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thebiasrekkers · 3 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,498

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland

AN: I have nothing. Nothing except for...I’m sorry... T_T

Chapter 58: Killer

“I’m not Buddha but I’m a butcher. I’ll cut away your skin like a...”

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Namjoon slowly slid the black cotton mask from his mouth and nose, waiting in the shadows of an alcove outside of the building. The small group of men he had with him, former Golden Jackals, huddled in the darkness. They were able to overtake the side entrance hours ago, before the crack of dawn. He made sure that no one of merit within the Jade Fangs would approach the designated area. Even if they did, Namjoon would have made it a point to subdue them completely. He would leave their bodies for the crows out in the muddy fields if he had his way.

But no, this was the moment where they would turn the tides. This was the beginning of the end.

We finish this today…

Lifting a cigarette to his lips, the orange glow of the flame licked at the end of the stick as a light crackling sound emitted itself from the contact. A few hushed conversations were going on beside him, to which he vaguely tuned in. They were out to prove themselves to the fallen brothers and sisters still imprisoned in the world they were forced to live in when adventuring into the light. But it was a life they deserved; a life they fought so hard for. Whether they lived or died after today, it would all be relevant to their future.

Pulling out his watch, Namjoon immediately flipped open the latch that covered the face. He was old-fashioned, so to speak, and a bit of a sentimentalist. Jimin teased him once about still carrying a pocket watch in this day and age, but how could he let it go?

It was a graduation gift Jungkook bought for him just before he moved to attend University in Seoul.

Time seemingly crawled; all of them were prepared to launch their first assault against the Jade Fangs. Namjoon already planned to be the first to cause the strike. He would need to ensure that the blast counted for something, otherwise it was all just going to get mucked up in the end. He would not have any screw-ups. Not while he was in charge of the first wave. Their offense was cut in half with Jungkook and Jimin pulled from the equation.

Pulling his ball cap down further on his head, he slipped the watch back into his pocket. Namjoon took one final drag of his cigarette, the smoke cloud billowing in his face and partially clouding his vision. However, in the shadows it seemed as if he were a dragon on the verge of breathing out a tremendous vortex of flame. One of the men approached him, nodding quickly. Namjoon grinned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The gas line had successfully been cut.

“It’s time,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.

In sync, all of them slipped their masks over their faces. The cigarette fell to his feet and sparked with the faint light of its embers before finally dying out altogether. They could hear the approaching footsteps growing in time and Namjoon pulled out his hunting knives. As soon as they were in the right position, he disappeared and then reappeared at the front of the room which was in full view of the four different ways that many of the others could enter what was now to be viewed as their battlefield.

Now he had to wait for the show to truly begin.

Yoongi and his team were situated near the back of the factory, hiding in the thick brushes and reeds that were in desperate need of attention and care. Changkyun felt it wasn’t time to tidy up the landscape and that allowed for the perfect amount of camouflage. Namjoon already texted him earlier, telling him that he was in position with his team. Taehyung and his group were hidden within the factory, away from prying eyes. Once all the pieces were lined up, it would be his job to tip the first domino.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

Yoongi felt a dark smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. To think they’d spent the better part of three days planning this out. It almost seemed far fetched and he would never have gone along with something like this. Not until Namjoon convinced him just how solid this counterattack would be. Because they were using Changkyun’s ego against him. He may have broken them by taking their brothers from them and left them feeling demoralized from how thoroughly they’d been ruined. But what Changkyun failed to see was the very thing Hoseok kept hidden away from the Jade Fangs all these years. The thing that he made sure they all kept hidden from them.

Their very own malicious nature.

He felt a buzzing in his pocket and he pulled out his phone, eyeballing the screen. It was time for him to make his move. Slipping out from his hiding spot, he made a point to make as much noise as possible. He wanted to be found. He wanted his path impeded.

His men would remain hidden.

The shuffling of feet reached Yoongi and he was soon surrounded in a semi-circle by Jade Fang lackeys. Pushing his way through the small throng was Kihyun, a curious expression painted over his features. Yoongi pulled out a cigarette and lit the end, slipping the lighter into his pocket. He watched Kihyun place himself in front of him, his back to the window of the factory.

“You should really quit while you’re ahead, Yoongi-ah,” said Kihyun, a baseball bat draped over his shoulder, “those things’ll kill you.”

“My smoking habits should be the least of your concerns,” he replied, cigarette poking out from between his lips.

Kihyun laughed, shaking his dark chestnut bangs out of his eyes. “I thought the meeting agreement was for Hoseok to come. Why are you here?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Did you really think, after everything you guys have done, that we’d trust Hoseok to come here alone with just one of us?”

“And let me guess…” He watched Kihyun as he took a step forward. “…you’re watching the back in case we try to do something underhanded?”

“Nope.”

He tried not to relish in the frown that Kihyun gave him. The heavy thudding of his heartbeat only elevated the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Every square inch of him felt as cold as ice. But he could feel the fire pouring from his eyes.

Yoongi looked at Kihyun, his eyes shifting ever so slightly to the left. He saw the window slowly opening – silent. He would thank Taehyung later for oiling all the windows and doors on every side of the warehouse except for the front.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke at Kihyun. Flashing his gummy smile, his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head back slightly.

“I’m in the back so I can blow it up.”

And with a quick flick of his wrist, Yoongi threw the cigarette through the open window.

The explosion that soon followed knocked them all back.

Taehyung’s back hurt.

He’d been perched in the rafters for hours – having arrived at the factory long before anyone else appeared. There was an almost methodical madness to how carefully he oiled all the door hinges and window panes that didn’t come from the front of the warehouse. He was wired from both adrenaline and caffeine, knowing full well that today would be the day that everything would end. He knew his brothers were on edge, both from the planning and from the unpredictable nature that he exuded constantly.

But he had to be. Taehyung knew that if they knew what truly ticked around in his mind, they would do everything in their power to keep him from coming along. They would have left him behind.

And he’d be damned if that happened.

There was a single skylight in the factory situated dead in the center of the roof. Taehyung’s team already made short work of the lackeys that tried to come to the roof earlier that morning. No upper tiered members of the Jade Fangs were on rooftop duty. Taehyung already made a mental note of where everyone else was.

Hyungwon and Jooheon were patrolling the left side of the building; the side where Namjoon and his team were. One of Taehyung’s team was already deep inside of the factory, following the blueprint that Namjoon gave him, taking him straight to where the main gas line was. Once he finished cutting the line, he was to head to the boiler room.

Kihyun and Minhyuk supervised the back side of the factory, in case they were flanked. Yoongi was there with his group. He was the “gunshot” that would start the race. He was the only one who would be able to catch them off guard. Besides, he knew that Yoongi was also a bit of a pyromaniac and wouldn’t have been satisfied if he wasn’t the one to set off the explosion.

Which left Shownu, Wonho and Changkyun on the inside. Hoseok and Seokjin were sent in not as bait, but as a distraction. Then it would be time to bring the entire building down on top of their heads. Blood would be spilt. Lives would be lost.

Taehyung would eviscerate them all.

The building shook violently, causing Taehyung to grip onto the metal rafters. He leaned forward; one knee pressed into the beam beneath him. Shouts of confusion were heard from below him and he flashed a manic grin where no one could have the pleasure to see. Screams of pain resounded as glass shattered from below, his eyes searching for Seokjin. He was already making his way around a set of crates, having swiftly dispatched several Jade Fang members during all the chaos.

More glass broke and metal doors were slammed wide open. Dozens of Golden Jackal members flooded the factory, tangling themselves in a fight. The glass covering from the skylight also shattered, raining down into the factory. Several ropes dropped from the ceiling and Taehyung stood to his full height as his team descended from the open hatch. Some dropped to the ground while others swung from their ropes, landing on top of unsuspecting lackeys. Blood spewed as knives plunged into bodies from both sides.

Taehyung ran, jumping out as far as he could and stretching his arms out. He grasped onto a rope, swinging around until his leather gloved hands allowed him to slide down. He shoved his body around, changing his trajectory in mid-air so he was heading straight for the manager’s office.

His legs extended out as he watched Shownu scrambling to his feet. Taehyung crashed his heels directly into Shownu’s chest, knocking him back. As he straddled the older man’s hips, he quickly unsheathed the large hunting knife from his back – aiming it straight for Shownu’s chest.

He grunted when Shownu used his arms to block the blow – their forearms crashing into one another. Taehyung’s arms shook violently as he tried to force them down, watching the blade getting closer and closer to Shownu’s throat. He could feel the capillaries in his eyes exploding, his vision blurring momentarily, before a scream erupted from his lungs.

Releasing one hand from the hilt of the knife, Taehyung punched furiously at Shownu’s rib cage. The older man attempted a counterattack, using his knee to slam into Taehyung’s back. The force of the blow caused him to fall forward and he felt Shownu’s fingers closing in around his throat. Taehyung continued to punch him even as he felt the air being choked from him.

He punched him one more time, using his fingers to dig into Shownu’s side. He buried them, like he was digging through mud for shells. He twisted his fingers and pulled, tearing through the fabric of the other man’s shirt.

Turning his head and leaning forward, Taehyung snapped his teeth into Shownu’s knuckles. He bit through the skin, blood spraying into his mouth. The older man screamed but he could barely hear it over the noise of battle being waged all around them. He pulled his hand from Shownu’s side, gripped his other hand, and put all his weight down.

The blade slowly buried itself into Shownu’s chest.

Hoseok’s knee crashed into the ground as Changkyun struggled to maintain his own footing. The two men glared at each other just as the noises from outside became more and more prevalent. Hoseok smirked as he saw Changkyun race to the window, peering out to the factory floor below. He managed to get back onto his feet just as the Jade Fang’s leader turned to glance over his shoulder at him. Hoseok took pleasure in seeing the snarl forming on the man’s face.

“You,” he snapped, turning around to face him again.

Hoseok dusted off the backs of his pants, his arms going up into a defensive stance as his hands curled into fists. “Yes. Me.”

Changkyun quickly raced to the other side of the room, his hand sliding under the table. Hoseok narrowed his eyes when he next turned around, a knife held in his hand. He scoffed. Maybe he would have been surprised if Taehyung hadn’t already told him what was hidden there.

“So, you expected me to come unarmed, but then have a knife hidden away?” Hoseok shook his head. “I’m so fuckin’ disappointed in you right now.”

“Shut-up!”

Changkyun ran at him, his arm striking out to slash at Hoseok’s neck. But he was faster because he was thinking clearly. He wasn’t about to let anyone stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to do on this day.

He dodged, side-stepping Changkyun at the last second. Reaching up to his lips, Hoseok pulled out the small razor he had hidden in his mouth. Ducking the next blow, he slung his arm upward and slashed over where Changkyun’s right eye was. A stream of blood sprayed and Changkyun moved to cover one hand over his eye as a trail of crimson leaked from beneath his palm.

Dropping the razor, he closed the distance between them as Changkyun attempted another assault. But with his depth-perception thrown off, he swung blindly. Hoseok slammed his elbow into his chest, aiming a backfist to his throat, and used his other hand to quickly disarm him. Before the knife could fall to the floor, Hoseok was already snatching it out of the air.

Spinning around on his back heel, he roughly slammed his back into Changkyun’s chest – forcing his body to bang against the door. Hoseok pulled his arms forward, then swung them back. A sickening squelch noise followed as he plunged the knife directly into Changkyun’s gut. He felt the younger man struggling against him, but he put all his weight backward – his shoulder blades pressing into his chest so that Changkyun wouldn’t be able to wriggle himself free.

“H-Hyung,” he heard Changkyun choke out, his hand reaching out to grasp onto Hoseok’s shoulder, “don’t do this. We…we can help each other…”

Taking a step back, Hoseok buried the knife further into Changkyun’s stomach – watching the blood forming a small puddle by his feet.

“…you can fucking die is what you can do.”

Seokjin swore under his breath, eyeballing the small cut on his leg. He hadn’t meant to get caught off guard, but there was so much happening around him. Things got less hairy when Namjoon’s team managed to make it inside. Even in the middle of all the craziness, Seokjin was glad they weren’t having to deal with guns. This would have ended bloodier than it needed to.

His eyes darted in every direction and he barked orders when he needed to as Taehyung’s team swept down from the ceiling. Namjoon was in the thick of it with his people and some of Yoongi’s squad managed to make it inside. There was a hint of worry when he hadn’t been able to locate Yoongi, but he knew he had to trust his brothers to be able to take care of themselves.

If he couldn’t at least do that, then what good was their bond?

The door to the manager’s office flew open, the loud bang rattling throughout all the noise of the fighting. Seokjin’s eyes followed the sound and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hoseok stumbling out of the door. He nearly tripped on something, seeing Taehyung catching Hoseok at the last second before he could fall. The two of them exchanged words before Taehyung jumped from the catwalk, his arms grabbing for the ropes so he could swing down to the main floor to join the fight. From what Seokjin could tell, Hoseok hadn’t sustained any injuries.

There was movement in Hoseok’s blind spot. Seokjin wasn’t sure if it was one of their people or a Jade Fang member. Not until the very last second.

“HOSEOK-AH!”

Their eyes locked momentarily, but there wasn’t any time. Running from his hiding spot, Seokjin scooped up a discarded knife. He slid to the center of the bottom floor and flung his arm out and upward. Hoseok jumped out of the way just as the knife buried itself in Changkyun’s throat. They watched the Jade Fang’s leader fall backward, presuming that he would not be getting up a second time.

A grateful smile passed over Hoseok’s lips, but soon snapped to surprise as he looked back at Seokjin.

“HYUNG!”

Suddenly, Seokjin felt his body flung to the side. His head hit the ground and the rest of him followed suit. The pain erupted seconds afterwards, his hand reaching up to grasp at the area where his nerves were screaming at him. Fingers caressed something cold and slender. When he pulled, his pain receptors went off like alarms and he screamed, looking around at who was responsible for the assault. As he craned his neck around to see, he spied the rod-like object poking out from his side. Something dribbled from his mouth and he didn’t have to guess to know that it was his own blood.

When he searched around in desperation, his eyes locked with Minhyuk who was holding a crossbow – watching him already reloading the next bolt.

Bodies moved around him in a blur – all of them screaming and fighting for their own lives. They were distracted. None of them realized what was happening.

No one except Hoseok.

Seokjin grinned, crawling to his knees. He could hear Hoseok’s feet thudding along the metal stairs, but he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. He was ready to face this head on. However, what he hadn’t expected was Minhyuk to shift his aim.

To Hoseok.

Eyes wide, Seokjin quickly scrambled to his feet and lunged forward in Hoseok’s direction. He knew his brother wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him. He was too focused on getting to Seokjin. But by doing so, he was putting himself in danger.

Seokjin knew he had to block his path.

It was like he could sense it. He jumped up and out to the left. Pain blossomed over his back and all feeling from his legs down seemed to disappear. He collapsed into the ground, dirt filling his nostrils, and he cried out in agony as he dug his fingers into the concrete. Soon, he could feel the texture of his own blood mixed with the dirt under his fingernails.

“HYUNG!”

Seokjin couldn’t see, but he knew it was Taehyung’s voice. He blindly reached out, grabbing for what he assumed was Taehyung’s ankle. “H-Hoseok-ah,” he choked out between coughing up blood, “…get him out of here.”

“B-But Hyung—”

“DO IT!”

He felt the ankle leaving his grasp and Seokjin prayed that Taehyung would listen to him. Hoseok had to get out of there. They all had to go. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he was going to make it. Not now; not when he was coughing up blood. Something was internally damaged. He was most likely hemorrhaging already.

Curling onto his side, he grasped at the bolt protruding from him and gripped onto it as hard as he could. As he pulled, visions of Anastasia flashed through his mind, giving him pause. For a moment, he forgot about the pain; he forgot about the world around him.

All he could see was the woman he loved standing in the far corner of the factory as she held their beautiful son. He stretched his arm out, reaching for them as if he could touch them. Tears leaked from his eyes as he smiled – the world blurring and getting just a little bit darker.

…I’m sorry, Ana, he thought, the weight of his arm starting to get heavier, …I’m not going to be able to keep this promise…I love you… He felt his elbow hit the concrete, followed by his head.

I’m going to see my brothers now. Forgive me…

Everything grew quiet around him.

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ki-chang · 4 years

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Was tagged by @katecaru, thank youuu

Name/Nickname: just call me Kich

Gender: nonbinary

Sexual Orientation: quite pansexual

Starsign: Sagittarius

Height: 168cm

Time: rn it’s 8:43pm

Birthday: December 21st, I’ve always been the annoying kid who’d go “My birthday is the day of the winter solstice :))))))” if anyone asked bc I was so proud to have an “important date” for a bday lol

Favorite Band: Monsta X ^^

Favorite Solo Artist: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh Wonho

Song Stuck In My Head: woke up with O.M.O.M in my head

Last Movie: Ugh it’s still R.E.D. simply bc I don’t really watch movies on my own

Last Show: Does MX’ variety shows count.....other than that, Lucifer season 5

When Did I Create This Blog: 2015.....? 2014......? sometime around there

What Do I Post: Now it’s mostly Monsta X stuff, with One Piece and Persona 5 and misc Marvel stuff. Originally this was supposed to be an account for my LOTR OC (lol), and it’s been ever changing since then

Last Thing Googled: How to spell Sagittarius lol

Do I Get Asks: I can count the number of asks I’ve gotten here with one hand haha,,, thOUGH THE ONE TIME I GET AN ASK TUMBLR DIDN’T TELL ME AND I ALSO DON’T CHECK MY INBOX BC WHY SO I DIDN’T SEE IT FOR ONE GODDAMN MONTH I’M STILL SO SORRY SUNI (do I check now every single day? Yes, yes I do)

Why I Chose My URL: ki(hyun)_chang(kyun).......originally this is a pun on my twt bc there it says changki go kaching, and here I’ve just shortened it....no I don’t like the nickname chang for Changkyun but like Kich is my name already so it had to be longer....

Following: 608 and probably at least half of these are inactive lol

Followers: 225 and only like 20 of these are active and not porn bots :’)

Average Amount of Sleep: 6 hours, but not at once, more like I sleep 4 hours, wake up, and then fitfully get the other 2 over the course of another 4 hours

Lucky Number: I don’t really have one....but for some reason I’m obsessed with 284

Instruments: I played the piano until I was like 10 or 11, and then I switched to guitar until 16.... and well we learned the flute in elementary school. But I can play nothing anymore tbh

What Am I Wearing: Black turtleneck with a fuzzy striped black grey white turtleneck on top, black kneesocks and black white jeans

Dream Job: Something I’d actually like to do and be passionate about....? I haven’t had a dream job since forever

Dream Trip: Hmm back to Japan at some point? I really liked Japan. Also I wanna see the Aurora once in my life

Favorite Food: Probably pizza

Nationality: German

Favorite Song: Honestly it always changes with every new MX release, ig atm you could say it’s Gasoline

Last Book Read: haha,,,,,,,,,, probably The Picture of Dorian Gray, but like, four years ago,,,,,,

Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Oh Boy hmmmmmm LOTR, One Piece does seem fun, and, hmm, I do like Dragon Age

Tagging: @hyunubear, @burtonized, @2bosoos, @imnameimss if that’s okay

#tag game #this took me so fucking long I kept getting distracted #anyway this was funn even though I don't have concrete answers for most of these :')

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boymeetsweevil · 5 years

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Watch Yourself

Grouping: Reader x Hoseok

Word Count: ~7770

Warnings/Themes: Peeping Tom-ish/Voyeurism, Hoseok is a closetexhibitionist, (and apparently so it OC) public sex, fingering, so much boob stuff, penetrative sex, too much talk centered around Hob’s hands, this is basically just pwp guys that second p is questionable

Summary: It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

Part of the Masterlist for Group 2 of the @btssmutclub Summer Project

tagging: @jeoneric @betysotelo18

There is something utterly sad about visiting the tiny local strip mall before 11am on a Saturday. Sadder yet is the fact that you are there by yourself, with no friend in sight. Said friend was supposed to come with you for moral support and to give his valued opinion on the swim wear you were there to buy. But, of course, something had to go wrong. Wonho, your fashion student friend, called you this morning to tell you that he pulled a muscle in his groin at the gym that same day and sent you a Snapchat of him in the campus clinic with an ice pack as proof.

As you pay for your tea for the morning from a small kiosk, you take in the fact that even the old ladies power walking around the floors of the mall and the elementary schoolers running to the arcade have their friends with them. You make a mental note to guilt trip Wonho a little bit when you see him next. Which will probably be at the pool party that necessitated this outing in the first place.

When you started attending your university, you came in with a high school sweetheart of sorts. Your ex had been one of the kindest guys you knew, albeit a little insecure. You thought he’d grow out of it, you were sure of it. But once he got accepted into his frat of choice after much ass-kissing, he changed. You endured it for 3 years too long before finally getting fed up in the middle of fall semester of your senior year. Since then, it had been smooth sailing, but also radio silence on your ex’s end.

It’s now the summer following your graduation and this invitation to his pool party seems to be coming from nowhere. Your friend Irene bluntly suggested it wasn’t because he really wanted you back in his life, but because he wanted to show off his new girlfriend to his old girlfriend. Your other friend, Monica, showed you the new girlfriend’s picture. She was pretty, into horses, and did charity on the weekends.

(1 week prior)

“She seems nice,” you sniffed at the image on Monica’s screen before cutting into your pancakes from your favorite brunch spot. They were a little too thick this time and the force of your cutting shook the little table you were all seated at.

“Her style is a little 2008,” Wonho commented as he scrolled through the pictures on the girl’s account. “I didn’t think people still did the tunic and black cropped leggings thing anymore.”

Irene pinned him with a dirty look. “Lots of people still do that. I do that.”

“Yeah, you do,” he frowned disapprovingly.

You and Monica watched Irene and Wonho bicker about statement belts for a moment before she turned to you abruptly, shoving the phone back in your face like a bad omen.

“You know you have to go to that pool party, right?”

“Uh, yeah. We said we were all thinking of going, right?”

“I mean, maybe. But you specifically need to go.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to show him that you’re onto him and that he made a huge mistake losing you.”

“But I don’t care about him anymore,” you said innocently through a bite of eggs.

‘It’s the principle of the thing,” she sighed. “Your bathing suit has to be amazing, none of this—this,” she waved her hands in the air as if trying to conjure up the right phrase, “monochromatic one-piece mess.”

“What’s wrong with my one-piece?”

“It doesn’t do any favors for your body.”

“Wait a second, I—”

“It’s true,” Wonho turned to you, eyes so serious they make you lose train of thought. “You have a great silhouette and you rarely do it justice.”

“Yeah,” Irene chimed in and gestured to your hoodie, “I’ve been meaning to ask you why you have so many of those...shirts.”

“For comfort, maybe? You guys ever heard of that?”

The three of them blinked owlishly at you before Monica reached out to pat your hand. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’ll figure this bathing suit thing out.”

You follow the various signs hanging down from the mall ceiling telling you the names of various shops and start browsing.

With your friend’s voices in your head, you try not to rely on your basic instincts too much and instead go to the stores you’ve heard Monica praise or seen Wonho shop at when buying clothes as birthday presents. You pass by one store you know all of your friends would approve of. But it positively reeks of sophistication and trendiness, so you circle the entire floor before eventually after coming back empty from the other stores. This one boutique has dim and flattering lighting and there’s an expensive smelling perfume wafting around the place when you push through the front door.

Instantly you get the urge to turn and walk out. All the other people in the store look like they walked out of fashion catalogs themselves. Even the employees refolding garments and waiting at the cash register are all perfectly proportioned, symmetrical, and statuesque. You thank the universe that you chose a neutral outfit: dark jeans Wonho bought for you after taking your measurements with painstaking care and a plain black tank top to beat the heat.

You consider sending a text to the group chat to ask for help when you enter the swimsuit section, but your pride and stubbornness rule that option out. So you just pick a bunch of swimsuits you think would look good on you and head over to the changing room. The attendant there is organizing the rack of returned garments and has his back to you when you enter the changing room hallway.

“How many items,” the attendant asks.

“It looks like I have 3,” you mutter after counting.

“Be right with you.”

You spend the time he takes to finish grouping items to take in his appearance.The back of his head and his voice are oddly familiar.

“Um, this might be a weird question, but are you Hoseok? Jung Hoseok?”

“I thought that was your voice.” The man in front of you turns and nods, a shy, but brilliant grin creeping onto his face. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you.”

Jung Hoseok had been one of your ex-boyfriend’s frat brothers and former “friend”. If there was no one closer around, your ex would hang out with Hoseok and a bunch of other guys not in his inner circle. And when there were closer guys around, you ex would ignore you. So you’d talk with Hoseok. He kept you company many a night when your boyfriend was nowhere to be found and you were alone at the frat parties you were only attending out of girlfriend loyalty.

From what you remember, Hoseok was an architecture and dance double major. He always had good jokes, good weed, and a flirty vibe about him. You’re a little ashamed to admit that you flirted back despite the fact that you were often around him as someone else’s date. But it never progressed into anything more. Not even after you broke up with your ex and were attending the parties to spite him briefly after the break up.

Hoseok would smoke you out and crowd you into the kitchen corner while you passed a blunt back and forth, exchanging banter and heated glances but nothing more. You spent more nights than you’re willing to confess to thinking about the comfortable press of his hand on the small of your back.

Now, he still looks the same as he did half a year ago, but with the addition of a golden tan from the part of the summer that’s already passed. He looks good in his impeccably white t-shirt and uniform slacks with his artfully tousled hair. Among the other model-like employees he fits right in. It’s a little unfair.

“You enjoying your summer,” he asks while giving you the perfunctory little card with a number 3 on it before leading you through a hall of changing rooms.

“Sort of. I moved into a new apartment with one of my friends, and we just finished getting settled. I’m gonna start teaching in the fall.”

“Teaching, huh? Whereabouts?” Hoseok selects one of the large fitting rooms all the way in the back. The ones that can fit packs of friends who are very invested in the outfit picking process.

“You know the Montessori school out by the northern part of the city?” He nods in recognition. “It’s that one.”

He lets out a low whistle at the mention of the small private elementary school that all the city’s most wealthy inhabitants bring their children to. “Sounds like it’ll be a good move, then. You’re living the dream, huh?”

“Yeah,” you duck your head modestly as you linger in front of the changing room door. “What about you? Are you here for the summer?”

“For the summer,” he confirms, “Then I’m moving into the city too. Near the Big Hit park to work with a firm there.”

“Are you gonna be interning?”

“I’m gonna be leading a project with my own design, actually.”

“Oh, Hoseok, that’s great! It’s really early in the game too. You’re going places.”

“Yeah, its—” he stops to look around the area and takes a reluctant step back. You realize then just how close you two were standing to each other. “I don’t want to hold you up if you’ve got friends waiting on you to pick something out.”

“Oh, you’re good. I came here by myself. My friends were supposed to help me get something, but they all...got busy.” You roll your eyes.

Hoseok returns to his station and continues organizing his area once more, but raises his voice so it carries to you. “That sucks. I’ve had stuff like that happen a few times.”

When you don’t immediately respond, he figures you’re busy changing. Almost instantly his thoughts gravitate towards your swimsuit choice, wondering what you picked out. Are you a fan of string bikinis or athletic cuts? His ears subconsciously strain for the rustling of clothes before he cuts the wandering thoughts short. He leaves to go get some extra work from his supervisor and give you privacy.

In the changing room, you’re having a bit of trouble. The first suit is nearly on, but won’t zip past your bust like it's supposed to. You underestimate your strength as you try to force the zipper up and end up ripping the tab off the little sliding bit. You let out a quiet curse before resolving to buy the suit since you broke it. Perhaps it was your fault for thinking you could fit into a size you normally never wear, though it looked like it would fit you when you draped it over your torso earlier. Unfortunately for you, there weren’t any larger sizes either.

Pulling the tag hanging off the side of the suit, you check the price curiously only to find that the suit bandeau is heinously expensive on its own. You have no idea how much the bottoms cost, but you’re fairly certain they’re sold separately. You panic at the thought of having to pay so much for the suit and fumble with the sliding body of the zipper again, trying to get the top off of you, but it won’t budge.

“Hello?” Your voice rings out with uncertainty. You’d heard footsteps leaving the fitting room area earlier, but you didn’t hear them return.

When you get only silence as a reply, you open the door to your changing stall and poke your head out. You’re about to tip toe out to hopefully flag down one of the women working in the front of the store when Hoseok walks back into the fitting room area. He’s busy with whatever is on his phone and doesn’t seem to see you at first. You curse to yourself, hoping he doesn’t see you. To keep an eye on him, you start to walk backwards towards your changing room, but your bare feet squeak loudly against the polished wooden floor.

He looks toward you in that moment to chase the sound. His hand holding his phone drops and eyes linger on your form for longer than could be considered merely professional appraisal and his head turns quickly once he realizes this. Inside his chest, his heart is flutters at the after image of you behind his eyelids. You look good. Really good. While he might think a broken zipper would ruin the look, the fact that the bandeau is only half zipped and straining to contain your breasts makes you look like a classic pinup.

It takes a conscious effort to stray from mentally retracing the path that your curves made in the suit. The voluptuous flare of your hips and shapely legs both grab his attention even more than the bright candy apple red fabric of the suit. He turns abruptly, about to act as though he’s needed in the stock room when your voice sounds out, embarrassed.

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah?” His voice cracks a little, suddenly flustered, and he covers it best he can with a low cough. “What’s up?”

“I’m really sorry but,” you avert your eyes as you walk forward. “I think I broke this suit.”

“Huh?” Your exposed skin looks soft in the gentle lighting of the hallway, and somehow the sight of it is loud enough to muffle your confession. “You broke something?”

“It’s the zipper on the top. I was gonna buy it since I broke it. But the suit is, like, a million dollars. Is there...any chance you can give me a friends and family discount?”

“Oh.” He jumps at the chance to go back to being a helpful professional person again. “That’s okay. I’ll just tell my boss that it broke off in handling. We just put those out today.”

Your eyes go round with hope. “I don’t have to buy it?”

“Nah,” he waves away your offer, eyes now glued to his own shoes. “I got it.”

“Really?” Your face lights up beautifully, relief softening your features. “That’s amazing, thank you.”

He watches for a brief moment while you go back into the changing room. Surprisingly—or perhaps unsurprisingly, with the way his day is going—your ass is amazing, if the way the suit stretches in an almost heart over the cheeks. His throat is suddenly very dry and he nearly downs the entire water bottle he keeps near his station. Hoseok is only allowed a few moments of silence to recover.

“Hey, um, do you...do you think you could come here?”

Faltering in his steps, he walks back down the hallway with a rising sense of suspicion. He’s not sure what will come next, but he knows deep in his gut it’ll be odd and possibly enough to get him fired. Still, he stands in front of the door with uncertainty roiling in his belly.

“What’s up?”

“Come in,” is all you say in a muted hiss.

His hand is sweating when he turns the knob leading into the changing room. He tries to open it cautiously, give himself enough time to peer in and give you time to cover anything you don’t want him to see. But you merely yank him in by the collar and shut the door quickly before locking it. At his wide-eyed, nervous expression you quickly move to make things less awkward.

“Sorry,” you toss over your shoulder while testing the door knob. “I know this is weird, but I can’t get the suit off. It’s too tight to pull over my head and the zipper won’t budge no matter how hard I pull on it. Can you...help?”

Hoseok can only nod in response with nerves halting his tongue. He approaches you slowly, making sure nothing he’s doing seems threatening. Or overly enthusiastic. You’re pressed against the door with your back to the exit and it doesn’t take long for him to close the distance between you two. You’re careful to keep your breathing light so as not to draw extra attention to your chest despite the fact that Hoseok is now eyeballing it like its a complicated puzzle.

“I think the only way to get it off is to just brute force the zipper,” he says after a while.

“Okay.”

You wet your lips nervously and let out a shaky breath that you pray he’ll ignore.

“You might wanna, um, hold your...” he gestures vaguely at your ample cleavage. “So they don’t fall out if we get the top to open.”

Gingerly you cup your breasts to hold the fabric covering them together like he suggested. Hoseok brushes your fingers when he finally attempts to pull the zipper down for the first time. He mutters a quick apology and tries as best he can not to graze you again with his knuckles as his hand shakes. The other hand is behind his back, tightly fisted in effort to maintain his cool. From your vantage point, you can actually see his hand and the way the veins in his arm flash by looking at the mirror on the changing room wall.

A few more harsh tugs gets the zipper’s sliding body down the chain about halfway, but it’s not enough to get the straps of the suit off your arms.

“Maybe you should use two hands,” you hedge. He nods and holds the sides in one hand and the zipper with the other.

Hoseok lets out a steady breath before pulling the zipper down as hard as he can without ripping the suit. He can maybe fib to his boss about the zipper coming off, but not the top ripping in two. Luckily, the zipper stutters open wide enough for you to be able to slip it off now. The only problem is that you forgot to keep a firm grip on the halves of the top and your breasts almost spill completely out of the top.

You stand there, still holding your top up, and chance a look up at Hoseok. He’s gazing down at your chest but senses your gaze and locks eyes with you then. Something in the air between you changes, shifts, clicks. There’s an electricity that you can practically feel crackling under your skin and you take a step forward without thinking. Hoseok’s eyes fall closed as you approach, lashes fanning out prettily across the apples of his cheeks. Before you can chicken out, you ghost your lips over his slack mouth. It’s only a fleeting moment, but you still feel a jolt of something from the contact that has you letting out a small gasp.

Hoseok leans in to touch his forehead to yours almost as if he’s about to initiate another kiss, but a woman’s voice rings through the changing room area, letting him know that they need him to help his supervisor comb through the main part of the store and reset all the displays. Something about all the normal folders and floor monitors being out on their lunch break.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute. Just trying something on,” he lies.

He peers down at you again with a look that’s more subdued but still smoldering, eyes hooded dreamily, smoothing tingling palms against his work pants. Your cheeks heat up with the intensity of his stare, but you back away. The atmosphere isn’t quite the same after having the tenuous balance disrupted by his coworker. With your back against the door and so much of you still bared to him, you suddenly feel so vulnerable. Part of you is scared because that does something to your insides. Tying them up with excitement.

“I should go,” you sigh as he backs up.

He looks like he wants to say something, but stops himself. He slides back out while you’re collecting your actual clothes. When you finish changing, you shuffle passed Hoseok and purchase the expensive broken bathing suit with a grimace.

A few days later, Hoseok is in the main part of the store replacing some items that were knocked over by a careless customer when a coworker comes over and taps him on the shoulder.

“What’s up, man?”

“There’s a customer here who wants you to start a dressing room for her. She wants a selection of bathing suits, too.”

“Cool,” Hoseok hands the employee the clothes he was dealing with. “She say what size?”

The guy relays the size information to him and with that Hoseok makes his way to the bathing suit section to pick out a variety of styles in the right size. With his arms laden with different pieces, he heads back into the changing room area. It’s empty but that’s not unusual at this day and time. It was the store owner’s idea to make it so there weren’t ever that many employees working a shift at a time to give off a minimalist, unbothered vibe.

“Miss,” he calls out to the customer, looking for a sign of the woman by looking for her feet in the cracks of the stall doors. “I have some pieces for you to try. I’ll be right outside in case you don’t want anything or you want a different color. Or if you want to check out as well. I can ring you up.”

“Thanks,” your voice sounds from behind the final door of the hallway. You push open the door to reveal your face.

Hoseok’s cheeks bloom rosy from behind the tiny mountain of bathing suits he gathered unwittingly for you. A strong wave of deja vu washes over him as he’s taken back to the last time he saw you here. The memory of the (almost) kiss is still fresh in his mind like it was yesterday because, at this point, he’s replayed it in his mind dozens of times. A couple of those replays involved the tissue box and bottle of lotion he keeps by his bed. During those times the moment was stretched out and embellished thanks to his industrious imagination.

“I’ll take some of those,” you say with arms reaching to a portion of the suits. “You said you’d be nearby?”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Good.”

Like a doting assistant, Hoseok leans on the wall outside your stall, eyes pitching across all parts of the room to occupy his thoughts and time. His gaze bounces from the opposite end of the hallway where his post is normally, to the other stalls, to the mirror lining the wall adjacent to him. There he sees his reflection as well as a reflection of all the stalls. Small movement in the mirror catches his eye, a quick flash of skin. With a hesitant look back at your stall, he realizes the door is cracked. Just enough for him to catch a glimpse of bare arm. A sliver of the mirror inside, through which he swears he sees you looking back at him.

He whips his head back to stare down the hallway, biting harshly on his tongue when the rustling of clothes stops and the sound of the door’s hinge gives a prolonged creak.

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you give me that green one you have there and I’ll give this one back to you?”

“Oh,” he blinks. Surprised but relieved at the fact that you didn’t tear him a new one for being a peeping Tom. “S-sure.”

He looks away as best he can while handing you the suit you asked for before waiting patiently for you to remove and return the first one you tried. He wants to say something to you, ask about the other day and why you left so abruptly. Why you bought the suit that he said he would take care of. But all of that gets dashed away when his eyes wander instinctively back to your stall and the door is now half closed at best.

With the door angled like this, he can see your reflection perfectly from where he’s standing. You’d be naked if it weren’t for the delicate pair of underwear you’re wearing to safely try on the suits according to store policy. Hoseok can’t drag his eyes away from the sight of you examining the hunter green string bikini’s intricate tie system before attempting to put it on. The green bottoms lovingly hug the curves of your hips but leave little to the imagination with the way they’re bunched up. You skim your index fingers under the elastic of the bottoms to snap them back into place and cover more of your ass. He mourns the change in the view briefly before migrating up the slope of your bare back up to the loose strings dangling from the bikini top.

“Can you help me with this,” you give him a pout that he can’t say no to.

Suddenly he’s scrambling into the changing stall to put the clothes he was holding down on the small bench inside. He comes up behind you and recalls the intended weaving before deftly knotting the strings together in the right place. The end result is a pretty lattice pattern that contrasts with the simple triangles covering your breasts in the front. You test the support and bounce a little, cupping your chest lightly before letting out a pleased hum at Hoseok’s handiwork.

“What do you think?”

He gulps. “It’s, uh, it’s nice.”

“Just nice?” Your voice comes off as coy. You know you look better than nice, but inside you’re fighting the urge to gnaw at your lip self-consciously.

You knew that you were making a big gamble the moment you decided to request Hoseok as your personal shopper not even an hour ago. But ever since you rushed out of the shop a few days prior, the only thing you could think about was Hoseok. Hoseok and the way he looked at you. The way his palms trembled subtly as he reached for you that other day in the stall. The need was palpable and radiated from him like summer heat off dark concrete. It had been a long time since something like this made your breath hitch, and this was the mere memory alone. The memory itself was simultaneously addicting and not enough. So here you are, acting like you were filming a bad porno so you could chase that fleeting moment from last time. His supervisor wouldn’t be able to get you to back down this time even if she was banging on the stall door.

“I like it,” he mumbles quietly after some time.

“Me too. I’ll take it.” Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you watch his expression carefully. “Help me take it off?”

His mouth drops open just a bit. It’s such a small gesture that you might have missed if every instinct in you wasn’t curled tight with giddy lust. His fingers are feather-light against the skin of your back as he loosens the binds he just did. All the while his gaze never leaves yours in the mirror. Almost as if he’s trying to communicate with you. You give a miniscule nod and then he’s giving the final tug.

The bikini top slithers down your front into a cool, smooth pile of ribbon at your feet. You’re bare like the other day, but your back is almost proudly straight this time and you fall back against him easily.

His hand comes up to lay on your shoulder. The weight is bureaucratic and safe enough that for a second you’re expecting a rebuff.

“Are you sure you wanna do this here?” The tip of his nose skims gently near your temple. Your breath hitches in anticipation. “Because once you say the word, we’re doing this. And I’m not closing that fucking door. I wanna see you backup all that strutting around you’ve been doing.”

You nod again. A shaky breath leaves you and you reach a hand back to creep up his front, fingers grazing collar and tugging needy. He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble forward as well, before placing both hands on your hips. His hands push into the plush skin exposed there as if to test your solidness. The grip is warm and firm as he pushes your hips out until you have to lean forward and brace both hands on the full-length mirror on the changing room wall for balance.

“I don’t want you looking around all distracted at the door. Only look in the mirror. I want you to watch yourself and watch me with you. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh.

With that, he tugs down the bikini bottoms to reveal the underwear you had underneath. While you step out of the swimsuit bottoms and kick them to the side, he slides his hand down the front of your panties. The pads of his fingers part your folds easily with no resistance thanks to the copious amount of arousal already there.

“I’ve been thinking about how the other day would have played out if I never left for two days now,” you explain.

“You been touching yourself to it?”

“Yes,” your breath hitches when he swipes over your clit roughly.

“Me too.”

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. The sweetness of the gesture contrasts starkly with the obscene wet noises coming from where he plays with your wet center. It's not loud enough to compete with the music playing through the store. And definitely not enough to grab anyone’s if they were seated at Hoseok’s post at the end of the hallway. But you still have to fight the instinct to look back at the half open door of the changing stall to make sure no one will catch you.

“You paying attention?”

Your eyes refocus on the reflection in the mirror and zero in on the way Hoseok’s hand barely fits in your underwear. Still, his middle and ring fingers are obscured by the front of your underwear and all you can really see is the way his hand movements speed up. A second later the tightness of the figure eights he rubs into you registers in your core and the wave of pleasure that hits has your knees buckling slightly. Luckily you’re already holding onto something—the mirror.

The slick noises coming from your center get louder as more arousal leaks onto Hoseok’s rapidly moving fingers. In the mirror, you can see that his brow is furrowed in concentration, or perhaps subtly dialed back lust. Meanwhile, his mouth hangs open slightly in silent, sympathetic moans. He must sense your gaze on his face because he looks up then and locks eyes with you in the mirror.

“It feels good,” you whine out the last syllable when he flirts with your entrance for the first time. Already, you’re clenching around a phantom something, eager for things to speed up.

“That’s good.”

His response sounds nonchalant, but you can feel his hardness nudging against your ass if you push back enough. He’s careful to keep it away from you, though, so he can focus on you. It’s not exactly attention that you’re used to after so many years with your ex, but you welcome it all the same. Hoseok is attentive and competitive in the way that he seeks the things that accidentally draw moans from your parted lips. Soon enough, your arms are shaking from a combination of the effort of holding yourself up against the mirror and your first orgasm’s approach.

Hoseok is now grinding the heel of his other palm into your clit, fingertips pistoning against one spongy area of your walls after seeing the way you had you stuttering and your hands sliding a bit against the glass. The first hand wandered up your torso some time ago. He meandered a path along the soft valley of your stomach before coming to cup your breast. With your arousal still shining dully on his fingers, he tweaks your nipple until it draws up and out. Testing various pressures and grips, he finds a perfect rhythm of rolling and pinching that makes you clench around his other hand. His fingers are elegant and long, but not quite thick enough even in a pair. It drives you slightly crazy and you instinctively push your hips back to grind harder against him, mewling shamelessly.

“Please,” your plea comes out crumpled from in between ragged breaths. “I want you.”

“Hmm?” The sharp curl of Hoseok’s smile appears in the mirror. It matches the mean humor that sneaks in to his cooing tone. “You wanna be full?

You nod, cheeks warming from the begging. “I want your dick.”

“Someone’s greedy,” he pulls his fingers out, marveling at the squelching sound the motion makes. “Don’t want to get off on just fingers, huh? You wanna be stuffed full in the middle of this changing room where anyone could walk in and see you.”

You can only moan in affirmation as Hoseok finally tugs down his own bottoms and kicks them to the side. Your eyes take in his muscled legs, landing appreciatively on the line on his thighs where his tan stops and his shorts must have protected his skin from the sun one day. Hoseok spins the two of you then, while you’re lost in thought about how one of his thighs would feel between yours.

With your back against the wall, Hoseok nods to himself like he’s satisfied with his work and begins laying soft, wet kisses against the skin of your throat. He pulls back only to slowly peel off his work shirt, teasing you with the slow exposure of his equally toned torso. You have a nice view of the way back muscles flex under smooth skin now that he’s facing away from the mirror.

“Watch yourself carefully this time,” he warns you with a hand on your chin to direct your gaze to his momentarily.

When he’s sure you’re watching your reflection obediently, he returns to your breasts. He really does think they’re a work of art. So he recites a soundless sonnet to them, tongue flitting against each twin peak with ardor. Your skin becomes almost blotchy in the heat of your moment. Heeding Hoseok’s words, you take in your appearance.

With a heaving chest and parted lips, you look wanton to say the least. Your eyes are at half mast and fighting against the pleasure Hoseok’s plucking fingers bring. Then you see him reaching down to grasp himself before turning to smirk at the mirror, almost as if he’s giving another audience you weren’t aware of, a show.

There’s not much warning. There’s only the gentle nudge of his knees tapping your already lax ones apart before he’s hitching one of your legs over his slender hips. In his grasp, the head of his erection runs along the length of your center. He’s hot and swollen against you, smearing precum on your folds on his journey to your entrance.

“You’re so wet,” he bites out with the same soft incredulity as a curse. His head pops up so he can pin you with a pleading look, almost like he can’t believe you’re you. “What if someone saw you like this? All spread open and dripping for me.”

“Maybe I—ah—wouldn’t mind.” You watch your own hand come up to thread through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. You tug gently on it like its a lifeline as he lines himself up, excitement bubbling up in your stomach. “Mmh, fuck.”

He takes his time bottoming out to make sure you have time to see your expression evolve as you encounter every ridge and swell of him. The stretch has your eyes rolling back, but you don’t let yourself close them. Instead you take in the way your breasts bounce now that Hoseok has begun pumping into you experimentally. The force of his thrusts causes the walls of the changing stall to rattle loudly and for a fraction of a second you worry someone—a customer or another employee seeking assistance with something—might hear the noise and try to see what the source was.

But then your leg is lifted a bit higher and the angle changes. Suddenly he’s going deeper, stretching you slightly more, all the while your clit is bombarded with the brush of his pelvis with every stroke. The leg you have on the ground shakes from the intense bolt of pleasure and you let out a desperate moan.

“Hoseok, oh my god, I’m—you feel so good,” you do the best you can to keep your voice low.

“I can’t hear you. Louder.”

“I said you feel good.”

“Where?”

“In-inside me. I can feel all of you and I’m so...you stretch me out so good,” you pant out.

“Are you close?” His teeth are gritted with the effort it takes to push back his own oncoming orgasm. “Shit.”

“Yeah, I just need—”

Before you can finish, Hoseok is tapping lightly on your lips, pulling the bottom one from between your teeth. You open up and take his thumb and suck it. Once he’s sure its wet enough, he lingers for a few beats to enjoy the feeling of your tongue lapping at him. Then he’s collecting his hand back with a pop and snakes it down between your two writhing bodies. The effect of his spit-slick finger against your clit while he continues to plow into you is instant. It’s just the thing you needed to really kick things into overdrive. Soon you’re chasing the glorious feeling by bringing him in impossibly closer with two hands on his petite ass and by flexing the thigh you had holding his hips in place. In this position, he’s too constricted to really move in and out, so he adapts and begins a rough, circular grind.

The moans you let out are high and breathy, inappropriately loud, and your eyes dart back to your reflection just in time to see your pornographic expression. Hoseok seems to enjoy it too as he leans in to nuzzle at your forehead before cupping your face in one hand and bringing you in to kiss you sweetly. You’re not sure how he manages to make sweet the amount of tongue he’s using, but it works and you sigh dreamily against his lips.

Your orgasm surges through you again when he surprises you and sucks on your tongue. He pulls back then and watches with awe coloring his face. Or perhaps it's the fluorescents and the light sheen of sweat. Either way, the sight of you has him pulsing inside your already convulsing walls. With quick reflexes, he’s pulling out and replacing his dick with three fingers. He strokes himself—slowly to stay hard but not to bring himself to climax just yet—and watches you come down from your high.

When you’re done, you let your leg flop down from its perch on his hip bone. You’re a little wobbly from holding the pose for so long and you fall to your feet gracelessly, not thinking about how disgusting the floors may be. It’s then that you’re able to really look at Hoseok’s dick for the first time when you’re basically at eye level with it.

“Where do you wanna come?” Your eyes look impossibly large from where he’s standing and for a moment he almost answers ‘your face’ before your cleavage grabs his attention.

He mumbles then, ducking his head as his cheeks flush prettily.

“What?”

“...On your tits,” he gulps, not sure of your response.

You merely cross your arms under your breasts to lift them. A disbelieving little laugh leaves him before he’s kneeling down in front of you. The angle is a little awkward, but it’s better than it was when he was standing. He reaches out then and rubs fondly at the area where your shoulder and neck meet with one hand while pumping himself with the other.

It doesn’t take long. Hoseok’s been rock hard since he realized the changing room door wasn’t closed and the fact that you just agreed to let him come on your boobs almost made him swallow his tongue. They’re really something, he thinks to himself. They look soft and he knows if he stuck his face in between them, they’d smell good too if your perfume from the other day when you walked by him is any indication. They’re the perfect size, too. His hips stutter in their rhythm as he thinks about all the other things he could be doing to them. He could be fucking them while you hold them for him. Or, If you let him, he’d spend hours just lapping at them until they were sensitive enough to have you squealing under him. He bites down on his tongue and speeds up his strokes while imagining nipping at you, sucking bruises into the warm skin of your chest.

“I’m—now,” he chokes out before spilling over your breasts. His eyes closed momentarily when the high first hit him, but he opens them quickly enough to see one of the last spurts shoot out and paint a nipple white. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He collapses into his own pile of exhausted limbs in front of you and grabs at the boxers he was wearing earlier. Like a switch has been flipped, the environment changes. It’s not exactly awkward but everything feels fragile and tentative all of the sudden.

Leaning forward, his wipes the remnants of his release off your chest. The two of you make shy eye contact a few times while he’s in your personal space. He hesitates a bit before leaning closer to slot his lips over yours. The kiss is heated, but not overly passionate. A simmer. Soon he’s wiping his hands before tossing away the soiled underwear and gingerly cupping your face in both his warm hands. He kisses you so thoroughly, so well that you end up unconsciously chasing his lips once he pulls away.

“Good?” He chuckles when you finally open your eyes. You’re not sure when you closed them.

“It was alright,” you sniff. “But I think you might have to do that again some time, ‘cause I’m not 100% sure.” He grins and swipes a thumb over your cheek.

“Name a time and a place and I’m there.”

“What about Saturday at 2,” you blurt out.

“Oh, uh, that’s very specific—”

“Sorry! I’ve been meaning to ask you if you wanted to go to this...thing with me. It’s a party at my ex’s house and I thought it might be less painful if,” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed at your speediness. You don’t even know if Hoseok wants anything more than hookups and here you are asking him to be your plus one to a pool party.

“It’s specific, but I’m free. Should I bring my swimsuit?” Your answering smile is infectious and he can’t help but kiss at it briefly.

“Of course. I’m bringing mine,” you mumble between his lips. “I gotta pay for it first.”

“You’re really wearing the green one?”

“Yeah. It’s my color and it makes my boobs look nice.”

“True,” he nods seriously. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and I’ll ring you up.”

While you’re clothed and at the register, you fight to ignore the knowing stares of a few of the other people working on the floor. Hoseok seems unphased by their looks and actually seems to be glowing. He hums and smiles to himself while carefully folding and wrapping your bathing suit in some tissue paper. When he turns the little monitor around for your to pay with your card, he’s still humming to himself.

“I get off for the day in half and hour,” he blurts out while you sign for the bathing suit.

“Is that so,” you humor him and raise an intrigued looking eyebrow.

“Yeah, so, uh...” The girl who’s behind the counter with Hoseok and had been collecting hangers snorts to herself at Hoseok’s sudden shy disposition. “If you’re gonna be around, I can show you the best place to eat in the food court. If you’re hungry, I mean.”

You pretend to mull it over while putting your card back in your wallet. “Alright. But I don’t eat mall pizza.”

“Hoseok,” you hiss as he presses himself against your backside while you search your ex’s kitchen for more plastic cups. “Someone will see us.”

“I don’t care,” he grinds against you, displacing your bottoms enough to expose the entire left globe of your ass. “I hope someone does. I hope he does.”

You turn around then, hoping to disrupt his fun, but he just brings both his hands to cup your breasts. The little green triangles do little to protect your modesty and, if anything, made his hands itch even more to touch you. He squeezes them in his hands, and when you don’t say anything, he pushes the material up and over them. Like he expected, your nipples are hard and have been since he started eye-fucking you earlier from across the pool.

“You’re insane,” you gasp. Partly because you’re functionally topless when any one of the partygoers, including your friends, could come around the corner in search of ice. And partly because Hoseok has latched onto one of your breasts and is now suckling at one nipple. “It’s like you—oh—want to get caught.”

He pulls off just long enough to speak. “Why should I care if anyone sees me making you feel good.”

“You know, in hindsight, I should have realized you have a thing about public sex.”

“You really should have. I gave you all the signs.” He has enough manners to shift so he’s covering you should anyone walk into the kitchen. His hand slides into your bathing suit bottoms, fingers immediately getting coated with your slick. “But it feels like you might be a little exhibitionist yourself.”

The sound of Monica and Irene laughing in the next room has your whole body tensing up with nerves, but it also has you sucking his fingers deeper into your center. Footsteps of more people who probably want a break from the sun enter the room, some sounding dangerously close.

“Oh god,” your head falls forward onto his shoulder as the wet sounds of your pussy get louder as he massages your clit. “Hoseok, we’re gonna get kicked out.”

“Not if you’re quiet.” He starts kissing your cheek, making a path to your mouth. “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

#bscproject #btssmutclub #hyunglinenetwork #networkbangtan #bttnetwork #bts smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenario #bts imagines #hoseok imagine #bts fanfic #hoseok fanfic

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shadequeen712 · 4 years

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Don’t Smile At Me

Genre: vampire au, Paradise Kiss au, fashion show au, lowkey mafia au tbh

Pairings: Jooheon x Minhyuk x OC, Changkyun x Hyungwon,

Warnings: self-esteem issues, polyamory, blood, violence, polyamorous vampire coven

Additional: body positivity, plus sized model, black OC, drag queen! Minhyuk, fashion designer! Jooheon, punk! Changkyun, Lolita! Hyungwon, goth! Kihyun, punk! Shownu, gothic Lolita! Wonho

All relationships are temporary. More than that, everything on Earth is temporary. Our time here is limited. We only have jobs for as long as we are relevant and useful. Friends come and go like the wind. Relationships are fleeting and shallow. Nothing really lasts.

Or at least, that's what I thought before I met the designers at Paradise Kiss.

Before I met him. Before I met them. Before I cared about anyone but myself.

I didn't know eternity could exist. But eternity is possible, as long as you pay the price.

Author Notes: So this is loosely based off of the anime Paradise Kiss. This fic was also inspired by the Follow concept photos so I’ll be using these pictures across the fanfic.

I honestly paused writing this fanfic because I was so hurt by Wonho leaving Monsta X last year. I’m very happy for his comeback Open Mind and I will continue supporting him and Monsta X. I’m undecided as to whether I’ll put him in this fanfic, because I starting writing it before he left and now I’m unsure of how to proceed. I think I’ll keep him in the fanfic though cause honestly ot7.

I wanted to make a character list for comparative reasons, as I did base a few of the characters off of Paradise Kiss. The members all keep their own names in the fic, except Minhyuk. When Minhyuk’s in drag, he’s known as Isabella.

Characters:

Lee Jooheon as George

Lead Designer and Art Director

He/Him/His Pronouns

In a relationship with Minhyuk (and OC soon enough)

King of seduction, leader of the coven

Lee Minhyuk as Isabella

Lead Designer, Fabric Consultant, Tailor

She/Her/Hers Pronouns as Isabella, He/Him/His Pronouns otherwise

In a relationship with Jooheon (and soon to be OC)

Head of Intelligence

Im Changkyun as Arashi

Modeling Agent, Marketing, Accessories

He/Him/His Pronouns

In a relationship with Hyungwon

Interrogator

Chae Hyungwon as Miwako

Model, Shoe Designer

He/Him/His Pronouns

In a relationship with Changkyun

Trained Assassin

Yoo Kihyun

Hair stylist

He/Him/His Pronouns

In a casual relationship with Hyunwoo

Negotiator

Son Hyunwoo

Model, Makeup stylist

He/Him/His Pronouns

In a casual relationship with Kihyun

Healer

Lee Hoseok

Formal model, Fashion Buyer

He/Him/His Pronouns

Single King, Doesn’t mind fucking around though

Bodyguard and Pacifist

Chrystina Davis (OC)

Hired Model for the Paradise Kiss Fashion Team

She/Her/Hers Pronouns

Single (for the moment)

There’s no visual for her, just because I would rather you visualize her on your own. I would like to specify that I intended for her character to be black, so I’m writing with that in mind. I also emphasized her body size being larger than normal because she’s modeling for a fashion show, and unfortunately the fashion industry isn’t the most body positive environment.

Chapter 1

#character list #don't smile at me #don't smile at me fanfic #dont smile at me #monsta x #monsta x fanfic #fanfic #kpop fanfic #monsta x kpop #lee jooheon #lee minhyuk #im changkyun #chae hyungwon #yoo kihyun #son hyunwoo #lee hoseok

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fuckallthegood0nesweretaken · 5 years

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Things I write for!

Alright! So here is the list of things I write for. Keep in mind that I will write smut and sexual themes, but If I don’t think it fits or if there is something that makes me uncomfortable, I won’t write it. I will write AU’s, romantic and platonic. I do not write characterxcharacter or any OC’s. I will write for female, male and nb readers, just let me know in your request.

I have also added a list of AU’s and tropes I like to write but if you have one in mind that isn’t on here, don’t be afraid to include it! The characters in bold are ones that I especially love to write for.

ANIME:

Assassination Classroom- I’ll write for Asuno, Okano, Maehara, Itona, Kaede, Karma, Hazama, Mimura, Takebayashi, Justice, Kataoka, Nagisa, Hayami, Nakamura, Terasuka. Sugaya, Okajima, Yoshida, Muramatsu, Sugino, Kanzaki, Isogai, Fuwa, Kurro-Sensei, Irina, and Karasuma. Romantic, platonic, student/teacher/assassin reader is fine.

Attack on Titan- I’ll write for Armin, Eren, Hanji, Jean, Levi, Marco, and Mikasa. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

Fairy Tail- I’ll write for Cana, Elfman, Erza, Gajeel, Gray, Jellal, Juvia, Laxus, Loke/Leo, Levy, Lucy, Mirajane, Mystogan, Natsu, and Wendy(PLATONIC ONLY). I’ve read the entire manga so anything goes.

Free!- Just the main peeps; Makoto, Nagisa, Rei, Haru, Rin, and Souske. I haven’t watched any of it in a long time and I really don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Haikyuu!!- Everyone in Karasuno; everyone in Nekoma; Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani from Aoba johsai; Bokuto, Akaashi from Fukurodani; Ushijima, Tendo from Shiratorizawa. I have not seen season three and four so no spoilers please!

Hetalia- I’m not super into this anime anymore, but I’ll still write for it. I’ll write for anyone and I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

K-Project/K- I’ll write for anyone. I’ve also seen the whole thing so anything goes.

Kuroko no Basket- I will only write for the generation of Miracles. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Log Horizon- I will write for anyone. I have only seen season one so no spoilers please!

Magi- I will write for Alibaba, Morgiana, and Sinbad. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

My Hero Academia- I will write for Bakugou, Hagukure, Iida, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Mina, Momo, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shoji, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Uraraka; Kendo, Monoma, Tetsutetsu; Shinso; Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki; All Might/Small Might, Eraserhead, Fat Gum, Hawks, Kamui Woods, Present Mic; Dabi, Shiguraki, Toga. I haven’t read anything past Hawks being introduced, so no spoilers past that point in the manga. Other than that, anything goes.

Naruto- I’ll write for Asuma, Choji, Deidara, Gaara, Hidan, Hinata, Itachi, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kakuzu, Kankuro, Kiba, Kisame, Kurenai, Lee, Minato, Naruto, Neji, Obito/Tobi, Sakura, Sasori, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino, Temari, Tenten, Tsunade, Zabuza. . I haven’t seen/read all of it but don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Sailor Moon- I’ll write for Sailor’s Moon, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Tuxedo Mask and their normal counterparts.. I’ve seen all of it, but a long time ago. I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Seven Deadly Sins- I’ll write for Ban, Diane, Escanor, King/Harlequin, Meliodas, Merlin; Arthur, Elizabeth, Gilthunder, Howzer. . I’ve seen what they have of the anime on Netflix and the movie. No spoilers from the manga, but everything goes other than that.

BOOKS:

Harry Potter- I will write for Cedric, Dean, Draco, Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron, Seamus; James, Lily, Remus, Sirius; Newt, Queenie. I’ve read and seen everything so anything goes.

Lord of the Rings- I’ll write for Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Narnia- I’ll write for Caspian, Edmund, Eustace, Lucy, Peter, Susan. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Percy Jackson- I’ll write for Annabeth, Bianca, Clarisse, Leo, Luke, Nico, Percy, Piper, Thalia; Frank, Hazel, Jason, Reyna. I’ve read all the books up to Magnus Chase. I don’t mind spoilers and will write for anyone so anything goes.

The Hobbit- I’ll write for Bard, Bilbo, Bofur, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Legolas, Tauriel, Thorin. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

K-POP:

BTS- Hoseok/J-Hope, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon/RM, Seokjin/Jin, Taehyung/V, Yoongi/Suga

KARD- Jiwoo, Taehyung/J-Seph, Matt/BM, Somin

MonstaX- Changkyun/I.M, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Kihyun, Minhyuk, Shownu, Wonho

GOT7- Bambam, Jackson, Jaebum, Jinyoung, Mark, Youngjae, Yugyeom

TWICE- Chaeyoung, Dahyun, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Momo, Nayeon, Sana, Tzuyu

BlackPink- Chaeyoung/Rose, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa

Mamamoo- Hwasa, Moonbyul, Solar, Wheein

MOVIES:

Big Hero 6- I will write for Fred, Go-Go, Hiro, Honey Lemon, Tadashi, Wasabi

How to Train Your Dragon- I will write for Hiccup, Astrid, and Eret.

Hunger Games- I will write for Katniss, Gale, Peeta, Joanna, and Finnick.

Jumanji- I have seen both 1&2. I am doing a rewrite of the first movie (and the second later on) but will write for any of the characters.

The Meg- I will write for Jax, Jack Morris, DJ, and Jonas Taylor. I’ve seen the movie so anything goes.

Pirates of the Caribbean- I will write for Jack, Elizabeth, James, and Will. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

The Purge- I’ve seen all of the movies, but not the TV show. I’ll most likely use this as an AU but I do have a rewrite of Election Year and Anarchy in my WIP’s

Star Wars- I will write for Anakin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Finn, Han Solo, Hux, Leia, Luke, Obi-Wan, Padme, Poe, Rey

DC:

Flash- I haven’t seen past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so I’ll write for all the characters and anything goes.

Justice League- I’ll write for all of the heroes. I haven’t seen a lot of the cartoon shows, but I’ve seen the live action movies and Young Justice (Season 1&2 ONLY). Anything goes.

Suicide Squad- I will write for Boomer, Deadshot, Diablo, Harley Quinn, Katana

Young Justice- I will write for Aqualad/Kaldur, Artemis/Tigress, Beast Boy/Garfield, Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes, Impulse/Bart Allen, Kid Flash/Wally, Miss Martian/Megan, Nightwing-Robin/Dick, Robin/Tim, Red Arrow/Roy Harper, Superboy/Connor, Wonder Girl/Cassie, Zatanna Zatara. I haven’t seen season three, so please no spoilers!!

MARVEL:

AntMan- I will write for Hope, Luis, Scott

Avengers- I will write for Bruce, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Steve, Thor, Tony, Wanda

Black Panther- I will write for Erik, Everett Ross, M’Baku, Nakia, Okoye, Shuri, T’Challa

Dr. Strange- I will write for Steven Strange

Guardians- I will write for Gamora, Nebula, Peter, Yondu

X-Men- I will write for Bobby/Iceman, Hank(old and young), Jean(old and young), Kitty Pryde, Logan/Old Man Logan, Marie/Rogue, Ororo Munroe(old and young), Remy LeBeau, Scott(old and young), Victor Creed; Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Jubilee, Kurt, Peter Maximoff, Raven(young only)

TV SHOWS:

Avatar the Last Airbender- I’ll write for Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Zuko, Azula, Mei, and Ty Lee. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

Dr. Who- I have seen everything up to the 12th Doctor. No spoilers for 12&13 please! Other than that, anything goes.

Game of Thrones- I will write for the Starks(Arya, Brandon, Jon, Robb, Sansa), Tormund, Sandor, the Lannisters(Jaime, Tyrion), Daenerys, Brienne, Gendry, Podrick, Bronn, Oberyn, Sam, Theon, and Yara. I have seen the entire series and anything goes.

Legend of Korra- I’ll write for Korra, Mako, Bolin, and Asami. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers. Anything goes.

The Mandalorian- I’ll write for Cara, Mando, and Paz. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

Sherlock- I will write for Sherlock, John, and Greg. I haven’t seen past season three episode two so no spoilers please! Other than that, anything goes.

Supernatural- I will write for Sam, Dean, Cas, and John. I haven’t seen past season 6 but don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes!

The Walking Dead- I’ll write for anybody. I’m only at the beginning of season nine, so anything past that please don’t spoil it!

Video Games:

Assassins Creed- I’ll write for Altair, Ezio, and Connor. I’ve played some of the games and don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild- I have beaten the game and will write for Link and Zelda.

AU’S:

Adventurers

Assassin

Athlete

College

Coffee Shop

Mafia

Magic

Modern

Musician

Pet Shop

Royalty

Soulmate- Colorblind, tattoo(name of soulmate/first words spoken, etc.), watch countdown, whatever you write on yourself ends up on them.

Spy

Supernatural

Superpower

Tattoo Artist

Tropes:

Human from our world dropped into their world and vice versa

Only one bed

Roommates

#things i write #requests #read before requesting

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monstaxsthetics · 5 years

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Ch. 3

Genre: Angst/Romance/Action

Warnings: Harsh Language/Violence

Characters: Wonho/Lee Hoseok x OC x Monsta X

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: Nara and Hoseok split ways six years ago. She was not a top trauma nurse who couldn’t be happier with her life and Hoseok was head of her father’s security detail. When her father is kidnapped and her life is put in danger, Hoseok and Nara are reunited. What will come of the reunion and will they find her father before it’s too late?

A/N: A good majority of this chapter takes place in flashbacks and multiple POVs. I hope it’s not too confusing. Enjoy!

Ch.1 Ch. 2

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[6 Years Ago]

“H-hoseok please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!”

The ground felt like it was cracking beneath Nara’s feet, the earth ready to swallow her whole with each word he said.

“It’s over, Nara.”

“Then look me in the eyes when you say it, you coward!”

She stared him down, willing her bottom lip to stop quivering and dared him to repeat himself.

He steeled himself as he looked at her, shoulders squared. He couldn’t back down now. This was the only way. His two months was up and this had to end. Hoseok already loathed himself, so this would just be another item to add to the list of reasons why.

“Nara-yah, let’s end this here, hm?”

“No, let’s not. Not without an explanation. You owe me that much, Hoseok.”

The knots in Nara’s stomach twisted and turned to the point she felt faint. She faltered, reaching out to the nearby railing to steady herself.

Hoseok reached out to catch her if she were to fall but stopped himself, knowing that if he touched her now, there was no way he could finish what needed to be done.

“I owe you everything, Nara”

“Pfft, then why? Why are you doing this to me? To us? Hoseok, this doesn’t make sense.”

“I’m not right for you, I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them. I can’t be the person that you deserve and I never will be. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

“That’s utter bullshit, Hoseok, and you know it!”

“P-Please Nara-yah”

To Nara, Hoseok’s voice cracking was a sign that he didn’t want to do this. That there was some other reason he was trying to leave her and she was damn determined to find out.

She took his moment of uncertainty and used it to walk up to him until they were mere inches apart. Cupping his face in one hand, she lay the other on his chest over his heart.

Hoseok’s breath hitched and caught in his throat. The urge to lean his head into her hand like he had done so many times before was too strong and for a moment he let his façade fall.

“Hoseok, I know this isn’t what you want. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

He let himself relish in the feel of her hands on him a few seconds longer before regaining his resolve, realizing he was an idiot to think she would let go this easily. Nara wasn’t dumb and she had always been a fighter. She wasn’t going to just let him end it this way.

“Dammit just tell me why you’re doing this! I love you, Hoseok.”

And there it was. The very words he needed to hear in order to end this once and for all. It would gut him to his core, but he would deal with that later. For now, he had to get this done and over with. He could punish himself and wallow in self-pity afterward.

“But I don’t love you, Nara. I’m sorry.”

It was barely a whisper. He couldn’t muster much more with the enormity of the lie he just told weighing on him.

Nara’s hands dropped, as she stumbled back, disbelief clouding her mind. Tears welling in her eyes as she continued to step back and away from the man she had spent the past two years loving.

“I-I’m so sorry, Nara - -”

“I never want to see you again.”

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She would hate him for walking away like this, but it was what was best for her. His life - the life that Hyunwoo and even her father lived, wasn’t meant for her. She deserved more, infinitely more.

Hoseok has been through hell in his life, but up to that point nothing had been harder than looking into her eyes and breaking her heart. When Hwang Ji had brought him into the family, he never imagined that he’d meet and fall in love with someone like Nara.

He was completely taken with her from the moment they met. He knew from the beginning that it could never work between them, and for the first few months, he resisted temptation and remained strong. But there was just something about Nara that pulled him in, almost against his will, and refused to let go.

She was bubbly and energetic, smart as hell, witty, raised in wealth and luxury, but the most down to earth person he’d ever met. She loved people fiercely and was loyal to a fault. He eventually gave in to his feelings for her and for the past two years he had known more happiness being by her side than he had ever felt.

That was until three weeks ago when he overheard her talking with her father about being accepted into one of the top trauma nursing programs in the country. An acceptance she planned to decline. When her father asked her why, she simply stated that she would be just as happy training at a local hospital as opposed to half way across the country at Ansan.

Hoseok knew this was crap. Nara had talked about the possibility of training at Ansan since they first met. He knew she was only staying for him. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let her sacrifice her future, her dreams, her happiness for him. Nara was the most kind, caring, selfless, and compassionate and person he knew. She was going to make an outstanding nurse and she deserved the best training their country had to offer.

He knew that she wouldn’t leave of her own accord, not while they were still together. So it was then that Hoseok decided to end things.

He knew it would be the hardest thing he would ever do, but even he couldn’t have foreseen how it would tear him to shreds, leaving him unable to sleep for months, and feeling like he could never catch a breath. But even then it didn’t matter, because he would do anything for her. Nara deserved more than someone like him and the danger that his lifestyle could put her in.

That’s how he found himself in the situation he was in now, trying to keep himself together as he looked into the eyes of the only woman he had ever loved and denied that exact fact.

“But I don’t love you, Nara. I’m sorry.”

He thought he would collapse as he watched her face fall, hit with the weight of his words. And when she told him she never wanted to see him again, his knees almost hit the hardwood and tears threatened to break the threshold they were maintaining at his lash line. He expected this type of reaction from her, but none of his mental preparation had been enough he heard her say the words aloud.

Nara accepted the offer at Ansan and left a few days later and Hoseok spent the next few weeks in a drunken stupor. Even Hyunwoo, his best friend, couldn’t lift his spirits. Instead it was Hwang Ji who delivered Hoseok words in which he could find solace. Hoseok expected his boss and mentor to be furious with him. Nara was his beloved daughter after all, but instead Hwang Ji offered Hoseok wisdom and understanding.

One evening over a bottle of soju, Hoseok confided in him the reason he left Nara the way he did. Hwang Ji said he understood and offered words that would help Hoseok find a way to live with the guilt and heartbreak - even if it couldn’t make it go away.

“Hoseok-ah, the best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, and the capacity for sacrifice.”

Hwang Ji’s voice had a gravel-like undertone. It boomed in his chest and around the room even when he was speaking in hushed tones. It was warm, reassuring, and calming as he placed a caring hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, squeezing ever so lightly.

“And you my son, are one of the best people I know. I could never be angry with you for the sacrifice you made for my Nara.”

That meant more to Hoseok than he could ever express, since to him, Hwang Ji was the best man Hoseok had met in his 22 years. Sure, he was a mafioso like so many others in the area, but so was Hoseok, and Hyunwoo. But Hwang Ji was different than most.

Hwang Ji was a mob boss with a different code. He had more morals than most others in their line of work. He didn’t deal in drugs or prostitution, he didn’t own a chain of strip clubs or seedy nightclubs with nefarious dealings in VIP rooms. His empire was built on a handful of casinos which housed illegal betting houses and underground fight clubs. He also dealt in illegal trade of art to bidders of great wealth and public standing.

For this reason the other mob bosses despised him. They hated that he was so successful without having to stoop to their levels. They felt he thought he was better than them. This made Hwang Ji the recipient of a growing number of threats and attempts on his life which lead to Hwang Ji forming a special security team to ensure extra protection for him and Nara.

Hoseok and Hwang Ji met one night when the latter made a rare appearance at one of his fight clubs on the lookout for new members to recruit to his security newly implemented team.

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[8 Years Ago]

Hoseok had been so cold and his head was pounding. He took a chance entering the illegal fight in the hopes that he would win and earn enough cash for a few nights at a crappy motel and some ramen. Somewhere warm and off the streets, at least. Instead he got his ass beat and now he was freezing, starving and in pain.

He needed to find somewhere to sleep and quick before he froze to death. Maybe he could find an empty train car or something. At this point he didn’t much care. He was used to sleeping in all kinds of places, from abandoned buildings, under bridges, to park benches. He’d been doing it since he aged out of the foster care system and was subsequently forced to leave his foster home two years prior.

Just as he spotted a bridge that he figured could provide enough cover from the harsh winds, a large black car pulled up next to where he stood on the sidewalk. He gripped the straps of his backpack tightly, prepared to make a run for it, as one of the heavily tinted windows rolled down revealing an impeccably dressed middle aged man with kind features and salt and pepper hair.

“Hello, my name is Hwang Ji. Do you mind if we speak for a moment?”

“What for?”

“I have a business proposition for you”

Hoseok looked around realizing there was no one else in sight. He swallowed hard realizing he could be killed or kidnapped right now and no one would be around to see.

Hwang Ji could sense his concern. “Look, it’s nothing weird. I saw you fight and you have potential. I have an offer for you, that’s all”

“Now I know you’re lying. I got my ass handed to me back there. Potential? Are you crazy?”

“Sure you lost, but you have skill and I’d like to offer you the chance to cultivate it.” Hwang Ji countered.

Hoseok still wasn’t sure, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and scraping his foot along the concrete, kicking at rocks that weren’t there.

“Look, you look starved. Let me at least buy you something to eat and you can hear me out. What do you say?”

Hwang Ji took Hoseok to a convenience store around the corner where he bought him some ramen, sausages, kimbap, and a soda. It was all Hoseok would allow as he was still weary of the man and also he didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage even though he was more hungry than he cared to admit.

He was surprised to see the elder buy and eat the same items as him. He was sure that someone as well dressed and clearly established as him wouldn’t be caught dead eating such cheap food.

As they ate, Hwang Ji explained who he was and what he did as well as what he had in mind for Hoseok. He wanted to train him to become a member of his special security team. And with this offer came free room and board.

Hoseok almost choked when he heard him explain. It sounded too good to be true. Hwang Ji let out a light hearted laugh, patting Hoseok’s back and passing him his soda.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come stay with me and train for a week? And while you’re there you can get some much needed sleep. At the end of the week you can give me your answer.”

Still skeptical but finding the prospect of hot meals and a bed hard to pass up, Hoseok agreed. The week of training and rest came and went, but Hoseok didn’t. He stayed with Hwang Ji, training, and growing ever closer to the man while he climbed his way to the top of his security team.

Now here he was sitting across from the only father he ever had and not regretting for one minute the choice he made that cold night two years ago.

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[Present Day]

She yawned as she made her way down the stairs, the aroma of strong black coffee calling to her like a siren song. All of the boys were already awake and up to their own antics and the kitchen was like a zoo. No, not a zoo because a zoo had some semblance of order. The animals were separated and contained. No, this, this was the jungle. She didn’t mind though. All the chaos reminded her of her days in the E.R. That and she loved the sense of normalcy it brought to the rather grave reason they had all been brought together in the first place.

Watching the boys - her makeshift family - scramble around in their own little worlds, warmed her heart the same way the coffee she sipped seemed to be warming her cold and stiff body, bringing it back to life.

“Morning, noona.” Kihyun greeted, picking up a plate of food from the stove, turning toward Nara to place it in front of her.

“Changkyun will be back soon. Hopefully he will have some intel for us.”

Changkyun had been putting in charge of “extracting” some information out of a lead they had for the whereabouts of her father.

It had been a few weeks now since her father was first kidnapped. She had resigned herself to the fact that it was highly possible that her father was no longer alive. It wouldn’t stop her from doing everything in her power to find him, whether she brought him home alive, or he she had to lay him to rest next to her mother, she would bring him home.

At the same time, Changkyun, not paying attention, slid through the kitchen in his socks in a mockery of the famous scene from “Risky Business”, coming to a stop at the end of the kitchen island.

“Yah! You scared the shit out of me!” Kihyun shouted at the younger.

“I am frighteningly handsome, aren’t I” Changkyun said, placing his hands up to his face and dramatically fluttering his eyelashes.

Nara did her best to hide the smirk on her face behind her coffee cup as she took another sip.

“Do you ever chill?”

“No, not really.” he shrugged.

Kihyun rolled his eyes. “Sit. Eat.”

“Yes, ma’am, I-I mean mom, I-I mean........no mom sounds about right”

Shaking her head and smirking once again, Nara finally accepted the plate and thanked Kihyun, and plopped down at an empty spot across from Minhyuk and Jooheon. Minhyuk was busy trying to spoon feed Jooheon his breakfast and the latter was engrossed in some game on his phone and growing evermore annoyed with his clingy, yet well-meaning boyfriend.

“Minhyuk please, I can’t think straight when you’re this close.”

“Oh please, Heonie. Thinking straight is the last thing anyone is asking you to do. Speaking of which, did you get my note?”

“You mean the one you left taped to my forehead? Yea, I got it.”

Everyone snickered at this little exchange as Jooheon just rolled his eyes.

“Pft really Minhyuk? Subtle, really subtle.” Hyungwon snorted.

“I am the master of subtlety, okay?”

“Oh please, you’re practically bioluminescent.”

No one could bicker better than Hyungwon and Kihyun which is why they were appropriately dubbed Tom & Jerry. But Minhyuk and Hyungwon were a close second. Hyungwon was always the first one to pick on Minhyuk and the open manner in which he chose to show his love for Jooheon. Part of Nara believed it was due to his own inability to accept his feelings for Changkyun and in turn he took that frustration out on Minhyuk for being so openly in love and happy.

Nara had confronted Hyungwon about his seemingly suppressed feelings a while back but was met with more resistance and denial.

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[2 Weeks Earlier]

“Are you ever going to tell him?”

Nara was sitting next to Hyungwon who was supposed to be watching the movie he picked out but was instead staring intently at a sleeping Changkyun.

Everyone else had either dozed off already or was out for the evening so Nara felt herself asking again when her first attempt was met with silence.

She nudged him, “Hyungwon?”

“Huh? What?” he asked coming out of his own thoughts.

“Are you ever going to tell Changkyun that you love him?”

“Pft, w-what?”

He swallowed nervously not making eye contact with her.

“I…I mean I-I’m I d-don’t. I mean w-what?”

“Its okay, I won’t tell anyone,” she reassured him. “But you should tell him.”

“Hah, yea that’s not going to happen,” he laughed half-heartedly. “And neither is this” he said gesturing between the two of them. “This little heart to heart or whatever just happened between us won’t happen again either. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Oh yes of course. I wouldn’t dare jeopardize your reputation.” Nara quipped sarcastically, standing from her spot on the couch and ruffled Hyungwon’s hair much to his disdain.

“Night, Wonnie.”

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[Present Day]

Back in the present, Minhyuk easily blew off Hyungwon’s snarky remarks and was quickly back to pestering his boyfriend about his note.

“So babe, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“About my noooooooote!”

“No Minhyuk, I don’t want to.”

“Pleeeeeease? It’s just a pasta dinner. I just want to go on a date with you. Please it will be romantic.”

“For the last time Minhyuk, if it was just dinner I wouldn’t care, but I’ve told you over and over again that sharing a piece of spaghetti like two stray dogs isn’t romantic and I won’t do it.”

“You never let me have anything!”

“Why? Why do you want this so bad?”

“Because I’m here, I’m queer, and I want pasta so give it to me!”

A chorus of laughter broke out among the eight of them. One laugh stood out louder and unfamiliar from the rest. They all turned their heads to see Hoseok doubled over the counter and laughing to his heart’s content.

They were all shocked. They couldn’t recall the last time they had seen Hoseok laugh, like genuinely and wholeheartedly laugh. Some weren’t sure they ever had. And here he was laughing unabashedly, tears breaking at the creases of his eyes. The sound and sight was undeniably beautiful and they all soaked it up before breaking into another mess of giggles and smiles along with him.

Hyunwoo circled his arm around Nara as she watched her favorite people laughing and being momentarily carefree. He said he couldn’t remember a time in recent years that he’s heard his best friend laugh that way.

“It’s because of you, you know.”

“He hasn’t laughed like this since you left.”

He squeezed Nara’s shoulder and quietly made his way to the stove for a second helping of the breakfast Kihyun had made them, leaving Nara alone with her thoughts.

Thinking of what Hyunwoo said and seeing the smiling faces of the boys around her, she couldn’t help but think that in that exact moment, despite all the danger, and trials to come, she swore she wouldn’t mind staying this way, in this place, with these boys forever.

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Nara and Hoseok had just finished another grueling training session, and were currently sitting across from each other on the mat, each chugging a bottle of water, breaths beginning to even out. Hoseok was the first to break the silence.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Nara was taken aback. She wasn’t sure where this sudden confession was coming from. She looked into Hoseok’s eyes full of sincerity and fought the urge to waiver from her hurt and just forgive him already.

“So why did you?”

She took another sip from her bottle and averted her eyes from the overwhelming emotion in his.

“It’s complicated. But it was what was best for you.”

She huffed. ‘Not this again’, she thought, standing from her spot.

“Right, this again. If you aren’t going to be honest with me Hoseok, then shove your apologies up your ass!”

Hoseok scrambled to his feet.

“Wait! Nara you don’t understand.”

She had already turned her back and was heading toward the door.

“Of course I don’t understand!” - she turned to him abruptly - “because you never tell me anything, never explain anything.”

“Nara, please.”

“Save it, Hoseok. Unless you’re going to tell me why you ended it all those years ago, the real reason, then just save it.”

His next words were hushed as his head hung low, but not low enough for Nara to miss the tears fall from his eyes.

“It never would have worked. I-i have darkness inside of me. I eventually bring down everyone I love. I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“Please, Hoseok” - she stepped closer to him - “we all have darkness and demons, but maybe if you had given us a chance, our demons could have been friends. I don’t know why you think you have to hide yourself from me.”

“You were going to give up your future for me. I couldn’t let that happen. Saving you from myself was the best thing I knew to do for you. No matter how much it killed me to do it.”

“That would have been my decision, not yours, mine.”

“You should have run from me the moment we met, but you didn’t and I wasn’t strong enough to resist my feelings for you, I’m sorry. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish that I was someone different, someone better, and that we had met some other way. Then maybe it could have worked.”

Nara’s heart broke again, this time for Hoseok. How could he not see how amazing he was. He had a past, yes, but hell who didn’t? He was a good person, the best person she knew other than her father. It shattered her to see the turmoil in his eyes and realize that he only believed the worst about himself. All she wanted was to show him exactly how she saw him.

“For fucks sake, Hoseok stop talking about yourself like that. It’s not true.”

“What difference does it make? It is what it is and I’m not telling you any of this to make you care about me, but - -”

“But I do care. I fucking love you, Hoseok. Every part of me loves you, can’t you see that?”

He stumbled.

“Y-you still love me?”

He had never expected to hear those words from her again. He couldn’t believe it. After everything he had done to her, she still loved him?

“Of course I do.”

She closed the distance between them. She pressed a hand to his cheek mirroring the night they broke up and Hoseok instinctively leaned into her touch like not a day had passed.

“I never stopped.”

It wasn’t clear who made the first move, but in an instant, their lips were sealed to each others in a frantic kiss. The conversation wasn’t over, but at the moment neither of them could find the right words to express the rush of emotion surging through them, and instead they let their bodies speak for them.

They communicated through kisses and flushed skin, tight embraces, and passionate sighs. There would be time to talk about everything again after, but right now they both needed this, needed the wordless conversation happening between their bodies and the sweet release of years worth of unspoken feelings and pain.

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Chapter Two

August 16th, 2019 Starship Entertainment Seoul, South Korea

A soft knock interrupted the stagnant quiet of my office. Despite its relatively quiet manner it still slightly jolted me from my seat. “Come in,” I called out, doing a quick once over to make sure that the collar of my shirt was fully buttoned, and the sleeves weren’t riding up in a way that would expose the fading colors that painted my skin. I held in a disappointed sigh as the door opened, forcing my stoic façade to fall into place.

In the threshold stood someone who looked extremely familiar, yet I couldn’t wholly place him. He strolled into my office with an aura of superiority. Walking in like he owned the building, the handsome guy held his head up with a small smirk as he sat down in a chair on the opposite side of my desk. The room was suddenly full of him, permeating every corner of it with borderline arrogance and the tangible feeling of luxury. Everything about him screamed pretentious and expensive, something that I have grown used to in both my marriage and professional life.

He instantly reminded me of my husband’s rich CEO friends, and it took everything inside me not to roll my eyes as he relaxed in my chair.

“Can I help you?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at both his suffocating attitude and his sudden intrusion without an explanation. He leaned back, as if making himself at home, and looked me up and down in appraisal. I caught the tick immediately, shooting him a glare when his eyes left my chest and met mine.

“I was wondering,” he lazily said, as if his voice was dipped in honey, “if my contract had anything in it about what I can and cannot do with my hair?”

The moment he mentioned his contract I realized who he was. I recognized him from the dance practice that I interrupted, passings in the halls, and his simple idol status. I had been working for Starship for a little over a year and until yesterday I never had an idol in my office, and within a span of 24 hours, I had two sitting in the chairs across from me.

While Hoseok was timid and gave me an impression of humility, Chae Hyungwon sat across from me and gave me an impression of vanity. It was an interesting dichotomy, especially considering their public personas and bandmate status.

“Let me pull up your contract Mr. Chae,” I said casually as I grabbed my tablet. I didn’t want to blatantly show that I thought he had a vaguely irritating presence, needing to maintain a sense of decorum.

“Please call me Hyungwon.” He smiled at me and peering over the edge of my iPad I could see that it was meant to charm my pants off. However, all I saw was a smile that screamed danger. I tore my eyes away from his annoyingly handsome face and clicked away on the pad in silence, looking for the clause in question.

Finding it, I maximized the document and slid it across the desk to him. “Alright Mr. Chae,” his smile fell a little bit when I didn’t call him by his first name and I took that as a personal win, “it says here that while you do have to consult the head of your styling team and Hongsik, you do have free reign on what you’d like to do for each comeback.”

He took the iPad, finally dropping the charming smile to look at it and giving me a chance to let go of a breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding in. I watched him as he read over the words, taking him in from head to toe for the first time. From his curly black hair down to his jean-clad legs, I could see why the masses of Monbebes fell to their knees for him. He was gorgeous I begrudgingly admitted, and I hated myself the moment the thought formed in my head.

“So,” he drolled, placing the pad back on my desk, “As long as I don’t shave all my hair off I’ll be okay?”

“I assume so yes. Is there anything else I can help you with Mr. Chae?” My tone was dismissive, and I wanted his oddly suffocating presence out of my office.

He just smiled at me and gave me a slight nod before getting out of the chair. He paused in the doorway, turning to look at me with a smirk. “Thank you, Mrs. Hamlin. If I need any more legal advice I will let you know.” And with that, he turned and walked away before I could even form a coherent thought in my mind.

I stared at the doorway for a couple minutes, still not fully processing what had just happened. I was frozen in shock as the gears in my mind refused to turn. It took the shrill tone of my office phone to wake me up from my trance. Jumping almost a foot in the air I scrambled to grab the receiver, thrusting myself quickly back into the swing of my work.

I looked at contracts for new dancers for a couple more hours, scratching and revising them with trained eyes and a steady red pen. Between the contracts, I had lunch with Seyoung, got yelled at by Mr. Park once more, and emailed Hongsik back and forth in regard to Hoseok’s dating provisos. It was a relatively typical day, punctuated once more by my constant switch between my heels and flats. The monotony was welcomed, and I felt that familiar sense of dread when the day began to wind down.

I was in the midst of revising my final contract when my phone dinged. I didn’t think much of it when I reached to pick it up until I saw that the message was from an unknown number.

I was about to ask who it was when another message popped up from the unknown number.

Once again it clicked in my mind. I was confused as to how he got my phone number, so I sent him a quick response. I sent a silent prayer in the hopes that I wasn’t right in my assumption, but it seemed like some malevolent source was looking over me lately.

I fell back into my chair with an audible groan. It was clear that my luck lately was going down the tubes. Seyoung poked his head around the corner at the noise, further pushing me into a pit of generalized annoyance. “You okay boss?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” I said tossing my phone on my desk and raking a hand through my hair. I was in desperate need of a break, a drink, or even just a small bubble bath. I don’t know why I was so stressed out just from my simple conversation with Hyungwon, but it was just adding to my ever-growing pile. “Hey, so Damien is going to be out of town tomorrow. Would you like to go to that restaurant you suggested? I’ve been thinking about it almost all day.” I tried to plaster on a genuine smile as I asked my assistant out to dinner, but I felt like it only came out as a grimace.

“Sure! Would you like me to call and make reservations? Does 7 work?”

I just gave him a nod and watched him go around the corner. I heard him pick up the phone and call the restaurant with his usual cheery tone. Another ping came from my discarded cell phone and I was contemplating turning the whole thing off so as to avoid any kind of contact with Hyungwon. Him texting me was unprofessional, and I was pretty sure I could get in trouble with casual contact with them. On the other hand, however, I was part of their legal team so a conversation with the idols was nearly impossible to avoid. I’ve been able to do so for the last year, so it was only a matter of time.

Plus, his question was seemingly innocent, so I figured that texting him whilst also keeping up decorum wouldn’t be the end of the world. I picked up my phone and saw a second text from the source of an oncoming migraine.

I rolled my eyes at his insistence. He was consistent I could give him that, but there was no way in hell I was calling him anything other than what propriety calls for. Deflecting, I sent him a quick answer to his original question. I couldn’t think of anything else that would put a quick death to this situation. Typing away, I sent him my opinion before placing my phone on airplane mode. But before I could tap on the little symbol, I got another text from him that signaled an uneasy end to the conversation.

My finger hovered over the little symbol as I looked at the eerily daunting face of the yellow emoji. I wasn’t sure why it made my stomach drop, but it did nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I tapped the symbol and put my phone in my purse, lapsing into silence for the last half hour of work.

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August 17th, 2019 Grand Kitchen Restaurant Seoul, South Korea

Whenever I put on a pair of heels I always made sure to send a curse towards the inventor of the damned things. I always hoped that they were rotting in hell for inventing the torturous devices. However, a little black dress and a pair of pumps always made me feel amazing despite my hatred for the latter. Feeling like a goddess always seemed to resonate the moment I stepped out of the house and into the waiting car. Lipstick and eyeliner in check, everything from the spritz of perfume to the expensive clutch was carefully coordinated. The goal was to turn heads, have a good dinner, and breathe during my weekend respite from work and my marriage.

It also helped to know that for one evening, I wasn’t going to have to put on the perfect wife charade.

Walking into the restaurant with Seyoung definitely helped to boost my confidence, especially when some patrons and even the snooty looking hostess had to do a double-take. Seyoung was arguably one of the most attractive and kind men I had ever been in the company of and being on his arm made my confidence soar. Thankfully his boyfriend let me steal him for the night.

With our heads tilted high, we were shown to our table in a more secluded part of the restaurant. I felt so lighthearted and happy for the first time in almost a week, relishing in the great company of my friend. I let Seyoung take the reins and order us drinks and appetizers while I caroused the menu.

Everything was going amazingly, from the delicious drinks to the savory abet tiny proportions. “I have a feeling we are going to want to get pizza after this,” I laughed over my second old fashioned of the night.

“I’m contemplating ordering another dish,” he said as he downed his drink in one gulp, a rosy flush coming to his cheeks.

“If I’m paying then by all means darling,” I told him with a wink as I raised my glass and killed it. I purposely purred out the term of endearment, putting a French-twist on it that sent us both into a fit of giggles.

The smile on Seyoung’s face was bright, but within a second it dropped like someone poured a bucket of water over his head. It was instantaneous and it caught my attention immediately as he honed in on something behind me. “Are you okay,” I asked, pausing my hailing of a waiter to take in the look of pure horror on his face.

“Please don’t look now Lux, but we have a slight problem.” The colors that previously tinted his cheeks were gone, and the nervous glint in his eyes had my mind running at a million miles a minute. Of course, my one night of freedom would come with some caveat.

“Seyoung what is wrong?”

“Uhm,” he quickly looked down at his plate and began to fiddle with his forks, putting on an unnatural look of indifference. He almost looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I think that is Hyungwon behind you.”

The moment he said that name my stomach dropped out of my body and onto the floor. I looked up at the ceiling with a pained sigh, wondering if it was just my luck or if someone was out to get me. Every rational part of my mind was telling me to not turn around and look at him. They were screaming at me to continue eating and ordering drinks until I forgot that Seyoung saw him.

However, the alcohol in my system muffled all the rational voices. The sweet amber liquid told me to turn around and look at his painfully handsome face. It was saccharine and almost bitter, but it held a strong grip on all my reflexes and emotions. In the end, the whiskey won out, and I begrudgingly turned to look behind me. The second my eyes locked on his curly dark hair I regretted every choice I had made thus far—from choosing this restaurant, to even the dress I was wearing—everything was soaked in instant regret.

He was sitting at another two-top with a woman who couldn’t have been anything less than a model. She looked like a fairy under the dim glow of the restaurant lights, her gold dress sparkling against her pale skin and red-painted lips. He was dapper in a fully black ensemble that added to his natural good looks. From his midnight button-up and blazer all the way down to his expensive loafers, Hyungwon was ethereal and dark. She looked like an angel while he looked like the devil incarnate.

“Shit,” I murmured turning back to Seyoung with a pained look on my face. “We cannot have another dating scandal on our hands.”

“What are we going to do?” he asked me with wide eyes, gripping his fork with white knuckles. Running a hand over my face, I looked around the restaurant as I formed a plan in my head. Pieces were being clicked in, held together by whiskey-flavored glue and bad ideas.

Sitting up straight, I took a sip of water and fixed my hair as I plastered on my signature stoic face. “Stay here,” I told Seyoung. He began to protest, but before he could get anything out I was already pushing out my chair and fixing my dress. I turned on my heel and began to make my way over to the corner of the room that held the unholy date. Adding a little pep to my step, I held my head high as I approached Hyungwon’s table.

His date noticed me before I did, giving me a curious once over before seemingly deciding that I was unwanted company and scowling at my impending intrusion. I came to stand in front of his table, arms crossed over my chest with my head cocked in question. Hyungwon noticed me when I fully approached, his knee-jerking smirk taking over as he stared directly into my blazing eyes.

“Do you think this is a good idea, Mr. Chae?” I asked bluntly, slightly tapping my foot against the ground.

“I don’t know what you mean Mrs. Hamlin,” he said as he leaned forward mockingly as he held his head up with his hand.

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced at his model-like date who was still giving me a nasty look. “I mean, do you really think it is wise to be on a date in a public place? I am already dealing with Hoseok’s potential scandal at the moment, and if memory serves, we had to deal with yours three years ago?” I gave him an unkind look at the final jab, pulling from his history to add the final knife into his current situation.

But rather than look irritated at having his past scandal brought up, Hyungwon bloomed at the mention. He gave me a dazzling smile that was almost blinding in the moody restaurant lights. He leaned back and chuckled, causing my already hazy mind to practically short circuit at how good he looked. I was stunned at his carefree reaction—almost stumbling backward in shock—but I was able to hold it slightly together.

“It’s fine noona,” he purred and once again I was at a loss for words, “I haven’t been caught yet. Besides both, Hyunwoo and Hongsik know I am here.” He ended his excuse with a wink, and my surprise melted away. In its place was pure fire and anger at his brazen attitude. I was disrespected enough at work by my superiors, and I was not about to let some flashy idol get the last word in.

“Wink at me one more time Mr. Chae and I will be filing a report against you with Mr. Park,” I growled the threat lowly, barely getting the words out through my clenched jaw. His proud look didn’t disappear completely, but it fell hard nonetheless which added to my currently skyrocketing confidence. “Furthermore, I am not your manager nor your handler Mr. Chae, but be warned that if I have to deal with another dating scandal, I will make your life a living hell. Are we clear?”

His smile was no longer dazzling, but it was still curved against his plush lips. He no longer looked cocky, but there was still a gleam behind his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. He seemed to take the threat well, at least as well as my now-sobering mind could comprehend. Hyungwon’s dark eyes locked in on mine and I felt my stomach lurch at the intensity within them. It was only for a second because the moment he opened his mouth the whole thing shattered.

“Crystal clear Mrs. Hamlin.”

A/N: Here is Chapter One! I’m hoping to get these out every Sunday night. I also tried something different with the messages in the story, so let know if you like the formatting or if I should try something different! Also I don't know if I made it clear but Lux does speak Korean. The entirely of this fic takes place with the general idea that they are speaking Korean unless stated otherwise! Gif is mine.

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The pitter patter of little feet fills the air as Selena runs away from Changkyun and Jooheon. Looking around she giggles and runs through the living room. Heading right for the stairs, Selena stretches with all her might to climb up the first step. With one step down, Selena smiles only ten more steps to go. At the top of the steps, Selena glances down and smiles in triumph. She had tried many times to climb the steps, but someone was always there to stop her.

Giggling, Selena stands up and wobbles slightly before she takes off running to the only room, she wants to be in. Down the hall, Wonho lays in bed staring up at the cycling. A year has passed since he lost the only woman who loved him for who he really was. A full year has gone by, and Wonho is reminded of his loss every day, but it doesn't hurt as much as it uses too.

A thud comes from outside of Wonho’s door and he smiles. Closing his eyes, Wonho throws his arm over his face and pretends to sleep. The bedroom door opens soon after and Wonho can hear the sound of Selena's frantic little heart beating. Selena walks to the side of Wonho’s bed and uses the stepping stool as well as the sheets to pull herself onto the bed.

Crawling next to Wonho, Selena stares at his sleeping form and giggles. She reaches out and slaps Wonho’s arm as she babbles on trying to wake him up. “Ap!” she shouts and slaps Wonho’s arm again. Wonho snores loudly making Selena jump away from him. She stares at him with wide eyes and frowns, “Ap!” she wines and crawls onto Wonho’s stomach.

Sitting perched on top of Wonho’s stomach, Selena stares down at him. “Da!” She slaps Wonho’s chest and Wonho lets out a roar making Selena scream before he flips over and starts tickling her side. Selena screams in laughter, her squeals of delight filling the whole house, letting everyone know that Wonho is up. Laughing Wonho stops tickling Selena's sides and kisses her cheek. Rolling onto his side, he holds his head up with his hand and he watches Selena as she rolls over to her stomach still laughing. Her large brown eyes peek up at Wonho through her thick eyelashes and she smiles showing her sixteen teeth. Wonho laughs and ruffles her hair, “Come on kiddo let’s see what everyone is doing,” Wonho says and picks Selena up into his arms as he gets out of bed.

Grabbing a pair of sweats, Wonho easily puts them on with one hand before he leaves his bedroom. Selena wraps her arms around Wonho’s neck and rest her head against his shoulder. He holds her close and walks down the steps heading right for the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen Wonho narrows his eyes at everyone before he sets Selena in her highchair. “Who was watching her?” Wonho asks without looking at anyone as he goes about putting a handful of Honey Nut Cheerios on Selena's tray.

Jooheon and Changkyun both raise their hands and Wonho turns his attention on them. “Why was she on the steps by herself?” He questions trying his best to control his anger. The two youngest both look at each other but say nothing. “She could have fallen or worse,” Wonho states and Jooheon bites his lip while Changkyun looks down at the floor ashamed.

“Selena is fine Won,” Shownu says and Wonho scarfs.

“No thanks to them,” Wonho hisses and Selena looks up from her Cheerios. Her bottom lip starts to quiver and before she can start crying, Hyungwon has her in his arms. Kihyun rests his hand on Wonho’s shoulder and motions towards the back door.

“Come on let’s go for a walk...you're upsetting the baby,” Kihyun suggests and Wonho nods his head. It's supposed to be a happy day today, after all it is Selena's first birthday, but it's painful for Wonho as well. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really...” Wonho mutters and Kihyun nods his head with a sigh.

“You should go see her today...maybe take the baby with you.”

“I saw her last night.” Kihyun looks at Wonho surprised hearing that. “I told her that I had my doubts, and I don't think I should be the one raising Selena.”

“Do you still feel that way?” Kihyun asks.

“I woke up feeling that way, but...”

“What changed your mind?” Kihyun already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Wonho say it out loud.

“The way her face lights up when she sees me...no one other than Tosha has ever looked at me like that,” Wonho admits. “Selena needs me, and I need her too...I know we're going to have our ups and downs, but I'm ready for them...well as ready as I'll ever be,” Wonho laughs a little and Kihyun smiles.

“Let me ask you a question, hyung? Do you know what it is to be a dad?” Kihyun asks and Wonho shakes his head.

“I have no idea,” Wonho says hopelessly and Kihyun pats his back.

“Dads are the most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventures, story-tellers, and singers of song. I know you don't believe it, but they are the best kind of hero. In that little girl's eyes, you can do no wrong.” Kihyun smiles from beside Wonho and continues.

“To be a dad is to love that little girl with every fiber of your being, it means that you'll be her shoulder to cry on when she gets hurts, you'll be the one to make all her fears go away and make the tears stop. Being a dad means you'll be there no matter what you're feeling, whether it be a good or bad day, you'll be there...can you do all that Hoseokie hyung?” Wonho bites his lip and lets Kihyun’s words sink into his mind.

“Yeah...yeah, I can do that,” Wonho says with a sense of pride and Kihyun smiles.

“Then you have to believe that you're a hero; that you're that over-the-top King that is in those childish movies who is there to offer advice to his princess and sing her stories of hope.” Wonho looks at Kihyun with a raised eyebrow and Kihyun gives him a questioning look. “What?”

Wonho laughs and shakes his head, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a dad once,” Wonho jokes and Kihyun laughs.

“Go and be the hero of your story, hyung. Go make your princess as happy as you can,” Kihyun says and shoves Wonho towards the house. Wonho smiles and hugs Kihyun quickly before he lets go and runs towards the house. Kihyun stands outside and smiles nodding his head. “You'll make a fine dad...a fine dad indeed.”

#best kind of hero #soc wonho #monsta x werewolf au #kpop ambw #wonho x black!oc #daddy!wonho

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Mom’s Boss

Word Count: 9.2k

Caracters: Wonho x OC

Genre: Comedy, romance, smut

Warnings: 18+, public, age gap

I was never into older guys, or guys my horrible mother brought home. Until I saw her handsome boss... and suddenly, my mind was changed.

Growing up as a only child wasn’t a problem for me. It didn’t affect me the way it did a lot of people. I remember some girls nagging how they want a brother or a sister. In my case it wasn’t like that. Not like I didn’t want a little sibling, but that child would only suffer. He would live without parently love just like I did and honestly, I wouldn’t wish that even to my worse enemy.

My parents got divorced when I was only 6 years old. Usually parents fight for the child because they love him. Mine were fighting over me simply to win. Because of the pride I guess.

At that time I didn’t understand what was going on, but once I got older I started to think about how would it be if my father won on the court.

Now when I’m 21 years old things got different. I could go where ever I want, but I didn’t really have any normal possibility. My father got new wife and literally new family. His wife can’t stand me, she has an attack simply hearing my name.

Finding a job and living on my own was also impossible, since I’m still a student. You simply can’t find a job without any experience and even if you do it’s not well paid for living. Like you can’t find an apartment or anything.

That’s why I’m stuck with my mother.

Now, all I Want is to have my own space, to be left alone and of course my mother did as I wanted, in fact, gladly. In other words, she just continued what she did before, ignored my existence.

Sometimes when my fathers wife goes somewhere he would visit me over and for a moment I feel a bit better. After his work we would to make pancakes together and talk about life. But even then, things weren’t as I wished they would be. He never suggested anything, he didn’t want to break his new family. He didn’t want to make his wife mad. The only thing he did and is still doing is sending me a bit money every month, so I could buy myself everything for uni or at least have some money for coffee and so.

I didn’t make any problems, wanting to hurt my mother wasn’t my intention. After all, was that even possible ? Whit what can I hurt her ? Anything I do doesn’t bother her at all.

,, Happy birthday!!’’ My best friend Jiso screamed, jumping on me and pushing the present she bought me, in my hands.It was too early and I honestly didn’t expect that she will give me a present immediately.

,,Open it!’’ she ordered and smiled at me cutely. I nodded my head sleepily and started opening the small packet. It was so well decorated, I felt sad that I had to ruin it.

When I opened it I found my favorite sweets, the book I was looking for a long time, my favorite movies and some marches from my favorite youtuber.

,, Thank you so much’’ I said and hugged her tightly. Maybe for some people that kind of present was cringe, but for me it was perfect. It showed how well she knows me.

,, Wanna go eat some cake after uni ?’’ I asked her, I knew that she will agree, that I didn’t even to ask actually. But you never know.

In the class some people remembered my birthday and some didn’t. I found it cute how my friends made a small prank on me, giving me presents when the lunch break was. But not normal presents. For example, Taehyung gave me toilet paper, Changkyun gave me a pack of noodles, Lisa gave me cheese, Ilhone gave me his picture. I found it nice that they made such a cute plan, I mean, they didn’t forget me. At the end they gave me two games I wanted to buy for my Play Station. Spyro and Crash Team Racing.

Seeing the confused faces of other students when they saw Tae giving me a toilet paper made my day. They were all like what the fuck. Even some professors were giving us that wtf look.

The whole time Jiso was planning something, what could we do, not giving me even a second to resist. If she wasn’t talking, she was writing something n notebook for me to read. So in short, random uni day.

,, First, we can go to starbucks and have a coffee and eat some cake. Then we can go eat some bbq and drink a bit’’ Jiso said placing her arm around my shoulder.

,, Or we can go drink a coffee and go drink tonight.’’ I suggested, having a sudden urge to party and get drunk. Even tho Jisoo and others made my day, I was still upset. Upset because my mother didn’t even bother to send me a message. But I was trying to stay positive, maybe she didn’t forget. Maybe she wanted to graduate me in person or maybe she even had a surprise for me.

,, Well, that can do too. We didn’t go out for a long time’’ she said like she was thinking out loud.

,, Wanna go party or go drink a cocktail ? ‘’ I asked as I took my wallet out of my bag before we got inside the Starbucks. As usual it was full. While I was buying us coffee and cake, Jiso was looking for a place to sit.

When everything was done, I took our food and looked for her. She found a nice and comfortable place to chill. It was in a corner, the perfect corner where you can choke on your cake without people staring at you.

,, I can’t wait to get drunk. I miss the taste of Sex on the beach’’ she said closing her eyes and imagining the fresh taste of the cocktail.

,, Yeah, we can go to peaches. I also miss that perfect banana cocktail. ‘’ I said feeling totally excited for the night ahead of us.

,, What will you wear tonight ?’’ She asked me with full mouth, plus adding some coffee in her mouth.

,, My black skirt and probably my leopard printed shirt, I bought it yesterday. It’s really nice, it shows my shoulders ‘’ I said trying to explain how it looks.

,, Can’t wait to see, it will definitely look amazing on you. You’ll get laid’’ she said with her usual derp face.

,, Well, I just wanna get drunk’’ I said as I winked at her, making her roll her eyes. That was definitely her new habit.

Anyway few days ago I decided to watch out and eat only healthy food, to lose some weight, and here I’m eating the nutella cake like there is no tomorrow. Yeah, which means, Mission impossible 6 just came out, it’s called me on a diet.

It was around 5 PM when we finally decided to go home. The whole day we were simply lazy together gossiping other people we know and judging people we don’t know.

I wasn’t so excited about facing my mother. I had some nice time with Jiso and thinking about dealing with her was running my mood already.

When I got home for a moment I thought how it would be better if she just got somewhere else and forgot that I even exist.

But hey,

When I got in the house, she did surprise me, only that wasn’t a surprise I was hoping for.

She was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and on the arm chair, with a whiskey was sitting a man. He was tall, well built. His black hair was like a perfect contrast with his bright and clean skin.

They both looked at me totally confused. I understand why the man was confused, he didn’t know me, he probably didn’t even know I exist, God knows if she ever mentioned that she has a daughter. But why was she confused ?

,, Oh, hi dear! You are home’’ She said, standing up and placing the glass on the table. I looked at her even more confused and even pissed off. It was irritating, every time when she brings some man home she acts like we are happy family.

,, This is my boss’’ she added fast, while I was pouring some juice in my glass. I turned around and looked at them. It was a first time I could say that the man she brought home was actually really handsome.

I made my way toward the man and gave him my hand and honestly that move shocked her more then anything.

,, Hoseok’’ he said while shaking my hand. I said my name and nodded my head, giving him a sign that it’s nice to meet him. My mother was really shocked, I think she would be less shocked if I took a gun and shoot him. I never acted that way toward any of her mans. Well, being honest, I wanted to make a scene, but her boss is such a snack.

Her taste in man was always so horrible, but this time it was an excuse. Even tho she’s my mother, I wasn’t sure what was he doing with her.

After that, I just turned around and made my way toward my room. Being totally honest, if I had a boss like him, I would definitely never call sick.

I jumped on my bed, closing my eyes and taking few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down a little bit. Not wanting to listen to their conversation. I put my earphones in and closed my eyes on few minutes.

The fact that she really didn’t know its my birthday, mad me almost cry. I was breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

When I finally calmed down and when the right time arrived, I changed in the outfit I planned and started doing my makeup. I didn’t reay care about what they were talking about, but for a second they took my attention.

,, You got a really pretty daughter’’ I heard Hoseok saying, making me more curious. On my surprise my mother didn’t answer. She didn’t say anything, all she did was changing the topic.

In a short time my makeup was done and I was totally ready. So I took my bag and made my way out. They were sitting in the kitchen, once again, their eyes on me.

,, Where are you going?’’ My mother asked, giving me one of her most disgusted looks.

,,Out’’ I simply said and she nodded her head. Her behavior was very irritating, it made me look like I’m the bad one.

,, Come eat with us’’ she said, thinking I’ll just ignore her, as usual. But instead of ignoring her, I just took a plate and sat there with them.

For a moment she got lost, I felt she just adopted me and didn’t know how to start the conversation.

,, Don’t drink too much tonight’’ she said, trying to act like a caring mother.

,, Aha’’ I nodded my head, showing how I don’t give a flying fuck about her and her act.

,, I wish you would stop acting like this’’ she said acting like she was really hurt. At that very moment I understood why Leonardo Dicaprio didn’t win an Oscar for such a long time. My mother took them all. Such a great actor.

,, Just let me eat’’ I said almost rolling my eyes, while Hoseok was eating quietly, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable.

,, I’m your mother, you have to listen to me’’ she said placing spoon on the table. If I didn’t plan to kill myself with alcohol, I wouldn’t deal with her at all, but I had to eat something, anything.

I just ignored her and started eating. I actually felt really uncomfortable because her handsome boss was there. Trying to keep my mouth shut, I just continued to eat. But she was pushing every button possible. When she said how I’m always like that, I wanted to slam the plate against her face.

Without a word, I just stood up, took my stuff and went out.

Taking one cigarette to calm myself down, I texted Jiso that I’m on my way and on my luck, she was already ready.

My mind was still surrounded with words my mother spat on me. All the crap she said, how she behaved. It was still pissing me off and I couldn’t wait to start drinking and forget about it.

Jiso was waiting for me in the center, staring at her phone, smiling and typing real fast. Probably some guy. She always had guys flying around her. I mean, she has a beautiful face and beautiful personality. If I was a man I would also try to get her.

She placed her phone in her bag an hugged me. She looked really incredible. As always. She can wear a trashcan and still look amazing.

,, Oh my god, look at Jooe. She always tries to look like Kylie Jenner or something’’ she said when she saw Jooe standing beside McDonald’s with some guy.

,, Kylie Jenner Walmart edition’’ I said laughing.

,, One dollar store’’ She added giggling. Jooe was always that kind of person trying to be good with everyone, but gossiping all the time. Or just simply and in short. She was fake.

Anyway, we didn’t waste any time. Cigarettes were already bought and the only thing we needed was alcohol.

Of course we didn’t go out alone. Taehyung, Changkyun, Ilhoon and Lisa also wanted to join us and being honest that really made me happy.

There was a time when we used to go out every weekend and we really had so much fun. Every time after going out we would go to someone’s place and order pizza and talk till we all fall asleep.

We met Lisa near the club and made our way in. It was a 2000th party so we were really excited. Like every fucking song hits you like a truck. SIMPLY LOVE IT.

We found the table we reserved and immediately ordered the drinks, starting with the banana cocktail I missed so much. The music was already amazing, as always. We really knew every fucking song, it was really awesome.

After some time, the guys arrived. They were much worse then us. They loved parties like this one.

Thanks to my friends, I forgot about my mother, I forgot about what happened earlier. We were having so much fun.

,, Let’s go smoke one’’ Jiso screamed and I just nodded my head and we both made our way to a smoking zone.

When we got out, the song Pump it started playing and being honest the song isn’t something special, but me and Jiso loved Fergies part, or whatever her name is. We used to listen the whole song only because of it.

We sat on the small couch and lit our cigarettes, singing her part loudly not giving shit if other people were looking at us weirdly.

,, Just let it go, let it go HERE WE GOO’’ we screamed before Jiso hit me with her elbow.

,, That guy over there is checking you out’’ Jiso said, giving me a sign which one. At first I couldn’t see which one, until he lifted his glass in the air and winked at me. It was no one other then my mother’s boss.

At first I looked like I saw something non-natural but then I jus smiled and waved at him.

,, The fuck, you know him?’’ Jiso asked in shock.

,,Well yes, no, I don’t know. We met today, actually, few hours ago’’ I said a little bit confused. What the hell is he doing here.

,, What am I missing ?’’ she asked excitedly .

,, He visited my mother, he’s her boss, or maybe her new lover’’ I said and the only thing I could think of was HOLY SHIT.

,,Hey’’ he was suddenly standing in front of us, and not only was Jiso shocked, I was too.

,, Hello’’ I said a little lost, that he even approached me.

,, So, here’s where you are hiding ?’’ he said with a small smile formed on his face.

,, She’s not hiding, she’s celebrating her birthday’’ Jiso said placing her arm over me and kissing my cheek. Hoseok was a little bit in shock, maybe because of what happened earlier.

,, Where are my manners, happy birthday ‘’ he said as he took my hand in his. I could totally say that he was extremely curious, but too kind to ask about my mother and what happened earlier. But after all, I don’t know what she told him. Jiso was already getting bored and started giving me small signals that we should go back.

When we stood up, Hoseok asked if he can borrow me for a second and of course Jiso simply agreed and went back to ohers.

,, Come here’’ he said and placed his hand on my lower back, giving me a sign to follow him. We arrived to the table where his friends were. Of course they all looked good and elegant just like he did.

,, What do you want to drink?’’ he asked me. He was so close, I could literally feel his breath on my ear. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t jump on every man I see, or touches me or tells me something. I don’t jump on every man my mother brings home.

But if you want me to be totally honest, Hoseok was a man I would literally kill for.

I didn’t know him of course, but his appearance was literally killing me. After all, I can freely say that I never met someone handsome as him.

After few moment he ordered for everyone and we all cheered for my birthday.

It was still weird. I mean, if it was someone else who did it, it would be different, but it was my mothers boss, which I only met today.

What was even more weird to me was the fact when he introduced me to his friends, he didn’t say that I’m a daughter of one of his workers.

When the drink was finished I went back to my friends, where Jiso welcomed me excitedly. That girl was drunk as fuck.

,, WHO’S THAT???’’ Lisa screamed on my ear and of course Taehyung also wanted to know everything. He pushed Lisa to the side and placed his arm around me.

,, Wanna know if he likes you? Cause I’m expert in that matter’’ he said loudly pulling my head closer to him.

,, He does, he’s looking at you’’ Tae said drunkenly and giggled. He was always so silly when he gets drunk.

Every time a good song was playing we took a shot, which means every 3 minutes. But nobody can blame us, I mean with songs like Just dance, Umbrella, Say my name, Wannabe and Hit me baby one more time, you just had to kill your self.

,, I love this party’’ Changyun screamed and jumped on me and Juso . ,, And I love you guys’’ he added placing a kiss on our cheeks before drinking another shot.

I could feel that Hoseok was watching sometime and drunk like that, I really loved it.

,, Do you mind if I sleep at Ilhoon’s place?’’ Jiso asked me, drunkenly, like I could forbid her. I always knew that there was something between them. Like, no one could suspect that they are probably fucking around, but those small looks and signs they were giving each other.

Well of course Jiso told me before, she’ll more likely die then hold that to herself. Even when she sneezes more then one time, I’m the first person to find out.

It was around 3:30 AM when I decided to go home. Lisa was the first one to leave and whne I said that I’m going, Jiso happily said that she’s going too. She probably didn’t want to leave me behind. Of course Taehyung also decided to leave, since he kinda got tired of all the Jumping.

Usually I would either go home with Jiso or Changkyun, since we are living in the same area. But Jiso had other plans and Changkyun wanted to stay longer with his other friends.

Tae wanted to walk me home, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I just told him that I’ll call a taxi. Drunk like that he forgot how hard it is to get a Taxi on nights like this, so he agreed.

It was getting pretty cold and I was literally begging God to finally send mi one.

Well, he did, but some dudes jumped in it, right in front of my nose.

I thought that I’ll fucking die, every time a taxi arrived someone stole it away from me. I really thought it’s the end, but at my surprise a car stopped right in front of me.

I expected the person to be some drunk fucktard, but it wasn’t. It was Hoseok.

,, Need a drive?’’ He asked as he opened the window. Maybe if he wasn’t alone or if it wasn’t so cold and I didn’t wait for so long, maybe then I would act out differently. But on top of all those reasons, I was drunk as fuck.

,, Hop in’’ he said. I was still thinking should I get in the car or not, but just as he said that, I got in the car immediately.

,, You know, it’s dangerous to stand in the dark all alone, especially at the place like this one. There are a lo of insane people around.

,, I was waiting for a taxi’’ I said lazily, enjoying the warmth in his car.

,, Oh, be happy I saw you. You could wait till tomorrow’’ he said concentrated on the road. Damn, the only thing I could clearly think of was how fucking handsome he is.

,, So, how was your day?’’ he asked, probably feeling uncomfortable from all the staring. But I really couldn’t stop looking . Let’s just say, I was drunk.

,, Thanks to m friends it was fine’’ I aid leaning my head on the window.

,, Did you get a lot of presents?’’ he asked me politely. I don’t even know how I managed to reply what they bought me, but after I replied I really passed out. I guess being finally in a warm place after standing outside for more then hour in that cold, it really made me pass out.

I can’t say that I didn’t remember anything after. In fact, I do.

I remember him taking me out of the car, so easily like I was a feather. Usually I’m not a person that is hard to wake up, a freaking fly can wake me up.

But since alcohol got me pretty much, I felt like I’m about to pass out, last time I was drunk like that was on Changkyun’s birthday. Taehyung made me drink more then usual and I remember when I got in bed, the whole fucking room was spinning. Well, that’s how I felt now.

Of ocurse, I had no thoughts in that moment. I was really like I was in coma, but man, he was really gentle. Later, I couldn’t believe that bulldozer like him could hold someone so gently. It was so nice that I literally fall asleep in his arms again.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a unfamiliar room. In very first moment I was in shock, where the fuck I am and so. But then I recalled what happened-

I wasn’t in my clothes, I had an oversized t-shirt and shorts in which I could fit 3 times.

The blinds were down and my phone wasn’t around, so I wasn’t sure what time it is. Maybe I would brush it of and continue sleeping. I mean those sheets were like heaven, but I felt thirsty as fuck. Well as usual, after alcohol you can drink a whole river.

When I stood up, I realized that the shirt was in false way on me. I lazily turned it around and when I was about to make a step, I decided to take off that shorts. It was too big anyway. And the shirt covered my since it was oversized.

I wasn’t sure where to go, since the apartment was really big. But I saw a TV light coming from a room and decided to go there. It was a really big living room and well, I couldn’t concentrate on how the room really looks, because Hoseok was there. Shirtless.

,, Oh you are awake’’ he said surprised. Switching his position, sitting on the couch.

,, I felt thirsty’’ I said like a lost child. For real, the scene looked like in those movies, when a child asks their mother to tell them they just threw up. But in this case, I was just thirsty and Hoseok wasn’t my father. Even tho I would gladly call him daddy.

,, Here’’ he gave me the bottle , checking me out.

,, I’m sure you had a shorts’ he added confused.

,, Oh, did you do it?’’ I asked, If I wasn’t drunk as fuck I would probably feel mad, but in a situation like that, I could only feel thankful to him for taking care of me and mad on myself for letting something like this happen.

.. Yeah, but I tried not to look’’ he said protecting himself. Cute.

,, Yeah I noticed, the shirt was wrongly on me, Thank you’’ I said thankfully. ,, And I’m so sorry for causing so much trouble to you’’ I apologized.

,, No, it’s alright. It’s better that you fall asleep in my car, then in Taxi’’ he said shaking his head.

For a moment I had, but really had to check him out. He was only in his baggy shorts. I wish I could just jump on him at that moment, but yeah, whatever.

It was weird even to think that he’s my mother’s boss. And because of that it was really weird to see him shirtless like that.

,, I wasn’t sure if I should bring you home. But then I was sure your mom, wouldn’t be so happy to see you like that.’’ He said

,, More likely she wouldn’t be happy to see me with you’’ I corrected him.

,, By the way, I apologize for my behavior you had to see at the dinner’’ I added as I took a sip of the water.

,, No, it’s okay. It’s normal to have a family fight sometimes’’ he said, and smiled a bit.

God, I had to use all my fucking power not to even think about dirty stuff I wanted to do to him. How the fuck did my mother get him.

,, Well, if you are having a thing with my mother I have to tell you, that’s the only way we communicate’’ I said preparing the man for the future.

,, Wait, wait, wait, hold on’’ he cut my sentence, looking extremely confused, his hands in the air giving me a sign to stop talking.

,, Why the hell would I even have something with your mother ? Wait, just what ?’’ he was so confused, maybe more confused then I was.

,, Wait, so you don’t have a thing going on?’’ I asked him confused.

,, No, why would you say such a thing’’ he asked me shocked. So cute.

,, Sorry, usually she brings home guys she only has something with ‘’ I said defending myself.

,, Oh my god, no offense, but no’’ he said, shaking his head.

,, Well never mind, but she probably likes you’’ I thought out loud and at my surprise he just laughed it off.

After the small conversation, I just went back in the beautiful room, with those beautiful sheets, falling asleep the very moment I got in the bed.

In the morning, I woke up around 11 AM. It was the first time I slept so well in a while. Whit in a while, I mean fucking 10 years.

If I had a chance, I would stay in that bed forever.

When I realized that the time for me to change just arrived, I wanted to lie there on the floor and cry till I drown in my own tears.

I wanted to see if Hoseok is home, so I could thank him once more before I leave. He was in kitchen drinking coffee and doing something on the laptop.

,, The sleeping beauty woke up’’ he said smiling at me cutely.

,, Morning’’ I said as I bowed politely.

,, I wanted to thank you one more time. I know I can’t do much, but if you ever need help with anything, please contact me’’ I said and bowed one more time.

,, No need to thank me, it was nice to have someone over. But where are you going? You should at least have a breakfast here. I went to the bakery when you were asleep’’ he said.

Honesty I don’t understand people like him who can stay awake till God knows when and then wake up really early and do stuff.

,, How do you manage to wake up so early and do all this. How many batteries do you have’’ I said surprised. I will never be able to do something like this.

,, Well, you just get used to it’’ he said still smiling. Even if I really wanted to stay, I didn’t feel comfortable.

He didn’t really want to agree with me not having a breakfast, but at the end I had to accept his drive to home, at least.

At home I was really like insane, being honest he couldn’t get out of my mind. Even tho it wasn0t anything special. But since I rarely get any kind of affection from anyone. I’m not used to small things. Even if a guy opens a door for me, I’ll be like wow and think about it for a whole day, having some scenarios in my head.

But that only lasts for a day or even shorter sometimes, because at the end nothing really happens of course. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall or mistake someone’s kindness for flirting or something.

Silly me.

But hey, I should be happy it doesn’t last long tho.

Few next days I didn’t think about it so much anymore, I didn’t see him at all, so all my thoughts were gone. Of course, the fact that I would kill for him was still there, that shit didn’t change.

After a long ass uni week and sleepless nights writing everything up which literally destroyed me, weekend finally arrived. Well, I never studied or did my representation on time. I always did it in more hectic way, but hey, that’s just me after all.

Thanks God, the spring was finally coming. I couldn’t stand the winter anymore. Like, I always love it when it snows on Christmas, it’s just so magical. But when the Christmas is done, so should be the winter. In my opinion of course.

Since Jiso was out of the town this weekend, I felt sad that I didn’t have anyone to waste my time with. Not like I couldn’t call Lisa and others, but I already knew that they had other plans. Still, that didn’t stop me from going out a little, even if it meant only going to the nearest shop.

Since the weather was really pretty, I decided to wear my Buttoned Pleated pink skirt, well not that ugly to see pink, it was more like moody pastel pink I guess. My black Crew Neck sweater and a black beret.

I didn’t do much around my hair, since it was already straight, but I did put a little bit of makeup before I took everything I needed and left.

It was around 5 PM when I left home and of course my mother wasn’t around. Only God knows what she was doing or where she was. Thinking about how she can see Hoseok every day, or well, more then I can, made me really jealous.

Sick, right?

Since, the weather was really beautiful I decided to take a walk to the shop that wasn’t really near our apartment. I took one cigarette and played Ariana Grande’s new song Bad Idea. Even tho I’m pretty lazy person, I always loved to take a walk. I always wished to have a dog that could accompany me, but yeah, that couldn’t happen.

In the shop, I always get carried away and buy more stuff then I should. Not like they are so expensive, it’s more about that I have to carry them home on my own. Plus every time I see Tulips in store, I have to buy them too. Because, why not, I love them.

But of course, I had trouble carrying it back home and of course the bus was driving ever 30 minutes because it’s weekend, and of course I had to choose the store that wasn’t close at all. Because I’m simply stupid and don’t think at all.

,, Heyy, get in’’ I heard familiar voice. Turning my head around I saw Hoseok in his fancy car. Hahh, so casual, like a hero in a movie. ,, Oh wait, let me help you’’ he said and parked the car on the sidewalk for a second. He took the bags from me and placed them on the backseats.

Of course, once again I could refuse his drive and all, but well, why should I ?

,, How have you been? ‘’ He asked me. He was wearing a black suit and white button up shirt, looking really amazing.

,, I’ve been good, but the uni was a little annoying this week. What about you?’’ I asked politely, trying to avoid looking at him as much as possible.

,, Same, there is always something to work on. How’s your mother ?’’ he asked, looking on the road.

,, I don’t know really’’ I said, hoping that this topic will die.

,, Oh, okay. Well, what are you doing today ? Any plans ?’’ Hoseok asked me, looking at me for a second.

,, Not really, I’ll probably just watch Netflix all day honestly’’ I said playing with the yellow tulips in my hands.

,, Well, if you want you can join me on dinner ? ‘’ he asked, showing no emotions at all.

,, Sure, why not’’ I said looking at him. His yaw line had my attention, so beautiful.

,, But, there will be some of my friends and workers, probably with their girlfriends.’’ Hoseok said, moving his hand nervously around the steering wheel.

,, Well, I don’t really want to interrupt then, it would be weird I guess’’ I said, feeling a little bit disappointed.

,, Oh no, noo. You would actually do me a favor then. My friends made a small bet, how I can’t find and bring a girl for such a short time. You remember them maybe’’ he said, giving me small looks.

,, That’s a little bit weird. But I did tell you to contact me if you need anything, so ‘’ I said thinking about how well he took care of me last week. ,, Do I look alright tho ? ‘’ I added fast, fixing my skirt.

,, Oh, you look incredible, don’t worry’’ he said and smiled a little bit.

On the ride to the restaurant, we were talking about lots of stuff and even about my mother and our relationship. And at my surprise, Hoseok was really on my side, he didn’t support my mother’s behavior at all. He was a weird person. Like, very communicative, but the way he talked, it made me feel like I was overpowered.

When we arrived, Hoseok parked his car, while I was impressed with the whole place.

,, So beautiful’’ I said, still in my own world.

,, Yeah, you have to appreciate the nature, soon it will be the mall’’ he said, making me giggle a little bit.

,, Anyway, what do I have to do ? I probably shouldn’t be too loud or annoying’’ I said casually. Well, I was pretty loud in the car, describing everything and yeah. Hoseok stopped for a second, while a smile was formed on his face.

,, Well, just follow my lead and just be a good girl’’ he said still smiling. Damn, if he said to me to jump from the tallest building, I would do it without thinking twice.

Good girl,

If he only knew what was going thru my head at that moment.. oh

,, What do you exactly mean ? ‘’ I asked him confused.

,, For example, don’t look at other guys, have manners and so’’ he said and smiled again. It took me a good minute to think normal again and give him a proper answer.

,, I can do that’’ I said, realizing that I sounded like a scared kid.

When we went in, I really felt like a child who just got in Disneyland. The restaurant looked amazing, I felt like Queen Elisabeth will walk in any second. It was definitely not my level.

,, I’m not sure about this’’ I said, a little bit scared. I don’t know how many friends or worker were there, but they were probably just as rich and yeah just as him. That’s not where I’m supposed to be.

,, Don’t worry. Just be good and I’ll reward you’’ he said, placing his hand on my lower back and giving me a sign to follow him. Pretty weird how his words had such an effect on me. Every time he said something, I found myself listening to him. Not sure if he had his way around people, I mean he definitely knew a lot, he’s company is one of the biggest companies in the city. Or, I was simply under his spell.

We were the last one to arrive and honestly, I really felt uncomfortable. I felt like they were about to eat me alive there. Hoseok probably noticed, so he introduced me to everyone. He pulled one chair out for me to sit and he sat beside me.

Being honest, I felt really bored. All of them were probably older then me. After all, they already knew each other, so I was an outsiter. But what really surprised me, they didn’t look so formal as Hoseok did. At least not all of them.

Hoseok ordered some expensive steak with I don’t even know what, while I decided to order just some pasta. I felt uncomfortable even looking at those prices. Horrible.

,, Wanna drink some wine ?’’ He asked me and of course, when did I ever say no to wine ? Well, and I was kinda curious how does an expensive wine even tastes like, probably like money.

After some time, some girls or wifes of those people started talking with me. I was thankful they didn’t ask me what my job is or anything like that, but I’m sure they didn’t really dare to ask. They were simply polite and talking about random stuff.

,, Do you feel comfortable now ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me. He was really close, I could feel his breath. I nodded my head and smiled at him. All he did was smile at me and then took his glass of wine, giving me a sign for a toast.

The wine was really good, I was actually correct. It indeed tasted like money.

Since I didn’t want to embarrass him, I was eating really slowly and with few breaks. Well, I was looking how others are eating, I tried to copy them of course.

But, as I took one bite, I was literally a second away from choking. Not because I didn’t know how to eat, or because it was too hot or anything. It was because Hoseok’s hand was all of sudden on my lap.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe he did it accidentally if that was even possible. If we weren’t in a public place, I would pretty much like it, his hand on my lap, perfect. But I didn’t even know how to react.

At first, he didn’t move his hand at all. He was simply talking with his friends or what ever, but his hand remained on my lap. At some point, he started moving his hand up and down, literally rubbing my thigh gently. I didn’t know what to do at all, I was afraid that I could react wrongly.

,, Is there something wrong ?’’ Hoseok asked me. I just looked down where his hand was, but all his did was smirk a little.

,, Just be good’’ he whispered, moving his finger in circles.

He didn’t even give me a chance to react and his hand was already doing something else, squeezing my thigh. I tried to keep calm as possible. At that point I couldn’t even talk with anyone. All I did was kept quiet and played with my food. Until I felt his hand really near my private parts. Slowly playing around.

I only hoped that no one noticed. But after all, I was covered with the tablecloth and the decoration. So his hand was really covered. Well, he wasn’t that crazy to do anything like that knowing anyone can see. He has a reputation to keep.

When his hand found it’s way under my skirt, I almost gasped. He didn’t waste any time, he started rubbing my clothed clit, while he calmly talked with his friends about the work.

I couldn’t believe that I actually didn’t try anything to stop him. But, well I did say clearly that I would kill for him. That wasn’t a joke.

,, You are already wet’’ he whispered, but of course, he didn’t get an answer from me.

,, Spread your legs a little ‘’ he ordered, but did it on his own, not willing to wait at all. He continued to talk as he waved his hand under my underwear and pressed a finger right over my clit, trailing it up.

,, Are you alright ?’’ the woman asked me and honestly at that moment I totally forgot her name, well fuck it, it was the last thing I could think about. The best I could return was a smile and a small nod.

Eating and chat continued as per usual. But meanwhile his finger rubbed up and down my clit. One of Hoseok’s fingers slowly pushed into me and I had to pretend to be blowing my nose so that they didn’t see the look on my fucking face.

Well, not giving a flying fuck Hoseok simply pushed another finger, slowly moving them in and out of me, literally hitting my g-spot. His moves were sharp and fast, and I was surprised that no one actually noticed. Or at least I thought so. I didn’t know where to look or what to do, all I wanted to do is fucking cum and honestly I was really close.

But suddenly, he stopped and all I felt was emptiness down there.

Hoseok at my surprise apologized, saying everyone that I’m not feeling well and that we are leaving. His hand was once again on my lower back, but I didn’t mind that. I liked it how simply one touch can be as a sign how he’s in lead.

He didn’t say a word at all, all he did was opened the door for me and going around to the drivers seat. Without any word he just turned on the car and drove away.

I didn’t know what was going on, well, just few minutes ago he was fingering the fuck out of me under a table, in a fucking public place and then another minute he’s all quiet acting as nothing happened.

It was extremely weird and it was fucking driving me crazy. Not knowing what was in his head was making me go insane.

When we arrived, he parked his car in front of the house. He turned it off and turned his face to me. I wasn’t sure what did he want, what’s going on. But all this silence was pretty much uncomfortable, even more then that whole dinner.

,, I guess this is it’’ I said as I nodded my head. He didn’t reply, he also nodded his head as he leaned it on his hand.

,, Well, anyway, thank you for treating me. It was really tasty’’ I said and not waiting for his reply I just got out of his car and made my way to the house door. And just as I was about to unlock the door, I felt a hand grabbing my arm and pushing me back.

I couldn’t really choose or protest, his hold was way too strong and just in second we were standing in front of his car. Again.

And again no words, but he did look pretty upset.

Then suddenly, his hands were on my cheeks and he pulled me closer and kissed me. I didn’t know if I expected something like this to happen or not. But after all, I did kiss him back.

Hoseok opened the back door without breaking the kiss. He pushed with one hand the stuff I bought and I totally forgot about, and then he pushed me inside and hovered over me.

,, Is this all about the bet ?’’ I asked breathless.

,, Which bet? There is no bet, I just wanted to show you around me. My property.’’ He said, his eyes being a shade darker then usual. Or I just imagined it.

I didn’t reply, all I could do is kiss him and place my hand around his neck. He was all over me, kissing me back, then kissing my neck, pulling my shirt and my skirt up.

,, God, I can’t wait to have you’’ he said, leaving sloppy kisses over my neck. ,, But let us finish what we started’’ he said as he pulled my skirt totally up and pulled my panties to the side, pushing two fingers inside me immediately.

He didn’t do any vanilla shit, he was fingering me like there was no tomorrow and this time I didn’t have to hold back at all. I was a freaking moaning mess and I didn’t give a shit if my whole neighborhood will hear me.

He didn’t have to rub my clit or anything because I was already all wet. He started curving his fingers making me moan even louder. I guess he liked me loud now, since he added the third finger and started to fingerfuck me in a incredible speed.

Very short after I came all over his fingers, which made him pull them out as I laid there in his car panting heavily.

,, My turn’’ I said and before I could even try to get up, he held me down not allowing me to move.

,, No babe, thinking about your lips around my cock is driving me crazy. But I want to fuck you first. I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you’’ he said as he placed a kiss on my lips.

,, Let’s go inside’’ he said as he opened the door of his car. I was actually really confused.

,, But my mother is home’’ I protested, knowing 1000% that she’s home, Probably asleep. After all I never brought anyone home. And the first person shouldn’t really be her boss, she definitely had crush on .

Or maybe,

Well, she wasn’t really a nice mother

In fact she was far from it.

,, So what ? That’s even more excited’’ he said pushing me out of the car and kissing me all the time.

Oh fuck it.

We just made our way inside. Even while walking, Hoseok couldn’t stop kissing me. The very first moment we got inside, Hoseok pushed me against the door and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel Hoseok’s hard on clearly.

,, I will fucking ruin you’’ He whispered, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard. He obviously remembered where my room is, since he didn’t have to ask me for the directions.

When he opened the door, he immediately pushed my shirt over my head and tossed somewhere in my room. I didn’t like unfairness so I had to take off his shirt. It took me a bit longer, since it was button up shirt, but still I did give my best. I couldn’t wait to see those abs again.

Even tho I was trying to take of his clothes nicely, he didn’t. he simply ripped my skirt, leaving me only in my underwear.

,, Hey, that was my favorite skirt’’ I said, pulling his pants down, together with his boxers and holy crap, the first thing that got thru my mind was if this will even fit ????

,, I will buy you a new one, I’ll buy you anything you want ahh-‘’ Hoseok said, but I cut him of, giving him one big lick. He grabbed my head and without any word he started fucking my face and since I didn’t have so much experience, I started choking on his dick, saliva dripping down my chest.

That didn’t last long tho, since he pulled me up and pushed me on my bed. I closed my eyes, picturing how amazing it’s going to feel to be filled up with his large member. As he got over me, he started pumping up and down and rubbing his dick over my clit. He pulled me once again up and placed me on his lap, offering me to ride him.

He didn’t have to say anything else, I just positioned my self, his hands on my hips and he slowly started sinking me down onto his dick. It was a feeling I will never fucking forget.

First few seconds, both of us had to get used to it. He leaned his head back on the wall as he breathed heavily. Since I couldn’t wait any longer, placed my hands on his wide shoulders and slowly started moving up and down. I shifted my hips around in circular motions while he just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Now even the fact that he was my mother’s boss didn’t bother me. And the fact that she probably fall asleep thinking about him didn’t bother me either. If I was all the time on my own, then I had to choose and do what I want.

Since my thoughts made me mad, I started moving my hips even faster and of course Hoseok accepted that well. Hoseok was meeting my thrusts. Every time I was about to slide down he would move his hips up, hitting me hard and when he started to hit my g-spot I fucking lost it. I couldn’t help it, I had to moan, but then he did shut me up, pressing his lips against mine.

I closed my eyes, not being able even to move myself. But he gladly did the whole job. Thinking about how we will probably do this more oft also drove me insane. There was some sick thrill of a sexual rendezvous where we could get caught.

,, Oh God, Hoseok.. Fuck.. ‘’ I squeezed my eyes shut tight and he pulled me closer to him so that his lips could attach to my nipple, sucking it lightly.

My back was already arching off, gripping on his arms, shoulders, anything. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I let myself go as I came all over his dick.

He didn’t stop tho, he helped me with my orgasm and honestly. I never had a longer one, it was so damn good. I wished it lasted forever.

But even tho I had my orgasm, Hoseok was far away from his. He turned me around and entered me once again, but this time more aggressively.

He placed his one hand around my throat and started fucking me without any mercy. Not like I needed it. It felt so good.

My muscles gripped his cock tightly as he pushed himself into me deeper and harder. I placed my hand over his one, giving him a small sign that I need air. Of course he immediately left my throat and his hands were on the edges of my bed now.

His moves were so fast and rough that I had to bite his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He kept driving his cock in and out of my pussy, hitting my G-spot once again. Never in my life happened to me, that miracle to cum twice. But here he was, making it all true.

,, Ahh fuck’’ I cried. I nibbled against his neck, smelling his scent, wanting him all over me. Kissing his neck I closed my eyes and tried not to be loud. But I’m sure that we were already too loud. He was fucking me so hard that the bed was literally about to break.

I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his beck, probably leaving some marks, I could feel his precum dripping in my hole. My walls clenched on his cock tightly again and my muscles tried in vain to hold on to the pounding shaft . I could feel his cock tightened up and contracted hard, sending the vibration in my wet hole. After few deep and hard moves, both of us came hard.

Hoseok collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as his dick was still twitching inside me. He took it out and lied down beside me breathing in my neck.

,, Are you on pills ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me quietly. I looked at him and just slowly shook my head.

,, I’ll get you the best one. From tomorrow you’ll use them.’’ He said and kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

He stood up and wore his boxers. I tried to stand up but the pain between my legs didn’t allow me. So Hoseok had to find me my oversized White shirt and my penties.

Then at my surprise he just got back in the bed and covered us both with my covers.

,, Are you staying ?’’ I asked him confused

,, Yes, is there a problem ?’’ he asked, pulling me closer to him.

,, Well, my mom ? ‘’ I said still confused.

,, Oh don’t worry about that, your mom is the last thing you should worry about’’ he said, covering my back better.

And with his words, I did feel better immediately. After that, all that mattered to me was the comfort of the covers and his strong arms around me.

hope you enjoyed it

Sorry for all the mistakes and typos, I’ll correct them sometimes in future haha

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wonhos-monbaby · 6 years

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One Heated Night

Very Very Smutty smut smut... You can find it on Ao3 HERE

Rate : MA

Paring : Wonho x Female OC

Summary : non ‘cause this is pure smut

Warnings : Okay where to start? Very explicit sexual content, language, oral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, (obviously) consensuel sexual relations, no protection (please protect yourselves) No plot litterally just smut

Word count : 3336

Inspiration : (also see below cut)

& a very sweet anon on @hotseok talking about sucking Wonho through that lace bodysuit...

Okay now to get to it

They were drenched by the sudden rain, their laughs bounced against the walls of Wonho’s empty flat as they stumbled in. It was dark, the rooms only lit by the street lights coming from outside tinting the room in artificial yellow lighting through the curtains. Their clothes clung to their bodies, they caught sight of each other and their laughing died down to slow deep breaths. She looked up at him, her eyes sliding up his body noticing his white button up shirt clinging to something lacey underneath. She caught him hungrily raking his eyes over her body, darkening as he took in her soaked light pink blouse hugging her frame, revealing her dark bra and her skirt sticking to her thighs, hiking up dangerously high.

He locked eyes with her, his pupils dilated so much she could barely make out the color of his eyes anymore. He took a slow step toward her, silent question burning in his gaze and she nodded slowly. With that he closed the space between them and pressed his lips to hers, devouring her mouth, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, one hand trailing down to grab her ass while the other took hold of the back of her neck to keep her close. She hooked her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in recently his bleached hair, gently pulling on the longer strands leftover to create the undercut he was sporting. He took a few steps forward his lips still capturing hers until she was pushed against a small cabinet pushed in a corner. Feeling the wooden edge of the piece of furniture against her ass, she pulled herself onto it. He let his hands ghost on the side of her body, takes hold of her hips, trailing along the outside of her thighs. When he reached her knees, he pushed them apart stepping between her legs as she moved closer to the edge to wrap them tightly around his hips. He pushed up her skirt and rolled his hips against the lace of her panties, kissing her jaw and she let out something between a moan and a whimper at the sensation of the rough fabric of his black pants against her barely covered core.

“Fuck” he groaned grinding his hips into hers, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking, licking grazing his teeth against the tender skin. She let her head fall back exposing her neck to more of his ministrations, relishing in the idea that it would be covered in his markings the next day. Her hips rolled against his of their own accord it seemed, her body seeking friction. And it made him growl against her neck and he bit her gently at the space between her neck and shoulder. His hands left her thighs to run up her sides against the wet fabric of her blouse before pulling away from her earning a whine from her. He grabbed both sides of her collar and ripped it open in haste, his eyes hungrily taking in her almost naked torso and the midnight blue bra she was wearing. He pulled off the ruined piece of clothing and attacked her mouth again, sucking on her bottom lips as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra before pulling it off as well and discarding it with the blouse. Her skin felt warm under his touch. His fingers left a trail of burning heat everywhere he touched her. Which was almost everywhere her skin was exposed.

Wonho moved back for a moment his hands pausing on her hips and looked at her, she whimpered from the loss of his touch. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked. “Yes” she answered. “Tell me if you want to stop” he said pressing his forehead against hers, “Don’t you fucking dare stop” was her answer and she pulled him toward her by the back of his neck to press her lips against his pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and gently biting it. He smiled against her lips. He hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her closer to his as he slowing grinded his hips into hers. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. He ran his hands up her sides and she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips as to not lose the friction his slow thrusts were creating against her lace panties. His hands moved to her breast, thumbs running over her hard nipples as he kissed up her neck and along her jaw. He kissed down her neck, occasionally he sucked at her skin and grazed it with his teeth ad he did so. He licked along her collarbone all the while still slowly rolling his hardening member against her, he was getting so hard being restricted in the tight pants was starting to feel almost painful, yet he found some pleasure as he rubbed himself hard against her dripping pussy. His mouth found her breast and he sucked on it, flicking his tongue over her erect nipple before sucking it into his mouth, he sucked on it hard and flicked his tongue over it while he palmed her other breast and rolled her other nipple between his fingers. He switched after a while. She arched into his mouth her hands buried in his hair. She was trying hard to keep moans from escaping her mouth, she bit hard on her lower lip letting small whimpers drop.

He pulled away from her, taking and watched her patting trying to catch her breath as she gripped onto the edge of the cabinet, her legs spreading further apart now that they weren’t wrapped around his hips anymore. She lifted her hooded gaze to him, her eyes were dark with desire. She slipped down the cabinet using it to lean back on it, her leg shaking from her arousal. She grabbed onto his shirt and started unbuttoning it, her lips latched onto his neck as she did so. Knowing she would have Wonho’s marks all over her neck and chest was such an arousing thought but knowing he would sport marks she would leave on him was even more arousing to her. And he was pulling her closer one hand on the small of her back and the other buried in her hair, he let out a moan as her sucking and nibbling of that soft spot she knew made him mad with desire. Her hands ran down his chest to find it covered with muscle hugging lace bodysuit. She let out a moan as she slid her hands along the defined muscles of his chest and stomach. She nipped at his exposed collarbone, and slipped her hands up his body and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms until the wet fabric fell to the floor. His pants were riding low on his hips and she licked her lips at the sight of the exposed flesh of his hips. She pressed her thighs tightly together and got on the tip of her toes, one hand pulling him down to her by the nape of his neck the other working on unfastening the buttons of his pant. “God, I love it when you wear those with the button instead of the zipper” she sighed against his mouth. His hands grasped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her flesh when she slipped her hands to palm his hard member through the lace of his bodysuit. He moaned against her mouth and pushing her shirt and panties off. She stepped out of them when they hit the floor and smiled against his lips grabbing his balls and gently squeezing them. He groaned against her mouth and rolled his hips against her hand. She pulled away from his mouth and started kissing down his lace covered chest.

She got down to her knees and finally she pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. She leaned forward and licked his cock through the lace, he shivered with pleasure, the fabric kept his erection tightly constricted and the feeling of her tongue running over his hard member was better than he’d imagined. Her hands went around his hips to hold onto his ass pushing him closer to her mouth as she tilted her head and sucked on his shaft sending a wave of pleasure through his body. “Fuck” he growled when she did it again. She licked along his length again before sucking on another spot moving closer to the tip and he let out a loud moan momentarily losing balance he caught himself on the wall with one hand. He was slightly bent over her, his other hand found the back of her head and he gently pushed her against his throbbing member, and slowly he was thrusting his hips against her face as she kept sucking. Profanities fell from his mouth and she eagerly kept at it all while slipping a hand between her thighs to her dripping pussy. She rubbed circles over her clit as she finally sucked on his tip through the bodysuit’s fabric. He looked down at her and growled louder, “Fuck, you look so fucking hot” he said in between pants as he rocked his hips faster. She took his balls in her other hand feeling he was close and gave them a slow squeeze. His moans became louder and her pushed two fingers inside herself. Finally, when she could tell he was about to climax she undid the buttons holding the bodysuit closed. Wonho sighed when his cock finally went free and that was quickly followed by a shameless moan when he felt her take him into her mouth fully until he hit the back of her throat. That was enough to send him over the edge and throwing his head back he came into her mouth. He pulled out spilling the rest of his cum over her chest as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself faster, moaning and whining. She felt so aroused by his cum hitting her chest, hearing him growl her name as he spilled himself in her mouth. With a few pumps of her fingers and a few circles over her clit she felt herself orgasm around her fingers.

She leaned back against the cabinet, panting as she watched Wonho pull the bodysuit off his muscles tensing and rippling from the movement. He got down on his knees and crawled over her, capturing her lips between his. “I’m not done with you baby” he whispered against her ear before nibbling her lobe. He let go and started licking her jaw, her neck and her chest, licking off his cum from her body. She watched him as he eagerly licked her clean and she felt arousal start to course through her veins. When he was done, he pulled her onto her knees, his arms wrapped around her body, he pressed her against him, his member hardening again at the feel of her chest pressed against his and her wet core brush against his cock. They both shivered and moaned. Wonho kissed her hungrily devouring her mouth, sucking on her tongue as she fisted strands of his hair and rubbed herself along his shaft panting heavily and whining against his mouth. He tried pulling her up but her leg gave in under her, her head span with desire and arousal, she couldn’t think straight, she wanted him and she wanted him bad. She needed him and seeing her so eager, so aroused and knowing he was the cause of it was turning Wonho one more than ever. He was hard again. He picked her up wrapping her leg around his hips so she could move against his erect cock. He carried her to their room and gently dropped her on the bed before climbing over her.

She whined at the loss of his cock between her folds. He chuckled at her whining, kissed her and ran two fingers between her folds from her ass over her entrance and circled her clit. She moaned biting her lower lip trying to hold it in. He looked into her eyes, “now baby, I want to hear how good I make you feel” he said before kissing her jaw. “I’m going to make you come over and over again and I want to hear you” he said from under her jaw as he pushed two fingers excruciatingly slowly into her. She let out a long low cry. “Much better” he moaned against her shoulder, hearing how he made her feel was making his cock twitch. He moved down his bed, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, earning moans that kept growing in volume. It only encouraged him to pull out his fingers and replace them with his tongue. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and with that he licked her from her asshole up to her clit. Her legs clamped around his head, one of her hands got lost in her hair while the other pushed his face further against her soaked pussy. “Fuck!” she moaned out, she started rolling her hips against his face, trying to get his tongue somewhere, anywhere, she didn’t know exactly where she wanted him to lick her but she needed his face closer. Wonho smiled against her and eagerly licked her flattening his tongue, lapping at her, pushing the tip into her, tasting her juices. He pushed her legs off his shoulders when she started arching her back, “Shit Won-Wonho!” she panted and moaned his names over and over again, he had to hold her hips down. He licked faster, pushed two fingers inside again, pumping them in and out fast, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently grazed his teeth against it. And she came hard against his face and screaming his name. He lapped eagerly at her juices wetting her soaked pussy dripping down her thighs and down her ass. Her head was spinning with the high of her climax, she had never orgasmed so hard. She saw stars litter the room as she tried coming down from her high, her clit still sensitive almost over stimulated, she barely managed to calm her breathing that Wonho licking her juices from her asshole to her clit sent her over the edge again. Her moans and pants were only encouraging Wonho to lick her more and more.

She eventually pulled him up to her wanting to feel his body press against hers, wanting to kiss him. He let her do so and kissed her back with as much urgency as she kissed him. His cock aching from how hard he was. Making her come on his face had been one of the hottest things they had done, sure he had made her climax with his mouth before but never as intensely as he just had. And her climaxing so soon again her hand pushing his hard against her pussy had sent a wave of arousal through his body and went straight to his already hard cock. “That was hot” he said in between kisses, absentmindedly starting to rub himself between her wet folds. “You’re so fucking hot when you come baby” he growled. “You make me so fucking hard it hurts”. She couldn’t answer, words lost somewhere in her mind, the only words slipping from her lips were his name, fuck and good in between moans and whimpers at his cock brushing against her swollen and sensitive clit. She was going mad with pleasure and she loved every second of it, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Wonho himself was lost in his pleasure, his cock was sliding between her folds so easily, he had made her that wet. And she felt so fucking good against him, her moans were only encouraging him and each time she moaned her name he growled and his hips moved faster. He looked at her “I need to be inside you baby” he managed to pant out between moans of his own, “yes” she breathed out “please I want your” she panted, her breath heavy with moans “I want your cock inside me”. He didn’t need any more encouragement, his cock was painfully hard. He knew he wouldn’t last long but he needed to feel her around his member. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and pushed slowly into her. “Fuck, baby you’re so fucking…ah… so tight” he moaned loudly and she screamed his name moaning as she pulled him closer to her by his shoulders. Her hard nipples brushed against his own and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back, it was a messy kiss, filled with urgency, desire and arousal. She sucked on his tongue rubbed hers against his as he thrusted into her hard and fast. She was so aroused her clit so sensitive he didn’t need to thrust more than a few times for her walls to clench around him as his hit the right spot over and over. She moaned his name over and over with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck, baby you’re even tighter” his hips were more erratic and he pushed further into her, hitting another spot that was making her climax again before she had even come down from the previous orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, you… Ah you… fuck so… good” he thrust into her hard a few more times making her scream in pleasure as his shot his load into her. He dropped her leg, his hips slowing their thrusting, he pumped himself holding onto her hips. She was panting, her lids were heavy, each stroke of his cock made her body convulse, shake. She could only moan. He pulled out of her and leaned to kiss her. He kissed her slowly, allowing her to come down from her high.

He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her neck until her breathing had evened out more.

“Do you have it in you for a last one baby?” he asked she looked up at him, feeling herself get soaked again even if she had already soaked their sheets by coming so hard so many times. She was so sensitive, so overstimulated that she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come hard again. “You taste so fucking good when you come baby, what do you say baby do you have one last one for me?” He was looking at her desire filling his eyes and just the thought of his mouth on her pussy was making her rub her thighs together. “Fuck, yes” she answered”.

He wasted no time liking her from her asshole to her clit, sucking on it once again and she came undone within two laps of his flattened tongue. She screamed his name, clenched his head between her thigh, panted heavily as her flicked his tongue at her entrance, making her climax harder.

He then carried her to the bathroom, let her use the toilet, passed a warm wet cloth over her and then over himself, slipped on her nightgown and carried her to bed where he pulled her back against his chest. “Goodnight baby, I love you” he whispered before closing his eyes. “I love you too” she answered. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again “Babe?” “Hum?” “Move in with me?” “Wonho I already basically live here” she chuckled “Officially I mean” “Sure” she said. A few more minutes passed and when he thought she was was asleep he asked almost inaudibly “God…Marry me?” he was surprised when she turned around and looked at him, she smiled “Yes”. His eyes went wide and she pecked his lips “I love you, you’re so random at times, but this is so very you. Yes, I’ll marry you”. He just pulled her closer. He would never let her go.

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milky-writes · 6 years

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cold//warmth

Summary: Outside, the cold does its best, but it never quite manages to leech away the inner warmth.

Characters: neo, monsta x brot7 (wonho-centric), jongin x unnamed female oc

Written For: @merlionmen

Written By: TBA

A/N: for diksha~ happy holidays and happy new year~ ♥

It’s cold tonight.

The wind swirls around him, somehow managing to keep the lightly falling snow away from his face, which he’s pleased about.

But it’s still cold.

He pulls his coat tighter around his body and curses as a sharp, frigid gust hits him straight in the face and neck. The wind curls around his ear, warming slightly as it brings him the sound of giggles, and then vanishes. He rolls his eyes.

The rest of his cohort had already gone their separate ways for the night, with words of farewell and good wishes for the upcoming holidays, but there are still a few stops he needs to make before he heads home.

He glances around one last time to make sure that he is, in fact, utterly alone in the street, and then he dives into the core of his power and disappears in a puff of black smoke.

The street lined with houses, all decorated with glowing lights and cute little animal shapes and candles in the windows, blinks into existence. There’s snow on the ground here, too, so he dusts off his boots before he lets himself blend into the background, completely unnoticeable to any passersby. He heads toward his destination, smiling at all the windows he passes that are warm with light, before he reaches the light grey house. He slides into the walls, letting out a little sigh as he slips into the heated air, and spots his first target, bent over by the fireplace, allowing him to relax and blend completely, leaving only his consciousness present as to watch the scene unfold.

“Uncle! Uncle!” the toddler screams, running straight towards him. Taekwoon doesn’t even flinch as his nephew crashes into his legs, hugging them as tightly as his little body can.

“Careful, Minyoolie,” he says, slowly guiding him away from the fireplace as he straightens. “Uncle was just putting another log in, and you don’t want to get burned.”

Minyool pouts as he clings onto his leg. “Uncle, up, up,” he says. “Want up.”

Taekwoon sighs, a fond smile crossing his face. “Did Eomma say you could go up?” he asks softly.

Minyool pouts harder. “Don’t know.”

“Did you ask her?”

His nephew looks thoughtful for a moment before he shakes his head firmly, which makes Taekwoon let out a chuckle. “Let’s go ask Eomma then.”

“Okay!” Minyool smiles, full of baby teeth and round cheeks and adoration, and Taekwoon’s heart melts even more. He takes his nephew’s small hand and carefully leads him into the kitchen, where his sister and his boyfriend are chatting as they slice vegetables.

“Eomma!” Minyool shrieks, letting go of Taekwoon and very effectively interrupting their conversation. “I want Uncle up!”

Taekwoon smiles at the wording. His nephew is getting better at talking, but his vocabulary is still limited.

His sister smiles down at her son. “Minyool-ah, what did we talk about yesterday?”

Minyool hangs his head. “No yell.”

“No yelling, right.” She pushes her onions into the pot that Hakyeon is holding. “Can you go and ask Uncle Woonie nicely? Without yelling.”

“Woonie?” Hakyeon mouths at him when their eyes meet, a smile stretching across his tan face.

Taekwoon mock-glares at him before looking down at Minyool, who’s tugging on his pant leg. “Yes, Minyoolie?” he asks.

“Want up, Uncle,” he says, looking at the floor.

“What’s the special word, Minyoolie?”

His sister giggles. “You beat me to it, Taek.”

Minyool looks confused, glancing between the two of them, so Taekwoon bends down to his level, ignoring the slight creak in his knees. “There’s something you should say when you ask for something, Yool-ah,” he says quietly. “Do you remember what it is?”

He holds out his hand and Minyool’s eyes light up. “Bwease!” he shouts, which makes Taekwoon laugh.

“Close, Yool-ah,” he says, grinning. “Please.”

“Pwease.”

“Good enough,” Taekwoon says, and scoops up his nephew, making him shriek with laughter. He swoops him up and down, making airplane noises, and then carries him back into the living room, bouncing him in his arms until Minyool is giggling uncontrollably.

“More, Uncle, more, more!” he yells, and Taekwoon laughs, setting him down on the floor before reaching his long fingers out and wiggling them.

“I’m going to tickle you,” he warns, and Minyool starts giggling again, squirming and laughing as Taekwoon attacks him with tickles.

He escapes after a few minutes, toddling over to his pile of toys in the corner, and grabbing a squeaky toy hammer, very similar to the one that Taekwoon remembers seeing at Wonshik’s radio station for use as a punishment when idols come to guest on a show. “Uncle, I want play,” Minyool says, holding out the hammer.

Taekwoon smiles at him. “What game should we play, Minyoolie?”

“Rock paper scissor!”

Taekwoon feels his smile grow as he stretches out his hand. “Okay, ready?”

Minyool sticks out a little fist.

“One, two, three!”

Taekwoon covers Minyool’s fist with his palm. “I win,” he says, reaching for the hammer to give Minyool a little tap.

“No,” Minyool pouts, moving the hammer behind his back.

“Okay, okay,” Taekwoon says, ruffling his hair. “Again?”

Minyool nods and sticks out his fist again.

“One, two three!”

Taekwoon lets out a little gasp at both their fists. “We tied, Minyoolie,” he says, winking. “We have to play again.”

“Again!” Minyool repeats.

Taekwoon holds his hand out and counts. “One, two, three!”

He gasps again when he sees Minyool’s outstretched palm next to his fist. “Minyoolie, you won!” he says, grinning. Minyool raises the hammer and Taekwoon closes his eyes, preparing to pretend to be hurt.

Bonk! goes the hammer against the top of his head, and he inhales sharply, eyes flying open as he looks at his nephew in pretend shock. Minyool is smiling, the biggest smile Taekwoon’s seen on his face in a while, so he decides to play it up.

He gasps and opens his eyes wide, staring right at his nephew, the beginnings of a pout happening. “Minyoolie!” he says, scandalized, and Minyool bursts into happy laughter.

As he giggles away, Taekwoon looks up, pout still present, and meets Hakyeon’s gaze from where he’s standing against the doorframe. His fake hurt from Minyool whacking him with the toy starts to turn into real hurt as Hakyeon continues to just look at him, expression completely shuttered.

“Hakyeonie?” he asks softly, ignoring the still-laughing toddler. “Is everything ok-”

“I want to have children with you,” Hakyeon blurts, his eyes wide.

Taekwoon’s world freezes for a moment before he breathes, “What?”

Hakyeon blinks. “I… I want to get married and have kids with you.”

Taekwoon pushes himself to standing and steps in front of his boyfriend. “Are you serious?” he asks, catching one of Hakyeon’s warm hands in his.

Hakyeon nods, his eyes getting watery. “I’ve been thinking about it, not for too long, and then I saw you with Minyoolie and how good you are with him and I just kept imagining that it was our child you were playing with and-” He sniffles, tears starting to drip down his face. “All I could think about was us, that future, and I wanted to tell you.”

Taekwoon uses his thumb to wipe a tear off Hakyeon’s cheek. “The only person I would want that future with is you, Yeonie,” he says. “Let’s do it then, if you’re completely sure.”

“R-Really?” Hakyeon chokes, gazing at him.

Taekwoon nods and gathers his boyfriend in his arms, feeling Hakyeon smile as he cries into his shoulder, feeling his own eyes dampen with happy tears as he holds the love of his life.

They’re so wrapped up in each other that neither of them notice an odd puff of black smoke outside the window.

He checks on a few other people.

The blond guy is sobbing, hands covering his face, and he suspects he finally reached his breaking point, but there are two others with him, holding him and supporting him and caring for him, and seeing that bond of friendship withstand such adversity makes him hopeful for their future.

The black-haired girl is giggling with her girlfriend as they bake what looks like a very large batch of cookies, a tabby cat winding between their legs, which brings a smile to his face.

The girl who dyed her hair purple is sitting in her window, wrapped in a blanket, reading a thick book and blasting music from a speaker somewhere else in the room, and the blast of contentedness he feels from her is enough to make him long for home.

He does have one more stop to make first, so he steps back from her window and pulls himself into oblivion.

The empty street blinks into existence and he shudders as the icy wind hits him. There’s no snow here, thank all the powers that be, but it feels like it’s about twenty degrees below zero the way the bitter cold is nipping at him in tiny little gusts that do more to chill him to the core than an ice bath would. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and tucks his chin into the high neck of his jacket before he starts walking toward his next destination, a tall apartment building on the corner. He sees his next target, a muscular figure exit the convenience store across the street, two bulging plastic bags hanging from his arms, and he immediately blends into the night as to not be noticed. He trails the man into the building, exhaling slightly when the warm air of the interior lobby hits him, and then slipping into the walls to watch the scene in his target’s apartment unfold.

Hoseok slams the buzzer again, the bags starting to dig into his arms. “Minhyuk, I know you can hear me, come open the door,” he shouts. “My arms are getting tired.”

“What’s the point of all that muscle if you don’t use it, hyung?” comes Minhyuk’s tinny voice through the speaker.

Hoseok groans and is on the verge of swearing - he’d pushed himself during his workout today, his muscles were already twinging with soreness, and then he’d decided to be a good hyung to Changkyun and go get snacks before movie night, because that kid was always so busy in his studio that he would forget to do things like that before he came back to the dorm, and all he wants to do is lie down - when he hears Kihyun sigh. (He knows it’s Kihyun because, well, after five years living with the same people, he knows them all practically better than he knows himself.)

“Cut the man some slack,” Kihyun says, and Hoseok lets out a whoop when he hears the door to their apartment complex click open.

“You’re the best,” he manages to say before the intercom shuts off, leaving him to elbow the door open. He makes it to the elevators without dropping anything, and as the doors hiss closed he leans back against the wall, letting out a tiny sigh of relief.

The elevator dings a minute later, signaling his arrival on the seventh floor, and he pushes himself off the elevator wall to trudge down the short hallway to his door. “Can someone open this too?” he calls. “My hands are kind of full.”

“Coming,” he hears Minhyuk shriek, maybe three seconds before the door is flung open.

“Oh thank god,” Hoseok says, practically falling inside the apartment. “It’s fucking COLD out.”

“I told you to wear a jacket,” Kihyun says from his spot on the couch, Changkyun curled into a ball next to him, looking at something on his phone.

Hoseok opens his mouth to respond as he stuffs his feet into his house slippers, but he’s interrupted by Hyunwoo saying “If you try and say you never get cold, please remember the time you were sick for two weeks because you refused to wear a jacket for three days straight last year.”

“Dammit.” He pouts. “I’ve only been inside for like thirty seconds and I’ve already been attacked like this?”

“Get used to it,” comes a sleepy voice from the hall. Hyungwon pokes his head into the room after rolling his eyes at Hoseok, who rolls his eyes right back. “Do we have any food in the fridge?” he asks.

Kihyun huffs. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask the never ending pits if they left anything for the rest of us.” He shoots a look at Hoseok and then at Hyunwoo.

“Hey, I did groceries yesterday,” Hyunwoo protests. “There should have been enough.”

Hoseok looks up from where he’s setting out snacks on the table to see five people staring at him. “Why are you all looking at me?” he whines. “I haven’t been back here since before lunch!”

“So there is food,” Hyungwon says, and heads in the direction of the kitchen.

“Fuck you, of course there is!” Hoseok pulls out the ice cream that he knows Jooheon likes and puts it on top of the plastic bag before rubbing his still-frozen fingers together. “Ugh, I’m so cold,” he mumbles.

Changkyun, surprisingly, hears him, and lifts his head from where it’s resting on Kihyun’s leg. “Come sit, hyung,” he rumbles, his voice even deeper than normal with exhaustion. “Ki-hyung, scooch.”

“What? Why?” Kihyun says, dragging his attention back to Hoseok and Changkyun from where he had been focused on Hyungwon rattling around in the kitchen.

“Share your body heat with Hoseok-hyung,” Changkyun murmurs. “He’s cold.”

“Serves him right.”

Hoseok pouts again when he sees the look on Kihyun’s face, and he knows he’s won when Kihyun breaks eye contact by

rolling his eyes.

“Fine.” He shifts closer to the end of the couch. “Changkyunnie, you have to sit up.”

Changkyun inches upright just enough for Hoseok to slide between them before flopping back down, plastering himself to Hoseok’s side. “Your skin is so icy, hyung,” he says.

“Yeah, Kyunnie, I was just outside for a bit because someone-” Hoseok glares at Minhyuk, who’s tapping away on his phone and not paying them any attention “-wouldn’t open the door for me.”

“And because you didn’t take a jacket when you went to get snacks,” Kihyun adds, and Hoseok elbows him.

“You brought snacks?” Changkyun shoots upright, making both Hoseok and Kihyun snort with laughter.

“What did you think I was carrying, Kyunnie?” Hoseok giggles.

Changkyun shrugs, already shifting forward to dig through the pile of food. “You’re the best, hyung,” he says fervently, pulling out two bags of his favorite kind of chips and a package of crackers.

“Hey, what about me, brat?” Kihyun protests, reaching behind Hoseok to whack Changkyun’s shoulder.

“You didn’t bring me food,” he responds, tearing one of the bags open.

Hoseok hears Hyunwoo chuckle from his armchair, which makes him smile. “The snacks are for everyone, Kyunnie,” he says, grabbing a package of chocolate cookies. “Don’t hog them.”

“More food?” Hyungwon says, appearing suddenly behind them like a ghost, causing Hoseok to jump and drop his cookie.

Which makes Hyungwon burst into laughter.

“Chae Hyungwon!” Hoseok makes to get up and strangle him but is stopped by Hyunwoo stepping in front of him to get himself the package of red licorice that Hoseok bought specifically for him. Hoseok settles for shooting a death glare at Hyungwon, who’s still giggling as he settles into the other chair, but he forgets to be angry when Hyunwoo drops a blanket on his shoulders before turning to go back to his seat.

“You were still shivering” is the only explanation he offers, and Hoseok looks down, his face warm, his heart swelling at the display of care.

Changkyun snuggles closer to him, adjusting so his head is lying on top of the blanket, and Hoseok untucks his arm from his side and lays it across the back of the couch in a much more comfortable position.

Kihyun is idly flipping through the TV channels when Minhyuk shrieks. “Jooheonie,” he yells, “why didn’t you answer me?”

“You literally tried to FaceTime me six times in a row, hyung,” comes Jooheon’s tired voice from his phone speaker. “I was busy. But I’m walking up to the building now.”

“Great!” Minhyuk chirps. “I’ll let you in.” He hits something on the screen and shoves his phone back into his pocket before rushing over to the door.

The buzz comes maybe thirty seconds later, and when Minhyuk accepts it Hoseok can’t help the laughter that escapes him when he hears Jooheon growl, “You hung up on me, hyung? After calling me that much?”

“Just get up here,” Minhyuk says, hitting the switch that unlocks the lobby door and then bouncing over to the couch. “Ooh, cookies!” He grabs a package and promptly sits on the floor, leaning back against Hoseok’s legs while he starts to eat.

Kihyun lands on a channel that’s playing a recent superhero movie right as Jooheon unlocks their door. “You guys started movie night without me?” he complains, tossing his backpack down and shoving his feet into his slippers. “And you’re all cuddling without me too?”

“There’s room here,” Changkyun says, patting the sliver of couch next to him. “Come snuggle.”

“I’m only coming because I haven’t seen Hoseok-hyung all day,” Jooheon grumbles, walking over and flinging himself onto the couch (and half on Hoseok, but he can’t find it in himself to complain, not when he’s finally starting to warm up and he’s feeling comforted and safe and loved.)

“Hi, Jooheonie,” he says, rubbing Jooheon’s back as he and Changkyun get settled in their limited couch space.

“Hi,” Jooheon responds, cuddling closer to him. “I heard from Changkyunnie that you were outside without a jacket?”

“Are you going to shame me too?” Hoseok whines, fake neck-chopping him with his free hand.

“Shhhhh!” Minhyuk exclaims from the floor. “I can’t hear the movie.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” snarks Kihyun, and Jooheon huffs a laugh.

Minhyuk doesn’t verbally respond, just gives Kihyun the finger and turns back to the movie, which makes Hoseok shake with silent giggles. He catches Hyungwon’s eye when he manages to control himself, and the quirk of his friend’s eyebrows sets him off again.

Kihyun and Jooheon both elbow him to get him to stop.

Hoseok finally calms down and refocuses on the movie, a smile still lingering on his face. He feels happy, he thinks, he feels warm and safe and loved; and, surrounded both physically and emotionally by his friends, his brothers, his family, he eventually dozes off, his eyes drifting shut right as a puff of rising black smoke passes by their window.

The scent of home envelops him - lilies and rain and a fresh sea breeze - and he lets out a sigh. Traveling like he does, especially on busy days like today, always takes a lot out of him.

He hangs his coat on the door of the closet so it can dry, as the snow from earlier had managed to infiltrate the wind cocoon, and pads through the house, the pull towards his bedroom increasing with every step he takes.

He opens the door to the bedroom and the pull vanishes.

“You’re home late.”

“I know,” he says, shutting the door behind him. “We ran over, and then I had a couple other things to do.”

She murmurs her assent at his words, sitting up a little more. “Hurry up, then. I want to go back to sleep.”

“You weren’t too tired to summon me straight here,” he jokes, pulling off his sweater.

“That used all my energy,” she answers, punctuating her words with a yawn. “Now I just want sleep.”

“And not me?” He smirks as he yanks on his pajama bottoms. “Should I feel insulted?”

She shakes her head, dark hair fanning on the pillow. “You, tomorrow,” she murmurs. “Sleep now.”

He chuckles. “So insistent.” He steps into the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth, and once he’s done he climbs into bed, wrapping an arm around her.

“Mmph.” She turns to face him. “You’re cold.”

He grimaces.

“Were you dimension hopping again?”

He offers her a smile. “Yes?”

“You know you have to do it in moderation, Nini,” she says, tracing the line of his jaw with her hand. “You don’t want to come close to burnout again.”

“I know, love,” he responds, catching her hand between his. “I’m being extra careful. But it was important today.”

“Right.” She smiles. “The holiday check.”

He brushes a hand over her hair. “You know me too well.”

“And?”

“They’re all doing well. Well, as well as they can be. All surrounded by love and

support.” He smiles as he reflects on his night, especially the couple who decided to start a family and the seven men who created their own family. “They’ve all found their families.”

“Good.” She gives him a soft smile. “That’s all you’ve wanted for them.”

He presses his lips to her forehead. “Everyone deserves the chance to find them,” he says. “I got my chance, you got your chance, and now this group have as well.”

“And tomorrow you’ll start again,” she murmurs, resting her head on his chest.

“That I will.” He exhales, feeling the fog of sleep start to creep over him as he relaxes into the warmth of his bed and the warmth of her body next to him. “Sleep well, love.”

“You too, Jongin,” is the last thing he hears before it claims him.

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