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Three Times is Perfect

Male Reader x Haerin x Minji

Tags: 7k, first time, creampie, oral, threesome, tw

The story is not ours; we are simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

“Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up for when I see you tomorrow 😘”

Minji attached a video. It was taken right before we were going to be separated for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest to her perky tits that were crowned by stiff nipples. The video kept going down, showing her taut, flat stomach and the perfectly smooth shaved pussy.

Further down, I could see her pussy lips welcoming my cock over and over again accompanied by a wet sound.

Behind the camera, I could hear myself saying in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Minji, I’m about to cum.”

“Just cum inside me,” Minji moaned. “Cum in me...”

The video shows me bottoming her out as far as possible, before emptying a week’s worth of cum into her pussy. Minji moaned off-camera as I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, allowing the cum to spill out of her, it’s overflowing. I paused the video.

“Come on,” I typed back.

“That is not fair. You’re making it difficult for me to stick to our agreement.”

I must admit that quitting masturbation for weeks was more difficult than I expected. But the girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Knowing the pent up passion will make my first time fucking her in weeks even better.

Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our entire group of friends decided to take a vacation at Yejun’s family’s home in Jeju before starting our summer jobs, and Minji needed to visit family, so she was only coming for the last leg of the trip.

“Only 16 more hours,” Minji texted back. “I get in late tonight.”

“Wake me up when you do,” I replied.

“I’ve got a few ideas.” She attached another picture, this time of herself with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy.

“Too much teasing and it’s only 9 a.m. - I’m blocking you” I joked, before hearing a knock at the door.

“One sec.” I called out, before texting Minji: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down, then yelled to the door “Come in!”

Haerin stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic attire. She took in the room, frowning.

“We’ve only been here one night and your room already look like garbage dump.”

Kang Haerin. My childhood friend grew up two houses from me. We both went to the same college, which was several states away from our hometown, and we remained good friends. However, I can’t say no one asked about me and Haerin, since we’re really that close.

She was undeniably beautiful. I wonder how she can be her while I’m just… me? God really has a favorite.

Though many of our friends say that Haerin has a cat-like personality. That’s right, ‘a cat’ as in small domestic animals covered with fur. See, I'm not sure where they got that idea.

Watching her grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never particularly romantic, which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Minji, and Haerin was dating Yejun.

“You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said.

I stealthily tucked my erection into my waistband and stood up, brushing past her to grab one of the shirts from the ground to put it on.

“You’re horrible,” Haerin said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating.”

“Should I pack a hat?”

“I don’t know. Yejun said there was a chance of rain. Can I check the weather from your phone?”

“Sure.”

Haerin picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously “Waaaa, Sorry, Sorry!”

“What?” I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Minji had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: “Don’t tire yourself out too much.” Haerin had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my cock stretching out her friend’s pussy.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that would be up on my phone,” I said, embarrassed. “Minji’s been... sending me stuff in preparation for her arrival tonight.”

“Oh, yeah- no, I get it.” Haerin blushed even deeper, then paused. “I- I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.”

“No, of course.” I said.

She looked more flustered than I had seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I- I’ll just check the weather on my phone,” Haerin said, rushing out of my room.

Given that she was dating Yejun, I assumed she had overcome her embarrassment and shame about sex, but she was still fairly innocent. However, she had just been surprised with a close-up photo of her two friends having sex, so who wouldn’t be embarrassed?

—

Despite the late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me awake for the hike. Our other friends were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their rapid pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent the majority of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist my ankle at any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, toned, slender legs to Haerin’s ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Yejun.

I shake my head. Clearly, a combination of Minji’s teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had transformed me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.

We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Yejun pulled me aside.

“Can I ask you something? It’s about Haerin.”

“What’s up?” I thought Haerin had told him about the picture she’d seen of Minji and me and I was ready to apologize.

“Haerin and I have been dating for like eight months now, and...” he paused, a little awkward. “I know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but I’m just gonna say it: I kinda thought we’d be doing more, sexually, by now. All we’ve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.”

Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. I don’t know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didn’t realize was there, felt a flash of... something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried to kept my face straight as he went on.

“She’s said she’s waiting to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think she’d want to do anything more than just make out and dry hump? Not just for me. I’d like to make her... finish, you know.”

“I haven’t talked with her about it, it’s not the sort of thing we discuss.” I said, truthfully.

“Do you know if she’s ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?” He asked.

“What previous boyfriends?”

Haerin had never dated anyone seriously before Yejun. Hell, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that she’d talk about having crushes on boys, but when I’d tell her to do something, she’d refuse.

“If I were you, I’d just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before she’s ready.” I added.

On the way back down the mountain I watched Haerin with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture - she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldn’t be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.

By the end of the hike, we were all soaked in sweat. Haerin pulled up her shirt to mop her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra… I felt another pang somewhere in my stomach…surprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, a little too late.

Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Minji wouldn’t return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.

—

“Well, I’m gonna head to bed,” Yejun said, getting up. It was late at night and we’d put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Yejun, and Haerin, who’d seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.

“I’ll be right there,” Haerin said, as Yejun wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. “T minus two hours until Minji gets here. Are you excited?”

“Of course. I miss her a lot.”

“I mean, are you... excited?” Haerin said, gesturing down at my crotch.

“Hahaha,” I said sarcastically.

Haerin sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing it, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasn’t wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a small dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie pussy. Of course she wasn’t shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. She’d never even had sex.

“I guess she hasn’t been too far away, considering all those pictures,” Haerin said.

She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her small bush, and through it, her neat pussy lips.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to see that.” I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her pussy.

“No, I liked it,” Haerin said. “The wifi’s terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it off from the two of you.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I joked.

“Is there?”

I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. We’d both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didn’t usually speak this brazenly.

“Yeah. Videos, too.”

Haerin’s face was now as flushed as mine, is she’s serious?

“Can I see it?”

“Should I airdrop them?”

Haerin stood up and walked across the room to mine. My heart started to beat fast. I couldn’t stand up, because I was so hard.

“Show me.”

I opened my phone, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I pulled up the picture she’d seen, the close-up of Minji’s pussy with my bare cock drilling into it.

“Really?” I asked.

Haerin nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her.

“I’ve already seen this one,” she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one -- the video of me and Minji, paused with the cum trickling out of her pussy, her tits and face in the shot.

“Where are you?”

I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing noise of me and Minji fucking, then her moaning. Haerin’s mouth was half-open as she watched.

“Fuck, Minji, I’m about to cum.” At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Minji wouldn’t want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Haerin to see my dick? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t show you that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Haerin muttered. “It’s… hot. I have a thing for small dicks.”

I looked up at her. She was grinning. We both burst into laughter.

“Oh, you…” I said, leaping up to grab her. She shrieked and tried to make an escape, but I grabbed her and tackled her, tickling her, onto the couch. We were both laughing. Only when I paused for breath did I realize what a bad idea that had been. I was still completely hard, and was only wearing my boxers.

From beneath me, Haerin tickled me back, and I grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from tickling me.

The rest of it happened fast. I was on top of her, hard, and somewhere in the maneuvering, my cock must have slipped out of the hole in my boxers. I knew that reaching down to fix the situation would immediately make it clear to her what had happened, so I tried to keep her pinned, unable to look down. That was my undoing -- Haerin spread her legs, trying to get them around me for some reason.

All of a sudden, as she did, I felt my cock press up through the leg of her baggy shorts, against her mound. She gasped in surprise, moving her lower body back, but all that did was make my cock slip down, nestling into the hot wetness between her pussy lips. It happened so fast I didn’t even think about the fact that she was dripping wet.

“Is that your…” Haerin started to ask, trying to reposition herself.

Then I felt my cockhead slipped inside her opening. We both froze. I looked down. Her pussy lips were stretched around my cock. I didn’t even have time to think about how amazing her pussy looked -- how long I’d wondered what it would look like, what she’d feel like. Though I was only a few inches into her, it was almost too much for me.

“Y- You’re... inside me.” Her voice quavered.

It happened in such slow motion that the freeze-frame image of Haerin below me, looking down in open-mouth surprise at her shorts pulled to the side, her wet pussy clenching my bare cock is imprinted on my mind, though the moment only lasted a second or two.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to...”

“No… I- I wasn’t wearing panties, it’s my...” She trailed off, her breath ragged.

The moment felt like a dream. Neither of us was moving to pull apart. My cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped as I felt her pussy clench. She was getting wetter, somehow. Involuntarily, I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself as deep into her scalding hot pussy as it could.

“Wait…” she said, her voice soft and strained.

“Don’t-” Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered, and her legs which still around my back, pushed me deeper into her. I bottomed her out, God her pussy is sooo tight.

Haerin was small, but she could take my whole length buried snugly inside her. Then she came, hard, trying to stifle her own moans while her pussy clenched around my cock.

“Anhh- fuck I’m…cumming...” Haerin whimpered.

Her body jerked, and she wrapped her arms around mine, pushing our bodies together. Her pussy felt too tight. I wasn’t going to last, especially after three weeks of no sex or masturbation. I was bare inside of her, I couldn’t cum in her. With the last ounce of my willpower, I tried to pull out.

“Haerin, I’m gonna…”

I only made it halfway. Haerin, who was still shuddering in orgasm, firmly pulled me back into her. That feeling of sliding my entire length back into her tight pussy was the end of it. I felt my cock swelling up, before I came hard, deep inside her.

As my cock jerked, shooting cum against the back walls of her pussy, her eyes snapped open. She could feel my warmth splashing into her.

“No, no, I’m not…oohhh…”

She writhed in orgasm again, while I emptied weeks’ worth of cum into her. Any thought of trying to pull out was forgotten. All I wanted to do was bury into her and fill her up. I came and came. Each jerk of my cock within her drew another small moan from her. Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter than any I had ever experienced.

“Oh my god....” she moaned softly.

I slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. We stayed like that for a while, until the last jerks of my cock and the last of her small shudders subsided, indicating that we’d ridden out our climaxes.

I lifted my head to look at her. She was beautiful- wide brown eyes, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess on her sweaty forehead. Through her white sleep shirt, I could see the outlines of her areolae and the tiny tents of her nipples. We looked at each other for quite a while, faces close together, then she shook her head in wonder.

“I can’t believe that just happened.”

Haerin looked down on our connection, where my cock was still buried inside her. Her pussy was overflowing with our mixed love juice, dripping and creaming around my cock.

“You cum inside me…” she said, quietly.

“I- I’m so sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, I stopped you from pulling out. I... I’ve never cum that hard before. It was… really good, I didn’t want it to end.”

“Me neither,” I said, and she let out a small laugh. As she did, her pussy squeezed me, milking another drop of cum from me.

I breathed out and lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Haerin with a soft squishing noise. My cum dripped out from between her legs, and she reached down to catch it with her fingers. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you always... cum this much? How does Minji take it all?”

The mere mention of Minji twisted my insides. “Oh, god…”

“Don’t feel bad. It was an accident.” Haerin was still on her back, legs spread, looking up at me, making no effort whatsoever to conceal her small, hairy, freshly fucked pussy. It was a beautiful sight.

“Yeah, An accident.” I said.

“No need to explain to either Minji or Yejun why you took your best friend’s virginity and pumped her pussy full of cum, especially when it wasn’t on purpose.”

“Oh fuck- Haerin, I…” In the rush of sensations, I had completely forgotten that I had taken her virginity.

She finally stood, barely reaching my collarbone. I couldn’t read her expression. Then she just pulled off her shirt, revealing her beautiful round, petite breasts that sat high on her chest, with brown nipples that looked perfect on her small tits. She slid her shorts down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. A line of cum is dripping down her legs.

“I’m going to need to shower.” She looked dead serious.

I couldn’t tell if she was angry, confused, sad, or… I was horrified to think I’d just ruined one of my longest friendships.

“Haerin, I…”

“Come join me.”

She took a step toward me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back. In my dazed state, I hadn’t tucked my cock back into my boxers, and it was pressing into her mound. I was still wet from our combined juices. Haerin looked up at me. Tentatively as if we hadn’t just fucked, I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a spark of passion, we kissed with an open mouth as our tongues probing hungrily for each other, And as if it had been forever. Finally, we broke apart.

“Losing virginity to your best friend, that was the best way to lose my virginity I could have ever asked for.”

Haerin took my hand and led us to the bathroom before locking the door behind us.

“Never know when Yejun will be back,” she said softly.

Haerin turned on the shower. Undressing myself as I watched her outline in the mirror, her incredible ass, tight and perfect for her frame, and that pristine lips between her legs. She shivered after splashing water on her breasts to test their warmth.

“This place takes forever to turn on the hot water,” Haerin said.

I was zooning out, naked, half-hard, staring at her. “What?”

“Oh- just trying to figure out where we’re going from here.” I added.

“Don’t overthinking it. We will always love each other. One accident won’t change that. Besides, there’s something poetic about losing your virginity to the same person you had your first kiss with. Someone you can really trust.”

As she spoke, she stood close to me in this small bathroom. It was surreal having this conversation with your best friend, not to mention that both of us naked, having just fucked, cum still dripping out of her pussy. I started to get hard again, cursing myself for being this horny.

“Wow,” she said, looking down at my crotch.

“Already? You are insatiable.”

“I’ve just been wondering how you look naked, and here you are. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

Haerin grabbed my cock with her slender hand.

“Why do you think I wanted to shower with you?”

She got down on her knees, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and her small mouth half-open. Slowly but surely, she reached out her tongue to lick my tip. A strand of our mixed juice trailed from her tongue.

“Haerin…”

“I’ve never given a blowjob, either,” she said thoughtfully, working her hands up and down my shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue.

“I assumed it would happen before I had sex. I definitely didn’t think I’d be licking my own cum off a cock that had just finished inside me,” she said.

She parted her lips and enveloped my cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my shaft several times, cleaning her pussy juices and mine off with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking up at me while continued to jerk my cock.

“I can’t tell if this is you or me, but wow, we taste really good together.”

Before I could answer, she closed her lips around me again, gradually finding a rhythm as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Haerin’s hair is a mess, sucking her best friend cock, her nipples protruded proudly from her pert breast. Her mouth felt almost as amazing as her pussy, and I soon found myself swelling with anticipation. She clearly felt it too as she took me out of her mouth and asked…

“Would you rather cum in my mouth or in my pussy?”

It was strange to hear her, the innocent, sweet, nerdy Haerin, talk like this.

“I didn’t realize you liked talking dirty.”

“You know me,” she said, smiling. “I’m a detail-oriented person.” She continued on sucking, demonstrating a surprising skill despite the fact that it’s her first time giving a blowjob.

She looked up at me and repeated her question.

“So, in my mouth or in my pussy?”

“Honestly I want to do both, but you know me, always indecisive… and God… it’s hard to think with your mouth is on me.”

Haerin stood up as the bathroom started to steam up.

“Think the water’s warm enough?” She asked, grinning.

She pulled me into the shower and our bodies intertwined under the water. I grabbed and kissed her hungrily, working my hands down her breasts, to her side, to her tight ass, pulling her close to me and pressing my cock against her. She lifted her leg onto the side of the bathtub, spreading herself to me. I got down on my knees and pressed my lips against her slit. She moaned in pleasure, but she turned my head, forcing me to look up at her.

“You don’t have to. I… I haven’t shaved.”

“I don’t care about that. Besides, Minji isn’t either.”

“Yeah,” Haerin said, inhaling as I planted a kiss on her nether lips. “I’ve seen the evidence…anhhh” Small moan escapes her lips.

“I want to taste you…”

That was the last word I said before I sank my tongue into her folds, working my way up to her clit and then back down, slowly. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly in and out as I sucked and licked her clit. I’ve always loved the taste of pussy, and Haerin’s was no exception. As I finger-fucked her, I switched the up and down motion with my tongue to a circular motion, right on her clit.

“Enhhh god, please… just like that,” she whimpered.

“You’re gonna make me cum again... ahhh”

I kept up exactly like that, furiously tonguing her clit and driving my finger in and out of her. Her breath became heavier, and she pushed herself towards me, grinding hard against my mouth. I savored the taste of her tangy opening as she approached her second orgasm of the day.

Finally, with a great heaving sigh and a jerk of her body, she came. While her first orgasms had been hard and all-consuming, but relatively short, this one lasted longer, crashing like a slow wave. I held my mouth to her pussy and continued what I was doing until she stopped thrashing. She lifted me up and kissed me passionately.

“So, what do I taste like?” She asked smilingly.

“Hmm, you taste really good Haerin”

“Have you ever tried lemon zest?” I added.

“Mmm”

“You taste just like that,” I said, grinning.

She stood there for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then she slapped my hand playfully, and we both burst out laughing.

I kissed her again, silencing her protest. She felt my cock nuzzled at her opening. She reached down and pump it up and down, stroking it up and down in a slow motion, we broke our embrace and she looked up at me. Water cascading down her breasts and dripping off her nipples.

“You didn’t cum in my mouth, and it seems that your dick made the choice for you. In my pussy it is.”

“Haerin. Once is an accident, twice is a choice,”

“Just for tonight, kay? I need you in me.” She said softly.

I slowly began to push in through her tight pussy lips, a thought crossed my mind and I looked at her.

“You’re not on birth control, are you?” She shook her head, kissing me again and spread her legs wider so I could go deeper into her. And deeper it went, I began to push deeper, faster, and harder over and over again as her pussy stretching to accommodate its intruder.

“I could have sworn you got bigger just now,” she whispered, a small moan escapes her lips with every thrust.

“Maybe I like cumming inside you without protection.”

“Ehm yeah? maybe I like that, too… Ahh”

I looked down at our connection, how her perfect lips split open by my grith. She was so unbelievably silky and wet, the perfect pussy that I would ravage forever if I had the chance. And I was bare inside her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pussy or her petite breasts, barely moving as I bottomed out in her again and again.

“Can I ask you something?” she panted between strokes.

“What?”

“Who... who feels better? Who do you like fucking more? Me or Minji?”

“That’s not fair,” I said. “Look who I’m inside of right now.”

Talking about Minji while fucking Haerin emphasized the forbidden feeling of it all. I could feel another orgasm rushing on, so I closed my eyes and tried to delay it.

“But if you had to say. And you can be honest.” She said.

“When I fuck Minji,” I said, slowing down my frantic thrusting.

“It’s amazing. She has the most incredible body, experienced, and knows exactly what to do to get me to cum. Sometimes I just enjoy burying myself in her pussy and feeling all of her around me”

“God, Haerin, you are so tight…” I stopped, holding my throbbing cock as far into her as it would go. Her eyes were mostly closed, savoring the feeling.

“Sometimes when I finish in her, she’ll reach down and taste me. Which just gets me going again. I have filled her up every different way. Just about every time you’ve seen her, she’s been full of me.” Haerin moaned at this, clenching me inside her.

“But you… it’s a whole different thing, fuck…” I growled.

I started to build up the pace, gripping her tighter as I pound her faster. Haerin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

We froze.

“Haerin? Are you in there?”

It was Yejun. He sounded tired. Haerin looked at me, unsure what to do.

“Nghh…yeah,” she called out. “I’m almost done.”

“Why are you showering this late?”

I could hear the wet squelch of her pussy even over the rushing water of the shower as I slid my cock in and out of her. She struggled to maintain her voice even as she responded.

“I- I was feeling… a little dirty…mmhh”

“Are you okay babe?” Yejun asked.

“Hmm… yeah… I- I just need a moment- nghh…”

I couldn’t hold out much longer. I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her “I’m going to cum.”

“Don’t cum too much,” Haerin warned in a low voice, pausing to gasp as I bottomed out in her. “You’re still going to need some for Minji tonight.”

“I’d rather use it all up in you.”

“Alright, I’m going to sleep,” Yejun said from outside.

He had no idea I was fucking his girlfriend for the second time ever, readying to burst my cum into her unprotected pussy, again. Haerin maintained eye contact with me as I sank deeper into her.

“I’ll come soon,” Haerin shouted to him, in a voice that I was sure sounded like she was being fucked. I looked down at her naked body, taking in the sight of her pink ravaged pussy and her firm tits, my thrusts increasing in intensity.

“Haerin…” That was all I could groan out before I pulled her tightly as I buried my cock as deep as it could go into her and burst my second load, painting her wall white as far as it could reach. I’m sure her womb is full of those small tadpoles by now.

Last time had been incredible for its novelty, but it had all happened so fast that I didn’t take it all in. This time, I looked down at her, eyes wide open in pleasure as she felt the warm of cum quickly filling her up. I pulled out halfway and pushed in again, watching, satisfied, as a glob of cum was pushed out around my cock, painting her lips white.

Haerin held me hard, flinching as she came down from her orgasm, while I fucked my last drops of cum into her. I was as far up her pussy as I could go and there was nothing between us. I looked down at her cum-filled pussy split open as I pulled out. Cum poured out of her and onto the floor of the shower.

She inserted two fingers into herself and pulled them out, covered in cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and let me watch as she licked them clean.

“Better than Minji?” She asked with a low voice. In response, I leaned in to kiss her, our two tastes mingling as our lips met.

We toweled off quickly and went our separate ways after one last kiss. The last thing I thought before falling asleep was “I hope we did a good enough job washing each other off and -- out of ourselves.

—

I woke up the next morning, groggily taking in my surroundings, it was sunny in my room. Minji’s bag was on the desk. I realized Minji must have gotten in and not woke me up, or worse, she’d tried to wake me up and I’d been too tired. Then I felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock, which was rapidly hardening. I Recognize Minji’s incredible lips as she looked up at me, smiling around my cock.

“Good morning!” She was topless, her breasts hanging down enticingly.

“I’m so sorry, I was really sleepy last night” I said.

Minji ran her tongue up the length of my cock, slowly and thoughtfully. “You know you talk in your sleep, right?”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, usually you don’t, but you must have been very tired.” She punctuated her sentences with slow licks on my cock. “See, when I came in and got naked and tried to wake you up, you said the darnedest thing.”

Minji buried my cock in her mouth, deepthroating me until her nose was pressed against my pubic bone before pulling back out, lines of spit connecting her mouth to my shaft. I looked down at her, puzzled.

“Right around the time I got you into my mouth, you looked at me and said, A third time in one night.” As she said that, my stomach clenched

She climbed up the bed, angling my cock in between her folds. “I didn’t know what that meant, but then you said, If we keep this up, Haerin, I’ll have no cum left for Minji.” She sat down on my still-wet cock, letting me bury myself into her velvety pussy.

“At first, I thought it might just be a wet dream. But then I tasted your cock and wouldn’t you know it, I could swear you tasted... different.” She lifted off of me, angling my cock into her for maximum tightness, then slowly inched back down. My head was filled with competing emotions; I was turned on, guilty, horrified, and excited all at once.

“Minji…”

“Did you fuck Haerin?”

I didn’t know what to do or say, besides… “I’m sorry...”

She sped up on top of me, working my cock inside her as only she knew how. “I thought she was a virgin.”

“She... she was. The first time was an accident,” I regretted and cursed myself. After these words left my mouth. Why the hell did I have to say ‘the first time?’

“The first time was an accident huh...and the second?”

“It was- less of an accident…” This was crazy. What was going one? She didn’t seem to be mad, asking the questions in a matter-of-fact tone, as if we were having a simple conversation while I was fucking her.

“I’m guessing you didn’t wear a condom based on the taste she left on you.” I shook my head slowly. “Lucky her. She loses her virginity by having raw sex with her best friend. Did you cum inside her?”

I nodded. My cock throbbed inside Minji, edging closer to orgasm. We both felt it. She kept her pace, sliding her perfect pussy up and down my cock.

“She got three weeks’ worth of your cum. Was her pussy... overflowing?” she asked, again.

All I could do was nod, getting closer to my own orgasm, what the hell with all these questions anyway?

“Are you thinking about it right now? Picturing how she looked?”

“It’s- hard not to, when you asking about it… nghh fuck Minji”

“Are you gonna cum in me while thinking about Haerin?

In response, I pushed all the way into Minji and emptied the cum I had left up her pulsing canal. She moaned louder, grinding her clit hard against mine, and she cummed too. I held Minji close as my cock emptying itself inside her.

I noticed a movement near the door.

Haerin stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the spot where Minji and I were joined: Minji on top in a cowgirl position, legs spread, my cock splitting her open with her ass facing the door. Haerin could see our connection where I was bottoming out deep insider her friend.

Minji saw where I was looking and turned around to see Haerin. Haerin flushed and backed away from the doorway, but Minji called out to her, “You can come in.” After a brief moment, Haerin’s head reappeared, beet-red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Mean to what?” Minji cut her off.

I was still hard inside Minji and I could feel drops of our cum running down creaming my shaft. Haerin tried hard not to look at it, but failed, miserably.

“You didn’t mean to watch, or you didn’t mean to fuck my boyfriend and take all his cum like a little slut?”

Haerin said nothing, mortified. I didn’t know what to say, either. Minji beckoned Haerin over to the bed, and she came hesitantly. She was wearing the same sleep shirt as last night, and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through it, maybe aroused by this all.

“Did you like watching us?” Minji asked and Haerin just nodded.

“Say it.”

“I liked watching,” Haerin said timidly.

“You liked watching what?”

Haerin swallowed nervously. “All of it. I liked... watching you... suck him off. I liked watching your pussy being pounded by him. I liked- watching… his cumming inside you.”

I was surprised to hear Haerin say that. The submissive side of her had taken over.

“Come here, you little slut.” Minji commanded.

Haerin got onto the bed, following her order. “Now I want you to taste our connection.” Haerin looked confused, so Minji clarified “Taste the place where he’s entering me.”

I was still rock-hard between Minji's lips. Haerin slid between my legs, looking directly at Minji's supple, round ass cheeks and her trimmed pussy around my cock. She tentatively reach oud her tongue to the underside of my cock. Slowly, she ran it up my shaft, gathering cum and Minji's cream on her tongue before reaching Minji's stretched pussy lips. She licked them up and around my cock, allowing me to feel her tongue on every pass. Minji breathed out slowly, clearly enjoying it.

“Now I want you to take him out of me and clean him off,” Minji said.

Haerin slowly reached out to grab my cock, which was slick with Minji's juices and my cum, and withdrew it from Minji with a soft squish. More of cum dripped on my cock. Haerin opened her mouth and leaned down take me in her mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” Minji said. “Keep it in your mouth.”

Haerin bobbed her head up and down, deliberately licking and sucking the wetness off my cock. Directly in front of her nose was Minji’s opening with cum dripping out slowly.

“Now put your mouth on my pussy and put it back in me.”

Haerin couldn’t reply, her mouth full, she looked hesitant. Minji rolled over, spreading her legs in front of Haerin.

“Haven’t you gotten enough of it? Put his cum back inside me.”

I was certain Haerin wouldn’t do it. Fucking me was one thing, eating Minji’s pussy was another. Would this new, submissive Haerin go for it? Still, she was holding the excess cum in her mouth, not swallowing it. She looked caught.

Minji absentmindedly rubbed her clit while waiting. Then, to my surprise, Haerin darted her mouth toward Minji's pussy, pressing her lips against it and reaching out her tongue to let the cum in her mouth dribble back into Minji's waiting hole. Minji moaned in pleasure.

“Keep going... make sure you get it all in...”

Haerin used her tongue to push the cum that had dribbled out of Minji’s pussy back in. She began to fuck Minji with her tongue, in and out of her sopping hole, tasting my cum every time she reached deeper into Minji. Minji closed her eyes, rubbing her nipples with one hand and using the other to press Haerin’s face into her womanhood.

I was rock hard again. Haerin was eating the cum out of Minji’s pussy, or, I guess, putting it back in. Was this a dream?

Minji writhed on the bed as Haerin continued lapping at her, bringing her tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the cum had pooled, to the top, hungrily licking her clit. Minji gasped, her body rocked with waves of orgasm, and still Haerin kept going. I had never seen Minji orgasm from this angle, normally I was part of the process, and it was hot to see her body constrict in pleasure, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut. It was even hotter watching Haerin eat her out.

Finally, Minji pulled Haerin's face away from her, which was wet with spit and our mixed juices. Both girls were panting.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl before?” Minji asked. Haerin shook her head, wiping off her mouth. She looked dazed but horny. “You’re good at it.”

Minji looked over at me, at my cock, which was standing upright. “And after all that, he’s still ready.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” was all I could manage to say.

Minji sat up and pushed Haerin down onto the bed, on her back. Under the sleep shirt, Haerin was wearing a pair of grey panties that were fully soaked through. Minji pulled the panties down, revealing Haerin’s wet, drenched pussy. As Haerin spread her legs, I watched her pussy lips come unglued from each other, revealing pink folds inside.

Minji reached down, into her own pussy, scooping my cum onto her fingers. She reached over and sank those fingers into Haerin’s. She moaned, writhing on the bed.

“You don’t need the extra lubrication,” Minji said, reaching down to spread her wetness over my cock. “But it’ll get you started.”

Minji pulled my cock to Haerin’s opening. I adjusted myself on the bed, getting up so I was supporting myself over Haerin. Minji slowly rubbed my tip up and down Haerin’s sopping lips, before putting me between them. Haerin cooed in pleasure.

“Show me how you fucked her.”

As I sank into Haerin for the third time, I looked over at Minji. My girlfriend was watching with rapt attention as I bottomed out in Haerin’s pussy. Then I looked at Haerin, who stared up at me with wide eyes. My longtime best friend, the girl I adored, was open beneath me.

“Fill me up again,” Haerin whispered.

“Once is an accident, twice is a choice, but three times?” I asked.

“Three times is perfect.”

[blossomwritesthings]

Hyunjin sickfic when. *folds arms waiting patiently* 🤭

I love your writing sm I’m gonna cry

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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hospital visit. this one's got angst in it. reader is sick (with a sprained ankle). hyunjin is worried af, as he should be lmao. reader has low self-esteem w/her dancing abilities, and has difficulty opening up about how she truly feels. pet names (affectionately). toothe-rotting fluff.

word count: 6.3k (yikes got carried away with this one wtf)

summary: it's been proving to be very difficult to keep the dance class that you take three times a week a secret from your boyfriend hyunjin. and the lies only become even harder to tell when you suddenly hurt your foot during class one night.

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The dance class was supposed to remain a secret. No one - not even your boyfriend Hyunjin - was supposed to know that you were taking it until it was long over in the summer. By the end of the class, you hoped that your skills would improve immensely and that you’d be able to join your boyfriend in the studio some time to dance with him. 

 But unfortunately, those grand plans all came to a halt late one Friday night. 

 When you were practicing a certain twirl that had been giving you a hard time for the past week. For some reason, one of the laces of your sneakers had come undone. And this prompted you to trip over it when you suddenly came out of the spin. 

 You landed on the ground in a heap of limbs, clenching down hard on your jaw at the feel of a sharp pain shooting through your left ankle. The ache was agonizing, and it took everything in you to not scream out in anguish at the feeling that had quickly exploded inside your ankle. 

 Soon, your classmates rushed over and helped you off of the floor and onto a nearby bench, where your teacher took a look at your foot.

 “It doesn’t look too bad, it’s just a bit swollen from the impact,” she said, peering up at you, a sheen of sweat glistening across her exposed forehead. It was sweltering in the practice room at the gym where you were taking the lessons, and everyone crowding around you was out of breath from the routine that the class had been practicing tirelessly for the last month or so. “I’d advise you to keep off of it as much as you can for the next few days and ice it every night. Don’t come into class Monday and instead give it a rest, and it should be better by the next session on Wednesday.” Your teacher instructed you, before giving your knee a gentle squeeze and going back to a group of students who needed her advice on a certain move. You had class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday late in the night, but surprisingly, the sessions were always packed with wannabe dancers, even late into the night. It just proved how many people desperately wanted to become better dancers. And you were one of those ‘people.’ 

 “Can you make it to your car alone?” One of your classmates asked. You looked up at Yejun, offering her a smile that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. You had met her soon after you started the class, and the two of you had grown closer over the past few months. 

 But no one knew who you were dating - who your boyfriend of three years was. They couldn’t know, otherwise, that would jeopardize everything Hyunjin did for work and your entire livelihood. So, you mostly stayed silent about the intimate details of your personal life with everyone else and opted to talk about the surface-level things in your life.

 “Yeah, I don’t think I can do it,” you laughed in a humorless kind of way. Without another word, Yejun was picking up the large duffle bag that you always brought with you to practice. Then, she was slipping an arm around your waist and leading you out of class and through the spacious gym. It was still relatively busy even for it being so late in the night on a Friday.

 “You promise that you’re gonna rest?” She rose a black, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way as you shuffled out of the main doors of the gym. 

 And even though you had only known her for a few months, she could get a pretty good read on you. How you didn’t like asking people for help and how you tended to bottle things up all of the time. You had done such a thing since you were a very little girl, and you supposed there was no changing the way your mind was built. Even still, this aspect of your personality drove Hyunjin insane. He’d pry and pry and pry for you to tell him what was truly wrong with you, and it’d take more than just a few kisses and gentle words to finally get you to talk. It didn’t matter who you were with - who you were talking to - you just… couldn’t talk about really personal stuff most of the time. 

 “Yeah, yeah- I’ll rest all this weekend.” You rolled your eyes at Yejun as you stopped just in front of your car. You pulled out your keys, unlocking the doors before throwing your duffle bag into the backseat. 

 “Okay, well… drive safe and take it easy, yeah?” She mumbled, pulling you into a gentle hug, and you gave her a quick pat on the back before pulling away. “See you on Wednesday?” 

 You flashed her a playful wink, “Sure thing!” You waved her off as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car. Your friend returned the gesture before she turned around and jogged back into the gym. 

 As soon as she was out of sight, you let out the moan of misery that you had been holding in for the last few minutes. The pain seemed to shoot through your ankle in quick increments, traveling up the length of your leg and pooling in your knee. 

 Holding onto the steering wheel with a death-like grip, you took a few deep breaths. The ache wouldn’t be this bad forever. You just needed to ice it. Just follow what your teacher told you to do, and you’ll be fine. You said all of these things and more to yourself inside your head as you turned your key in the car's socket and the car’s ignition roared to light. 

 Just get home and get in bed, and then everything will be alright. 

 But everything was not alright. 

 This was made so apparent when you stood in front of your apartment door and the remembrance dawned on you that Hyunjin had the entire weekend off. So that meant that he would be home earlier than he usually would be on a Friday night. And since it was a quarter-past-eleven at night, he was sure to be home.

 Fuck. 

 It had already been an entire production getting out of your car and into your apartment’s elevator, what with your limping form and all. But now you had to face your very own boyfriend, who wasn’t even aware that you were taking a dance class in the first place. You wanted it to be a surprise for him. You had always been self-conscious about your dance skills ever since you were a little girl. 

  And then you went ahead and started dating one of the best dancers in all of the Kpop industry. As a consequence, your self-esteem in the dancing department tanked astonishingly low. You’d regularly join Hyunjin in the studio late at night at the company, and sometimes he’d try to teach you some of Stray Kids choreo. But most of the time, you made a complete fool of yourself, and instead opted to just watch him from the sidelines. Watch in silence, offering praise when you could, about how perfect his angles were, how amazing his technique was, and how his flow and rhythm were impeccable with the music. 

 Meanwhile, deep inside your mind, you were playing the same thought over and over again; why can’t you just be a better dancer like him? Why can you just not suck at it, for once in your damn life? He probably thinks your horrible, and he’s right… no wonder why he stopped offering you teach you. 

 But in the new year, finally feeling fed up from always feeling shitty when your boyfriend would show you a video of his dance practices, or when you’d watch him in the studio, you decided to sign up for the beginner's contemporary dance class at your local gym. 

 It was daunting, at first, to go by yourself without knowing anyone there, but soon, you got used to the feeling and genuinely started to enjoy your time spend in the studio. It was hard work, that was for sure, but you liked the idea of finally finishing it in the early spring and then surprising your amazingly-talented dancer boyfriend with the choreo that you had learned and practiced tirelessly for the past few months, unbeknownst to him. 

 To keep the class a secret from Hyunjin, you had lied and told him that you were going to the local gym and lifting weights. And it wasn’t a complete lie, because technically, you were at the gym. You just weren’t lifting any weights. 

 Nevertheless, Hyunjin had been hesitant about the idea. Especially since you would be coming and going so late at night. At first, he had protested against it because of how many creeps could be hanging around the gym that late at night. He didn’t want you willingly putting yourself in any danger from being out so late alone. But, after much negotiation and pleading on your part, you had managed to convince him to be okay with it. And then, you were off… attending the class three times a week and absorbing the lessons like a little ocean sponge out in deep sea waters. 

 You gathered up all of the courage you still had inside of you as you shuffled across the apartment’s threshold. A couple of the lights were left on in the living room, and dim classical music was filtering out through the nearby room to the right of you. Hyunjin’s art studio. The two of you had chosen this specific apartment to rent out because it offered two bedrooms, and the space that he wanted to make his office had an amazing, large bay window that showcased a huge portion of Seoul's cityscape. The view in there was breathtaking and was the key inspiration for a lot of his recent art pieces. 

 A sigh of relief fled from your lips as you dropped your duffle bag down on the nearby dining room table and made to get some ice for your foot. Your entire body was sticky from your dried sweat, and you longed to hop into the shower for a nice cool-off. Just as soon as you ice your ankle. 

 Just as you were filling up a small plastic bag of ice, you heard a door open behind you. Then, in a few beats, you felt two long arms wrap around your waist from behind. If you weren’t in so much pain at that moment, you would’ve been happy to feel Hyunjin’s presence at your back. But mostly, you just felt exhausted and irritable. And these were two things that didn’t mix well together.

 “Welcome home, sweetheart,” he muttered, as he leaned down with his tall frame to pepper gentle kisses against your shoulder. “How was your workout?” 

 “Fine, I guess.” You said in a slightly-dismissive tone, as you finished filling up your baggie with ice. 

 “And why in the world are you filling up a plastic bag with ice?”

 Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his question. Because in your state of discomfort and exhaustion, you hadn’t thought out the lie that you would have to tell him for why you could barely fucking walk. And you definitely couldn’t tell him to the extent that the pain was at. But there was no getting around the fact that you had hurt yourself, so better to tell a small white lie than ignore it entirely. 

 “I, uh- kinda hurt my foot when I was working out with weights tonight, but I’m okay.” You said, trying to keep your voice light and airy. 

 Immediately as the words fell from your lips, Hyunjin was turning you around. His eyes raked over your face, assessing your neutral expression before flitting down to the rest of your body. Like he’d be able to see any other injuries you hadn’t told him about if he looked hard enough. 

 “Are you sure you’re okay?” His brows were furrowed in worry, the concern blatantly shining in his dark brown eyes. His fingers brushed across your cheek, before tucking a few stray, sweaty strands of your hair behind your ear. 

 You gave him a soft smile, leaning up to ruffle his fluffy, peachy-pink hair a little bit. “Yes babe, I’m fine.” 

 “Then, you should rest and use the ice pack.” 

 You gave him a sardonic grin, “That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped my plans and started to grill me with questions.” 

 He slipped his arms from your hips and reluctantly stepped away from your frame to allow you space to continue your routine. But not before he leaned down into you with his towering form and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. And if your foot didn’t currently hurt like a bitch, you probably would’ve melted into his embrace and let him hold and kiss you for a long time after that. Instead, you just felt like a sweaty ball of painful shit and wanted to hop into bed as soon as possible. 

 “I’ll be in my office if you need anything…” Hyunjin’s delicate voice stayed with you in the kitchen, as he trekked back to the door to his office. 

 You quickly grabbed a kitchen dish towel to use to wrap around your bag of ice. “Alright. I’m going to take a quick shower and then head to bed.” 

 “I’ll be there in a little while,” your boyfriend said, and when you looked up at him, he was giving you this sweet, pure look of devotion. But it was also mixed with a tad bit of unease. He never did like the idea of you being injured in any way. “Try to get some rest, yeah?” 

 “Sure, baby,” you flashed him a wink, “but only if you come to bed relatively early tonight.” It seemed like he was always slipping into bed late these days… curling up behind you well past three in the morning. He proclaimed that it was only because inspiration struck him the strongest late into the night, and while you weren’t one to stand between an artist and their craft, there had to be a better solution for inspiration than ruining his entire sleep schedule.

 “I'll sure try, sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s soft voice followed behind you, as you made your way to your shared bedroom. 

 At least you weren’t the only one who told lies in the relationship. 

 The next day, your foot hurt like a literal bitch all day long. The pain wasn’t too bad after you first woke up, and upon icing it for a little while, it felt somewhat better. But then you went about the apartment doing the chores that you usually did every Saturday, and the discomfort returned tenfold. 

 At one point, it was so bad that when you sat down on the living room couch for a few minutes to give it a rest, you could barely get up again. And when you untucked your sock after lunch, you noticed how your left foot was looking a little… discolored. Some parts of your ankle were grayed, and a tiny bit of swelling was present too. But you had hurt it in dance, so that was to be expected. 

 You tried to hide the agony that you were in from your boyfriend, but being the perceptive man that he was, he automatically picked up on it. After all, he had become attuned over the years to understanding when you were feeling shitty since it took you so long to admit to him how you were feeling. Throughout the day, he’d ask you if you were okay and force you to sit down for a few minutes to ice the hurting foot. 

 But it was after dinner that he finally decided to put his foot down about the whole thing. He had dragged you over to the living room couch, practically throwing you onto the plush cushions before plopping down beside you. 

 “And what gives you the right to think you can throw me around like your own personal rag doll?” You asked, playfulness dripping from your tone. You turned to him and rose a quizzical eyebrow his way as he turned on the tv and flipped through Netflix to find a movie to watch. The usual thing that you two liked to do every Saturday night; was curl up on the couch and get all cozy with each other. The movie nights either ended in one of two ways, cuddling until you both fell asleep right then and there, or making out and soon traveling into the bedroom for a long night of fun. 

 “I’m forcing you to take a break, that’s what I’m doing,” he leveled you with a serious face, a slight frown pulling his mouth downwards. 

 You folded your arms across your chest defensively, “I don’t need a break, babe. I’m fine.” 

 “Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I’ve just been imagining all of the pained faces that you’ve been making all day, or that perpetual furrow in your brow that you always get when you’re holding something in?” Hyunjin said, voice completely flat. Just then he reached out to you, wrapping a long arm around your waist and yanking you close to his side before tucking a fuzzy blanket around the two of you. 

 “I’m not furrowing my brows.” You said defensively, even though you had given up on fighting him any longer. Honestly, you were a little too tired from all of the hurt and activity of the day to care. So you snuggled deeper against him, slinging your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent of fresh linen and sweet roses. “And besides, the apartment needed cleaning. A bad foot wasn’t going to stop me from completing my mission.” You had taken some pain medication soon after lunch, but since it was late into the night, it had worn off. You’d have to take some before you went to bed, but it didn’t seem to help that much, since you had still been in pain even after taking it in the middle of the day.

 “Just shut up and relax, will ya?” Your boyfriend all but grumbled, as he finally selected some random thriller to watch. You hid your smile behind your blanket as you felt him lean down and press a few kisses atop the crown of your head. “Just want you to feel better, my love…” 

 You turned your head up on his shoulder so that you were staring right into his expressive dark-brown eyes. “And I already do feel better just with your kisses alone.” A smirk spread across your mouth, as you leaned into him and your mouths met again in a soft kiss. 

 Your boyfriend motioned with his head to the flashing tv screen in front of the two of you, “Now, let’s focus on the movie so that you can get your mind off of the discomfort.” 

 A few giggles escaped from deep inside of you at his serious tone. He truly did care a lot about you and your well-being. And so that’s why you didn’t want to tell him how bad the pain was. Because you knew that as soon as you told him, he’d get himself all worked up into a tizzy and obsess over your health until you were back to one-hundred-and-twenty percent. Would practically nurse you back to health, ignoring all of his other duties at the company until he could confirm with his own two eyes that his girlfriend was feeling much better than before. 

 So you stayed silent, refraining from revealing to him how much agony you truly were in from your foot alone. You turned your attention to the movie in front of you. 

 And the feel of his long, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing slightly, the comforting sense of his warm body just beside yours, did wonders to the pain. It worked better than any of the medicine in the entire world, and you soon found yourself completely ignoring and forgetting the ache that was shooting through your foot and up into your veins and instead was basking in the feel and smell of your very loving boyfriend. 

 “Sweetheart, do you want to stop and take a rest for a minute?” Hyunjin asked you in a gentle voice the next day. What with it being Sunday and since the two of you were still off from work, you had decided to spend the day out on the town - shopping around. 

 You two had already eaten a sweet breakfast of pastries and coffee at a local cafe and were currently walking the streets of Hongdae, in search of a matching set of hoodies that fit both of your styles perfectly. So far, you had had no luck at the boutiques that you had already searched. The fuzzy hoodies were either too frilly or too plain...

 You shook your head vehemently, “No, I’m fine… don’t worry about me.” But you knew you telling him that would only make him worry even more. Since your foot only hurt even worse when you woke up early that morning. The pain throbbed up your leg now, and it felt like somehow was grasping harshly at your left ankle bone every time you walked on it, rattling the thing bitterly. 

 You were practically limping pathetically at your boyfriend's side, desperate hands clutching at his arm to stop you from completely toppling over into a pile of weak limbs right there. Because that’s what you were feeling at that exact moment; weak. 

 Hyunjin ran a frustrated hand through his peachy-pink locks, an exasperated sigh flooding from his lips, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to us going out today-” He started to grumble beside you. 

 Just then, the two of you stepped over a particular area of sidewalk that was somewhat cracked in the middle. And of course, your left shoe - your bad foot - just had to get caught in the tiny space there. Immediately, your body hurled to the ground as you grasped for your boyfriend. Thankfully, he caught you just in time before you hit the asphalt, pulling you up onto your feet again. 

 And when you stood straight once more, the agony only intensified even more so. Feeling so overwhelmed by it, and so, so weary with sudden despair, a tiny cry escaped past your lips as your legs gave out from underneath you. Toppling onto the ground in a heap of exhaustion, the tears were freely flowing down your cheeks. 

 Hyunjin was already crouching at your side, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Darling, what’s wrong-” He began, the worry seeping from his tone. 

 “It’s hurts, Hyunjin… like, a lot…” You managed to get out in between your sobs. Your vision was blurry from your tears, cheeks warm to the touch at the embarrassment of feeling others' eyes on you as they passed by on the street. 

 But not another word needed to be spoken, as you were soon being lifted into your boyfriend’s arms. And a moment later, he was gently placing you down on a nearby bench. 

 He was then crouching in front of your feet, gently grasping at your left foot and holding it out to him slowly. “Can I take a look at it, sweetheart?” He asked you with all of the tenderness in the world. The look in his eyes then- one of pure apprehension and heartache did something funny to your heart and only made you cry even harder. You nodded your head in silent approval. 

 Heart beating wildly inside your chest, you waited, and watched in bated since, as your boyfriend gingerly slipped off your thin sneaker. With thin, nimble fingers, he slid your baby-blue sock down and off of your foot. 

 And the moment he saw what lay underneath, he gasped audibly. Your foot was steadily turning purple and blue and was swollen all around the ankle. Eyes completely focused on your foot, Hyunjin turned your foot from either side, inspecting it diligently. 

 Finally, after what felt like an eternity of looking at it, he stared up at you with wide eyes. The heartbreaking look in them told you all you needed to know- the way that his lips slightly fell open in his surprise, jaw clenching in anger. “B-Baby, has it looked like this since you got home from the gym on Friday?” His fingers gently swept over the bone that was slightly protruding out to the side near your ankle. 

 The tears had begun to slow down, leaving wet trails down either of your heated cheeks. Sniffling, you meekly nodded your head yes in answer. “Why? Is it that bad?” 

 A deep crease formed between his dark brows, and his blush-pink hair blew in the cool February breeze that suddenly swept across the streets at that moment. “Sweetheart, this looks really- really bad,” his eyes flitted down to your foot again, which he was still holding in one of his palms. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries, and I know the signs… honey, I think you’ve sprained it.” 

 Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach. “W-What? But… how could that be? It’s not like I-” Your voice took on an incredulous tone, but before you could say anything else, your boyfriend was moving your foot again, turning it slightly so that he could slip your sock back on. You hissed in discomfort, biting down hard on your bottom lip to quell the moan that wanted to bubble up and out of you just then. The pain was unbearable. 

 Your boyfriend stood up from the ground, fitting two hands around your waist and helping you rise from the bench. He slipped an arm around your hips, securing you to his side as you slowly began to shuffle down the street, going backward from the way you had just come from. “C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital.” He said, leading you two away from the shops that you had been at for the last few hours. 

 “Hospital? No- that’s not necessary, I just need to… rest at home, that’s all…” Your voice trailed off as another wave of pain throbbed through your tender foot. 

 Hyunjin leveled you with a glare. “It’s either you come with me willingly, or I carry you in my arms bridal style. Either way, you’re fucking going to the hospital.” The way he said the last of his words in that deathly-low tone sent a chill down your spine. Because you knew it all too well since he’d only use it on you when you were being particularly stubborn. And almost always, it was during a time when you weren’t taking any regard for your health, and Hyunjin had to force you to do the things necessary to practically stay alive. 

 “O-Okay…” You whispered. You struggled along beside him, fingers holding on tight to his thick brown winter jacket. “Just… don’t let go?” You stared up at him with big eyes, lip quivering a little bit from the pain of having to walk and put pressure on your bruised foot. 

 “Never, sweetheart.” He brought you closer to him then, practically wrapping both arms around your waist and helping you along the sidewalk as you slowly made your way back to his car. 

 “Well, you have a sprained ankle,” the nurse told you a few hours later. She was a rather short, petite-looking woman, with long, black hair swept up into a tight braid at the back of her head. “You’ll need to diligently rest for the next… four to six weeks. The doctor suggested using an ice pack for twenty minutes a few times a day, to help with the swelling.” 

 After you and Hyunjin had left Hongdae, it was only a matter of time before he found the nearest hospital and checked you into the Emergency Room there. After waiting for a little over an hour, you were finally called back into one of the exam rooms. It merely took the nurse and doctor one look at your ankle to confirm that it was sprained. After the doctor’s assessment, the nurse filed back into the room to hand you some paperwork to fill out. 

 During the entire visit, Hyunjin was sitting beside your hospital bed in a small chair, clutching onto your hand as you awaited the news of your diagnosis. He let out a sigh of relief at the news of it only being a sprain since he had been worrying that it was broken instead. 

 “And don’t walk on it,” the nurse continued, as she handed you a bottle of prescribed high-dosage pain medications. “I understand that it will be difficult to assimilate to a less active lifestyle for some time, but please remember that if you walk on it, doing so can put you at risk for horrible complications in the future and hinder you from achieving a full recovery.” 

 “I understand, thank you so much,” you said, giving her a soft smile as you fit the bottle of pain meds into your nearby purse. Your boyfriend was still clutching onto your hand, fingers squeezing a little too tightly as you positioned yourself back on the bed. 

 "I’ll give you two a few minutes, and then come back to assist you in checking out at the front desk.” The nurse returned your smile and bowed slightly at you and Hyunjin before making her way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. 

 Immediately, your boyfriend turned to you with a deep frown. “And you’ve been walking on a sprained ankle for the past… three days.” He shook his head in disapproval, running a frantic hand through your hair. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand why you do this to yourself- why you do it to me…” 

 Training your focus down at your lap, your fingers absently played with a loose strand from your thick winter sweater. “It’s not like I mean to not tell you stuff. It just… happens.” 

 “And you said you got this from lifting weights at the gym?” 

 His question forced your head to shoot up without you even thinking about it, eyes locking with his as he sat just beside you in his tiny vinyl chair. “Y-Yeah… I must’ve used the barbell wrong or something.” You laughed a little anxiously, heart beating painfully against your ribcage. 

 Because he couldn’t find out. It was downright embarrassing to think about him knowing you had been taking dance classes. But you also wanted to keep it a surprise for him, when you eventually performed your routine for him - not like that would happen anytime soon though, since you would be on bed rest for the foreseeable future. 

 Hyunjin brought his hand away from yours then, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, crossing his legs together and giving you a knowing look. “I call bullshit. You don’t get a strained ankle from lifting a few pounds.” 

 “And how do you know that, mister?” 

 “Because I’ve seen the guys get injured from lifting before, but it never has to do with their ankles.” 

 “Well, maybe I’m the exception.” 

 “Cut the crap, sweetheart,” his voice came out a little cold just then, eyes raking over your form, studying your face to gauge your emotions at that moment. “Tell me what happened on Friday night.” 

 The embarrassment overtook you again, and you ripped your eyes from his. Focusing once more on your hands, you twisted the end of your sweater around your fingers. There wasn’t any use in keeping the ruse up any longer. It’s not like you’d be dancing the routine any time soon. So, you finally gave in and confessed to your boyfriend in a quiet mumble. 

 He leaned forward, tilting his body close to yours so that he could hear you better. “I didn’t hear that, love. Speak up.” 

 Clenching your fists in sudden annoyance, you stared at him, already feeling the crimson pooling in your cheeks. “I said- I was taking a dance class, okay?! And I fell and hurt my ankle- the instructor said it would be fine, but obviously, she isn’t a doctor…” 

 Silence filled the entire room after that, and it was charged with equal amounts of confusion and hurt. “Why in the world are you taking a dance class?” 

 “Because- I want to be good at dancing…” You exclaimed, staring into Hyunjin's eyes with what you hoped was a fierce expression. “I fucking suck at it- and- and you’re just so amazing, and I… I wanted to surprise you with a routine that I had learned all on my own. But then, I hurt myself, so that’s never gonna happen now.” 

 “Don’t say that.” 

 “Say what?” You canted your head to the side, watching as the emotions erupted across your boyfriend's face. First, it was anger, that you had kept such a secret from him for so long, then it was sadness, that you had felt the need to prove yourself in any way to him. 

 “Say that you suck at dancing,” he began, as he moved forward and clasped either of your hands in his. He brought them close to his mouth, lips hovering near your skin and pressing a few soft kisses to your knuckles. “You’re great at it, baby, don’t doubt yourself. And I was never amazing right off the bat. It took me a long time and lots of hard work to get where I am today.”

 “Yeah, but some people are just naturally born with it, and I don’t think I am. So… that’s why I was trying to improve.” You shrugged slowly, a zap of energy coursing through your veins each time Hyunjin pressed a fervent kiss against your hands. 

 “Well, I always think that improvement is good. But, there has to be a balance. You can’t simply ignore your health just because you want to get better at something.” Your boyfriend said in a calm voice, the warmth of it vibrating on your flesh and softening some hard part inside of you. “And besides, even if you weren’t born with the gift of dance - which I don’t believe to be true - there are still other gifts that you have that are unique and wonderful to you, baby. You shouldn’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else, for that matter.” 

 You gave him a frown, eyes locked on his mouth that kept nearing your knuckles and pressing kisses there. “I know, but… it’s just hard sometimes, you know? To be dating such a… talented man.” 

 A tiny sound of pain - of heartbreak - fled from Hyunjin’s mouth then, and suddenly, he was pulling you towards him. Fitting his arms around your waist, he squeezed on tight. In an instant, you melted into the touch, burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck and inhaling his calming, sweet scent. 

 “I’m so sorry that you’ve felt like this, sweetheart. I had no idea.” He mumbled close to your ear, imprinting a soft kiss against the exposed skin there. “How can I make it up to you, darling? How can I change things, so that you don’t think so poorly of yourself anymore?” 

 You positioned yourself away from him a tiny bit, offering him a light smile, “Babe, you don’t have to do anything for me. My low self-esteem when it comes to dancing isn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it.” 

 He leaned in, kissing your lips gently. “Yes, but I don’t like the thought of you feeling so down about your abilities…” his voice trailed off into silence, as he contemplated what he could do for you. “I know- I’m going to nurse you back to health, and when your ankle is completely healed, I’ll help you continue learning that dance routine from your class. How does that sound, love?” 

 You kissed him back, hot breaths mingling slightly in the passion of the moment. “I’d like that very much, but… don’t you have your schedules?” 

 Hyunjin waved a nonchalant hand in the air like he didn’t have so many people expecting high standards from him every single day. “I can still help you and do my job, baby- it isn’t rocket science.” 

 You contemplated his idea over in your head. You hadn’t liked him trying to teach you different dances in the past, but perhaps that was because of your issues and not because of his teaching. And now that your struggles with the thing were out in the open, you got the feeling that your boyfriend would be extra careful when teaching you - treat you extra gently when explaining certain moves. 

 “Okay, I like the idea,” you decided, nodding your head slowly in approval. A wide smile cracked across your lips as you stared at his face that was alight with happiness and contentment, “When do we start?” 

 “How does eight weeks from now sound? To give your ankle plenty of time to heal.” 

 Gently carding a few fingers through his light, peachy-pink silky locks, you bent into him, the smile still plastered onto your face as you gave his mouth another kiss which felt like the hundredth one in the last hour. “Sounds perfect.” You said, and soon he was smirking against your lips, before tightening his grip around your hips, yanking you ever closer to his form, and smashing his mouth against yours in a fiery, loving kiss. 

 Fin. 

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Wolfbound [Baekhyun Wolf AU]

Pairing: Alpha!Baekhyun x Omega!OC AU: Wolf/ABO Genres: Romance, Supernatural Warnings: Violence, smut in later chapters Click here to read the first chapter: Link

✨✨✨ The natural hierarchy among werewolves is based on a simple concept. Alphas are the strongest, ruling over betas and omegas, the rarest and weakest wolves in society. Life as an omega is difficult, as Chohee knows from experience. Exposed to the whims of her callous alpha, Yejun, she decides to risk everything in a dangerous escape from his pack, breaking his power over her. She flees through several territories, injured and alone, until a fateful encounter changes her plans. Chohee runs right into her soulmate, Baekhyun, an alpha she fears from the very first moment. When she ends up at Baekhyun’s home, dependent on his protection to survive, the young omega struggles against her fate. She refuses to submit to another alpha, fearing history to repeat itself. A single bite from her soulmate would seal their bond and leave her chained to him forever… ✨✨✨

Author's Note: This is my most recent story concept! If you've read my vampire AU Spellbound, you'll probably enjoy Wolfbound as well. The characters' appearances in this AU are inspired by the Exist photoshoot. <3 I can't wait to explore the alpha/omega dynamic with this fic! I wrote a wolf AU before, but not involving a wolf OC, so this will be interesting. The first chapter is already online and can be read on Asianfanfics: Wolfbound. As usual, I won't post individual chapters of my longer stories on tumblr.

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Jeong Yunho : Sacrifice

Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yeona)

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Synopsis : Yeona is a terrible mother to her son, she always has been. But can she one day fix all that she has done to her son? Will he forgive her? Or is their story going to end in blood and ruins?

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A/n : I’ve poured my heart into this, so this better not be flopping (yes, I’m actively threatening ya’all. I’m kidding, lol). 

Mentions of self-harming, blood, etc. 

Song recc : Džanum by Teya Dora.

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Yeona let out a breath as she threw the packed lunch box onto the table her son was currently eating breakfast at, him looking up at yeona with a small smile before saying softly

Yejun : thank you, eomma.

Yeona looked at him with bored, cold eyes before turning around, walking up the stairs to her room without even saying a goodbye to her son who had to go to school within a few minutes. Yejun sighed, looking back at his plate of burned omelets before clenching his hand against the fork. He knew his mother didn't love him, he knew she blamed yejun for everything that had gone wrong with her life. His father divorcing her and giving more love to yejun than her, yeona losing her job as a model because of the pregnancy and the differences it made to her body. And hence why she never looked at him with love, or care, as yejun would see the other mothers in his school look at their sons with. It had been 15 years since he was yeona's son, and no matter the amount of marks he'd scored, or the competitions he'd won, his mother was never satisfied.

Because if he got so much as a 98 for a subject, his mother would beat him up.

Yejun blinked his eyes to get rid of the tears that had formed in them, knowing there was no use in any of that.

For his mother would always hate him, no matter what.

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Yeona wiped the sweat off of her forehead as she continued to sweep the house of the person she was currently working for, feeling her back already split open from the pain. But she had to work, because she had to earn money for her son and herself. Because no matter what, she was still responsible for Jeong Yejun.

??? : what sort of a work are you doing?

Yeona looked up as a senior maid stood in front of her, eyeing the floor she was currently cleaning. That was when Yeona looked around, realizing that instead of cleaning properly, she had smeared more mud around the garden floor. Shit, yeona bowed before saying

Yeona : I'm sorry, miss. I just have a back pai-

??? : DID I ASK FOR EXCUSES?

Yeona flinched at that, her eyes lowering to the floor. She hated loud sounds.

Yeona : I'm really sorry-

??? : you're fired.

Yeona : w-what? No! no no, miss, I have a son to feed and no other good jobs-

??? : I do not care, kim yeona. You're fired, you can get out now.

Yeona was about to say something when the maid turned around and left, leaving yeona with no other choices as tears filled her eyes. She really was going to have to search for another job now.

Yeona stepped out of the house she used to work in with her cheap handbag, her eyes filled with despair. She used to have everything once. Beauty, fame, money, she was everything she had wanted to be. How did her life switch up so fast?

Yeona flinched as her phone suddenly rang, quickly pulling it out as she answered

Yeona : yes?

??? : this kim yeona-shi, right? Jeong yejun's mother?

Yeona : yes, that is me. Is…something wrong, teacher?

??? : yes, your son has gotten into a fight with a bunch of other boys at school, miss kim. And we're afraid he might have to face expulsion.

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Yeona dragged her son back inside their house harshly, ignoring his pleads and cries as she felt tears of anger burn against her eyes. All that she had done for him, and he had gotten himself expelled from school? How the hell was she going to find another school for him now?

Yejun meanwhile was struggling to so much as walk, the wound in his leg weakening him as seconds passed. He felt dizzy from the pain, but fought it back as he said slowly

Yejun : e-eomma, it hurts.

Yeona finally pushed him inside the living room harshly, causing yejun to stumble on his steps as he looked up at his mother with scared eyes. Yeona glared at him, her eyes throwing draggers at her son as she said

Yeona : well it should! Do you know what you have done, jeong yejun?

Yejun looked away, his fists clenching beside him. It wasn't his fault, those boys had been bullying him for the past few years and only today did yejun try to fight back. And he had already gotten expelled.

Except he knew his mother would never understand any of that.

Yejun : I'm sorry.

Yeona : are you? Are you really? I have wasted so much, of my money on you, yejun. I've wasted my entire fucking life on you! And now you go and ruin the one thing that could've saved the both of us from this hellhole!

Yejun : eomma, I got hurt too. I-

Yeona : I DO NOT CARE WHETHER YOU GOT HURT, YEJUN! I CARE THE LEAST!

Yejun flinched at that, his eyes now betraying hurt. His entire leg was now bleeding from the cut he had gotten earlier, the pain unbearable. But then again, he didn’t really expect his mother to understand or take him to the hospital.

Yeona : you took away every ounce of my happiness when you came into my life, yejun. So I had thought, well, maybe he would understand that and try to make up for having been born. But no! you instead make my life TEN TIMES HARDER!

Yejun felt each of her words stab right through his heart, his eyes tearing up. Yeona let out a breath and held her son's shoulders, banging him against the wall as she screamed at the top of her lungs

Yeona : YOU DESTROYED MY LIFE JEONG YEJUN! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME. My husband, my career, my money, my fans, my happiness, my peace, MY ENTIRE LIFE! You ruined it for me.

Yejun let out a whimper as he stared at yeona with tears streaming down his cheeks, his lips trembling. Yeona stared at him as if he was the most cursed being in the world, and god did that shatter yejun.

Yeona : is it fun? Is it fun toying with your mother like this, yejun?

Yejun : eomma, I did-didn't mean to-

Yeona : does that take it all back? Will that get me back everything I lost?

Yejun : I tried, eomma. I tried to…tried to be better for you. I'm sorry I failed.

Yeona chuckled dryly, pulling away as she said

Yeona : of course you failed. You're my son, you could only ever be a failure with a mother like me.

Yejun : no, oh no no, don't say that-

Yeona : NO! no you're right. Of course you failed, I should have always expected it from you.

Yejun felt his tears fall on the floor drop by drop, his leg almost going numb with the pain now. But he couldn't feel it much anymore, his heart hurt even more.

Yejun : eomma, I'll…do something better for you someday. I-I promise I will take you out of this place and give you-you back everything I took from you. I just need time-

Yeona : you think you have it in you to be successful with the way you are? We're destined for this shit, yejun.

Yejun : eomma, I'm…I'm sorry.

Yeona : yeah? I'm sorry too, yejun-ah. For not having aborted you when I could have.

Yejun stared at his mother with shocked, tear filled eyes, his nails digging crescents into the palm of his skin.

Yejun : eomma-

Yeona : DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU CURSED CHILD!

Yeona screamed as she took a nearby vase before smashing it hard on the floor, causing yejun to flinch at the loud sound and step back as a sob fell from his lips.

Yeona : are you crying? After all you have done, YOU'RE FUCKING CRYING?

Yejun quickly wiped his tears with trembling hands as yeona said, cruel as ever.

Yeona : you're the reason for all this, yejun. So I hope you live a life just as bad as mine, filled with nothing but emptiness and despair. I hope you never have an ounce of happiness in your life, and I hope you could die with no one and nothing by your side. Just like how I will one day.

Yeona turned around and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her with a loud bang. Yejun finally fell on the floor, sobbing as he clutched his heart in pain. What had he done? Why was only his life so bad? Why did he make everyone around him regret ever having had him? What was so wrong with him?

Yejun leaned towards the shattered glass bits on the floor, picking them up as he threw them into a nearby dustbin one by one. And every time he took a glass piece, he made sure to press it right into his palm, feeling his head go dizzy from the pain.

But this was what he deserved. And so by the time he was done, yejun was lying on the floor covered in blood and tears, his eyes closing shut.

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Yejun's eyes slowly opened as it adjusted to the sunlight, groaning as he felt his entire body ache from sheer pain. From the wound in his leg that was still untended to, to the cuts in his palm and from lying on the floor all night. But despite all that yejun sat up, his face blank as he realized.

His mother had come home later in the night and had seen him lying here, bloodied. And yet she did nothing, she didn't even wake him up and put him to bed. Instead she had gone out in the morning without bothering to even make breakfast for him, leaving him there to just die.

"I'm sorry too, yejun-ah. For not having aborted you when I could have"

Yejun chuckled sadly, his eyes filling with tears as he limped up to his room. And soon enough he sat on his desk, pulling out a piece of paper and pen before starting to write a letter to his mother.

And while he wrote the letter yejun thought of the days yeona had held him close to her during winter when he was younger, wrapping her coat around him and walking coatless instead during the snowstorm while carrying him in her arms. He remembered the times yeona had gone to work in the morning without having her own breakfast, but always making sure yejun had gotten his breakfast and lunch properly. And then he remembered the amount of times he had seen his mother passed out on the couch at 3am, her hands torn from the amount of labor she had done.

But he also remembered the times she had beat him up when he got less marks, or got 2nd place for a competition. He remebered his mother throwing away the trophies yejun had won anything other than first place for, saying it was useless. He remembered the times she had told him she wished she could reverse time and just abort him when she could, blaming him for everything her life was now.

Yejun thought of his life that wasn't really his. He had no friends at school, no one he loved and no one who loved him. Was a life like that even an actual life? For whom was he living? He had lived all this while thinking it was a debt that he had to pay to his mother. But now, after all the things she had told him yesterday night. Was even that, necessary?

And when yejun finally kept the letter aside and climbed up to his bed with the shawl his mother had always once worn, a shawl that was made of rich fur, the one that the old supermodel kim yeona could afford, he thought of all the things his life could have been. A happy family, a sibling, friends at school?

But even as he climbed up the chair and then finally kicked it off after a few breaths, he thought he couldn't have had a better life than this. He loved his mother, she was the only person in his life. Apart from his father, who had been with him for a few days every week, buying him things he would later give off to charity. He didn't really want a father like that, because he was the same man who had abandoned his mother, years ago. He hated his father.

And so as yejun finally felt his eyes closing for the last time, he thought of his mother's beautiful face, and her smile he rarely saw. And he thought,

There is nothing I could never sacrifice for my own mother, even my own life.

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Yeona entered the house, feeling her head burst from the lack of sleep she had gotten. She did not come back home last night, after all. She needed money to take yejun to the hospital in order to treat his wounds, and for that she had to work for the entire night, despite it being freezing outside. But it didn't matter, because she had finally gotten the money to take her son to the hospital now.

Yeona walked into the living room, finding it uncanny that the house was utterly and entirely silent. Even if yejun was usually a quiet person, wouldn't he make small sounds, atleast?

Yeona walked up to yejun's room, each step she took increasing her anxiety. But it all burst as soon as she opened the door to his room, because the only remaining life in her heart disappeared completely at the sight in front of her.

Yeona dropped her purse as she stepped back with a shaky gasp, her heart tearing apart at the sight of her son hanging dead in front of her. Yeona fell on the floor, her brain still not comprehending the sight in front of her as she crawled to her son and held his legs in her shaky hands before whispering

Yeona : n-no. no, no! yejun-ah, yejun-ah no you can't…you can't do this to eomma.

Yeona's tears fell as she felt no movement from her son, her heart feeling heavier than it ever did her entire life

Yeona : JEONG YEJUN! YOU CAN'T LEAVE YOUR MOTHER BEHIND LIKE THIS!

Yeona quickly crawled up to her purse before going back again to yejun, pulling out the few notes of money she had acquired before saying

Yeona : see? See, eomma-eomma brought this so that I can take you to the hospital. So then why would you-why…

Yeona sobbed as she looked up at her son's bloodied palms, quickly standing up as she pulled her son down to her and hugged his cold body on her lap.

Yeona : no. no NO NO!

Yeona pulled back and pushed the hair out from her son's forehead, her hands trembling as her tears fell onto yejun's pale cheek one by one.

Yeona : I know-I know I'm a bad person, I know I'm a terrible mother BUT HOW COULD YOU KILL YOURSELF OVER SOMEONE AS DIRTY AND RUINED LIKE ME, HOW!

Yeona sobbed as she held her son's body closer to her heart, not even being able to breathe as she screamed at the top of her lungs, calling out her son's name all in vain.

Yeona : I have no one but you! I HAVE NO ONE YEJUN!

Yeona flinched as she heard the door to her house open, quickly holding yejun closer to her as she shielded him away from whatever that would come at him. Yeona looked up as a few neighbors rushed into the room, their eyes widening at the sight in front of them.

??? : oh no no. no yeona-shi.

Yeona : he's fine. My son is fine!

Two of the neighbors came closer to her, holding yeona's arm in pure pity as they said

??? : we're so sorry, yeona-shi. We're so sorry this-

Yeona : MY SON IS FINE, I TOLD YOU! NOTHING'S HAPPENED TO HIM!

Yeona turned back to face her son, holding his cheek as she whispered

Yeona : right? Yejun-ie? You're okay, hmm? You're fine, no?

The neighbors felt tears in their eyes as another one stepped forward and said

??? : yeona-shi, we need to take yejun away from here to the hospital. The more we keep him here, the more the police will be doubtful.

Yeona shook her head sternly, sobbing as she held onto her son tighter

Yeona : no! NO I'M NOT GIVING HIM TO ANYONE!

??? : we're sorry.

The neighbors stepped forward as yeona shook her head desperately now, a few of them slowly lifting yejun away from her as yeona wailed and tried clawing onto her son desperately.

Yeona : NO! NO YOU MONSTERS GIVE HIM BACK TO ME! He's…he's my son!

Yeona fell on the floor as the neighbors carried yejun outside, the others telling yeona she should come with them to the hospital as well. Yeona wailed as she stared after her son's dangling arm, his words ringing through her head as she screamed.

"I tried, eomma. I tried to…tried to be better for you. I'm sorry I failed"

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Yeona still remembered the first word yejun had said, it was eomma. It was when yeona was crying in her living room after she had just lost her job at the agency, the public shamming her for it. That was when yejun had crawled up to her, holding her leg as he muttered the only word he could say at that time over and over again. And although yeona had never told anyone about it, yejun's that one word was what had kept yeona from killing herself that night.

She also remembered the first time yejun had walked up to her in his little baby steps. That was when she had accidentally burned her hand while cooking food. And yeona had completely forgotten about the pain as she cooed and lifted her son up in her arms proudly.

She remebered his first everything's, because how could she forget it. He was always the shining sun in her life, and she was the reason it had dimmed to the extent that he was completely gone now. She was the reason she was sitting against the hospital chair now, her entire body numb and her face blank.

And she heard footsteps rushing up to her, the smell of expensive cologne filling the air as the people around her stood up.

Yunho : what did you do to my son, you monster?

Yeona looked up as her eyes landed on the man who had abandoned her years ago, his teary eyes glaring right at hers as he screamed

Yunho : WHY DID YOU KILL MY SON, KIM YEONA!

Yeona looked away from yunho, her entire face blank as she whispered

Yeona : I killed him. He's dead because of me.

Yunho let out an exasperated breath, falling on the floor as he sobbed in pain. His hands covered his face as he cried into it, every second of this killing him.

Yunho : he was only 15, yeona. He-he was…how could you.

Yeona felt tears stream down her eyes as yunho's cries filled the hallway, the people around looking at the both of them in pity. Pity, a word yeona was so used to by now. There was only one person in this entire world who had never pitied her, and that was her own son. 

But she had killed her son, he was lying in that hospital bed because of her.

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Yeona couldn't bear seeing her son dead and still another time. And so she had returned home as soon as the doctors had ruled yejun's death as suicide, telling others that they could now bury his body as they wished.

Bury? Bury the body of her son? Throw mud on him and watch while the others did the same? Yeona would rather die. And so she had left, knowing yunho would do the ceremonies that was required. After all, yeona didn't have the right to do any of that. Did it make sense for the murderer to bury the victim with tears in their eyes?

Yeona opened the room to yejun's room, the silence inside killing her. She turned on the lights, the sight of a small but organized room coming to her sight. Yeona looked around with blank eyes, her eyes finally landing on a sheet of paper that was kept folded on yejun's desk. Yeona walked up to it, opening it quickly as she read through it

Eomma,

On today's special day, I want you to be the happiest ever. Every day you used to say that happiness left your life the second I was born. You told me appa left you because of me, so today I want to change things. I want you to be happy, and live as if I never existed. You told me you never looked at me with love, but I always loved you, and admired you as the best mother I could ever have asked for.

I always wished I could be better for you, just as you have been the best to me. You always sacrificed your things for me. May it be your food, or clothes, or money, or anything else, you've always left things for me. I on the other hand have only ever received them, never being able to give it back to you. So I thought that if I studied hard now and made enough money in the future, I could give you the things that you deserve. But as you said, I failed.

As you said, it is my destiny to never succeed, as I don't have it in me to be able to get the things that I want. So if not that, then why am I alive? If I can't ever give you back the things you once gave to me, then why not just take myself off of the picture completely so you can stop spending things on me? That's how I came to this conclusion of mine.

But this isn't your fault, it is my choice. A choice I have taken to provide you with half the life that you once lost because of me.

I hope one day you will think of me, I hope in heaven you would finally hold me one day and kiss me. The best gift I could give you today is leave your life as you've always wished I was never born. So here it is, the gift of my sacrifice.

I love you mama,

Happy birthday to you.

Yeona sobbed as she covered her face with her arms, her hands clutching the letter tight. She hadn't even known, she hadn't even known it was her birthday yesterday. And this, was a gift? If yejun had to think his death would be a gift for his mother, how bad had yeona been? What sort of a mother was this cruel to their own child?

Yeona cried as she read the letter again and again, her tears staining the letter as the ink slowly spread. But even then she didn't stop, yeona kept reading it until she was dizzy. And she was about to again when her phone suddenly rang.

??? : this is, kim yeona-shi, right?

Yeona : ye-yes.

??? : I am…was, yejun's class teacher. And I heard what happened today, so I wished to call to offer my condolences to you.

Yeona said nothing, she couldn't.

??? : although he did get expelled, yejun was a really good student. He was good to his classmates, always helping them with anything they required. He was excellent at his studies, always scoring first. And he was an amazing singer, always conquering everyone's hearts with that beautiful voice of his. He would have grown to be an amazing man, miss kim, I am sure.

Yeona bit her lips, feeling her tears fall even harder as she realized she had never heard her son sing, even once. And now, she never will be able to.

??? : I hope god gives you the strength to move through this, yeona-shi, even though loosing a child is a very harsh thing. And, I wanted to say one this last thing. Your son, loved you with his entire heart. He would always talk about you when asked about his favorite person, saying you were the strongest most beautiful human being he had ever seen. He said his only goal in life was to satisfy your needs just as you have done for him.

Yeona clasped her mouth with the back of her hand, clutching the phone tighter in her hand

??? : we were all really proud of yejun. And I'm sure you always will be too.

Before the teacher could say anything more yeona cut the call, throwing her phone away as she cried her heart out. She still remembered the trophies yejun had brought home, yeona throwing it away and saying that he needed to be better. Except she hadn't. instead when yejun was fast asleep, yeona had gone to the trash, cleaning each of his trophies before putting it up in her attic with a proud smile on her face. They were still there, she was sure, not a speck of dust on them. For yeona cleaned it every day, and she would continue doing it until she died.

There was no one she was more proud of than her own son. And now, he was gone. All, because, of her.

Yeona stood up, walking up to yejun's desk as she took a pocket knife that was lying nearby. She walked to the living room, reading the letter over and over again until she finally sat on the floor against a wall and brought the knife close to her wrist. Yeona slowly dragged the knife through her arm, slicing through as blood trickled down. But it wasn't enough, she needed more pain.

And so she kept slashing her arms, one over the other again and again. Until she felt someone scream her name out. Yeona looked up with blank eyes, the sight of yunho rushing to her with worried eyes coming to her view.

Yunho : what the fuck are you doing, kim yeona!

Yeona stared at yunho as he threw the knife away from them, leaning on the floor next to yeona as she said, her voice blank

Yeona : I wanted to feel…something, anything.

Yunho : are you sick in the brain, yeona? Your son died today, and you're self-harming yourself because you want to feel something?

Yeona : my son? The son that I killed?

Yunho looked away, his eyes still worried as he let it scan through yeona's cuts.

Yeona : why are you here? You-

Yunho : because I expected you to do this, yeona. Because I knew, you would do this. You cannot die, kim yeona. Even if you want to, you can't. because you killed yejun, you don't think you deserve to pay some punishment for it?

Yeona : I-

Yunho : death, is an easy way out of this. And you and I both, do not deserve that. We're going to live our lives until the end of it, bearing the pain and guilt of having killed an innocent life by both our actions.

Yeona stared at yunho, feeling her eyes water. He was blaming himself too? Yunho sniffled, shaking his head as he whispered

Yunho : we deserve this, and this punishment, the both of us will carry. Yejun did not deserve any of this, he deserved much better parents. We failed him, the both of us did. And so, we're going to face the afters of it.

Yunho held yeona's bloodied arm, making her wince as yunho said

Yunho : this? Cannot happen again. You will not take death as a path, yeona. And neither will I, I promise you that. And I need you to promise me as well, that we will take all this, together.

Yeona : yunho.

Yunho : no, yejun gave up his life for you, what would it be if you killed yourself as well? I will not let you disgrace him like that. So stand up, stand up so we can go to the hospital and get your arm treated.

Yeona : why are you doing this for me? Why now. Why!

Yunho : because I left you! I left you when you needed me most, I took the easy way around! I am as responsible for yejun's death as you are. So you're going to stop me from letting this pain overtake me, and I'm going to help you do the same.

Yeona stared as yunho got up, extending his hand for yeona to hold as he said

Yunho : this, is the sacrifice that we must make, yeona-ya.

Yeona looked at yunho's hand for a few seconds before finally holding it, using it to lift her up as the memories of her once beautiful young boy filled her mind. His memories, her cure. His pain, her nightmare. And his sacrifice, her life.

Yeona : the sacrifice we must make.

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[jueunbe]

✦ . ˚ — @beyejun

"how are you feeling about this whole cute concept?'

oddly enough, jueun realized that once the teams were called, she hasn't interacted with yejun much before this round. she had made it a personal goal of hers to initiate conversations with most people as she could, but that became harder once they were put into groups and since her and yejun weren't grouped together the last round, this felt like the first time she was holding an actual conversation with him.

nevertheless, she's kept an eye on most of the contestants through the rounds, and she didn't think she'd find yejun in a cute and bubbly concept like nonstop. surely, the judges had an image in mind when they formed this group, but she was just surprised.

"i think the acting portion we added will be really fun. adds into the cutesy nature of the song," she adds with a soft giggle. after falling in ranks, jueun was really hoping that this performance will turn things around for her. she didn't want to be packing her bags already, after all. thankfully, she was put into a group she felt most confident about, and she was looking forward to what the group will pull off as a whole.

[beyejun]

small wins.

@hangyeolbe

cute and bright, huh? yejun never really saw that sort of concept on himself. cute, maybe, he's been called that much more often than he's been called handsome, but bright? that's almost laughable; how could anyone call him bright when he walks around with a permanent rain cloud over his head, raining down on him no matter how hard he tries to pretend he's fine? he can't tell if that's better or worse these days; on one hand, he's mourning the loss of his childhood home, half of his belongings still packed in boxes and piling in the corner of someone else's apartment. on the other... well, he just likes being around hangyeol. moving in to his place was better than being left on the streets, even if guilt still haunts yejun for imposing without anything to offer in return.

perhaps it's fate laughing at him. or maybe a misguided deity who doesn't understand the way the world really works. whatever it is, yejun's own feelings remain complicated and neither wholly pleasant nor unpleasant.

he does have to admit that he's happy to finally be working with hangyeol in next gen. yejun can't believe he's survived another episode, his rank rather low but always just high enough to save him from elimination. hangyeol, on the other end, is now boasting first place for two episodes. of course yejun knows that hangyeol deserves it; he's a talented performer and charming no matter what he's doing.

yejun may not have much to his name, but he does have a small bottled vitamin supplement and a smile to offer to hangyeol when he asks him to help him with dance practice. as his friend enters the room, yejun feels his own face splitting into a soft smile as he exclaims a rather soft "congratulations!"

there may not be poppers or confetti, but yejun imagines that there is. he hands the small gift over to hangyeol, insisting he takes it even if he tries to refuse, and squeezes his hands warmly during the transfer. "i know we barely have any time for it, but your second first place should be celebrated. i'll do something better if you get a hat trick," he laughs, though wouldn't that be something?

[casuallyimagining]

Human (4)

Vampire!Yoongi x female reader; BFF Werewolf!Jungkook x female reader; Platonic Roommates Yoongi & Jungkook

Summary: Yoongi is a monster, but there’s always something worse lurking in the shadows. When that something threatens everything he loves, Yoongi is forced to choose: embrace his humanity, or give in to the monster? Genre: “dark fluff,” hurt/comfort, vampire au, werewolf au, supernatural au, roommates, little bit of a slow burn Word Count: 2,672 Rating: T Warnings: (everything may not appear in every part) blood, alcohol consumption, creepy dudes and catcalling, fighting, drinking to excess, implied assault, manipulation, murder

Notes: Thanks to @eatjeanjin, @moccahobi, @magicshopaholic, @madbutgloriouspond, and @imperiussexrex for beta-ing and helping me plot out some of the later chapters. And thank you to @missgeniality for the amazing banner.

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The air near the harbor was cool. The early summer breeze from the water masked the scent of blood on the air. Yoongi stood in the shadows outside a converted warehouse, the sign above the doors said “Lee & Sons Antiques.” The front had existed for decades, a ruse created by Sanghae, Yoongi, and Yejun to fund and mask the family’s activities. 

Yoongi texted Jungkook quickly–it was the least he could do, especially because he wasn’t sure how the next hour was going to go. Hopefully, if anything happened, Jungkook would be able to finish the job.

Cautiously, he slipped inside. It looked different from when he’d seen it last. They’d ripped up the shag carpeting, replacing it with some sort of hardwood. The walls were elegantly papered, not like the wood paneling they’d put up in the ‘70s. If Yoongi didn’t know any better–and if the whole place didn’t stink like stale blood and death–he might have mistaken the warehouse for an actual antiques business. 

The foyer was surprisingly empty. The welcome desk, normally staffed by a pretty woman Sanghae had turned sometime in the 1930s, was vacant. Four doors led off the foyer. One went to a bathroom, one to a conference room, and one to an office. Yoongi slipped through the fourth, the long hallway on the other side silent as he crept through it. 

He checked a few more doors–storage, offices, all empty–before finally opening the door to a room he was intimately familiar with: the family dining room. The table in the center of the room was made from a massive, heavy oak, carved by one of their forebears hundreds of years ago. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” Yejun’s voice from the corner of the room startled Yoongi. 

“Where is she?” He could feel his anger spiking. 

The other vampire smiled widely, fangs on display. “All in good time, brother.” He stalked forward, eyes trained on Yoongi. “You know, Sanghae had his doubts. Wasn’t sure you’d show up, especially since you’ve stopped talking to her. What happened there, by the way?” He didn’t give Yoongi the chance to respond, waving him off. “Actually, I don’t care. It’s been fun without you here, but don’t you think it’s time you came back, Yoongi?”

Yoongi scoffed. “You don’t want me back. Think about it.”

“Yes, that’s all I do. That’s all we do around here. Think about how the prodigal son should return and claim his place.”

“You’re the right hand now, Yejun. But if I came back, you would be nothing. Again.”

Yejun growled, and suddenly, his hand was around Yoongi’s throat, fingers digging into his flesh. “You-”

“Yejun.” Sanghae’s sharp voice from the doorway made them both look. “Leave us.”

For a moment, Yoongi through Yejun would disobey. The other vampire stood firm, glaring at him. But then he rolled his eyes and feigned a smile. “Of course.”

The door wasn’t even shut before Sanghae’s arm was around Yoongi’s shoulders. Slowly, he led Yoongi into the next room. The garage was spacious, with three large rolling doors for loading and unloading trucks. Equipment was scattered everywhere–crowbars, chains, packing supplies. Despite being a front, the antiques shop functioned as a real warehouse.

“It’s good to see you here again, Yoongi.” And he could hear the sincerity in Sanghae’s voice. “What happened? One day, you were here, helping me prepare for my hibernation. And the next, it’s 50 years later and you’re gone. I know you were unhappy back then, but we could have talked things out.”

“I didn’t want to talk things out.” Yoongi shook his head. “I still don’t. I’m not yours to control anymore, Sanghae.”

“Let’s not talk in absolutes, I-”

“Where is she, Sanghae?”

“She’s safe, not to worry.”

Yoongi broke out of the ancient vampire’s hold. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you. Where is she?”

“Come back and she can go.”

“You know I’m not going to do that.”

Sanghae shrugged. “She’s very good, you know. Sweet. Feisty. A delicious combination.”

Yoongi lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. “If you touched her…”

The elder vampire laughed, and suddenly, Yoongi found himself pinned to the ground. “I chose you because you were brave, Yoongi, not stupid.” Sanghae heaved him up, throwing him into the wall as easily as if he were a doll. Yoongi could feel the air leaving his lungs when he hit. Behind him, the concrete of the wall crumbled under the force. Sanghae picked up one of the chains, wrapping it tightly around his palm. “You could have been great, you know that? You could have ascended to an ancient one in time.”

“You're a coward,” Yoongi managed, groaning as he stood. “You never were strong enough to stand on your own. You always needed Yejun and I at your side to do your dirty work.”

The chains rattled as Sanghae landed a blow to Yoongi’s jaw. He stumbled sideways, and another sharp pain, this time behind his knee, brought him to the ground again. Sanghae pounced, wrapping what was left of the chain around his neck. Yoongi fought him, squirming this way and that in an attempt to free his windpipe, even a little. Finally, he was able to get his feet under him well enough and he reared his head back, the back of his skull colliding with Sanghae’s nose. 

“You ruined my life,” Yoongi said, sucking in a pained breath. He grabbed for the chain and, surprisingly, was able to get a hold on it, pulling Sanghae closer and landing three quick blows to the elder vampire’s jaw to emphasize his words. “Leave. Me. Alone.”

Sanghae caught Yoongi’s fourth swing and redirected his force, causing Yoongi to plow into a stack of crates and pallets. The wood shattered and splintered around him. He could feel some of it cut into his skin. Something metallic pricked his skin, and Yoongi closed his fist around it, tucking whatever the object was up his sleeve.

“If you will not return to me, you will die,” the elder growled, his foot making contact with Yoongi’s stomach.

He groaned and felt himself being hoisted off the ground before once again, he was flying through the air, his head hitting off the fender of one of the delivery trucks. He tried to stand, but the energy was sapped out of him. Sanghae pulled him up, his fist in Yoongi’s dark hair, and pulled his hand back three times, all three blows hitting square in Yoongi’s abdomen.

He was breathing heavily, wheezing on every exhale, unintended whimpers escaping his lips every time he tried to breathe. And as Sanghae threw him yet again across the garage and he went through the glass wall into the adjacent room, Yoongi knew that Sanghae was right.

He might die tonight.

He could hear footsteps approaching, could hear Sanghae stepping over the broken glass and into the room Yoongi had landed in. His eye had started to swell, but he could still see Sanghae pause and look around, like he was assessing the situation. The elder turned, ever so slightly, looking for… something. And that was all the distraction Yoongi needed. 

He gathered all the strength he had left in his body and pounced, pulling the blade out of his sleeve and slicing across Sanghae’s form. The ancient vampire managed to look shocked for the brief second he had before his head slid off his body and plopped ungracefully to the concrete floor, his torso following a moment later. He disintegrated into dust before Yoongi could even blink.

Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to sit the hell down and take a break. For the first time in 300 years, Yoongi not only felt like he was going to die–he kind of wanted to, too. But he couldn’t. Somewhere in that warehouse, you were still in danger. And Yoongi was going to find you.

He managed to stay on his feet as he checked the building, poking his head into each of the doors. Office. Office. Storage. Office. Conference room. File storage. All were strangely empty. Sanghae’s brood was either out terrorizing the city or feeding on the Willing. Either way, someone could be back at any minute, so he had to work fast. 

He didn’t have another fight in him.

The last door he opened was to the repairs room. He almost shut the door and moved on, but your head popped out from behind a shelf. Your eyes were wide. He could smell the fear rolling off you. But then your brow furrowed and you whispered his name. Yoongi was so relieved, he nearly collapsed.

You were in front of him in the blink of an eye, pushing him out into the hallway with the force of your hug. He hissed in pain, but his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close despite the pain in his ribs.

“You look like shit,” you said softly, pulling away only far enough to inspect his face. Your touch was gentle as you ghosted your thumb along his tender jaw. He was sure a bruise had already started to form there.

He laughed, then winced as his abdomen protested to movement. “I feel like shit.”

You frowned and said nothing, but he could see a cocktail of emotions brewing behind your eyes. 

Yoongi’s hand found yours and gently, he tugged you in the direction of the warehouse’s front door. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“But-”

“I’ll explain everything once we’re home.” When you shot him a look, he sighed. “I promise.”

“Including why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Including that.”

You seemed to accept that, because you slung his arm around your shoulders, allowing him to use you to support his weight. He didn’t really need it–he had just enough strength and adrenaline left that he could have carried you out if necessary–but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

As he led you out of the warehouse, he watched you carefully. Thankfully, you didn’t seem hurt at all. You had a bit of bruising around your forearm, presumably from where Yejun had grabbed you when he had taken you. You were in your pajamas, a pair of loose pants and a ratty band t-shirt. You’d clearly been getting ready for bed when Yejun had broken in.

He couldn’t see any puncture marks on your neck or arms, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. 

“Did he… I mean, did Sanghae…” Yoongi sighed. He had to check, but god, he was nervous to know the truth. He wouldn’t put anything past Sanghae. “He didn’t bite you, did he?”

For the briefest of moments, you were silent and his stomach dropped. “I-”

Once again, Yoongi felt himself flying backwards, his back hitting the wall sharply. Yejun stood in front of him, fangs bared. He looked like a frenzied animal. You scurried to Yoongi’s side, helping him to stand.

“Go,” he said frantically, pointing in the direction of the door. “Get out of here. Get somewhere safe.”

“Yoongi-”

“Please.”

Yejun flew forward and you screamed. He lost track of where you went as soon as Yejun was on top of him. His fist connected, and Yoongi knew that his bruised jaw would be sticking around for a while.

“Don’t be a fool.” Yoongi gasped as Yejun punched him again. 

“Sanghae is dead. I’m in charge now.” He stood, balling his fists in Yoongi’s shirt and dragging him up with him. “And unlike Sanghae, I think we should punish traitors, not beg them to come back.”

His fist connected with Yoongi’s stomach and he fell, his arms clutching his abdomen. Yejun’s boot met his body one, two, three times. He coughed, unable to breathe. All he could do was gasp and wheeze, but it was like he couldn’t suck in enough air.

“Don’t worry,” Yejun growled between gritted teeth. In his hand, he held a sharpened stake. It was old, ceremonial. Something in the back of Yoongi’s brain recognized it as Sanghae’s. “I’ll tell all your little friends you died screaming like a pig.” 

He raised the stake, but froze, his face contorted in pain. Something had sprouted from his chest–it looked like the spindle from the back of an old chair. Yejun fell, the stake clattering to the ground, his body turning to dust before Yoongi’s eyes. You stood just behind, your eyes closed tightly as you clutched the wooden spindle.

It took a second, but you eventually opened your eyes and when you saw that Yejun was no longer a threat, you collapsed beside Yoongi. “Are you… are you okay?” you asked softly.

“I’ll manage,” he croaked, still unable to breathe deeply.

You nodded, and for a moment, he didn’t think you were going to move, but then you stood, gently helping him to his feet. Yoongi was dizzy, and he was glad that you helped him support his weight. Something in his chest didn’t feel right–his ribs were bruised or cracked, and it was hard to stand up straight.

“How did you know that would work?” he questioned weakly, hobbling along beside you as you moved slowly down the hall.

Yoongi felt you shrug more than he saw it. “Always works in movies. Figured Brahm Stoker knew what he was talking about.”

He stumbled when you got to the foyer and you caught him, supporting him gingerly as he got his feet back under him. “You’re okay,” you whispered, adjusting your hold on him. “I got you. Just a little further.”

The cool air of the harbor felt good on his skin as you both emerged from the warehouse. It was nearly sunrise–Yoongi could hear the gulls starting to wake up in their nests. You were only a few steps away from the warehouse when he heard Jungkook’s shout, the werewolf at your side in a flash. 

“Are you okay?” His doe eyes were wide, the fear evident in his voice. He cupped your cheeks, inspecting your face closely.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Your voice was soft. Despite how close Jungkook was, you didn’t let go of Yoongi, not even when the wolf pulled you in for a tight hug.

After a moment, he pulled away from you, patting your cheek gently. His attention turned to Yoongi, and whatever fear was left in his eyes morphed into something else. 

“Don’t fucking scare me like that again,” Jungkook scolded, pulling Yoongi in for a hug. He hissed in pain. If his ribs hadn’t been crushed by Sanghae and Yejun’s boots, the wolf was sure to have finished them off. But he patted Jungkook’s back awkwardly anyway.

“God, you’re such an asshole, you know that?” Jungkook barked as he pulled away. He held Yoongi at arm’s length, his hand covering yours on Yoongi’s shoulder. “You don’t just send people texts like that. ‘Hey. I’m dropping you my location. This thing with Sanghae ends tonight. If I end up dead, don’t worry about getting me out, I’ll be dust anyway. Just save her.’” The wolf took a step away, and Yoongi couldn’t tell if the emotion in his eyes was anger or fear. “You don’t text your friends that, jackass.” And then, just like that, he was tugging Yoongi into another hug, this one somehow tighter than the last. “You don’t get to just fuck off and die like that,” he mumbled into Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi really was happy to see the wolf again.

“We should get you home,” you said softly, your grip on Yoongi tightening as Jungkook pulled away. “Or…” You hummed in question. “How do you heal? Is there like a… a vampire hospital somewhere we should take you to?”

He managed to shake his head weakly. “Home is good.”

You held him close as the three of you slowly made your way back to Yoongi and Jungkook’s house. If he wasn’t so exhausted and hurt, he probably would have thought way too deeply about how you refused to let Jungkook share the burden of carrying him. But he was exhausted, and every cell in his body hurt, and his head swam with your scent as you walked. 

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[ahyoungbe]

* PINK VENOM

ahyoung is living the dream, or something like that. she's wanted to be in a band for so long, and now she finally has one. it's honestly been fun just to play music with other people. performing on stage will be great once they get there, but that's mostly just a bonus for her more than anything else.

she likes everyone in the band, too. for the most part. sua is great, yejun is yejun, and yuwol is weird in an endearing sort of way, like one of those fucked up rabbit plushies she always gets ads for when she's on the internet.

ahyoung isn't stupid, though. she's lazy and usually doesn't give a shit but she's not stupid. yejun is weird with her. she doesn't really know why, but she figures she probably made a joke that hurt his feelings one time and he's all soft and sensitive and takes everything anyone says to heart forever.

honestly, ahyoung doesn't care about whether people like her or not. she does care about everyone having fun in the band, though. she can't really gauge whether yejun just always gives off kicked puppy vibes all the time or he's actually miserable here specifically. ahyoung is never afraid of confrontation, though, nor does she beat around the bush, so when they're packing up after practice one day, she decides to bring it up.

"do you actually want to be here?" she asks, and she doesn't mean it in an accusatory way. it might still kinda sound that way, though, so ahyoung decides to amend her statement: "i mean, like...i know jindallae was trying to get you to join his band, so if you actually hate it here you could just do that."

@beyejun *

[daysdraem]

              𓏲  *  (   park   sooyoung   ,   cis   woman   ,   she   /   her   )   ⸺   pictures   of   julia   seoyeon   yang   have   been   showing   up   all   over   my   feed,   and   considering   the   last   time   they   were   #trending,   it   was   due   to   allegedly   sabotaging   a   fellow   content   creator   as a means of   securing   her  place   at   the   top—   i'm   not   likely   to   unfollow   any   time   soon.   with   their   sleek black hair brushing against lithe waist and fabric of cropped self - portrait bouclé - knit cardigan and jacquemus denim skirt showing off the right amount of skin with fendi delfina boots adding height to elegant stature,   i'm   not   surprised   to   hear   that   they   are   a   part   of   the   nouveau   riches   ...

            the   intro   graphic   used   is  from   the   showbiz   baby   template   set,   and   the   divider   used   is   from   the   #kittygirl   template   set,   both   created   by   @strifesource.   the   gifs   of   park   sooyoung   (   joy   )   are   from   keetika,   and   also   provided   by   a   friend   via   a   private   discord   server.   please   do   not   save   /   use   any   gifs   used   without   reblogging   from   keetika,   and   i   will   not   share   the   link   to   the   private   gif   pack.

wealth   has   been   synonymous   with   the   yang   family   since   the   early   1940s,   one   of   the   rare   families   that   managed   to   pull   through   1997   asian   financial   crisis   on   top.   soonsang,   the   family   company,   was   founded   by   yang   hyunsook   in   his   late   20s,   with   the   company   primarily   focused   in   construction   during   that   time.   as   the   years   went   on   and   with   successful   investments   under   his   belt,   hyunsook   expanded   soonsang   into   the   automobile,   real   estate,   hotels,   electronics,   and   more.   with   it's   fast   growing   revenue,   hyunsook   was   able   to   expand   soonsang   into   japan   in   1964.   hyunsook   and   his   wife,   soonja,   had   three   children   together,   and   one   of   those   children   went   on   to   have   first   grandson   (   and   grandchild   )   yang   dongbin.

            born   in   1962,   yang   dongbin   was   cherished   from   the   moment   his   mother's   pregnancy   was   announced.   as   both   the   first   grandchild   and   grandson,   there   were   high   expectations   for   him   to   achieve,   and   he   was   expected   to   live   up   to   every   single   one.   he   married   his   long   term   girlfriend,   kim   sunyoung,   shortly   after   they   graduated   college   together   and   started   their   family   a   few   years   after.   by   this   time,   dongbin   had   started   his   career   as   the   director   of   soonsang   auto.   sunyoung   had   begun   her   career   as   an   art   gallery   director,   and   with   her   father   as   one   of   south   korea's   most   powerful   money   lenders,   this   wasn't   an   impossible   task.

            dongbin   and   sunyoung   have   four   children   together   ,   all   daughters.   the   first   is   yejun   (   b.   1990   ),   followed   by   seoyeon   (   b.   1995   ),   and   twins   named   jiwon   and   jihoon   (   b.   2000   ).   the   yang   girls   were   set   up   for   success   from   the   moment   they   were   born,   never   having   to   struggle   or   keep   their   hands   out   for   long.   much   like   their   parents,   they   were   expected   to   do   great   things,   but   dongbin   didn't   want   his   daughters   to   experience   the   same   pressures   that   he   once   did.   he   wanted   his   daughters   to   be   successful,   but   he   also   wanted   them   to   be   able   to   forge   their   own   paths.

            while   eldest   daughter   yejun   went   on   to   pursue   a   career   with   the   ministry   of   economy   and   finance,   it   was   seoyeon   who   decided   to   pursue   something   more   creative.   after   attending   one   of   the   most   prestigious   boarding   schools   in   geneva,   switzerland,   seoyeon   returned   to   south   korea   and   pursued   higher   education.   while   at   korea   university,   she   majored   in   public   administration,   mostly   to   appease   her   grandparents,   as   they   are   the   type   to   look   down   their   noses   if   she   pursued   a   degree   in   anything   she   couldn't   use   realistically.   seoyeon,   on  the   other   hand,   was   not   interested   in   taking   a   job   at   soonsang   as   she   was   expected   to.   call   her   easily   influenced,   but   seoyeon   decided   to   start   a   youtube   channel   when   she   was   twenty   three,   and   that   was   the   birth   of   juliaseoyang.

            it   takes   a   little   while   for   her   channel   to   take   off,   but   she   gets   both   poasitive   and   negative   attention   when   it   does.   there   are   some   who   love   her   luxurious   content—   they   love   her   expensive   skincare   routine   and   shopping   trips,   and   seeing   what   it's   like   for   the   1%   of   korea.   on   the   other   hand,   she's   bashed   for   showing   off,   criticized   for   showing   how   much   money   she   can   spend   in   a   day   without   thinking   twice.   for   seoyeon,   she   takes   heed   of   both   criticisms   and   praise,   but   views   are   views,   and   seoyeon's   subscribers   increase   day   to   day.   by   the   time   she's   twenty   five,   seoyeon   has   obtained   over   a   million   and   a   half   followers,   which   leads   to   her   deciding   to   move   from   seoul   to   new   york   as   more   opportunities   presented   themselves.

            in   the   three   short   years   that   seoyeon   has   been   living   in   new   york,   she   has   gotten   plastered   all   over.   she   faithfully   attends   fashion   month,   sitting   front   row   with   other   celebrities   long   before   she   ever   became   a   brand   ambassador.   she   has   settled   into   life   living   within   new   york,   attempting   to   not   end   up   on   reputation.com,   but   failing   miserably.   

trivia.

she   adopted   the   name   julia   when   she   was   attending   an   international   school.   for   social   media   (   youtube,   tiktok,   instagram   )   julia's   username   is   juliaseoyang.   she   doesn't   mind   if   someone   calls   her   julia,   lia,   or   seoyeon,   but   most   people   know   her   as   julia.

she   was   accepted   into   an   entertainment   company   to   become   an   idol,   but   ultimately   left   the   company   when   her   group   was   skipped   over   for   debut.   she   was   a  trainee   from   the   ages   of   fifteen   to   eighteen.

julia   has   her   name   attached   to   several   brands,   both   in   korea   and   in   the   western   market.   she   was   most   recently   announced   as   a   brand   ambassador   for   tod's,   calvin   klein,   and   for   luxury   skincare   brand   fresh.

her   videos   are   "aesthetic"   in   nature,   but   julia   is   far   removed   from   the   sad   beige   aesthetic!   she   gives   a   lot   of   background   content   when   attending   fashion   month   and   her   day   to   day   life   living   in   new   york.   as   opposed   to   target   runs,   julia   has   saks   runs.   she   posts   outfit   ideas,   hair   tutorials,   and   makeup   content   as   well.

she   doesn't   like   to   cook,   but   when   she   does,   she   loves   to   make   traditional   korean   foods.   despite   growing   up   with   wealth,   if   there   was   one   thing   her   mother   made   sure   of,   it   was   that   she   cooked   meals   for   her   family.   her   favorite   meals   are   jajangmyeon,   ramyeon,   and   bulgogi.   if   asked,   julia   would   cook   for   people   when   coming   by   her   home   or   if   invited   to   a   potluck   /   friendsgiving.

headcanons.

whatever   reputation.com   said   she   did   ...   she   probably   did   it.   spreading   gossip   about   someone?   she   did   it.   talking   shit   about   someone   without   caring   who   may   have   overheard?   she   definitely   did   it.   she's   mean   as   hell   sometimes   (   re:   all   the   time   )   and   she   doesn't   really   care   what   anyone   says   about   her   (   that's   a   lie   considering   her   brand   is   her   ).

she   lives   in   a   beautiful   condo   in   manhattan   (   valued   at   $2.75m   ),   which   she   bought   shortly   after   moving   to   new   york,   but   she   also   kept   the   apartment   that   she   bought   in   seoul.   she   converted   her   spare   bedroom   into   a   massive   closet   (   documenting   the   renovation   on   youtube   of   course   ),   mostly   because   she   hardly   ever   has   guests   over   and   it   made   more   sense   for   her   lifestyle.

she's   more   than   likely   the   one   who   burns   bridges   with   former   friends,   but   somehow   always   has   a   reason   for   doing   so.   she   dislikes   being   told   what   to   do   and   hasn't   shaken   the   desire   for   confrontation.   julia   unfortunately   has   twitter   fingers,   but   she   at   least   provides   receipts   to   back   up   whatever   she   says.   she's   very   shady,   like   real   housewives   kind   of   shady,   but   she   will   do   it   straight   to   someone's   face.   julia   is   known   for   her   resting   bitch   face,   which   is   not   a   façade   to   who   she   really   is.

personality   wise—   she's   known   as   someone   who's   able   to   get   what   she   wants   with   the   point   of   a   finger   or   bat   of   a   lash.   she   has   a   strong   interest   in   people   as   a  whole   regardless   of   their   identifying   gender.   she's   a   jealous   person,   and   doesn't   like   when   someone   she's   interested   in   has   another   person   in   their   ear.   

[midline]

relaxer

“adult smokers in korea average around 13 cigarettes per day.”

it was the first statistic that comes to mind whenever yoo hamin sees a cigarette in sight. it was also the thing he remembered yejun saying to him whenever he saw the young master sneak out of the house with a pack in hand as if it was the answer to why he was doing it in the first place.

it was also the first thing hamin said to eunho when he saw the other pull the cartridge out of his pocket during a lull between their breaks. a moment of reprieve from their duties which often left them alert and ready to jump into action at any moment. 

he recalled at that time, eunho’s confused stare before the sudden eruption of laughter and the peek of canine teeth that hamin found himself fixated on for a moment as eunho places the cigarette between his lips while fumbling for a lighter.

“and i’m sure a majority doubles in that. maybe it’ll be you”

fast forward years later and fortunately, hamin has not succumbed to the statistics and statement eunho mentioned to him.

instead, he’s more likely to be a victim of second-hand smoking as he watches eunho fumble around looking for his pack of cigarettes. one especially needed after getting a call from their client during his day off of all moments. 

“is the young master really pulling this stunt last minute?” eunho mumbles as his eyebrows furrowed in mildly frustration as he looks back again at the table next to their bed stand only to let out a groan to not see it except for the lighter.

fortunately, as hamin slowly makes his way over to their living room, he notices the rectangle peek out from the edge of the living room table with the lighter right next to it and wonders how the other managed to miss such an obvious place. 

there also presented two choices available for hamin at this moment as he grabbed the pack in his hand. either give it to eunho and banish him to the patio. or trash it and wish the best for eunho’s sanity.

fortunately it was an easy choice for hamin by this point.

“haminnie, did you see my cigar-mph?!”

before eunho could finish his question he felt something shove between his lips and instinctively he parted his lips and let it in before holding onto it from falling. he tastes the familiar filter wrapped with nicotine as he looked up to see hamin looking back blankly and holding up the pack in his face.

“living room table, hyung”

“ah.”

it was such a simple statement but it was a profound testament to how easily hamin could find what eunho lost. how much they’ve become a part of each others lives through simple gestures like this.

“what would i do without you?” eunho thinks to himself as he goes back to the bedstand table to grab the lighter.

it was a routine by this point. eunho grabs the lighter, walks out to their patio, and takes his time smoking out there while hamin continues with his activities inside.

so it’s definitely different when eunho finds himself making his way out only to have a towering figure follow afterwards with the same, seemingly indifferent gaze.

cute.

is definitely the first thing that comes to mind and he doesn’t question hamin’s sudden behavior as he steps outside the patio, taking in the breath of fresh air at this point.

and it’s a sight to see for hamin as he watches eunho close his eyes for a minute, the unlit cigarette still in his lip as hamin has placed it there and all those years of never being curious renders itself useless as he has this sudden urge to try it.

what was it about smoking that made eunho like it so much?

so when the younger man saw the lighter go up to end of the cigarette, hamin couldn’t help but reach out and grab a hold onto eunho’s wrist suddenly only for the other to immediately look up in shock, defenses ready for a second.

“hamin?”

“uh…….i want to try one too” he blurts out 

“huh?”

the expression of shock paints both of their face as eunho tilts his head and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, letting it hold between his index and middle finger while using his other free hand to slip under hamin’s bangs and touch his forehead.

“are you sick hamin?” eunho asks in concern as he ignore hamin’s slightly flustered expression as the younger man pulls eunho’s hand away although he doesn’t let go right away and even gives it a small subconscious squeeze.

“no, i just wanted to try. you do it and even young master noah and young master yejun do it as well. i’m just curious.”

it was genuine but the way hamin said it as if he was feeling guilty but too committed in what he does and eunho isn’t sure whether to turn him away or not.

still a part of him is curious too, wanting to see this person whose gone from a colleague to something more in his life try something that he’s managed so hard to hold back.

maybe its just that fun of watching how much he’s made his way into hamin’s life. 

enough to make this one bad choice as he relaxes and breaks away from hamin’s empty hand to reach over to the other one, still gripping on his cigarette pack.

“relax. breathe in slowly through your mouth and out too” eunho commands as he places his cigarette back in his own mouth so he could help pull another empty stick and bring it up to hamin’s lip.

and it’s hard to tear away from the visage as hamin leans down a bit, lips parting slightly before closing around the edge of the cigarette butt and looking up at eunho. 

honestly you could have just taken the cigarette with your hand and put it in you mouth, why did you have to do it like that? 

those were the thoughts screaming eunho’s mind right now as he gestures hamin to lean in for their cigarettes to touch.

it’s cute to see how hamin complies with eunho, a stark contrast to the stubborn personality that often clashes back during work hours on what was the best and safest measure in protecting their clients. and also in other moments behind closed doors. 

the lighter slowly comes up as eunho lets the flame flicker for a second before settling between the two edges of the cigarette and the embers slowly making its way onto the cigarette as they both glanced at each other, sharing this moment of intimacy they never expected to have in their lifetime.

if felt like an eternity passed before eunho pulled the lighter away.

it’s habit for eunho as he sucks in the smoke, letting it settle in his mouth and nicotine settle in his body before exhaling it and letting the smoke out. 

to hamin, it’s completely new. an foreign object making its way through his body as he attempts to mimic eunho’s movement and the words mentioned earlier too him.

albeit the results doesn’t turn out perfect as the younger man feels the smoke trapped in his throat and the sudden urge to cough escape his lips comes free as he starts to cough and let’s out a mild gasp. 

it was enough of a commotion for eunho to hold onto his cigarette with his finger as he puts the cigarette back between hamin’s lips.

“don’t swallow it all so fast and so long. shallow breaths when you inhale and out when you start. let it settle in. and focus on your mouth”

and as eunho instructs, hamin follows. he inhales for a short moment before holding onto it and swallowing a bit before he exhales the puff of smoke escapes from hamin’s mouth and gently wraps around eunho’s face.

silences permeates the patio at this moment as eunho goes back to smoking his own cigarette and making sure to keep an eye out on hamin, his gaze trailing towards his lips as he watches his significant other smoking before his eyes.

it was a sight both found foreign in their eyes and a strong scent foreign to eunho.

he was used to having the scent of cigarettes linger around hamin due to him. however it was fainter, nothing too heavy compared to the muskiness that permeates the patio from both of their cigarettes as he watches hamin get into the hang of it. 

and so one thought suddenly comes to mind.

eunho wonders what it’s like to get a taste of it.

“hamin look over here”

“what hyung” hamin answers, cigarette between his fingers for a moment,  finds himself mildly annoyed since he was finally getting used to it as he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke leave his lips only to feel something warm press against his as eunho engaged in a sudden kiss.

sharp. pungent. musky. strong.

those were similar words going through their heads as eunho felt hamin’s body tense up for a second at the sudden gesture only for the atmosphere to shift as he felt those stiff lips relax and return the kiss, a free arm reaching up to wrap itself loosely around eunho’s waist as hamin leans into the kiss loses himself in that moment.

the cigarette in their hands both forgotten in this moment as their shared something more intimate with each other and lost in something else much more addicting for the both of them instead.

(although hours later, when hamin is icing eunho’s back, he’ll surely make a declaration that cigarettes, indeed, are not his thing). 

[soliloquivm]

⸻  LEE TAEMIN. HE + THEY / have you ever heard of SOME NIGHTS by FUN., well, it describes CHOI YEJUN to a tee! the TWENTY NINE year old, and A CASHIER AT NEXT CHAPTER BOOK STORE was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say THEY are more INSECURE or more DIPLOMATIC instead? anyway, they remind me of drunken confessions as pillow talk , words unspoken and the feeling that everyone is staring  maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

tw homophobia , abandonment , gender bias

time in notting hill : 1 year birthplace : seoul , south korea sexuality : bisexual relationship status : single

life was above normal in korea for yejun . a life of luxury being the child of one of the largest corporations in the country’s ceo . anything that they wanted would be at his feet and having gained education from one of the best boarding schools in switzerland , the world was laid down at their feet . not everything was as picture perfect , however . yejun had always been different , always felt like they didn’t belong . where many of the schoolboys were playing sports and wrestling , yejun was distantly watching in fascination as the cheerleaders would practice their flips .

while not the most formative of situations , yejun did well in his classes , passing with high remarks and got a degree in english literature , a subject that had always fascinated them . it was upon the return to korea for the final time that yejun decided to live a life of comfort , utilizing his parents’ funds to open up their own bookstore in seoul , which had become quite successful – whether it be due to the family name , or the stock he’d kept on hand . it was a comfortable life , but living at his parents had become difficult , more so when he told them the truth — that gender identity felt fluid to them .

they’d kicked him out , leaving their child to find his own way but yejun was determined to live as they saw fit – continuing on with the bookstore , getting their own apartment and flourishing as they began to feel more comfortable in their own skin . with parents remaining distant , and no longer on speaking terms , there was enough comfort to date , and that is when the trouble started .

of course whispers followed the family name , their brand as photos would be released of yejun being seen out with a male , or judgments of the outfits they wore , but they’d never paid mind to that — until one day , a photographer with too much time on their hands , and a bone to pick with the family business caught a photo of him and their boyfriend at the time kissing . the news imploded — and that was the first time in four years that his parents made contact , in the form of a lawyer showing up at their door . it came with a settlement of sorts , laced with threats to leave the country or bare the agony of ruining his family reputation , they would ruin his treasured shop , make sure that nobody would hire them and isolate them out of the community that he’d become comfortable with , along with ruining the life of their boyfriend in the process .

it was an impossible decision to make , but yejun had felt as if they had no other choice .

without warning , yejun packed their bags , leaving their shop behind with the keys sent to his assistant manager along with the title to the business and left the country . in an attempt to make way to the united states ( to get as far away as they could ) , they stopped in london for a few weeks to explore only to realize they’d fallen in love with the town of nottinghill , and with that — they stayed . while the decision was sudden , adjusting took some time , but since , they have settled into a comfortable home of their own and opened up a new bookstore called next chapter

[pintinhos]

se for preciso, eu pego um barco eu remo por seis meses como peixe, pra te ver 𓏸 .ᣞ 🥚 ∘ ˚ ˳°

[flatbbang]

yejun pack!!

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