#kpop scenarios

[hoonstqr]

get me so high - l.hs

warnings: smut! mdni! oral(f!), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, stqr's notes: JUST LOOK AT THAT NOSE AND THAT HAIR!! hee's the type of guy who'd want to die while suffocating in his gf's thighs. if u disagree, you're clearly wrong.

now playing // so high by doja cat

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“h-hee, please no more, c-can’t take it anymore...” you stutter, your body arching off the bed as your fingers tighten in heeseung’s hair. his mouth like a warm, wet heaven between your legs, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that drive you closer to the edge. but your pleas fall on deaf ears, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulls away just long enough to let your trembling thighs fall apart once more.

your skin is flushed and sticky with sweat, your heart racing as he kisses the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of pecks that makes you shiver. “you can take it, baby, you know you can, my sweet angel” he murmurs, the sound of his voice sending another shockwave through your body. you want to argue, but all that comes out is a whine as his mouth finds your clit again, sucking gently.

his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, the pressure just shy of painful. your muscles clench around his fingers, which are buried deep within you, moving in a rhythm that matches his mouth. it’s overwhelming, the sensation of being so close to the peak again, especially when your body is so sensitive from the previous climaxes. your toes curl into the bedsheets, and you bite down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to escape.

he pauses, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “moan for me, baby. i want to hear how much you love this. don't hold back,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. your cheeks burn with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, but you nod, feeling the heat of his gaze on you.

his mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking against it rapidly. your eyes roll back in your head and had you seeing stars. you can't help but let out a low moan. he chuckles against your sensitive folds, the vibration sending sparks of sensation shooting through you. your hips rock upward, seeking more, but he keeps his rhythm, not giving you the full force you crave just yet.

his fingers inside you start to move faster, curling and stroking, hitting that spot deep within you that makes your legs quiver. you moan louder now, unable to hold it back. your hands tighten in his hair, urging him closer, but he's unfazed, maintaining his relentless pace. “seungie, yes, right there,” you pant, your voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging.

his eyes lock onto yours, the smirk on his face growing wider.  “you’re so beautiful when you're like this,” he says, his voice filled with admiration. your heart swells with love for him, making the pleasure he’s giving you even more intense. he adds a third finger, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. your body starts to tremble uncontrollably, the tension coiling tighter with every passing moment.

you feel the orgasm building again. your nails dig into his scalp, the pain mixing with the pleasure. heeseung's eyes darken with desire as he watches your reaction, his own breathing heavy and ragged. he knows he's pushing you to the edge, and it only spurs him on. your moans become more frequent, filling the room with the sweet sound of your release.

his tongue presses harder against your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a fervent pace. your body starts to convulse, muscles tightening around his fingers. the pressure builds, and just when you think you can't take anymore, it hits. with a cry, you squirt all over his face, the warm liquid spilling out of you. his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t miss a beat, lapping it up eagerly. the feeling is so intense, you can't help but thrash on the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

your eyes fly open, watching him with a mix of shock and arousal. “yes, baby, that’s it,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your folds. your chest heaves with every breath you take, your heart hammering in your ears. he licks you clean, his movements slowing as your orgasm subsides. then, he looks up, his nose and chin covered in your juices.

his eyes sparkle with mischief and satisfaction. “you taste so good,” he says, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him like that, so raw and hungry for you, sends a fresh wave of desire through your body. you can’t help but feel a bit smug, knowing you’ve driven him to this point.

his fingers slip out of you, and he wipes his face with the back of his hand, the smear of your juices glistening on his skin. “you're insatiable, aren’t you?” you murmur, still panting. he grins, his teeth gleaming. “only for you, baby.”

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[senascoop]

┊ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS!! ☁︎

pairing: enhypen x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links . [note: dumping my drafts since I haven't posted in sooooo long] [LIBRARY]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

heeseung who wanted nothing more than taking you against a wall after the little joke you made on his ‘d!ck’ being not enough. guess he'll have to show you again—how enough it actually is.

sunghoon believed bad girls deserved punishment. the thing is, how were you any different?

jake hates bad days but he doesn't hate them when bad days bring him another excuse for his pleasure.

jay who loves nothing more than seeing your ass bounce as he thrusts into you, reminding you of who you truly belong to.

sunghoon who can't even hide it when he misses you :(

heeseung who lets you take control and instantly regrets. poor boy never thought you could be so into the role.

jay who makes every night the same. or—when every night is spent making you feel desired.

jake isn't one to shy away, especially when it came to eating you out in the most unusual places—and this time it was the kitchen counter.

[junnieverse]

— PING 💬 TEXTS WITH ENHYPEN !

➙ pictures the enhypen members have sent you of your boyfriend jake

pairing: jake sim x afab!reader

genre: crack, fluff

request: “ Can you do texts Jake would send you pls? “

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, images slightly edited

a/n: thank you for this request! i remember you leaving a jake ver request in the comments of the jay ver of this (before i responded that i only take ask requests) so despite this request being vague i got what you meant, and so I hope you and all my other readers enjoy, xx

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

[miumura]

LOVE HANGOVER ── K.DH SMAU ONESHOT

──── i had woke up in a daze ｡ ｡ my sweat was cold, my lip was cracked ｡ ｡ you know i’m going to do it again ( ✶ )

IN OTHER WORDS ──── ノ • drunk tweeting about how badly miss your ex might be the worst ( best ) thing you’ve ever done.

ex ! leehan x f ! reader ⌕ exes2lovers, fluff, crack ( ? ) ˊᯅˋ ments. of drinking, y/n is horrendously down BAD. ( dw, he is too ) ノ 💬 › just a random thought / word blurb …

‘💬’ ─── i always treat my long smau oneshots like a mini smau series wth 😭

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ! — @juyeoz @j4d @itsactuallylina @rizzwoos @fleurhoons @htaesan @macapunoz @pumpkg

[peacheeeliz]

019. aww ☺️☺️ oh.. 😳😳

synopsis ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

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[misanahrs]

just the two of us —minatozaki sana.

now playing: moonstruck - enhypen.

synopsis - from the moment minatozaki sana steps into your studio, she’s utterly smitten. shamelessly flirting at every opportunity, she’s determined to you over, but she doesn’t expect to fall this hard. between teasing exchanges, stolen glances, and a first date filled with laughter and flustered moments, sana realises she’s completely, hopelessly in love.

pairing - minatozaki sana x fem reader.

i:

you’ve always been comfortable behind the camera. there’s a quiet kind of power in being the observer rather than the observed, in capturing the world through a lens without having to stand in its spotlight. you’ve worked with dozens of models before—beautiful people who know exactly how to command attention—but none have ever made you forget how to breathe.

and then, minatozaki sana steps into your studio.

she is a vision draped in golden afternoon light, her presence soft yet impossibly magnetic, as if she’s been sculpted from the very concept of warmth itself. her hair spills over her shoulders in silken waves, catching the glow of the setting sun filtering through the tall windows. her eyes, deep and rich with unspoken mischief, find yours immediately. she smiles, and it feels like the room itself tilts slightly off its axis.

“are you always this quiet,” she muses, tilting her head as she watches you adjust your camera settings, “or am i just too stunning for words?” her voice is lilting, teasing, as if she’s testing you—seeing how much power she holds in a game she’s only just begun.

you swallow, steadying yourself with a deep breath. “i just concentrate when i work,” you reply, trying to keep your tone even, though you can already feel the edges of your composure fraying.

but sana doesn’t miss a thing.

“ohh,” she hums, stepping closer, her gaze flickering over you like she’s mapping out something precious. “so if i weren’t your model, would you talk to me more?”

the air in the room shifts. her perfume—soft, floral, something like jasmine and vanilla—lingers between you, making your thoughts feel syrupy and slow.

“would you go on a date with me if i weren’t your model?” she asks, voice lighter now, almost playful, but there’s something else beneath it. something real.

your breath hitches. your fingers twitch over the shutter button.

click.

you don’t even realise you’ve pressed it until sana’s lips curve into a delighted grin.

“did you just take a picture of me flirting with you?” she giggles, and god, the sound is musical. light. intoxicating.

your face heats instantly. you clear your throat, lowering the camera, but sana’s eyes are still locked onto yours, shimmering with something unreadable. “you should focus, minatozaki,” you say, grasping at professionalism, at anything that might keep you from completely losing your cool.

but she only leans in a fraction closer, voice honey-sweet. “but i am focusing,” she whispers. “on you.”

and suddenly, it feels like you are the one being captured—pinned beneath the weight of her attention, forever frozen in a moment you’re not sure you ever want to escape from.

⸻

ii:

from that moment on, every photoshoot becomes a battle. sana finds new ways to fluster you—throwing winks over her shoulder, blowing kisses between shots, letting her hands travel over your body and rest in various places when she analyses the images you took of her, casually complimenting you in ways that seem far too genuine to be simple teasing.

one afternoon, as you’re reviewing the photos from your latest session, sana leans in over your shoulder, her presence warm and distracting. “these look amazing,” she says, her voice softer than usual. then, after a pause, she tilts her head. “but something’s missing.”

you frown slightly, studying the screen,not very used to your skills being criticised as a top photographer. “what is it?”

she grins, and you know you’ve walked straight into a trap. “me, taking you out to dinner after this.”

you blink. her confidence is unwavering, as always, but there’s something in her expression—something softer, more sincere.

“one date, y/n,” she presses gently, nudging your arm. “just one. if you don’t fall for me by the end of it, i’ll stop flirting.”

you hesitate. “you promise?”

sana smirks. “no,” she says easily. “because i already know you’ll fall for me.”

and, if you’re being honest, you might have already fallen.

———

iii:

you don’t know how she does it, but sana somehow manages to find the most intimate little restaurant in the city—the kind of place that feels like a well-kept secret, tucked away between winding alleyways and ivy-covered brick walls.

soft candlelight flickers against the wooden tabletops, casting golden reflections in the deep amber of sana’s eyes. the air hums with the quiet murmur of conversations, the occasional clink of silverware against ceramic, the distant notes of a love song drifting from an old record player in the corner.

and sana—god, sana is radiant.

she pulls your chair out for you, exaggeratedly chivalrous, and when you raise an unimpressed eyebrow, she only grins.

“see?” she says, settling into her seat. “i’m a perfect date already.”

you shake your head, but there’s no stopping the smile tugging at your lips. “you’re something, alright.”

dinner is a dance between effortless charm and absolute chaos. sana is a natural flirt, shameless and relentless in her teasing, she speaks about herself and her journey with twice—momentarily stating that this was a restaurant the girls used to come to as trainees—but she listens, too—really listens. she asks about your favourite places to photograph, about the moments that make your heart swell behind the lens. she hums in understanding when you describe the way golden-hour light makes everything feel softer, more alive.

and then, just when you think she’s nothing but smooth edges and practiced confidence, she knocks over her glass.

her eyes widen in pure, mortified horror as water spills across the table, ice cubes bouncing onto the floor with a soft clatter. “i— i meant to do that,” she blurts out, frantically grabbing at napkins in a desperate attempt to undo the damage.

you laugh, the sound spilling out of you before you can stop it, and suddenly the night feels even lighter, easier.

“sure you did,” you tease, watching as she hues of pink begin to lightly coat the apple of her cheeks.

she pouts, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering between yours and the now-damp tablecloth. “stop looking at me like that. i’m supposed to be dazzling you, not embarrassing myself.”

you hesitate, then, and before you can overthink it, you let yourself smile. “you’re still dazzling,” you admit softly.

sana freezes.

her lips part slightly, as if she hadn’t been expecting you to say it out loud. her fingers curl slightly against the table, her breath catching just enough for you to notice. the same light pink on her cheeks deepen.

and for once, it is her who is flustered.

“so…” she clears her throat, her voice just a little quieter now. “does that mean i get a second date?”

you lean back, pretending to consider it. “hmm,” you hum, tapping your chin. “maybe.”

sana gasps, placing a hand over her heart like you’ve just shattered her. “maybe?” she repeats dramatically. “i’ll just have to work harder, then.”

and work harder she does.

⸻

iv:

it happens after a photoshoot—one where sana had been softer than usual, where her touches lingered just a little too long, where her laughter felt like something only meant for you.

the studio is quiet now, save for the faint hum of the city outside. sana stands a few steps away, shifting on her feet, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

“y/n,” she starts, then stops. exhales. tries again. “i know i’ve been flirting with you since the moment we met,” she says, voice smaller than you’ve ever heard it, like she’s suddenly afraid of the words leaving her lips. “and i know i said i wanted to win you over but…”

she glances up at you then, and you realise—she’s nervous.

minatozaki sana, who has always been confident, always been bold, always been so sure of herself—she is nervous.

“i think you’ve actually won me over instead,” she murmurs. your breath catches. “i really like you,” she continues, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “and i don’t just want to flirt with you. i want to be yours. properly.”

silence stretches between you, heavy and fragile, until you finally take a step forward.

you take her hand.

“you already are.”

sana blinks. her lips part slightly. “huh?”

you squeeze her fingers, warmth spreading from your chest outward. “yours. i already am.”

her face floods with colour. “oh my god,” she whispers, pressing both hands over her burning face. “did i just get confessed to?”

you laugh, heart full.

“i was supposed to be the smooth one!” she wails.

you squeeze her hand again. “guess i beat you at your own game, minatozaki.”

and minatozaki sana—hopeless romantic, self-proclaimed flirt, and now, completely, utterly smitten—finally gets her happy ending.

———

epilogue: your moments with sana.

i:

mornings with sana are slow, filled with warm limbs tangled beneath soft sheets, the scent of fresh linen mixing with the faint hint of her vanilla shampoo. sunlight spills through the curtains, painting golden patches on the bed, and sana—your beautiful, sleepy girlfriend—buries her face against your neck with a soft hum of protest when you try to move.

“nooo,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep, arms tightening around you. “don’t leave.”

you laugh softly, brushing your fingers through her tousled hair. “we have to, baby. you have a schedule.”

sana groans dramatically, pulling you even closer, as if she can physically stop time. “five more minutes,” she pleads, but you know from experience that five minutes always turns into fifteen, then thirty.

you press a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips—lingering just long enough to feel her melt into it. her lips curl into a sleepy smile. “mmm. okay. maybe i’ll get up for more of that.”

you shake your head, amused. “bribing you with kisses now?”

she peeks up at you with a cheeky grin. “it’s very effective, don’t you think?”

you roll your eyes, but you still kiss her again—because really, who could resist?

⸻

ii:

it happens on an ordinary evening. nothing extravagant, no grand gestures—just the two of you curled up on the sofa, a forgotten movie playing in the background while sana absentmindedly traces patterns on your arm with her fingertips.

you’re not even talking, just existing together in comfortable silence, when she suddenly sighs—soft and dreamy—like she’s realising something for the first time.

“i love you.”

the words come so naturally, so effortlessly, that it takes a moment for them to fully sink in. you turn to her, heart stuttering, and find her already looking at you, eyes warm and filled with something deeper than anything she’s ever said before.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look so genuine. so completely, helplessly in love.

“say it again,” you whisper.

she smiles, shy but certain. “i love you.”

and you don’t hesitate—not for a second—before cupping her face and pressing your forehead to hers. “i love you too, sana.”

she beams, then giggles, then kisses you so sweetly that you wonder how you ever lived before knowing what her love feels like.

⸻

iii:

being a photographer for vogue is always an honour, but being the photographer for twice’s first full-group cover? that’s a dream. a dream that becomes even sweeter when your girlfriend, minatozaki sana, is part of it.

the studio buzzes with energy—stylists making last-minute adjustments, makeup artists perfecting the girls’ looks, and the members themselves, effortlessly beautiful and glowing under the bright lights.

sana, of course, had been smug the moment she found out you were the assigned photographer.

“guess i’ll be your favourite model today,” she had teased that morning, standing in your doorway, dressed in her robe, eyes sparkling.

but now? now it’s a different story.

“yahhh, look at sana!” nayeon sing-songs as you adjust your lens, a playful smirk already forming on her lips. “she’s posing extra hard for y/n.”

“it’s true!” jeongyeon chimes in. “look at her! she’s gazing.”

“our sana is so in love,” momo teases, nudging her.

sana, to your delight, actually starts turning pink.

you decide to take it a step further.

you lower your camera slightly, tilting your head in mock curiosity. “hmm… sana-ssi, could you maybe… pose less seductively?” you say, as if genuinely concerned. “you’re making it very hard to focus on my work.”

the studio erupts with laughter.

sana’s jaw drops. her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she swats at you. “y/n!” she squeaks, her confident facade completely crumbling.

“ohhhh my god,” chaeyoung wheezes. “tables have turned.”

dahyun claps her hands. “this is a historic moment.”

sana buries her face in her hands. “i hate you,” she mumbles, but the way she’s smiling says otherwise.

you grin, stepping closer, lowering your voice just for her. “no, you don’t.”

she peeks at you through her fingers, playfully pouting. “okay, fine. i don’t.”

you press a quick kiss to her cheek before stepping back. “now, be a good model and let me take your picture, minatozaki.”

and, despite her embarrassment, sana absolutely melts.

⸻

iv:

it’s late. the kind of late where the world feels a little softer, where everything slows down, where love lingers in the quietest corners of your home.

you and sana stand in the kitchen, the glow of the refrigerator casting long shadows across the floor, soft music playing from your phone. she’s wearing one of your hoodies, sleeves hanging past her hands, hair a little messy from where she’s been leaning against your shoulder just moments before.

you reach for her, fingers curling around her waist. she sighs happily, letting you pull her close.

and then, without thinking, you start to sway.

it’s not a proper dance—just the two of you, barefoot and tangled in each other’s arms, moving to a song that neither of you know the words to. but it doesn’t matter.

sana hums softly, her cheek pressed against your shoulder. “this is nice,” she murmurs.

you press a kiss to her hair. “yeah?”

she nods, tightening her arms around you.

“you make everything nice,” she whispers.

your heart swells.

you don’t respond with words—you don’t need to. instead, you hold her closer, press your lips to her temple, and continue to sway in the quiet, in the warmth, in the love that neither of you ever want to end.

and minatozaki sana—your shameless flirt, your hopeless romantic, your home—smiles like she’s never been happier

[blueberry3241]

★彡 Txt reaction they get jealous and claim you

↷ Pairing : txt x reader ↷ Genre : Romance, Fluff, Jealousy, Slight Possessiveness, and Light Angst (due to jealousy) ↷ word count : 2,000–2,200 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

↝Yeonjun

You had been chatting with a male staff member at the set, laughing at a joke he made, completely unaware of the way Yeonjun’s sharp gaze was locked onto you from across the room. His jaw clenched, arms crossed, and his foot tapped impatiently against the floor.

As soon as you turned around, you were met with Yeonjun standing directly in front of you, his eyes dark with an emotion you immediately recognized—jealousy.

"Who was that?" he asked, voice smooth but carrying an unmistakable edge.

You blinked. "Oh, just one of the staff. He was telling me about—"

Yeonjun didn’t let you finish. He reached for your wrist, gently yet firmly, pulling you closer so that your faces were mere inches apart. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, "I don’t like seeing you laugh like that with another guy."

Your heart pounded. "Yeonjun, are you jealous?"

His lips curled into a smirk, though his grip on your waist tightened possessively. "Jealous? Maybe. But mostly, I just need you to remember something…" He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine."

Without warning, he pressed a lingering kiss against your temple before locking eyes with you, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks burned, but the way he was looking at you, like you were his entire world, made you weak.

Yeonjun smirked at your silence. "I think I need to make sure you don’t forget that anytime soon."

↝Soobin

You were sitting in the dorm’s living room, talking animatedly with Beomgyu. The two of you always had a playful dynamic, teasing each other about the silliest things. Today was no different, but someone was not having it.

Soobin had been watching silently from the kitchen, his fingers gripping the glass of water in his hands a little too tightly. He wasn’t usually one to get jealous over small things, but the way Beomgyu was making you laugh—his laugh—was making his heart ache.

Finally, he’d had enough. Walking up to you, he subtly placed himself between you and Beomgyu, looking down at you with those big, soft eyes.

"(Y/N), can you come with me for a second?" he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You frowned, noticing the slight pout on his lips. "Uh, sure?"

He took your hand and led you into his room, shutting the door behind him. Before you could even ask what was wrong, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"Did I do something wrong?" you murmured, confused by his sudden clinginess.

Soobin sighed against your skin. "No… I just…" He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "I don't like when other guys make you laugh like that." His voice was soft, almost shy, but there was something serious in his gaze.

You giggled, poking his cheek. "Oh my god, Soobin, are you jealous?"

His face turned red instantly. "I—No! Maybe. I don’t know. I just want to be the one who makes you smile the most."

Your heart melted at his words, and you reached up to cup his cheeks. "You always do, Soobin. No one else could ever take your place."

Soobin exhaled in relief before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Good… because I don’t plan on letting anyone try."

↝Beomgyu

Beomgyu had been staring at you from across the practice room, sulking. You were talking to one of the new backup dancers, smiling and nodding at whatever he was saying. That was enough to set Beomgyu off.

He dramatically flopped onto the floor, groaning loud enough for the entire room to hear. When that didn’t get your attention, he rolled over onto his stomach, chin resting on his arm, looking at you with the saddest puppy eyes he could muster.

You finally turned to him, laughing. "What are you doing?"

Beomgyu let out a dramatic sigh. "Dying."

You walked over to him, kneeling beside him. "Oh no, what happened?"

He looked up at you, his eyes glistening with fake tears. "You happened. My own partner, betraying me in broad daylight. Laughing with another man while I waste away here, unloved and forgotten."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your lips gave you away. "Beomgyu, please, you’re being ridiculous."

He suddenly sat up, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer. "Ridiculous? No, what’s ridiculous is that you’re over there talking to someone else when I exist."

You laughed, trying to pull away, but Beomgyu wouldn’t let you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing tightly. "You’re mine. You belong to me, and only me."

"Possessive much?" you teased.

"Yes," he admitted shamelessly, grinning. "And I’ll make sure you never forget it."

↝Taehyun

Taehyun wasn’t the type to get jealous over small things. He trusted you, and he knew you loved him. But that didn’t mean he liked seeing you getting too friendly with someone else.

So when he saw you talking to one of the stylists for a little too long, he didn’t say anything at first. He just watched. Observed. Waited.

Then, when you finally walked back to him, he simply took your hand and intertwined your fingers. His grip was firm, almost like he was staking his claim without needing to say a word.

"Taehyun?" you asked, tilting your head. "Are you okay?"

He met your gaze, eyes unreadable. Then, without warning, he leaned in close. "Do you like making me jealous?"

Your eyes widened. "W-What?"

He smirked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I saw you laughing with him. Was it fun?"

You swallowed, your heart racing. "I wasn’t trying to—"

Taehyun cut you off by pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. "Be careful, (Y/N). You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing."

Your face turned red at his words, and Taehyun chuckled, clearly satisfied with your reaction. He tightened his grip on your hand and pulled you closer, making sure everyone in the room knew exactly who you belonged to.

↝Kai

Kai was usually easygoing. He rarely got mad, let alone jealous. But today was different. Today, you had spent way too much time talking to someone else, and he didn’t like it.

He pouted from across the room, his arms crossed as he watched you with big, sad eyes. When you finally noticed, you walked over to him, confused.

"Kai, what’s wrong?"

He huffed, refusing to meet your gaze. "Nothing."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Because you look like a sad puppy."

Kai finally turned to you, his lips jutting out in a pout. "You didn’t pay attention to me at all today."

Your heart melted. "Oh my god, are you jealous?"

He hesitated before nodding slowly. "Maybe a little…"

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You’re so cute, Kai. You have no reason to be jealous, you know? You’re my favorite person."

His eyes lit up at your words, and he pulled you even closer. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Kai grinned and nuzzled into your neck. "Good. Because I don’t like sharing you."

[maskedcrawford]

Lips of an Angel

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: After the events of your last meeting Jiyong can't quit thinking about you.

Warnings: Sexual content, mention of death, some more angst

MDNI 18+

A/N: Had no intentions of this turning into a multiple part story, but there will be a part 3. I hope you guys enjoy! Y'all let me know what you think in the comments! Don't forget to like and or reblog if you enjoy!

Part 1

It’s been two months since you and Jiyong met that night. You’ve since left the guy you were with, and quite frankly, you can’t get Jiyong out of your head. If you really sat and thought about it, you could still feel the pressure of his lips on yours, the softness of them. You can see the way he hated to part from you, or at least that’s how it seemed. But you know calling him isn’t in the cards. He’s getting married in 3 days and you won’t do that to him.

Jiyong had gotten home that morning, thankfully before his fiancé woke up. She never knew what happened and Jiyong was sure after a few days things could go back to normal. Except for the part where they couldn’t. He kept thinking of you and how your lips felt against his. How your body felt pressed close to his like it once used to be. He remembered the previous summer where you and him were tangled up in the sheets most mornings, light touches, passionate kisses and the way your bodies perfectly melted together in times of intimacy. It’s not the same with the girl he swears he loves.

-

It's the morning of his wedding, Jiyong is staring in the mirror, he should be excited, thrilled even, to marry the love of his life but he can’t stop thinking about you. Wondering what it would be like if you were walking down the aisle to him. Wondering what you would look like in a white dress standing next to him saying ‘I do’.

He glances at his phone on the table beside the bed. Biting his lip he picks it up and chooses the number that you called from two months ago. He sits there as it rings a few times. He considers it fate that you aren’t answering and just as he’s about the put the phone down your voice cuts through on the other end.

“Jiyong?”

“I need to see you,” he blurts out before he can think.

“You’re getting mar-,” you try to say.

“I know, but I need to see you,” his voice is desperate, partially breathless.

“O-ok,” you say surprised.

“You can meet,” you try to speak again.

“No, not in public. I can be there in 15 minutes.” He says waiting on confirmation. Both of your hearts are going at supersonic speed.

“Yeah, ok,” you say anxiety and excitement lacing together in your voice.

-

There’s a knock on your door, and your breathing is all ready shaky. You open the door to see Jiyong, his eyes glazed over, his suit done up. Your heart physically feels like it hurts. He pushes his way into your apartment and as soon as you shut the door he’s trapping you against it.

“Fuck I’ve been thinking about you,” he says breathlessly before kissing you roughly. His hands cup your cheeks and you put your hands on his arms.

“Jiyong,” you breathe but he doesn’t stop, rather he presses his body to yours against the door, his knee spreading your legs. You can’t help but whimper against his lips and he grunts at the noise. He finally pulls away slightly allowing you both to breathe easier, rather than against each other. Both of your lips are swollen and his eyes are full of desire. Desire like what used to be.

“Jiyong,” you start, your tone warning despite your clear desire for him.

“Tell me to leave, tell me right now and I’ll go.” He says searching between your eyes and you open your mouth but the words don’t come out.

“Stay,” is all you can say and he practically swallows the word as he kisses you again.

Your stomach flips at the way his hands start to roam your body, ghosting his hands over places he used to leave marks on. You involuntarily moan and he smirks against your lips.

“Baby,” you whimper as his hands touch your bare stomach under your shirt goosebumps appearing on your soft skin. Jiyong knows in his mind that this is wrong, but his heart tells him its right.

“I want you,” he says against your neck as bites the sensitive flesh.

“What about your fiancé” you ask tentatively and he stops momentarily.

“You tell me to leave at any point and I’m gone,” is all he can say as he cups your cheeks. Part of you wonders what he’s doing, why he’s doing this. He swore he loved her, so why is he here? What more closure does he need? Will it reopen wounds to have him again? You don’t have time to think about it before his hand in on the waist band of your sleep pants, looking at you for consent. You bite your lip as you nod your head and he slowly moves his hand expertly to where you want it most. You gasp as your eyes shut and he smirks at the effect he has on you.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he smirks as he watches your face twist in pleasure from his hand. You brace yourself on his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed by his hands. Your hips lightly start to move, wanting more friction but he withdraws his hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

He chuckles darkly as he kisses you again, his tongue pushing its way past your lips, your taste lingering on it. He picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist and he carries you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on your bed. He rips his tie off and discards his shirt and you bite your lip at the sight of his toned body.

He hovers over top of you kissing you again before slowly making his way down discarding the clothing that covers you. He kisses his way up your thighs, electing a yelp out of you when he bites the sweet and delicate flesh of your inner thigh. You can hear him laugh to himself as he gently licks over it.

Jiyong knows he shouldn’t be here, but he’s too busy reveling in the fact that its so easy to be. It’s not work to be with you, it’s not hard, rather it’s almost too easy. It’s too simple to be here and be around you. It’s too simple to between your legs right this very moment.

You gasp as he comes into contact with your body and you archtoward him. His hand comes down onto your lower stomach and gently pushes your body down.

“Lay still, baby,” he says and goes back to working his tongue expertly. Whines and whimpers fill the bedroom as your hands find his hair and your breathing becomes more erratic.

“Fuck baby,” you breathe out as you both make eye contact and you can’t help but feel the heat coil in your belly. Your eyes screw shut as Jiyong notices the way your body is responding his touch and he picks up the pace, causing you to explode. Your eyes roll back into your head as your toes curl and back arches off the bed, breathing heavily as he doesn’t stop until your physically push him away. Your chest heaves up and down as he kisses his way back up to your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a intimate and sloppy kiss, he teasingly touches you again and your body jerks from the stimulation.

“Stop it,” you giggle as he rests his forehead on yours. You push him off you gently and he lays on his back. Slowly you discard the slacks and boxer’s he’s wearing, taking in the sight of his full body. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight and he smirks.

“You just gonna stare at me?” he teases before you start to tease him with your mouth.

“Oh shit,” he screws his eyes tight and he sucks in a breath. You chuckle at him and before you know it, his noises are now filling the room; moans, whimpers and heavy gasps of air are all music to your ears.

“y/n,” he moans and the sound is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together.

“Fuck that’s new,” he breathes out looking down at you. You make eye contact through your lashes as you work, remembering his body like it was your own. Before long he feels the tight coil in his own stomach, and he’s exploding into your mouth. His body heaves up and down from the intense feeling. The image in front of you, of Jiyong totally drained, legs sprawled out and arms resting on his stomach is one you'll remember. You gently leave open mouth kisses up his torso to his lips, his hands move to your cheek and the back of your neck as he brings you down for a needy and sloppy kiss.

“Do you have protection,” he asks and you nod, reaching over into the beside drawer. You allow him to put it on and he positions you on top.

“Can I tell you something,” he says as he sits up, helping guide your hips.

“Yeah,” you say breathless as your head falls forward on his bare shoulder as your bodies connect together. You both sit like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being one with each other.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, and us, and how life would be if you were the one I was marrying today.” He whispers in your ear. Your eyes grow wide as you suddenly remember he’s getting married; you've been so caught up in the moment you forgot about it momentarily. You also had partially hoped he might have changed his mind after this.

“You’re still gonna do it?” you ask as you slowly roll your hips. He groans against you and kisses shoulder.

“Do what?” You pick your head up from his shoulder, stilling your movements.

“Get married,” you say as you look him in the eyes.

“Oh,” he looks away from your gaze and your feel tears prick your eyes.

“Baby, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you,” he tries to say when he see’s the tears.

“Then what the fuck is this? You’re literally inside of me right now and you’re just gonna,” you stop yourself as you feel the sobs coming. Rather than have the conversation now, you push him down against the bed and take the time to really be with him. If he’s going to leave you, you may as well enjoy what little bit of time you have left.

It’s slow, passionate and careful. He takes his time and so do you, your hands on his chest to help you balance and his hands remain on your hips. He switches positions to be on top, lacing your fingers together in an intimate way that says how he feels about you, that isn't some random fuck for him. The sweet rocking of his body is slow like he’s savoring you, the way you feel, look, sound and even taste. As the two of you reach your final highs, its erotic, the way it sounds when you both do it together. This isn't a goodbye, this is an ‘I love you’.

 He slowly gets up after catching his breath, locking his lips to yours passionately before getting up to put his suit back on.

You watch him, shaking your head in disapproval. He catches a glimpse of you in the full-length mirror in your room and he looks at you.

“Don’t do that,” he mumbles.

“Why not,” you ask, a tinge of pain behind your voice. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. He doesn't answer you.

“You don’t love her, Jiyong.” Your voice is determined, knowing and slightly weak from trying to choke back emotion.

“You can’t tell me who I do or don’t love.”

“The hell I can’t. If you loved her, you wouldn’t even be here. You wouldn’t of just made love to me.” You stand up and walk over to him, meeting his guilt filled gaze.

"I know you, and I remember quite vividly how we used to be, and it was never like that, not even when things were the best between us. It was never that," you pause for a moment, "intimate." He looks at you longingly, like he knows what you mean but won't bring himself to confirm it. You don't need him to though.

“Don’t go to her, you know you don’t want to,” you whisper as you cup his cheeks.

“I have to,” he says quietly, not looking back at you.

“Says who? You? Her?” you search his eyes and he sighs.

“I made a commitment.”

“Ok, so you were wrong.” You say gently.

“Y/n, I have to marry her,” he says pointedly.

“But why, I know you love me, I know you want to be with me.” Your voice is pleading and almost begging; you can’t let it go. Not without understanding why.

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck.

“She’s dying.”

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꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝒥𝔲𝐬𝑡 ) ／ㅤ𝔘𝓼ᆞᆞᆞ𝔉𝓸𝓇𝑒𝔳𝔢𝒓.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝑌𝑢𝑛𝒉𝑜, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 (4𝑦), 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡), 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑, 𝑌𝑢𝑛𝒉𝑜 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠—𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛.

Summer had just ended when you moved with your parents to a private neighborhood—again. A quiet place, with pristine streets, neighbors walking their dogs, elderly folks jogging, and houses that all looked eerily similar. It wasn’t the most exciting place in the world, but at least you had your own space, and the university wasn’t as far away as the others had been. Not bad.

Your parents, on the other hand, seemed thrilled about this so-called “fresh start” and, as expected, wasted no time striking up conversations with some of the neighbors.

That’s how you met him.

At first, it was just a few glances from the corner of your eye as you hauled heavy boxes from the trunk of the car. He was tall, dressed in a neatly pressed shirt, with a calm expression as he spoke to your parents at the entrance. You wouldn’t have paid much attention to him—until you heard him call your name.

“You must be [...], right?”

When you looked up and straightened, Yunho was already in front of you, wearing a... friendly smile. There was something about him—a natural confidence that made anyone lower their guard the moment they saw him.

“I’m Yunho. Jeong Yunho. I live a few houses down... Your parents mentioned you’ll be starting university soon.”

His tone was warm, too gentle, too sweet—perfect. He wasn’t giving you a single reason to be suspicious of him, was he?

Moving had never been an issue for you. Or at least, it had never affected you as much as it did now.

Maybe it was because this time, it wasn’t just about changing houses—it was an entirely different environment. A new university. Strange people. Going from the city to a private neighborhood with spotless streets, picture-perfect houses, and neighbors who seemed to live flawless lives gave you a weird feeling. Like everything was too... organized.

Too controlled. Or rather, too perfect. Almost stupidly dreamlike.

Yunho was one of the first people to welcome you. Or, more accurately, to show up at your door the day after helping you haul what felt like a thousand boxes into your new place.

You remembered it clearly. His soft voice, his polite tone, the way your parents thanked him for offering to help you get settled. It was a simple gesture, but from that day on, he never really left your side.

You still recalled the faint creak of the fence pulling you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, there he was, leaning against the wooden frame, his expression relaxed as he watched you.

“Heey, more boxes? Need a hand with that?”

His voice was calm, like he wasn’t expecting a no.

You blinked a couple of times before glancing down at the boxes in your hands—the last ones left to take up to your room. They weren’t heavy, but after so many trips back and forth, your body was starting to feel it.

“Nah, don’t worry… It’s not much. Just my room stuff, a couple of wooden shelves,” you replied, but he was already walking toward you.

By the time you thought of refusing, he had already taken one of the boxes with ease. His fingers brushed against yours in the process, but he either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care.

“You could use an extra pair of hands anyway. You look like Bambi trying to walk,” he said with a small laugh, flashing a sweet smile.

You didn’t argue. You couldn’t. Somehow, when Yunho spoke in that effortlessly casual way, it was hard to contradict him. Like he knew exactly how to make you melt, what words to use to make you say yes without a second thought.

You followed him upstairs, and as he set the box down on your bed, he glanced around the room with a neutral expression—almost like he was assessing it. Judging it, you thought.

“Have you settled in well? Feeling comfortable yet?” he asked casually, his gaze trailing over the still-unopened boxes.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s quiet, but I haven’t met many people yet.”

“Well... at least you know me now. That should be enough, right?”

His tone was light, playful, but the way his eyes lingered on yours for just a second too long made something stir in your chest.

“I suppose so,” you replied.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. Yunho didn’t make you nervous—not in the way someone dangerous would. There was something about him that made him too easy to be around, too easy to follow along with.

The silence between you both was only broken by small, nervous smiles and the quiet exhales you let out through your nose.

“You know, your mom invited me over for tea the other day,” he said suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You frowned slightly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah... We talked a little. She said she wanted me to look out for you.” He smiled slightly, though his eyes seemed to be watching your every reaction as he chuckled.

“And what did you say?”

“The truth,” he shrugged. “That I’d always keep an eye on you. Even if she hadn’t asked.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just let out a short laugh.

“You make it sound like I’m a little kid.”

“Nah, not exactly.” Yunho tilted his head slightly, his smile barely there. “...But you are younger than me. And you just moved in. It’s normal for someone to look out for you a bit.”

Something about the way he said it sent a strange feeling down your spine, but before you could reply, he had already changed the subject.

“So… got any plans for today?”

“Nothing special. Just lying on the floor and pretending I’m organizing my stuff.”

“That’s... charming. How about we take a walk instead? I can show you around.”

His proposal was direct, without a single hint of hesitation. In fact, it sounded more like a plan than a suggestion.

There was no reason to say no. It made sense to get to know the neighborhood, and if anyone could show you around, it was him. Him.

You nodded. Yunho smiled, though for just a second, his eyes darkened.

“Good.”

You couldn't say it was annoying. Yunho wasn’t overbearing, he wasn’t intrusive, but somehow, his presence was constant—too much so.

If you went outside to take out the trash, he was in his garden.

If you came back from university, you’d see him leaning against his fence, smoking with a calm expression.

If your mother hosted a dinner with the neighbors, he was there, chatting with her as if they had known each other for years.

That was fine, wasn’t it? It was normal for a neighbor to try to be friendly, especially when you were new to the area.

But then… the little things started happening.

At first, you only noticed that he seemed to know more than he should—things you had never told him.

"Saw you leaving early today. Literature again?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah… how did you know?"

"You looked sleepier than usual. It was the same for me when I had that class. Always so boring."

Small details. Nothing that should really worry you. But then he started showing up in places you didn’t expect.

One time, after a particularly exhausting day, you decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.

Just to clear your head. You hadn’t gone far when you felt a presence behind you, making you lower the volume of your music and take out one of your earbuds.

"Oh, out for a walk? That’s a surprise." His voice startled you.

You turned your head and saw him there, one hand in his pocket while the other toyed with his keys, his usual lighthearted smile in place.

"Ah, yeah… Were you walking around too?"

"Something like that. I live close by and figured I’d take out the trash before it got too late." He shrugged, as if that was enough of an explanation.

And, in theory, it was. But the way he kept appearing whenever you were alone started to feel less like a coincidence and more like… something else.

Something too frequent, less like fate—more like… being watched?

After that night, you convinced yourself you were overthinking things. Until the café incident.

One morning, before your only class at university, you were at a café, looking at the menu when a familiar voice interrupted you.

"You didn’t ask, but I’d recommend the Americano. I remember you like really sweet things, right?"

You turned abruptly. Yunho was there, phone in hand and a cup of black coffee in the other, his expression completely at ease.

"Yunho? Wow… heh. What are you doing here?"

"Well, getting myself a coffee? I work nearby, and when I’ve got too much on my plate, I come here for a little energy boost."

There was no point arguing about it. It was a public café, after all.

But as you placed your order, something about his comment stuck with you.

‘I remember you like really sweet things, right?’

You had never told him that.

You couldn’t recall mentioning it in any conversation. Not even during dinners at home with your parents.

And yet, he knew.

Maybe you had talked too much about your preferences at some point.

Maybe Yunho was just observant.

Maybe…

Maybe you were imagining things, and your mother had simply mentioned it to him.

You didn’t want to overthink it. After all, Yunho hadn’t done anything truly strange—at least, not yet. He had never crossed a line or said anything that made you feel directly uncomfortable.

He was just a very attentive guy. A friend who was there when you needed him.

But then you started noticing more things.

No matter what time you left the house, he always seemed to know exactly when you’d be passing by. Like that time when you finished classes later than usual and, as you got off the bus, you saw him waiting inside his car.

"What are you doing here so late?" you asked, gripping the strap of your backpack tighter than necessary.

"Huh? I stopped by the store on the corner, and that’s when I saw you get off the bus," he replied naturally. "Want a ride home? I think it’s going to rain soon."

You hesitated for a second.

It wasn’t uncomfortable to go with him. In fact, it seemed like a kind gesture. He had said it in such a calm voice, always with something interesting to say, and somehow, his presence was… soothing.

But what worried you most wasn’t how he made you feel when he was with you. It was the lingering sensation afterward. As if his presence never really faded, even when he wasn’t around.

Like the lingering warmth of a hand on your skin—you could still feel it long after it was gone.

You accepted the ride that time. And then again. And again. Before you knew it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had walked home alone.

Things settled down for a while. You still saw him, but the visits and conversations became less frequent. You assumed it was because of his job, which was… a little strange? There were nights when he came home really late, sometimes past 4 a.m., looking slightly disheveled—his hair messy, his suit and shirt somewhat wrinkled.

Hmm…

Anyway… then there was another—yet another—somewhat ‘comical’ situation. Something about your phone, which had gone missing for nearly a day.

One morning, while searching for it at the bus stop, Yunho rolled down his car window, watching you.

"Looking for something?" he asked with his usual smile, holding up your phone.

Your stomach twisted.

"What. Where did you find it?"

"It was near your mailbox. I think you dropped it when you got out of my car. Your mom called me to give it to me so I could hand it back to you."

You took it with a quiet thank you, but as you checked your notifications, something stopped you.

There was a recent call in your log.

Emergency call—1 minute ago.

Your skin prickled.

You didn’t remember dialing an emergency number. You didn’t even have one saved.

You didn’t say anything, but the thought stuck with you all day.

Was it an accident? Had your mom tried to call you?

Or had Yunho checked your phone before giving it back?

The worst part was that, even if you wanted to suspect something, you couldn’t say it out loud. You couldn’t suddenly raise suspicions. There were… no real proofs.

Because Yunho had only returned your phone.

He had only been kind. As always.

As always.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ──

A few days after that incident, you tried to go on with your routine as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to obsess over something that, in theory, didn’t make sense. Maybe you had accidentally dialed the emergency number…? Maybe Yunho really had gone to your mother to return your phone. Maybe…

Maybe… perhaps… it was all just a string of oddly coincidental events. That is, if it weren’t for the fact that his visits and conversations started increasing again—too much. It felt like he was practically living with you and your parents.

Because, seriously—God. No matter what time you left or came home, Yunho always seemed to be there. Like that time you went to the small supermarket on the corner, and as you turned past a house, there he was, holding a plastic bag with some bathroom disinfectants.

"Out again? What a surprise," he teased with a smile.

Or that time, just a day after you had casually mentioned how much you liked certain sweets that were hard to find, they suddenly appeared in your mailbox.

With a note: "Thought you’d like these. I spent so much on them, but they’re worth it. Enjoy."

There was no way he could have found them without searching through several expensive stores.

And then… there was the phantom clothing incident—at least, that’s what you decided to call it.

One morning, as you went to grab a hoodie from the basket of freshly washed clothes, you noticed it was missing.

You didn’t think much of it—until later that day, when you were heading out for a quick walk and, from a distance, you spotted Yunho on the street. He was wearing something strangely familiar—a gray hoodie, identical to yours. Too identical.

You wanted to ask him about it, but you felt ridiculous. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe he had owned it for a long time.

Everything was just a bunch of fucking coincidences.

So when Yunho invited your family over for dinner at his place, you didn’t have an excuse to refuse.

"It’s nothing formal," he said in that ever-charming tone of his. "I just… well, I wanted to thank you all for being so good to me. You’re like parents to me, and... [...] is like my little brother."

Your parents agreed without a second thought. They always spoke so highly of him—saying he was hardworking, kind, a young man with a bright future ahead. You didn’t mind going, but you weren’t exactly thrilled, either.

Because deep down, you knew: the more time you spent around Yunho, the harder it became to ignore that faint tingle of unease at the back of your neck.

And then, the night of the dinner arrived—in the blink of an eye.

A few minutes before leaving, you decided to take a quick shower. The warm water cascaded over your skin, easing the tension in your muscles, quieting your thoughts. The way it fell over your ears muted all outside noise, making it impossible to be distracted. You closed your eyes, reveling in the stillness of the bathroom.

For the first time in days, you finally felt like yourself again.

No worries.

No nagging questions.

No frustration.

Until you heard it.

Once. Then again. And again.

A continuous, sharp, but subtle noise.

Click.

Your body went rigid.

It was a small sound, but unmistakable.

You hastily wiped the remaining soap from your face, blinked, and turned toward the fogged-up window. Through the blurred glass, you saw nothing but the silhouettes of trees and the fading evening light.

You waited.

Hoping—praying—to see someone. To catch the faint glow of a red recording light.

... Nothing.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you yanked the curtain shut and rushed to finish up. You didn’t want to stay there a second longer—not when you knew someone was waiting for you to turn around.

You took a shaky breath and forced yourself through the rest of your shower—though every second felt like an agonizing eternity.

Wrapped in a towel, you made your way to your bedroom window. Outside, the street looked as peaceful as ever. Normal. Calm.

Everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

... But the unease in your chest didn’t fade.

Because if you really had heard the sound of a camera—

Who was there to take the picture?

No one knew your bathroom had a window facing the houses in the back.

No one.

Yeah. No one.

Anyway. The lingering mix of curiosity and unease didn’t fade, not even as you got dressed and made your way downstairs to join your parents.

"Took you long enough, did something happen, sweetheart?" your mother asked with a faint smile as she adjusted the collar of her blouse. "We didn’t want to leave without you."

Your father simply slipped on his coat and grabbed the car keys.

"Let’s go. I’ve been looking forward to that turkey Yunho promised me."

You said nothing as you got into the car. The uneasiness still weighed heavy on your chest, but you knew you couldn’t mention it without sounding paranoid. Or… insane.

What were you supposed to say? "I think someone was taking pictures of me while I was in the shower."

No. It sounded ridiculous.

And yet, as your father drove through the neighborhood, your gaze kept flickering toward the street, searching for something—anything—out of place. A shift in the bushes. A shadow where there shouldn’t be one. A glint of light from a camera flash.

Something to prove you weren’t imagining things.

But the street looked… normal. Cars coming and going. Kids playing, elders chatting. Normal.

Since Yunho lived nearby, the drive barely lasted a minute. When you arrived, his house was warmly lit, the glow from the windows casting an inviting hue over the façade. It was a surprisingly elegant home—bigger than one would expect for someone who lived alone and seemingly did nothing but work.

The door opened before your father got out of the car.

"Hey! You actually came. Welcome!" Yunho greeted, flashing a bright smile. He was dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and dark slacks, making him look even taller—more put together. Had he just gotten off work?

"Thank you for having us, Yunho. Your home is… lovely," your mother said warmly as she stepped out of the car.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Han." He gestured for you all to come inside.

The interior was just as pristine as you had imagined—everything in its place, not a single object out of order. Very minimalistic. You liked that. Though it felt less like a home and more like something out of a magazine.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Yunho said as he grabbed a couple of wine glasses and a bottle. "Hope you came hungry. I practically made a buffet."

Dinner was… perfect. Almost too perfect.

Every dish looked professionally crafted, each flavor rich and refined. The atmosphere was comfortable. The wine was expensive. And Yunho made sure the conversation never dulled. He talked about work, how he had bought the house a few years ago, how well things were going for him.

Your parents were charmed.

"That’s so brave of you, dear," your mother said, sounding almost proud. "I can’t imagine someone my son’s age living alone in a place this… new."

Yunho smiled, then—slowly—his gaze landed on you.

"Well, some people have to face the world early and learn to grow up fast. Besides… I think, after all this time, life has finally rewarded me with something truly… beautiful."

Your fingers tightened around your napkin.

You knew it was meant as a compliment.

To your parents, it sounded like one.

But the way he said it… the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long…

That wasn’t normal. Not from someone who swore he saw you as his little brother.

Your eyes darted away from him, scanning the room instead—anything to distract yourself. And then, you saw it.

Beneath the television, on a small shelf, sat a camera.

A professional camera. With a large lens.

Its position was perfect.

From there, if the camera was turned on, it could capture a direct view of your house.

Your room.

"Everything okay, [...]?" Yunho asked, resting his chin on his hand, eyes locked on you. Your parents were looking, too.

You didn’t know what to say.

You just gripped your napkin a little tighter—trying to ignore the creeping realization that maybe… just maybe…

The fabric between your fingers wasn’t the only thing Yunho wanted you to feel.

Dinner continued through dessert without incident, though it was hard for you to focus on the conversation. Every time Yunho spoke, every time he laughed with your parents, every time his gaze flickered toward you between sips of wine, it felt like something invisible was tightening around your throat.

The camera was still there. It hadn’t moved an inch, but its presence weighed on you.

You tried to ignore it. You didn’t want to obsess. You didn’t want to think about the faint click you had heard outside your room while you were in the shower. You didn’t want to imagine that lens pointing at your window—possibly more than once. Possibly while you were sleeping.

But Yunho knew.

You realized it when, in a fleeting moment, his fingers brushed against yours as he passed you a plate. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear.

"You’re awfully quiet tonight. Something wrong, mmh?"

You froze.

It was a simple, harmless question. But his tone wasn’t. Neither was the way his eyes darkened, subtly shifting.

It was as if he was reminding you that he noticed everything. That he knew exactly what was running through your mind.

"Just… a little tired," you murmured, pulling your hand away and avoiding his gaze.

Yunho only smirked.

After the lavish spread of desserts, the conversation carried on between him and your parents. You barely spoke. Your mind was too busy piecing together everything that had happened in the last few days.

And then, your mother glanced at her watch and slowly got to her feet.

"It’s been a wonderful evening… but I think it’s time we head out. We’re so sorry, dear. We have work early in the morning, and someone has to go to university."

Your father nodded, thanking Yunho once again for the meal.

"You’re always welcome at our home."

"I’d love that," Yunho replied, all warmth and charm—so harmless, so polite. "Maybe… this weekend? I’ll let you know."

Your parents seemed delighted by the idea.

You, on the other hand, felt uneasy at how effortlessly Yunho was sliding back into their lives.

As he saw them to the door, his attention shifted back to you—just for a second.

"See you soon, [...]."

It didn’t sound like a suggestion. Or a farewell.

It sounded like a fact.

"See you soon..."

For the first time, you weren’t sure if it was a promise… or a threat.

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'strategy' - a mini smau series by @liliesformingi

“Hey, boy, I'ma getcha, I'ma get you real good and I bet ya. Hey, boy, once I getcha, you'll be, oh, so glad that I met ya.” - ‘Strategy’ by TWICE

Soccer player!Song Mingi x Ballerina!Reader

Outline: Song Mingi and his friends are on exchange to participate in a soccer tournament against your school, and you have exactly two weeks to make him yours. Little do you know, his friends have the exact same strategy. Author’s note: My very first skzteez series! I’m so excited for you to read this, it’s meant to be super silly and lighthearted. Partially inspired by my (failed) attempt to rizz up a Japanese exchange student (turns out he had a long-term girlfriend of four years). Trust though, this time my strategy will be successful!

Navigation:

Character profiles Step 1: Do my highlight, make me shine so bright in the moonlight. Step 2: Silhoette tight, baby even my shadow looks good, right? Step 3: When I arrive, make you look my way with your heart eyes. Step 4: Get you on the floor, make you say more, more more! Step 5: You'll be oh so glad that I met ya!

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When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 18]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

"B-But sir!" The male shakily raised a finger to try and object but when Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at him, he immediately stopped, gulping in fear. If the other employees saw the boss of the rental company like this, they would have lost all respect for him.

"You dare raise the rental of buildings in my area without telling me? Did you seriously think you could do whatever you liked?" Hongjoong crossed his legs.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The landlord begged on his knees, in fear for his life. But Hongjoong knew these landlords too well.

"You're going to return the rates back to what it was, you're going to give me all the profits you have made so far." Hongjoong listed.

"B-But-" The male stuttered

"I'm not finished. Your cut of the rental has now been lowered. I let you manage any building in my territory, let you make profits of MY buildings. And you do this." He tilted his head.

"If you can't manage it, I can just give the responsibility to someone else." Hongjoong shrugged.

"No, sir! Please don't, I will do whatever you want. I apologise, it will never happen again." The male bowed deeply.

"You better hope so. I don't usually give second chances. People that try to pull stunts with me never live long enough to regret it." Hongjoong grabbed the guy's tie, pulling him forward.

Hongjoong was beyond angry and everyone in the room could see it. It happened yesterday, when you casually mentioned that the landlord has been increasing your store's rental. Hongjoong immediately knew the landlord was pocketing the profit and no one gets away with doing that.

"Yes, sir." The male nodded his head shakily and Hongjoong shoved him back, making him fall back.

"Let's go." Hongjoong stood up and one of his men opened the door for him. He walked out of the building with his men following behind, all the way to their cars.

"Go back. I have somewhere to be." Hongjoong said.

"Sir." The driver handed Hongjoong the keys to the Rolls Royce and the men all piled in the working van.

"Here we are." Hongjoong stopped outside your store, parking the car. As usual, there were some people stopping to stare at Hongjoong's car but he was used to it.

"(y/n)? Are you here? Hello~" Hongjoong stepped into your store, closing the door behind him, a pep in his step.

"(y/n)?" He called out again when there was no reply.

"Hongjoong! What are you doing here? Didn't you see the sign? I'm actually closed today." You popped up from behind the working counter. Hongjoong stopped and blinked, shaking his head. He didn't even see the sign, he just came in through the door.

"Oh, no. I didn't see the sign, didn't notice it at all. Sorry." Hongjoong rubbed the back of her neck.

"No worries, I guess I shouldn't have left the door open. What do you need?" You giggled, gesturing for him to sit in the usual seat.

"Nothing, actually. I was... Uh... Just in the area doing some work and dropped by." He informed, gratefully receiving the cold brew tea you handed to him.

"Ah, I see. I hope your meeting went well then." You smiled.

"Wait, why are you closed today?" Hongjoong asked, taking a sip of the refreshing cold tea.

"I'm preparing for my big event so I don't really have time to tend to customers or prepare orders. I have multiple deliveries coming in today." You informed as you walked around.

"That makes sense. So you're working on your event stuff today?" You nodded your head.

"Yeah, that's my main focus. My friends are coming in tonight to help me work through the others stuff that I can't finish in the day. Then I'll go to the event tomorrow to finish setting up there so I have to make sure I have everything I need. It seems like quite a big event so there's a lot to do." You said.

"Oh! The event is tomorrow? Do you... happen to know where it is?" Hongjoong questioned.

"Actually, no. The organiser is rather secretive so I think it's a high profile event. They even sending people and vans over to transport me, the flowers and all that over to the event." You shrugged.

"Wow, that's something. But you'll do well, your floral arrangements are always pretty." He complimented.

"Thank you, Hongjoong..." You coughed to hide your embarrassment.

"Do you want to have lunch together? I can order in. Or if you're busy, I'll leave you alone. I bet you have a lot to get done, I don't want to be in your way." He said.

"No, it's fine. I have to eat too to fuel me, don't I? Sure, just order whatever. I'll eat anything." You chuckled.

"No, no. Come look." Hongjoong set up his iPad and pulled up the delivery food page.

"Ugh, just pick for me. I'm busy~" You threw your head back with a groan. Hongjoong snickered, knowing he successfully managed to annoy you. Since you were busy walking around, Hongjoong picked a sandwich and some .

"Go, do your stuff. I'll get the food when it arrives." Hongjoong playfully waved you off. You chuckled and nodded, refilling his cold tea before continuing your work.

"Also, let me know how much lunch is. We'll split it, 50/50." You said to him.

"No, no. I'm the one here, bothering you while you work. It's a treat from me." Hongjoong replied.

"You always say that and don't let me pay!" You protested. Hongjoong ignored you and worked on his iPad quietly. Did he have a dozen offices to work in? Yes. But he preferred to work here.

"Delivery!"

"I'll get it!" Hongjoong stood up before you could go to the door. He paid the delivery boy and brought the bags of food in.

"You ordered so much food, Hongjoong!" You exclaimed in shock when you saw him bringing in the bags that were filled with containers. You moved your things aside.

"You told me to choose. I'm indecisive." Hongjoong shrugged as you took the bags and laid the containers out on the table. Since you were going to sit and eat, you decided to use the time to work on the revised designs for the flower stands that would go at the entrance and the bouquet that would go on each table.

"Eat first, work later.." Hongjoong said, putting his hand over the iPad screen to cover it.

"I am eating. See?" You held up your half of the chicken sandwich and even took a bite to prove a point. Hongjoong took the drink out for you and put the straw in it.

"What drink did you order me?" You asked.

"Strawberry lemonade. It's Seonghwa's favourite here." He replied, taking his coffee out.

"He has good taste." You nodded in approval after taking a sip. Hongjoong chuckled and ate a bite of his own pasta, reading his emails. Suddenly, your hand came in front of his iPad.

"Eat first, work later." You repeated his words back to him. Hongjoong jokingly rolled his eyes and moved his iPad aside.

"Fine." He grumbled.

After lunch, Hongjoong quietly worked, not wanting to disturb you anymore but you did engage in conversation with him from time to time. And he helped you organise the deliveries.

"Thanks for your help." You straightened your back after the both of you hauled in another box of flowers.

"Don't mention it. You would have seriously hurt your back if you did all that on your own." Hongjoong let out a huff, pulling the box away from the walkway so no one would trip. His phone buzzed on the table and he checked it.

"Sorry, looks like I have to go. Work stuff to attend to, Seonghwa's pissed." Hongjoong sighed, sending you an apologetic look as he packed up his things.

"Mmm, don't apologise. You've helped a lot despite having to do work. Hope Seonghwa doesn't grill you too hard." You giggled.

"He won't." Hongjoong chuckled.

"Thank you for all your help." You said as you walked with him to the door. Too bad, you didn't see your group of friends approaching the store. They stopped in their tracks, as did you and Hongjoong.

"Uh... What's going on here?" Nana tilted his head with a smirk. Eve sent you a little wave.

"Nevermind them. Have a great night, Hongjoong." You turned to the male. Hongjoong nodded and waved to you.

"See you around." He met eyes with your friends before heading to his car. Their eyes followed him, widening slightly at the Rolls Royce that he was driving.

"Damn, (y/n). You have a lot of explaining to do." Hyunwoo whistled, making you roll your eyes.

"He's just a friend. He was in the area and dropped by to help me handle the deliveries. There's nothing else to explain to you guys." You said as you walked back into the shop with them trailing behind you. Jihoon lagged behind the group, turning to watch Hongjoong drive off in his car.

"Alright, these are the assignments for tonight. Arrange the flowers like these and the ribbons will go here." You instructed, putting a picture of the bouquets on the table.

"Yes, boss!" Your friends saluted.

"If there are any questions, let me know. Thanks again for helping me." You smiled softly.

"No need to thank us. We wouldn't have let you do all this on your own too." Jihoon squeezed your shoulder with a smile, the rest nodded in agreement.

"Let's get started!" Hyunwoo fist pumped.

"So, you and that guy." Nana nudged you. Eve giggled and leaned in to listen to you.

"That guy's name is Hongjoong. And like I said, just friends. Nothing else." You sighed, cutting the stems of the flowers as the two arranged them into the table setting.

"He's handsome though. You should go for him." Eve said and Nana nodded her head.

"I'm way out of his league. I mean, I only know him because he's Mrs Kim's son and I practically work for his family. That's probably all he sees me as... a friend, someone who knew his mother, someone who works as his gardener." You shrugged.

"Oh, you sweet naive child." Your friends teased. You tilted your head in confusion but they just snickered to themselves. You gave them disapproving looks and continued your task.

"Alright, no more teasing her." Jihoon came to defend you, trying to sound playful.

"Yeah! What Jihoon said." You crossed your arms with a small pout.

"Slowpokes, if we're gonna get any sleep tonight, we better work faster." Hyunwoo said, a bunch of flowers in his hands. He was in charge of picking the flowers from the bucket for each bouquet.

"Hyunwoo's right." You hummed and went back to trimming the stalks off the flowers.

Although as you worked, all you could think about was what your friends said. It didn't matter if you felt anything more for Hongjoong, you were so different from him.

"Where should I put these?" Jihoon's voice broke your train of thought. He carried the acrylic flower stands over.

"Just near the entrance would do. I'll put the bouquets on top of them at the venue itself." You pointed. He nodded and moved the stands. Jihoon had wrapped the stands in decorative wrapping and added a big bow right in front. The designs were over the top since they were to go at the entranceways.

"Let me help with that now. Tell me where I should be cutting." He grabbed a pair of pruning sheares to help you cut the access stalks off the bottom of the flowers.

"Here is about good." You held the flowers out to him to demonstrate the ideal height.

"Is this okay?" Eve asked, showing you the flowers that she arranged according to the design in the picture you gave her.

"That's great. Since Jihoon is trimming the stalks, I can start decorating them and wrapping them up." You said, putting your pruning sheares away.

"How are you transporting all this over to the venue?" Nana asked as she put together the bouquet.

"The organiser is sending a few vans and movers over. They apparently have people there to help set up." You informed.

"Honestly, that sounds a little suspicious... Why are they being so secretive about it? Are you sure this event is legit and everything?" She frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, it is legit. They sent over documentation and everything. Plus, they already paid so even if it was a sham... I wouldn't be too bothered with it, I think. It could just be a high profile event." You scratched your head.

"Maybe one of us should tag along with you. You know... Just in case." Eve suggested. Jihoon and Hyunwoo nodded in agreement.

"I'm not going to get kidnapped or anything." You threw your head back in laughter.

"(y/n), this is serious." Hyunwoo said.

"I knowwwww. But trust me, I'll be fine, I'll keep you guys updated regularly throughout the thing, okay? I promise." You held your hand up to swear to them.

"You better come back from this event with all fingers, toes and unharmed." Nana crossed her arms.

-

When Hongjoong arrived back, Seonghwa came out from the dining room with a stack of folders.

"Where's Yunho? I need to ask him something." He asked.

"I think he just went to bed, came back from a race. I told all the boys to cancel late night plans with the gala happening tomorrow. We don't need anyone in the hospital or showing up with a busted face." Seonghwa said. Hongjoong nodded in agreement and walked into his office with Seonghwa behind him.

"So... How was the issue with your landlords?" Seonghwa questioned, leaning against Hongjoong's desk.

"Settled. Luckily (y/n) mentioned to me that the rental has been increasing or else I wouldn't have known. Guy thinks he could pull a fast one on me." Hongjoong growled.

"Are you ever going to tell her? That you own the building she works and lives at?" Seonghwa asked.

"Not right now. I have other things to deal with. For this to have happened, it means I'm too distracted." Hongjoong sighed.

"You're always working hard anyway. So what did you do? Kill the guy?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. He knew Hongjoong's temper, especially when he gets backstabbed and/or betrayed.

"No. If I kill him and send another landlord, (y/n) will get suspicious. I really wanted to though." Hongjoong said.

"I know. Anyway, this is for you. Jongho said you wanted it." Seonghwa passed over the stack of folders that he had been carrying. Hongjoong nodded and opened the first folder on top, letting Seonghwa peeked over to see.

"You got background checks on (y/n)'s friends?" Seonghwa asked, recognising a picture of one of the girls that you were with at the racetracks the other night.

"I bumped into them earlier and I just want to make sure they don't recognise me or are a threat." The captain explained.

"This guy was giving me looks. I wanted to make sure he didn't know who I was." He pointed to Jihoon's picture.

"Or, you're a mysterious guy who is talking to one of his female friends and he's protective." Seonghwa suggested. Hongjoong sent him a look.

"Or he could have a crush on (y/n) and sees you as competition." Seonghwa stated directly with a shrug. Hongjoong's eyes widened but he regained composure and cleared his throat.

"That's impossible. And (y/n)'s not some prize that you win. It's demeaning to refer to her as such." Hongjoong said.

"Sure. That's the issue... Anyway even if it was really a competition, Jihoon has you beat." Seonghwa teased.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Hongjoong frowned. Seonghwa was mentally snickering, knowing exactly what he has done to Hongjoong.

"Look, Joong. You want me to be real with you. Firstly, Jihoon has known (y/n) longer. From what I saw at the bar the first time, he is protective of her and she's comfortable around him to be vulnerable, they're close. And honestly, you've been pretty mean to (y/n). Even if you do apologise and make up after." Seonghwa said.

"That's all based on your theories and assumptions, Hwa. Interesting but all assumptions." Hongjoong said, looking disinterested by turning on his computer to check his messages.

"I'm not wrong, Hongjoong." Seonghwa laughed.

"Whatever. Don't bother me, I need to work since we'll be busy with the gala tomorrow!" Hongjoong waved Seonghwa off.

"Goodnight. By the way, I left the new contracts there for you to sign. Get them back to me tomorrow, we'll be seeing partners at the gala." Seonghwa informed.

"Sure." Hongjoong nodded. Once Seonghwa left, Hongjoong began to look through the contracts.

"You've been pretty mean to (y/n)."

All of Seonghwa's words from earlier were constantly replaying in Hongjoong's head and honestly, it stirred up a lot of different emotions in him like anger, guilt, envy and jealousy.

"Ugh..." Hongjoong groaned and went to get himself a whiskey to stop himself from being so distracted.

Hongjoong already felt enough guilt whenever he did something to hurt you. He doesn't feel these emotions regularly, he kills without mercy, he runs the gang ruthlessly with toughness because as the captain, he cannot show any weakness.

"This is too complicated." Hongjoong rubbed his temples. He has never felt so many feelings altogether at once and he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Hyung? You're still awake?" Mingi poked his head into Hongjoong's office.

"Yes, why are you awake? Didn't Seonghwa set a curfew?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at the taller male, his outfit showing he was out.

"It's called sneaking out, hyung~" Mingi sang.

"Uh huh... I'm sure he won't be pleased to hear that." Hongjoong nodded. Mingi scoffed and came into Hongjoong's office, curiously looking at all the paperwork that was strewn everywhere.

"Lighten up, hyung! The gala is tomorrow. You look so gloomy and I could hear you sighing from the hallway earlier." Mingi chuckled.

"I know, that's why I have work to do, Mingi ah. I will be too busy with the gala tomorrow and I cannot afford to be distracted right now." Hongjoong said.

"Do you need help?" Mingi asked.

"No, you're too intoxicated right now to be looking over any official documents. And besides, even if you were sober, I don't even think you've completed your own work." Hongjoong blinked. Mingi rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that the captain saw through him. With a salute, he headed for the door.

"Do all this then have fun tomorrow, okay hyung?" Mingi said as a final statement before he left Hongjoong's office.

"Have fun.." Hongjoong repeated. Luckily, Mingi wasn't nosy enough to look through the folders that had the profiles of your friends. Hongjoong gathered those up

"Competition, huh?" He took one last look at Jihoon's profile and put the entire stack in his drawer, closing it after.

~

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[nightmare-niko]

Over Thinking Us [Jung wooyoung X reader]

Word count: 1,249

Warnings: gets a little steamy at the end-- but no smut!!

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A/n: I'm a sucker for best friends to lovers

You send yet another text to your best Friend, Wooyoung. You had just gotten home from work about half an hour ago, and you hadn't heard from him all that time. His radio silence didn't bother you, he was a busy man. You were busy too, so you didn't mind. That didn’t mean you were going to stop sending him every funny post that was showing up on your feed.

Silently, you went around your house, getting ready for bed. Once you made it to your bed you had realized just how tired you were. Excitedly, you Kick off your slippers and get into your comfortable sheets.

You get only a few moments of trying to relax before three loud knocks. Sound from your Front door.

"Who the hell?" You mutter to yourself — you don't make moves to see who's at your door. Your phone begins to vibrate as an incoming FaceTime call flashes on your screen. "What do you want — are you outside my door?!"

Wooyoung’s laugh can be heard both from your cell phone and in person. You hang up the phone and rush to open the door. Socked feet padding gently on the hardwood floor.

You swing open your door, "What the hell are you doing here so late?!?” Wooyoung walks right passed you and Into your nome, kicking off his boots. "I have off for the weekend” " Оkау...?”

"I'm sleeping over,��� He says, matter of factly.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Says who?”

"Says me now come on I brought Snacks,” He grabs your hand and leads you back into your bedroom.

“I've been texting you, you know...”

"Yeah I Know, I was busy today.”

You hadn’t noticed When you opened the door, but now that you're taking the time to look — he's in his pajamas, and he brought a backpack! It was honestly quite cute that he knew you'd both be awake at this time and willing to host him.

"Well, you have to watch the tiktoks I've sent you," You return to your soft warm sheet’s.

Wooyoung scoffs, "Yeah I know, I've been Ignoring them all day waiting to watch before bed.”

True to his word, the two of you lay next to each other watching tiktoks You loved nights like this with Wooyoung— to be honest most of your hangouts looked like this in some sort. You loved doing nothing together, With your head comfortably or Wooyoungs shoulder you continued to look through your phone. The combination of his shampoo and his cologne made your head spin. Unlike other pairs of best friends you knew-- you and Wooyoung were extremely clingy. You couldn't go anywhere together without someone accusing you of being more than Friends.

You had always immediately denied the accusations— All whole Wooyoung just laughed sexily- smugly. Of course you’d be lying if you said you wouldn't be down to be more than friends. Jung Wooyoung Was extremly attractive in every sense of the word. You just weren't sure it he thought the same For you.

Sure he always had to be close to you, sure he always had cute nicknames for you... he bought you gifts, and took you out on dates— the last time you checked your name in his phone was “baby🤍.”

Was that the reason Wooyoung never verbally denied the dating accusations? In all the years of being best friends— has he felt differently than you’ve been Perceiving?

The hand that's holding your phone begins to grow clammy. Your poor heart pounds in your chest - have you been unknowingly dating the man you've been swearing to high heaven that you were just friends with?

Shit - were you really that dense?!

"What are you zoning out about over there, baby?" His voice Knocks you out of your trance.

You fumble over your words like a love-struck idiot, "Nothing…”

"What's wrong?" He turns off his phone and looks at you. You laugh nervously, "Nothing, Woo— I swear.”

Wooyoung sits up rather abruptly, causing you to fall off his shoulder and into your pillows.

“It can't be nothing, you’ve been staring at your black phone screen for like five minutes!!"

You groan, god — this is so embarrassing.

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath. "What was that?” He leans closer to you, you feel your face begin to heat up. " You have to speak up mami.”

"It's nothing Woo, I'm just in my thoughts.” You rush out your sentence. “Long day, you know?”

Wooyoung coos, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Immediately, you feel the blood rush to your Face. "Tell me about it, baby. I'm here for you.”

You stumble over your words like never before. You had been Wooyoungs best friend for the better part of five years, and in all that time he had never affected you quite to this level.

You can't stand to look him in the eyes. Your Frantic gaze jumps all over Wooyangs face, landing on his plump lips. Man - you really wanna kiss him right now. You nibble on your lower lip, not sure if you should act on your desires or not.

"Can I..." You hesitate, wondering if it's worth it potentially ruining your relationship with your best friend.

"Can you ...?"

"Can I kiss you?" You rush your words, immediately regretting all of your life choices.

Wooyoung laughs softly, “That's what was worrying you?"

You stutter, "No- I'm - well kind of. I Don't Know,”

Your ramblings are cut short by the feeling of Wooyoungs lips on yours. When he pulls away you're frozen in shock. Thoughts spiraling a mile a minute. Your face felt so hot you were confident your whole face was bright pink. Time stood still as you tried to figure out what exactly to say next. “What... Uhm- why? I—uh, " You facepalm in embarrassment because you can’t make out a sentence, your heart pounds in your chest. All the While, Wooyoung just stares at you, Calm and amused.

"I Would never say no to kissing a babe like you" He playfully pinches your cheek, and you swat his hand away. “All you gotta do is ask, baby.”

A boost of confidence rushes through you, "really?" He nods.

"Then kiss me again." You lean toward, catching Wooyoungs in a second, more passionate kiss.

Your lips mold together like they were made for each other. Your breathing is heavy as you run your hands up his chest and around his neck, taking a handful of his hair in your fist. Wooyoungs large hands grip up your thighs and ass- territorial and intense. When the two of you pull away, a string of saliva connects the two of you — it's a perverted scene.

You can't seem to get enough, but how tired you are puts a damper on your mood. You sigh, leaning your head to the side so Wooyoung can easily kiss down your neck. "We should sleep. It’s late.”

He whines, “Okay... We will continue tomorrow.” He bites playfully on your neck before pulling away completely.

As you lay with Wooyoung in your bed, the lines between best friend and something more are den more blurred than before. But rather than fear it — you can't wait to see where this strange new chapter will go.

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PAIRING: secret bf ! sungchan × gf ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: all your life you were made to believe that you weren't enough, that you weren't supposed to be loved but your boyfriend had his ways of making you forget all of that. GENRE: really really angsty, the reader is highly insecure and has a panic attack, sungchan comforting the reader. WORD COUNT: 1K [LIBRARY]

Another day passes with the weight of avoidance pressing down on you. If your parents ever found out that you lied about having a stomach ache to skip college, they'd unleash a flood of lectures, sharp and unrelenting. But they’d never pause to ask why. They’d never dig beneath the surface to understand what’s really wrong. And that’s what stings most—how much you want to snap back and make them see you for once.

Someone who might care, truly care, is Sungchan. But even he doesn’t know. You’ve been dodging his messages, letting your phone buzz and go unanswered. It’s not that you don’t want to talk to him—it’s that you can’t. Motivation feels like a stranger. The idea of reaching out, of forming words, feels impossible. You can’t even summon the will to leave your bed, much less pretend everything’s fine.

You’re still wrapped in yesterday’s clothes, tangled in sheets that feel heavier than they should. The mirror across the room reflects someone you barely recognize. Messy hair, dark circles, a visible tiredness that no one would want to look at twice. You know you’re a disaster. You’ve told yourself a hundred times today alone.

Life doesn’t feel like life anymore—it feels like a task. A long, monotonous list of things you’re supposed to do but can’t bring yourself to care about. You convince yourself that not talking to Sungchan is better this way. Why burden him with this version of you? He deserves someone brighter, someone whole. Someone you’ll never be.

Maybe it’s the loneliness that eats at you, or maybe it’s the hollow echo of years spent without hearing your parents say, “I’m proud of you,” without strings attached. Sure, they provided for you, but love? That always felt transactional. A box you could never check.

You were always there, but never really chosen. And it hurts more than you’d ever admit.

You’re too lost in your spiraling thoughts to notice the soft knock at your window. It comes again, sharper this time, pulling you out of your haze. Hesitantly, you open it, not expecting much—but then Sungchan climbs in, landing with a quiet thud. He looks like something out of a drama, the lead who’d do anything to reach the person he loves.

Before you can even speak, his arms wrap tightly around you, and your face presses against his chest. His warmth, his presence, is so overwhelming that it cracks something inside you. The tears come before you even realize it, your facade crumbling as sobs spill out. His hand cups the back of your head, his voice low and soothing as he whispers, “I was so worried.”

He pulls you closer, as if he can shield you from whatever storm rages inside. And maybe it’s the fact that he showed up, or that he doesn’t care how disheveled and broken you look—but something about his sincerity breaks you further.

“Why didn’t you show up? Are you okay?” he asks softly, his hands framing your tear-streaked face. His eyes hold nothing but concern, and that tenderness makes the guilt unbearable. You try to answer, but the words stick in your throat, and all you can do is collapse into his chest, trembling as your sobs grow louder. His hand moves to your back, gentle and steady, grounding you as he murmurs, “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

Your knees threaten to give out, weakened by the weight of everything you’ve been carrying and the neglect you’ve inflicted on yourself. He holds you steady, but his gaze flickers over the dark circles under your eyes and the frailty of your frame. He doesn’t say anything about it, but you know he notices.

Through broken breaths, you finally force the words out. “It feels… I feel empty. I can’t even make myself do the simplest things anymore.” The admission leaves you raw, exposed. He listens, his hand still softly patting your back, urging you to keep going.

“Sungchan, I can’t help it,” you choke out, tears spilling faster. “I feel like everyone is so much better than me. I’m just… just nothing. Dumb, useless. People say ugly ones at least have grades or something going for them, but I have neither. I’m nothing.”

Your voice cracks with every word, so broken it feels like it might shatter completely. His silence is heavy but not empty. His heart aches with every word you say, every tear you shed. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening, as if holding you could stitch your pieces back together.

“You’re not ugly, baby… and who said you’re dumb?” Sungchan’s voice breaks slightly as he holds you tighter, his arms a fortress around your trembling form. “God, I’m such a bad boyfriend. How did I not see that you were suffering?” His words carry the weight of his own guilt, his sniffles betraying the emotion he’s trying to keep in check.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if it might shatter under the weight of everything unsaid. You pull back slightly, wiping at your tear-streaked face with shaking hands. “I shouldn’t… I haven’t even bathed. I don’t want to dirty you.”

But that only makes him cling to you more, his arms wrapping around you with even more determination, as though he can shield you from the cruel thoughts in your mind. He sighs, the sound heavy with pain, as his hand strokes your back. “I love you so much,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady. “You’re not dumb. You’re not ugly. You’re everything I want. And it’s breaking my heart to hear you call the person I love so much names she doesn’t deserve. Please don’t do it. Please.”

His words are like a lifeline, but they also cut deep. You sob harder, your body trembling against his as the guilt bubbles up again. How could you have ghosted him? How could you have doubted his care? You thought he’d judge you, thought he’d see the mess you’ve become and turn away. But here he is, holding you like none of it matters.

And maybe, in this moment, it doesn’t. Because he’s here, proving with every word and every touch that you are worth it. Even if you can’t believe it, even if the weight of your thoughts still lingers, the way he holds you makes it clear—he does. And that’s enough, even if just for now.

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⋆.˚ sungchan and anton as your two strong boyfriends. anton was your first—first boyfriend, first kiss, first time, even first date. he was extremely special to you and you’d never do anything to hurt him until.. sungchan came around. meeting him for the first time anton knew you had some sort of physical attraction to him. should’ve pissed anton off but for some reason he didn’t feel that way and only wanted to help you out. things ended up becoming more complicated than he wanted and sungchan had the great idea of being in a polygamous relationship. at first, anton wasn’t so sure about it—what even was a polygamous relationship? and why would he want to be apart of it. you were his and only his that was until the three of you were in bed together one evening after hours and hours of harsh practice for them both—they needed you. sungchan’s long arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to his warm and broad chest, his soft lips kissing down your jaw and sucking on the soft skin of your neck making sure to leave a mark. a whine escaped you and anton quickly turned to see what was wrong—his eyes widened since this had been the first time you three have been.. this close and intimate together. “w..what are you doing sungchan?” anton’s voice was filled with attitude which was caught quickly by sungchan who only chucked. “aren’t you going to give our girl attention, hm? look at her.. she wants it.” all you could do was whine and hide your face in his chest not wanting to be looked at by the both of them—it was too humiliating. sungchan was a sucker for your sweet whines and how shy you became under his touch and he nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before pushing your hair away from your face—letting his fingers trace your lips before he forced two of his fingers past your lips and into your mouth where you instantly sucked. at this point anton sat up and scooted closer to you both and sungchan, wondering why you never did that with him. “that’s a good little girl, hm? like sucking on fingers? you’re so fucking pretty like this.” sungchan groaned at the sight of you sucking his fingers, his cock throbbing in the sweatpants he wore. “look at her anton, she’s such a whore isn’t she? our whore.” anton only nodded his head—his large hand rubbing over your tummy in a gentle manner before stopping at the hem of your cute panties. he waited for you to make sure you were okay with this and once he was sure he dipped two fingers into them—gasping once his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. “fuck she’s so wet..” which only drew sungchan’s attention, roughly pulling your panties off exposing your wet cunt to the cold air. pulling back from his fingers you whined and closed your legs—which were forced back open by sungchan, “keep them open, understand? your little pussy is so wet just from sucking on my fingers? god you’re such a whore.”

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Whispers Of The Night (7)

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 1.7k

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Previous Chapters

“A problem?” You scoff. “Yeah, you could say there is a problem.”

And the problem was your attitude, the fact that you couldn't control your distaste for the eight men who stood in front of you. Also the fact that it felt like your body was slightly, if not completely failing you. You were miserable, in pain and you just wanted it all to end. You wanted to feel better, and go back to being happy.

The smiles on their faces faded awfully quickly as they all realized the situation that you were in. The men looked between each other, looking to see who was going to tell you the information they had found out from Lilith.

“You just left after we…” You trail off, looking at Chan.

“Minho and Felix got some information out of Lilith.” Chan sighs. “That's why I wasn't there when you woke up. We were trying to figure out what to do.” He explains.

“Okay?” You say, still annoyed. “Spit it out.” You snap, looking around at them all.

“The scratches she gave you.” Minho begins, stepping forward. “When she did that she… um..” he pauses. “I'm just going to say it.” He sighs. “They're killing you.”

“What?” You whisper. “How?”

“It must be some kind of bacteria.” Changbin says.

“It's poisoning your blood. Your organs are shutting down.” Minho finishes.

“Oh.” You whisper, stumbling back to the couch. You sit down, feeling like the room is spinning around you. You figured it might have been an infection of some sort, but nothing like this, nothing like you were dying.

“Antibiotics.” You murmur, feeling a little sense of hope. “I just have to go to the hospital and get some antibiotics.” You say, piping up. “Then I'll be fine.”

How could they have not thought of that? They all looked so worried, but for what? It was all going to be just fine.

“Not for this.” Chan says. “They won't work. Either you die, or you have to be changed.”

“Then change me.” You whisper. Even though you were so fucking mad right now, you couldn't control your tears. “Please.” you sniffle. “I'm not ready to die.”

“We're going to figure this out.” Felix says, sitting beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“But we're not changing you.” Chan says. “That's not happening.”

“I can help you.” You all hear, faintly. The voice travels from the basement, making you all look towards the basement door. “I have the cure.”

“She's lying Seungmin.” Murmurs.

“She has to be.” Changbin agrees.

“I have to find out.” You say, getting up as fast as you can, making your way to the basement door.

“Y/N, wait.” Chan says, grabbing your arm. “You can't trust her.”

“She's the only one offering a solution, other than me just dying.” You snap, pulling your arm away from Chan. You open the basement door, heading down the stairs carefully but quickly. You stand in front of a chained Lilith, listening to the footsteps coming down the stairs behind you.

“How?” You ask. “How can you help me?”

“I'll only tell you for my release.” Lilith smiles. Her smile is terrifying.

You look back at Chan. “Absolutely not.” He says, crossing his arms, and shaking his head.

“Fine. Then watch your precious Y/N die.” She laughs. “I don't care.”

“Chan…” Hyunjin begins. “Maybe we should.”

“So you're just fine with me dying?” You snap at Chan.

“Of course I'm not! But I don't believe her.” Chan responds, glaring at Lilith. “She's a manipulator, and a fucking liar.”

“I don't believe her either.” Seungmin pipes up. “We've known her for a long time. All she does is lie.”

“That hurts me boys.” Lilith sighs. “I've done nothing but love all of you.”

“And there you go lying again.” Jeongin murmurs, rolling his eyes.

“Cut the shit, Lilith.” Han snaps. “How can you help her?”

“Let me go and I'll tell you.” She says.

“I have to go to class.” You say, turning around to go back upstairs. “Figure out if you want to save me or not.” You say, looking at Chan.

You knew the rest of them would release Lilith in a second to heal you, so why wouldn't Chan?

You grabbed your book bag, leaving the house with your mind racing at the fact that you were dying. How could this be happening to you?

You made it to campus, with little to no recollection of how you got there. You'd been so lost in your head you hadn't been paying attention to your steps, making you wonder how you managed to cross the street without getting hit by a car. Not that it mattered anyways, you were already dying.

“Y/N?” You hear.

You look up, seeing Mark hurrying towards you with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay?” He gasps, reaching out for your face. You pull away from him, annoyed that he was even talking to you.

“I'm fine.” You say, trying to walk away from him.

“You don't look fine.” He says, grabbing onto your arm. “What are they doing to you in that house?” He asks.

“This has nothing to do with them. They haven't done anything to me.” You sigh.

“Then what the hell is going on with you?” He asks.

“Why do you even care?” You snap.

“Because I still love you.”

“Well stop.”

“I can't.” He sighs. “Y/N, come back to me.”

“Leave me alone, Mark. I'm not in the mood.”

“Have you gotten checked out?” He asks.

“For fuck sakes, Mark. This isn't anything doctors can fix. I'm late for class.” You say, again trying to walk away from him but again, he won't let you.

“Y/N, please!” He urges.

“Fuck!” You scream. “Im dying, just fucking leave me be!” You cry, ripping your arm away from him. You can't be here. You turn around, walking back to the house instead of going to class. You couldn't do this today. You don't turn around as Mark calls out for you, instead focusing on just making it back to the house.

You open the door, slamming it behind you, dropping your bag onto the floor, ready to fall into a deep depression.

“You're back?” Minho asks, coming around the corner.

“Yeah.” You whisper, hanging your head down. Minho walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you. You melt into his embracing, his scent, his presence, everything was already making you feel better. “Why won't Chan let her go to save me?” You ask.

“He was going too.” Minho replies. “Well he did. He unchained her. She told us that you have to drink her blood and that would heal you.”

You pull away from him, looking hopeful, but he doesn't. He looks to the ground.

“Where is she then? What happened?” You ask.

“We were all coming upstairs, and she got out the basement door. Ripped it right off the hinges, actually.” He says. “She's a lot faster than we are.”

“She's not going to help me?” You gasp. “She did this to me!”

“I know. I'm sorry.” Minho whispers, holding you closer. “She lied. I knew she would. That's what she does.”

“Then you need to change me.” You cry.

“Y/N…” Minho sighs.

“I can't…” you trail off. The world starts to spin, your body feels heavy. Your knees feel weak, you can't hold yourself up any longer. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. You look at Minho, nothing but pure panic setting in. “Help.” You whisper before your body gives out on you, and everything around you goes black.

“Fuck!” Minho yells, holding onto your practically lifeless body. “Guys!”

Seconds later, Seungmin, Han, Felix and Hyunjin rush into the living room.

“What happened?” Seungmin asks, grabbing onto your hand.

“She just collapsed. I don't think we have much time.” Minho breathes. “Where's Chan? We need to make a decision.”

“She can't die. She's the one. We need her.” Han yells.

“I'll call him.” Hyunjin says, pulling out his phone. Chan answers on the first ring. “What happened?”

“It's time. We need to save her. She's fucking dying.”

“I'm on my way.” Chan says, hanging up the phone.

Minho carries you upstairs, midway, the front door swings open, Chan, Changbin and Jeongin rushing into the house and up the stairs as Minho laid you down on the bed.

“Change her. We have too.” Changbin says.

“We can't let her die and we don't have any more time.” Jeongin whispers.

“But changing her?” Chan sighs. “That's going to ruin her life.”

“Her fucking dying is going to ruin her life.” Hyunjin snaps. “And ours. She is our life.”

“I can't believe you're even questioning this.” Changbin yells. “Why are we even arguing about this? Someone fucking do it!”

Minho pushes the men back, climbing on the bed to straddle you. He moves your hair out of the way, turning your head to expose your neck. He can barely feel a pulse, as he lowers his head, opening his mouth. He sinks his teeth into your neck, the venom spilling into your body and into your blood. Chan walks out of the room, leaving the rest of the men standing there.

Minho pulls his teeth out of your neck, slowly licking up the blood spilling out of your puncture wounds.

“How long until we know?” Han asks.

“I don't know. We just have to wait and see.” Minho whispers, grabbing your hand.

All seven men sit around you on the bed, waiting and hoping that they weren't too late to save you.

**

“Excuse me, are you Mark?”

“Huh?” Mark says, startled. He pulls one headphone out, turning around seeing a beautiful woman standing there, a gorgeous smile with enticing eyes. “Oh, yeah I am. Who are you?” He asks.

“That's not important. What is important is if you want Y/N back?” She asks.

“I do. I just want to keep her safe.” Mark replies.

“That's sweet. I can help you.”

“Why would you want to help me?” He asks, but the woman doesn't answer, yet.

“Go to this address.” She says, handing him a card. “Ask for Lincoln.”

Mark looks at the address before looking back up at the woman. “Why are you helping me?”

“You want Y/N back.” She says. “And I want my boys back.”

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018. ABORT MISSION

synopsis ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

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