#park hyungsik smut

[jeon-ify]

Hii! Can I request a dom!park hyungsik smut with the prompts 10, 13 and 16 from your recent post? Tysm 😭💕 you're doing so well frr🫶🏻

a/n: hi!! of course you can!! and thank you so much! 🩷 i hope it’s not terrible because i have no idea who this man is, so i hope i did enough research to make this kinda seem right. hope you have fun with this one pretty!!

warnings: ?? idk just smut

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10. “you act so high and mighty, wonder what they’d think when they see you on your knees half naked for me”

13. “hands behind your back”

16. “stop fucking crying”

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mdni.

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extra slippers - park hyungsik

“taehyung, can i borrow a pair of your slippers? hyungsik doesn’t have any comfortable ones.” you ask him. your boyfriend had the most uncomfortable slippers. his feet were too big (or at least bigger than yours) and they’d slide or fall off everytime you walk up the stairs.

you ask taehyung for the extra pair he left in his closet, “yeah, gimme a second. why don’t you ask your boyfriend for some, though?” he questions. he knows this would make hyungsik upset, considering how possessive he is over you.

you laugh, your hand lightly hitting taehyung’s shoulder, as he nervously laughs with you at the scene that just took place. “yeah, he has some but they’re uncomfortable. they don’t fit good.” you smile. you let out a breathily laugh and taehyung walks over to grab his pair of slippers. as he walks to his room upstairs, you hear your boyfriend coming down the stairs, his face emotionless and cold, already scolding you for what just happened.

he heard you, he heard the way you laughed. he heard taehyung laughing with you and the way you held the conversation in a flirtatious manner. you turn around to face him, his lazy outfit bouncing as he makes his way down the stairs. he waits for taehyung to come down the stairs to give you the pair of slippers you so desperately wanted.

“where were you? was looking everywhere for you, baby.” he asks. you know he wasn’t looking for you, because you were right next to taehyung in the kitchen the entire time.

“i was asking tae for slippers, i don’t have an extra pair.” you manage to let out. you already feel him scolding you and him telling you you’re his to have and to never fuck around with his friends. you knew better than to flirt with anyone else, let alone touching and laughing up a storm with his friends— his best friend.

“that so? he’s upstairs, think you should go get the slippers yourself.” he walks over to you, his large figure hovering over you. you feel like being bratty and annoying today, so you try go upstairs and get tae’s slippers yourself, until hyungsik stops you by grabbing your throat and making you stand in front of him.

“you wanna fuck him, don’t you?” he sulks. you feel your thighs pressing together as he grasps harder at your throat, his eyes moving down to glare at your thighs. you don’t answer— instead, you moan and shake (try to) your head.

“when i’m talking, you fucking answer me, mm? do you think about my friends like a fucking whore?” his other hand movss to grab your hair and pull so your neck is exposed for him to lick a stripe up your throat to your lips.

“no— fuck, please.” you moan. you finally manage to get words out, but you can’t comprehend a thing you’re saying.

he lets you go completely when you both hear taehyung coming down the stairs. he walks over to you and places the slippers right by your feet.

“taehyung, go buy me a box of soju. the peach one please. i’ll cashapp you the money.” hyungsik asks. he’s trying to get rid of taehyung and he succeeds when tae starts his car and leaves. luckily, they only sell soju at the mart downtown about 20 minutes from your house.

hyungsik hears the door shut and turns to you in an instant. he slides his shirt off and throws his slippers off.

“take your fucking clothes off. don’t say a fucking word. you wanna act like a whore in front of my friends when i’m not around? i can only imagine how you’d act if i wasn’t home and i left the both of you here alone.” he watches you undress, taking all his power to not throw you onto the couch and just fucking rawdog you right then and there.

“we were just playing around, you kn-“ you try. you were cut off by your boyfriend slapping your cheek, as he watches you roll your eyes back in pleasure from him inflicting pain onto you.

“you don’t play around with my friends. you wanna fuck around so bad, leave me then. what would they think? what would people think when they see you spreading your legs for just anybody?” he questions. he’s taking his pants off while you’re on your knees. he grabs your hair, pulling you closer to just see how hard he is from talking down to you, how hard he is from you teasing and pissing him off.

you feel like you’re walking on eggshells right now. he does this— when you bother him, he either chooses to let you cum, or you don’t cum at all. right now, you really need to be careful.

“asked you a question, baby. you act so high and mighty. wonder what they’d think when they see you naked on your knees for me.

“they’d think i’m a whore.” you moan. you open your mouth as he pushes his cock into your mouth. he pushes your head down deeper until you feel him in your throat. he fucks into you deeper while you choke, saliva forming at the base of his cock. he groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hand tightening its grip on your hair, the other hand holding onto your jaw to feel how deep he is in your throat. you hold onto his thighs for support, but he slaps your hands away.

“hands behind your back. i didn’t say you could touch me.” he stops his movements, pulling you upwards to stand up straight.

“was gonna let you cum today, but you just can’t fucking use your brain, can you? dumb slut,” he tsks. you want to apologize, but this would only get you in deeper.

“i’m sorry, daddy, please~” you moan. he walks you up the stairs, holding onto your wrist. you make it into his room, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

“you’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna let everyone know how good i fuck you.” he hovers over you, his hand grabbing your neck while the other strokes your tit. you moan in response, already almost cumming from the feeling of being used.

“okay, baby.” you whimper. you get into his favorite position, your legs on his shoulders as he lines his cock up to your entrance. he slaps his tip on your clit, making you scream in response. “so fucking sensitive, don’t even need to prep you.”

he enters you in one motion just from how wet you are. he holds onto your jeweled ankles, his fingers toying with the anklets he bought you for valentines. he embraces the smell of your legs as you’ve started to put perfume on your pressure points since he’s pointed it out to you. so, everytime he fucks you in this position, he smells your perfume on your ankles and knees.

“you know your safeword. use it if you need to.” he fucks you at a relentless pace, your titties bouncing with his harsh thrusts. he squeezes your thigh as he slaps the sides of your ass.

“my god! fuck fuck fuck baby please, you feel so good.” you moan. your hand moves down to toy with your clit, but hyungsik slaps pins your wrist down.

“yeah, fucking take my dick baby. take that shit. so fucking good.” he moans. his voice is so throaty, you could literally cum just from hearing how hot he just sounded. he’s not letting you touch him, nor is he letting you close your eyes.

“look at me, look at me while i fuck you stupid— fuuckkk” he moans, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws his head back in pleasure. your eyes start tearing as you’re frustrated with not being able to use your hands.

“please- please let me cum,” you cry. your legs shake as you squirt onto his cock. you moan and cry out, begging to release the knot in your stomach.

“stop fucking crying. you wanted me to fuck you. you’re so cock drunk, i could give you nothing and you’d still cum. cus you’re a fucking whore. that right?” he grabs your throat, your legs wrapping around his waist. he grips your jaw and forces your mouth open.

“open.” a drop of saliva lands onto your tongue as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. he’s fucking you at his quickest, a record possibly no one could beat.

“fuck! fuck please please let me cum, please” you’re begging like this is life or death. “cum. cream my dick baby. want you all over it.” he groans. he slows his pace as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“cum with me, let it go.” he groans, he stills his motions as you both reach your orgasms. he pulls out of you and stands up to walk over to the bathroom. he soaks a towel with warm water to clean you up.

“let this be a warning for the next time you decide to fuck with my friends.”

[icedmatchatae]

Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter I: Finding Happiness

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Angst (from the start mwahahaha), mentions of alcohol consumption, violence, stalking, faulty media, descriptions of therapy sessions

Word Count: 7.2k

Chapter I: Finding Happiness || Series Masterlist

“BTS is the highly musically acclaimed boy band from South Korea, sweeping the charts across the globe with their wide diversity genres of music. Their lyrics consisted of personal and social commentary that moves those who listen, especially with their fanbase, ARMY. Each member of BTS have their own individual style to their work, yet still continue to play an important role to the group’s success.”

“BTS’s V shook the world, being recognized for his alluring baritone voice and exquisite “duality” and emotions on stage, as well as being coined “The Idol’s Idol” within the Kpop industry. His facial expressions, his motions, his voice, it shows it all.”

“V ranked first on the charts of being the number one most searched keyword for the past five years in South Korea.”

“V was always the first to attract those who don’t know BTS by his unique visuals, strong aura, and his intimidating gaze.”

“V is also part of Wooga Squad, a highly achieving group of men consisted of actors Park Seojoon, Choi Wooshik, Park Hyungsik, and artist Peakboy (Kwon Sunghwan). Their friendship is widely known on their platforms while supporting one another.”

“V caught the attention of many famous fashion brands, as everything he wears turns into gold, including Celine, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Prada.”

“V was ranked number one as the world’s most handsome and beautiful man in the world.”

“Among the members, V has the most followers on Instagram as well as the fastest growing account on the platform.”

“V is well-loved by ARMY and is supported of his endeavors. They hope to see a solo album in the near future.”

“BTS’s V gets followed by sasaeng at the park.”

“BTS’s V attacked by an influx crowd at the airport. Videos of him holding onto j-hope.”

“Kim Taehyung was seen hanging out with Park Seojoon and mystery girl?? Potential new lover?”

“Kim Taehyung (V of BTS) caught smoking before award show! Is he becoming an addict?”

“BTS V gets embroiled in attitude controversy for not greeting fans and journalists.”

“V of BTS: dating rumors with Tzuyu of Twice? JYP denies but HYBE ignores.”

“Taehyung was secretly recorded at night on the streets, drinking more than he can handle.”

“Kim Taehyung fighting in a club?? Reports of getting drunk and the idol throwing punches.”

“Are BTS’s V and Lisa from Blackpink dating??”

The cycle repeated itself as the ever-growing success of BTS continues, with Kim Taehyung being one of the members. Success, scandal, success, scandal. At this point, it was practically the same thing. Though with the achievements, popularity, and passionate fanbase, it, unfortunately, came with a price, specifically with Taehyung.

His life turned into something he didn’t expect, whether good or bad, but it could be safe to say it has been leaning towards bad. During his years as an idol, as V, his life was heavily scrutinized by the media and the fans. Through the hate comments online, unwanted paparazzi photos, and delusional headlines on topics that he didn’t even know about, it was never-ending that sadly took a toll on him.

Taehyung faced straight forward, not wanting to make eye contact with the man across from him, leaning slightly to the left. Blankness overcame his expression with the deep-set dark circles and hollowness of his cheeks. His lips peeled and swollen from the many occurrences of biting the skin off. His hair was messily styled into his “fluffy Tae bear” image as what ARMY loved to say, but he couldn’t care less about his appearance.

The ticking sound of the clock echoed within the tiny room as Taehyung hoped time only went faster. Despite the tight space, the environment was relatively comfortable. The warm fluorescent lights hanging above the two, a brown velvet couch occupied by yours truly, and a rust-toned loveseat also occupied by the professional. The walnut surface of the desk stacked with files and books by a wall and extended shelves on the opposite was in his peripheral vision.

Taehyung could sense the attentive stare the man was giving him, which had no effect on the idol. It wasn’t harsh gazing, almost curious and kind, but Taehyung wasn’t really ready to give his all. He was trying his best but didn’t know what to do. The idol almost felt bad for him, having been assigned to the professional for nearly a year with little to no progress. But the man had some steel grit and was determined for Taehyung to speak about something.

A particular question made Taehyung fidget in his seat and bounce his leg. It wasn’t too personal because everyone knew, but it still gave him chills thinking about it.

Recently, at BTS’s Festa Dinner Party, the boys announced a temporary pause on group activities except for their variety show, Run BTS, to focus on their solo projects and other activities they wished to pursue without the constant clash in the group’s schedule. Each member was currently doing their own thing, whether promotions or taking a short break. In Taehyung’s instance, the company and his fellow members thought it was a fantastic idea for Taehyung to continue focusing on himself.

Through the years and over time, Taehyung has been dealing with the pressure of the idol life and fearing that his privacy would be taken away at any minute. The heavy load caused a strain on him, a concoction of emotions, as well as changes in behavior. He got sad, he got angry, and he drank. He rarely remembered anything the morning after. He got nervous, he got stressed, and he smoked, which led to online hysteria. He got into fights with strangers, friends, and his members. Countless articles on him from a fight dated back months ago. Despite rarely interacting, he got caught up in scandals with various female idols that were obviously not true. The recent one was another Blackpink member. It has been his fourth one in the past year.

Somehow it was Taehyung getting the bitter end of the fruit, having to deal with it alone. He never comprehended how his name got caught in the tongues of the people when there were hundreds of thousands of celebrities they could choose from. Though not wanting to wish it on others, new up-and-coming idol groups were entering this industry. Idols who were quite naive don’t even know half the bullshit he and BTS faced.

Of course, there was ARMY support. But they interrupted the news differently, assuming that he’s trying to be a normal human and that he does indeed make mistakes. Others commented on Taehyung’s behavior as highly inappropriate as younger fans looked up to him. All responses are partially correct but also, in a way, incorrect in Taehyung’s eyes.

The boys’ support was incredibly different, and they understood him until a couple of years back. Now there has been a faint tension between Taehyung and some of the members after a disagreement right before the group’s announcement. Nevertheless, they were there for him, especially now.

But it was a little too much for his liking.

He has been in and out of therapy, having one session every month due to the rigorous scheduling of the group. But now, since that was on hold, it gave Taehyung the perfect time to engage with himself as frequently as possible.

Taehyung eventually gave up and told his therapist what had happened the past two weeks. The professional knew who he was and what happened with the group—having gone through a well-detailed contract of privacy—but it was appropriate for Taehyung to mention it on his own because sitting before the therapist wasn’t V of BTS but simply Kim Taehyung.

“How do you feel about all of that?” Dr. Im continued thoroughly, jotting down notes in his notebook.

Taehyung scrunched his nose, thinking what to say, “Bittersweet, I guess? You know we’ve been doing this for so long. It’s kinda like we don’t know how to act or do without the group.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, everything I’ve done for almost a decade has been in the group, for the group, with the group.” Taehyung shrugged, playing with his fingers. “Now we have this time to ourselves…almost lost I guess.”

“Can you elaborate on when you speak about “lost”?”

Being in a mood, Taehyung felt a little talkative this session. That’s what usually happened. One session, he’s a blabbermouth, the next, silent as a ghost. There was a reason why his progress was so inconsistent. “The group strived for a goal together, we worked hard and had success which made us happy, but…I don’t know. Me, I guess? I’m feeling lost where now it’s just me, and my goals, my happiness?”

“What would be your goals?”

“I don’t know. I just have my schedule.” Taehyung muttered, slowly getting disinterested in the topic. He hated that he didn’t know anything in his life. “Maybe write and do my solo album, but nothing is ever good for me. That’s why I’m probably the last member to do that.”

“I see, all that’s understandable. I can’t imagine your line of work, but I can sense that the craft takes time.” Dr. Im reassured his client with a warm smile. “You worked hard to get where you’re at. Hard work comes success and of course, at times, success can lead to happiness. Yet at the same time, there will always be struggles.” Taehyung barely responded, only with a nod of acknowledgment.

Lightly segwaying into another topic, Dr. Im wondered out loud, “You’ve mentioned your happiness. Could you describe a bit more to me?”

“There’s really nothing.” The idol bluntly replied. “I don’t feel happy. Like with the group, yeah I guess so, but just me? No.”

“So with the group, what is your happiness?”

“Maybe like, our bond?” Taehyung stated frankly. “We sacrificed things for the band and we only ever had each other. We had good times, good laughs, cries and fights. We, of course, had our fans who’ve done so much. Together, we were always so strong and understood one another, until recently…”

“What do you mean?” His therapist inquired, but Taehyung stayed silent and stoic. Though the professional attempted his best to let Taehyung open gradually, there was still a concrete wall up. That also led Taehyung into spacing out and ignoring anything Dr. Im said. But that didn’t mean he didn’t understand his non-verbal communications. He knew that Taehyung would eventually talk about it, but as of right now, it was too much for him.

So Dr. Im simply hummed and nodded before saying, “It’s okay to not say anything about that. Whenever you’re ready.”

Taehyung peered at the profession, mentally applauding how well he was with him. If Taehyung was in his shoes, he’d slap himself.

“However, I hope you don’t mind talking more so about your happiness.” When Taehyung didn’t protest and shrugged, it was a good sign to continue. “So the happiness by yourself? How is that?”

“Again, I’m not happy, or I don’t feel it at all. I never thought about it until now actually.” The idol reiterated.

“How long have you felt that way?”

Taehyung blew his cheeks out as his breath came out of his drying lips. “Probably years...maybe even the whole time since debut.”

“That’s a long time to not feel happy. How is happiness, is it important to you?” Dr. Im pointed out.

“I guess, yeah…I mean look at where I am. Fucking emotions always changing and ruining my life.”

“Emotions are never changing, you know.” His therapist explained. “But how you use it can. How were you able to cope?”

“Well, we were more restricted in the beginning since we were rookies and I used to hide it well with all the bullshit I did.” The idol responded thoroughly. “I guess over time, it got worse and I couldn’t take it anymore hence all the scandals. So yeah, I’m not happy. Life is just there. I’m just here.”

“So, when was the last time you felt happy?” His therapist questioned, sparking a new discussion up.

“Uhhh, I’m guessing before debut, the group, fans? If it’s been years.”

“So imagine the last time you felt it, and I want you to describe to me what your happiness is. What are the thoughts that came up, the emotions?” Dr. Im sought it out in hopes that it could unlock a new memory about his past.

“That sounds pretty loaded…” Taehyung tilted his head as he stared at the window.

Soft tangerine brightness leaked through the reflection. The sun settled down as he was the last client of the day, mainly due to his schedule. It was also perfect so that other clients wouldn’t be sitting and waiting and suddenly looking up to find the V of BTS coming out of his therapy session. He knew for sure that it would spread like wildfire. He wasn’t ashamed, but it was somewhat taboo, and people could warp the story to make it worse.

“Let me reword it.” Dr. Im suggested. “Before the group, before the fans, before you were V, you were simply Kim Taehyung so what was your happiness as Kim Taehyung?”

“Wow, you’re bringing me way back.” Taehyung chuckled lightly, glancing at the man nodding and waiting patiently.

The idol pondered on the question. What was his happiness as just Taehyung? Taehyung mentioned his happiness in previous sessions, but this was the first time it was discussed. Only because it has been a while since Taehyung looked at his past before BTS and as an idol. BTS and being an idol was his life. He didn’t realize that the last time he was happy went way back. It was likely when he lived in Geochang, his childhood days before leaving and going to Seoul to train. It seemed so long ago, being in his mid to late twenties, that it was all blur.

There was his family and school friends, school days, specifically recess and lunch, the farm, the countryside, and the distinct street food you could only get there. God, it felt like a fable. His life went from low-income farmer boy to this international pop star, the whole rags to riches spiel. But these memories didn’t feel real, almost make-believe, maybe even nonexistent. His mind couldn’t replay those memories right now, feeling too shy to reveal it all to his trusting therapist that all the people and their faces were erased.

Well, not all faces.

He remembered one face as clear as day, but he knew that face would forever be a lost longing memory.

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It was like everyone Taehyung knew had the sixth sense of knowing when he finished his session because calls and messages bombarded his phone. The tones bounced off his eardrums, grimacing at who was raiding the device.

Sure, his group chats with the members and his friends separately. The name of his sweet, sweet girlfriend popped on the screen with texts asking “how are you” or “let me know when you get home so I could cook dinner <3.” Anyone in the world would think these gestures were supportive and caring as a girlfriend should to their partner, but now, Taehyung did not want to deal with her and eventually ignored it, putting his phone on vibrate. He thanked his therapist before leaving the office and heading down to the elevators. 

As he entered the platform, his phone vibrated continuously. He groaned and rolled his eyes, thinking it was her again. But lo and behold, it was his best friend, Park Jimin. Though hesitant, Taehyung accepted the call and answered.

“Hello,” The idol greeted monotonously.

“Why, hello, my lovely giggling bear!” Jimin’s voice sounded too ecstatic for his best friend’s liking, but he didn’t comment on it as it was usually like him. “And how was your time in therapy?”

“You know you don’t have to call after every session I attend.” Taehyung commented when he stepped out of the elevator and then the building. “You’re only gonna get the same answer—less shitty than before.” He spotted one of his company cars waiting in the parking lot and walked towards it.

“I’m just worried about you. You should know that.” Jimin huffed, and Taehyung could almost see the pout evident on his best friend’s face. “Better me than Yoongi Hyung or Namjoon Hyung.”

The mentioning of their names puts a frown on him. He knew that though supportive of his path to improvement and soul searching, the way they spoke to him felt somewhat demeaning and scolding him for every little thing. Do this, not that. You should have stopped yourself before the mess gets bigger. Why are you doing that when you clearly know you shouldn’t do that? I think this is best for you. Blah, blah, blah.

Though he didn’t mention it with Dr. Im, right before everyone split to do their own thing, Taehyung fought with his hyungs, leading to Taehyung walking out of the company building frustrated and getting wasted until the following morning and not talking to them for almost two weeks. Things were said, insults were exchanged; it didn’t matter if they were right or wrong. Taehyung didn’t want to hear what’s been repeated countless times.

“I also miss you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”Jimin announced, hoping to lighten the mood. “When I call, I wanna know how’s life for you.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but Jimin, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Taehyung replied as he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I know you’re not fine, Tae. That’s why I’m worried.”

The idol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself. “Anyways, how’s your family? How’s Busan?” He wanted to switch the discussion over to Jimin, hoping he would get the notion that Taehyung didn’t want to talk about that.

Jimin paused and respired, understanding what he was doing, so he gave in and updated his best friend on his life. While Jimin was talking and he traveled through the city to go home, Taehyung’s mind wandered off, thinking back about his session. What popped into his mind was not spoken, but he explained that those memories were gone as those in it were gone, his environment changed, and the hold on his attachment was slowly loosening.

But then, his therapist said something that got him thinking.

“It’s a pain to not be able to have those things right now, especially when you know they made you happy. But having those memories are key to unlocking more ways of potential bringing yourself closer to your own happiness. Putting words into action.” Dr. Im responded, writing down more scribbles in his book yet staring at Taehyung. “You’ll know the types of people you want, you know where you should be, and understand how much you want it.”

Taehyung understood his therapist, giving him some hope but not as much as the professional intended. “You mentioned people, the types of people I wanted.” Dr. Im hummed. “What if it’s not the type of people, but just…the people?”

“What do you mean, Taehyung?”

Taehyung scratched the back of his head, gradually feeling his nerves tingling. He tried laughing it off as the man before he stared attentively. “It wasn’t the types of people I was with, but the people I was with. Actually, a person, specifically.”

“Are you willing to talk about this person?”

His therapist had no clue what or who he was talking about, but it brought out many mixed thoughts and emotions. The reference to it sent an aching twist in Taehyung’s heart. He didn’t like the feeling. It only reminded him that it was over and nothing had been the best since.

“Not, right now. No.”

-

Taehyung went into his house, located at the edge of the city, to avoid any disturbances yet be within the vicinity of his work. After a sasaeng threat, he moved out of his luxurious condo in the heart of Seoul and found a comfortable and lovely two-story house in a quiet yet secured neighborhood. It helped with his living situation, but not necessarily his life.

As he closed the front door, he heard feet padding down the hallway and a soft voice speaking whimsically, “You’re home!” Skinny limbs wrapped around his torso, making him tense up, but he ultimately eased himself to the touch.

He pushed out a grin and wrapped an arm around her, kissing the crown of her head. “Hi, babe.” She raised her head with her sparkling almond eyes, smiling only for and at the sight of her boyfriend returning home. He stared back and nodded, biting the inside of his mouth.

There she was—in her raw and glorified self—Na Clara, his girlfriend of five years. Clara came from an affluent family, the Na Group conglomerate, which became a stakeholder for Big Hit back in 2016. That was where the two met—at a stakeholder’s event as Clara was there for her family and Taehyung was there as part of the band to show respect and gratuity for the support the Na family has given. That very night was where everyone said, “Tae and Clara hit it off so well.” 

As the rise of Big Hit increased, the CEO at that time, Bang Sihyuk, and Na Seong-jin, Clara’s father, made a mutual agreement to part ways but still own part of the stocks. But the departure didn’t stop the blossoming relationship between the two. After countless flirting and dates, the two made it officially the following year and have been together ever since. They got Yeontan together and moved in with one another, so Clara left her family home to stay with her boyfriend.

Of course, due to Taehyung’s idol status, they agreed to keep their relationship a secret. Clara was indeed a socialite but also had an image to maintain for the sake of her family. Still, it wasn’t as harsh to keep up as Taehyung’s. The company insisted on annual NDA renewal contracts to ensure the idol’s safety. There were no disagreements as Clara happily signed the papers because, in her words, “As long as I have my Tae, then I’m happy.”

Clara was kind and caring, even to the members and others around her, and it was easy to gain the support of their relationship. She was also a philanthropist and animal lover, donating to charities and helping rescue endangered species. She was a real golden goddess, the visual of South Korea. Her shining long, ebony locks, pale glassy skin, glittering eyes, a body many women referenced for surgery, and a heart that melted and attracted many citizens. Men wanted her. Women wanted to be her. But she didn’t care about any of that.

Because Kim Taehyung had her heart and only looked his way.

Those who did know deemed their relationship as perfect in every way. Perfect connection, perfect communication, perfect attraction, perfect visuals, perfect, perfect, perfect.

But it was anything but.

“How was therapy?” She asked as she lets go of him to run back towards the kitchen. Taehyung took his shoes off before dragging his feet to follow his girlfriend. He rolled his eyes at the same old question everyone’s been asking him, and Clara wasn’t any different.

“Less shitty than before.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Then softer taps to the floor amplified before a sharp squeaking bark of fluff came towards Taehyung. He crouched down to carry his pet before standing back on his feet.

“You know you should try to be a bit more enthusiastic about this.” She said as she stirred some kind of soup. Taehyung glanced over at the pot and scowled when he caught a waft of it.

“But I’m not.” He shrugged, caressing Yeontan in his arms.

“Tae, do you even try?” With an annoyed face, she looked up to her unbothered boyfriend.

“Yes, I try. But I don’t know. There’s some shit I’m not ready to talk about.”

“Therapy is supposed to help you open up.” She started out the obvious, which made Taehyung roll his eyes. “If not with your therapist, then with me or the boys.”

“You guys won’t understand if I told you.” He scoffed after settling his dog down. Clara tried to grab him next, but the Pomeranian ran away to his kettle. “You would think I’m psychopath with all my fucked up thoughts and behaviors.”

“Tae, stop calling yourself that! I don’t like it when you say those things.” She scolded as she turned off the stove.

“What, I thought you loved my weird expressions.” He cocked an eyebrow as he sat on the counter table stool. An outsider would look at them and assume that he was only teasing, but in actuality, he was pushing her temper.

“Not when you say shit like that!” Clara shook her head before sighing. “You’re not psychopath, I never thought of you like that.”

“Bet you thought a lot of things of me.” 

Ignoring his insufferable commentary, she said sincerely, “This is to help you understand yourself better, and understand we’re here to support you. You know…”

He didn’t even bother listening to her as his messages went off. His group chat, Wooga Squad, had all his hyungs, and they discussed late-night eating plans. Taehyung checked the time, and it was already close to eight on a Tuesday night. Nightlife wasn’t as busy compared to the weekends, so it was possible that Taehyung could hang out with them too.

“Tae! Are you even listening to me?” Clara shouted, snapping her fingers in front of his face and then shaking his shoulder.

The idol blinked rapidly, almost tunneling his vision with the phone conversation. It was a tendency he did as well as spacing out. “What?”

“Ugh, I hate when you do that.” The socialite sneered. “I was just talking to you too.”

“Can you chill? What you were saying wasn’t even that important. Jimin even said the same damn thing.” Taehyung snapped as he typed his reservation for the Wooga outing.

“Who are you texting?” Clara’s eyes attempted to leer at his phone, but she was a little too far, and it was angled in a way she couldn’t see anything.

Taehyung rolled his eyes heavily at her implicit interrogation. “It’s Seojoon Hyung. They wanted to have dinner outside in like an hour.”

“Tae, I’m already done making our dinner.” She pouted as she pushed the pot in his direction. “I made kimchi jjigae.”

“Oh, that’s what it is.” Taehyung gasped sarcastically. “Yeah, I still don’t want it.”

“Hey, I’m trying to cook more, okay?” Clara frowned. With her socialite status, Clara was attended to and pampered by maids and butlers from the day she was born. Ever since she moved in with Taehyung three years ago, she had to learn how to cook and clean without any help. Taehyung had to help her at some points, and he wasn’t the best either. Actual cooking wasn’t done until a couple of months ago as the food was always take-out. But when the idol mentioned how much he missed home-cooked meals in this therapy, Clara tried her best to learn some dishes.

“You are.” He agreed as he stood up, heading towards the door. “But I’m going.”

“Don’t you want to spend time with me?” The socialite followed Taehyung like Yeontan would. She watched him put on his shoes. “I’ve missed you the whole day.”

Taehyung exhaled before standing up straight, “I guess I can spend time with you tomorrow. I have somewhat of a free day. We’ll have breakfast together.” He kissed her head and patted her hair. He held her face in his hands. “But we’ll order in.”

Her pout shifted into a suppressing smile as she pulled his hands off her. She tugged his arms to encircle her waist, then wrapped her arms around his nape. “We better.” She tiptoed to peck his lips, transmitting shivers down his spine with mixed feelings. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

It was at the ringing of his phone that rescued him off of his girlfriend to take the call. He quickly bid farewell to Clara, who waved hopelessly before he closed the door behind him.

He answered, “Hyung! What’s up?”

“Tae, are you home?” Seojoon exclaimed through the speakers.

“I was, but I’m leaving now.”

“Stay there, Wooshik and I will be there in ten minutes. We’re dropping off Joohyuk home, said he’s got a family birthday to attend.”

There has been a somewhat unofficial addition to the group—Nam Joohyuk. Some may have seen him from Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo, Start-Up, or Twenty-Five Twenty-One. He has been slowly breaking the acting industry and stealing the hearts of fans worldwide, in addition to his modeling career. The group met him through Seojoon and eventually made his way into Wooga, coming to outings and trips.

However, Taehyung was weary of him. Sure, Joohyuk was pleasant and respectful towards the others and met the group’s criteria of being “too handsome,” but it was a bit off. Still, his hyungs loved spending time with him, and it can be assumed that Taehyung could be civil.

But he also kept his distance from him.

A sour face morphed onto the idol’s face, but his voice was poisonously friendly when he responded, “Aw, Hyung isn’t coming?”

“He said he’ll come next time, but not this time.”

“Yeah, unfortunate…” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “But yeah, I’ll wait for you.”

-

Walking through empty streets would seem eerie and dangerous, but it was basically heaven in Taehyung’s eyes. Wooshik suggested a place his cousin told him about, but he never looked it up until the group went. When Seojoon parked the car behind a nearby lot and got out, they realized it was completely barren.

They found out they were in a rundown part of Seoul where it was sketchy as fuck. Streetlights flickered, stray animals running, and a few individuals here and there, but they weren’t as approachable. They concluded that they were either a sex worker, a drug dealer, or someone interested in obtaining either or both. That was the one of the only reasons for anyone to be there, but it wasn’t the group’s reason.

“Wooshik, what the fuck is this place?” Seojoon scowled as they walked down the pavement. Eyes were on them, but it wasn’t the typical staring of celebrities. It was more so the eyes trying to hunt prey or wondering why the individual who clearly doesn’t fit in would come to an atypical location.

“Hyung, calm down.” Wooshik checked the maps to ensure they were going in the right direction. “It’s only the path. After that, there’ll be more activity and running places.”

“I just hope it’s not the same place as these watchers stay in.” The eldest of the bunch hoped. Let’s just say many of the sex workers had googly eyes with him the most. Worship was too busy navigating, and Taehyung felt somewhat relieved.

The idol didn’t need to hide his face or get recorded in this part of the city. Though it was a bit high-risk, there was a perk for him. Of course, he was still in constant fear of getting caught but mentally reassured himself. 

All he wanted to do was get away from all these problems, but it seemed to keep following him no matter where he went. He fucked up all that time ago, leading him to where he was: sad, enraged, and nervous. He really had no hope in things and went on dragging with what little life he had in him.

To Seojoon’s relief, they reached a pretty lit area. There were convenience stores, bars, low-rated clubs, and a small community. Most people walking and passing by were elderly, but it was safe enough.

“Jesus, this restaurant better be worth it after passing by mini Hell.” Seojoon breathed out with ease.

“You’re literally the tallest, strongest, and eldest among us.” Wooshik bluntly scoffed. “Be tough like a leopard.”

“So what? You know what can kill leopards? Lions! And you know what can kill Lions? Hyenas!” Seojoon countered at his younger. “We were surrounded by hyenas, Wooshik.”

Taehyung was grateful for his friends. Yes, he loved his members to death, but something about his friend group gave him solace, especially in these rough times. They helped him out, taking him out of the fights, limiting his alcohol and smoking, and keeping various eyes on their surroundings. This time was one of them, despite the high severity of it.

“We’re here!” Wooshik disregarded his rant, presenting the restaurant. It was small and rundown, having an entrance made by a bright blue tarp. Trash cans were filled to the brim with waste and other junk inside. Taehyung could have sworn a rat passed by. There were graffiti markings on the side, but it was still the cleanest everywhere.

Out of nowhere, two clearly-drunk large-set men stumbled out of the cloth holding onto one another. They exchanged rambling and laughing so loudly to make the bunch flinch. But out came a gentle-looking old grandmother, ensuring they were leaving safely.

“You two get home safe, okay? I called a cab for you. They’re coming soon.” The lady smiled and patted their back.

“Ohhhh, Halmeoni! Thank you so much!” One of them managed to say. “Always taking care!”

“Of course, for my loyal customers!” She laughed joyfully as she was about to go back inside, but the three extremely handsome men in front of her caught her very eyes. “Oh, welcome! Welcome to DanDan! Please come in!” She lifted the tarp open for them to enter first.

Though they were hesitant, they warmed up to her kind aura, thus going inside the restaurant. Their eyes scanned the place. It was utterly different from the outside. It held a cozier and comforting atmosphere, more intimate as compared to traditional restaurants in Seoul. It had a “family-owned” vibe, despite the customers being middle-aged men or elderly couples enjoying a night out. A male server came out from the back and handed plates, followed by busing the tables and wiping them down. Potted plants surrounded the corner, a TV in the middle, and the succulent aroma of food touched their noses.

“I’ve never seen handsome gentlemen before!” She cheered. Judging by her sentence, she knew nothing about who they were, which was a good sign.

“Oh, Halmeoni! I had a cousin come here and said your yukgaejang was out of this world!” Wooshik complimented, to which the old lady clapped in glee.

“Ahh, he’s too kind. Come, come, sit wherever you want.” She motioned towards the vacant seats. As they settled down, she handed them menus before walking away. They engaged in the list of foods to even realize she was gone.

She headed towards the back kitchen, squealing like a school girl, where she found her husband cooking and one of the only two servers fixing the plates. She eyed the particular worker before she called out their name.

“___!” Your boss whispered loudly in hopes the men didn’t hear from outside.

“Yes, Halmeoni?” You smiled, looking up from the orders that were ready to go.

“Sweetie, there’s a couple of guys out there.” She grinned, hinting at you to serve them.

You squinted your eyes at her and scrunched your nose at the thought, “Please, no more. I know you mean well, but I don’t want to talk to some creep. The last man turned out to be a scum.”

“And my apologies for that. But, this time is serious!” Your boss voiced out. “They’re super handsome, like a mother’s dream son-in-law!”

“Are you talking about me?” Your fellow coworker, Kenji, who was three years younger than you and the actual grandson of your bosses, stepped into the backroom and the conversation without permission.

“She said mother’s dream son-in-law, not Quasimodo’s twin.” You retorted, to which he stuck his tongue out to you.

“Nice one, ___!” Harabeoji laughed at his grandson.

“Kenny, please tell ___ about the handsome men out there.” Though it was bothersome at times that Halmeoni was being persistent, you enjoyed it. It reminded you of how your grandmother was to you.

“Oh, yeah. They’re super hot.” Your coworker joined in on the persuasion. “But you’re probably not their type, maybe even bottom tier that it’s last resort kind of thing.” Meanwhile, Kenji was the irritated brother you never wanted.

“First of all, that was rude, and it’s the reason why you’re still single, and second, whether they’re handsome or hot or not, I’m not looking.” You reasoned, putting up a feigned smile. 

“So what, you’re gonna die alone?” Kenji snorted, to which he received glaring eyes from you and his grandmother. He quickly shut his mouth and muttered an apology.

“It’s complicated, okay? I’m just trying to work and earn money.” You said before lifting your tray.

“Just have a look, kinda like window shop.” Halmeoni insinuated before concluding her suggestion. You sighed, giving in to making her happy, so you nodded before leaving the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the bunch wanted to order a whole receipt of the appetizing dishes, completely in awe of the prices and how good they sounded. The range of soups, meats, sides, and drinks was all too alluring.

“Looking at all of this made me hungry. I’m ready to order.” Wooshik bounced in his chair before putting the menu down. “Tae, you good enough to eat a lot?”

“Yeah, yeah.” The youngest one simply said. Though he looked at the dishes, his mind was preoccupied with everything. He thought the food would cheer him up, but it still didn’t meet his expectations.

“Don’t think about it right now. Just have some dinner with your lovely hyungs, and if you want to drink, we’ll buy some.” Seojoon proposed as he smiled reassuringly at the idol. “Also, dinner is on Wooshik.”

Worship was about to protest, but the eldest used his power card to make him shut up. “Yeah, it’s on me.”

During their conversation, you came out with the heavy trey and yelled, “Coming through!” You carefully paced towards another table and laid the food before dispersing it to the customers. All without knowing, you passed by him. 

“I’m going to the bathroom!” Taehyung announced as he stood up. The youngest had his back facing the kitchen and passageway. “Do you know where it is?”

“I think it’s just right down the hallway over there.” Seojoon pointed, making Taehyung turn his head in the direction and find the signs leading to the bathroom. All without knowing he passed by you.

“Cute waitress.” Wooshik nudged Seojoon as he caught sight of you.

Seojoon peered towards you, smiling at the elderly couple you were serving, “Looks young though, but agreed, she’s cute.” It was easier for them to spot you as they had a view of the back.

“Let’s get her attention.” Wooshik prompted before raising his hand and hollered, “Excuse me, Miss! We’d like to order.” Once you gave that table’s food, your eyes sought for your following table to attend to until you saw a hand held up. Your eyes widened at your discovery.

Not only were they attractive, but you knew who they were. Park Seojoon and Choi Wooshik were big-time actors in the country and potentially the world. Also, as an avid drama junkie who watched every drama and movie they were in, you could say you were a fan.

But obviously, you hid the fan in you away. As of now, they were somehow customers of the family-owned restaurant in a dangerous part of the city. You were good at hiding your emotions, which was fairly easy when you walked toward them with your customer service smile and gentle approach.

“Hi, welcome to DanDan. I’m ___. I’ll be serving you today.” You greeted to their liking, and you knew this because they smiled so beautifully back. “What can I get for you?” As they ordered, you wrote it down in detail as some orders were modified. They wanted dishes that weren’t spicy, no added coconut shavings, and no lemon on one. It was very particular, but you went with it. You’ve experienced picky eaters in the past, as a waitress and in life in general. 

You repeated their order, just in case you misheard, but they agreed to all. “Oh, before I forget, any drinks besides two cups of water?”

“Can we get three bottles of soju, and one coke.” Wooshik asked politely. “Oh, also three cups of water. Our other friend is in the bathroom right now.”

Hmm, another friend, they say. You wondered who it may be, Hyungsik? You knew some actors were friends with them, so it could be. You didn’t want to get your hopes high, but you couldn’t help but think if the other guy exceeded your expectations. 

You nodded mindlessly, “Okay, got your orders. I will be back with your drinks.” You turned your back as you walked towards the kitchen but stopped when Kenji came out with no task.

“Oh my God, Ken. Those men!” You whispered at your coworker so no one would hear. “Do you know who they are?”

“No? Am I supposed to know?” He denied it, taking a glimpse of the men talking to one another.

“That’s Park Seojoon and Choi Wooshik!” You beamed.

“Oh my God,” Kenji gasped. “I still don’t give a fuck.” Your mouth dropped as you scorned him.

Taehyung finally left the bathroom, walking down the hallway. While he did his business, he also thought about his happiness. The topic seemed to be under the spotlight in his brain, wanting to be recognized. He wanted happiness, like, who doesn’t? He loved when he was happy. Everything felt safe, comforting, and relaxing in his life. But it felt physically and mentally impossible for him now when those memories of when he was happy had a person in them, a specific person. Someone who truly made him feel alive and shined hope into his life.

But alas, she was no more after events that were too shameful for his liking.

All these thoughts weren’t getting him anywhere. Maybe he should give up on therapy. It was all Clara’s idea, and he just went with it to stop her pestering. It had its pros and cons, but he doesn’t know where he stood with it but him going was something? Like what was said, there was now no hope, and life dragged him. Walls seemed to cave in on him, testing how far he could go.

Then he paused at the end of the passageway with dilated pupils.

He felt his body freeze up, unable to take control of his limbs. His breath stopped for a second to gaze. His growling stomach rumbled with his anxiousness. He had to blink twice to see if it wasn’t his imagination. 

It couldn’t be; this was impossible; there was no way. The disbelief was vivid on his face but slowly made his jaw drop in shock as he processed the reality of it all. The door of lost longing memories opened with a flood as it crashed into his mind. Years of joy washed before his very eyes, years of hope sparked his nerves, years of happiness flashed on his face, and the years of the childhood friend he once had were right in front of him back after almost a decade apart.

“___?”

Tagged: @manuosorioh @kaal-ee

[sorrowon]

SORROW FOUND ME. independent and private multi muse with extremely low activity and way too many muses loved and sometimes ignored by lacy.

❝ sorrow found me when i was young. sorrow waited. SORROW WON. ❞

rules and muses found under the cut

01. my name is lacy and i’m 25+ years old. i’m an aries with my moon in sagittarius, cancer ascendant and i have no idea what any of this means. i'm not affiliated with netflix, the show outer banks or madelyn cline or anything.

02. the psd i’m currently using was made by pinkinnards and icon border was made by me, but i’ll also use various psds from various creators. all credit really goes to them and none to me. i’ll probably use psd’s by venuscommissions, plutocommissions, calisources and more. if you ever have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a message. i promise, i don’t bite.

03. i will probably practice exclusivity and mains and affiliates, but at the moment i don't have any.

04. i ask that you please not follow me and then unfollow me to follow me again and try to get me to follow you. that will not make me follow you, it’ll just make me softblock you and then hardblock if it continues. also, please don’t like my starter calls or send me meme’s if we’re not mutuals. i am mutuals only.

05. i don’t usually write smut, but if i'm really comfortable with another person then i don't mind giving it a try. i do ask that you please tag your smut though and don't try to force me to write it.

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07. i am extremely slow and i honestly can't help that. i have a full time job and at the moment am only getting one day off a week. it's exhausting, but i'm doing my best.

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[taehyung-the-baehyung]

COMPANY || six.

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: pg [angst]

◦ word count: 2.5k

◦ a/n: A little bit of Hyungsik POV so we know what’s going on in that head of his… ;)

table of contents | one | two | three | four | five | six | 

m a s t e r l i s t

cr.

“Ah, Mr. Chairman,” I leaned back, crossing my leg. I settled into the hard wooden chair, the mahogany bars pressing into the curves of my back. Sit relaxed, and sound relaxed, I could almost hear Father’s voice encourage me. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, but I’m afraid I must cut right to the point, Mr. Park.”

My thighs tensed against the seat. Even if you’ve lost your confidence, don’t ever let them know… the deep thunder of his tone was so clear in my mind; it was like he was beside me. I exhaled the tension from my body. What would my father do in a moment like this? All the files and folders of my plans for the company rushed through my head. Each colored tab and scribbled note was fresh in my mind, and how pleased the Board appeared when I last pitched my ideas to them– it was nothing to worry about. They were impressed, even she had said so. And she hated to admit I was right. “By all means, Mr. Chairman.”

“The Board has lost its confidence in you. You pitched great ideas in your recent meeting, but unfortunately, we are not certain if you are still capable of carrying this company forward.”

“Sir–”

“Hyungsik,” the Chairman sighed, and I could practically see him rubbing the bridge of his nose as he did. “Kid. You have been running this company at mediocre performance. You keep your head down and though you have not decreased our overall profits, you have not increased by a significant margin either.”

I felt nauseous. If my entire body had not just frozen up as it had, I would have hurled all over the place. My eyes flashed around the room, hoping something here might help. Fresh yellow flowers dotted the room at nearly every corner. Oncidiums, I think they were called. Funnily enough, I only knew that because she would scribble it down on a sticky note and put it on my desk that mine were dying. God, I wished she was here.

Just a week ago, the Board had been thrilled to hear my next steps for the company. Now, they had flip flopped entirely. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Somehow, she would have known what to do. “You too, huh?” I held my breath at the end of my sentence. The Chairman shouldn’t know I was only guessing.

“E-Excuse me?”

Of course, I wasn’t entirely going out on a limb. I had been suspicious for some time now. “Mr. Chairman, you are not suggesting that the Board has completely reversed their decision of trust in me, are you?” I had spent the last couple months secretly looking into the Board. It was all just a gut feeling. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t explain it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t prove it either. “Because that would make me believe something is going on. Something like a third party involvement, perhaps?”

I hadn’t been sure, and it was no use to put anyone else in panic. Hell, I had even hid it from her: the one person I could trust with this whole company. The thing was, she was always nervous around me –not that I made it any better with the way I treated her– and everything between us had been going so unusually well. I didn’t want to ruin that. I wanted to forget that I had ever made this stupid agreement with her in the first place. I wanted her to forget too.

A weak stutter came from the other end, ending only in a cleared throat. So, I pushed. “Mr. Chairman, I hope you are aware that any and all board members who receive bribe money from a third party to vote a certain way will be punished.”

“Mr. Park, I hope you are not accusing me of taking a bribe?”

“I was only referring to the directors of our Board, sir, but if there’s anything I should know, now would be the time.”

Everything I did was in caution; Park Investments was my father’s and though he had entrusted it to me, there was no way I would dare to take a big risk with the company. The Board hated me for it, and I knew that. And yet, here I was, accusing the Chairman of taking third party bribes on what was a nearly baseless suspicion. I felt like laughing at it all.

I spent the first couple of years carrying the company forward with caution. I hardly inched in progress or investment, or even profit. With each coming year, the Board grew uncomfortable. I was unproblematic, but drab in the shadow of Father’s innovative footsteps. Then I hired her, and it all seemed to get easier. I thought it was just me, that maybe it was simply because she put me at ease. She made it easier to share the burden of running a company, one that Father’s reputation was banked on. With her, I wasn’t alone. But it wasn’t just me. She put the Board at ease as well, and I wondered now, if she could be behind it all.

Thinking of her made me want her here all over again. She was always silently judging all my decisions, second guessing every single move I made. She acted like she knew better and I hated it. And despite all that, I wanted her next to me right now as I risked the entire company. No, no. She couldn’t possibly be behind this. I trusted her. I didn’t even know why, but I did. And that was probably the worst part of it all. Had I just been blinded by her?

With a deep breath, I continued with an air of confidence. “Chairman, I advise that you relay this to the Board. Our customer loyalty has risen dramatically. People trust us. Park Investments is the recommended investment company for everyone and their grandmother. They will continue to invest with us even as we look into new technologies and encourage our customers to do the same. If the Board questions my judgement due to my age, know that my father himself trained me for this position, and my business plan is reliable. If, however, the Board suddenly questions my judgement due to a large sum of money deposited into their off-shore checking accounts, I will take action. Let that be clear.”

The Chairman cleared his throat once more. Must be old age, or guilt. I was certain now that I was right. Someone was paying off the Board to vote a certain way on my decisions, and on me. “The Board has an external candidate who can advance the company, hold it to a higher standard. If they vote, I will be forced to make the decision to remove you as CEO of Park Investments.”

Always command authority, even if it’s slipping from you, Father had said. And that’s what I did. Despite the room seeming to whir around me, I spoke with ease. It was something I had perfected in all the years of running this company. No one takes you seriously when you’re this young unless you make them. “Well, Mr. Chairman, you should advise them prior to any voting that I am well-informed about the third party involved.” Bluff. “I suggest everybody make decisions based solely on their professional expertise.”

The Chairman searched for words, fragments of his sentence coming through before he stopped himself. “Yes, Mr. Park. I’ll keep you updated.” He decided finally before hanging up promptly. Good choice, I thought to myself.

My hand was close to shaking, my entire body trembling with a fear I hadn’t thought I would feel. I was losing this company, and someone was behind it. Father had spent nearly half of my life grooming me for the would-be position of CEO. It was mine as soon as he began the company. It was a dream, a shared one. We wanted to do it together. I was going to be the CEO and he was going to stand behind me proudly every step of the way. And I was losing it.

It’s been almost a year. The first two years of running Park Investments had been a breeze. Of course, in those years, I was never really running it alone. It was our dream come true, really. Any lack of courage or confidence in my decisions was compensated by the company of my father. Then, the cancer grew more adamant on taking him away from me.

It hadn’t been the worst thing, according to my father, at least, not until it spread to his hands. When he couldn’t hold a pencil anymore, when he couldn’t draw– that was when he felt that universe had come for the debt he owed it. I think he gave up.

And then, I was doing the whole thing alone. I was always determined on preserving his legacy. His employees and colleagues looked up to him like he was a king. Having me in charge of Park Investments without any guidance, –and being only in my mid-twenties– that worried everyone.

It was the Chairman that had told me to get an assistant. Two was better than one. Even if I didn’t get a seasoned professional; everyone thought I needed help. And god, when she walked into my office for her interview that day, I remember my mind going completely blank.

I’d be exaggerating if I said she was the most beautiful woman ever, but she had this safety to her. Even though she was clearly out of place in the city and her eyes scampered nervously whenever she crossed the street, she somehow knew exactly what she was doing. She was qualified, smart, and determined with plenty of her own ideas for the company. I was ready to hand over the entirety of Park Investments with confidence as soon as the interview was over. And that, was terrifying. It was terrifying because maybe everyone was right, that I did need help. So, I panicked.

As quickly as I had made the decision to hire her, I went straight into self-destruct mode. Having someone like her around to constantly challenge my direction for the company would only make work harder for me. I tried to sabotage the whole thing by making a pass at her– a bold one, at that.

“I’m going to need...company, from time to time.” I had paused to paint a smirk over my lips, the filthiest kind: shameless and full of greed for her body. It wasn’t hard when she had been wearing that thin blouse. Her eyes went wide and her entire body froze. I remember the way she blinked, trying so hard to wrap her head around the words coming out of her new boss’s mouth. “Of course, I can always hire someone else.”

I had hoped then that she would run out of the building and never come back, never make me feel like I couldn’t run this company myself. But she stayed. So, then I pretended. I pretended because I was Park Hyungsik, CEO of Park Investments and I did not need anyone. I hid every ounce of respect I had for her, any hint that I might like her in any magnitude– I packed it under a layer of apathy and hostility. And still, she stayed.

I fingered the edge of the open sketchbook that sat on the desk in front of me. The edges were stained with pale-colored water and the stem of an oncidium bookmarked this page. Funny. Father had kept the flowers around to remind him of his wife, whom he had walked away from. And now that same damn flower reminded me of her. Even if she may very well be the person ripping everything I valued away from me. I was thinking of her. These flowers weren’t even as beautiful as roses or daisies or lilies or whatever other girls liked.

A fading sketch filled the paper, Father’s last one. My nose stung each time I looked at it, but I had learned to accept the reality now. It was a traditional family-style portrait: Father, his wife, their son. Then, with an arm on Father’s shoulder, standing behind him, was me. The family photo that Father could never take, his only dream after he walked away that day. I beat myself over it, even though I had been young, I knew it was my fault that Father walked away from his family.

I raked my hand back through my hair, wishing I could just yank all the strands out. Being in Father’s old studio was supposed to calm me. I came here to visit him; he always said a piece of him had been left here with his sketches. Now, I had to figure out who was paying the Board to vote against me. I had to secure my position in a company that was created for me. I just had to prove to the Board that I was meant to be here, that I wanted to be here. I needed to know who was behind this. The Board has an external candidate. That’s what the Chairman had said. No Board of Directors in their right minds would dismiss the CEO, especially when that CEO was the founder’s son.

My phone vibrated against the wooden desk: (1) Inbox. Even when I took a personal leave, the work never seemed to stop. The thought of smashing my phone against the wall was growing more appealing by the minute, but I couldn’t even be annoyed. I was still the CEO, for now.

Sliding the notification, I opened the email. I swore I’d never wished for death to collect me as fast as I did when I saw the photos. My heart seemed to crack right through my ribs, all oxygen sucked out of the room. Forget whoever was paying off the Board. I was done for regardless. If anyone saw these, that would be the end, and I would lose her too. She would think I did this. I tapped on the photos, swiping through them as they filled my screen. Despite how small they looked on the phone, they held so much power.

But the angle- these photos were taken from inside my office. My breath quickened as my body pleaded for air. There had to be a way out of this. Who could be behind this? Did she really plant a camera there? That would only humiliate her as well. Her face, her breasts, the hickies, the sex– it was all there. Photo after photo. Would she want to get rid of me that badly? No, it couldn’t be her...could it?

The press would have a field day and the Board wouldn’t have any other choice. Even if they had liked to me to begin with, I was done for. It was all over. I lost Park Investments. I lost the company.

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 9.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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Big authorities in power walk about the marble building, wearing blue plastic shoe prints and a white mask with a protective suit. Renjun already knows why he was called here so suddenly by detective Byun and Park.

Chanyeol stands in front of the boy sitting down, swapping a soft cotton-pick in past the mouth rubbing around the saliva as much as he could get. The older man pulls away soon sealing it into a plastic see-clear bag, looking down at it and then up at his partner Detective Byun.

Baekhyun gives him a nod, tapping his shoulder. He turns to Renjun. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr Huang.” Chanyeol stands up leaving the side. The artist gave a small nod, he should help as much as he can.

Renjun looks up at the shorter detective, he approaches and sits down next to him. Baekhyun sighing. “It must be stressful for you. Your only family in Korea has gotten in this mess unwillingly, how are you holding up with everything?” Renjun lightly looks down twiddling with the thumbs. “I’m trying my best to stay positive. I’m sure she’s alive somewhere.” Renjun tells the man.

Baekhyun would admire the positivity, if he was in Renjun’s place he would be the most pessimistic man alive. But that is different because Baekhyun knows what Mark Lee can do and has done. The bastard killed children and women without hesitation, not only that, he did it with brutal ways more than one;

To him, Mark Lee is an abomination needing to be cleansed out of this world.

“I admire you for that, it’s not easy to stay calm.” Baekhyun tells with a pat on the back, praising the younger man massively. Renjun shortly chuckles with disbelief. “You don’t get it though.”

Renjun begins, Baekhyun raising an eyebrow at the sudden demure change. Maybe he was wrong?. Renjun looks at Baekhyun with real concern and fear in his full-eyes, “I’m not worried about Mei so much. I’m worried about Mark if he has her around still.”

Why is he worried about the mafia-serial killer right now? Baekhyun opens the lips but nothing comes out, he is bamboozled out of existence. Renjun purse his lips into a thin line.

“You see, my sister isn’t as mentally stable as she seems. She doesn’t know it herself, what she can be capable of.” He looks away. Renjun standing up as he bows his head towards Baekhyun who sat so still and frozen by the sudden confusion that left him even more wondrous. “Thank you do your hard work, please find her soon.” Renjun said, walking away.

Baekhyun mutters under his breath. “Women are scary indeed but.. what did he mean by that.” He shakes it off as something mixed up that Renjun meant metaphorically? But little did anyone know this was a warning sent by Renjun.

Maybe the biggest monster isn’t Mark at all. Maybe it’s the least unexpected, the people you don’t expect to be the most lost in the darkness.

A groan escapes the girl’s pinkish lips shining under the gigantic yellow light from outside morning sunshine. Mei sits up blocking one hand with the sun, sighing. “I miss my bed..” Mei complains, she really needs to go back to her apartment.

The body stands up, walking ahead to the bathroom until something metallic clatters around the wooden object, causing the psychiatrist to fall back down on the bed with a high pitch yelp. “What the —“ Mei sits up noticing the sudden pain on the wrist.

The wrist tied by the handcuffs to the bed frame. Mei cursing as she roughly pulls and taps the metallic restraints. If anything why was she restrained? She thought this was past the stage of their trust!

“Mark? Where are you? Mark? Hello?” She calls out with no response. She was alone in the hotel room, and something with Mei comes up with a theory that he left without her.

With the confusion running down her veins, Mark Lee walks back into the front door to answer all of them. Mei’s eyes light up, going on her knees in the bed to stand higher. Mark with lifeless dull eyes not acknowledging the girl’s presence until later where he throws new clothes on the bed.

As well as on him, Mark had new clothes too. A red hoodie zipper up, black jeans and a black shirt with a black mask to hide his identity.

Mei looks down at the clothes and then at the man as her left hand points to the hancuff to the right hand only. “Mind uncuffing me or something?” Mark hums, “Good morning to you too, and that would be a no.” He states harshly.

A laughter of surprise ejects past the lips, Mei shaking her head. Seriously? Handcuffing her? “Why?” She asks and Mark tilts his head. “Obviously you’ll run away so that’s why, god, you really aren’t smart are you?”

“You can’t be serious.” She tells him, the man shrugging carelessly. “Don’t think just because we slept together you’ll be free.” Mark said, causing the psychiatrist to eye him like he’s her most despise thing to lay eyes on.

Mei croaks out with sudden frustration and anger built up. “You fucker, let me go this instant!” Mark seeing this thrilling angry expression on the woman he hasn’t seen yet, smiles in sweet delight with a donut jam right in the middle— that is how sweet he is enjoying the situation. “No. In fact I was going to release you earlier but, I changed my mind…”

He sweetly trails roughly pulling Mei’s face in his hand hold, smiling down at her with all the power running in the body. He has her on puppet strings, under his control. All of it. Mark loves it to the fullest. She glared up at him, scoffing. “Continue being angry, it’s sorta hot.” Mark cheers walking away as he stood outside the door.

“Im going to be busy today, you’ll be alone for most of the day. I promise I’ll be back soon.” He teases her, “yah! Don’t leave me here, yah! Mark- I-, asshole!” closing the door shut when Mei began speaking.

“You bastard.” Mei cackled out harshly. “Wait till I get out of here, you’re going to a worse mental asylum. No, I’ll just depart you to America and they can have you.” Mei said as she pulls on the metallic police item, in anger and Frustration she kicks the clothes from the bed, flinging them powerfully on the floor.

It was over her head. Mei thought Mark and her would have a deeper relationship of understanding each other but guess not, the last night intimate activity caused them to go farther apart and it didn’t last long, because Mark is back to his old ways with having trust issues unable to even keep Mei freely alone in the room.

She doesn’t care though. She will get out of here now that her eyes slowly land on the handcuffs small key on the bed night stand table. It’s far away from her right hand, she won’t be able to reach that way.

The woman turns to her left free hand, almost there but the arm was too short. She switches position as if this was a workout. Mei moves her legs scotching over the edge, with little bit effort.

Mei slowly achieves a hold on the box with the key, swinging it back on the bed where Mei has gained the key. She squeals open the handcuffs. Sighing once it made a large click. “Finally,” Mei rubs her free wrist, standing up and then running to the bathroom with the scattered clothes he bought her; she might as well use those.

The town was absolutely isolated, the woman has no idea where she is but that’s okay. Asking around for bus money, she surprisingly runs into someone who gave her enough to go into Seoul. She took it, thanking them. Seoul is known as the birthplace of night life. Some articles call it the Vampire City, because of how busy it gets at night and that no one seems to sleep when the city goes dark. Mei has to agree, it definitely fits the name. The manifestations of wanting to leave from before, was building up inside Mei. The doctor simply took off at the right route of outside massive apartment buildings.

Mei ran for it. There was something about the way that the woman feels, like she is being stalked, followed. Hell, maybe even choked. Mei has this suffocation in her throat that makes her wonder if she actually really is free. If this is her imagination, maybe. Maybe this is a sick dream, and she’s actually still with Mark. The doctor wasn’t sure what’s real and what’s not real— For someone with psychology degrees..she’s massively lost in herself.

Running in the apartment, Mei took the elevator and then ran once again when the tenth floor arrives.

Mei inhales shaky breathing, stopping at the number of the door. The hands start to bang numerously without a constant same speed, it was chaotic and Mei wasn’t stopping, until it’s opened. The white door heard an unlocking click, Renjun peeking outside. The eyes widen at the scared shaky pupils who tremble with tears forming in the eyes, the boy engulfs the woman who falls down on the knees. “Mei..?” Renjun calls softly as he comforts his crying sister in the warm hands.

She doesn’t respond unless it was the sobbing. The smaller hands gripping on the shirt behind, burying deep into the chest, her eyelashes wetting the clothes by the tears but somehow, Renjun doesn’t mind. The boy went through so many stages of grief that he’s past all the scolding he wanted to do for so long. Renjun is just glad she’s back home, safely…

Renjun slowly coos. “Mei..are you okay? Not hurt? Let me see.” He begins to speak again, Mei watching him move up as she follows, standing up, she goes in the apartment as he locks and closes the door. Mei shakily walking to the couch.

The eyes lock on the big tv wall screen, the news playing quietly. Mei searching for the remote controller, she puts the volume up as her eyes squint at the tv in shock.

“No way…” Mei murmurs in disbelief.

Today we have found a burned woman to ashes. The forensic scientists couldn’t identity the person yet but it seems like it was a woman. The police are suspecting that it is probably Huang Mei, but that is yet to be proven.

“This is Ahn Junho, the news achor. I will now show a video of Detective Byun Baekhyun’s message to Mark Lee.”

“It seems that Mark Lee has murdered yet another person. This diabolical, abomination on earth needs to be stopped. I will not sleep or eat until I catch this man. Underline my words red, I will not stop. Mark if you are hearing this, watch your back.”

The intense glares from Baekhyun left Mei speechless at the determination. But it only made Mei feel more sick to the stomach, upset and stressed. She didn’t realise it, but Renjun was standing behind the couch, as he looks down in worry. Mei looks tired, stressed— hell, he doesn’t know what the bastard did to her . He could only imagine what. The couch behind to fill, once Renjun has slowly joined Mei to sit down next to her.

The girl immediately falls down on him, resting the head onto the shoulder as her tears stain her face dry. He slowly wraps an arm around her, to support the body that she is slanting. “Mei..” Renjun calls out. She hums, never seeming to look at him in the eyes. “Please look at me.” He tells her, but this time in Chinese.

Moving the head off, She turns around to glance at her brother dead in the eyes . He sighs. “Please don’t work there anymore.” Renjun begs, Mei looks down fidgeting with her nails. “I like the work, Renjun.”

Renjun grits the teeth, bringing hands to hold Mei’s face. “You were gone… for a month. A month, Mei.” He repeats, but Mei looks away shaking the hands off the face. Renjun’s frustration were more like big brother worries. “Please Renjun, I can’t talk about this. I’m going to check into work and tell the police that I’m free.”

He croaks out in disagreement. “No, no, stay home. I’ll do it for you.” Renjun pulls Mei to sit down, she falls back on the couch and he heavily sighs out. “I’ll do everything for you okay? You sit down, I.. will do everything. Just don’t leave, again.”

This could seem like a family thing to say, but Mei felt something off in Renjun’s voice, as if he knows something that she doesn’t. It feels like the brunette artist is trying to prevent something from escalating even more. Mei can’t help but not shrug this off. Renjun did not waste the time grabbing his shoes on and a jacket, with the car keys he left the apartment. Mei was alone in the apartment but why did she feel so.. dead.

So empty and hollow. Mei feels like she took a part of Mark with her, to haunt her if she ever escapes. The girl looks around, going into the kitchen she looks about only. The appetite was nearly non existent, she barely ate for a month and lost plenty of weight; Mei was only slim-ish, but now she’s a lot more. She hates it if anything, it somehow reminds her of something but she can’t remember what.

The memories are faint, everything feels static like a old television from the 90’s with the black and white moving screen when signal goes out.

The police went into massive shock when the girl was brought back in for questioning, all thanks to Renjun who screams on top of his lungs in twice as much shock. The trembling pale woman covered in a blanket the police gave her, for comfortability— it does get far too cold in the interrogation room.

Renjun would have to wait outside, so Mei is alone with Detective Baekhyun and Detective Chanyeol. Despite these faces having the most-worrisome, suspicious but at the same time relieved expressions, it made Mei’s skin crawl. The adrenaline running wild in the system, feeling completely trapped and isolated. This interrogation feels exactly like the kidnapping from back then.

Baekhyun leans forward from the chair to take a closer look at Mei, folding hands together of his own. Chanyeol from the left side with a note pad, holding an ink pen. The older man opens his mouth slowly, still a little bit of disbelief running in his head.

“Are you okay, miss Huang?” Baekhyun asks, he sees the woman tremble a nod forward, softly uttering out. “Yes.”

He nods with a professional smile, turning to the side looking at Chanyeol with a signal with his finger clicking. “Okay, Miss Huang. Let’s take this recap slow.” Baekhyun looks at Mei. “On the day of the kidnapping before it happened, what did you do. Tell me about your day from morning till you left to go home.”

She sighs out zoning on the table as her thoughts travelled into the past, but somehow this became a puzzle piece mystery. “I..Uhm, I took care of the asylum patients. But my main priority was Mark Lee, so I spend most of my day with him trying to make progress.. I then..had coffee with Johnny and Yuta my co-workers. After that I took care of more patients in the ward, and then I left to go home.”

Baekhyun hums, “Okay, what else happened Miss Huang?”

“On my way i went to my car i park outside the asylum building, but…” Mei slowly rubs the forehead, starting to whisper. “I think, my ex boyfriend was waiting at my car. He wanted to talk to me about last night, we.. broke up.”

The silent pause was there and Baekhyun was about to speak again. But Mei has done the job for him. Chanyeol slowly writing the story details in bullet points, watching the woman at the desk with Baekhyun.

“Then.. Mark came out into the open. He threatened my ex boyfriend and then the van arrived. Mark took me with him .. that’s all that happened before the kidnapping.” She croaks out, Baekhyun murmurs. “So this is when he took you to the farm house?”

He earns a nod, Baekhyun slowly brings out a clear plastic bag with evidence files for the doctor to look at. “We found your blood in the field, what’s that about? Did Mark ever physically harm you?” He saw Mei jump with hands shaking. “No, not at all. Actually he’s never.. laid hands on me.” She looks down to the plastic bags, running hands on them. “Then what’s this blood about?” Baekhyun tells with a raise eyebrow.

“I stepped on a glass shred.” Mei explains. “Miss Huang, are you sure that you stepped on a glass shred?” Baekhyun freely replies.

“Yes, it was a glass shred. I was trapped inside this room for a few weeks in the farm house. I got lucky enough to notice the window lock half broken, so i broke it with enough strength and escaped..

“When I escaped, Mark came out looking for me. By then I was in the woods. No matter where I went he found me. I was dragged out of the woods but we ended up changing plans because of the police..”

Baekhyun gawks his eyes open, sharing the same face like Chanyeol; the two police men watching Mei at those words. He tilts his head, “So you guys escaped, where did you reside in?”

Mei shakes the shoulders lightly. “I..don’t know. Some junk-yard hotel he found..”

“What did you do in the hotel room until you escaped.”

“I don’t know- I…”

“Miss Mei. What do you remember?”

The woman croaks open avoiding their determined eyes. Baekhyun saw the whole demure change, she was hiding something, from the way her body faced away from the chair and to the door, immediately wanting or wishing to run away from the situation. The moment he starts to pry into what they have done together in the hotel room, she began to rebel.

“I don’t know..I feel sick.” She mentions slowly looking at the black floor, falling in a daze.

The following memories flash white, a movie tape rewinding back to the hotel intimacy that Mark and Mei held together accountable. The moments where they spoke without needing to know about their hostage-kidnapper relationship. Without needing to be treated like a patient-doctor relationship. It felt like it was just Mei and Mark, no one else. Nothin running in their minds, no bother to care about anything else. She hates to admit it aloud, but mentally it was enough to say; She hates how she felt the safest in his arms, out of all people. Ironic isn’t it?

“We…I don’t know. I’m so sorry, we just…” The dreading voice splitters into different lines, confusing the police who try to deviate the words. But the gibberish crying makes it sound impossible to ornate back.

We slept together… We talked together like we were normal people. We trauma bonded. Mei thought, but not enough courage to tell out. She wants to tell them these things, but she knows if she did, she would be judged upon. Perhaps even treated mental because Mei truly feels like Mark is not a bad guy..

That this bad, Mafia leader killer stuff is just a bad act on society to view him this way. That is what Mei believes.

The irony. Feeling comfortable, safe, appreciated, Understood, cared for— looked out for. Mei felt those with Mark, a killer, a mafia leader. A dangerous most wanted man in South Korea. The man who has kidnapped her out of his own selfish reasons— He made her feel better than she could ever imagine.

These feelings came creeping out quickly like a lurking predator, bursting open to the police. Bombing them with a crying scene of Mei breathing heavily, yet the chest felt suffocated. The amount of breathing she’s took yet no air seemingly inhaled into the lungs. Eyes brimming with ear, spilling tears endlessly like blood-shedding on a sword. The teeth gritting, Mei let’s out a mournful grunt.

Chanyeol runs to the unstable woman in the chair trembling massively, crying out louder with screams once Chanyeol has held her tight to comfort. “Stay away from me!” Mei screams pushing away, falling out the chair, as her body launches to the door to run out.

Crawling up, the door swinging open as she ran for it. Chanyeol and Baekhyun following out by the doorframe. Renjun standing up from the seat, sprinting to his sister. The man engulfs her into the hug, tackling on the floor where Mei fell instantly in his hands screaming, squirming, shaking, fighting back. It’s as if she was scared to be surrounded by people itself.

Something made Mei put up these walls she’s never had before. But to Renjun, he saw this before.

Hushing quietly, Renjun coos a long string of lines following that it’s going to be okay, as long as she’s in his arms everything will be okay. Mei listens, but the tears didn’t stop.

“Someone get the nurse!” Chanyeol shouts across the police ward, them rushing to find a solution. Mei’s eyes felt heavy as Renjun sees his sister quietly dash to sleep.

Baekhyun approaches slowly, watching the two on the floor curling up. “Renjun, is miss Mei okay?” The Chinese boy raise an eyebrow looking at Baekhyun . “Detective, what does it look like? She’s just had a mental breakdown plus an anxiety attack, all thanks to your pressuring questions!” Renjun shouts forward, protective huddling the unconscious woman in the chest.

Glaring up at the man, Baekhyun sighs out defeated. Yes, he was out of line for forcing and asking too many questions at once. But he was truly just doing his job. “I am sorry, okay? But you gotta understand that I was doing my job.” Baekhyun throws forward, but Renjun throw faster with his comebacks. “Your job is to protect people, not to cause them to have a breakdown.”

“When you put it that way I cannot argue.” He responds back, with hands sliding in the front pockets. “The ambulance is coming quick. I think it’s better if the asylum take her in for therapy. She seems distressed, she wasn’t answering confidently. Have of her answers were taking loads of time to come out.”

“Furthermore… She seems to be hiding something. I feel it.” Baekhyun whispers under the voice. Renjun hums out, “what did you say?”

Baekhyun raises eyes out, shaking head with a soft smile. “Ah? Nothing, don’t worry. I’ll help you provide Mei safety and care. I apologise for causing a strain onto the mental health.”

The Chinese boy only nods softly, glancing back to the unconscious face of the woman in his body lean in. The black raven hair, bangs roughed up, face pale and lips bitten from the nervous habit. Renjun races fingers down the hair, before he stood up carrying Mei in the arms.

Psycho Love Masterlink.

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⇢ pairing: taehyung x reader ⇢ fic type: one shot ⇢ genre: angst, smut ⇢ word count: 3.9K ⇢ theme: boyfriend!taehyung + jealous boyfriend ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), deep throat, possession kink, fingering (f. receiving), doggy style, praise kink, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cum inside, cream pie. ⇢ synopsis: after what was supposed to be a nice quiet dinner with his friends, taehyung decides he should put you in your place, the best way he can think of. ⇢ A/N: sorry it took so long, lmao! kinda got into the idea of one request a day sooo, i've just been doing that! thanks for being so patient and i hope you like it... i might’ve gotten a bit carried away...... :]

In the past few months you and Taehyung had been together, he never missed the chance to marvel about his admiration for your fashion sense. If he wasn't complimenting you over and over again about the way you dressed, he was asking your opinion on something that he wanted to wear.

You loved it. The drop 'o' expression he'd pull whenever you were rounding the corner. Hearing him tell you in a deep voice how good you looked. How he loved the way something you were wearing fit you. Just that alone was enough to have your toes curling.

Which was why you were taking special care of you appearance after he announced you'd be meeting his hyungs for the first time. About two years ago he had a staring role in a TV drama. He had kept in touch with some of his co-stars and tonight was the first time you were being invited to one of their meetups; you wanted to make a good impression, because that boy loved to brag. Never missing an opportunity to show you off. The memory of meeting his BANGTAN friends for the first time was still fresh in your mind.

He wouldn't shut up the entire night about how great you were. Stroking your ego each and every time he opened your mouth. You couldn't tell if his buddies were getting annoyed or not, you were too focused on him and how good his words were making you feel.

You hoped tonight wouldn't be much different. Dressed nicely in a checkered red and black two piece, a black turtle neck underneath the spaghetti strap top, you waited in the kitchen for your boyfriend's arrival.

He was knocking on the door only two minutes after he said he'd be there. He grinned widely at you at the swing of the front door, arms instantly finding your waist as he pulled you toward him. “Missed you, beauty.” He mumbled, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

Due to his extremely busy schedule, you really only got to see each other once or twice a week... unless he was on a break. He was constantly flying from here to there and then back again, you two hardly had time to take a moment.

This was your first time seeing him in a long while and you had to admit, you missed him a lot too. Which was exactly what you were replying before unwrapping your body from his, going to grab your purse and following him out to the car.

He drove, a leisure he didn't always have, you beside him with your hands joined ontop the middle console. You chatted the whole way to the restaurant, him telling you funny stories of him and his hyungs. You listened, putting your input where it fit and laughing along with him.

Before you knew it, he was parking and rounding the car to open the door for you. His fingers wrapped around yours, a wet kiss landing on your lips as you slid from your seat. You smiled against his mouth, arms going to wrap around his neck. “I like what you're wearing,” He mumbled against your lips, eyes boring into yours. The tips of his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt.

You bit your lip. Noticing the subtle change within his eyes. Much darker and less playful. It seemed almost random, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know it wasn't. You didn't fail to notice his lingering stare, constant pull at his lower lips, the curious drag of his fingers over your thighs. All this while he was concentrating on the road and telling you stories.

He was nothing if not a multitask-er. “Taehyung-ie, is that you?” The voice came from behind you two. You stepped back, eyes finding the owner of the words. Park Hyungsik took long strides toward you and you had to keep your mouth from dropping.

Of course, you've seen him on TV. In pictures with your beloved boyfriend, but never... not once have you seen him in person. He was just as handsome, if not more standing right in front of you. He grinned.

Tae was quick to introduced you two. You stepped forward, offering your hand for a handshake, which he gratefully took. “Wow, you weren't lying... she's gorgeous,” His words were directed to your boyfriend. “She's making my heart flutter... just standing there,” You couldn't fight the blush that dusted over your cheeks.

“Thank you,” You smiled, hand slipping from his grasp. “You're... uh, very handsome too.” You felt like an idiot. Of course he knew that, he had thousands of people whining about his good looks on the daily. Nevertheless, he accepted your compliment, turning his back to you two.

“Hyung is already inside,” He gestured toward the entrance and you began to follow him. Tae was close behind you, securing an arm around your waist as you two made your way inside. He held you close the entire walk to the table, grip dropping only when he was sitting down.

He took your hand instead. “Aren't you going to introduce us?” Seojoon glanced at his friend in slight confusion. Taehyung nodded his head slightly, lifting your intertwined hands. “Hyung, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Seojoon-hyung.”

You were just barely able to wiggle your hand from your boyfriend's grasp, offering a handshake to the man sitting across from you before sinking back into your seat. Taehyung smiled slightly when your hand was finding his again.

The three men fell into easy conversation, catching each other up on the happenings of their life, excitement on their faces as they talked. You listened quietly, pitching in here and there. And before you knew it they were turning the conversation on to you.

Your interests discussed, your taste in music, what your plans were for the future. You answered all the questions that Tae didn't beat you to. It surprised you how much he knew about you, things that you didn't remember telling him.

“She doesn't answer her own questions?” Seojoon spoke jokingly and you let out a soft laugh when Taehyung was answering again, “She does.” You smiled, running your thumb over the back of his hand.

“He's just trying to show off,” You grinned. “Tae pays so much attention to me,” Your words were enough to wipe the embarrassed look off of his face. If only you knew that wasn't the case at all. He wasn't trying to prove his knowledge on your day-to-day life, not at all. His intentions was much more... primal.

He was able to mask it after that comment, allowing you to speak and not jumping to be the buffer between his friends and you. Taehyung watched how easily you were able to get along with the two men, laughing at their jokes and sharing common interests.

And he would've been happy about it too, if it wasn't for Hyungsik's constant obvious flirting. At least, it was obvious to everyone except for you. You were just falling into it, being shameless along with him.

He nearly lost it when you got up to switch seats with Seojoon so you were now sitting next to Hyungsik. A lame excuse of wanting to see the video he was showing you on his phone, yet you never returned to your original spot.

Tae tried to involve himself in your conversation and when that failed, he tried to talk to Seojoon. Tried to hide the fact that he was a jealous wreck and wanted nothing more than to rip you away from his hyung and show you who you belonged to.

He hated thinking that way. You were a person and not some prize to be fought over, but in the same breath you were his. You had always been his and now he had to sit there and watch his girl get close with someone else? That was enough to put anyone in a bad mood.

He concentrated on his meal, happy that the table was much quieter now that the food was out. “Oh! Y/N, this has to be the best burger I've ever... you've got to try this.” Hyungsik was breaking off a piece of his sandwich, offering it to you on a fork.

“She doesn't eat red meat,” Tae grumbled from across the table and you smiled at him, shaking your head. “Thanks baby, but I can...” He was scoffing before you could finish your sentence, waving you off with a flick of his wrist.

“Fucking eat it then,” He rolled his eyes.

“God, Taehyung. What's your problem?” You spat. It wasn't lost on you how pissy he's been the entire evening-- making everything uncomfortable for everyone.

“I'm the one with the problem? You're the one falling all over my friend as if I'm not sitting right here!” Your cheeks darkened in embarrassment, shocked that he'd lay that out so bluntly in front of everyone.

Didn't he say he wanted you to get along with his friends? You were! You were doing exactly what he asked you to do and now he was being an asshole? You wanted to scream. Hardly ever, did you two argue and now in front of everyone was when he wanted to do it?

“I'm not even doing anything? You've been scowling since we sat down, arms crossed like someone fucked you over. If you were going to be like this, then why did you even invite me?” He took one look at you, rolled his eyes and tossed his napkin onto his plate.

“I'm not hungry anymore,” He spat, digging through his wallet and tossing some cash onto the table. Enough to cover both his and your meals. He was storming out of the restaurant.

Now you were pissed. He was acting childish and deserved a good whack on the side of his head, because who even acted like that? Apologizing to his friends, you stood from your seat and exited behind him-- surprised to see he didn't drive off with how ridiculous he was being.

He didn't speak the entire ride back to his place. That stupid scowl on his face as his fists gripped the steering wheel. You had no idea what went wrong, you were just being friendly! And now he was accusing you of falling all over his friends? Did he expect you to give them the cold shoulder, ignore them and not interact?

Taehyung shoved the car into park, climbing out the front seat and slamming the door behind him. You watched as he trudged the whole way to the house, swinging the front door open.

Yanking you seat belt off, you were right behind him. You were entering just as he was stomping up the steps toward his room. You followed him, pushing the door open before he had the chance to close it in your face.

“We're not going to talk about this?” You asked. He needed to explain himself, you needed an explanation. There was no way you were going to allow him to act all pissed off while you were clueless.

“Sure, we can talk about it. We can talk how you spent the entire night eye fucking one of my closest friends... while I was sitting right there!” Eye fucking? Was he insane?

“Eye fucking?” You repeated, nose scrunched slightly in confusion. “Who was I 'eye fucking'?”

“Don't play stupid, Y/N.” God, wow. Hew was really upset. You never pinned your boyfriend to be the jealous type. He seemed all too level headed for that. You had never given him a reason not to trust you so him acting like this was a bit... odd?

“Did you forget whose girlfriend you were?” He was speaking when a few moments passed where you hadn't said anything. You couldn't help the way your eyes seemed to roll at his sentence. “I'm your girlfriend, Tae. Come on, I was just being nice.”

Taehyung was standing in front of you, a hand running over the sides of your neck before grasping your chin. He forced your gaze to his eyes, the darkness from earlier had returned. There was a wild glint in them. “Whose? Say it again,” He was smirking. He looked so domineering looking at you like that, it was kind of hot.

“Yours, Tae. All yours.” You kissed his groaning lips, arms wrapping around his body as you pressed your chest against his. His big hands were dropping below your waist, grasping the hem of your skirt.

Taehyung yanked the fabric upward as he was pushing his tongue into your mouth. The thong you were wearing doing very little to keep your ass from being exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. His hands dropped down, one covering either cheek. He squeezed and you moaned.

“Mine,” His words were murmured against your lips, slowly he was pulling back his lips finding your neck. Your fists clutched the fabric of his shirt as his lips painted your neck with wet kisses. Your body jerked when his mouth was grazing over the area just below your ear. Mouth working to form a love bite, marking his territory.

Tae was tilting his head back to admire his work. You jumped up, him quickly catching you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His grasp dropped down to your thighs, taking backward steps until he was sitting back on the bed.

You sat your body up, straddling his lap as your fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. The moment you had the front open, he was shrugging it off. His fingers caught your chin, dragging your lips onto his.

He kissed you intently, with a purpose. A certain dominance behind each stroke of his tongue, each slide of his lips, had you shivering. His dark eyes bored into yours as he pulled back from your wanting lips, tongue wetting his lower lip before he was sucking it into his mouth.

“Get down,” His 'no funny business' tone had your toes curling. Taehyung lowering you onto the floor between his legs, the bulge in his pants becoming level with your eyes. You sighed, reaching a hand out to feel him. He was smirking, batting your hand away. “No hands,”

Without a word, you were clasping your hands behind your back. You watched as he brought his hands down, undoing the buckle of his belt before shoving his pants down his legs. His hard cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers and you wanted nothing more than to have a taste.

Your mouth was watering. He watched your face as he took his time with revealing his cock to you. He looked so big with his hand wrapped around his length. You watched, waiting as he stroked himself. His face twisting from the pleasure.

“You want a taste?” His tone was teasing, mocking you. You couldn't find it in you to come up with a snarky comment. You were too focused on his cock in front of you, the smooth slide of his hand, a bead of precum rolling down the side. You liked your lips, nodding.

Taehyung had been anticipating your approval, not even a moment passing before he was guiding the tip of his cock to your wanting lips. You opened up your mouth fully, hands staying secured behind your back as you began to suck.

On any normal occasion, you'd manage about half of his dick into your mouth, the bit you couldn't cover would be taken care of by your hands. Tonight was different. You were feeling greedy and you were sure he'd scold you if you moved your hands.

Bracing yourself, you lowered your head a bit more, taking his cock further into your mouth inch by inch until your nose was centimeters from his pubic bone. He groaned, hands tangling in your hair as he held your head still.

“Fuck, baby... you're doing so well,” His praise urged you to go on. Do more. You were sucking your cheeks into your mouth, creating a hallow as you bobbed your head over his length. His hips twitched and you ignored the sting in your throat, lowering yourself once again.

You continued on like that, taking note of how close he was getting. Taehyung strained to remain seated, curses leaving his lips in heavy breaths as he guided the movements of your hand with his hands.

“Look at you,” His hips began rocking, fucking into your mouth. You fought the urge to grasp his hips, allowing him to do whatever. “So beautiful,” Your eyes were watering and there was drool spilling from the sides of your mouth, but if Taehyung said you looked beautiful... than you must be a picture.

“My perfect girl. You're all mine, huh?” He wasn't even giving you the chance to answer, pushing his hips forward so his cock was sliding down your throat again. You felt your throat constrict around him and grunted, pulling back just as you began to cough.

Taehyung used the grip he had on your hair to lift you to your feet, his body rising along with yours. He was covering your mouth with his, kissing you messily and rough. Your head was spinning by the time he was pulling back. “On the bed,” It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. The firm slap on your ass put a pep in your step-- while pulling a yelp from your lips.

You lowered your body onto the mattress. Turning around at the gesture of his hand. You shifted onto your knees and elbows, face resting against the pillow as you awaiting his next move. Your heart pounding as you felt the dip of the mattress.

“You're so wet, baby. Look at your panties sticking to your pussy,” You heard the laugh in his voice, felt the tips of his fingers brush over your slit through your soaked panties. He rubbed his knuckle over your covered clit and you flinched. “Were you this wet all night? I wonder who made you this way... any thoughts?” He was teasing you, stroking at a devilishly slow pace.

“You, Tae. Only...” A whimper slipped through your lips. He had moved his fingers but only to lower your panties. You yelped, body jerking at the feeling of his fingers smacking against your clit. God. Since when was he like this? You could feel yourself getting wetter as the seconds ticked by.

“Don't lie to me,” And that voice. Fuck, you might just cum on spot if he kept talking to you that way. You were mindlessly wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into touching you more. Giving you more.

“Only you, Taehyung. Just you can make me like this,” You were able to gain enough composure to form a coherent sentence and you were more than proud of yourself. Taehyung seemed pleased as well, two fingers slipping into your entrance as a reward. You sighed in relief, thankful for the bit of stimulation.

You just wished he would go faster. There was no way you'd cum when he was fucking you so slow, fingers just barely brushing over the sweet spot deep inside of you. He knew that he was driving you insane too, that stupid smirk never leaving his face.

His hand was quick to still your hips that greedily tried to get more than what he was willing to give to you. “Don't be greedy. You're not cumming on my fingers,” He began spreading them, stretching you out nicely.

“I'm just getting you ready. Although, I don't think I even have to...” He was sliding his fingers out, your arousal displayed in a thin line connecting his fingers. “I've never seen you this wet,” You watched as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Tae, please.” You were gasping, pushing out toward him. Thank God, it seemed like he was tired of waiting as well. His big hand grasping his cock and moving to crouch down behind you. Inch by inch, he was sinking inside of you.

“See that?” He sounded a bit winded, finally being inside of you definitely effecting him. “I just slide right in... you were made for me, baby.” He was pulling his hips back until it was just his tip left. Quickly thrusting forward and making you gasp, “All mine.” His hands found your hips, gripping them as he settled for a pace.

Taehyung was not holding back. No not tonight. Each snap of his hips had you jolting forward, the firm grip he held on your hips the only thing keeping you from falling forward. Fuck, it felt so good. He was being so rough, so dominant and it was driving you wild. You knew, even before you had started, you knew you wouldn't last long... the build in your lower belly only proving you right.

“Close already, baby?” He could feel the way your pussy clenched around his cock. You nodded your head quickly, whines leaving your lips. Whines that you had tried to make sound like you asking for permission to cum.

It seemed like he understood, his hand snaking around your waist to your clit. He rubbed backwards circles against the tiny nub, the movement of his hips never letting up. “Go ahead, cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Only I can make you fall apart like this,” He was right. He was so right.

Everything felt better with him. Not once had you thought that it would be better with anyone else and you needed him to understand that. He was it for you. “Oh! God, Taehyung... I'm s-so... I'm so close, I'm so close.” Your hands grasped his, the pressure building between your legs and traveling to your stomach and up to your chest.

So close. “I-I... Keep going. Fuck, I love you, keep going.” All at once, there was a stutter in his thrusts, a strained 'oh fuck,' leaving his lips as his fingers sped up over your clit. You felt the snap. Your legs shaking and arms dropping your body as you came. He was right there with you, groaning as he filled you. It was warm, a feeling you felt you'd never get tired of.

It took him a moment to pull out, admiring the thick ropes of his seed sliding down your inner thigh. He fell onto his back, breathing heavy as he pulled your body onto his. You felt spent; as if you could fall asleep at any given second.

The two of you laid there in comfortable silence, his hand stroking your hair and your fingers drawing random patterns against his bare chest. “Did you mean to...” You felt the rumble of his voice against your fingers, your head peaking up to look up at him.

You grinned at his expression. Cheeks flushed and not from what you had just done. He was being shy and you knew why. “To say I love you? Yeah, I meant to.” He was grinning just as wide as you, eyes turning into slight slits as his mouth formed it's natural box shape. You kissed the beauty mark on his nose and he was quick to find your lips.

“I do too, you know.” His words were mumbling against your lips. A habit of his, speaking to you while kissing. You had gotten really good at making out what he was saying against your lips. “Love you,” You heard him loud and clear this time. You moved closer, kissing him fully.

The smile on your lips only grew as he kissed you. You couldn't be happier. Taehyung loved you. He was yours and you were his and you loved each other. What else could you ask for?

[jeon-ify]

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achilles once said | f. - seonghwa

precious star | f. - yunho

pretty girl - yunho

you belong to me - yeosang

stay here forever - san

on your lashes - san

dimple - san

grades - san

beg (ft. wooyoung) - san

my performance for you - san

your sannie - san

thoughts (ft. mingi) + pt. 2 - san

a little jealousy - san

take a picture - san

dollface - mingi

insecure - mingi

nasty - mingi

thoughts (ft. san) + pt. 2 - mingi

daddy - mingi

toxic ex - drabble - mingi

quit staring - mingi

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beg (ft. san) - wooyoung

strawberry fanta - wooyoung

please - jongho

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eclipse (UPCOMING) - jungkook

push it back - shownu

stop doing that or i’ll make you - im changkyun

on live - yuta

extra slippers- park hyungsik

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carved into you- levi ackerman (aot)

pussy slapping w mingyu (svt)

wet dreamz - bangchan

male optional lead 18+

apologetic sex with nanami

so deep - suguru geto (my most liked!)

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[taehyung-the-baehyung]

COMPANY || five.

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 4.5k

table of contents | one | two | three | four | five | six | 

m a s t e r l i s t

I could always feel the hungry eyes on me: mentally stripping me of the dress that pressed against my body, imagining me bent under their will. It was normal for me, for any of the women here, really. I was just an accessory, with no assumed function separate from simply standing with my arm in Hyungsik’s, smiling, and looking good. Dinners like these were a raunchy chaos of wandering eyes and disgusting passes from higher ups to women in positions lower than them– all hidden behind the dignity of fancy attire and business cards. It was better to be at a college party when it was all obvious, and out in the open, and at least then there was no consequence to “accidentally” spilling a drink on someone whose attention you didn’t want. These spoiled CEO brats of these investment companies were given the power and the privilege to do as they pleased for most of their lives, and women had become a perk to that lifestyle of luxury. We were theirs to stare at, to order around, to belong to.

The man before me now had lingering eyes that dragged along my hips and chest for far too long. By now I knew to simply smile politely and pretend that they were looking at my eyes and not my breasts. I was used to Hyungsik’s fingers pressing a little harder around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, and he would stroke my hip with his thumb. My chest would always thud to an uneven rhythm at Hyungsik’s firm hold on my side, claiming me as his to everyone here. I was used to the secret signs, the brushes of my ass as he passed, the smirk on his lips when he left a new silk scarf on my desk to cover up the gardens of purple that he left on my skin. These networking dinners like were always different, though; he wanted everyone here to know I was his.

But tonight, I was alone. 

I shuddered out of my thoughts, realizing just how often he had been on my mind as of late. It had been a couple days since I had heard from him. Had he landed? Was he checked into his hotel? Was he even at a hotel? What was he doing? Who was he meeting? All the questions just whirred through my mind, I could hardly focus on work when he wasn’t by my side. I was starting to wonder if it was him who needed me or me who needed him.

“Where’s your boss, sweetheart?” The man took a step closer to me as I waited for the bartender to pour my drink. The way the corners of his lips turned upwards made my blood curl with disgust, but I forced yet another polite smile, a mere accessory of the business world, I had learned.

“Out of the country,” I responded curtly to the man. “Something came up.” A certain dread started to stir in my stomach the more I thought about it. Hyungsik hadn’t told me anything further about his trip to Europe.

My phone vibrated in my purse and my stomach lurched, hoping it was Hyungsik. Did he finally remember I was here? I cursed myself for thinking it. He didn’t get to drop off the face of the planet after a confusingly affectionate night and then keep me wrapped around his finger. I couldn’t give him that power. I was supposed to hate him, and now I just sounded like a dramatic teenager who just started dating someone. He had gone and left me in the wake of my own ruin.

Part of me thought that he must be busy with his not-business-related-business in Europe, but the other part of me knew better. He was surely embarrassed or regretful of the other night. He probably said things he didn’t mean when he was drunk. Though see, the thing was, I wasn’t even sure if he was drunk to begin with. I certainly was, that was no question. I had taken shot after shot in celebration, but he only sipped on his whiskey. I had been raking through my foggy memory to find details that maybe he was also drunk that night, but I could only remember my own frenzy.

 “Oh, that’s a shame. I had an offer for him,” the man frowned. He stepped closer to me, his eyes rising to meet mine. “Though perhaps I can convince you to pass it on.”

The woman behind the bar cleared her throat and handed me a long frame of glass, encasing a bubbling yellowish liquid inside. I sighed in relief as I held the cool glass in my hands, sending my gratitude through our exchanged glance. 

“That’s quite alright, sir. I’ll let him know when he returns. He’ll surely be in touch. You have a good night.”

I rolled my eyes, taking a quick gulp of the champagne as I let the burn settle in my throat. The nerve of some of the men here, I could never shake it. They were all the same. Honestly, I never realized just how bearable Hyungsik made these dinners. Some nights we would simply sit at our table and bad mouth the older men here ogling at the women. I took another swig of champagne, frustrated at myself for not being able to untangle Hyungsik from my thoughts.

He had seemed to enjoy the elevator sex. In fact, the deposit had been the biggest one yet. Surely with some more surprises here and there, I could make enough to help my brother through college without disrupting my life. I loathed myself for using him like this. Truthfully, I had been the one being used since the beginning, but it was only for company. It was an adventurous, sexual relationship, to say the least, but I get it. It had been clear from the start that Hyungsik simply didn’t have time to meet women, and he was settling for me as his own. It was more than understandable. I had never lived alone before coming to the city. Park Hyungsik was the only person I had. And now, I was in it for money. It felt dirty. It wasn’t like me at all.

The knot in the base of my stomach tightened as my phone vibrated again. I told myself I wouldn’t check it. There was no way in hell that I was going to run to my phone at any sign of him so eagerly. I’d let him wait. After all, he left me hanging like this; it would serve him right.

With the third swig of champagne, I felt my body finally relax. Though, the same could not be said for my mind. God, when did I give him the power to make me feel like this?

I scanned the room, searching for some escape. No one here was worth networking with, and I had already made my rounds amongst those I knew. The commotion in the room suddenly seemed like too much, what with all the phony conversations, pretending to be oh so impressed with the latest financial innovation, and flimsy promises of meeting at the tennis club or the golf course.  

I stepped out onto the balcony, tracing the rim of the glass in my hand. It was quiet out tonight. The night was warm, still cloaked with the humidity of the day’s rain. Droplets of water clung to my skin as I rested my arms on the edge of the glass barriers. Looking out over the city, with my mind cluttered, I was beginning to understand why Hyungsik loved a view. Fiery rivers of headlights whizzing over roads flowed in a stream, lit windows of every building scattered the landscape like stars– it was all more beautiful than nature itself. I closed my eyes, taking a picture in my mind. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield the night air from prancing over my bare arms.

A deep voice broke through my daze, just as my thoughts were being quieted. "Cold?" he asked, his voice quiet and gentle. I shook my head no, eyes still closed. I felt him move closer, the scent of his sweet cologne teasing my nose. He smelled good. Curious, I opened my eyes, another breeze washing over my bare shoulders with a shiver. “Liar,” he smiled.

His smile was gentle and warm. Long smile lines making a charming appearance in the depths of his cheeks. He ran his fingers over his hair, slicked over to the side. I straightened up, turning to face him. He was tall, just a little bit taller than Hyungsik. He seemed to have a genuine feel, one that was almost familiar, friendly even– very unlike a CEO. I was intrigued.

“I’ve seen you before,” he mused. “Haven’t I?”

“I’m not usually here alone,” I smiled politely. “So you probably only paid attention to the man beside me.”

His eyes widened with an entertained smile as he brought a hand to his chest. He chuckled, and I laughed at that. He had a nice laugh. “Okay, tell me then,” he started, turning to face me with one elbow resting on the glass railing. “What does a beautiful woman such as yourself get out of playing call-girl to Hyungsik?”

I tensed at his words, frozen as shame and anger and confusion swam through my blood. “E-excuse me?”

His mouth formed an ‘o’ and his eyes widened as he shook his head. “Sorry, sorry, not like that.” He spoke quickly amidst a nervous chuckle. “I just mean, why are you his assistant when you seem perfectly qualified to be his equal?”

“I take it you do know me then.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

His face scrunched up, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, his lips pursed. “Okay, confession,” he chuckled. “I know exactly who you are. I just needed a reason to come talk to you.”

I turned to face him fully, startled. He had a familiarity to him, though I was sure I had never met him. I would have remembered such an attractive face. My eyebrows knit together as I racked my brain for some semblance of an answer. How did he know me?

“We haven’t met, don’t worry. You’re not forgetting me.” He chuckled, raking his hand through his hair again. His eyes shrunk into small slivers as he watched me in amusement. His peachy complexion seemed to glow, and I wondered how old he was. Surely not that much older than me.

“Oh,” I nodded. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from him, but if he called Hyungsik by his first name, perhaps he was a friend, or an old client. I tried to remind myself that I was here for work, after all. “Well, if you have a message for Mr. Park, I can pass it along.”

He smiled, shaking his head. His smile lines seemed to grow on top of each other each time he flashed a grin. His teeth were almost blindingly white, I couldn’t stop admiring his smile. I was truly enchanted by this man –whoever he was. He was confident, but not an arrogant kind of confident, and charming, in a homey, boy-next-door way. 

“Confession two,” He took a step closer, looking around. The balcony was empty. It was just us. “I didn’t come over to have you deliver a message like a mailman. I just wanted to talk to you.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but closed it promptly. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Truth be told, I hadn’t ever been hit on so openly before Hyungsik. Even with him, I could hardly call it ‘flirting’. Flustered, I finished off my champagne, and turned to face the view. This guy was definitely not your average businessman. He seemed gentle, and welcoming. Silently, he turned beside me to look out as well, our arms almost touching as we stood side by side. We stood like that for a while before I broke the silence. “I can’t say I’m impressed with your flirting.”

“Who said I was flirting?”

I laughed nervously, feeling heat rise to my cheeks when he smiled my way. “Oh.”

“Besides, I thought I was doing pretty well. You’re blushing, and we’ve only been talking for about four minutes.” He shrugged with a hidden smirk, taking a sip of his own drink: wine. He was a wine guy. Noted. My mind felt frantic, juggling thoughts of Hyungsik with my impression of this man. I found myself drawn to him, but comfortable in his presence. He was calming. 

I faced forward once more, letting the magic of the cityscape continue to ease me. “Well, you’ve neither asked for my name, nor given me yours.” I didn’t dare turn to face him this time. His smile was dangerously weakening. I cursed the champagne I drank all too quickly for being so brazen with someone I had met at a networking dinner.

He turned his head, pursing his lips in thought, nodding silently. A muffled hum sounded from his pocket as his phone vibrated. I clutched my purse tighter in my hand, reminded of the messages waiting to be read. This man had made me forget all about Hyungsik, all about my job. I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally scolding myself for acting like this. The entire professional persona I had came crumbling down with just a glass of champagne.

He glanced at his phone, before straightening up quickly, startling me from my drifting mind. “Tell you what,” he said, reaching into his breast pocket. “Here’s my card.” He gently held out the card out towards me. It was a simple, white thing. The name PARK SEO JOON was centered in bold, black font. “Save the number. I’ll be in touch.”

“For what?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” He winked with a look of absolute delight drawn across his face. With that, he turned and walked swiftly back into the room, his phone pressed to his ear.

I had left the dinner soon after Seo Joon did. His card was tucked in my purse, right up against my phone, kissing the dark screen. I wanted to hold on to it, but honestly, I didn’t know what I would do with it– or when.

Coming home to an empty apartment was always disheartening, and the same terrifying loneliness that had consumed me the first night I was in the city settled all too comfortably into every atom of my body. I remembered lying on top of my bare mattress, surrounded by boxes and no one to help unpack them. I had stared out my bedroom window for hours, hoping that the chaos of the city wouldn’t consume me, and less than a week later, I was nodding at a man I didn’t even know when he told he’d need my “company”.

I carefully slipped out of my heels and placed them neatly at the bottom of my closet. My chest welled, feeling heavy as I realized that I was alone tonight. Usually, I would see Hyungsik at least every other day or so. Even if I didn’t go to his place, or he didn’t come to mine, even if we didn’t fuck in his office, we nearly always spent the night together. It was the first time in a long time that I had been without him, without anyone, actually.

Before I moved here, I lived with my mother and my brother in a quaint house in the suburbs. We lived quietly, and happily, even without that much money. So, when I moved to the city, I hardly slept a wink and the anxiety of having to do things alone was less than exciting. 

It was why I never walked away from Hyungsik on the very first day. Lil’ ole’ country girl me went in there with starry eyes, looking at a high-paying job that I never thought I’d get. All I saw was a better life for my family; I didn’t even think about me. And then, Park Hyungsik, CEO, and my boss, an entirely attractive and perfectly educated man was asking to sleep with me. I was struck with incredulity and found my body reacting before my brain. The pattern hadn’t changed when it came to him.

I tossed my purse to my bed and shuffled out of my tight dress. The mirror reflected my utterly tired frame, littered with bruises and hickeys, and it only made me miss Hyungsik more. I hated to admit it, but I really did miss him. Maybe it wasn’t even him, more than it was his presence. Just the fact that I had someone to work with, someone to celebrate with, someone to take me home after a night of one too many drinks. I carded my hand through my hair, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to shake him from my thoughts. But, I was hooked– on him, or just the idea of a relationship, who knows. I certainly didn’t.

I pulled my bra off, tossing it into my laundry basket and immediately slouching, ridding myself of the uptight business posture I had been trapped in all night. Too lazy to bother with clothes, I threw myself onto my bed and dug my phone from my purse, Seo Joon’s card dropping to the floor.

 Just then, my phone vibrated in my hand, sending my stomach in knots with nausea. I answered the call, holding it close to my face, tightening my fingers around the cellphone. I didn’t know what to expect.

“Hey,” his voice was husky and worn as he spoke. “You didn’t answer my messages.”

I gulped, his tone sounding painfully similar to when he was whispering in my ear, his head tucked in the dip between my shoulder and neck. Goosebumps flooded over my skin as I struggled to find the words to respond. “S-sorry.”

For a moment, I only heard his soft breaths against the speaker. “I should have called earlier.”  

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I mean, I wish you had.” I cleared my throat, my voice still shaking. God, just the sound of his voice had me trembling. A cold shiver swam through my spine as I slid my panties down my legs, kicking them off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His words were clear, his tone completely free of his usual pretentiousness. My stomach dropped at his words, not knowing what to think.

I looked down at the covers, fiddling with the hem nervously. What was I supposed to say to that? “Me either.” I admitted finally.

“Really?”

 I didn’t respond. 

“Fuck, I just–” he huffed, the exasperation tangoing with his voice. I heard shifting on the other end of the line, and I could tell he was in bed.

“What were you thinking about?” I whispered, biting my lip as my thumb found my nipple, now erect as my mind flooded with godforsaken thoughts.

“I miss the smell of that stupid perfume you always have on,” he sighed. “It’s like coconut or peach or something.” Hyungsik spoke fast, adding on the little detail uselessly, but I smiled at that. I could imagine him running his hands through his hair like he always did when he was frustrated.

“I didn’t know you liked that smell,” I mused. I was the type to spray random body sprays over myself, just praying the scents would last until the end of the day. I rarely had any regard for the specifics of the scents, but Hyungsik had taken notice. I pinched my nipple between my fingers, squirming to lie flat on my bed, the phone still in hand.

“What did you think about?” His voice dropped lower, mischief riddled in his tone.

 “Well, I’m in bed now,” I whispered. “And I can’t stop thinking about your goddamn hands.” My words came out breathy as I wrapped my hand around my breast, holding back soft whimpers. Quickly putting the phone on speaker, I placed it beside my head and sunk into a more comfortable position, spreading my legs.

“I bet you’re wet for me already. You always are, Princess,” he sighed. I heard him place the phone down on a table nearby wherever he was.

My clit was already slick and swollen with arousal. “I am,” I grinned at the nickname as I slid my fingertips over my body, imagining they were his, so rough and diligent.

“Fuck, I wish I was there,” Hyungsik groaned. The sound of his breathing was all I could hear, and then the metal clang of his belt unbuckling.

“What would you do if you were?”

“I’d pin your hands over your head and suck your breasts.” He answered shamelessly, and without hesitation. “You love when I do that.”

I mewled as I circled my entrance with two fingers. My digits were hardly as good as his, but it would have to do for now. I closed my eyes, concentrating on Hyungsik’s voice and his heavy breathing. 

“I hope you’re not touching yourself, Princess.” He chuckled, and I could picture the dark smirk staining his lips. 

“Sir?” My eyes flew open and my body grew stiff.

“No Sir,” he said in one quick breath before continuing. “I want you to suck your fingers.” Just the way he said it drowned me in submission. “Get them real wet for me.”

The heat rushed through my body as I brought my hand up to my mouth, slipping my index and middle finger in. With the other hand, I moved the phone closer, and moaned, letting Hyungsik hear my saliva slick over my fingers.

His lowly growl in response made me want to explode right then. I wanted him here so bad. The desperation I had for him was almost unbelievable. I just wanted him to hear how much I needed him, wanting to turn him on with my every moan and whimper.

I heard his hand move along his length, the wet slopping sound stirring my entire body. It sounded like he had run a marathon by his panting, his raspy breaths crackling over the speaker. “Now,” his words caught in his throat as he rushed to keep up. “Put them right where you want me to be, baby,” he groaned, tripping over his words. The way he said ‘baby’ earned a soft whine from me as I popped my fingers out of my mouth. The change of nickname was certainly not lost on me.

“Don’t go in,” he practically choked, and I could hear his hand move faster. “Just circle there, like I do.” 

I did just as he asked, imaging his teasing strokes from my clit to my entrance. My hips moved of their own accord, squirming to his every word, my body feeling absolutely on fire. A chortled moan slipped from my throat as I heard him. “I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you here. I want you.” I couldn’t think straight; all I could think about was him.

“Me too, me too,” he struggled to speak over his moans. “You’re always so tight and so good for me. I’ve never had it better,” he grunted as he spoke.

“Fuck, I can’t take it, Hyungsik,” I whined, my back arching and my eyes squeezing shut as I slipped my fingers into my entrance, quickly moving in and out with no build up.

“You can’t wait for my cock, can you? For me to stretch you out just the way you like, like no one else can,” he spoke fast, his voice dripping with impatience himself. Soft grunts broke his sentences apart as his hand moved over his length, and I couldn’t even bear to dream up how he looked right now. He probably had his head tipped back, resting on the bed he was in, his chest rising and falling so fast, his hair all messy and sweat forming at his temples. The image made me moan in plea. 

“Hyungsik, please,” I was nearly sobbing now. I hung on to his every word, every order, as though he were right in the room. “Babe, please, let me cum,” I whined, my back arched to the ceiling, my wrist on fire as my thighs pressed tightly over it.

“Agh–” Hyungsik let out a grunt, one of those soft ones that I loved so much.

I was breathing so heavily I was starting to feel dizzy. I bucked my hips to meet my hand, pushing my fingers in deep. I could feel my ridged g-spot with every thrust. “Oh my god, oh my god!” I cried. I pushed my fingers against my sweet spot, feeling the cum drip down to my thighs. “Fuck, I’m so wet.”

“Shit dammit, you’re so hot,” his strangled moans left his lips quickly, flooding my ears with pleasure. “I wish I was there to cum all over you and watch you take it so well.”

Hyungsik’s groan was enough to send me into a fit of incoherent screams. “Yes, yes, yes, you make me cum so much every time.”

“I’m cumming, baby, fuck!” I heard the long moan that fell from his mouth.

 “Hyungsik!” My whole body jerked as I came, my walls clenching tight over my fingers. My back arched up to the ceiling before my body fell limp against the mattress.

I listened to the sound of his breathing for a while before I sat up straight on my bed, taking the phone off speaker and putting it to my ear. “Can’t say I’ve done that before,” I said softly as I heard his steady breaths relax.

“That makes two of us,” he chuckled. It was silent again, and I couldn’t think of what to say. It felt like the first couple times all over again. I was rendered completely speechless, and utterly flustered. “I really am sorry I didn’t call earlier.” I could hear the regret in his voice; it was something I hadn’t quite heard before. He was gentle and and warm when he said it and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep my head on straight.

“It’s okay, you don’t owe me anything.” I gulped. Was he really going to do a 180 on me? What was I supposed to do with all of this? “Baby”? It echoed around in my head, and I felt lightweight. “I should go to bed. I have to be in the office tomorrow.” I mumbled. 

“Yeah, sure.” I heard him clear his throat. “Good night, _____.” With that, he hung up.

I screamed with frustration, chucking my phone to floor harder than I had intended. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out what in the hell was happening with my life. It was all too much. I was in too deep to leave the job now, but God, I needed to. Rolling over, I went to grab my phone from the ground, and the small, white card I had forgotten about earlier was lying right next to it.

Picking up the card, I brushed my thumb over the raised letters of his name. When I met him out on the balcony tonight, I was hung up over Hyungsik, but everything was only growing more unclear. “Seo Joon,” I whispered his name to myself, toying with the feel of his name on my tongue, and I couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt good. Or at least, it didn’t feel as bad as “Sir”.

[lemon-boy-stan]

"HWARANG MASTERLIST" (closed)

JINHEUNG (park hyungsik)

revolt with romance (smut)

[99liners]

01 | fake king ― phs;

part one (you’re here) | part two | part three | part four

pairing: park hyungsik x female reader.

extra characters: choi minho, park seojoon, do jihan and kim taehyung. rhaegar targaryen, ser arthur dayne, pycelle, ser barristan selmy, ser meryn trant. (game of thrones characters)

genre: angst, soft fluff, suggestive themes.

words: 3.404 words.

reading time: 12 minutes

warnings: mentions of minor character deaths, blood, death, non graphic smut.

synopsis: the rebellion against the targaryens did put the parks on the throne but till how long will that last? you were the key but that they failed to assess and it was surely going to cost them the throne and far more other things which they hold dear because when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. there is no middle ground.

the seven kingdoms which consisted of westeros was forged and brought under one true king by the house targaryen but when the reign of their dragons ended, came the downfall of house targaryen with them being overthrown by the house park. 

the rebellion had started over a dispute between the two houses and frankly, wars have been started for far less.

when rhaegar targaryen was crushed in the battle of the trident, the whole face of the game changed. the last dragon, he was called. the blood of the dragon but when he bled, most of his bannermen yielded and flocked to park haejin’s side. except for ser arthur dayne, the sword of the morning, renowned as the best knight in the entirety of the seven kingdoms. there was not a single knight in westeros who did not shiver on hearing his name. wielding two two-edged swords in his two hands and with the power of their ancestral sword, ‘dawn’.

he was fast, quick paced, quiet as a cat, attentive and a member of the kingsguard, sworn to protect his king and give his life when need be. and so he did, watching rhaegar fall in front of his eyes, ser arthur dragged the blade out of the person he was fighting, tearing the person in two and came in front of park haejin who could not care less if that was ser arthur dayne in front of him or a normal stable boy. he knew only one thing and that was to avenge his father’s death who was burned alive by the mad king, king aerys II targaryen, father of prince rhaegar targaryen.

park haejin stared his opponent down and hence started the longest one on one battle in the history of westeros.

the battle of trident ended with the fall of ser arthur, park haejin’s sword down his neck, inside his esophagus, blood gurgling from his mouth. his two swords lying near him where he was sitting on his knees.

and thus, began the rule of the parks. twenty years later of which, park hyungsik, son of park haejin found himself on the iron throne. a crown atop his head, a golden cloak hanging from his shoulders, a valyrian sword, his father’s sword, in his sheath and an entire kingdom in front of him.

the grand maester pycelle on placing the crown on the head of the twenty-two year old king’s head, addressed the crowd, “all hail his grace, hyungsik of houses park and choi, first of his name, king of the andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm. long may he reign"

the whole red keep joined their voices together to say, ‘long may he reign.’

his coronation was followed by the swearing-in of four knights into the kingsguard. a brotherhood of seven knights, also known poetically as the white swords or white cloaks, are the royal bodyguards of the iron throne. regarded as the finest knights in the seven kingdoms, sworn to protect their king and the royal family with their own lives, to obey his commands, and to keep his secrets. the kingsguard are sworn for life and are forbidden from owning land, taking a wife, or fathering children, although they can hold non-hereditary commands, such as being warden or hand of the king.

ser barristan selmy, nicknamed ‘barristan the bold’ was the lord commander of the kingsguard. he stood in front of king hyungsik, and behind him stood four knights. namely ― park seojoon, choi minho, kim taehyung and do jihan.

hyungsik stood up from the throne, a rather uncomfortable specimen of valyrian swords, in the shape of a throne forged by the first dragon, balerion the dread’s fire.

ser barristan moved aside and the four knights behind him sat down on one knee in sync, drawing out their long swords and pointed it forward towards their king. their vows, echoed throughout the red keep as they swore to protect the king, the royal family. when done, they awaited hyungsik’s permission. hyungsik walked down the stairs of the throne and motioned for them to rise. rising to their feet, a squire walked in with the new white cloaks on a huge golden platter. ser barristan grabbed each cloak and put it around the new kingsguards’ shoulders.

as the ceremony came to an end, the new kingsguards joined the rest of the three kingsguards and stood at the foot of the stairs above which the throne was kept and on which sat their rightful king and protector of the realm.

one by one, the high and noble lords and ladies from the seven kingdoms came to the front and congratulated his grace on the occasion of his coronation.

however, all hyungsik could think of was how he never asked for any of it. no one ever asked him if he wanted to be the king. he was just born to queen choi elia and king park haejin as their first son. he never wanted to be a king, hell he always trained alongside his cousin, park seojoon and his father’s bannerman’s son, do jihan and wanted to be a knight. he wanted to become the greatest knight, a proper swordmaster like his father. instead, he found himself atop the iron throne. a throne he never asked for and had half the mind to forsake it all the while he was being coronated.

on the other hand, lord choi ho, grandfather to the young king and hand of the king had a very distasteful look on his face. he kept staring at his son, choi minho who stood proudly at the feet of the king with his golden armor and white cloak on, his handsome face obscured by the helm.

lord choi never wanted minho to be a kingsguard, he never even wanted him to be a knight in the first place. minho was supposed to inherit all the family properties and be the lord of casterly rock someday, their ancestral home. minho was supposed to further the legacy of house choi but instead blinded by his talents and mastery at swordsmanship, minho forsook all the claims to the lands and titles and became a knight. and now he was standing in front of his father as a kingsguard. all his valiant victories at tournaments, all his tales of great swordsmanship ― all for what? to become a royal bodyguard. nothing but a mere bodyguard. he was not even the lord commander of the kingsguard to be given a place beside the king in the small council but he would stand vigil day in and out and cater to the spoilt child’s every need. lord choi just could not accept that. 

meanwhile, hyungsik’s eyes traveled sideways to the balconies surrounding the red keep, in a corner where you stood among the common people of the capital.

eight years ago:

since you were young, being a daughter of a farmer, you used to come to the capital with your father every morning and help him as he sold his vegetables in the flea market.

the first time you met hyungsik was when you were twelve years old and he was a fourteen-year-old prince of the royal family but you did not know that. your father was busy selling his crops as you wandered around the flea market until you came upon an open space behind a huge rock in front of the open water body, the blackwater bay.

you heard the clinking of sparring swords and came out from behind the rock and watched three young boys, not much older to you, practicing with an older man who looked like a guard.

when the guard defeated the smaller boy with the latter on the floor and the end of the sparring sword on his neck you shook your head, as if, in disappointment.

“you are too slow, you need to be quick because you are lacking in size here,” you spoke up drawing their attention. they all stared at you in somewhat confusion cause who are you? why are you here? and why are you talking to the prince in that tone?

before you could realize, the guard had your hand twisted behind your back as he pushed you down on the floor, “that is your prince, girl.”

you fell on your stomach, scraping your knee and looked up at the smaller boy scared, “i am sorry m’lord.”

“i said, prince!” the guard roared and brought the sparring sword on your back with the intention of hitting you but the smaller boy stopped him with a gesture of his hand.

“that will not be necessary, ser meryn,” the smaller boy walked to you and offered you his hand.

ser meryn trant, their master-at-arms, backed off and stood at the smaller boy’s side. you meekly reached out for his hand and stood up with his help.

“i am sorry my prince, i did not know.”

hyungsik offered you a reassuring smile, “well that is quite alright. the capital is full of people, you cannot possibly know everyone.”

“but you are THE prince,” ser meryn sneered.

hyungsik turned his face sideways addressing ser meryn, “and like i said ser meryn, it is alright.”

you were looking down at your feet, unsure of what to do now.

“if i may ask of your name, my lady?” hyungsik smiled at you.

seojoon rolled his eyes and murmured to jihan, “there he goes flirting around.”

“i’-i am no m’lady my prince, but my name is y/n.”

before hyungsik could say anything, ser meryn spoke up, “you should not be speaking to the common people, my prince. we should head back to the castle now.”

hyungsik groaned, almost too loudly and looked at ser meryn with a disgruntled look, “how will i be a good king someday if i do not interact with my own subjects,” he said before walking away with the rest of the boys not even bidding goodbye to you. on seeing them leaving, you bowed down but he did not even see that.

then the next time you met hyungsik was when you found yourself again in the blackwater bay but this time it was evening and only the younger boys were there without their guard.

they had sneaked out of the castle when no one was noticing and came to their practice ground to practice with each other and escape the boring reality of living in a palace full of fake people.

you watched quietly from the shadows when suddenly, while hyungsik was practicing with seojoon, he noticed you and ducked down in a bowing pose, “my lady,” he said with a charming smile on his face. seojoon’s sparring sword slashed the air above hyungsik’s ducked down head, missing it.

you gulped thinking you are surely in trouble this time and walked out of the shadows, standing in front of them.

“i hope my prince will forgive me for staring. i was just watching, i mean no harm, i will not tell anyone.”

jihan chuckled, “and why would we be afraid of you telling anyone anything?”

“i assume my prince and m’lords sneaked out without their royal guards,” you replied in more of a whisper. were you even allowed to assume anything?

seojoon laughed, “now that one has brains.”

hyungsik looked at you amused, “do you like to watch men fighting?”

“i am not sure about men but since earlier this morning i think i like watching boys fight,” you spoke before covering your mouth when the realization hit you, “i am so sorry my prince, i never meant any offense please forgive me!”

hyungsik clicked his tongue, “no offense was taken, my lady. you ask for too much forgiveness, instead, how about you fight me?”

you looked at him bewildered and at a loss of words. was he crazy? if anyone even saw your hand touching him in any way, you would lose that hand for sure.

“nice going there hyungsik, asking a small girl to fight you when you know she does not know how to even hold a sword.” jihan commented.

“is that so? have i offended you, my lady? i can teach you how to fight.” hyungsik offered.

you shook your head at once, “no my prince, you can never offend me and i am not sure if i am in any position to accept that offer.”

“i am your prince, you will accept that offer,” hyungsik cocked his head sideways, he meant no harm nor did he like expressing his authority over anyone but he was fascinated by you. his sister hated fighting and spent entire days learning different techniques of sewing, playing with dolls and learning how to be a proper lady. he had not ever seen any girl being interested in even watching people fight.

you nodded and seojoon threw his sparring sword which you failed to catch and it fell near your feet.

“tomorrow, you wiil catch it too,” hyungsik said.

you nodded and picked it up with both your hands, the hilt of the sword was unevenly balanced and it was heavier than you imagined.

“a proper knight holds his sword with one hand only,” hyungsik spoke up again.

you nodded again and held the sword with just one hand but it was heavy and you kept trying hard to balance it.

“now stand sideways.”

“why?” you looked at hyungsik, “i mean, why, my prince?”

“smaller target, harder to hit,” hyungsik said in a matter-of-fact manner.

that day he taught you how to hold and swing a sword, how to stand in a proper stance and how to balance yourself.

how love blossomed between you two was poetic if one must judge. through the years of sneaking out and practicing together, you guys conveyed love through your eyes when he taught you how to always focus on your opponent’s eyes to read and understand their next move. his sword would clash with yours, your bodies almost touching as your hands tried to push the sword forward to win the war of dominance. but your eyes, your eyes would always be trained on each other’s and a soft smile playing on both your lips.

though neither of you would ever say anything, all you guys talked about was the poverty of the common people and struggles faced by them while the high lords and ladies ate and drank in their palaces. he would listen intently, and judging from the expression he donned, you could understand that he hated it as much as you did. whether you guys would ever end up together was uncertain, but you were certain of one thing; that he at least would be a great king when the time comes and people would thrive during his reign.

it was his twentieth name day when you wanted to enter the red keep to watch the royal celebration. seojoon and jihan were also entering at the same time and on seeing you, they pulled you in a corner.

“look, my dumbass of a prince is in love with yo―” seojoon started when you interrupted him.

“i am afraid i do not know what you are talking about, m’lord.”

“oh don’t even try, we both know very well what i am talking about. apart from being my prince, he is also my cousin and i care deeply about him so i would really like it if you start maintaining some distance and stay away from him.”

you looked down, hurt and upset. they were saying the truth only.   

“look, we do not want either of you to get hurt. and the road you two are walking on only ends in a bad way,” jihan said noticing your disappointment.

you nodded and looked in the way of hyungsik who was seated among his family. a huge smile spread on his face when he noticed you but you lowered your eyes and walked away immediately.

the same night, you received a note through the hand of a small stable boy. the note was signed by hyungsik and he had asked you to visit his chambers. he mentioned the location of the secret way and doors leading to his room.

you knew what it meant and yet later that night, you found yourself in the prince’s bed, naked and sweaty as he made love to you in the dim light of the candle burning out into the oblivion of air and smoke. his hands intertwining with yours as his lips always found their way to yours. his thrusts were slow and lazy, almost stopping when he reached inside of you at the peak of his thrusts. you realized how it had you at the edge when he stopped or slowed down, how your toes curled and your back arched. you wanted to ask him to go faster but you also wanted to savor this unbearable feeling at the pit of your stomach.

when both of you were spent, it felt like hours as you laid in each other’s arms. your back was facing him and you thought he had fallen asleep until you looked back to steal a glance of his beautiful face and saw his eyes trained at you like they have been for the last six years without a break.

“what is it?” you frowned on noticing his expression, he looked a bit upset.

“i am too afraid to ask if i hurt you,” hyungsik replied, his eyes faltering.

you raised his chin up, placing a soft kiss on his parted lips, “you did not. i loved it.”

hyungsik smiled into the kiss and deepened it. he pulled back with the same upset expression, “you have to go back, we cannot spend the night together. the castle is filled with spies and if my mother comes to know, she will have your head. well, i would not let her but she will insist on it.”

nodding, you stood up gathering your clothes. upon wearing them, you walked out through the back door as hyungsik showed you off. you left the main part of the castle quite stealthily and when out in the open court, you thought you were safe until you crashed into someone and the impact had you on the floor. hearing the clank of silver when you crashed against the person, you realized it was a knight, maybe a kingsguard. is this how you lose your head? so early in life?

looking up scared, you found a knight looking at you. he was not wearing a white cloak so that was not a kingsguard for sure. he was young, not younger than hyungsik but not old too. his helm was in his hand and his face shone in the moonlight, his handsome features highlighted. and he was staring right through you.

before you could plead mercy out of this situation, he spoke up.

“leave before one of the queen’s men see you.”

you left immediately without a word. and the next day came the news of king haejin’s death. it was no a shocker since he had been quite ill for a while but some people in the flea market did gossip about how he was murdered in his sleep.

back to present day:

hyungsik was brought out of his reverie when queen choi kept her hand on her son’s shoulder.

“smile my darling, people are talking to you.”

hyungsik turned to the crowd with the same expressionless look and felt you walking away from the corner of his eye.

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 7.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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*This contains Dark Smut , heavy psychology and strong language. Beware this is a dark romance.*

Orbital road follows by a sharp siren ringing. Entering the passable grounds of the abandoned farm, wind and rain drops heavily crashing to the car windows blurring the sight away like a filter on a phone. Tires skidding on the farming soil, stopping midway as the police got out of the vehicle, immediately going with the protocol of exploring the farm house and the surroundings.

While the police make themselves at home scouting the area, afar was two people stumbling down the rough up sketched out hill, sliding their feet to skid on the soil causing brown smoke to inherit in the air. Mei murmuring silent protests of tugging, resisting Mark to drag her back to the hostage farm house.

Chickens out of their farm pens surround by the police legs, pushing out their yellow beaks at the heavy army boots. Horses start on alert, neighing every minute as the curiosity arises. Cows began communicating with each other more and the pigs follow the chicken around as the pigs were also out of their own farm pen.

Aside from the loud farm animals, the house was awfully quiet and isolated. But it was just a phase because once the police enters, a guy following out of a window would be chased down and tackled into the muddy ground with heavy water, spoiling his white clothes into the dirty and mud mixing with animal waste possibly too.

Chenle groans as he shouldn’t of ran away this way, the ground was too slippery because of the heavy storm arriving. The police sigh at Chenle, arresting him.

Baekhyun sighs watching Chenle lock up at the behind of the car. “God, now to find the bastard Mark Lee and the doctor. You didn’t find any sign of corpse or blood right?” The older man asks his partner, Officer Park Chanyeol who shook the head. “Nothing like that Baekhyun. I think he ran away honestly. I’ll get the tropes to check the farm land soon.”

Mark pulls Mei into a tight hold once stopping seeing Chenle get arrested and put behind the police car. The facial expression darkening in seriousness, while Mei was simply pulling up her chances to yell out. “Help right he—“ Mark’s hand tightly travels to Mei’s mouth muffling down any sound she makes, going behind her with a gun directly pressed into the stomach causing Mei to fold straight, he felt her stomach organ clench in deep once the metallic pistol made its contact on the wet thin tank top fabric where the skin was most sensitive. “Now don’t start misbehaving, Miss Huang. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Mei listens into the eery brittle gritty voice running a shudder of shiver down the neckline itching to be freed. “You follow me or you die if you don’t.” Mark speaks again, starting to run away as he holds Mei’s wrist tightly. She felt like she was tied on a leash called Him, Mark Lee.

Without discussed protests, Mei had no choice but to follow him if she wants to live.

The two ran at great speed to the point if Mei wants to look back she couldn’t be able to see two feet behind her. Cold icy air with a dribbling storm rain hit inside her lungs. They have ran in the direction of the large massively outgrown corn field ready to harvest, the girl following by the tight grip contained on her still, feeling the muddy wet soil stick between the bare feet with the soaking rain pouring heavily down on them like bullets. Little hail stones starting to shower with them, as if god was punishing them for running away from their fate. His fate.

He makes sure the metallic pistol wasn’t gone, so she could feel how serious he was. The body digging right into the hole of the gun, marking it deep. The more gut wrenching, heart pumping try hard several thrusts forward with her legs, the more the gun was swinging back for more taste in her skin.

Mark feels the adrenaline running short, other than that, he seems coldly apathetic and unbothered, seemingly not yet caught by the police so he doesn’t need to act terrified. Mark is confident. He won’t get caught, it’s the last thing he’s able to do. But for Mei, he wants to keep Mei.

The doctor however felt her save opportunity run away, a chance presented itself and she’s lost it. Mei wants to be freed but as much as she wants to be freed, she can’t seem to act on it.

With the non stop running, a gnashing slice hit Mei from the rock bottom of the ground, openly cutting the feet with a shred of glass. Mei felt like breathing clouds out, as her voice stutters out a painful cry due to the cold temperature inflaming the body. She pulls Mark, stopping him running, his eyes walking up at Mei watching her in pain.

He curses, pulling Mei to sit up from the falling position, hearing the police searching the endless corn field now gaining a closer position next to them quickly. Flashlights have brought both their attentions behind them as it was shunned by the police searching, Mark glances back at the bleeding foot.

“Detective Byun and Detective Park we found footprints! Freshly made too!” One officer shouts across the left side. Mark can’t help but think, The police found footprints. Now major panic hit his system.

Mark was met with Mei’s pleading eyes, stopping on the tracks while the police are moving closer each minute. Suddenly, the gun moves out of view as it slips behind the pockets, latching arms underneath Mei instead where he begins to carry her; bridal style. Mei gasping in surprise, having little with no choice but to cling and clutch on Mark. He begins running away out of the field.

Mei was as light as a feather, worrying Mark he wouldn’t lie. He was worried about the way her weight was so easy to lift. Mark wasn’t that strong, he was but not insanely strong; He’s more than sure Mei lost so much weight ever since he forcefully took her with him. The way her arms became more slimmer, the face lost its chubby cheeks a little, her body was weak and soft with no muscle.

Despite Mei’s worrisome condition, personality wise she was still as hot-bull headed as before, just like in the hospital.

“I can walk on my own.” Mei mocks, offended by this treatment of feeling belittled; especially coming from her kidnapper. The wounded woman earns herself a scoff from the man, “your eyes said differently. Deal with the situation until i find the car.” Mark commands strictly. “Car..?” Mei nosily trails.

Endless gritty pants came to an end once Mark kicks open a window, unlocking the reddish truck-car model from the inside out. Putting Mei at the front passenger seat. Mark has managed to hide away a get-away car for any situation like this if it happened, it’s a hidden road from the cornfield on the edgy shortcut to the left, hidden by many fields and trees. Mark hops to the front seat, jamming open the keyhole of the car with a knife, the engine roaring as he started it open to work.

As Mark was busy getting the car ready to go, Mei hears the police distance chatting as they found Mei’s blood trailing. The urge to call out was unavoidable, her lips parting to yell out, but no voice came out. The kindness Mark outdid earlier conflicts Mei’s urge to call the so called help.it was as if this was a push and pull game, where Mei cannot tell who is bad or good anymore.

The car drives off safely before the police could find them residing in it, finding main land roads, leaving the countryside. The doctor had no idea where she was heading, but it was everything unknown. Harsh rain drops dubbing against the car roof and windows overstimulates the silence shareholding between the driver and passenger;

Mark’s head turns on its heels, looking down at the girl whimpering as the bleeding dirty foot came in view on her lap. “Argh..” Mei breathing heavy and sweating out the raindrops down the forehead . He turns his attention back on the road.

“Don’t touch it,” He firmly states, Mei pausing her incoming actions as she looks at the criminal questioningly. “You have dirty hands, it will give you an infection.” Mark continued. Mei leaning back into the seat as the lips let out a passing “Oh… right.”

She awkwardly mumbles, twiddling with the thumbs unable to think of anything to say. Did she even have the right to speak to him? Probably not. At this point the thin line between kidnapper and hostage was slim and unable to be foretold by anyone. No one would tell you even if you paid them. A kidnapper wouldn’t save a mere hostage, if anything, the first thing they would do is focus on themselves and leave the kidnapped victim to die. Or, the other option would be to kill them and make a run for it.

Mark didn’t do any of those options. Why? Mei was questioning him, questioning his intentions, motive, behaviours. Analysing this situation became a wandering headache in the Sahara desert, where her brain starts to fry up and melt.

She was the greatest doctor overseas in China and United States, now in her current hospital work as well. But she cannot find the answer to Mark Lee. It’s a first in a million years where someone left Mei bamboozled. In these situations only time could tell your so desperate answer.

The drive took longer than Mei wanted it to be, but it was understandable because it’s totally not like they are fugitives at all.

Leaving the car in the local parking lot, the two made their way into an ancient hotel, with pillars and wooden decorations become tactless in the local eyes. Mark chose the lowest rating as well, Mei could only imagine the amount of rats and smell she will meet today in this building.

Mark carrying Mei to the room inside, not wanting the girl to step on the ground with a wounded foot. He might be a murderous mafia who is the most wanted killer on loose worldwide Korea, but he would spare sympathy for Mei. Only her it seems. Mark shown not much reaction to Chenle being arrested, either.

The girl sits down straight with the back flat as her foot was lifted by Mark who went to get the first aid kit quickly. She’s seated on white silky bed sheets and an okay bed, it’s not bouncy but it’s not soft completely— Mei wouldn’t complain though. It’s the best thing so far in this dammed situation. It’s survival or nothing.

She wrapped her arms around herself, her skin chilling from the unforgiving storm raining down on them for hours on ends outside, the cold corrupting the body heat and killing it ruthlessly; teeth clattering against each other, tongue curling up to the mouths roof, saliva thickening in process.

If Mei was completely honest, Mark was the worst cold she has ever experienced in her life. He is the folding calamity, a freezing fairytale that stops people on tracks shuddering goosebumps and giving people frostbites once someone challenges him utterly, ending horribly their life with a signal look. The man below her with wet bangs, round lifeless soulless grey eyes and ice stone skin; is carefully treating the leg wound by bandaging it up as well as cleaning it to insure no infection was guaranteed, something a kidnapper would never be expected to do, to their hostage.

Those dangerously unreadable eyes scale up to see Mei, the woman who was utterly soaking with a white see-through visible shirt moulding into the skin, exposing everything in front of him so carelessly. The onyx hair sinking flat, only leaving the baby hair strands puffs out. The chattering lips who move on their on, were purple-ish blue fading in white. Slanted tired eyes watching him back cautiously. Mei’s black eyebags indicating to Mark that she wasn’t sleeping whatsoever at the farm house. Not even eating.

Muscular scarring hands slowly move to remove the glass shred from the soft small foot, each movement earns Mark a gruelling cry following by winces. Seemingly Mark shows a hint of smiles that caught Mei’s hissing expression withstanding the quick burning pain.

“What are you smiling at?” Mei croaks out, scowling once she takes back her feet folding it on the lap to watch the bandaged leg.

The man nevertheless were apathetic and bore, bandaging the foot and then dropping it back down as he begins to tidy the aid kit back in the red and white crossed box. “At you, who else would I be laughing at Hm?”

“You’re a sadistic asshole.” Mei spat, the words running in through one ear and out the other, all riling Mei up. Mark was horrible. He was confusing most of all, and she hates it so much. Mark laughs a little, with his voice running deep and silent. “Tell me something I don’t know, doc.”

Mark looking up at Mei with a sheepish evil smile, eyeing Mei from those two boiling glaring eyes representing a small dumb sheep in front of him. To the man, she was a harmless fly. To Mei, he was a mad man running wild needing to be stopped.

He hears Mei’s silence loudly, as Mark trails standing up. He walks across the room, those tough shoes he wore echoing on the wooden floor in the hotel room causing a large croak to be heard once he stops, putting the aid box down on the table. He spoke, challenging in mocking terms to Mei. As if he was degrading Mei’s psychology skills to be weak and unable to work on him ever. “Come on I’m waiting, analyse me like you always do.”

As if he was invincible, he thinks. Mei stares deeply in the man’s dead forbidden eyes, she drifts softly in a hushed voice to answer him. “You care about me.”

Mark lifts his chin up amused mockingly at the evaluation she said, how hilarious right? Him caring for Mei?— The man croaks out a deep chuckle curling forward to Mei who was on the bed gripping the edge of the sheets nervously. Suddenly, Mei feels like that calm observant behaviour shifts and Mark becomes a dark shadow haunting her.

“I don’t.” Mark coldly reprimands. “Do not mistake my kind gesture as a way to think I care for you.” Mei let’s out a scoff, not believing Mark.

Mei begins speaking calmly, somehow that gets under Mark’s skin the most. When she is as calm and still as a meerkat, observing him like a hawk. “Do you know what the first stage of grief is?”

Mark stood quiet and Mei hums out with a half eating smirk. The silence loud, and the tables turned. Mei was pushing the right buttons now. “Denial. You are simply in denial, that’s what everyone in denial says Mark.”

He croaks out a hiss grabbing Mei to stand up from the bed and face him in middle of the room. “Don’t trick me into believe such things.” Mark shouts, hand holding the wrist tightly, but the woman tugs back pulling the wrist as she grips forward her own hand back. “If you don’t why would you save me from that field when I was hurt? A kidnapper wouldn’t do that to their so-called-hostage. In fact, it wasn’t even an option. Until you made it become an option in the situation.”

Four glaring eyes staring right at each other, their breathes fighting with each oxygen intake was blown out with the nose. Their bodies closing the space slowly as well as pulling. It was a game of tug for them. A staring contest for them. Everything was a fight between them. Mark couldn’t believe those words but the more she explains it, the more he understood it. But his heart buried it deep and his ego was controlling him the most.

Ego. Ego always won. “Oh don’t let that act fool you, Miss Huang. I thought you were smarter than that,” Mark slowly jeers insultingly, running a hand down Mei’s soft cold skin from the jaw and down letting his finger lift the chin up. The condescending cocky expression killing Mei mentally and physically. Suffocating her. “I saved you for my own entertainment. If you weren’t satisfying my damn needs I wouldn’t hesitate to blow a bullet in you and leave you dead in that field.”—

Mark was met with a harsh but quick strike from a small hand, printing itself on the white skin on the man’s face. With Mei’s effort, she lifts her hand retracting it back, as Mark stands astounding with anger fuelling the body like an engine needing gasoline. The woman breathes heavily, the rest carrying by silence in the room.

Taking time to come back into reality. “Stop fucking hitting me.” Mark urges out like a last warning straw, pulling Mei’s face in a hold as he leans down to smash his lips on hers.

His face so close to hers that Mei could smell the fresh rain and field scent fragrance intoxicating her system, then a tongue entering past the teeth wrestling past her own to dominate it right away. Mei wising this was a dream yet there was a hint of welcoming him once the hands relax pulling Mark by his clothing collar and hair, tugging it within excitement. It was a shame, but she couldn’t catch a glimpse of Mark who was kissing her so aggravatingly and powerfully, the situation arouse Mei in sinful ways she did not wish to analyse. The fact that a heating conversation, a slap could cause Mark to react this way.

Little does Mei know this was just the beginning of their Psycho Love.

Masterlist to Psycho Love.

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Smut in the next chapter <3

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Hey, kittens! It’s been awhile! Oh yes, I’m still alive and I decided to bring this blog back to life! I hope you all are fine and everything’s right. Personally, I’m pretty fine. I try to write new fics (I got a lot of ideas but still don’t know how to write them, ugh) but, unfortunately, I don’t read a lot of fictions, lately. I’ll try to fix this, I promise. But, I still have some new fics to share with you!

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✧ Disastermoon (GOT7 Mark, Romance/Fluff) ✧ The One About The First Date (GOT7 Jackson, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Birthday Gift (GOT7 JB, Angst, Romance/Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers) ✧ The One About The First Date (GOT7 Jinyoung, Angst, Romance/Fluff, Friends to lovers)

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❀ From Listlessmaenads

✧ What I Wouldn’t Give (GOT7 JB, Series, Romance/Fluff,  Eventual Smut) ✧ Love Drunk (Stray Kids Bang Chan, Romance/Fluff, Friends to Lovers AU) ✧ Go for broke (GOT7 JB, Series, Angst, Humour, Smut, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Tension (GOT7 JB, Smut, Angst (kind of), a bit of fluff) ✧ Sweeter than pi (GOT7 Mark, School AU, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Eager (GOT7 Jinyoung, Romance/Fluff, Smut) 

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❀ From Jinyoungsir

✧ Open tab (GOT7 Youngjae, Romance/Fluff, Smut) ✧ Waking Up In Vegas (GOT7 Jackson, Friends to lovers, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Marry me (GOT7 Mark, Smut, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Window seat (GOT7 JB, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Romantically Challenged (GOT7 Jackson, Friends to lovers AU, Romance/Fluff, Angst, Humor) ✧ Give Me Attention or I’ll die! (Stray Kids Jisung, Friends to lovers AU, Romance/Fluff, School AU, Humor)

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❀ From Jj-nyoung

✧ Amaranthine (GOT7 JB, Angst) ✧ The visit (GOT7 Youngjae, Angst) ✧ Summer Solstice (GOT7 Yugyeom, Angst) ✧ Cockbusters (GOT7 Bambam, Smut) ✧ Hotel California (GOT7 Mark, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Perfect Strangers (GOT7 Jackson, Smut) ✧ The Matchmaker (GOT7 Jinyoung ft JB, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Regret (NCT Taeyong, Ex-lovers to lovers, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Fall (NCT Ten, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Got7-markjinson

✧ Strawberries and Chocolates (GOT7 Yugyeom & JB, Romance/Fluff) ✧ A little less than ordinary (GOT7 Jackson, Friends to lovers, School AU, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Be chill (GOT7 Bambam, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Lost and found (GOT7 Mark, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Aperture (GOT7 JB, Romance/Fluff) ✧ 20 minutes (GOT7 JB, Smut) ✧ 7 boys (GOT7, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Pepiygs

✧ Top Drawer (GOT7 Jinyoung, Smut) ✧ 12:04am (GOT7 Jinyoung, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ I need a place to stay (GOT7 JB, Romance/Fluff) ✧ The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids (GOT7 Jackson, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Still into you (GOT7 Jinyoung, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ The quiz (Seventeen Mingyu, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Kpopchangedme

✧ The shrimp (GOT7 JB, Smut, Angst (a bit), Romance/Fluff) ✧ Practice makes perfect (GOT7 Jackson, Romance/Fluff, Angst, Smut, Friends to lovers) ✧ Plot Twist (GOT7 Jinyoung, Enemies to lovers, Romance/Fluff, Smut) ✧ Two sheep staring at stars (GOT7 Mark, Soulmates AU, Romance/Fluff, Smut) ✧ Out of this world (GOT7 JB, Romance/Fluff, Smut, Supernatural AU)  ✧ The Wingman (DAY6 Jae, Romance/Fluff, Single parent AU) ✧ Nocturna (Stray Kids Bang Chan ft. GOT7 JB, Series, Supernatural AU, Violence/Blood, Angst, Smut, Romance/Fluff) ✧ The cute barista (B.A.P Daehyun, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Motherhood and apple pie (B.A.P Yongguk, Friends to lovers, Smut, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Softseunies

✧ The 100% most perfect girl (GOT7 Mark, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Attached (GOT7 Jinyoung, Soulmates AU, Angst, Enemies to lovers, Romance/Fluff) ✧ One Day (GOT7 Youngjae, Romance/Fluff, Friends to lovers) ✧ ~No title/Drabble~ (GOT7 JB, Romance/Fluff) ✧ ~No title/Drabble~ (GOT7 Jackson, Romance/Fluff) ✧ ~No title/Drabble~ (GOT7 Bambam, Romance/Fluff) ✧ ~No title/Drabble~ (GOT7 Yugyeom, Angst, Violence/Blood, Friends to lovers, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Prettywordsyouleft

✧ Sensory Overload (ATEEZ Seonghwa, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Artistry (B.A.P Bang Yongguk, Romance/Fluff, Friends to lovers) ✧ Biggest Fan (B.A.P Daehyun, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Clueless (EXO Chanyeol, Romance/Fluff, School AU, Friends to lovers) ✧ Reconciliation (GOT7 JB, Series, Ex-lovers AU, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Magic Touch (iKON Hanbin, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Still Constant (Park Hyungsik, Romance/Fluff, Friends to lovers) ✧ Superstitious (NCT Taeyong, Romance/Fluff, Supernatural AU) ✧ Guilty As Charged (Stray Kids Bang Chan, Romance/Fluff, Friends to lovers) ✧ Contract (VIXX Leo, Supernatural AU, Angst, Romance/Fluff)

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❀ From Defnabeom

✧ I’d like to (BTS Jungkook, Friends to lovers, Angst, Romance/Fluff) ✧ Would you adopt me (Seventeen S.coups, Hybrid AU, Angst, Romance/Fluff, warnings)

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Well, as you can see, there are a lot of GOT7 fics/series. I hope I could add more other groups next time. Also don’t forget that you can rec’ me all the fics/series you want, I’ll gladly add them (if the owners let me, of course).

On these words, take care of you, kittens, and see you soon! 💜

[ao3feed-minjoon]

by taekoovantae, witchbrew

Kim Taehyung never expected to find the love of his life sitting right outside his office. But he also never expected Jeon Jungkook to show up after hours with a bag of takeout and a smile.

Words: 30122, Chapters: 4/22, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Yugyeom, Park Hyungsik

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Falling In Love, Smut, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Lingerie, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Sexting, Phone Sex, Spanking, Light Bondage, Sex Toys, jungkook owns monster dildos lol, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Oral Sex, Rimming, Choking, Car Sex, Edging, Overstimulation, Switch Kim Taehyung | V, Switch Jeon Jungkook, Size Queen Jeon Jungkook, it's romantic and soft but also very horny