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Arranged Marriage

— Synopsis: Where you and Minghao parents had this grand scheme to merge their companies by marrying you off, thinking it'd be a brilliant business move. Determined to stake your claim and keep your marriage intact, your make a bold move during a business party—planting a lipstick-stained kiss on Minghao's lips and yanking him by his tie, leaving no doubt that he's yours and yours alone. — WC: 5.5k — WARNINGS: Smut, throat fucking, blowjob, fingering, penetrative sex, public make out, jealous kiss, angst, forced marriage, mentions of diets.

You're standing there in this fancy white dress, all sparkly and shiny, making your way down the aisle to where Minghao's waiting. He's looking all sharp in his suit, with his hair on point and a little smirk on his face. But as you're walking towards him, you can't help but remember the last time you two really talked was at some boring company event.

Now here you are, about to say your vows like you actually mean them. But deep down, you know it's all just a bunch of lies. You and Minghao both know it. It's all for show, to make your parents' company look good. And the worst part is, everyone at this big fancy wedding knows it too.

The party's huge, like a wedding and a business conference all mashed together. People you've never seen before are milling around, probably part of some shady business deal your parents cooked up. It's like this whole thing isn't even about love or unity anymore. It's just one big networking event disguised as a wedding.

But you go through the motions anyway, smiling and nodding like everything's perfect. You exchange vows that are as fake as the smiles plastered on both of your faces. And as the night goes on, you can't shake the feeling that this whole thing is just a sham. A pretty, expensive sham, but a sham nonetheless.

You watch as people schmooze and mingle, making deals and connections left and right. And you can't help but wonder if this is what your future holds too. A life of pretending, of smiling for the cameras while behind closed doors, it's all just business as usual.

But for now, you paste on your best fake smile and dance the night away, pretending that everything's okay. Because that's what you do when you're part of a family like yours. You put on a show, no matter what's really going on behind the scenes.

You're feeling suffocated by the crowd inside, like the tightness around your waist is almost causing claustrophobia. So you slip away to the backyard, sneaking a slice of cake from the waiters. Your mom had you on some ridiculous diet for a whole week leading up to this wedding, all so you could look "good" in your dress.

You plop down on a wooden bench, the dress spreading out in a big poof around you. Just as you're about to take a much-needed bite of cake, you're interrupted by a voice.

"Why isn't the bride inside enjoying her own party?" The voice belongs to Minghao, hands in his pockets as he stands there, looking at you.

You scoff, shooting him a look. "I'm sure no one's noticed. They're all too busy discussing the stock market or whatever." Your tone is sharp, the underlying tension between you and Minghao palpable.

Minghao snorts, clearly not impressed by your response. "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent less time worrying about your parents' company and more time actually enjoying life, you wouldn't be stuck in this mess."

You bristle at his comment, feeling a surge of anger rising within you. "Oh please, like you have any room to talk. Last time I checked, you were just as tangled up in all of this as I am."

Minghao's expression darkens, and for a moment, you worry you've gone too far.

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a half-eaten slice of wedding cake. You watch him go, feeling a mix of frustration and something else you can't quite name. Maybe it's just the champagne talking, but for a brief moment, you can't help but wonder what life would be like if you weren't tied down by expectations and obligations.

You stare at Minghao, disbelief written all over your face as you take in the sight of the one hotel room your parents booked for the both of you. A single queen-sized bed sits in the center of the room, effectively splitting the space into two halves. You shoot a glance at Minghao, and from the look in his eyes, you can tell he's just as shocked as you are.

The tension between you is palpable as you both stand there, sharing silent but deadly gazes. Finally, you break the silence, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, isn't this just perfect? Our parents booking us one room to 'get used' to each other. As if this whole shit wasn't enough already."

Minghao lets out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, because nothing says 'happily ever after' like forcing two strangers to share a bed on their wedding night."

You bite back a retort, opting instead for a more diplomatic approach. "Look, I think it's only fair that I take the bed and you can sleep on the couch."

Minghao raises an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "And why is that?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You roll your eyes, feeling irritation bubbling up inside you. "Because I'm the bride, for one," you retort, "and two, I've been on my feet all night, walking around in a dress that weighs a ton and heels that could rival skyscrapers. I think I deserve a decent night's sleep."

Minghao lets out a short, humorless laugh. "Oh, please. Do you even know how exhausting it is to be the groom? I've been dealing with people all night, pretending to be someone I'm not, just like you."

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms defiantly. "Fine," you say, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips, "then let's settle this once and for all. Who's more tired: the bride who's been carrying around twelve kilograms of dress and heels all night, or the groom who's been putting on a show for hours on end?"

Minghao looks at you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he's trying not to smile. But then he shakes his head, a look of resignation crossing his face. "You win," he says, finally relenting, "you can have the bed."

You smirk triumphantly, feeling a small sense of victory despite the absurdity of the situation. And as you crawl into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

The next day rolls around, and before you even have a chance to properly wake up, you're thrown into a meeting. Brunch with both families sounds nice in theory, but when Minghao's dad starts putting papers on the table and declaring, "Let's get to what matters," you realize this isn't going to be a typical family gathering.

You try to maintain a facade of composure, but the discomfort gnaws at you like a persistent itch. So you do what you've gotten used to doing – you look down, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room.

Minghao notices immediately, and you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. His cheeks flush with embarrassment from his father's directness, but you can't bring yourself to look up and meet his eyes. The weight of expectation hangs heavy in the air, and you can practically taste the tension swirling around the table.

As Minghao's dad starts talking about business deals and partnerships, you try to focus on the sound of his voice rather than the sinking feeling in your stomach. But no matter how hard you try to block it out, you can't shake the feeling that you're just a pawn in someone else's game – a game you never asked to play.

You steal a glance at Minghao, but his expression is unreadable, his mask firmly in place. And in that moment, you realize just how alone you really are in this world of high-stakes deals and empty promises.

You're lounging on the couch, the TV blaring in the background, but your mind is miles away. The penthouse feels emptier than ever, despite being filled with all the trappings of luxury. You and Minghao live under the same roof, yet it feels like you might as well be living on opposite ends of the earth. Separate rooms, separate lives, with only a perfunctory "good morning" or "good night" exchanged between you.

The loneliness weighs heavy on your chest, suffocating you with its presence. You long for something more, something real, but it feels like an impossible dream in this gilded cage you've found yourself trapped in.

You're lost in the numbing glow of the television when your phone buzzes with a notification. It's Minghao, informing you of a press conference he's scheduled for later that night. You furrow your brow, puzzled by the sudden announcement.

But it's his last message from the previous night that catches your attention. "Can you at least put on your best smile tonight?" he'd asked, a request that feels more like a demand. And you can't help but feel a pang of frustration at his presumption.

You make your way to his room, finding him hunched over his computer, the glow of the screen casting harsh shadows across his face. You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms as you watch him for a moment before speaking up.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "Put on my best smile? What's that supposed to mean?"

Minghao looks up from his computer, his expression unreadable. "It means exactly what it sounds like," he replies coolly, his tone clipped. "We both know how important appearances are in our world. So why not make an effort for once?"

You roll your eyes, feeling the anger bubbling up inside you. "I think you mean that you want me to play the dutiful wife once again, to plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything's fine," you snap, the bitterness seeping into your words.

Minghao's jaw tightens, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to argue back. But then he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly tired and defeated. "Look, I know this isn't what either of us wanted," he says, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. "But it's what we have to do. For our families, for the company."

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "Is that really all that matters to you? The company? "But fine," you say through clenched teeth, pushing yourself away from the doorframe. "I'll put on my best smile tonight. But don't expect me to enjoy it."

You sit in the backseat of the chauffeur-driven car, your gaze fixed on the passing landscape outside the window. The skyscrapers blur into a haze of steel and glass, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside your mind.

Minghao breaks the silence with a casual remark, his tone tinged with amusement. "You don't look like someone who agreed to the terms of our agreement," he observes, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

You let out a frustrated huff, tearing your eyes away from the window to glare at him. "Yeah, well, maybe I need some time before I can fully commit to this whole acting profession," you retort, your words dripping with bitterness.

Minghao presses his lips together, trying to suppress a laugh at your expense. The corners of his mouth twitch with amusement, but he manages to keep his expression neutral as he looks away, pretending to be absorbed in the passing scenery.

You bristle at his reaction, feeling a surge of indignation coursing through you. "What's so funny?" you demand, your voice sharp with irritation.

Minghao shakes his head, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Nothing," he replies casually, his tone disarmingly nonchalant. "I mean, take all the time you need… Just try not to look too pitiful when we walk through those doors."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

As the chauffeur stops and opens the door for you, signaling your arrival at the event, Minghao's voice cuts through the silence.

"Hand," he says simply, holding out his hand towards you.

You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a skeptical look. "Excuse me?" you reply, not quite sure you heard him correctly.

Minghao's lips twitch into a smirk as he repeats himself, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I said, hand," he repeats, his tone playful yet insistent.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his audacity, but begrudgingly, you reach out and grab his hand, almost aggressively. His grin widens as he intertwines his fingers with yours, the touch surprisingly delicate despite the underlying tension between you.

As you and Minghao step into the event, hand in hand, you can feel the weight of your parents' surprised stares on you. Their eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at the sight of you two holding hands, a rare display of unity between the two families.

Minghao squeezes your hand gently, a small smirk playing on his lips as he catches your parents' reaction. "See?" he murmurs softly, leaning in close to you. "It's easy. A little thing like this makes them happy."

You can't help but feel a surge of resentment bubbling up inside you at his words. Easy for him to say, you think bitterly. He's always been the one who effortlessly falls into line, who knows exactly how to play the game to get what he wants.

But despite your inner turmoil, you force a tight smile and nod in agreement, not wanting to cause a scene in front of your parents. "Yeah, easy," you echo, your voice strained as you try to keep up the facade.

As the long-winded speeches from the ambassadors drone on, you find yourself sinking deeper into your chair, exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. Minghao leans in close, his voice a soft whisper against your ear as he asks if you want something from the bar. You shake your head, declining his offer with a tired sigh.

He nods in understanding and excuses himself, disappearing into the crowd for a moment. But as the minutes drag on and the speech finally reaches its conclusion, Minghao still hasn't returned. Your eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of him, and that's when you spot her – a woman leaning in close to him, her body language oozing with flirtation.

Your stomach churns with a mix of anger and disbelief. What does she think she's doing? That's your husband she's flirting with, for crying out loud. You glance down at your wedding ring, then back at Minghao, then down at your ring again, the weight of it heavy on your finger.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you stand up from the table, your movements cautious as you make your way over to them. Fuck, you hate that you're doing this right now, but you can't just sit idly by while some random woman tries to make a move on your husband.

Minghao's eyes widen in surprise as he catches sight of your determined gaze, and for a brief moment, you almost feel guilty for interrupting. But then you remember who you are – his wife – and the guilt fades away, replaced by a steely resolve.

"I have a wife," Minghao's voice cuts through the air, firm and unwavering, as you approach him and the woman who's been flirting with him. His words send a jolt of surprise through you, momentarily halting your steps.

But before you can even react, Minghao continues, his tone tinged with irritation, "And she's storming over here, so please, just leave me alone."

"Hi, Hao," you greet Minghao as you finally reach him, unable to hide the hint of irritation in your voice. "You took a long time. What happened?"

Minghao's eyes widen slightly at your abrupt approach, and he stammers for a moment before the woman beside him interjects, "Oh, she's your friend?"

Minghao's response is immediate and almost defensive. "No, I don't know her," he says quickly, his tone betraying his discomfort.

You can't help but suppress a smirk at his awkwardness, feeling a small surge of satisfaction at seeing him squirm. "Nice to meet you," you say smoothly, extending your hand to the woman. "I'm Mrs. Xu."

The woman's eyes widen in surprise as she takes your hand, clearly caught off guard by your assertive introduction. "Oh, um, nice to meet you too," she replies, her voice slightly shaky.

You turn your attention back to Minghao, noting the relief in his eyes as you come to his "rescue." Poor Minghao, you think to yourself, feeling a twinge of sympathy for him despite your earlier annoyance. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation, and the sight of you coming to his aid seems to help him breathe a little easier.

The woman walks away, leaving you and Minghao standing there in the aftermath of the awkward encounter. You turn to him, your expression a mix of frustration and concern.

"Come on, Minghao," you begin, your voice low but firm. "You need to know how to handle situations like that. What if people who know our family saw that? It could cause all sorts of rumors and complications."

Minghao's jaw tightens as he meets your gaze, a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes. "I didn't ask for her to approach me," he retorts, his tone defensive. "I told her I have a wife. What more do you want from me?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair as you try to keep your temper in check. "I just want you to be more aware of how your actions reflect on both of us," you reply, your voice tinged with exasperation. "We're married, Minghao. That means we have to think about each other's reputations and how our behavior affects them."

Minghao's expression softens slightly at your words, but there's still a stubborn set to his jaw as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know that," he says, his voice quieter now, more subdued. "But sometimes things happen, and I can't control them."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of frustration rising within you. "That's not an excuse, Minghao," you say firmly. "We both have to do better if we want this marriage to work. We have to be a team."

Minghao's lips twitch into a smirk of his own, a challenge flashing in his eyes as he steps closer to you. "Oh, is that so, Mrs. Xu?" he replies, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "And what exactly would it take for me to earn back the privilege of being called by my first name?"

You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh at his cheekiness. "Maybe if you stopped getting yourself into awkward situations with random women at parties," you shoot back, unable to resist the opportunity for a playful jab.

Minghao feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "Hey now, that wasn't entirely my fault," he protests, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Besides, you were the one who came to my rescue, remember?"

Minghao's playful grin falters as you shoot him a pointed look, hands firmly planted on your hips. "Am I wrong now? What should I do then?" you challenge, your tone laced with frustration.

He shrugs, his expression sheepish as he searches for an answer. "You need to make them know I'm your husband," he suggests vaguely, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes.

You narrow your gaze, a surge of determination coursing through you as you follow his line of sight to the woman who had been eyeing him earlier. She's still watching him, her gaze lingering a little too long for your liking.

"Fine then," you declare, your jaw set in determination. Without another word, you reach out and grab Minghao by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Before he can protest, you press your lips to his in a firm, possessive kiss.

For a moment, Minghao freezes, his hands hovering uncertainly in the air. But then, as if realizing what's happening, he responds eagerly, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as the kiss deepens.

You trail kisses along his neck, feeling a low hum of satisfaction reverberate through him. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as you continue to explore the sensitive skin of his neck with your lips.

When you pull back slightly, his eyes meet yours, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. You reach up and gently tug on his bottom lip, a silent invitation for him to surrender completely to the passion between you.

Minghao's lips part in response, his eyes darkening with desire as he leans in to capture your mouth in another searing kiss. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you both.

As you finally break the kiss, your lips swollen and tingling with the taste of him, you look at his face, satisfied with your handiwork. His lips, jaw, and neck are adorned with smudges of your red lipstick, a visible testament that being arranged or not, he is your husband.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reach out and grab Minghao by the tie, tugging him gently but firmly in the direction of the exit. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your sudden assertiveness, but he follows your lead without hesitation.

As you walk through the party, you make no effort to hide the fact that you're leading Minghao out by his tie. You want everyone to see, especially that woman who dared to flirt with him earlier. With each step, you feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you're marking your territory, making it abundantly clear to anyone watching that Minghao belongs to you.

People turn to look as you pass by, their curious glances met with a confident smile from you and a sheepish grin from Minghao. You hold your head high, your grip on his tie unwavering as you guide him through the crowd.

Finally, you reach the exit, and with one last glance around the room, you pull Minghao outside, the cool night air washing over you both. Alone at last, you turn to him with a victorious smirk.

"Well, that was fun," you say, a hint of laughter in your voice as you release his tie. "But I think we've made our point. Shall we get out of here?"

Minghao chuckles, shaking his head in amusement as he takes your hand in his. "Absolutely," he replies, a warmth in his eyes as he looks at you. "Anywhere you want to go, Mrs. Xu."

As soon as you step through the door of your home, you're wrapped up in a frenzy of passionate kisses with Minghao. Clothes, shoes, and his tie fly off haphazardly as you stumble towards the nearest surface, unable to keep your hands off each other.

Between kisses, Minghao pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "I didn't know you were that jealous," he murmurs, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You hiss in response, your breath catching in your throat as his lips trail along your skin. "I wasn't jealous," you protest, your voice tinged with frustration. "I was just...rescuing you, you bastard!"

Minghao laughs at your outburst, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Hmm, just like a predator," he teases, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound confidence.

You scoff at his comment, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "You've seen nothing yet," you reply, meeting his gaze with a challenge in your eyes.

Minghao's eyes light up with excitement as he looks at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"Yeah," you confirm with a smirk, pulling him in for another kiss.

But then, his hand moves to the top of your head, gently guiding you downwards until your knees find the ground. You look up at him with a mixture of desire and anticipation, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you eagerly await his next move.

With a shaky breath, Minghao pulls himself free from his pants, his cock standing proudly before you. You wrap your hand around it, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath your touch. A wicked grin plays at your lips as you tap the tip of his cock against your face, biting your lip in anticipation.

Minghao lets out a shaky moan at the provocative sight before him, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you. "Fuck, you're so damn sexy," he groans, his voice rough with need. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?"

You smirk up at him, your hand still wrapped around his cock as you tease him with your lips. "Mmm, maybe," you purr, your voice dripping with seduction. "But I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me, Minghao."

His breath hitches as he meets your gaze, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides you closer to him. "I want you more than anything," he confesses, his voice thick with desire. "I need you, baby. Please, show me how much you want me too."

You eagerly lower your mouth onto Minghao's throbbing cock, sucking greedily as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. You can feel him thrusting his hips, the need for more driving him to move against you.

Your hands slide down to his thighs, giving him the freedom to move as he pleases. His fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he sets the pace, his hips rocking against you in a rhythm of his own making.

As you take him deeper, you close your eyes, relaxing your jaw to accommodate his length. Minghao's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, his words a gentle reminder of his concern for your well-being.

"Tap if you need to breathe," he murmurs, his hand tightening in your ponytail as he continues to move his hips.

You press your hand against his thigh in affirmation, letting him know that you're okay as you continue to take him deeper, your throat working to accommodate his length. Minghao lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips moving in tandem with your movements as you both chase the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Between thrusts, Minghao's voice fills the air with a husky whisper. "God, you feel so fucking good," he moans, his words driving you to take him even deeper. "You're amazing, baby. Just keep going, just like that."

As Minghao's cock throbs in your mouth, you feel a surge of pleasure coursing through you, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Drool drips from your chin, a testament to your eagerness and arousal, as you continue to take him deeper, your mouth working tirelessly to please him.

With each throb of his cock, you can feel the tension building, the heat of his arousal radiating through you. Your eyes roll back in your head, lost in a haze of pleasure as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And as Minghao's cock pulses in your mouth, you know that you've pushed him to the edge, his release imminent. With one final throb, he cries out your name, his body tensing as he spills his cum into your waiting mouth.

You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him. You moan softly as Minghao's lips meet yours again, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, and he slowly guides you towards his room.

As you fall onto the bed, Minghao's fingers trace lazy patterns along your inner thighs, making you squirm beneath his touch, unable to hide your arousal as he gazes down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"You're so wet…" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues to tease you with his fingers.

Minghao's lips curl into a smug grin as his fingers trailing lower until they reach the damp fabric of your panties. With agonizing slowness, he begins to peel them away, revealing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he whispers, his voice a low growl in your ear as he leans in close. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel."

You arch your back, aching for his touch as you meet his gaze with a sultry smirk. "I want your fingers inside me, Minghao" you breathe, your voice dripping with desire. "I want you to make me come so fucking hard"

Minghao's eyes darken with lust as he hears your words, his fingers finding their way to your slick entrance. With a wicked grin, he plunges his slender fingers deep inside you, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

And then, just when you think you can't take any more, he finds it – that deep spot that sends electric jolts shooting through you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers in response, a desperate attempt to hold your orgasm.

But Minghao isn't finished yet. With a wicked grin, he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers his intentions. "You're not going to cum yet," he murmurs. "Let me hit that spot with my cock, then you can cream around it as much as you want."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, with the promise of what's going to come. With a nod of agreement, you bite your lip in anticipation, eager for the moment when Minghao will fuck you with his cock.

As Minghao positions himself above you, his gaze locked with yours in a silent promise of pleasure to come, you sneak a peek at his cock. It's long, with bulging veins and dripping with pre-cum, making it clear he's rock hard and ready to go. The contrast with his slender body just makes it look even bigger.

Before you can even think of a response, Minghao speaks up, his voice low and husky. "You ready for me, baby?" he asks, his eyes smoldering with desire.

You open your mouth to reply, but before you can get a word out, his cock is stretching you out, leaving you breathless and speechless as he fills you completely.

As soon as Minghao finds your g'spot, your pussy immediately tightens around him, milking him with such intensity that he has to hold himself back from coming right then and there. His pretty moans only serve to heighten your own arousal, making it even harder for you to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure as he tries to control himself. He hopes that you'll stop clenching, but as soon as he hits that spot again, he hisses in response, the sensation driving him wild.

Realizing that he's in danger of cumming too early, Minghao decides to focus on fucking you in just the right way, hitting that spot with precision and intensity. He squirms, desperate for you to climax first, knowing that your pleasure will only fuel his own.

With each thrust, each movement, the pleasure builds between you, reaching a fever pitch that threatens to consume you both. Minghao's hips move in a steady rhythm, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you with each thrust, his own pleasure mounting with each passing second.

And then, finally, it happens. You reach the peak of ecstasy, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as pleasure washes over you in relentless waves. Your pussy clenches around Minghao's cock, milking him for all he's worth as he loses control, his own release crashing over him in a tidal wave of pleasure.

With a tired groan, Minghao collapses beside you, his body spent from the intensity of your shared passion. He turns to you with a lazy smile, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

"If I'd known all it took to get you to kiss me was making you jealous, I would've done it ages ago," he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

You roll your eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "I wasn't jealous," you protest, crossing your arms over your chest.

Minghao raises an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Imagine if you were then" he scoffs, his tone teasing. "I don't think we'd be here right now if you weren't just a little bit jealous."

You huff in mock indignation, but deep down, you know he's right.

ou nudge Minghao playfully, a smile dancing on your lips. "Well, lucky for you, a little jealousy was all it took," you quip, teasing him.

He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at you. "I guess I'll have to remember that for next time," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement.

You laugh, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Oh, so there's going to be a next time now?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

Minghao grins, leaning in closer to you. "Count on it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he brushes his lips against yours.

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Tolerate It - Xu Minghao

Synopsis: Watching the love of your life be with the wrong person should be classified as cruel and unusual torture. While you loved to see him smile, you hated the fact it was because of someone else.

Pairing: Xu Minghao x reader

Inspired by: Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

Genre: Angst - unconfessed feelings, arguments, jealousy, friends to lovers, ft. Wonwoo, Jun, and Mingyu

Word Count: 3.4k

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Living in a city sometimes felt constricting. For the longest time, you always dreamed of living in a major city where there was always something going on. However, coming from home work to loud shouting, blaring car horns, and constant movement all around got overwhelming. And you weren't the only one that felt that way.

You were grateful for the opportunities thrown your way. However, sometimes you just wished you take a step into peace and quiet.

It was Minghao that suggested that everyone should take a trip to the woods. He found a company where you could rent out a company, which was perfect for you and your group of 14 friends. But it seems you miscounted. This whole time, you had no idea that Minghao was planning on bringing his girlfriend as his plus one. You didn't even know you were allowed plus ones!

At the moment, you were in the kitchen washing the dishes after the meal Minghao, Joshua, and Mingyu cooked up together. Minghao, Seokmin, Hoshi, and Cheol took it upon themselves to start a bonfire. They believed it was the only appropriate way to kickoff your weekend getaway. Well, Minghao wasn't helping much. He was more so keeping his girlfriend company, having his arms wrapped around her and holding her close. It made you sick to your stomach.

"You know, if you stare long enough, they might get an idea you're watching them like a hawk," Wonwoo commented.

You didn't even noticed he slipped into the kitchen. However, you noticed he had yellow rubber gloves on and was there to keep you company. To be honest, you wanted to dot he dishes by yourself to sort through your thoughts, but you knew Wonwoo was always a good person to confide in. You smiled appreciatively before stepping aside, allowing him to have access to the pile that filled the sink.

"So, I'm taking it you didn't know she was coming?" He asked. "No, not at all. I didn't know until I got out of Cheol's car," you confessed, a hint of sadness in your voice. "Trust me, none of us knew except Minghao. This was apparently his idea of trying to get us to meet her." "By tricking and trapping us here?"

You both shared a laugh at that idea. It made you feel a bit better that you weren't the only one blindsided. Normally, Minghao was so upfront with the group about his feelings, so you were confused why he's kept her hidden for so long. You only knew of her by him mentioning that he was going on a date with a new girl that Dino set him up with. And the poor maknae already got an earful from you.

"I always thought you two would end up together," Wonwoo commented.

His gaze was locked on the dishes submerged underneath the bubbly water. Your gaze was locked on him. Your eyes were a bit wide, not sure if you heard him correctly. However, he glanced out of his peripheral to see your eyes locked on him. "So you're not denying that you like him? Or did I just make things awkward because you guys are best friends?"

You were at a loss of words. How the fuck did Wonwoo figure it out? Who told him? Or were you that painfully obvious.

There was no denying that you had feelings for Minghao. How could he when he treated the world with kindness? How could anyone not be attracted to him when he looked like he was crafted by the Gods? His visuals and his heart of gold set your heart ablaze easily. But you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

He made that part obvious by being with someone else.

Wonwoo let out a chuckle. Putting the last dish in the drying rack, he grabbed the towel to dry off his hands. "Don't worry, y/n. Your secret is safe with me," he vowed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he walked away, leaving you motionless in the kitchen.

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Everyone was gathered outside in a small circle around the fire. Seugncheol and Hoshi looked at the fire with pride at the fire they created. All the rest of the guys were chatting, either drinking beer or coffee depending on the guy. You were sandwiched between Jun and Wonwoo.

Unfortunately, you had a front-row view of Minghao and his girlfriend. Her heart twitched with ache as she sat on his lap. Every few seconds, he would take the time to ensure the blanket was wrapped around her body.

"Stare long enough and he's going to notice," Wonwoo whispered. "Or worse, she might."

If you could, you'd hit him on the shoulder. But it would cause too much attention to the others, which knowing them, they'd pry until your secret was let out. You silently thanked him though as his voice caused you to turn your head.

"Could always just blame the fatigue from traveling." "Wow, look who is using their brain," Wonwoo teased.

You rolled your eyes before leaning back fully in the lawn chair. You had your legs curled up to your chest. Sure, you were decked out in sweatpants, a hoodie with a long sleeve shirt underneath, and a beanie, but it wasn't enough to keep you warm. The fire wasn't aiding at all.

"Geez, y/n. You're practically turning blue," Jun chimed in.

Before you could protest, you were being lifted into the man's lap. You stared up at him, disbelief that he actually moved you but also that he pulled off a move like that. Where was the shy boy you met a few years ago?

He winked at you before wrapping the blanket around you. You weren't sure where it had appeared from but then put two and two together when you saw a pouting Mingyu making his way back to the group from inside.

"Hey! That's not fair," he whined out. "Oh come on, Gyu. The baby is called," Jun called out, motioning down towards you.

Mingyu didn't even notice that you had migrated from your spot to Jun's lap. He softened his pout at the sight of you bundled up like a burrito, your face barely showing thanks to the beanie and dark blanket.

"Okay, you got me there. Y/n, is too adorable to get made at," Mingyu chuckled. He swiftly made his way back to his seat, placing himself where you used to sit which was beside Wonwoo. Much better for everyone. "Sweetheart, do you want a s'more? I'm a pro!"

You nearly popped out of Jun's lap in excitement at the offer. The guys around you laughed as Jun wrapped his arms around you, tightening his grip slightly so you wouldn't go rolling off of his lap.

"I'm taking that as a yes," Jun laughed before kissing the crown of your head.

Your eyes widened slightly at Jun's actions. You peered up at him but all he did was wink. Wonwoo was sitting back in amusement, as the rest of the group didn't really seem to blink twice at Jun's antics. Jun was the type of guy who opened up more as he got comfortable around people.

Yet, you couldn't help but ponder on it. Was it a friendly kiss? You couldn't deny the blush that was coating your cheeks as Jun openly showed rare affection in front of the rest of the group. Did it mean something more?

"Hold on, y/n, how do you like your marshmallows?" Your internal investigation was interrupted by Mingyu calling out to you. You turned over to see Mingyu trying to get the marshmallow to stick to the skewer. Fearing the worst, Wonwoo was on supervising duty.

"As gooey as possible! I don't want it to drop into the fire, but get really close," you smirked, knowing it would be a challenge for him. "Whatever the princess wants, she gets," he declared.

You and Jun chuckled as Mingyu got to work.

These were the moments that you longed for since the trip was proposed. For the first time since arrival, you felt relaxed. It helped that Jun was allowing you to curl in his lap like you were a cat.

For Minghao, this was a moment he didn't expect. His eyes were locked on you and Jun, trying to figure out the puzzle between the four - Jun, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and you. Was there something going on? Did he miss something? "Babe? Baby? Helloooo, Earth to Hao?"

He jumped as his girlfriend called out to him. She had a slight pout on her lips as she gazed up at him. Minghao blinked a couple to reorient himself before he finally looked down at the woman in his lap. Woah, I've never just zoned out like that before.

"I was telling you all about what Sasha told me the other day. Weren't you paying attention to me?"

Part of him longed to be apart of the group. I mean, that's how envisioned this trip going. He thought everyone could come together as one group, not break into two smaller groups. Sure, that happened sometimes with a group as large as this but he didn't think that would happen when they were all meant to be hanging out together now. But he didn't want to be a rude person, so he quickly shook his head.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I think the fatigue of driving today is starting to catch up to me."

She raised an eyebrow and just stared at him for a moment. It was like she was trying to decipher if he was lying or not. However, she just shrugged before talking more about her inner circle.

Has she even talked to my friends once since arriving? Did she even make an effort to do so?

It made Minghao curious, especially when you, his best friend, were able to easily blend into his friend group. He even thought you were better friends with some of the other guys than he was. But that was just a testament to what a great person you are.

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One by one, the group began to dwindle and head inside for sleep. You were still outside with Jun, Mingyu, and Wonwoo whereas Minghao and his girlfriend were inside in the kitchen. He was probably making his nightly tea to help ease him to sleep.

"You're welcome, you know," Wonwoo announced.

Picking your head up off Jun's lap, you raised an eyebrow. You were getting sleepy yourself, so you were contemplating going inside or staying a bit longer. However, Wonwoo's statement woke you up and caught your attention.

Chuckling at your confused state, he sat up a bit straighter. Jun and Mingyu shared a knowing look which just further drew in your curiosity.

"Oh you know, for making Hao jealous?" Wonwoo explained. Your eyes widened as you glanced between the three guys before landing on Wonwoo. Your eyes narrowed on him, about to pounce but was eased down by Jun's hold. Note to self: never discredit Jun's strength again.

"You promised not to tell," you hissed. "Angel, it's not hard to put the pieces together," Mingyu added. "Yeah, I mean, we kind of knew you might have a thing for him but seeing you be a bit quieter around the two of them just confirmed."

You dramatically threw your head back. That's it. Your life is over.

"I think I speak for the rest of the guys when we thought you two would end up together."

Your head instantly sprung back. You groaned slightly from the head rush you caused yourself. Jun snickered before allowing his fingers to trace against your arm, comforting you.

"Don't just be mean and say shit like that, Jun." At least Wonwoo didn't deliberately spill your secret, I guess.

You just didn't know you were that obvious to the others.

"Y/n, I mean it. You guys have a special bond. Not only is it apparent that you care about him on a deep level, but he does for you too. I guess we all just thought you were close friends, but we all saw how your personality shifted when she started coming around." "But he's not into me, guys. If he was, he would have said something by now." "Do you think maybe he was waiting for you to say something first?"

You frowned slightly at that idea. I mean, as much as you were waiting for Minghao to confess, you could have confessed as well.

SMACK

You looked over to see Jun and Wonwoo glaring at Mingyu between them. Mingyu was rubbing his arm, looking at you apologetically. The sight alone caused you to smile and relax a bit.

Deciding it was time to go inky ou tapped on Jun's arms. Getting the hint, he loosened his arms from around you so you could stand up. You stretched for a second.

"I guess we'll never know, boys. But what I do know is that I am exhausted and ready to shower to get the smoke smell off of me."

A chorus of goodnights echoed behind you as you said goodnight yourself and head towards the cabin. As much as you loved a good campfire, you didn't want to bring the smell in with you to bed.

Silently, you moved the sliding patio door to the right so you could slip in.

"I don't get why you are so distracted. Back in the city, you always have your attention on me." "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I also was hoping you would take this trip to get to know my friends? I don't want you to feel like you have to just talk to me." "So what? I'm not as important to you as your friends?"

Yikes. That wasn't what you were expecting to talk into you. You figured the house would be silent and you'd be the one making the most noise as you tried to navigate back to your room.

It got quiet as you quickly closed the patio door, not wanting to allow any chilly air or critters into the cabin. You turned around to be greeted by two pairs of eyes staring at you. One was trying to stare into your soul, almost as if she wanted to burn a hole right through you. The other was softer, almost apologetically and shameful.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll see you both in the morning."

As quickly as possible, you scurried out of the kitchen as you desperately wanted to escape the tension inside.

"And you're still paying attention to other people more than you are wanting to pay attention to me!"

While you had your suspicions about what might be driving a wedge between the lovers, you didn't want to stick around and speculate. Now that you had a small group of supporters cheering for you and Minghao to find your way to each other, you were positive they'd fill in the dots if they also overheard anything.

Your priority right now was to get in the shower and curl back underneath the covers.

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SLAM

You jolted in your bed, your sleep interrupted but he sound of the slamming door. You were sure it had woken up the rest of the house too. Luckily for you and your nosey self, your bedroom window overlooked the front of the house. Quietly, you moved over towards the window.

To your surprise, Minghao's girlfriend was the one responsible for the noise. She had her pink duffle bag thrown over her shoulders. With no Minghao chasing after her. You watched as she climbed into the car already waiting for her, the smoke from the exhaust pipe lifting into the air.

Her voice was muffled but loud yet you couldn't make out the words that she was exchanging with the driver.

Where was Minghao? Was he okay?

You quickly got out of bed, but tried to be light on your feet. In a house of 13 men who were just as nosey as you, you had to be very quiet to not ring any silent alarms. You weren't really in the mood for a line of interrogation seeing that it was in the middle of the night.

Just as you were about to slip out of your room, you heard movement coming from the other side of the door. You halted your movement.

Knock knock knock

You were holding the breath you didn't even know you were holding. From underneath the door, you saw the shadow of two feet. Not much to indicate who was at your door.

"Y/n, I know you're up," Minghao said, his voice soft. He didn't sound angry or heartbreak, especially for a guy who's girlfriend (even if you could still call her that) stormed out of the vacation cabin.

It didn't take much longer for you to grasp the golden doorknob and twist it open.

Before you, you were greeted by the sight of Minghao. He was leaning against the doorway, wearing grey sweatpants and a matching grey hoodie. You were convinced Minghao was created by the universe as an apology for the patriarchy.

"You couldn't have made things easier for me?"

You stepped back, allowing Minghao into your room. He nodded before walking in, heading towards your bed. He sat on the edge but leaned back on his elbows. He was almost too calm for your liking.

Knowing that the other boys may have been alerted by Minghao's presence, you quickly closed the door behind you from prying eyes. You looked at him curiously, your heart pounding. Make what easier for him?

"I may be your best friend, but I am not qualified to be your couples' therapist," you said. "Come on, y/n. I know you're into me. Or are you really going to tell me you are into my best friend without telling me?"

Caught redhanded. Dammit.

You opened your mouth to try to defend yourself but nothing was coming out. Your lack of a response confirmed his suspicions, and actually made him believe Jeonghan who had overheard your conversation with Wonwoo earlier in the kitchen.

"Come here, darlin,'" he called out to you.

Without thinking about it, you made your way over towards the man presented on your bed. With each step towards him, your heart pounded faster. It didn't help that he had his eyes trained on you the entire time.

"I thought best friends weren't supposed to lie to each other," he frowned. "I wouldn't say it was necessarily a lie, Hao."

He scoffed as a playful smile was adorn on his lips. Once you were close enough to him, he pulled you in close. You were standing in between his legs as he peered up at you. His hands slowly began moving up and down your arms.

"But you weren't quite exactly truthful with me. How long did you think you could go without confessing to me?" "As long as possible if it meant keeping our friendship." With one hand on your wrist, the other hand moved up to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. "Good thing I don't want to be your friend anymore."

You swore you could hear your heart shatter into a million pieces at the statement. What did his girlfriend, or whoever she was now, say to him? "Because I don't think friends can do this."

Pulling gently on your wrist, Minghao seemingly eliminated any space between the two of you. He pulled you close enough so your knee hit your bed before leaning up to kiss you. You couldn't even resist. This was what you always wanted, to be his.

You kissed him back, gently moving so his back hit the bed and you were on top of him. Minghao smiled into the kiss, clearly happy about the reciprocation. His hand left your wrist to hold your way, the other cradling your face. You didn't even have time to move your hands onto him before he moved you over so he laid beside you.

The only sound in the room was the sound of your lips smacking against his. He was just as good of a kisser as you imagined.

Slowly, you pulled back. He offered a gentle smile as you did the same, but he could see there was something on your mind.

"You don't need to worry. I ended things with here. She pointed out that I was eyeing you all night, in the way maybe a best friend shouldn't," he confessed.

Your hands gently moved to cup his face. Hearing that news, you couldn't help but let your smile grow wider.

"Now who was the one who could've made things easier?" You teased.

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pov

Summary: Your loving boyfriend wants you to see what he sees.

Characters/Pairing: Xu Minghao (The8) X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

AU/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, the way reader looks isn't described very vividly, very explicit smut, body worship, Minghao nicknames: hao/babe/honey, yn nicknames: love/hun/honey, mirror sex, lots of praise!!, L-bombs EVERYWHERE, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

Rating: 18+

A/N: heavy inspiration from pov by Ariana Grande (yes another reskin of a fic i wrote before pls dont yell at me)

"I just can't see myself the way you see me, Hao." You say, barely above a whisper. Your boyfriend was the perfect boyfriend- no, the perfect person that everyone wanted to be, or wanted to be with. He was everything that you weren't. And on days when it gets really bad, you think that maybe you didn't deserve him.

Most of these thoughts, however, are quelled with just a kiss on your shoulder. His lips linger on your skin for a beat longer, savoring the warmth and pressure of your skin on his pillow lips. "Alright then, I'll show you."

He ushers your head to turn to the mirror at the foot of his bed. The dim purple lights make the room hazy, but you still manage to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He kisses your shoulder again, "Do you see yourself? I love the warmth of your skin, the way it feels against mine. But that isn't the only thing I love about you" he pauses, his voice almost lost to the quiet of the room as he whispers in your ear, his hair tickling your cheek. "I love your mind, beautiful with all the colors only you can show me, you are my miracle. Perfection in my arms."

You feel the warmth of his palms radiating off of him, his smooth skin ghosting the span of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Minghao moves to your other shoulder, kissing every mark in your skin with reverence, your name sounded like a prayer as it left his lips.

You lean back, your back pressed against his toned chest as you relax, letting him guide you, and handle your pleasure.

"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch.

His fingertips danced on your skin, warmth rippled from the contact like a drop that fell into the water, it was gentle, almost non-existent, but the love that swelled in your heart, you could feel that.

His fingers reached the band of your underwear, fingers carefully tracing it, "May I?" he asks, meeting your eyes in the mirror, looking at you, almost pleading.

"Please." You say in desperation, you wanted him to touch you more, you wanted him to hold you closer.

He pulls your underwear down your thighs, and you step out of them as he discards it somewhere off the bed. Carefully, his fingers brush against your clit, the brief contact making you gasp, reaching behind you to hold onto him.

"Keep looking hun, look at us, look at you." He says in a breath, fingers putting more pressure onto your clit as he moves them down to your entrance, collecting your wetness, before slowly moving it up back to your clit to rub slow circles into it.

Such a simple touch, yet with his breath on your neck, his warmth behind you, and your eyes meeting in the mirror, everything was so overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Minghao, I love you." You way between gasps, this caused his stroking to go faster, rubbing at your clit with more purpose.

"I love you too, so much. You are beautiful to me, more than anyone can comprehend." He says, kissing and sucking marks into your neck, the hand that wasn't stroking your clit came up to cup your breast, pinching and pulling at the pebbled nipple.

Gasps and quiet moans leave you, affirmations and words of his love for you only added to your pleasure, he finally leaves your clit to press his fingertips at your entrance, collecting your essence on his fingers before entering, two fingers pumping into your heat in a steady rhythm.

You moan out his name, the drag of his fingers making your eyes roll back before you meet his gaze in the mirror again. In the dim light, you can see yourself, bare with your skin flushed, his fingers fucking into your pussy with fervor. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as the knot in your stomach starts to coil, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

You repeat his name like a mantra as he fucks you through your high, bliss, brought to you by the hands of your lover, as he kisses your skin and praises you for your beauty.

"That was beautiful, if only you saw yourself come undone for me, you'd understand why I worship you." He continues to kiss 'I love you's into your skin as you come down from your high.

He presses his palm on your back, slowly pushing you forward, "Hold your arms out hun, keep looking at the mirror." He said as you support your weight on your forearms, on all fours, still looking at the mirror.

You see him undressing, peeling off his covers one garment at a time. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his hands, as he pressed his chest into your back, he reached for yours, fingers intertwining as he kissed your shoulders for the nth time this night. "I love you, so much, please let me take you." He meets your eyes in the mirror.

"I love you, please, make me yours." You give his hand a gentle yet firm squeeze.

You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your folds, collecting the wetness. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your pussy, the hardness and the subtle throbbing with the stretch of his girth took your breath away.

Slowly, Minghao started to thrust his length into you, slow, fulfilling strokes into your heat, each met with gasps and moans from you. Minghao moans and whines, you feel the vibrations of his chest on your back, his hot breath, and his moans in your ear.

Minghao started to thrust faster, one hand moving to rub at your clit, "I can't believe you're all mine, you're perfect, I love you." He said in between pants.

"I love you too, Minghao! Take me, I love you." You try your best to say in between moans. Another familiar coil twists in your core, and your pussy squeezes Minghao's cock for all his worth.

"Are you close? I'm right behind you baby, please, cum with me." He says, squeezing your hand in his hold, fingers still intertwined just as they should be.

"Fuck, Minghao, I love you- I'm cumming!-" You gasp, hot white pleasure blinds you temporarily as you gush around his cock, still, in the throws of pleasure, unable to break your gaze from his.

"Oh- I love you, I'm cumming-!" Minghao was right behind you, going over the edge and spilling his seed into you. The gush of heat from his cum couldn't compare to the warmth in his embrace.

He tenderly rubs your skin, kissing you and telling you he loves you until the sunrise.

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imnameimswrld · 5 months

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ㅤㅤㅤⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐍𝐅𝐖𝐌𝐁 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ XMH ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which hao and y/n's gets wrongfully exposed, and hao does not stand for it ( inspired by hozier's song "nfwmb" – Nothing Fucks With My Baby )

— PAIRING ੭ the8 x fem!fashion!designer!student.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

❪ main masterlist | kpop masterlist | svt masterlist | the8 masterlist ❫

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dispatch netizens rage over leaked pictures of SEVENTEEN'S THE8 on, what appears to be a weekend getaway to Paris, France, with alleged girlfriend.

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user now who the hell...

user oh ???

user picture 2 is giving gold digger, she's obvs using myungho for his money omg.

↳ user wow, u can tell all that from a picture 😄 !? shut the fuck up and find something better to do than drag an innocent woman.

user ya'll are some wild mfs, she hasn't done a single thing wrong the hell.

user and you guys call urself the8 stans ? nah, bro ain't gonna stand for this

HYBE Ordered By SEVENTEEN's THE8 To Take Legal Action For Maliscious Comments Made Towards Newly Revealed Girlfriend.

May 01, 2024ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤby K Choi

The SEVENTEEN member was recently sighted roaming the streets of Paris with an unfamiliar woman. Fans claimed it to be a partner, and later THE8 himself confirmed by addressing it on his Weverse Live on April 29th.

The idol claimed that she deserved respect and to be treated like a human being, and that those who are being inhumane towards her do not label themselves as his supporters.

HYBE revealed that they will take further legal actions on any hateful comments they come across, and that netizens should refrain from being disrespectful of her, and their private relationship.

We wish the couple everything of happiness and prosperity !

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xuminghao_o replied to your story !

I love you baby 🤍

I love you more hao 🤍🤍

ho5hi_kwon replied to your story !

they could never make me hate you y/n ✊

...thanks ? 😭

I gotchu girl

thanks hosh 😭

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xuminghao_o always yours, 亲爱的 💋

( trans: my love )

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user she's so gorgeous...

↳ ynusername thank you, you are too !

↳ user oh- hi queen !!

ho5hi_kwon hao I got ur girlfriend to do horanghae w/me 😝

↳ xuminghao_o is that so ? proof.

↳ ho5hi_kwon ...damnit, ofc she deleted it.

↳ joshu_acoustic lol

↳ jeonghaniyoo_n lol x2

↳ pledis_boo lol x9, vouching for the others 😄

↳ ho5hi_kwon you're all jester haters of the tiger club 🐯 !!!

↳ ynusername ...yeah, sorry hosi :)

↳ xuminghao_o don't apologize love, it's ridiculous and he knows it

↳ ho5hi_kwon RAAAAAWWWWW 🐯🐯🐯

user nah y/n is locked in for life.

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˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚ My First Love // Choi Seungcheol

Idol: SEVENTEEN - Choi Seungcheol Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader Genre: HighschoolAU, Strangers to lovers, Soft Popular boy Seungcheol, Choir Leader Seungcheol. Did I miss anything? Warnings: Giselle from AESPA, Jeno from NCT DREAM, heavy language, hair pulling, swears, slapping, punching, blood(a bit), cursing, broken bone, first kiss, New Year's kiss, pet names/nicknames, pinning! Let me know if I missed anything Word count: 7.4k Please tell me if it's rushed <3 Likes and reblogs are appreciated!! <3 DISCLAIMER! This is only the first part!! There will be a second part published soon!

A Saturday unlike any other... Or was it?

Saturday, December 31th, 2023 marks the annual school festival before the New Year. The students of the school would participate in various activities, or volunteer to help with setting up or making booths for the festival.

When the festival starts there are various things students, parents, and friends can do; such as check out food stands, try out the games, or even participate in different shows!

But the highlight of this festival is the performance contest, where students compete with various songs and dances to perform in front of the audience in order to win first place.

You sent in your volunteer form to the class president on Friday and got an email the same day stating that they would love your help with volunteering, and so you slept with no worries on your mind.

Saturday morning, you woke up and washed up quickly, taking out your school's training uniform from your closet to wear as well as an outfit to wear for the festival as you neatly placed it in your bag and zipped it close.

After you finished changing, you came down from your room, the smell of breakfast travelling through the house as your mom was cooking from the kitchen. “Mom, what's for breakfast?” you inquired as you stood behind her with a yawn and stretched while watching her set the table. “Kimchi jeon. Has your father not woken up yet?” she replied quickly, seemingly busy and focused on setting the table.

“It smells so good!” you smiled and spoke enthusiastically before thanking her, but shook your head to her question as you sat down at the table. She groaned before massaging her forehead, making you giggle as she stomped to their room with a look of anger and annoyance overtaking her.

You could hear the sound of her yelling as well as a thud, you guessed it was your dad falling onto the floor after being woken up by your mom. A

chuckle left your lips as you shoved a few pieces of kimchi jeon in your mouth and watched them walk out and approach the dinner table. You munched on the food happily while smiling at your dad as a greeting, holding back your laugh as you stared at his dishevelled hair.

Your eyes drifted to your mom as you thanked her for the food and happily continued eating, giving her a thumbs up to express your feedback.

She smiled as she put more on your plate, “Eat a lot before you go to school, okay?” you nodded and happily took the kimchi jeon she gave you, eating it with joy. When you looked up from your plate you could see your father pouting at her, causing you to giggle at his childish antics. Your mother stared at him with disbelief before putting a piece on his plate, he smiled like a puppy before kissing her on the cheek and eating his share joyfully.

Once your plate was empty, you put your chopsticks down and got up, putting on your shoes that were beside the table. Your dad noticed you acting in a hurry, “Sweetheart, do you want me to give you a ride to school?” you shook your head and thanked him, sending him a final smile as you blew a kiss to your mom and rushed to the front door.

“No, thanks dad! I’ll take the bus instead!” he nodded and both of your parents bid you goodbye, you doing the same gesture as you ran out of the door.

You hurried down the road, your eyes catching the bus as you motioned for the bus driver to wait for you as soon as he was about to leave, which he thankfully did, you hopped on and paid for your fare, bowing to the driver hurriedly as you looked for a seat to sit in.

All of the seats were occupied except for one next to a boy, you quickly walked to it and excused yourself as you sat beside him, staring at the window as a distraction to pass the time. When your eyes drifted towards the window, you noticed the attire the boy was wearing and it was your school uniform with a grey jacket over the shirt.

Unconsciously, your eyes travelled up to stare at his face, widening a bit at the sudden familiarity before staring back to the window. It was Choi Seungcheol, the most popular guy in your highschool. You almost slapped yourself for being so stupid. How did you not recognise him? Who wouldn’t recognize him?

When you walked on the bus, Seungcheol was too busy staring at his phone to notice you but as soon as he heard you excuse yourself and sit down beside him he immediately looked up to capture your face. He’s seen you before, he thinks, but he doesn’t remember your name, and then he remembered.

Once you both locked eyes he was stunned, both of your eyes widening before Seungcheol cleared his throat and stared ahead of him as he broke eye contact. He didn’t expect you out of all the people to be sitting next to him, of course he had nothing against you, but it was only a surprising encounter.

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him every now and then, it was impossible to keep your eyes off of him when he’s sitting right beside you.

“The next stop is: Jikji-daero.” The loud monotone voice of the driver spoke through the speaker, alerting both of you and making your ears perk up as you and Seungcheol both got ready to hop off.

There was only a couple of metres until Jikji-daero, making it rather awkward for the both of you as you cleared your throat, gripping the strap of your backpack as it rested on your shoulder. You wanted to start a conversation and clear the awkwardness so you cleared your throat.

“Are you participating or volunteering?” You asked him, he gave you a confused look and pointed to himself, wanting to make sure he was the person you’re talking to and you nodded, “The school festival.” you cleared your question more in case he did not understand.

But he gave you a nod, understanding what you were talking about. “Kind of both.” Seungcheol replied, making you nod your head as you went back to staring ahead of you. “What about you?” you weren’t expecting him to continue the conversation, but you looked back at him and tilted your head as you locked eyes.

His eyes looked soft as he stared at you, the little pout he made while concentrating on hearing your answer made your heart flutter.

Wait… What?

You shook off the sudden thoughts, clearing your throat as you blinked and spoke up. “Oh- uhm I’m volunteering.” He nodded in return, quite interested in your answer. It was the first time he’s been like this, with every other girl it was different, whenever they would ask him a question or start a conversation he would either nod, shake his head, or shrug his shoulders as he zoned out because he wasn’t interested in whatever they were talking about at all.

But this was different for him. Why? Were you the reason, or was it the subject you were talking about?

“We have reached: Jikji-daero.” The driver’s voice was heard once again, both of you stood up as you hurriedly rushed to the door of the bus to avoid bumping into people, hopping off and running towards your school.

Seungcheol giggled at that as he watched you rush out of the bus, he took his time as he hopped off, bowing to the driver as he walked in the same direction as yours. Once he was a couple of steps away from the school's gate he put up the hood of his jacket to prevent being swarmed by his 'Fanclub'.

It was funny to think about, that he was that famous to have a fanclub to himself.

But in all honesty, Seungcheol hated the attention. He never asked for it and it made him look like an attention seeker which only made his situation worse. Especially since his friends around started applauding him for it, it has gotten more and more obnoxious to handle each day, but he couldn’t say anything because he doesn’twant to ruin his friendships that he’s built over the years.

You rush past the school’s gates and head inside, squeezing through the crowd of students in the hallway as you navigate your way to the president’s room.

Once you found the room among the students almost being squished together, you knock on the door before going in, bowing to the class president as he looks busy with the papers on his table.

“Jeno? I’m here to take the schedule for the festival. You sent me an email yesterday?” His head lifted from the papers at the sound of your voice as you announced your presence, he seemed to be so immersed in the papers that he didn’t notice you coming in.

A soft smile appeared on his face before nodding. “Ah yes, here-” He bent down from his sitting position on the chair, opening a cabinet and taking out a paper. He closed the cabinet and sat back up, stretching out his hand for you to take the paper. “It is.”

“Thank you! Is there anything you need from me before I head out?” You asked after thanking him, looking at the paper and reading the times that you should be there at. Jeno nodded, “Actually, I was wondering if you could help take over the kissing booth today? Yujin called in sick so she won’t be able to attend.”

You stared at him in shock, there was a kissing booth? Nevermind that, you had stuff to do and organise, your schedule would be crammed if you agreed and you would have too much on your plate to handle.

“Don’t worry about the other tasks I gave you. I already gave them to other students so you wouldn’t be stressed out about having a crammed schedule.” Your eyes widened in relief and shock, you didn’t expect him to take you into consideration and do this for you and it was really kind of him to care about your worries.

“Thank you so much, I didn’t expect you to take my old schedule into consideration…” an awkward chuckle left your lips as you spoke, and upon hearing your chuckle Jeno could feel his heart flutter, causing him to chuckle back happily. “Of course I would, I read your entry email. You seemed hardworking, and I needed that kind of student for volunteering.”

Your face flushed a faint pink as you slowly nodded, smiling as you thanked him. “Thank you. I should head out and get started, I don’t wanna be late.” Jeno nodded, smiling back as he went back to working on the papers.

Bowing to Jeno as a goodbye, you left the room and made your way outside to the area where the kissing booth was being held. As soon as you got outside you looked around, the school had already started preparing and building structures and stages for the booth. You quickly spotted the kissing booth so you made your way over.

Your eyes caught the figure of your friend Giselle, so you waved to her while walking over as you spoke up. “Giselle! You signed up to volunteer for the booth?” Giselle nodded as she gestured for you to help her with the sign. “Yup! Did you sign up for it too?” You chuckled at her as you sat down, helping her stick the red cardboard letters onto a piece of big foam board. “Not really, Jeno gave me Yujin’s position since she called in sick.”

Giselle nodded, understanding as she giggled, “I bet he was all smiley when you were with him.” You stared at her, surprised at her words as if she was there with you when you spoke with Jeno. “How did you know?” She laughed loudly and gave your shoulder a playful shove. “Girl! How did you not realize it yet? He has a thing for you!!” You immediately turned red, shaking your head as you protested and shoved her back. “Me? No no! He was just being nice like he always is!” Giselle gasped dramatically as she playfully smacked your shoulder causing you to fake a pained look as you held it momentarily.

“Absolutely not! He’s had a thing for you for like three weeks now!” You decided to ignore her teasing, working on sticking the letters ‘T’ and ‘H’ to finish the banner. “Anyway… Could you grab the paper kiss pieces? They're in a small box behind the booth.”

You nodded with a playful groan which Giselle laughed at, standing up and dusting the dirt off of your pants before walking behind the booth. Your eyes wandered around as you walked in further and started looking for the box amongst other boxes and materials.

A noise caught your attention which made you look up and from your search and stare in the direction of the noise. It was a group of 3 female students and they were carrying boxes and bags as they surrounded a male student which you soon deduced was Seungcheol. It looked like they wanted to give the stuff to him, but he was ignoring them and refusing repeatedly as he kept trying to walk away from them.

A giggle left your lips as you continued watching them, not only was he trying his best to escape them but the students were disturbing everyone with how loud they were being as they urged him to accept their stuff.

An idea popped into your head so you raised your hand and waved to him, calling out his name and hoping he could hear you. “Choi Seungcheol!” Your voice successfully managed to gain their attention, the 3 girls sending you dirty looks as Seungcheol pointed to himself, looking confused.

“Yeah you! You were supposed to help me with these an hour ago! Hurry over!” You faked an urgent tone in your voice which made him seem to understand what you were trying to do, excusing himself from the students before hurrying over to your side. Seungcheol stops right in front of you, a relieved smile on his face as he sends you a smile while thanking you. “Thank you.”

You looked at him, feigning confusion. “For what? I do actually need your help.” shrugging, pointing to the mess of boxes and materials around you as you gave him a tight lipped smile. He replied with a confident and relieved tone. “For whatever the reason, I needed a break from them.”

He scratched the back of his head and nodded as he focused on the mysterious task that you needed help with. “What do you need help with?” Seungcheol asked and watched you walk over to a pile of random stuff in the corner, expecting him to follow you which he did. “I need to find a small box with the paper kiss pieces. But I have no idea what it looks like since Giselle didn’t specify…” he nodded again and stood beside you as he followed your lead, gently moving away some stuff so they wouldn’t break as he continued looking with you.

After almost 30 minutes of rummaging through boxes and bags, you heard an exclamation from Seungcheol. “Found it!” Your head whipped around to his voice as you let out a long relieved sigh and faced him, hurriedly walking over.

“Let’s go!” you cheered as you reached up to give him a high five, he raised his hand and accepted the action. And then you both paused, why were you celebrating and giving high fives? An awkwardness fell between you as you realised what happened, clearing your throat and giving him a small smile.

You took the box from him and spoke up, “I’m gonna go back to helping Giselle…” You didn’t know what to say, it was still awkward between you two and you were a bit embarrassed. “If you wanna come and help…!” You nodded with a pursed smile before turning away and walking back to where Giselle was.

A small chuckle left his lips as he watched you walk away from him, stuffing his hands in his pockets, he shook his head before walking away from the booth, looking around briefly to make sure no one was following him.

“What took you so long?!” Giselle exclaimed and stood up from where she was sitting, walking towards you and taking the box from your hands with a joking glare. You let out a loud groan at her as you returned her playful glare. “The box was hidden really well, I had to ask for someone’s help to find it!”

She tilted her head in confusion but then raised her eyebrow as a smirk slowly made its way onto her face. “Who’d you ask? Because most of the students here have class.” You slightly panicked at her question, as much as you loved Giselle you couldn’t tell her that the most popular guy in school was helping you find a small box that you couldn’t even see.

You shrugged, looking away from her and pursed your lips as you spoke nonchalantly. “I don’t know, just some freshman who ditched his class.” Lying was your best option, you didn’t want your friend to assume stuff and tell everyone else as you don’t trust her that much with that type of information.

“Ah.. Okay, just help me stick these and we’ll be all done for the sign of the booth.” You nodded and sat down slightly smiling to yourself happily as she believed your lie, you opened the box and grabbed the glue from a bag on the ground as you turned it open and began applying some on the back of a paper kiss cut-out as you squeezed the bottle before putting the glue down and sticking the cut-out on the foam board. You and Giselle continued doing this until all of the cut-outs were randomly and neatly placed on the foam board.

Once the sign was finished, you and Giselle stood up and carried it carefully to the stage. “Thanks for the help, I’ll let the guys know the sign is ready to be hung.” You nodded at her thanks and her information as you spoke up, wanting to help out more. “Is there anything else I can help with?” She tilted her head in thought before shaking it, pointing to the guys who were hanging the curtains up.

“It’s fine, we’ve got everything covered. I’ll text you an hour before opening!” Giselle spoke with an excited tone as she gave you a quick hug before pulling away and focusing with the other volunteers. You nodded at her response, smiling at her before making your way to the cafeteria.

Why did Jeno clear the rest of your schedule just for this? You certainly thought you’d stay there and help out until opening but here you are, walking to the cafeteria to get some lunch as your stomach was yelling at you for food.

The cafeteria wasn’t as crowded as it usually was, which made you sigh and smile in relief since it was a good thing, meaning you can take your food and quickly sit on an empty table before someone else steals it from you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

You ended up spending some extra time at the cafeteria, reading a random book that you found in your bag as you waited for the time to pass. You were focusing on the current page, eyes burning into the book with concentration until you heard the chair slide from across you, eyes slowly lifting up with your face as you looked up and saw him, Choi Seungcheol.

You looked at him in confusion, head tilting and brows furrowing as you spoke, “What are you doing?” he only looked at you desperately, sitting down and putting his elbows on the table as he raised his hands and intertwined them. “I need your help.” his voice pleading, practically begging for your help as you continued to stare at him.

A soft sigh escaped you as you pointed at yourself to confirm that he was addressing you and not someone else, and he nodded immediately. You didn’t even get a chance to agree or deny his request as he spoke up right after.

“See that table behind you?” Your face softened now, curiosity written all over it as you turned around to look, but before you could he reached out across and gently grabbed your wrist and tugged at it, successfully preventing you from looking behind you. You tensed up, a strange feeling in your stomach as your face heated up and your body tingled at his sudden touch, but you weren’t even aware of it. “What about it?” you spoke in a slightly mumbling tone, clearing your throat as you slowly pulled your wrist out of his grip and brought it towards you.

He sighed as his eyes flickered to your hand as you retracted it, biting his bottom lip as he then answered her question. “Same students, they haven’t left me alone since you helped me out.” You nodded, letting out a low ‘ah’ and closing the book in your hands as you understood him perfectly. They’ve been clinging to follow him ever since you called him over a while ago.

An awkward silence then settled between you, which made you feel slightly uncomfortable so you decided to break it by clearing your throat. “But won’t you sitting here with me make them think we’re together?” You pointed to each other as you spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which made Seungcheol stare at his hands before fiddling with them, a small smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, I am. But I had no idea how to get rid of them.” You knew he was desperate just by the sound of his voice so you nodded in response. “Don’t worry about it, we can just sit until it’s time for me to go back.”

He looked up at you, nodding and smiling like a happy puppy as the corners of his lips would almost reach his ears from how he was smiling so brightly. And his smile made you smile as well.

You spent a while conversing with Seungcheol and you had to admit, he was fun to be around with and you enjoyed his company more than you thought you would. He even let you call him ‘Cheol’, which is a nickname only used by his friends, and you appreciated it and wanted to call him by his nickname badly, but you knew you two weren’t even remotely close.

The sound of a ring of a bell came from your phone which prompted you to stop the conversation, excusing yourself as you took it out from your pocket and stared at the screen. “It’s Giselle, she said she’d text me an hour before the festival starts.” you explained to him so he wouldn’t get confused and misunderstand you.

He nodded and smiled widely. “It’s fine, I had a nice time talking to you. And thank you, again.” he voiced his thanks once more, making your heart melt as a shy chuckle left your lips and you smiled back at him while nodding as you replied to him. “It’s no problem, Seungcheol. I had fun talking with you.”

You stood up from your seat and sent him a small wave, bidding your goodbyes and making your way out of the school building and towards the kissing booth.

Once you arrived Giselle spotted you immediately and waved excitedly as she pointed to the finished outcome of the booth, you smiled at her as your eyes flew to the booth, admiring the structure of it. The sign turned out really nicely, and the small stage was neat and clean, the pink curtains were closed concealing the backstage as you saw one of the students holding a checklist paper, checking and making sure everything was perfect before the festival started.

“Everything’s ready?” You asked Giselle who only nodded, smiling widely as she looked very excited and proud at her hard work and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Yeah! We just need to make some adjustments for the lighting and we’ll be all good.” You nodded to her reply as Giselle handed you a clipboard with an attendance paper attached to it for the volunteers.

“Make sure every person on that paper is here, we need to make sure everyone on the paper is present. Otherwise we’ll be ‘short staffed’.” You nodded again, taking the clipboard from her as she handed you a pen which you gladly took too. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to check everyone off.”

You started walking around the booth, asking every student for their name before you ticked them off and applauded them for their hard work.

After everyone’s name was checked off, you reported back to Giselle who seemed delighted with you working hard and accomplishing your tasks. She smiled softly at you, nodding after you handed her the clipboard with everything checked off and completed.

“Everyone’s checked off for right now, there are only 2 people that I couldn’t find… I’m assuming they’re in class.” You showed her the names of those people, ‘Park Seobin’ and ‘Hwang Minji’. Giselle nodded, grabbing the pen and crossing them off, you looked at her in confusion.

“Those two already said they won’t be able to help out, I’ve already replaced them so it won’t be a problem.” She informed you as she started writing down the names of the new volunteers and checking them off, scratching out the old names.

You nodded, staying silent as you waited for her to give you another task, “Oh, right-! Can you head to the back to check the lighting? I need to make sure everything’s working before we start and I don’t have time to check.” You nodded again, assuring her that you can take one task off her back as you smiled brightly and ran to the back of the stage.

Once you passed the stage and kept walking, you saw a male student hunched over the light system that had a laptop next to it. “Is everything alright? Everything’s working?” his ears perked up at the sound of your voice and he lifted his head, a shocked expression on his face once he saw you.

“Jeno?” “y/n!” both of you spoke up at the same time as you smiled and approached him. He stood up, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “I had no idea you’d be here… I thought you were supervising the other booths?” you asked with a curious tone.

“I was supposed to do that, yeah… But I thought I’d check out this one first.” you tilted your head, not fully convinced with his reason but you nodded anyway. “I had no idea you could do this..” you responded and gestured to the light system as he nodded.

“Yeah… My dad works with these things, he has his own company that sells them.” a long ‘ah’ left your lips in understanding as you stood next to him, he started going over the basics of the lighting system; picking the colour, changing the brightness, the patterns… etc.

You were pretty intrigued, that you were learning something new and it looked quite fun to do. “But yeah, aside from that everything’s ready.” he assured you with a soft look as a sigh of relief left your lips, smiling as you pointed behind you. “Okay.. Then I won’t take up much of your time, I have to-”

The sound of someone yelling your name cut you off, you turned to look back to see who it was. A group of female students, specifically 3 of them as they approached you with their arms crossed. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!”

Jeno looked at you, you looked back with a slight shrug and a shake of your head as confusion was written all over your face. “Who are you..?” you answered and watched as they stepped closer to you, and you didn’t bother to hide your confusion from them.

One of them smiled weirdly, holding back her laughter as the girl beside her nudged her to not lose her composure. “We’re Giselle’s classmates! She wanted us to come and get you for something.” This definitely seemed fishy. Why did Giselle need you? You thought you were done with everything? “But everything’s done? Why would she need me?” The girl looked at you with a dirty look, but quickly masked it off with a forced smile.

“Apparently the banner for the booth fell onto the stage, she needs your help to find something to stick it back on.” you slightly tilted your head at her response, your eyes looking between them and reading them carefully before nodding, looking back at Jeno and sending him an apologetic look.

He nodded, understanding the situation and smiled softly and you took this as your queue to agree to them. “Okay, where is she?” One of the girls shook her head with a chuckle, walking towards you and wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, we'll take you to her!” you were a bit surprised by her sudden grip but you nodded anyway and followed them to wherever Giselle was.

You didn’t trust them at all but you needed to play along and allow yourself to be dragged by them to not look suspicious. “How did the banner fall? I thought it stuck on really well.” They all chuckled in unison, it seemed very forced and fake but you decided not to mention it. “Oh some dumb nerd was trying to fix the angle of it and he knocked it over.”

You nodded slowly, following them to the basement of the school to the storage room where all the materials for the booths were being kept in. And once you reached your destination, the girl let go of her grip from around your shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she stood beside you, and signalled for the other girls to open the door.

You walked in first and soon confusion hit you like a slap to the face. “Where’s Giselle?” The girl pushed you deeper inside the room causing you to stumble forward, a bewildered look on your face as you sharply turned around and stared at them in disbelief. “What the actual fuck?”

“I can’t believe you were stupid enough to believe us.” the girl with blonde hair stated, a dry chuckle left her lips as it was soon followed by the same dirty look as it returned to her face. The girl on her left scoffed, her eyes searching the room before landing on something next to her. A wide smirk spread across her face as she slowly walked forward, grabbing the wooden plank that was thrown onto the floor.

“Especially since you were all lovey dovey with Cheol almost all day, he would never like someone like you.” a scoff left her lips as she spoke mockingly, tightly holding onto the plank while looking you up and down with a disgusted look on her face. You scoffed, that’s what this is about? Because you were close to him for the day?

You scoffed loudly, crossing your arms as you looked them up and down. “What and do you think he’ll like you? A piece of plastic?” The comeback came to you almost instantly, a sly smirk plastered onto your face, seeing their shocked expressions was very funny to you.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” her voice had gotten slightly louder, despite her ‘minions’ glaring at her to quiet down, she was beyond angry. You stepped forward, opening your mouth wider as you spoke again. “A piece of plastic. Have you gone deaf?” she gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the wooden plank and raising it as she harshly smacked your head, a clear thud echoing through the room. “You bitch! No wonder you keep sticking around him! You’re such a slut!”

The impact of the plank sent you stumbling back, a small grunt of pain leaving your lips as you raised your hand to touch your head but immediately retracted it, hissing as you looked at the tips of your fingers. Blood.

Your head was ringing, your vision getting slightly blurry as you looked up at them. “What the fuck is wring with you?!” you yelled as you stood up. They all chuckled, one of the girls raising her leg and kicking your stomach. “Stay down, slut.”

Your body hit the floor, holding out your hands to keep yourself from getting more injured, but they scraped against the floor making you hiss in pain once more. The blonde stepped forward, crouching down to your level as she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, “This is a warning.” she spoke quietly, her voice laced with venom as she raised her hand, slapping you once. “Stay away-” twice. “From Cheol.” three times. Her other hand moved up and gripped your hair, pulling it back quickly as you let out a yelp, feeling your hair harshly pulling at your scalp. She looked satisfied, letting you go and gesturing for the other girls to have a go at you.

It didn’t stop.

The punching, the beating with and without a plank, and the constant pain your body was in. You were pretty sure some part of you was broken, everything was blurry to you and you could feel the blood running down your face from the hit on the head.

It was way past the time for the festival to start, and you knew Gisellewould be worried sick about your absence and about who would help her organise.

And you were right, she was running frantically around their booth as her eyes searched for you like a crazy woman, everyone noticed her distress and offered their help to look for you when she told them you couldn’t be reached. And one person in particular noticed as well. Choi Seungcheol.

He was walking through the festival as soon as it started, looking at the different booths and activities that the students had worked on, but something was weird for him, when he looked over to the kissing booth he’d seen the state Giselle was in and he couldn’t help but walk over to find out what had happened that caused the booth to be delayed.

Giselle bit at her thumb anxiously as she looked around, her eyes noticing him as he approached her. “You’re here??” she asked in the most surprised tone ever, which caused him to tilt his head in confusion as he stopped to stand in front of her. “What’s going on?” he asked back with a serious tone that was slightly laced with worry.

She explained everything to him, finally getting to the point that you were missing. His eyes briefly widened at the information as a long sigh left his lips, how could you go missing in a school full of students? He nodded mostly to himself, his hands resting on Giselle’s shoulders in comfort. “Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” he tried to reassure her or at least bring her stress level down a little bit. “I’ll start looking for her inside the school.” And before she could even give him a response he was running through the crowd of students to make his way inside the school.

Meanwhile, you were still cornered by the group of girls as you managed to cover your head from them continuously attacking you, eyes shut as you tried to endure the pain but your hands had gotten the worst of it.

“That’s enough.” You heard one of the girls say, but you couldn’t tell which one it was as the ringing kept running through your head on a loop. “I’m bored, let’s go enjoy the festival.” she spoke with a bored tone, scoffing as she stared at your body on the floor one more time before turning around and walking away, and the other girls following right behind her.

You could hear the shuffling of their feet as they walked away from you, and the sound of the plank being dropped to the floor as they walked out.

After waiting for a few minutes and slowly opening your eyes, you managed to help yourself up, your entire body shaking from pain and the lack of strength you currently had. You tried grabbing the nearest thing close to you to balance yourself, but you couldn’t focus your vision at all so you ended up stumbling against the wall, and you used it to your advantage as you leaned against it, taking a few breaths before pushing yourself to stand as you aided yourself out of the room.

You dragged your legs across the tiled floor as you walked slowly, your shoes making a screeching sound as they were dragged against the floor and you made sure to be out of sight from any student that was aimlessly walking inside the school, not wanting to stumble upon anyone in your current state. Every single bone in your body was screaming at you for being so stupid and allowing yourself to get hurt, your whole body was hurting and burning from the cuts and scratches but you didn’t know who to call for help.

As you pushed your body further and walked up the stairs, you immediately sat down on the floor of the empty and dim hallway, your back hitting the cold metal lockers as you groaned at the pain you were in. You slowly took out your phone from your pocket and stared at it, noticing the slightly cracked screen as you put it beside you.

You wondered if someone went looking for you, knowing Giselle would try to find you even if it meant closing the booth for a few more hours. But what you didn’t know was that an unexpected person was searching for you as well.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 l

Seungcheol didn’t know what came over him as he ran away from Giselle and made his way into the school, he barely knew you and the most interactions he had with you was today. So why was he hell bent and broken with worry on finding you when he found out you were missing?

He didn’t know the answer himself, that’s why he felt his confusion battling with his other emotions. What intrigued him even more was the side of himself that watched you ever since a few weeks ago and he was so enamoured by you, stealing glances whenever you weren’t looking his way, and following you whenever you go to the library or outside campus. He succeeded in keeping his secret as discrete and unaware as possible, but at what cost?

That’s why he slowed down his pace in the hallway, being out of breath from checking every classroom and every hidden place he had known. His steps echoed throughout the supposedly empty hallway as he breathed out his exhaustion softly, but that didn’t stop him from looking for you. Seungcheol’s eyes looked around in pure worry and concern as he slowed his pace and turned the corner of the hallway, but what he saw before him shocked him completely.

And as if on time, your ears picked up the sound of his footsteps which sent you panicking. Why would someone spend their time here instead of having fun at the festival?

So you froze, not knowing what to do as you awaited the person to approach you, your eyes widening as soon as you made eye contact. Why would he be here? Your words caught in your throat as you kept your eyes locked onto his, but what surprised you even more was his eyes widening too.

You wanted to move but you didn’t have the energy to do so, all of it being drained by walking over to this spot. His lips slowly parted, causing your breath to hitch softly as you waited for him to speak up. “y/n?” his familiar voice rang through your ears like a melodic bell, your vision was still a bit blurry so you couldn’t see his face properly but you still recognized him by his voice.

When Seungcheol approached you, you instinctively pushed your back further into the lockers, an unidentifiable look on your face as you kept blinking to restore your vision. “Hey…” he spoke softly, his voice quiet and sweet as he watched you blink repeatedly. “It’s okay.” he crouched down in front of you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders. You tensed under his touch, but soon realised that it was only soft and of comfort which made your body relax slightly.

You finally calmed down as your vision started to clear from your blinking, clearing your throat quietly as you spoke. “Cheol…?” your voice was expectedly quiet, but no pain could be felt as the adrenaline started rushing through your body. Seungcheol took in your state, eyes widening and full of worry as they roamed around your face, noticing as they lingered on the scratches and small bruises that littered your face but his heart skipped a beat when you called him by his nickname.

“What happened?” his tone was demanding, feeling him stare at you with anger flaring in his chest. But he didn’t show it in front of you, he didn’t dare to do it in the state you were currently in.

Seungcheol took notice of your laboured breaths, his thumbs gently rubbing small circles in your shoulder blades to help calm you down, and you did all thanks to him. “Who did this to you?” that was the question that sent butterflies in your stomach, your eyes never leaving his as your gaze softened, feeling yourself about to cry as you thought back to what happened earlier

But surprisingly you didn’t cry, opening your mouth to reply as you felt your lips trembling, a bit shocked as you weren’t expecting your voice to still be this quiet. “S-Some girls, they were obsessed with you or something...” fuck you stuttered, but in your situation and after all you’ve been through who wouldn’t?

A deep sigh left his lips, cursing under his breath as he slowly leaned towards you and helped you get up, his arm snaking around your waist as he kept a firm grip on you to prevent you from falling, the sudden change of movement eliciting a whimper of pain out of you.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office.” he said and looked at you, carefully studying the places of your injuries as he then broke his gaze to look forward. The sternness in his voice left no room for arguments so you purse your lips into a thin line as you nodded slowly while he continued his response, “I’ll help clean your wounds.” you nodded, leaning against him to support your body as you felt the energy draining out of you, but he understood so he nodded in return.

Your body almost immediately got used to his touch, puzzling you as to why you can feel comfort and safety just by his skin making contact with you. You didn’t admire him just by his looks like any other schoolgirl, but by his kindness, wits, and the big smile he always carried around on his face with him.

But you didn’t notice your body reacting to his presence, blushing whenever your eyes caught him, and feeling your body tingle when he was close to you. You didn’t notice until now, feeling the tingling in your body and your slightly heated cheeks.

And now you realize that he was indeed your first love.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

read part two here...

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yuusworldd · 4 months

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minghao.

twitter au;

in which minghao is posting like usual. you are posting on twitter like how you normally do. what happens when you start soft launching eachother? well your secret relationship obviously get discovered.

dont forget pt 1 :D

note: meow

#seventeen #svt fic #twitter au #female reader #kpop #seventeen smau #kpop imagines #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt crack #seo myungho #xu minghao #minghao x reader #minghao x you #svt smau #kpop smau #smau

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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TPC: Minghao is the master of Beer Pong

Series

Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

tags: cocky!minghao, manhandling, oral (reader giving), rough, fingering, wall stuff, choking (on cock and without), balls in mouth 😭, cum swallowing, dirty talk, heavy degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate.

author note: did i have a plan for this? no. but enjoy minghao being a menace

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Losing is not an option for Xu Minghao, even if you are his beer-pong partner.

Beer pong to most is a mere drinking game, but to Minghao, it is one of the many things he could brag about being good at and he likes knowing that he’s better at things than some people. It is simply his vice.

He admits when you volunteered to play a game as his partner, he was the slightest bit worried you’d skew his unusually positive results, but he’s Xu Minghao. He did exactly what needed to be done and as expected, his reputation precedes him.

He was launching balls like a skilled master, landing every shot when it was his turn, filling every one of the opposing cups in pristine precision. Eventually, he is nothing short of a victory, and a victory meant a reason to celebrate.

“S-shit, you’re so much better than imagined you’d be.”

Your hands are flushed around his girth, while your mouth is unremorseful as you cover every inch. His body relaxed on the wall behind him, heavily depending on the single lightbulb above your heads to focus on your glossy gaze that stares back at him in hunger.

Usually, beer isn’t enough to get Minghao’s mouth running, so that impelled him to make the game a bit more interesting by adding kaoliang liquor in a few of the cups. Not that it mattered when he started drinking straight from the bottle. You, however–a lightweight having your fair share of losses–drank two or three of the cups, resulting lack of inhibition when it came to your beer-pong partner, who couldn’t look more edible than the microwave burritos you were also craving.

He throws leisure jerks back at your throat, guiding you with his fingers through your hair that is wrapped in knots around his knuckles. The initial pain from the grip subsides with his filthy praises as he fully darkened glower watches you take him inch by inch. You muffle your moans in your venture, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, and in the right light, Minghao can catch the delectable glisten of your drool falling out the corner of your lips.

“That’s right. You want to drain my balls down your throat, don’t you, filthy slut?”

Minghao isn’t himself with the alcohol in his system–or so he is rationalizing in his head–so the dirty talk is all coming from his ass, but if he knew any better, he’d think you’re enjoying it. A smile stretches so wide on your face, a giggle can’t help but escape from his. He adores seeing you work so hard, especially for his benefit.

He sees and feels your head bob in response, and in turn, he groans, thrusting back into your narrow pipe. His balls hit your chin, plugging the entry of oxygen, and your mascara runs down your cheeks from tears that finally shed.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” his thrusts get harder, pushing himself down deeper, and the whines suppressed around him release in vibrations up his length. Minghao shudders violently. “Fuck, you little…stupid…slut…”

It’s interesting how bad you are at beer pong considering you quite literally are taking him balls deep, puffing your cheeks up similarly to a chipmunk storing away nuts in their mouth. It is impressive, shocking, yet so enthralling. He holds you by the back of your head, stilling your mouth over his entire structure, and his thick, viscous cum runs hot down your throat. He clenches his abdomen, holding you down, and still fucking your mouth until breathing becomes a foreign action even through your nose.

You cough when Minghao pulls out of you, his cum trailing down your chin and neck. He makes sure you're okay, pulling you up from the ground. The warmth in his eyes gives you whiplash, having you nod without even considering what words had left his lips. It’s in that split second before he pins your chest against the wall, hand cushioning against your ass.

“Think it’s your turn. Time for your reward.”

The tip of his digit glides up the curve of your posterior before his entire hand rams down your pants and tugs them off to expose your bare cheeks. The draft within the closet you’ve hidden away hits your skin before Minghao’s palm does, making yelp from the stinging of your flesh. You latch forward to the wall you’re embracing, his digit gliding over your arousal-moist lips and coating himself in a thin film.

“Shit, my cock made you that wet? How cute.” He swats your ass again, his moist thick lips catching the nape of your neck.

You moan his name, drunken and horny, and that same digit plunges into your core as his body presses against you. You feel his cock—once depressed from climaxing—start to inflate again and nudge against your back. You’re trembling, but don’t fear what’s to occur.

“Aren’t you glad we won,” he asks, pushing another finger inside. His knuckles press into the plush of your ass, the distance closing between him and your g-spot. You gasp, clenching around him desperately. Sounds of anguish overtake you as he bites against your neck, fingers competing with the speed of light. “You get to have me finger fuck you just. Like. this. That’s what you wanted, isn't it? Have you come apart around my fingers after you’ve eaten my cum?”

You swallow your affirmations, embarrassment written all over your face until he slams you forward, and your burning cheeks squish harder against the cold wall in front of you.

“You’re not going to answer me? Slut?”

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out.

He scoffs. “You gonna be a good slut and take my cock after you’ve had your fun?”

“Y-yes, Minghao.”

His breath is hot against your neck, pace accelerating. “So. Obedient.”

You can feel his smile send shivers down your spine, crying his name while you are whimpering for more. You’ve become one with the wall and don’t remember a life before it, too lust blind to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, Minghao memorizes every sound you make, determined to ingrain it into his internal storage for future occurrences to reference. His mind boggles at the kind of specimen you are, so malleable and edible he wants to make every part of you shake with ecstasy. He’d kill to be the one to give you the most intense orgasm you’d ever have and he is eager to try.

He withdraws his fingers when you’re seconds away from climaxing and replaces them with his cock, fucking yours at the same pace his fingers once did. “Hao!”

Your whimpers come out high-pitched to the point of nearly shattering glass if any existed in this cramped space. Minghao’s chest—completely gotten bare without ever getting noticed—burns against your skin. You feel the slickness of his tongue run up your neck before claiming your lips, his free hand forcing you to turn your head to him by your chin.

“That’s right, you take my cock,” he mumbles. Hot pants leave his tired body, but his legs not showing him giving out. His body slammed your front harder against the wall, so hard already imaging the type of bruises he’s left behind. “You like me…fucking you deep and hard…just like this?”

“Yes, yes,” You squeak, your body not even getting a second to take a break from his manhandling.

Although he was lean, he was toned, powerful, and had a grip stronger than any industrial glue in existence. The strength Minghao had in his arms and thrusts were unlike anything you expected and you couldn’t be happier to find out you were wrong.

“Pussy so good and wet for me, Shit.”

Although it feels amazing how he handles you, you crave harsher treatment, one that would leave you sore the following day and immobile the next. Knowing Minghao’s ego, all he needed was little encouragement. He couldn’t risk ending without a proper burial of him inside you. “Fuck me harder, please…I need more, let your cock give me more…I want you spilling inside me please.”

“Greedy little fuck,” he says through gritted teeth and forces himself to take faster strokes, now holding you by the neck.

The pressure of his fingers digs into the column of your neck and works its way to cutting off your airways. You claw at the walls, your eyes begin to roll back to your skull, and clenching for dear life as you take in his vigor. It hurts, it’s bliss, it’s heaven.

“Stupid. Fucking. Slut.”

You cum without warning, gushing around his length warmth, pushing your ass up against him with a low groan. That was his breaking point. Vulgar words escape the same way as his fat climax does, harsh and unforgiving, he fills your inside like it’s his canvas. All you can feel is pure heat and your legs begin to buckle before he holds you back up, caressing your legs.

“Shit,” you mutter, hand over your chest feeling your heart. “That…that was good.”

There’s a lingering silence and somehow you’re able to sense the tension in his form. “Good. Just good.”

“Great, Hao. It was great,” you emphasize.

“Well, good if you think that was great, but we’re not done. I’m not done.”

“But hao–”

“I said I’m. Not. Done. Not until I give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.” He presses you up against the wall in that familiar way, dark eyes glaring back at you determination, fueled by spite.

“Understood?”

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