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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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16th Floor

SF9

Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Rowoon decided it would be better if your kept your office romance low key, since co-employees dating was sort of a big deal in your company. It gets hard to hide your emotions though when someone blatantly flirts with your lover.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, etc.

A/N: this was literally my dream last night so i just HAD to write it.

I released a shudder when I walked into the building. The chill that ran down my spine was shaken off as I made my way into the lobby and pressed the button on the elevator. I hummed as I waited.

Just then I saw a reflection of a figure rise up on the glossy tiles on the floor and walls, and I helplessly broke into a smile when I was greeted with a soft, "good morning."

I quickly responded and gleamed back knowingly to whom spoke to me. Rowoon was wearing a deep blue suit and tie, his hair was slicked back and his glasses framed his face.

Usually, I would have inwardly swooned at the mere sight of the slightly, tall man beside me, but there was something about his eyes and pulled smile that concerned me.

He shifts in his place and grunts. My brows knit in worry, "are you okay?"

"Hmm?" he hums and peers down at me, craning his neck slowly.

My lips pinch into a frown. I reach over to him and place the back of my hand on his neck. He felt considerably warm. I sigh, "you're sick."

Rowoon doesn't move and simply mutters, "I'm not. I checked."

The elevator dings. I pull away from Rowoon and we both get in. I press the button to my floor, #16, and the doors close.

I turn to Rowoon and loosen his tie, retorting with finality, "you're sick."

Rowoon looks down at me and sighs. I pull his tie off and unbutton the first two buttons on his shirt. I turn to the buttons and press 5, turning back to Rowoon to pull his glasses off. I hand them to him and state, "you should go to the clinic first, before heading to work."

"I already drank some medicine-"

"So you know you're sick," I quip giving him a dirty look. Rowoon is immediately silenced and frozen. I turn away from him, making sure to roll my eyes in the process.

"Baby, look I-"

"Oh, Rowoon oppa!"

Rowoon and I turn to the petite woman standing in front of us, outside the elevator doors. It seems the elevator went down, since we were currently in the parking lot.

"You come to work this early?" Ruby coos and pouts, as she takes in Rowoon's appearance. Her feigning innocence look morphs into a pleased grin when she notices the unbuttoned area of Rowoon's shirt. " Oppa, you look so good today."

She steps in, seemingly not even noticing me, as she goes right in between us and leans onto Rowoon with absolutely not a care in the world. Normally, I would be annoyed by her antics but, since I was pretty annoyed at Rowoon, I felt like I couldn't care less.

"Huh," Ruby exclaims as he dramatically turns to my boyfriend, "oppa, you feel warm. Are you sick?"

I'm saying.

She places her claws on Rowoon's cheeks to feel for him but barely manages a touch because of how quickly he repels her actions. Rowoon steps back from her and hastily rebuts, "I'm fine, Ruby."

Ruby is clearly not having it.

Go get him, girlfriend!

She does her signature look of distaste then readies to tell him off, up until she notices that the elevator was going to make a stop at level 5.

"Oh, are you making a stop at the clinic?"

Rowoon looks past her to me but I'm so focused on the exquisite elevator floors to care. He sighs and turns Ruby, "yes, I am."

Ruby perks, "Great! I'll join you!"

Rowoon doesn't even have a chance to retort, cause soon enough the elevator stops at floor 5 and he is being pulled away. He manages to give me one last frantic look and I merely give him a devious look and one wave goodbye.

From Rowoon: babe [08:03] From Rowoon: are you angry at me [08:03] From Rowoon: please you know how ruby is [08:03]

To Rowoon: it's fine. she just did what needed to be done [08:03]

From Rowoon: :( [08:04] From Rowoon: im sorry [08:04]

From Rowoon: do you want to have lunch with me today [08:36]

To Rowoon: no [12:25]

It was lunch time, and I was waiting for the elevator to open so I could go down and eat. All of my coworkers had already gone down so I was the only one in my department that was still on the floor, since I stayed back and finished my file.

There were some people from the other department that were waiting with me. It was relatively silent though, even as the ladies were chatting with each other. It was only until a group of deep voiced men from the other department came out that the silence was truly broken.

I was surprised that one of them called to me, up until I realized it was Rowoon and his friends from accounting.

Youngbin called my name, making me turn, and smile, "hey there, it's been a while since we've seen each other."

I nod and reply, "it has."

Dawon gives me a jesting expression, "that's because everyone in marketing is always running around."

Rowoon, who hadn't taken his eyes off me, looked a lot better than he had in the morning. I was glad and I manage to discreetly note it, "well, Rowoon looks perky as ever, even though he's trapped doing numbers all day."

The two chuckle and don't miss a moment to come at Rowoon.

Dawon eyes his tall friend and snickers, "you know he was sick earlier and yet he still dragged himself out of bed to go to work."

Youngbin adds, "yeah, if I had a valid reason not to wake up, I would have ran all the way with it."

Rowoon gives his friends a look and shakes his head, "wow, you should be glad that I love seeing you guys everyday!" He places his arms over his friends' shoulders and sneaks me a warm look, to which I break into a small smile over, but play off quickly.

"There you are!"

We all turn to the man who came out of our office area. Hwiyoung sighs and walks over to me, "I waited for you to finish and go to the bathroom, only for you to leave me?" Hwiyoung pouts playfully, "meanie."

Rowoon tenses.

My eyes widen, "I didn't know you were waiting for me, Hwi!"

He rolls his eyes and places his hands on his pockets, "that's what they all say before ditching me."

"It's not my fault you get ditched."

Hwiyoung makes a hurt sound and places a hand to his chest, "ah, wounded twice in a row. Now you owe me lunch."

I scoff and cross my arms, "you want me to buy you lunch with your Rolex in full display."

He chuckles and pulls his hands out to place them behind his back, "okay, you got me. Let me treat you to lunch."

"You better, when I just went overtime to finish our project."

Hwiyoung smiles but forfeits a response when the elevator doors open. I step in and Hwiyoung is right behind me.

The elevator is pretty silent, minus the times Dawon thought of noting how hungry and tired he was.

When the elevator doors opened and everyone stepped outside.

Hwiyoung and I effectively made our way to a sushi place, where we talked and passed time until we had to go back.

By the end of the day, I was tired and so ready to go home. I immediately brightened when I remembered Rowoon and I were going to have dinner someone special tonight.

"Hey."

I turned from my gathered things to Hwiyoung, "hi."

"I figured I should tell you I'm waiting for you so you don't run off."

"Why would you wait for me?"

Hwiyoung gave a smile, "well, I was thinking I could drive you home, or... maybe if you wanted, I could take you out."

I froze for a moment then turned to Hwiyoung, "actually... I have a boyfriend."

"Oh... you do?" he said, tone no longer as excited as it was a while ago, "I asked around and the general consensus was you were free."

"I haven't really gone around announcing it, so..."

"Ah, got ya," Hwiyoung nodded. "Well, you know, I'm not petty, so if you want to still catch a ride, I can still drive you home."

I break into a chuckle, "sweet, but I won't be like that."

Hwiyoung chuckle, "alright then, let's just head out to the elevator then."

Much to my surprise, Rowoon was outside out department waiting for me. He immediately perks up when he sees me and plays it off as if he was waiting for the elevators though.

Hwiyoung is none-the-wiser and begins to ask me, "how long have you been together?"

"Hmm?"

"With your boyfriend."

"Ah," I say trailing off, "not that long."

Hwiyoung sighs, "I see. Well, I'm not surprised, you're an amazing woman. It makes less sense if you were single for long, to be honest."

I feel my cheeks burn at the sentiment. Hwiyoung chuckles, "yeah, whoever he is, he's really lucky."

The elevator ride down is pretty silent. When we make it to the lobby, Hwiyoung waves goodbye and Rowoon and I make our way out. We don't speak to each other, up until we're out the building and walking down the block.

Rowoon asked, "you told him about me?"

"Well, it was kinda hard not to when he asked me out on a date."

Immediately, Rowoon grabs my hand and tugs me towards him. He wraps his arms around me and makes an annoyed, trying to be cute sound. It was honestly really funny.

I turn to him and give him a look, "did you not hear the context of that story?"

"Did you know it took everything in me not to burst out and tell everyone you were my girlfriend?"

I give him a smile and kissed his hand, "you did good babe."

He pouts, "you didn't even care that Ruby was flirting with me."

"That's because Ruby does that to everyone and I know for a fact you're in love with me."

Rowoon turns to me and smiles, "that's true." His smile turns to pout though and he notes, "I don't want you hanging out that guy though."

"Well now that he knows I'm taken, I'm thinking he won't either."

#rowoon fanfic #sf9 fanfic #hwiyoung fanfic #sf9 fluff #sf9 #kim seokwoo #kim seokwoo fanfic #help i cant write anymore #sf9 imagines #rowoon x reader #rowoon

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milkybonya · 3 years

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love me without labels

warning: a little nsfw (it never goes further than making out, though !), mentions of alcohol/drinking, curse words, Hwiyoung calling you princess (in the most gender-neutral way)

pairing: playboy!college!Hwiyoung × never been loved!(gn)reader

summary: y/n is just a little sick of never having dated anyone or doing anything remotely similar, so they call upon their college's playboy to teach them just what it all feels like. and then they maybe sorta accidentally fall in love <3

word count: idk but it's 1k+ but definitely less than 5k maybe i think

[a/n]: btw i dont know how to kiss either so pls ignore anything thats wrong :")

[x]

another shitty day at your shitty college, sitting in the shitty front row of the shitty lecture hall. the prof who clearly doesn't want to be there any more than you do begins his boring lecture. his monotone voice makes you drowsy and you almost fall asleep... until you feel someone kicking you from behind.

snickers.

snickers follow the kicking when you turn around, as Hwiyoung and his cohort try to hold back their laughter, looking away from you. clearly, one of them kicked you. clearly, they're tryna mess with you.

you look forward at the prof, who somehow is noticing none of this even though you're right at the front. what's more surprising is that Hwiyoung is behind you, though, and not at the back of the lecture hall.

"can i help you?" you quietly ask the annoying people behind you.

"why are you glaring? go back to your nap, y/n," Hwiyoung spits out, laughing.

you shake your head and turn back to the front, unbothered. they're like this with everyone, annoying like school kids even though you're in your junior year of college now.

once class ends, you make your way out of there as quick as possible, overhearing one of Hwiyoung's friends saying, "clear signs that y/n lives a lonely life."

you scoff hearing that and roll your eyes, but you know it's true.

waiting for the bus, you watch as Hwiyoung leans against his huge, obnoxious motorcycle. he runs his fingers through his hair, holding his helmet with his free hand. you just know he knows people are watching and loves it. some pretty girl walks up to his and he hugs her in a way that suggests something more than friends... although, many of the people in his life are more than friends.

"Hwiyoung sleeps around with everyone, doesn't he?" you overhear someone also waiting for the bus saying.

"that's the 5th girl i've seen him with this week, and it's only Tuesday."

you shake your head, and right as you do, Hwiyoung meets your eyes. maybe you're imagining things, but you can swear he's looking at you when he throws you that smirk before riding off with that girl holding onto him.

hugging your pillow tightly, you fight back tears as another episode of your favourite k-drama ends. the two leads end this episode with a passionate kiss, and you squeeze your pillow.

when will that ever happen to me, you think, frowning.

your phone vibrates and you check who messaged you. it's your friend, sending you photos of them on a date with their s/o yet again. you groan at the horrible timing and let your body fall backwards onto your bed.

for some reason, Hwiyoung comes to mind. he must be having so much fun with that girl right now, you think.

to lighten your sour mood, you reach into your fridge for some drinks and start blasting some of your favourite happy songs. dancing the night away in the dark of your apartment, lit only by a few candles and your TV screen, you feel drunk as time passes.

luckily, you're on your own, so you won't make any mistakes, right?

hm, i wonder what Hwiyoung is up to, your drunken mind thinks. your drunken mind also tells you that it would be a great idea to text him right now.

HWiyoung! whats uo ?

y/n? why are you messaging me?

ok ridue. your're so mean

what's ridue? is everything okay?

okay? hah! since when have htings every been okay?

life sucks ! i';m so lovey nnnn i'im so loneoly,,,, i'm oloveby

okay, i have no clue what you're saying right now.

your phone slips out of your hands as it starts to ring, and you bend over to pick it up. Hwiyoung's calling, and you don't hesitate even for a moment before answering.

"y/n, can you tell me why you're messaging me like that?" he asks. "i'm busy right now, you know."

"yeah, with that bitch?" you spit out.

"what bitch? i guess you're right, cause i'm talking to a bitch on the phone right now, huh."

"fuck you!"

there's a moment of silence as Hwiyoung seems to realize what's happening.

"are you drunk right now, y/n?"

"drunk? what's that? krunk? hahaha!" you slur, falling onto your bed.

"listen, i don't know why you messaged me when you're drunk, but contact someone else to come help you out, okay?" Hwiyoung says before hanging up.

your phone falls to the ground again as you shut your eyes, falling asleep.

bzzzz. bzzzzz. bzzzzzzzzzzzz--

"y/n! wake up!" your friend screams into your ear when you finally answer his call.

"hm?"

"class is starting and attendance is mandatory, remember? we're watching our classmates present, today!" Taeyang tells you.

"oh, fuck!" you shriek, sitting up... but a splitting headache forces you back down onto the bed.

"you better come here in five minutes, or you'll lose a huge chunk of your grade," Taeyang says before hanging up.

he sounds just like a professor, you think to yourself.

for the sake of these free attendance marks, you manage to throw some clothes on, chug some water and fill your water bottle before leaving. you just know you look like a mess, but you couldn't care less right now.

you make it just in time, hobbling over to where Taeyang has saved a seat for you in the back.

"why do you look so... god, you smell like alcohol!" Taeyang whines.

"shut up," you groan, drinking from your water bottle.

"so you were drunk last night, huh y/n?" Hwiyoung asks, walking behind you to find a seat.

you ignore him and he smirks, continuing to walk past you.

"what the hell was that?" Taeyang asks.

"i don't know... all i know is that i need to find myself an s/o, 'cause i'm going insane."

Taeyang shakes his head at you.

"i have no clue what you're on about, and i don't even want to know."

that night, you're drinking again. this time, you're not drunk, sticking to only one can and something that has low alcohol content. it helps you think more clearly, and you wonder about what the solution to your lonely problem could be.

some people are fine with being single, but it's not that way for you. people make fun of you for it and it drives you insane, it's damaging your mental health and your grades are plummeting because of it. it may sound dramatic, but it seems like you can't do anything until you get an s/o.

why can't you get an s/o?

it has nothing to do with looks, nor personality. is it... your lack of experience? your lack of skill? but how can you gain any of those things without an s/o in the first place...

you gently pat your head, urging it to find an idea.

oh! Hwiyoung! Hwiyoung is the answer! as a notorious player, teaching you how to do something like kissing for example won't be a big deal, right? it's not like he's devoted to any one s/o... he's always sleeping around with anyone, so maybe you could turn yourself into one of those people to gain the experience you need to date?

your logic is a little insane, but it seems to work. with the alcohol in your system providing you with all the confidence you need, you send a message to Hwiyoung before shutting off your phone and heading off to bed, satisfied with yourself.

hey, Hwiyoung! firstly i'm sorry for drunk-texting you. i actually have a favour to ask. this is super absurd... i don't think i can even say it through text. could you come to my apartment tomorrow, saturday afternoon, so i can explain? my address is ________

the next morning, you wake up to the sun hitting your face. you sit up and stretch, checking your phone to see who texted you. there's a messaging from Hwiyoung saying he'll be there at 3.

huh? there's a message from Hwiyoung?!

you type out a message to say you've changed your mind, then delete it. it just wouldn't make sense for you to back out without even having told Hwiyoung what all of this was about.

you could always lie when he gets here and make up some other favour... but it just wouldn't make sense.

you're caught in a strange place and all you can do is wash up, eat breakfast and at least try to study before Hwiyoung gets there.

[a/n]: joker by big naughty fits this part really well and i just can't explain why.. it's like the soundtrack

the doorbell to your apartment rings and you jump off your desk, racing to open the door. you take a few deep breaths first, straighten your shirt and then enter.

"hi, y/n..." Hwiyoung says in a deep voice. he opts for awkwardly waving at you rather than hugging or shaking your hand, since he doesn't know you all too well.

he looks around your apartment right away when he steps inside and removes his shoes. this is all so y/n, even though i don't even know them that well, he thinks to himself.

"so what's the favour, princess?" he asks, sitting on your couch.

your ears twitch at the sudden pet name.

"well... why don't i grab you a drink first. do you want tea? coffee?" you ask, just trying to avoid the inevitable.

"coffee should do it," he says, leaning back.

you can't help but admire how good he looks as you make the coffee. his hair is slightly wet and very curly, sticking to his forehead because of the rain outside. his tight, black jeans don't miss a single curve of his legs, and the black leather jacket that he wears over his white t-shirt shines under the ceiling lights.

you suck in a breath and look away, returning to the coffee packets and mugs in your hands.

"here you go," you say, finally handing him a mug.

he thanks you and blows over the drink before taking a sip.

"now will you tell me what i'm here for?" Hwiyoung asks, eyeing you.

you scratch the back of your head, nervous but ready to just get it over with.

"yeah, so... i need you to teach me something. i'm not sure who else i can ask."

Hwiyoung raises an eyebrow at you, clearly intrigued.

you clear your throat and sit up straight, heart racing in your chest. hey, if this gets weird or he doesn't agree, you can just move on and avoid him for the rest of your life!

it won't be that easy, though.

you squeeze your eyes tightly shut.

"i need you to teach me... how to kiss," you mumble, hoping he heard you.

"how to kiss?" he repeats but louder.

you nod, avoiding his eyes, and he smirks at you.

"well where did you get that filthy idea from, princess? are you just tryna get in bed with me?" he asks, the tone of his voice low.

"no! no, i swear no! this is genuinely just.. kissing and nothing else!" you clarify.

he cocks his head to one side, still smirking at you.

"well, what's in it for me?"

you bite your lip. you hadn't thought that far...

"my grades are suffering. if you could help me with that, i'd appreciate it," Hwiyoung offers.

"tutoring? sure, i can definitely tutor you!" you agree.

Hwiyoung nods.

"are we starting right away today, or?" he asks.

your heart races at the thought, and you stay silent.

"okay, looks like you need some time. what day, when and where am i meeting you?" Hwiyoung asks.

"Same time, same place, same day of the week as today," you say.

He nods again, standing up to leave.

"sounds great. i'll see myself out, then, princess."

Hwiyoung leaves, his half empty coffee cup still steaming on the coffee table. you're left wondering how this all ended up working out.

exactly a week later, you're just the same. peacefully studying at your desk, or trying to, when the doorbell rings and you jump up to open the door. Hwiyoung looks the same, too. his hair still long and curled, his clothes still black leather jacket on white tee over black skinny jeans.

"am i teaching you first or are you teaching me first?" he asks, setting down his bag.

"i think it would be better for my anxiety if you taught me first," you say, knowing you wouldn't be able to focus on tutoring if you knew that Hwiyoung would be kissing you just moments later.

"okay.. are you fine with sitting on the couch?" Hwiyoung asks.

you nod, and the two of you sit beside each other. there's a huge gap between the two of you, and Hwiyoung chuckles.

"come closer. i can't just kiss the air, princess," he points out.

you shuffle forward 'til you're close enough.

"okay... so what exactly am i teaching you? the types of kisses? how to kiss?" Hwiyoung asks.

"how... to kiss," you mumble.

"okay, princess. so, have you kissed before?" Hwiyoung asks.

you shake your head, no, and he grins as you hang your head low.

"so i'll be your first kiss? is that... okay?"

you look up at him, a little shocked that someone like him is concerned about someone like that. nonetheless, you nod, yes.

"okay, well, when you kiss... you can't just go straight in, or your noses will hit each other's and that'll suck. you have to go in with your head tilted, like this."

naturally, Hwiyoung's hand reaches up to hold the back of your head. he draws close, tilting his head to demonstrate. his lips are just centimetres away from yours, but he doesn't let them touch. you let out a huge breath of air after he moves away. your heart was racing and he hadn't even kissed you, yet! so what would a kiss with Hwiyoung be like then?

"S-so... did you get that?" Hwiyoung falters, clearing his throat and hoping he won't stutter again.

something was off about that... something was off when he leaned in. immediately, he felt his face getting red and his heart hammering in his chest. that stuff never happens to him. maybe it's 'cause he's being put on the spot and asked to teach how to kiss?

"yeah, i got it," you mutter, nodding along.

"it's also helpful to do stuff with your hand. you noticed how i was holding the back of your head, right? stuff like that makes it better and more... enjoyable?"

"so i should hold the back of your head, too?" you shyly ask.

"only, if you want, princess. you can also hold the person's face or cheek or whatever, like this--"

Hwiyoung large, warm hand cups your left cheek. his thumb swipes back and forth over your face.

"doing something like this is good, t-too," Hwiyoung stutters yet again, blown away by how the contact of his hand and your soft face is making his heart race again.

he carefully pulls away, weirded out by his own emotions.

"what else?" you ask, eager to know more.

"uh... well some people also like to run their fingers through the other person's hair... or have their arms around the other person's shoulders, waist or neck. sometimes rubbing their back, sides... it's all up to you. i think it'll just come naturally to you in the moment when you figure it out, princess," Hwiyoung explains.

you nod, pressing your lips together.

"i'll try actually kissing you this time, if that's okay," Hwiyoung says.

you slowly nod.

"just close your eyes and try to follow me, okay? it's okay if it's messy or weird. you'll figure it out with time."

for some reason, Hwiyoung feels the need to be gentle with you. that's why he keeps clarifying, asking if you're okay, and taking things so slowly.

he holds your face in both hands and leans in... then he stops and lets out a laugh.

"close your eyes, princess. it's so much easier that way. and there's no need to pucker your lips like that."

you feel super embarrassed but do as he says, and this time, Hwiyoung properly closes the gap between the two of you.

his lips feel soft and magical on top of yours. your hands, which are at your sides, ball into fists as butterflies rage within you. so this is what it must feel like, you realize.

Hwiyoung finds himself stroking your cheeks with his thumbs as his lips are still pressed to yours. it's a completely unconscious gesture, and so is him gently tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. he feels your lips part as you let out a gasp, and he wastes no time in entering with his tongue, exploring the inside of your mouth.

he pulls back to chew on your bottom lip slightly before he realizes that he's completely gone overboard and he should probably stop, now. so, he slowly pulls away, your face still in his hands until he lets go.

the way you're glowing makes his heart race even faster, and so does the way your eyelids slowly flutter open.

"i-i'm really sorry, i went overboard--" Hwiyoung starts.

"is that what it's like?" you ask.

"hm?"

"is that what... kissing is like?"

"uh... yeah?"

you burst into a smile, touching your lips with your fingers. Hwiyoung's face becomes a mirror of yours, a smiling mess.

"i-i think it's best we stop here for the day, princess. can you tutor me now, instead?" Hwiyoung asks.

you nod, telling him you'll grab your notes from your room and will be back. in the meantime, Hwiyoung shakily reaches for his own things. he feels so weird... his heart has not stopped pounding and he wonders if it's some kind of health problem. his face and ears feel hot. he tries to remember if this has ever happened before with any of the other people he's been with... but no. perhaps it's just your shyness rubbing off on him!

when you come back, you help him go over the most important things: the units that will be on the upcoming tests. you kindly explain and re-explain anything that Hwiyoung doesn't understand, help him go through some practice problems, and even help him make a test review.

hours pass with the two of you studying like that, until you notice your living room has gone dark. the sun has set!

"oh... i should probably get going," Hwiyoung says, starting to pack up.

"but you didn't even eat anything! i'm so sorry--"

"no, it's okay, princess. you can feed me next time, okay? i'll be off," Hwiyoung says, standing up and quickly walking to your door.

you watch him open it and step out, closing it behind him.

during the week, at your classes, you and Hwiyoung act like strangers. it's only on those saturday afternoons that the two of you get intimate.

on another one of those afternoons, you're tugging at Hwiyoung's hair as he kisses you deeply. he lets out a moan right into your mouth before he breathlessly pulls away.

"princess, that... had no right to feel that good," he says, stroking his own hair and wondering why he felt so good when you pulled on it.

"that means i'm doing a good job, right?" you ask, smiling brightly.

"y-yeah."

"well let's move to the homework i gave you last week so i can see if you're doing a good job, too," you say.

Hwiyoung pouts slightly but still pulls out his work. you sit close to him as you explain, and he can't help but stare at your side profile as you talk.

"Hwiyoung? are you daydreaming again? i asked if you could explain how you got to this answer."

"a-ah, yeah..."

after another hour of tutoring him, Hwiyoung leaves your apartment. his legs feel weak as he walks towards the elevator. reaching for his chest, he feels his heart racing yet again. this really isn't good.

he pulls out his phone and asks to meet with an old friend of his.

"wait so... this person you didn't care for at all asked you to teach them how to kiss, and now you're catching feelings?!" Chani clarifies.

Hwiyoung puts down his glass, hard, onto the bar counter.

"no, i'm not catching feelings! i'm telling you i'm getting heart problems whenever i go there, and it's been getting worse," Hwiyoung explains.

"have you ever caught feelings before?" Chani asks his friend.

Hwiyoung blinks back in response, staying silent.

"exactly, so of course you wouldn't know that this is what it's like to catch feelings."

"no... it can't be. right?" Hwiyoung asks, taking a long sip of his drink.

"it definitely is. and you're telling me you're always sad when you have to stop kissing them, that every move they make drives you insane, even though they don't kiss you well. man, if that isn't catching feelings, then i don't know what is!"

"i don't know anything about them, though. i only see them on those saturday afternoons," Hwiyoung says.

"do you want to know more about them?"

"yeah," Hwiyoung mindlessly mutters.

"well, there you have it. you're literally whipped!"

"huh? wait, no--"

"just accept it, Hwiyoung. accept it and go learn more about them, already. i've been worried about you. you always fuck people without feeling a thing but pleasure. you've never cared for anyone except for your friends, and even then, all your friendships are fake except ours."

Hwiyoung tightly holds the glass in his hand. Chani's right, but it hurts.

"quit being a coward, okay? just see where your feelings take you!"

sat in your lecture hall, you scramble to copy Taeyang's notes. he watches over you, shaking his head.

"i can't believe you went to a party again this saturday and didn't get to do your work. firstly, you went without me, secondly, how do you keep going every single saturday?" he asks.

you tell him to shut up so you can finish writing, until a tall body approaches you, towering over you. when you look up, you meet eyes with Hwiyoung, who has a nervous expression on his face.

"hi, y/n. is the spot next to you taken?" he asks.

"yeah it--" Taeyang starts, but you cut him off.

"no! you can sit, if you'd like," you say.

Hwiyoung thanks you in a low voice and takes a seat, pulling out his stuff to start studying.

"wow, Hwiyoung is actually prepared for class? Shocking." Taeyang remarks.

"actually y/n has been tutoring--" Hwiyoung starts. you quickly cover his mouth with your hand.

"Hwiyoung's just changed, i guess!" you say, panicked.

Taeyang throws you a weird look, but doesn't question things any further. you move your hand away and mumble an apology to Hwiyoung, who just smirks at you.

once class starts, the three of you are silent as you focus on the lecture. Hwiyoung doesn't make a ruckus anymore, and you feel proud to see he's actually started to change after you began tutoring him.

"hey... wanna go to a place you like to grab some food?" Hwiyoung asks you once the lecture ends.

you don't know why he's suddenly attempting to befriend you, but you can't say no to him, either. Taeyang has to rush off to his next class, and you tell him you'll fill him in on things later. he throws you a wink before he leaves, and you yell at him to stop being so annoying.

"have fun getting laid," he whispers in your ear before running off.

Hwiyoung watches your interaction with Taeyang while smiling wildly. so this is how you treat your loved ones? this is how you joke around with your friends? why is his heart fluttering ?!

"let's go! i know a good off-campus place that's nearby," you declare.

you don't realize it, but a lot of people are watching you and Hwiyoung. some of them even try to take stealthy photos, too. Hwiyoung is used to this, but he doesn't want you to get hurt by the rumours that they'll probably be spreading.

he takes off his leather jacket and throws it on your head.

when you question him for that, he just says, "keep it on, princess. a lot of people are watching, and i don't want you to get hurt by any rumours they could spread about you."

you wear it like one of those runaways in a historical kdrama, who wears a robe over their head to hide themselves.

"should we just run?" you ask Hwiyoung, looking up at him.

he smiles slightly and nods. you don't even think about it when you reach for his hand and start to run, pulling him along with you. everyone on campus wonders who the daring person is that is pulling Hwiyoung along with intertwined fingers, and why and how you're making him smile so hard.

neither of you notice the stares anymore, though. even Hwiyoung is entirely fixated on you and the way you breathlessly laugh as you try to run to the place you were headed.

once you finally make it there and pull open the door, the two of you shake yourselves off and walk inside, still laughing. Hwiyoung then takes in the place you brought him too, trying to remember every detail.

the two of you talk over food as if you're normal friends, not strangers who would meet once a week to do each other favours. Hwiyoung asks you a lot of questions and the conversation never runs dry. he nods and listens carefully each time you answer, and you can imagine him jotting down your answers--that's how earnestly he listens to you.

you start to see him in a new light. not as the popular jerk of your campus anymore,, but as someone you maybe actually care for? and want to spend time with? yet you can't help but worry about if he even feels the same way at all.

by the time the two of you leave, it's dark outside. Hwiyoung offers to walk you home, but you say it's all good.

"call me when you get home at least, okay?" he asks as you walk further away.

you nod, but then wonder why he asked you to call and not text. still, you end up calling him, and your phone call with him lasts way past midnight.

he listens to you fall asleep, your answers turning into hums until all he hears are your soft breaths.

"sleep well, y/n," he says before hanging up.

Hwiyoung spends more time with you from that day on, and Taeyang is very suspicious. he notes the way Hwiyoung looks at you with genuine care and adoration, not the empty lust he'd usually look at people with.

"y/n... i think Hwiyoung likes you," Taeyang tells you one day in the library.

"what?!" you exclaim, almost dropping your bag that you had just picked up.

"he looks at you... in a certain way... like he loves you."

you shake your head at Taeyang, but secretly wonder if his words could hold any truth to them.

"hey, y/n! and Taeyang!" Hwiyoung greets you both.

Taeyang raises an eyebrow at you, probably trying to point out how Hwiyoung said your name first.

"ready to go?" Hwiyoung asks, and you both nod.

he had texted you saying he wants to take you both somewhere and that it's a surprise. you feel suspicious about all this, but you find it hard to say no to Hwiyoung.

you walk in between the two boys, listening to Taeyang's complaints about a professor for one of your classes. Hwiyoung slips his hand into yours, taking your hand with his into his pocket. when you look up at him, he simply smiles while looking at the ground.

butterflies rage within you and you furrow your eyebrows together, trying to get it to stop.

"everything okay, y/n?" Taeyang asks.

"y-yeah," you stutter in response.

Taeyang continues talking, Hwiyoung continues stealing glances at you while he holds your hand, and you continue trying to get the heart fluttering feeling in your stomach to stop.

"where are you taking us, Hwiyoung?" Taeyang asks.

Hwiyoung smirks, then says, "don't kill me, but i'm taking you to a party. a lot of my old friends are there, and honestly i'm just a bit sick of them. i'd rather hang around with you two..."

"well then you could've ditched the party and we couldv'e went elsewhere?" Taeyang points out.

Hwiyoung shakes his head and says, "no, they'll kill me if i don't show up. you'll do me this one favour, right?"

Hwiyoung starts rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, and you feel electricity all over your arm. your breath hitches in your throat and you can't think clearly.

"well... if y/n's okay with it," Taeyang says.

Hwiyoung looks at you with an expression that you can't resist... and that's how you end up at a loud house party. it's not a place you'd usually be at.

Taeyang gets drunk just 20 minutes in and joins the people who are dancing in the livingroom, leaving you and Hwiyoung to yourselves. Hwiyoung keeps you close, your arms looped. you, on the other hand, keep a close eye on Taeyang.

"are you worried about him?" Hwiyoung asks, concern on his face.

you nod, and Hwiyoung calls over one of his friends.

"Chani! can you do me a favour? can you keep an eye on that boy right there?"

Hwiyoung's friend, Chani, rolls his eyes but walks over to the livingroom, taking over the dj booth and watching over Taeyang.

"is that okay?" Hwiyoung asks.

you nod, but still feel slightly uneasy.

"are you okay?" Hwiyoung asks, pulling you closer.

you don't know how to respond. you're not sure if it's because you're pressed this close to Hwiyoung that you feel so warm or because it's so packed in this house.

Hwiyoung's lips curl into a tight smile.

"i'll just say hi to a few more people and then we can leave, okay? they'll be too drunk to even notice we're gone," Hwiyoung says.

you pout at him but still follow his lead as he introduces you to people that you doubt you'll ever remember later. his introductions lead you to a bedroom where a few people are talking.

"your s/o?" someone asks Hwiyoung, looking at you.

he smiles in response but doesn't say anything. it makes you feel uneasy.

"well, we're off for some more drinks. you can have this room to yourselves," Hwiyoung's friend says before the group of people leave.

you and Hwiyoung are left alone in that room, all to yourselves.

"well... we should leave, now," Hwiyoung says, moving towards the door.

yet something within you makes you stop him. you reach out to pull on his sleeve.

"Hwiyoung... i need to make something clear," you say, "what are we? what's going on with us? we stopped meeting on weekends to... do whatever we were doing before and now we're acting like friends... but suddenly you take hold of my hand like it's nothing?"

you feel relieved getting all of this off your chest. it's all been like an itch, bothering you in the most lowkey of ways but eventually making you lose your cool.

"we.. can be whatever you want us to be, princess," Hwiyoung says in a low voice, taking your hand in his.

"but what do you want us to be?"

"i don't know. i'm not fond of labels and i don't really get them, but i just want to be close to you, princess. i want to listen to you, be here for you and have you at my side at all times."

you blink at him as he speaks, and he smiles.

"i want this, too," he says before he suddenly presses his lips to yours.

as if you've been yearning for this, your instincts immediately take over. your mouth knows to follow his lead, your hands know to gently pull on and stroke Hwiyoung's hair, and you still feel just as many butterflies as you always have.

you pull away for a second to catch your breath, and you meet Hwiyoung's eyes. like Taeyang told you, there's something different about them. they sparkle and you can see yourself inside them.

you're about to lean in again, but Hwiyoung gently stops you.

"i'm scared i'll take things too far, so let's stop here, princess" he almost whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead before guiding you out of the room.

you feel dazed as he guides you out, calling a drunk Taeyang over and helping him walk as the three of you head back to campus to part ways. all you can think about is how you know exactly what you and Hwiyoung are, but at the same time, you know nothing at all.

with Taeyang safely home, Hwiyoung walks you home, and it's then that you muster up the courage again to clarify things once more.

"Hwiyoung... do you... like me?" you ask.

he takes a hand out of the pocket of his jeans and uses it to grab hold of one of yours.

"i guess so," he says.

his lack of confidence makes you uneasy, yet again.

"does this mean we're lovers?" you ask.

"do you want us to be?" Hwiyoung asks back, looking at you.

you nod, yes, and he smiles, patting your head.

"then we're lovers, 'til death do us part," Hwiyoung says, dramatically.

both of your laughs fill up the night and Hwiyoung swings his arm in yours, pulling you closer.

well, this isn't the happy ending you'd imagined. your first 'relationship' isn't even a proper relationship at all, but you've still got someone to love and be loved by, right?

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Wild | Hwiyoung | (a, f)

Summary: A collection of various moments from your life with Hwi, both happy and sad. Word count: 3.1k ♫ Troye Sivan - Wild

The sun is warm on your skin. You feel it permeate your muscles all the way to the bone, making you both drowsy and excited, ready for anything from adventurous to straight up stupid dangerous ideas.

If the look Hwiyoung is giving you is any indication, he shares the sentiment, drunk on the hot summer ambience as much as you are. His hand keeps brushing against yours and it’s distracting in the best way possible. It’s like your skin catches on fire every time you touch. Sometimes you tease him by linking your fingers together for just a second before pulling away. The street you’re walking through is relatively narrow and hidden, but you can never be too careful.

Maybe it’s precisely because the street doesn’t allow too much space between your bodies, or maybe it’s just the dangerous heat that makes you gravitate towards each other. Soon it’s not just your hands that brush against each other, but your shoulders bump together. Your arms touch, pressed together and you look up only to see him already looking at you with that gummy smile of his. His face glows with that smile and it hurts how much you love him. You could kiss him right now, but you don’t.

You’re pretty sure you’ve been transported into Wonderland because the street is so narrow suddenly that your bodies are flush against each other. Hot brick wall is scorching your back through the thin material of your shirt and you can’t breathe. Not with the way Hwiyoung is looking at you, his dark eyes boring into yours with an unreadable expression. They keep falling down to your lips. Trapped between the wall and him, between his arms on either side of your head, you can’t escape. You don’t want to, unlike your heart which very much tries to break free from your ribcage.

And suddenly you hear him sigh, low and deep, almost a growl and then time stops. His lips are on yours, demanding and impatient. Your lips part to let him in, you allow yourself to forget about the world. It’s just you and him, two beings of stardust and flesh, so close you’re suffocating and yet the kiss is the only reason you’re still breathing. Your lungs don’t agree but you don’t care.

Until he pulls away and you feel like he took a piece of you with him. There’s a strange void in your chest that wasn’t there before. Without realizing, you follow his lips, kissing him once more. It’s short and feels strangely like goodbye.

He pushes himself off the wall and the street is suddenly wide enough that you both can walk comfortably side by side. You don’t talk about the kiss, you don’t talk much at all, as if what just happened was just an illusion seen in a heat haze.

-x-

Darkness envelops your naked bodies as you lie on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs. You’re not sure if there’s any border separating you two anymore or if you’ve become one single entity, sharing one body and one mind.

The light of a street lamp shines through the blinds, drawing yellow stripes across his skin. He’s beautiful and you can’t take your eyes off him, burning the image of this moment into your memory. If you could, you’d have it tattooed on the inside of your eyelids so you could see it every time you close your eyes.

You’re so absorbed in the dreaming you don’t notice him taking your hand at first and only snap out of it when you hear him chuckle lowly. Your gaze shifts towards your palm against his. He has bigger hands than you, you already knew that from all the times you’ve held hands. And you know he finds it endearing, but it still makes you smile fondly at him as he stares at your connected hands in fascination.

“You’re so small,” he whispers. It occurs to you he probably doesn’t realize he’s smiling when he says it. It makes your heart ache.

“No, it’s just that you’re so huge, Hwi,” you chuckle, but it looks like he isn’t really listening, lost in his own world so you let him talk, listening silently. You wish you could capture this moment or that it could last forever.

“So small and vulnerable,” he goes on, shifting his hand slightly, pushing against yours with little force, “All mine to protect.” His fingers slip through yours as he holds your hand, fingers intertwined just as perfectly as the rest of your bodies.

“You’re mine,” he repeats as he absent-mindedly brings your hand to his lips and presses them against your skin. You wonder what’s gotten into him, whether he’s just slow to shake off the post-orgasmic bliss today or if he’s just too tired to make sense. Whatever the case, you love it.

“All yours,” you agree with a satisfied smile, reaching out with your free hand to caress his cheek, then jaw, before you let your hand fall down to where his heart is beating. He looks up, finally seeing you properly and his smile grows wider. His free hand reaches out too, and slides to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. Your noses bump together, making him chuckle. It’s like he’s drunk on you, slowly intoxicating you with himself as well.

He teases you, brushing his lips against yours but never allowing the kiss to happen. You whimper, cuddling closer. That makes him satisfied enough to give in, meeting you halfway and kissing you deeply. He crawls over your body, craving your body once more in the dark night.

-x-

It’s raining and yet the air is awfully hot. It feels like a slap in the face as you step out of the cool apartment and stand on the balcony next to him. You hand him one of the cold beers you’re holding and he accepts it with a grateful hum, returning the favor by opening both of them. You follow his example and lean your elbows on the railing, looking down at the bustling city.

You clink the cans together and take a long sip of the bitter drink. It feels nice though, somehow it fits the atmosphere and calms your nerves. Hwiyoung leans to the side, bumping into you to make you look at him. You do and you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“You think we’ll ever get to do this every day?” he asks, looking into the distance, over the buildings and parks and people walking the streets.

“Every day?” you muse, “Nah, I think I’d prefer to stay in and drink cocoa in the winter.” He scoffs at you, gently nudging you with his elbow. You chuckle, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder in apology.

“I really don’t know. I hope we do, but I guess we’ll only get there when we’re all wrinkly and old,” you say in the end, and somehow it feels both wrong and just right. The words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, much like the beer you’re drinking. He gives a thoughtful hum too, staying quiet for a few seconds.

“You won’t put up with me for that long,” he chuckles, but you catch the slight waver in his voice. You don’t understand his obsession with the thought of him being insufferable.

“Or maybe it’s gonna be you who’ll get annoyed with me,” you counter. It feels weird to say out loud, especially since you don’t normally allow yourself to think about it. You believe that anything could happen any time, so it’s best to focus on the present, the good things while you have them.

“Never,” he murmurs, taking another long sip of the drink and you join him. It makes you feel better somehow, and you wonder whether you’re both like this because of the weather. Your clothes stick to your skin, you feel sweaty and disgusting, it’s a given that you’d both be more irritable.

“I’ll love you even if you look like a raisin in the sun,” he sighs with a fond smile, making you giggle.

“Well, I’d love to say something cheesy to that too but I’m pretty sure you’ll look like a god even when you’re hundred, so...” you trail off, making him groan.

“I think that was cheesy enough,” he rolls his eyes but he’s smiling again and that’s all you wanted.

“So, to another hundred years together?” you suggest a toast and he easily bumps your can with his.

“Deal. But don’t complain later,” he warns you as he finishes the drink with a long gulp.

“I’d never, Kyun.”

-x-

It’s not your first fight, far from it. Usually it’s just a misunderstanding or a stupid little thing combined with a lot of stress that starts the argument, and perhaps this is the same, but it feels different. You’re trying to figure out why but you’re exhausted and don’t have the strength to think.

His eyes are bloodshot and glassy, tears trailing down his cheek still and you guess you don’t look any better, but he looks so much like a tiger chased into the corner of its cage that it both scares you and makes you feel in awe.

Now that everything’s been said - the truths, the cruel lies and the deepest fears - you’re both hurting. Neither of you meant to hurt the other, not for real, but it’s just something that happens during arguments. It was just the heat of the moment that made you lash out, bottled up emotions that momentarily turned you into monsters, yet you both have human hearts and in the end, they’ve been broken.

You’re both terrified and wounded. You’re aware of it as much as he is. Yet you stay in your respective corners of the room, hesitant to approach the other. How would you even go about it? You don’t trust your voice not to break and it’s hard to breathe without choking as is, so talking is out of question.

You don’t want to approach him physically either. Somehow it’d feel awkward to hug him now, to hold his hand or even just put a hand on his shoulder, despite knowing that perhaps the whole situation would clear out more quickly if you were close enough to feel each other’s body. It’s hard to stay mad with somebody if you can feel their warmth, smell their soothing scent and remember everything you’ve been through so far. But that’s not possible right now.

Or you could get away from the room, from the apartment, take a walk and cool down. Maybe that would be the best for both of you, if not for the fact that both of you are too emotional right now, too sensitive and not in the right state of mind. Experience taught you that if one of you leaves after the argument, the other can’t help but think that it’s the end and the person they’ve loved the most is not returning. Perhaps you could go out together and walk in silence, but the whole affair of putting on shoes together, grabbing your jackets in unison wouldn’t feel right when done in frustration, not accompanied by the loving looks and soft conversation.

So all that’s left is the tense silence and hesitant looks, chests heaving with heavy breaths.

In the end, Hwiyoung caves in first and stalks out of the bedroom, gaze directed firmly to the ground. He’s going to be in the living room, most likely curled on the couch, bawling, and it hurts you even more but you don’t have the strength anymore and so you too curl down on the bed and cry your eyes out.

It must be hours later because the room is much darker now and you feel like you’re having a really bad hangover. The tears are dried on your cheeks and you realize you must’ve fallen asleep. It’s hardly surprising, considering how worn out you felt after the fight.

Memories are slowly coming back to you and you wince at them, at the damage you’ve both caused. You’re not sure how you are supposed to even look at him after everything, but you know you need to - because while you might be feeling like the worst person alive and be afraid to come out of the room in case you bump into him, you know he’ll be feeling too guilty to move and will keep blaming and destroying himself and you can’t stand that.

You open the door softly and make your way to the living room just as quietly. As you’ve expected, he’s there, curled under a blanket, hugging a pillow. His fluffy hair is a mess around his face. You know he’s awake because his back tenses as you come closer. If you weren’t feeling this beaten already, it would stab at your heart, but you’re too tired of fighting and feeling like shit and you suppose he must be too.

You sit down at the edge of the couch, hand gently reaching out to comb through his messy, tangled locks. “May I?” you ask and you feel him nod before he starts shifting, putting the pillow he was hugging away and scooting to the wall to make space for you. He raises the blanket to invite you to lie down next to him and you gratefully accept.

You lay your head down on his arm and he brings you closer to him, his second arm around your waist. You hug him back, nuzzling into his neck. You stay like that for a moment, getting used to being this close again, touching and being touched.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair, barely audible.

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean it - any of it,” you apologize as well. Just thinking about the horrible things you’ve told him could make you cry again.

“Same here,” he sighs, pulling you closer, “Let’s never fight again, please? I hate it.” He begs and you nod even before he finishes the sentence. It’s an impossible promise, but you need it anyway.

“Same here, let’s never do it again,” you repeat after him.

-x-

Leaning against the doorframe, you watch him stare out of the window, his eyes following the raindrops chasing each other across the glass. He’s been spacing out a lot lately. On days like this, he doesn’t even notice when you come home until you make an attempt to get his attention. You see the guilt in his smile each time that happens, but you can’t feel upset. After all, you’re nervous too.

You decide you’ve watched him enough and join him on the sofa, startling him slightly. There it is again - the guilty smile and soft apology. You shake your head, reminding him that he doesn’t need to apologize and climb into his lap. It catches him by surprise, but you can see he’s happy about the new position. His hands are around your waist almost immediately, securely holding you close. You comb your fingers through his hair, helping him relax before you speak.

“We’ll handle this, okay?” you tell him softly, “It’s not the first time, and it’s not the last time. I’ll still be here when you come back.” You try to be as reassuring as possible but you know he’s going to be stubborn and worried no matter what you do.

“I know, but I’m gonna be away for months, baby,” he sighs, nuzzling into your chest, ear right above your heart. “I will miss you,” he confesses softly, “And you’ll miss me too and it’s just not fair to make you wait for me like that.” You let your hand fall from his hair to his face, gently stroking his cheek.

“I knew what I’m getting myself into when we started dating. And you did everything you could to stop me, remember?” you tease him, pinching his cheek lightly. He whines, but ultimately ends up chuckling too at the memory.

“I guess I was too hard on you, but it still wasn’t enough,” he ponders with a smile. Your hand returns to his hair, scratching over his scalp.

“Yeah, so don’t worry so much, okay? Besides, we'll keep in touch. We’ll text each other, we’ll call and facetime, it’s not that bad,” you try to encourage him but he shakes his head against you.

“I won’t be here to hold you,” he complains softly, “And I won’t be here when you’ll be having a hard time.” You sigh, kissing the top of his head.

“Love, you’re always here for me. I don’t need you to be physically present to feel reassured, okay? And it goes the other way around too. I won’t be there when you’ll be struggling either, or when you feel lonely and want to cuddle,” you try to explain.

“I’ll have hyungs to cuddle with,” he chuckles suddenly, making you laugh too.

“Okay, so you get all sulky on me because you’re worried about making me wait for you and all that and yet you’re replacing me before you even left? Ouch, Youngkyun, ouch,” you scold him dramatically.

“I was joking, you know I only like to cuddle with you,” he whines in protest but it’s too late, the damage has been done.

“No, no, I understand, let me just text them to cuddle you as much as possible because you just can’t wait-” as soon as you start reaching for your phone, he takes advantage of your position and throws you onto the sofa, towering above you with a cute pout. You chuckle at him, giving up and inviting him back into your arms again. He gladly lies down on top of you, nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You let him rest for a bit before speaking up again.

“My point is, Kyun, that everything will be alright. I don’t mind waiting for you, and I will love you all the same when you return,” you reassure him again and he nods against your skin.

“And I will love you,” he sighs, “I just don’t wanna be without you.”

“Well, I think you should enjoy it. Once we’re old you won’t have to travel all the time and will get to live a relatively normal life, and then you’ll be stuck with me all day every day,” you joke but you feel him smile with fondness, and not amusement.

“I think I’m really looking forward to that,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your collarbone.

You stay quiet after that, even he slowly relaxes and in the end you spend a nice afternoon together, full of laughter and sharing kisses. You don’t know what it is about the image of growing old with him that makes you so calm and happy, but as long as he feels the same way, you decide not to analyze it too much.

#sf9 #hwiyoung #x reader #kim youngkyun #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #fluff #angst

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9's reaction: blowjobs?

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut (contains oral, praise kink, dom/sub themes, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex) / [Warnings: dumbification, mentions of crying, degrading names (slut), some unprotected sex]

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Youngbin:

Since you asked anon, ahaha

You sigh, shifting in your seat, partly to relieve yourself of the ache in your glutes; party in frustration from Youngbin who is seated next to you, dozing off. Truthfully, you find it funny and what's not to about it? He looks cute from the angle you are sitting at, holding himself by the palm of his hand that leans on the other arm-rest of the cinema chair. You don't want to wake him up, empathetic for all those schedules he had, yet he asked you- insisted really, to meet him up here. Well, you did predict with a 100% accuracy that he would fall asleep. You are all the way at the back, it's been long since you've seen him, you want him and you can have him, right now (?). It's not risky, more enticing as you shiver from excitement. You do not know what compels you to do this, perhaps a daring combination of lust and longing. You giggle, eyes drawing to the screen and the people. Oh you are loving this movie but what can you do about it? You carefully get onto your knees, rather quickly, ignoring the ache in between your inner thighs. It's all nimble because of the nervousness, you shakily unbutton his trousers, tug them down and then his boxers. You look up, is he really asleep? Deeper sleep than you thought? You wouldn't be surprised. Make the best out of every situation. You spit on your hands and pump him a few times and there's the bulge that you would have seen as an outline if you were at home. You take him in your mouth, wet and warm and that's when he jerks awake, like a small one, 'I've woken up' is the appropriate saying. You bob your head, increasing your grip on his thigh, holding yourself back from touching yourself, it'd be more pleasurable that way. He takes a couple of seconds but his hands automatically fly to the back of your head, caressing your hand and he wants to tell you, ''Good girl, you take me so well.'' which he does, in a whisper and it does absolutely nothing to quell the ache in your wet core, you clench your thighs together even harder at his words. Your smile grows, maybe in shyness or in a state of bliss, albeit not as much if it was his cock stuffed inside your pussy, you fondle his balls, flattening your tongue to the underside where a vein lies. He's nervous now, undoubtedly as he looks around but he doesn't want to stop you and he does not till you've milked him dry with your mouth.

Inseong:

He's reading something, or rather, he's studying, maybe English, you've forgotten what it was, an hour and then another passing since he's started. He got a little bit distracted at first, quickly getting up from his seat and walking to where you where, entering the room, hovering over you, pressing kisses to your neck and chest, so close to grinding his hips over yours when you pushed him away, hand on his chest, ''Don't you have to study?'' to which he moaned about something- nonsense mumbles and buried his head in your chest (he was in a whining mood). It made you laugh, honestly. ''You're so sweet you know?'' you said, clutching his cheeks and directing his gaze at you and he chuckled, shy, reminding himself and you, that he had to study (unfortunately). You smiled as he left not expecting him for another hour or so, bringing your laptop back to your lap. The comforters smell like him and his rather luxurious body lotion he uses + that, plus you can't stop thinking of his silk pyjamas, should you tease him about it or not? You contemplate that, at approximately thirty minutes past, around the same time he stalks into the room with extra light footsteps. All the while he was studying, he thought of all the encouraging words your gave him when he first told you that he was taking this test and suddenly, one of the memories was of you saying, ''You've done so well you know''- a non-sexual situation with that smile of yours, beaming for him, that made his heart curl up into a ball and continue to do his best for you. He was in that mood, he felt relief when he got up from his seat and made his way to you. You welcomed him with open arms, ''Hey baby'', nuzzling his hair, hovering over him. You needed him too but you were up for something else today. Something a little more dominating, you needed to know if he was okay with it today, feeling like it. There's a lot going on his eyes, he's silent but looking, growing more happy the further your fingers go, trailing downwards to his hips and hooking in the band of his joggers, the loose material- ''Did you finish studying?'' you ask. The words come too suddenly for him, the moment of truth that decides what your actions will be and he gulps, growing nervous. His groin stirs at what you could do but he replies, ''A-almost, almost done you know''. You smile, he's nervous so he hasn't done what he was supposed to; you also think that it is perfect. You bite your lip and pulls his joggers to his ankle revealing his semi-hard cock, ''You sound nervous baby'', you lean down and place a kiss on his lower tummy, not bothering to see the expression on his face. He doesn't want to lie to you and he hasn't- he could wing that test any day. He lies in anticipation, not saying anything like you, you simply smile and pump him, resulting in a slight thrust of his hips into your hand and when he's hard, you spit on his tip and stroke him, hearing heavy breaths and moans, he absolutely loves your mouth on him but he knows that this night won't end as he wants it too- you've got something up your sleeve and he can feel it. You chuckle at the way he has lifted his head to peer at you, the way you swallow his cock but most of all, how your warm mouth feels around him. You bob your head, giving him encouraging squeezes on his inner thighs so he knows that he's doing well till the time he's about to release. You love this part, just to tease him. Tears prick at his eyes when you stop before he is about to release. You come up and take him into your arms at the sight. When you hold him, that's when the waterfall begins and you hold him till you hear sniffles. You wipe his tears and kiss him softly, with reassurance, ''How about this: you go study, do your best while you are at it and then we'll think about we can solve your problem later huh?''. He nods and stays in your arms for sometime, snuggling into you before he leaves for the study room.

Jaeyoon:

You steadily walk through the thick, velvet blue curtains, calming your haste by the soothing clicking of your shoes. Upon entering the wide hall, you pause and marvel at the sight. It's so beautifully decorated, you think, complimenting the production designers and workers on their work and effort. Past the rows and rows of empty seats that, fingers crossed, will be completely filled for the show, you spot Jaeyoon, the main lead and his female lead hunched together, viewing something on a camera. It was rumoured that Jaeyoon was difficult to work with. At first you presumed that it was because of his personal life, uncontrollable perhaps? Or because of his attitude, he could find it hard to cope with the reality of his fame or maybe he had anger issues, because of it or independently, you didn't know for sure. Or it could be false so you kept your prejudices to yourself. No point in being presumptuous you thought, you didn't even know the guy. Then. You watched him perform, eyes gleaming at the whole thing itself. Credit where credit was due, they were amazing and after weeks of preparation, a standing ovation was what they deserved. Backstage, you asked him if he wanted to go for a show, a neighbouring one? ''To see the competition?'' his tone was playful and he was smiling, ''I don't mind''. Palpable, he found his core tightening, ever since last week. How close were the two of you? Well, he had you almost naked under him until you were interrupted by the bell and he had to leave. It had been a week. He had pushed you on the bed, hastily kissing you, hovering over with a buzz in his head- the wine from dinner. Then. Their stage was equally impressive, given your live commentary throughout where the two of you had your mouth continuously open, whether you were gasping or just talking, obviously annoying the people left, right, front and back. They could see two heads touching, whispering something. His cologne invaded your nose, warm breath fanning the shell of your ear, saying something to you. You couldn't respond, sexual tension present, until he shook you, urging himself away from kissing you. A light one, like a peck on the cheek. You were so close and he felt like taking you home, telling you how he felt and undressing you, so many things to unwrap. The former was obvious. In an empty space in the hall, long after everyone was gone, you resumed what you couldn't after being busy all week long. You urgently kiss him, feeling his taste on your tongue, like last week. You only look up to see if there's anyone in there but you brain is running a hundred simulations at once and nothing seems dangerous enough so you continue, breaths and hands, hot and heavy on one another. You gasp, he's pulling the material of your dress up and feeling your backside, pressing you against his bulge. You tug open his belt and slide down on your knees and you are sure, absolutely, that someone has walked through the door just now. It's not the door to the space that you are in but beyond that, somewhere else, you aren't concerned. You leave a trail of saliva on his cock and pump him a few times, looking at him, peering up, knowing the effect you have on him. He's not keen on your teasing, prolonging, he fists your hair and guides his cock into your mouth. All the way to the back, your hands grip his thighs and squeeze, gagging at the intrusion in between your lips but you like it, reaching for your clit and rubbing, sighing in relief at the ache. He pulls out and fills your mouth again and he's thinking of the warmth, how good you feel there but there's impatience in his nature. He can't help it, he pulls you up and wipes the tears from your eyes, bending you over a bare table. It's a rush to take off your underwear and stuff it in his pockets, entering you without warning till he's sheathed to the hilt, having you gasp and cry out at the stretch. He kisses you hard on the mouth and then covers the noises you make, bringing your chest up, back to his chest, thrusting into your heat, saying, ''Be good for me, okay? Keep quiet.'',

trailing off to moan into your ear. You nod, crying in his hand, trying to keep the noises at bay, easy compliance which he finds hot, he didn't know you had this in you. You release your juices around his cock, slumping on the table whose corners you've gripped really hard, loosening it, whimpering, fumbling for his wrists, you feel overstimulated. ''Hold on, I'm there, alright dove?'' he coos, fucking you once, twice and then through his release, milking your insides. He tugs your dress down and his trousers up and you turn over and slip into his arms, kissing him, love over lust, giggling together and going home together.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

Simple, he's come home from work, exhausted but not too much to drop and you are preoccupied by your thoughts, about him. He takes you into his arms, sitting by the edge of the bed, upright, you grow needier as you straddle him. But you could wait. The kisses grow needier, passionate, like melting your bodies against one another, that feeling is present, every time. He pulls back for a breather and touches your foreheads, it's cute and makes you smile, tugging on his suit jacket which he takes as a sign to remove. ''What'd you want to do?'' he asks. His voice is soft and envelopes only the space between the two of you despite this being your house with no one else in it. ''Sit here'' and his lower belly stirs in arousing mystery, he knows what you have in mind, much more significance present whether or not you put it into words. You get off him and stand less than arm length away, taking off your clothes. He watches hungrily, taking in every detail connected with your body for example the way the fabric moves when you slip it off. You are graceful with it. You could be hasty and he would still find it sensual, he loves you naked. There isn't much to remove, just a shirt, no bra and panties. His mouth goes dry when you are only in your panties. He loves when you sleep like that. You gasp, biting down on your bottom lip, he tugs you closer to him and reaches out for the space between your legs, rubbing your clit over the material, evoking such beautiful sensations that have you curling at the knees. But first, as much as you want to go on, you nod and he takes his hand away, giving you a small smile as you get on your knees, never leaving his eyes, his intense gaze. When you are on your knees, in between his legs, he takes the liberty of grasping the back of your head and kissing you, leaning down to kiss you, he loves doing this every time and explains it as power play. Fuck, you think about how hot it is, his dominance over you. You sit on your heels, hands obediently on your knees, staring at his fingers working on taking his cock out. All the while, he thinks of your behaviour, observing your patience, your submission, heavy turn-ons for him. Your core is aching, in waiting, you had grown more aroused. Has it been the waiting or the change in atmosphere? He spits on his hand and pumps himself a few times and then slowly guides your mouth onto it, not giving you a chance to adjust to the intrusion in your mouth before pulling back and filling your mouth up again. Tears spill from your eyes, you gag on his cock as it hits the back of your throat but you don't object or touch him, instead fisting your hands on your knees and allow him to use your mouth. Next, he will use your core. So many thoughts, you are leaking in your panties when he moans out, ''You're doing so well.'', turning your cheeks pink and urging yourself to do even more better. You look up at his expression, nearly crying from the pleasure you are able to give him. ''Look at yourself baby, fuck, I'm fucking you dumb aren't I? Just a little slut to be used, on my cock.'' he turns you towards the small mirror on the floor, not far from the bed, leaning against the wall and big enough for you to see yourself in it. His words make you nod, he is pleased at the agreement in your eyes. He pulls you off his cock, watching a trail of saliva connect the tip of his cock and your open mouth, greedily sucking in air as if you had not been breathing moments before. He makes you keep silent by having you moan and cry out into his hand that covers your mouth, controlling the volume of your sounds as he pounds into you from behind, fully filling you to the brim, ''I know baby, I like using you.''. When he cleans the two of you up, he joins you in bed where hours later, you cock warms him, giggling and laughing about your day when he tells jokes and pinches your nipples, giving you precious love bites.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Seokwoo is hovering above you, smiling like crazy. This is the first time you entrust yourselves to each other, sexually. From stripping each other of one's clothes and feverishly pressing kisses in all the right places, you've held back- in the back of his car while watching the fireworks, on the sofa strapped to the back of his truck when you helped him change house and last week, when he appeared all sheepish, ringing the bell and pressing you against the door with loving, I-want-to-make-love-to-you kisses after you told him that your parents were out. You stare at him, soaking in his expressions. Your clothes are on and as much as the two of you have eagerly waited for this moment, you start to relish it in. To take in all the details of your first night together. How did you end up here? That was a good question now for the night appeared faster than the day. The memories of the morning enlighten but here, here there is a different glow. Particularly the light from outside, bathing it's yellow's and orange's on your precious bodies, day illuminating your sight of one another. He sees a flash of nervousness in your eyes or ''This...'', not sure how you want to put it into words to which he instantly caresses your arms, gently, every so slowly, locking your lips in a soft, passionate embrace like he wants to tell you a million words made of the bright morning star and dark evening silvers combined. It sparks a need within you, in between primal and not, fucking loving. Heat slowly growing in you, you pull him back to your lips, touching your body, lips, legs to his, entangling. There the fire grows or perhaps, the heat. Heart of heart, hand in hand, you straighten up, sitting on your backside instead of laying and conscious of each other's movements, he moves back till he is on his back, head having not met the bed sheets purely in favour of seeing what you are about to do. One could say that he is curious, like a cat with it's ears poking up to the sound of a doorbell or wrapper crinkling. The latter for later, you think, grinning. He bites his lip, mouth almost asking, ''What are you doing baby?'' to which you say, ''Just you wait'', reading the words from lips. ''I can wait'' he says, almost saying, I've waited for so long, I can wait!. You think that he's cute, never more before than at this moment. The last time you were here, he was the one in this position. You move to in between his legs, trailing your fingers over his legs, toppling his nerves over the edge. Before he can move, which the movement resembles a jerk upwards, you push him back down, reassuring him. First with a kiss to his collarbone, travelling to deliver another kiss to his lips, cutting to the chase, ''Relax'', soothingly, ''I've got you.'', relaxing him till you see his expression soften and him nod, holding your arms. Then you go down, never letting go off the link between your eyes, core tingling with the buzzing of arousal as you pull his boxers off his legs, allowing his fully hard cock to spring from the previous confines. It's a sight to behold, right in front of you, mouth parting in awe at his cock. He looks at you nervously for a second and then thinks that he shouldn't have to be, he's safe with you, more than comfortable and he could sink into it; that's how you make him feel. He smiles when you reach for his hand, entwining your fingers, giving a little squeeze before you release, coating spit with your fingers and palm and spreading it across his cock, including his precum with a swipe. When you first touch him, he flinches but not in a bad way, it's a little unexpected but nothing to be worried about. He instantly calms, his heart racing all the same, throwing his head back and letting a groan escape him when he feels the warmth of your mouth envelope him. It's enough to throw him a blissful state, to think that the whole situation makes him giddy. He wants you, loves you and he has to tell you that (again). You suck him off with the bobs of your head, hair swishing with very fill of his cock in between your lip, you

take a look more than every once in a while, twice to know his reactions. To see him pleased makes you chuckle, the vibrations tickling his spine, slightly lifting his lower back off the bed, that type of sensation. It sends waves of the sea to his mind, he's lost in the pleasure you give to him. His eyes snap open when he feels it coming, he hurries to tell you before you let him tumble over the edge, bordering past the realm of intense sensuality, ''Wait-'', ''What is it?'' you ask, already thinking, knowing. ''I want to'', pause, ''be in you before I come'' said with determination which makes you nod furiously, smiling at him with giddiness. ''Huh?'', leaves your lips in confusion but you shouldn't. High standards, you think because you know that he will give it to you. Silver clouds, silver clouds. He nods, forgetting to tell you that he wants to have you on your back and eat you out. ''You know that time, when we were almost about to?'' you nod at his questions, fully aware at the memories that spring, fresh to the mind. They make you even more excited. ''This, I've wanted to do this for a long time.'' he says, eyes losing their innocence that you are so used to, taking on a darker form, not literally but the expression behind them. He wants to devour you and as much as you find that phrase funny, it's true. He's already in between your legs, licking a stripe, much to your back that lifts off the bed in a bed of arousal and that luscious moan that you let out, it fills his ears like music and urges him to continue on, till you've spilled on his tongue, crying out his name.

Zuho I Baek Juho:

He was irked by you, especially at first. ''Be cordial'' he said, the words that his mother always repeated to him when he couldn't instantly connect or figure out someone's personality. He didn't have to understand the world, yet he set out too. And you knew it, his curiosity and you thought that someday, it would land him in trouble. Wrong people, the police would say, sighing at the unfortunate instance of a man that landed in hot waters with the arduous gang in the area. ''Ran his mouth and look what happened'', the other police officer would say, letting out another sigh. But over time, you let this prejudice you had of him, dwindle. Now, you want to protect this person, at least to the best of your ability. His breath was taken away when he first saw you. He was also a fumbling person with a clumsy nature which he couldn't help but he could play his cards right, yes? Around you, he wasn't so sure. He was enticed by you, purely by his perception of beauty. But, not only because you are beautiful, you connect to people like that. Only this time, he felt as if children were deciding your fate, playing and dabbling your meetings in juvenility. You had seen him fall on his backside, getting up in an admirable manner; spill food on himself, did he need a bib? It was minor, cute occurrences to you which he thought of in distaste. He was a sweet guy, considerate because he would always think of other people, like telling you that he found a melody he composed which reminded him of you or bringing food for a heart-broken-by-their-ex-and-crying-terribly friend. You knew each other plenty. Your friends felt as if you needed a push and there came one, in a way that neither of you expected. No one knew about it after the event. Now that you are in bed on your day off, cuddling with Ju while watching a show together, giving live commentary in each other's ears while the mood calls for other things which forget the tv, you chuckle. But to recall, it's from a couple of years ago: at a party, you secure a room, purely by surprise do you stumble in there. You are buzzed, Ju walks out from the bathroom adjoining the room, looking at you with wide eyes, pausing in his step. ''What are you doing in here?'', ''What-?'' collide from your mouths in a frenzy. The room grows hot, maybe it's just your embarrassment that you can't stand straight. But he manages to catch you, taking huge steps with his arms extended just so your bottom does not hit the ground. You thank him and ask him to give you some space which you find comical. He's looking at you with worry plus, you are leaning against the door which he wants to walk past but is he going to say something? probably not. ''I'm good'', ''You sure?'', ''Yea why?'' and then something and then he drops you home. He chuckles to your fast-asleep, softly-snoring self, finding you just a tinsy bit adorable then. ''Thank you Ju'', ''It's okay'' he says, nonchalantly, ''Hey'', ''Yea?'', ''I want to try something'' you are smiling now, he's genuinely curious. You kiss him on the cheek and make your way out, not sure what to say, not sure whether to turn back. The next time he sees you, he kisses you.

Library sex? The most unrealistic because Ju can't keep his breathy moans to himself and the shelf, I don't think they can handle such forces ad the people? 911. But I didn't end up writing a blowjob into that story like I had planned, instead I have something to share: sucking Ju off in a library when's he trying to find a book/reading? It's hot, very, maybe it stems from yours and Ju's excitement, extra energy meshing in such a way that after an intense make-out session by the end of a bookshelf, you get on your knees and suck him off, arousal surging in your body and watching his expressions of pleasure. I guess the equally hotter thing would be if he pulled you up and made you sit on a table, bunching your bottoms wherever and getting on his knees, ''I'll make you feel happy'' which makes you think, is he drunk off excitement?. Surely yes, he chuckles when he hears your whimpers, entwining one hand that you squeeze every time his fingers touch your sweet spots.

Yoo Taeyang:

Because I'm a sap, every story here is more or less a love story anon!

Here's my train of thought: You drop off your keys on the table, stretching your neck from a short journey of driving but a long day of work, hoisting your arms up into the air, discarding your clothes in the hamper or wherever, calling out, ''Taeyang?''. ''I'm in here!'', he responds, namely the bedroom. You can already imagine him on his side of the bed, laptop on lap, maybe picking out a pub to go to and a movie for movie night, in his joggers and lose t-shirt. You are right, after all, it has been three and a half million years since you married this man. You walk right into your shared bedroom with only your underwear on. Taeyang distracts himself by occupying you on his mind, seeing your backside when you bend to pick something up from your closet. ''This isn't a porno Taeyang, I can feel your eyes on my butt.'' you murmur disapprovingly. ''I'm sorry'' he says, ignoring the way his groin stirs. You climb on the bed, moving towards him. Bigger the bed, bigger the journey to your favourite person's arms. A smaller bed would do, smaller distance then. ''How was your day?'', ''So we are doing this huh? It was good, thank you for asking.'', ''Tell me about it.'' he says, laughing, pulling you into his arms. You recount your memories, picking the funny ones. You sink into his arms, almost falling asleep. ''What did you do today?'' you ask, wanting to hear a funny story. ''I went to shop groceries, I met the housewives from two blocks over, I wanted to dash but I couldn't'', ''Why?'' you chuckle, continuing, ''Why did you want to dash?''. Taeyang has no interest in people except the you and neighbours and for a while, you've been encouraging him to make friends outside the radius of your area, if he's comfortable with it. ''They seem to judge very quickly, I can't stand stuff like that. Anyways, we got to know one another and now we have a reservation to eat at their pub next Thursday. If you are not okay, we can cancel it.'', he slows down at the last part ''Really?!'', you exclaim, you are extra-extra-extra happy for him. He's making friends! ''Is it that one we wanted to go to but couldn't?'' you ask, and he marvels at your excitement with a smile and gleaming eyes, thinking suspiciously that he does want to go there but, at what cost? He wants to go with you, not them. It's a beautiful train of thought. After the conversation, you lie in silence, peaceful as he shuts off his laptop and turns his attention to you. It starts with the hands on your waist, ''Pretty'', they move to your back, entering your shirt and snapping open your bra which by then, he's already kissing you, telling you that he wants you, intimately, especially with the way he's moulding his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth. ''Let me have you?'' is his question, you nod. he caresses your backside and then your cheek, legs on either side of your head, filling your mouth with his cock. It's a careful situation, he goes slow and with caution so as to not hurt you, it takes a while to set the rhythm which is fine by both, you want this but not by hurting yourselves. You've got a wide view of him and even a little eye contact sets him off, with a steady rhythm, he is throbbing with arousal, moaning at the way your mouth takes him. When it's the opposite, he prefers you stand or lean against a wall and that he is on his knees with his fingers deep inside of you, plunging in to meet your sweet spots while he sucks and licks your clit. Your view is so pretty, he always starts with little kitten licks, like it's his first time and then he buries his tongue in between your folds, lapping up every little juice he can find. It ends with you either riding him or on your hands and knees as he takes you from behind.

The true ending is when you cuddle after a second round and he refuses to get up because he wants to stay with you but eventually the knowing-better side of him wins and you take a shower together, the equally intimate situation out of everything. He rubs the knots on your shoulders away and gives you the best message to your scalp ever, it's soothing and this time you almost fall asleep (hehe). He also loves it when you do it for him: lather his body in soap and run your hands along it; knead the knots of tension in certain parts of his body, maybe his lower back or calves due to dancing all day and shampooing his hair while he rests on his chest (with his back to your chest or even curled up in between your legs, with his head on your tummy). If the two of you are up for it, he'll pour some wine or champagne or whatever it is that you both prefer and sit on the opposite side of the tub with your legs on his, probably massaging your sore legs after a long day of work and have the best conversations with you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Gentle baby

Let me elaborate: It goes without saying that you are his favourite person. Without hesitation (he can't help it), he'll smile when he sees you, even if you are just passing by, perhaps in a hurry or not, he has to smile at you and have a little conversation, ''Hey, what are you up to?'', ''Really?'' when you tell him and just like that, he has every reason to smile, to get that little boost you give him. Every conversation you have with him is fruitful for example, he loves inviting you to drink beer with him and if you don't like it but can tolerate it like me, he's absolutely open to trying new things like a wine tasting session and some people are drunk by the end but he's doing that thing, whereby his hand is hovering behind your back and he's cautious to pull you out of being dashed if a drunk person stumbles in your way. His eyes twinkle when he speaks to you, a gleam not malicious but out of curiosity to know you even more, he likes you, now what? When you weren't officially together, he felt as if he couldn't give you hugs as openly as he wanted to, maybe out of shyness, maybe out of hesitancy especially if you didn't like it. But he got to that point where he was comfortable around you, enough to side hug you when he met you, front hug when he met you but wanted to cuddle and back hugs for surprise. Take those three and apply them to the now, those are his ways of showing you affection. He loves to have you in his arms, close to you, no matter what mood he is in, if he's feeling gloomy, he'll fall into your arms when you pull him in for a hug and lean on your shoulder, nestling his head in between your neck particularly if he's not feeling okay. He loves you with all his heart! When you first have sex and all the times after that, you figure out that he's not rough neither does he have that capability to do that to you. If you want to, he'll try it out but sometimes, he'll slip back into loving you, holding your hands above your head when you release, gently coaxing an extra release one from you when he's eating you out on a day when you came back home tired. There's a lot to unpack here but don't worry, I got it~ On a day when you are tired, he'll love to eat you out, when you are on the sofa and you legs dangle of the edge, he'll sit there and dive his head in between your legs. He'll want to hold your hands when he hears you whimper or cry out his name, squeezing them in comfort as if to say, ''You are so great baby, you're doing so well, release when you want to.'' but don't forget, he going to absolutely tease you! Like, ''baby, there's something on your cheek'', ''huh?-oh'' and playfully push him as he takes you into his arms. It's your tears when he was pleasuring you. He not averted to the idea of you sucking him off when he's tired because he wants to cuddle you but in the morning! oh, if you suck him when you wake up, oh god. How does he handle it? He's moaning in no time, in your eyes it is quite exquisite to see, his expression in a haze, fluttering to the pleasure he's receiving, on some mornings, he comes faster than you've anticipated. To see you with a lack of clothes, he's turning you under him and placing kisses all over your body, slowly removing his jumper on yours to reveal your body. Trust me, he loves your body and if you aren't, he'll try to bring you into your element, it's okay if you aren't comfortable with your body but when you are, he'll move to your beat such as letting you ride his face after you sucked him that very morning. Or if you have a different dynamic, he would also love if you punished him (your dom side makes him nod like a compliant pretty boy, mewling to your orders) by not letting him touch you, he's going to be sulky then, ''I can't touch you?'', ''uh-huh'', ''why?'', ''It's your little punishment'', he proceeds to put his hands all over you, including slipping in between your folds just to prove his point that he doesn't like your punishment. He can be compliant but also act out, he thinks he's a bad boy~~ His favourite is to take you over the counter

but let's not lie here, he's perfectly happy with you sucking him off by the counter too, it's one of his favourite places in the house to have sex with you and he'll gladly return the favour by placing you it, on your back and coax one or two releases out of you. Then he may take you to the sofa, ''I know that you can do this baby'', ''Kyunnie?'', ''do you want to come back to this later on?'', ''It's okay'', ''you sure?'', was your conversation the first time around he had nearly coxed three to four releases out of you. He is proud of you, especially when he enters your warmth and settles beside you, slowly thrusting his hips against yours, filling you up and releasing into you, making love to you all the while.

Chani:

Expect all the love from him too, anon!

The fan, the acoustic ventilator and the window are all open, letting in fresh air from outside and circulating it in into your room. Not less than a couple of moments ago had Chani woken up and wrinkled his nose, shaking his head in groan that, ''You need to open the window y/n, otherwise the fan is only going to circulate the warm air that is in this room.''. You are fast asleep, feeling extra warm but asleep, regardless. When Chani was content with opening the sources that would cool the room, he sighed in relief and took of his shirt that was stained with sweat, tossing in into the hamper and getting into bed with you. ''It's too hot.'' you mumble, the stickiness of the humidity has perforated any desires of wanting to sleep in his arms. But Chani has other plans, he waits for you to adjust your position to one of laying on your back and then he proceeds to lay on your bare tummy, growing that baby smile of his when you clear the hair from his face and embrace him. ''If we go out, it'll be cooler.'', ''okay'' he mumbles, not liking the idea of moving one bit but he knows that it must be cooler outside, if not staying within these four walls. Neither of you move and moments later, the both of you have fallen asleep, softly snoring. Chani moves up to where your head is, you wake up with his hand splayed all over you. He's awake, only slightly, gazing at you through his fluttering eyelids, cheekily smiling, from one dimple to the other, you decide that you know what's on his mind from the way his hands move all over your body. The heat has simmered down, albeit momentarily before it rises again to make way for the sweltering afternoon heat. He caresses your side, lifting himself to place kisses all over your tummy + if you were doing it for the first time as a couple and if you have stretch marks, he would run his fingers over them and tell you, ''Don't be shy, they are pretty.'', the last words would be said with finality, with determination that you should know about the marks that cover your body make up your beauty as well. You are beautiful, he's trying to say. He would kiss your stretch marks, wherever they are (breasts, hands, legs, hips, back, wherever) even placing a light bite upon the area, proud that he has managed to elicit a chuckle, ''What are you doing?'' is your response and a stress-free posture as you lie in his arms. He wouldn't know how to say it properly but you would understand through his actions that like tattoos, your stretch marks are personal to you, they make up you and that there's nothing wrong with them, that they should be loved instead of following the social taboo against them. He trails kisses to your sex, experimentally lapping at the wetness and warmth you have to offer. He doesn't waste time, simply pulling out lube and warming up your sex with it, adding a finger or two. ''Babe'', ''Hmm?'', ''Stop here'', you say, grasping his hand. With that, he places his hands on the sides of your head, hovering over you, asking, ''How's my favourite girl doing huh?'' while kissing your temple when placing a condom on himself and entering you. He responds to your moans with some of his, revelling in the feeling of his cock within you. It's towards the end when he's got you in his arms, on the bed, facing one another, in an intimate embrace, tuning in to the sounds and immense feelings of one another that he pulls away, chuckling when he hears a whine from you. It's not a little whine either, ''Chani'' you mumble, grumbling yet excited, the latter which he can see all the same, ''Come here baby'' he murmurs in response, with a hint of a command, you know what that it's a give and take. You get on your knees and suck him off, gripping onto to the covers for the position that you are in is not the best because you can't multitask or ask. You go on till he tells you to pull out and you sit opposite each other, ''This isn't our first time trying it'' you laugh out'', you say, laughing which he mirrors, ''I know, I like watching you when we do this.'', ''What the-'', you start, he's laughing again

but

with that crinkly-at-the-eyes and smiling widely, gums-showing, heart-stopping type of laugh that you pause your fingers at your core, not realising that you are smiling as widely as him. It's the effect you have on each other. At the same time, you both call it, automatically. He's sitting opposite you, within an arms lengths, touching himself, stroking himself to the bring of a release and beyond, while you, you that he can see, that he wants to reach out to but is equally content watching you finger yourself and stimulate your clit to a similar, high-energy-taking release. Since the first time you've done this, the both of you have been drawn to watch or not, concentrating with your eyes shut or with encouraging eyes that also stimulate, greatly, ''You can do this babe, you are doing so well'', said by either of you, smiling when you see the other release. Afterwards, he'll just want to collapse into your arms, not letting go, energy spent well in the morning. In the kitchen, he'll brew a coffee or tea for you, cuddling you in his arms, spending this valuable time in silence, occasionally telling you a funny situation that had occurred when he was at work.

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Ice Ice.

SF9 Hwiyoung x F! Reader smut.

WHO HE SO HOT FOR FUCK

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: Got inspired to write this one because I read an iceplay smut recently XD. And not so shockingly another Hwi story that got a lil spicy, randomly. Not complaining lmao. Just an observation.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and female anatomy (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Ice play. Sexy Hwiyoung. Praising. Neck sucking. Lots of hairpulling. Short :/. Lmk if I need to add more.

Requested: Yes! By a cutie anon 😙

So likee, can you write a Hwiyoung smut which includes ice play 👀🙊 Like, where he uses ice cubes during sex. 👀👉🏻👈🏻

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Sitting on top the kitchen countertop, you sip on a glass of champagne watching your boyfriend Youngkyun prepare dinner for the two of you. The bottle sits in an ice bucket beside you, ensuring the chill temperature of the champagne. It's what you'd call an ideal Saturday evening.

Hearing your lovely boyfriend hum along to the tune of the song playing in the background, swaying his hips in a cute little dance as he cooks for you is just..... Perfect. Maybe it's the champagne, or the nearly tight dress shirt he's wearing with the sleeves folded up his forearms, or the fact that you hadn't completely devoured each other this week at all, one of the three reasons is responsible for the way your palm itches to feel his warm skin beneath it, to feel his hot breaths on your neck.

Emptying the glass of champagne you place it safely on the far edge of the table. Leaning back on your arms your eyes travel from Kyun's broad shoulders to his cute butt, not at all failing to notice his back muscles moving with every movement he made. Biting your lip, you lean forward to tug at his belt hoops, attempting to pull him to you.

"Baby the food." Laughing at your childish behaviour, Youngkyun lowered the flame, turning to look at you with a smile on his face.

"Turn it off." Contorting his face into a confused expression, he situates himself between your legs, hands resting on your bare thighs. Oh if only he'd move them higher.

"Why? Are you not hungry? Do you want me to make something else? I can! What do you want to have?" Asking cutely, his eyes look into your eyes with concern and love. But all you can concentrate on is how his thumbs are rubbing the skin on your thigh so close to where you need him right now.

"I want you."

Changing his smile to a smirk, Kyun steps back to turn off the stove. Resuming his previous place, he rubs his palms over your thighs, hiking your dress up higher along their wake. Placing your hands on his cheeks you pull him close to engulf his lips into a kiss. Kissing him slowly, turning your heads from side to side, bumping your noses together, you make out as your hands slowly wander all over each others bodies.

Resting your fingers on his shirt collar, you start to unbutton it, wrapping your legs around his hips, eagerly looking for some friction. "Get. It. Off." Ordering you to remove your dress he fumbles with his own clothes. Lifting the dress from below your butt, you hiss at the cold feeling on your thighs coming in contact with the cold countertop. Crossing your arms around your body you remove your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties. Undressing down to his boxers, Youngkyun places his arms on either side of you, flexing his muscles as he leans up to lick a bold stripe from your collarbone to your neck. Closing your eyes you lean your head back giving him more skin, enjoying the closeness of your warm half naked bodies.

"I want to try something." Winking he pecks your lips before pulling you to the edge of the table carefully. Picking up a single melting ice cube from the bucket next to your bodies he plays with it till it chills his fingetips. Throwing the melted cube bit away in the sink, he attempts to rest his hands on your lower back. You gasp and arch your back at the feeling of his cold fingers, warm chests touching in contrast to his fingers. Throwing your head back when his hands finally touch your skin, his lips find their place on your neck. Running his hands up and down your back they settle at the clasp of your bra, undoing it while his mouth continues to suck on your neck.

Grabbing another piece of ice, Youngkyun rubs it on the fresh mark he sucked on your neck, soothing it as the melting water flows from your neck to between your breasts. Rubbing the same ice cube on your collarbone till it defrosts completely, creating drops of water on your chest and their marks that intoxicate him enough to moan at the sight of you. Desperate, cold, sexy and needy for him.

Pulling out another ice cube, he drags it over your right breast, circling it till the ice touches you nipple, making it erect. His mouth and tongue follow the same path as the ice, finally reaching your nipple which he flicks with his tongue before latching onto it, sucking and biting it more and more to hear you cry out his name and hump your covered cunt on his hard cock.

Digging your nails onto his shoulders you moan and beg for him to do more. Lowering you to the edge, he pulls your panties down your legs and enters your warm hole with two of his icy fingers. Your head falls back as you cry out for him again, moving your hips aimlessly yearning for him to touch your swollen clit. Wetting the thumb of his free warm hand with his saliva, he gives in to your request and applies pressure on your clit. Continuing to rock your body on his cold and hot fingers you stabilize yourself by holding onto his biceps. "Fuck... You're clenching around my fingers baby. Ah, I need to be inside you now" he groans.

Pulling his fingers away from your wet center, he removes the remaining clothing off himself, freeing his cock. Pumping it a few times in his hand he comes closer to your, licking your bottom lip asking you to open your mouth for him to slip his tongue. Obeying sweetly, you open your mouth and legs for him to do whatever he wants. He enters your welcoming hole at the same time his tongue enters your mouth. Moaning into his mouth you close your legs around him, forcing him to enter you whole, to stretch your tight cunt with his thick length. You scratch down his back once he starts to thrust into you.

Taking another piece of ice from the bucket, he plays with it in one hand, spreading your folds wider to tuck in the ice cube in them. Continuing to drive his cock into you, he holds the frozen ice over your clit till it melts, making you shriek everytime it touches your sensitive bud and squeeze your walls around him.

"So good for me fuck. I could fuck you forever." He praises you for milking his dick. Increasing his pace he grabs your hair, yanking your head back to admire the marks he's sucked on your neck. You roll your eyes back at how deliciously he's fucking you, playing with your nipples, pinching then, pulling them, breathing down your neck and hitting that spot everytime his dick is so deep into your pussy. "Close. Oh god I'm so close please make me cum" you cry out as you pull the hair at the back of his head trying your best to stop your legs from shaking immediately. Grinding his cock in your hole he groans, tensing up as you cum on his dick, spasming your walls and squirming against him crying out his name as the knot in your lower stomach loosens. The whole sensation of you coming down from your high pushed him over the edge too, filling up your cunt with his cum. Touching your foreheads together Youngkyun caresses your back, helping you calm down from your orgasm.

"I think we should order in." You giggle out wrapping your arms around Kyun's broad shoulders. Smiling he lifts you up, still inside you, walking up to the bathroom to clean up.

And most probably for round 2.

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kgyeomiex · 2 years

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Unpredictable

Pairing: Hwiyoung x reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.

Genre: bits of angst | Fluff

requests - open

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”

One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around... The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere... Was it fate? Or a coincidence?

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It was about time you got out of your neighborhood and flew to another state to visit some family. The thing about where you lived was that you didn’t have people like you around there. You had no idea what you did to have people hate you so much but you didn’t care. If anything you liked being alone.

The moment you get to California, your goal is just to spend some time with the family that you haven’t seen in a long time and be away from the negative energy. Right now you need to be calm and just relax after all this is a vacation.

“OH MY GOD!” Just as you were lost in your thoughts, you looked over to your sister and sighed.

“What now?” Your sister always has to turn the smallest thing into a dramatic scene... You shouldn’t even be surprised by this response anymore.

“SF9 IS COMING TO CALIFORNIA WHILE WE ARE HERE!” All you did was just stare at your sister as she continued to stare down at her phone.

You see, you have an older sister who was completely obsessed with K-pop. There hasn’t been a day where she doesn’t mention any groups in the K-pop community. You always asked your parents why didn’t you get a normal sister or even become the only child... They never seem to have an answer so it sucks.

“And?” You asked her and she rolled her eyes.

“Of course, you wouldn’t understand. Why do I even bother telling you?” You shrugged and continued to wait till your parents came back to you and your sister with the new rental car they were borrowing.

“Do you think they (parents) would let me go to their concert?” You glanced at your sister and shrugged.

“I mean I don’t think so, but how are you possibly supposed to get there?” You asked your sister and she looked left and right and then back at you with a huge smile.

“Duh! With the car, they rent,” That’s true, but the moment you took one look up... There you saw a sign that said:

MUST BE 21 TO DRIVE A RENTED CAR

You were going to let your sister be happy, but you decided what kind of sister would you be if you didn’t try to burst your own sister's happiness... Not a very good one.

“Sorry to rain on your parade, but...” You grabbed your sister by the shoulders and turned her to face the wall. The moment she saw the sign, her face went from a smile to a frown.

“You gotta be kidding me,” You simply shrugged, and for some reason knowing that your sister wasn’t going to be able to go to the concert she wanted to go to make you smile. It’s not that you didn’t want to see your sister be happy; however she’s been a snob.

“Try again next time... If they come back,” you simply said, winking over at your sister, and from that point on, both of your parents walked over to you two with the keys to a car.

“Ready to go?” Your mother asked the two of you and you nodded.

“Ready than ever.”

You glanced back at your sister and noticed she still had that frown glued to her damn face.

“What’s wrong with Y/S/N?” Your mother asked and you quickly gave your mother a look.

“It’s not worth asking, “ Your sister shot you a glare and at that moment your sister decided to open her mouth and be dramatic as usual.

“I swear the universe is completely against me! The moment we come here for a vacation... My husband shows up in town and I can’t go see them!” Your sister shouted and all eyes were on her. Honestly, you always seem to question how you are even related to her.

“Oh calm down, your husband doesn’t technically even know you exist,” your mother says, causing your sister to suck her teeth and storm to the car. You took one look at your mother and laughed.

“Finally someone has said it,” from that point on, you all walked toward the car you were renting out and were now on your way to your grandmother's house.

At last, when the car came to a stop, you took a look out the window and saw the same house you visited 8 years ago. Wow, it looks the same. You looked over at your sister who was passed out right next to you and you looked back out the window.

Hm, should you be a nice sister and wake her up? You slowly brought your hand to her shoulder but suddenly stopped and smiled.

Why on earth would you wake up when she looks so peaceful sleeping. You grabbed the handle of the door and made your way out feeling happy at the thought of your sister sleeping in the car and not being around you talking about lord knows what.

“Where’s Y/S/N?” Your mother asks, interrupting your thoughts and you look at her and smile.

“She’s playing dead in the car,” after that being said you walked off and went to get your belongings and you glanced over at your mother who was looking over at the car and then over at you.

“Did you just say she’s dead?” Wow you told your mother she was playing dead and the only thing your mother heard from that statement was she’s dead.

“No, I said she’s playing dead,” You tried to correct yourself but you noticed that your mother was opening the car door and was now tapping your sister. Wow, one-joke turning into your mother freaking out.

You shook your head in disappointment and now had your suitcase and bag in your hands and walked to the door. You know how good it feels knowing that you will be around family and less around people that are annoyed back at home.

By the time you were at the front door, you took a look back and noticed your sister dragging herself out to the car, your mother talking on the phone, and your father pulling out suitcases.

Should you ring the bell or just wait till everyone approaches you? You pulled out your phone and you didn’t have a single text. Eh, what the heck... You rang the doorbell and patiently waited for someone to open the door.

In a matter of seconds, you could hear someone approaching the door. At least the door finally opened and there you saw your grandmother standing right there before you.

“Sweetie,” your grandmother automatically says as she sees you standing right in her.

“Where is everyone else?” Your grandmother asks as she pulls you into a quick hug; however it wasn’t long until she looked behind you and saw how hectic everyone looked. You still question yourself how you turned out to be the only normal one in the family.

You went to the same room you always stay in every time you visit your grandmother. It still looked the same as it did a couple of years ago. The room was still empty. The only thing you had in the room was a bed, a dresser, and a bean bag chair but other than that... Your room was empty.

You put your suitcase on top of the bed but instead of unpacking you walked over to the window and just looked around.

It felt the same as when you were 10. Maybe nothing will change and maybe your vacation will turn out exactly how you think it will.

“WHAT!” You heard screaming ruining your train of thoughts and at that moment you knew you had to go see what was wrong.

You stepped out of your room and walked quickly to the living room finding your sister there with her phone in her hands. Oh no, why did you show up... You already knew your sister was going to say something about the usual problems that included her obsessing over these Korean boy groups...

You tried to walk off hoping that your sister wouldn’t have noticed your presence but it was a little too late to walk away now.

“Y/N!” She grabbed your arm and you looked over at her.

“Please say you’ll come with me.” Oh god, what is this crazy sister of yours talking about? You looked at her and then looked at your arm that she had a grip on.

“First of all please remove your hand away from me and second of all what are you talking about?” You asked your sister and she smiled.

“So I happened to find a way to get to the concert, however, mom and dad said I can only go if...” Your sister stopped talking and you just stood there and you continued to stare at her waiting for her to finish up with what she was saying however she just smiled at you.

“So... are you going to finish that sentence or is this the part I walk away?” You asked your sister and she just sighed and again she placed both hands on each shoulder and looked directly at you.

“I know!!! I know you hate when I mention k-pop around you but please... Please do this one thing for me...” What is your sister talking about? What does she mean to do this thing for her? What are you missing?

“You completely lost me..” Your sister looked frustrated after you made that comment but how can you not be confused? She didn’t even finish what she was saying and she was expecting you to understand her? Does that make sense?

“Look, can you please come to the SF9 concert if I asked you?!” Your sister asked, pleading. You were about to automatically say no however you knew this was your time to make her beg... This was your time to make her promise you that she will do any favor you ask her to do.

“Hmm... Are you paying for my ticket?” You asked, crossing your arms and without even giving it a second she automatically nodded her head.

“If I say yes... What am I benefiting from this?” You asked your sister and she began to look around and then looked at you right away.

“I WILL do anything! Please!” You loved moments like this especially when it’s perfect timing to use this to your advantage.

“Anything?” You asked your sister and she quickly nodded her head. You smiled evilly at yourself and sighed.

“If I say yes, you promise to leave me alone after this right?” You asked her and she nodded her head automatically.

“AND! You promise to do my part in the cleaning?” You asked and your sister took a minute to think about that however she nodded her head. Well, you could say yes right about now but there was one thing left.

“Get on your knees and beg,” at that moment your sister did as she was told and you were in complete shock. Wow, your sister was extremely desperate for these tickets.

“I’m kidding!” You quickly grabbed your sister by the arm and she got up and looked at you. Well, you could be an asshole and say no... Or you could give your sister a break for once, and well... Go to this concert...

“Fine...” At that moment you were pulled into a hug and you were completely shocked. What the hell just happened? Is your sister hugging you?

After agreeing on this, you knew there was no way to back down now... The truth was you didn’t want to go to any concert however since you said yes, your ticket was paid for and your sister had them.

“Y/S/N! Are you ready to go?” You asked patiently waiting in the living room however you haven’t seen your sister since you said yes.

“Almost done!” She screamed out and you pulled out your phone. You were hoping that you could go and get this over with. You wanted to curl up in a ball and watch a movie but nope here you were getting ready to listen to music your sister enjoys.

“I’m ready!” She snapped you out of your thoughts and you got up and took one look at your sister. She went all out. She had a cute outfit on and even her makeup done.

“Wow... You have really outdone yourself this time,” You said walking past her and she quickly followed behind you.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

By the time the two of you finally arrived, you looked outside of the car and saw a huge line waiting outside of the arena. Holy shit people really do listen to these boys.

“We’re here!” Your sister clapped and you could feel your father staring at her probably judging her or maybe that was just you.

“I see that...” You said still admiring how long the line was... It was from the front door of the arena till the very end... Cross that you couldn’t even see the end of the line...

“Let’s go!” Your sister says opened the car door and your eyes widened.

“Wait what... You’re telling me that we have to wait in that huge ass line... You gotta be kidding me,” You said looking at your sister, and you felt your father's eyes on you.

“Stop complaining for one night, and go have fun.” Did your father just say have fun? Is this man crazy?

“For your information, there is no way I will have fun here... And there is no way I will stop complaining until the night is officially over,” you said and your father just shook his head in disappointment.

Eventually, after basically dragging yourself out of the car you were now standing in line watching everyone around you already fangirling over this boy group. What are they called? Sff? Sf5? You didn’t care, you just came just so your sister can leave you alone after this.

“You have the tickets right?” You asked your sister and she smiled.

“Of course, they are right...” she says and she suddenly stops talking to you looking right at you...

“Wait... I gave you the tickets right,” Oh god... Just when you thought you were doing a good deed for your sister everything goes completely wrong!

“Please don’t tell me you forgot the tickets,” you said looking right at your sister but just from her not talking you could tell off of her facial expression that she fucked up and completely forgot the damn tickets...

She was completely quiet, you have no idea what is even running through her mind, and to be honest, you were a bit scared... Your sister was obsessed with this group so for this to happen... It was going to be a scary experience to watch.

“I...” She began to say and her eyes suddenly began to water.

Please don’t cry... PLEASE DON’T CRY.

“I... I,” you weren't the type to usually ever show your sister any type of sympathy or even any type of affection however you didn’t want your sister crying... Especially around all of these people because who knows they probably would assume that you are the reason she’s crying.

You pulled your sister into a hug and you could hear already cry. Oh lord. What the hell do you two do now? Your father just left and he was coming back once the concert was supposed to finish...

You didn’t want to deal with your sister feeling sad so you had an idea that might be illegal...

“Look I have an idea,” you said and your sister slowly pulled away and looked right at you when tears fell down. You wiped away her tears and sighed.

“How about... “ you stopped talking when suddenly your sister decided to interrupt you out of the blue.

“How about if I sneak in!” Wow, you had the same idea however it came out of her mouth... So if she gets caught... you’re pretty innocent.

“Yeah sure..” She instantly smiled and you were a bit taken back at how bipolar your sister was just crying a couple of minutes ago... However, instead of questioning her you just let the girl live.

However, you took one look down and the moment you looked up you noticed your sister was gone and out of your site. Where the hell did she go?

Just from that ... You had this feeling today was probably going to be a long day...

After going back and forth trying to look for your sister, you didn’t see her anywhere on-site... There was no one outside which must mean your sister got in without a problem... But what the hell do you do now?

You looked around and sighed...

Well, are you supposed to just stand out here and wait for your sister to come out or something? You didn’t know what to do to kill time but since there was a coffee shop nearby you decided to treat yourself and spend time there... Might as well, right?

You pulled out your phone and noticed people coming out of the arena. Did the concert finish? That must mean your sister was supposed to come out...

You began to walk around looking everywhere to find your sister but nothing. It was overly crowded so you quickly texted your sister saying you were going to meet her somewhere that had fewer people.

As you walked basically behind the arena, you found yourself in an alley. You have no idea how you even ended up here however you thought maybe your sister must have stayed inside to try to meet the boys... Aish that sounds like your sister...

You noticed a gray door and you had an idea. Maybe you can get in there and find your sister and stop her before she embarrasses herself. PERFECT!

Slowly you walked over to the door and before you knew it everything happened so quickly. The moment you grabbed a handle on the door you were about to pull it open till suddenly the door opened and you suddenly felt yourself on the ground.

You were so determined to get inside that you didn’t even carefully get a hold of the door, you carelessly grabbed the door and now you were on the ground because of that mistake.

“Oh, my!” You heard a deep voice say as you were on the ground and the moment you looked up you suddenly see about nine guys hovering you looking down the ground... Right at you...

“Hwiyoung did you kill her?”

“What no...”

“How was he supposed to know anyone was on the other side of the door?”

“You should always be careful opening doors.”

“Hyung, are you always careful?”

You had no idea what was happening but one thing you did know was that these boys were having a conversation right in front of you as you were trying to process life.

You felt your head throbbing at the pain. You eventually got yourself off the ground and sat up.

“She’s up!”

“Are you okay?” You looked at the one who was speaking to you and you began to rub your head.

“No I died, can’t you tell?” You fired back feeling your head throbbing and the guy looked completely taken back by your remark.

Usually, you’re not much of an asshole but you were in too much pain to care. You were planning to pick yourself off the ground but you suddenly see a hand from one of the guys right in front of you... They were offering their help...

You grabbed a hold of the guy's hand and we were now on your two feet. You looked up and there you saw nine guys all staring at you.

Well...

“I’m sorry... I-” before the guy could continue to say anything else, you suddenly recognized one of the guy's faces and realized... You were standing in front of the group your sister practically fangirls over.

“Wait... Are you boys SF9?”

To Be Continued

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key201303 · 3 years

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Pairing: undercover!Hwiyoung x fem!reader ft. Sf9 members as mafia members

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before using it kids!) make out.

Word count: 4.4k words (to compensate the wait 🤭)

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff from time to time, smut/suggestive content

Plot: being the daughter of a dealer wasn’t easy, especially when he had so many debts and was now dead. Ever since your dad passed away, you’ve been paying his debts with your own life and body but fortunately that is about to change when a charming boy appears out of the blue to save you. But, is he going to give you a better life or you’re just changing the location of your doom? Is he trying to protect you from others or does he also want to use you like an exchange currency like everyone else did?

A/N: I’M FINALLY BACK 😭 I’m so sorry this took me so damn long to update but I finally could come up with something good. We're all going to hell after this 🤭 Hope you guys enjoy it ❤❤

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You woke up to the soft and rhythmic sound of the raindrops. It has been raining all night, making the perfect atmosphere to help you fall asleep after last night's little fight with Hwiyoung. You knew that if it weren't because of the rain, you would have had a lot of problems falling asleep. You hated rainy days, but you had to be thankful for last night.

You slowly sat up on the bed, looking around. Surprisingly, you felt bad for what you said last night to Hwiyoung. You knew he had only tried to protect you ever since you both met each other. And you also knew it wasn't okay telling him the things you said last night just because you were slightly mad at him for wanting to control you.

Suddenly, your phone screen lit up with a message notification. When you looked at it, you noticed the time and immediately knew Chani was the message owner. "What a terrible day, huh?" The message said, not failing to put a small smile on your face. Both of you didn't like rainy days so it was funny that he sent you a message just to remind you how much he hated that weather. "Yeah, what bad weather for hanging out." You answered, the small smile still drawn in your lips. You were about to leave your phone on the night table when another message popped up. "We can still meet if you want. We'll be safe from the rain inside the Cafe 😉." The message said, bringing back the small smile to your lips. "It's better if we leave it for tomorrow, I have some things to do at home today." You answered and finally left the phone on the night table. You could have accepted Chani's offer and you would have been in your rights to do so. But after last night's fight, you didn't want to give Hwiyoung more reasons to fight. At least not today.

As soon as you stepped outside of the room, a delicious smell of your favorite noodles woke up all your senses, making you run towards the kitchen to find out if Hwiyoung remembered you and saved a plate for you. "Good morning." Hwiyoung said without turning to face you. His voice was serious and you were afraid of him being still mad at you. "Good morning…" You quietly said, slowly walking towards him to see what he was cooking. "Breakfast is ready, take a seat before it gets cold." He said without looking at you, still talking in a serious tone. You just hummed a soft okay and took a seat on the kitchen counter, waiting for him to give you your plate full of noodles.

"I'm sorry about last night." He suddenly said as he placed the plate in front of you. You looked at him surprised about his sudden apologies. "I didn't mean to make you feel controlled. I just wanted to protect you so I'm sorry if I made you feel bad." He added when he noticed your surprised expression. You remained silent for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened. Was Hwiyoung really apologizing? "Aren't you going to say anything?" He said laughing a little as he started eating his noodles. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm just surprised." You said, finally moving your gaze from him to your plate. "Why are you so surprised?" He asked curiously. "Nothing." You quietly answered as you started to eat breakfast as well.

You both ate in silence, not really knowing what to say. Since when did you both start to get so awkward around each other? Were you falling for him that hard that it was difficult to keep a normal conversation with him? "Are you going somewhere today?" He suddenly asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was making you feel more and more nervous. "What? Oh, no. I planned to stay here all day. It's raining." You shyly answered as you finished your noodles. “And? Since when does rain stop people from doing stuff?” Hwiyoung said, a soft giggle escaping his lips. The moment you heard his small giggles, all your worries of him still being mad at you for going out last night with Chani and Dawon faded away, making you relax and act around him the same way you have done ever since he saved you from Rowoon. “But rainy days are the worst! Getting all drenched and having to deal with wet clothes all day and even catching a cold.” You complained as you tidied the table after eating breakfast. “And how about the greatest feeling of getting back home and taking a warm shower? Or spending the day on the couch with a blanket and watching TV?” Hwiyoung asked, surprised when he found out how much you hated rainy days. “Oh! And how about those romantic scenes of movies girls always like about the main couple kissing under the rain?” Hwiyoung added as he helped you wash the dishes. “That’s just stupid. Things like that don't happen in real life.” You said laughing, a disbelief tone appearing in your voice. “You never know.” Hwiyoung said, flashing you a small smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Change my mind then.” You said with a challenging tone. You couldn’t let Hwiyoung notice the butterflies blooming in your stomach the moment he said you never knew if things like that could happen.

As the day went by, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened during breakfast and you couldn’t stop asking yourself how would Hwiyoung change your mind so you could start loving rainy days the way he did. Was he going to take you somewhere you liked to change your mind? Would he stay at home with you watching your favorite TV shows? Would he prepare for lunch or dinner your favorite dishes? “Let’s go.” Hwiyoung’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “What? Where are we going?” You asked curious yet nervous. You thought he would say something like ‘I told you I would change your mind.’ but his words were pretty far from that. “Rowoon wants to meet us at a restaurant. He says he wants to check if you're fine with me.” Hwiyoung said as he got his black leather jacket from the wardrobe next to the entrance. You were speechless.

You thought you would never have to see that idiot ever again since Hwiyoung saved you but now you find yourself in your room, getting on one of the fancy dresses he made you buy to go meet him in a restaurant. At least now you were by Hwiyoung’s side and knew Rowoon could do nothing about it. Or at least that’s what you thought. “Are you-. Oh wow.” Hwiyoung said as you walked down the stairs. His eyes were wide as soon as they saw your elegant figure and they gleamed with a beautiful bright. “I didn’t know you could be this stunning.” Hwiyoung said, mesmerized by how beautiful you looked. You just giggled and avoided his gaze which was eating you alive. “I feel bad about telling you this but… You better wear something else.” Hwiyoung said once he could move his gaze from you. You looked at him with confusion written all over your face which made him laugh. “I don’t have a car.” He said, showing you a black motorcycle helmet. “Oh. We’re going on a motorcycle?” You asked surprised. You never actually thought about the image of Hwiyoung driving a motorcycle but the moment you exited the little apartment, after changing your clothes to something more comfortable yet elegant, and your gaze landed on him waiting for you on that motorcycle… Oh boy you were in love with that boy.

The way the white shirt remarked his toned torso, the way the black leather jacket gave him that bad boy vibe that was softened with his long and fluff hair and the way his eyes gleamed with a beautiful glitter every time they landed on you. Just then you noticed how much you liked the boy standing in front of you. “Are you coming?” Hwiyoung said, handing you another black helmet as you came back to reality. You just nodded and ran towards him to grab the helmet and get on the motorcycle so you both could finally go meet your old nightmare. “Don’t get rid of your embrace around me, okay?” Hwiyoung said taking your hands and wrapping his torso with them. You could feel how your cheeks started to burn to the point of being light red at the sudden closeness of your bodies. You had to be grateful that you were wearing a helmet and he couldn’t see your face at all.

Once you arrived at the restaurant, old memories from the party where you met Youngbin and his group started to come alive once again. The restaurant was small but elegant and fresh. The bar was beautifully decorated with golden ornaments and the wine bottles were meticulously placed on the shelf. Beautiful and expensive green velvet chairs that matched the green glasses from the windows were meticulously placed by the tables decorated with dark marble. "Are you okay?" Hwiyoung quietly asked from behind, placing his hand on your waist to take you to the table where a black haired boy was waiting. You just shyly nodded as you gulped when you felt his hand embracing your waist. What a terrible day to accept your feelings for Hwiyoung. "Remember, I'm Youngkyun here." He whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine before waving to the black haired boy and walked towards him.

"Welcome, you must be (Y/N), right?" The black haired boy asked. You just nodded to his question as you took a seat. "Rowoon talked pretty well about you. Nice to meet you, I'm Inseong, owner of the restaurant." The black haired boy finally introduced himself. You would be lying if you said you actually paid attention to what he said after saying Rowoon talked well about you. Why would he say good things about you after all the things he hated about you? "Beautiful ring." A blond haired boy said as he joined the conversation Hwiyoung and Inseong were having. "This?" Hwiyoung said, taking your hand in his and pointing at the ring your dad gifted you. You looked at him with a blank expression, not understanding the reason behind his affectionate sudden behavior. "My dad gave it to me." You said, getting rid of Hwiyoung's embrace. "Such a unique piece of jewelry for sure. I'm Zuho by the way." The blond haired boy introduced himself as well as he admired the ring.

A few minutes went by when Rowoon finally arrived. They seemed to be really friendly with Inseong and Zuho but Rowoon’s face changed completely the moment his gaze landed on you talking with Hwiyoung. "See who we got here! My favorite couple of the year." Rowoon said as he got closer to the table you were sitting. His favorite couple of the year? What was he talking about? You sent a death glare to Hwiyoung before wearing the fake smile you wore when you still lived with him. "How are you guys doing? You look stunning (Y/N)." He added as he took the seat in front of you. You just limited yourself to nod and smile, not wanting to say much just in case you messed up the story Hwiyoung made up. "Is she a good girlfriend, Youngkyun?" Rowoon asked, moving his gaze to the boy sitting next to you who immediately answered with a convinced nod. "She's amazing, you really let go of a good girl." Hwiyoung said, looking at you with fond eyes. For a moment, when your eyes met his, you felt like he was talking seriously for a moment. Like he actually believed his words, even though you knew it was just a story he made up so Rowoon was happy. Even though you didn't know why Hwiyoung tried so hard to make him happy after he saved you, you knew it was better if you just followed his lead and not asked anything. "How cute. Why don't you kiss her then?" Rowoon said, a challenging smirk appearing on his lips. You couldn't help choking on air at his sudden suggestion. "I think we better don't, you know, that kind of stuff is better doing it in private." Hwiyoung said, winking at Rowoon before taking a sip from his wine. You found yourself speechless, not knowing how to act after what happened and not knowing what to say after Rowoon suggested such things and Hwiyoung answered like that.

Hours went by and before you could notice, night was finally replacing day and it was the perfect excuse to leave that restaurant and go back home. Once you finally said goodbye to Rowoon, Inseong and Zuho, Hwiyoung grabbed your waist once again to take you to the parking lot where the motorcycle was. "Just trust me and follow my lead okay? I promise I'll explain everything when we get home." Hwiyoung whispered into your ear as you got out of the restaurant. His words made your heart rate go up in no time, making you feel nervous about what Hwiyoung's plans were.

"Can you expl-." You tried to say once you arrived near by motorcycle but before you could finish your sentence, Hwiyoung turned you around and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. You couldn't understand what was going on but kissed him back without thinking about it twice. After all, you promised him you would trust him and follow what he did so all you could do was kiss him back. The kiss felt unreal, full of passion, like you both really kissed because you loved each other and not only for a stupid role. The wet raindrops made a perfect contrast with the heat in your cheeks and you felt like you were in one of those American movies Hwiyoung mentioned in the morning. Was that kiss part of his plans to change your mind about rainy days? "Let’s go home." Hwiyoung whispered once you broke the kiss. If it weren’t because you knew that kiss was something planned to make Rowoon see his time didn't go to waste, you would have definitely thought Hwiyoung loved you with all his heart and soul and that he didn't want that moment to ever end.

"What the hell happened there?" You asked, still speechless from the kiss. "He was checking us. Your ring is part of the deal. If I 'give' him your ring, he'll leave you alone so I told him I ended up convincing you to be my girlfriend so I can get closer to the ring." Hwiyoung said as you both entered your now shared apartment and removed his leather jacket. "We should take a warm shower before we catch a cold." He added, helping you get off your wet jacket. "I told you rainy days were a shit." You said giggling, remembering the little conversation you had in the morning and ignoring what he said about your ring. "The day hasn't finished yet, I'm still on time to change your mind." He said winking at you as he walked down the hall to get in the shower.

Minutes went by and all you could think of while you waited for Hwiyoung to come out of the shower was about that kiss you both shared under the rain. You brushed your lips with the tip of your fingers, slightly smiling at the thought of the kiss. The sound of the bathroom door opening knocked you out of your thoughts. "Finally, I thought you would ne-." You said as you walked towards the bathroom, ready to get in to take a shower as well, but you were once again cut off. This time, unlike before, you were cut off by the image before your eyes. Hwiyoung was wearing a simple towel around his waist, his bare chest still wet with a few water drops that fell from his long hair. He looked so stunning and handsome like that. "You like what you see?" Hwiyoung said, knocking you out of your own world as he passed by you heading to the room so he could get dressed. "Don't take long to shower, I'm going to start preparing dinner." He said as he walked down the hall. In any other situation you would have complained about him telling you to hurry up in the shower when he took so long to finish, but this time you were so immersed in admiring his figure that no words came out of your lips.

You took a shower in silence, processing all the information about your sudden feelings towards Hwiyoung and analyzing all his movements in an attempt to find out if he liked you back or not. You face palmed yourself when you noticed how hard Hwiyoung was to read. He always had that serious look that perfectly hid all his emotions that made it impossible for you to know if he ever had feelings for you or not. You took a moment to leave your mind in a blank space, just focusing on the warm water drops softly tapping your sensitive skin, removing the coldness from the raindrops. You had to admit Hwiyoung was right when he said it was an amazing feeling getting back home and taking a warm shower after a rainy day. But it wasn't enough reason to change your mind about rainy days.

You got out of the shower feeling pretty good, like the warm water soothed the pain in your heart. Like the warm water healed all the wounds in your soul and made the love and good feelings bloom into your heart like a beautiful flower in spring. "Hey dinner is… Oh!! Why didn't you close the door?!?!?!" Hwiyoung's voice knocked you out of your little peace. You wanted so much to take a shower and were so immersed in the memory of the kiss that you completely forgot to close the bathroom door, leaving Hwiyoung speechless at your image in a towel. It only took him a slight second to move his gaze from your figure and hide his face so you couldn't see how it turned red. In other situations you would have definitely closed the door yelling at him to go away, but this time, after that kiss and after finding out your feelings for that boy, you didn't want him to go away anymore.

"Hwiyoung…" You quietly said as you walked towards him. You didn't know what you were doing at all, you were just listening to what your heart was shouting, something you stopped doing ages ago. "Look at me…." You said, taking his hands off his face so you could admire him. It was the first time you actually looked at him. It was the first time your eyes met his and the first time you could admire the beautiful galaxy his dark orbs held. And it was the first time you could read him like an open book. "I like you… A lot…" You said, caressing his cheek and moving a strand of still wet hair from his face so you could admire him better. "I… I like you too… Actually I've been liking you for quite a long time now but I was too afraid of-." Hwiyoung started to confess with a trembling voice, nervousness reflected on his deep voice. But you cut him off with a kiss. You didn't want to hear his excuses. You didn't want him to explain his feelings. At least not now. All you wanted to do was kiss him. Kiss him until your lungs cried for air. Kiss him until your lips were impregnated in each other's scent. Kiss him until your souls become one.

His hands quickly moved to cup your cheeks as he pressed your body against the wall, deepening the kiss. Your lips danced in harmony and soon, tongues started to fight for dominance. "Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long." Hwiyoung whispered against your lips, sending a cold chill down your spine. "I've wanted to kiss you." He said kissing you lips once again. "Love you." He said, moving his lips to your jawline as soft moans escaped your lips. "Have you." He said as he kept leaving a trace of kisses down your jawline to your neck and collarbone. "Taste you." He whispered into your ear before kissing your lips once again. This time the kiss wasn't gentle or soft. It was a kiss full of hunger and desire. A kiss that really showed you how much Hwiyoung wanted you. A kiss that showed you how you could trust him.

His hands went down, taking off the towel that dried your body a few minutes ago. His hands felt like feathers on your skin, touching you like if you were made of glass and you would break at any moment. "Are you sure you want this?" Hwiyoung asked against your neck, without stopping leaving butterfly kisses. "I'm more than sure." You said, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt him leaving a love mark on your neck. "Good, because I won't be able to stop if we keep doing this." He said, finally locking his eyes with yours. The beautiful soft gleam that always decorated his dark eyes has been replaced with lust and desire. His eyes devoured your figure like he has been waiting his entire life for that moment, making you feel shy yet beloved.

"Just let me know if something is wrong, okay? I don't want to hurt you." He said as his gaze softened for a slight second before the lust and desire decorated his dark orbs once again. You just nodded before throwing your head back in the header of the bed when you felt his slender fingers entering your core and playing with your clit. "Baby you're already so wet for me. Did you want me that much?" Hwiyoung said, a wide smirk decorating his charming face. You never thought someone could look as sexy and handsome as he looked right there and right then. "Do you like it, huh?" Hwiyoung asked, curling his fingers inside you, when he saw you holding your moans by biting your lower lip. "Don't hold your moans baby, I want to hear you." He whispered into your ear before kissing your cheeks and then your lips while he drew circle patrons on your clit, getting you closer to the edge of the first orgasm. "I'm close." You gasped for air against his lips, whining immediately after at the loss of his touch.

His erection was prominent on his boxers, making you shy when your gaze landed on it. "See what you do to me? Do you know how hard it was for me to control myself on that restaurant and don't fuck you right there in front of that asshole?" Hwiyoung said with a deep voice. You would have never imagined he would have that dominant side but you had to admit you loved it. "Now you have to fix what you've done… Get on your knees baby." He said, brushing his hair back with his fingers so he could admire how you sucked him off. You did as he asked you and got on your knees. "You look so beautiful." He said before you placed his hard member on your mouth. He threw his head back immediately, absolutely immersed in the pleasure you were giving him with your wet muscle. "Shit you're so good." He praised you as a low groan escaped his lips. "Baby… baby stop… I'm so close." He said, a high pitched voice escaping his lips as he tried to control his pleasure. You did as he said and got up to lay back in bed just like he asked you. "You look so sexy cleaning your lips." He said, caressing your lower lip and locking your lips with his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you (Y/N)." He said teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. "I love you too Hwiyoung." You said, gasping when you felt his member filling your core. "Fuck, you're so damn tight." He said as he waited for you to adjust to his length. "Move." You quietly said as you intertwined your fingers with his hair in an attempt of holding onto something. His thrusts were slow and deep, making you feel every single inch of his hard member. You begged him to go faster but it was useless, he wanted you to feel him as much as possible and he wanted that moment to last forever. "Just enjoy it baby." He whispered into your ear before thrusting into you even deeper if that was possible. Loud moans started to escape your lips when he hit the perfect spots inside you and as you got closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm.

"Hwiyoung… Please… I'm so close…" You said, pulling his hair and twitching around his hard member, begging for mercy. "Fuck, if you do that again I won't last for much longer neither." He said, getting closer to his edge as well when you tighten your walls around him. Both of you lasted for a few more thrusts before you both came undone. He tiredly landed next to you, heavy breaths filling the atmosphere of the room before your voices finally said something coherent.

"Fuck that was amazing." Hwiyoung said, hiding his face with his strong arms, embarrassment finally filling the boy. "It really was…" You shyly said, mirroring his actions. "I really love you (Y/N)." Hwiyoung said, taking your hands in his so you both could admire each other's eyes once again. "I love you too…" You said, closing the gap between you both with a soft kiss. "I think we should go eat dinner, it sure is cold by now." You said once you both recovered your normal breath, making Hwiyoung laugh at your comment.

Maybe rainy days weren't your favorites when you were alone. But they were definitely your favorites if Hwiyoung was by your side. In the end, he was right. Rainy days are the best.

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