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Velvet Reverie

choi seunghyun (VANTH) x reader

Summary : She didn’t belong in the Veld. But the dark had noticed her. And it was beginning to listen.

Warning A Dark, Mysterious Romance

a/n : did yall miss me??

Solenne Vale had a habit of ignoring locked doors, warning signs, and good advice.

At 18, she already knew what most people spent their lives avoiding: the world wasn’t enough. Not the soft-town streets she grew up on. Not the sea breeze that tousled her hair every morning. Not even the books she consumed under the covers until her eyes ached.

She wanted more. More darkness. More strangeness. More answers to questions she didn’t dare ask aloud.

So when the sound started — that distant, metallic hum drifting on the night wind — she didn’t hesitate. It came from the edge of the woods. The place no one went. The place they warned her about in the kind of tone that begged to be disobeyed.

She smirked to herself, tugged on her boots, and slipped out the window like she’d done a hundred times before.

The forest was wrong the second she stepped past the treeline.

The air was denser, richer. Like it had weight. The trees were impossibly tall, their bark black as oil and textured like old scars. Leaves shimmered with a violet hue under a sky that wasn’t the sky she knew. There were no stars. Just something... glimmering faintly in the far black above, like eyes half-closed in thought.

She didn’t slow. She liked the way her heart beat faster here. The thrill of not knowing. Of possibly dying. Of maybe discovering something no one else ever had.

Branches snapped behind her. She spun.

Nothing.

“Nice try,” she muttered with a grin, brushing silver hair out of her face.

The sound grew louder — not just a hum anymore, but a melody. Thin, slow, almost like a lullaby played backward. It wrapped around her bones, tugging her forward. She ducked under low branches, boots kicking up strange golden dust from the forest floor. It smelled like petrichor and something sweetly rotten.

And then—

She broke through a curtain of vines and stumbled into a clearing.

The world blinked. Literally — blinked. For a second, the trees moved, like they were exhaling. Like they had lungs. And somewhere, deep in that thick silence…

Someone was watching her.

She didn’t see him. Not yet. But something electric passed through her spine.

Solenne scanned the shadows with narrowed eyes. “Alright,” she whispered to no one, “come out and kill me or leave me alone.”

The forest chuckled.

Or maybe that was her imagination.

She stepped forward anyway.

Far above her, cloaked in the highest tangle of thorned branches, Vanth watched.

Still as stone, pale eyes glowing faintly from under a low black hood. He had seen countless intrusions into the Veld — animals, men, spirits.

None like her.

She walked with no fear. No caution. She grinned at the darkness.

And that grin — that wild, defiant grin — disturbed him more than any spell or scream ever had.

He didn’t move. Not yet.

He wanted to see what she’d do next.

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Velvet Reverie

choi seunghyun (VANTH) x reader

Summary : She didn’t belong in the Veld. But the dark had noticed her. And it was beginning to listen.

Warning A Dark, Mysterious Romance

a/n : did yall miss me??

Solenne Vale had a habit of ignoring locked doors, warning signs, and good advice.

At 18, she already knew what most people spent their lives avoiding: the world wasn’t enough. Not the soft-town streets she grew up on. Not the sea breeze that tousled her hair every morning. Not even the books she consumed under the covers until her eyes ached.

She wanted more. More darkness. More strangeness. More answers to questions she didn’t dare ask aloud.

So when the sound started — that distant, metallic hum drifting on the night wind — she didn’t hesitate. It came from the edge of the woods. The place no one went. The place they warned her about in the kind of tone that begged to be disobeyed.

She smirked to herself, tugged on her boots, and slipped out the window like she’d done a hundred times before.

The forest was wrong the second she stepped past the treeline.

The air was denser, richer. Like it had weight. The trees were impossibly tall, their bark black as oil and textured like old scars. Leaves shimmered with a violet hue under a sky that wasn’t the sky she knew. There were no stars. Just something... glimmering faintly in the far black above, like eyes half-closed in thought.

She didn’t slow. She liked the way her heart beat faster here. The thrill of not knowing. Of possibly dying. Of maybe discovering something no one else ever had.

Branches snapped behind her. She spun.

Nothing.

“Nice try,” she muttered with a grin, brushing silver hair out of her face.

The sound grew louder — not just a hum anymore, but a melody. Thin, slow, almost like a lullaby played backward. It wrapped around her bones, tugging her forward. She ducked under low branches, boots kicking up strange golden dust from the forest floor. It smelled like petrichor and something sweetly rotten.

And then—

She broke through a curtain of vines and stumbled into a clearing.

The world blinked. Literally — blinked. For a second, the trees moved, like they were exhaling. Like they had lungs. And somewhere, deep in that thick silence…

Someone was watching her.

She didn’t see him. Not yet. But something electric passed through her spine.

Solenne scanned the shadows with narrowed eyes. “Alright,” she whispered to no one, “come out and kill me or leave me alone.”

The forest chuckled.

Or maybe that was her imagination.

She stepped forward anyway.

Far above her, cloaked in the highest tangle of thorned branches, Vanth watched.

Still as stone, pale eyes glowing faintly from under a low black hood. He had seen countless intrusions into the Veld — animals, men, spirits.

None like her.

She walked with no fear. No caution. She grinned at the darkness.

And that grin — that wild, defiant grin — disturbed him more than any spell or scream ever had.

He didn’t move. Not yet.

He wanted to see what she’d do next.

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BONAMANA

apart of @igorluvr’s übermensch series

kwon jiyong x fem! reader

summary: caught in a web of infidelity and obsession, you’re once again at jiyong’s place—deep in an affair you can’t bring yourself to end.

warnings: 18+ content ahead including cheating, angst, possessiveness, obsession, unhealthy dynamics, dirty talk, riding, unprotected sex, cumming inside. they’re both not good people, heavily inspired by the actual lyrics of the song (jiyong our messy king), poor seunghyun

a/n: i recommend listening to bonamana while reading if you really wanna feel the vibes. the bold words in this are directly pulled from the english translation🤭 enjoy and make sure to keep up with the rest of the series!! i’m so happy to be apart of it <3

You should’ve gone home.

Your husband Seunghyun had called twice already.

You didn’t answer either time. He was probably sitting in your shared bedroom, eyes heavy with worry.

You told yourself this was the last time.

You stood outside Jiyong’s door, heart pounding with the kind of dread that shouldn’t feel this exhilarating.

Your hand trembled when you lifted it to knock, but you didn’t need to. He opened the door like he was counting the minutes until you got there.

Like he knew.

Jiyong didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you—dark circles under his eyes, jaw sharp with tension, lips parted like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

Like he hasn’t lived since he last touched you.

You don’t speak.

You just walk in.

And his hands are on you before the door clicks shut.

You don’t kiss.

You crash.

Lips and limbs and heat, breath catching in your throat when he whispers against your skin,

“Finally,” Jiyong breathes, voice hoarse like he’s been screaming inside his head for hours.

“You took your time.”

You barely cross the threshold before his lips are on yours again, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks.

He kisses you like he’s trying to fix something inside himself—hard, desperate, uncoordinated.

And you let him.

You always let him.

Your fingers find his jaw, forcing him to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot. Hollow.

“I wake up and it’s like—” He cuts himself off, “A whole day gone. Just… gone. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I just sit here, blankly waiting for you.”

He pulls you close again, tighter this time, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Like a beggar,” he says,

“Trapped in solitary confinement after losing his master.”

His words cut you like daggers.

You should stop him.

You should stop yourself.

But you don’t.

You never did.

Clothes hit the floor like they never mattered. Like none of it matters except this—skin on skin, the sick comfort of being wanted too much.

Jiyong treated you as if you were heaven on earth.

An angel to be worshiped and pleasured.

Jiyong falls back onto the mattress and pulls you on top of him, hands rough on your waist. “Come on, baby,” he murmurs, eyes dark and feral. “We both know the truth.”

Your thighs bracket his hips and your hands press into his chest.

“How about we have a little fun behind your man’s back?” he whispers, lips grazing your collarbone.

Your breath stutters. You grind against him slowly, letting his words poison you sweetly. He groans, head falling back, fingers digging into your ass.

His hands slide up your back, then down to your hips, gripping tightly as he lifts you up and aligns himself without warning.

You gasp as he enters you suddenly, rough and deep. No foreplay, no teasing words—

just raw, desperate fucking.

You ride him with tight drags of your hips, and his name flowed from your lips like a prayer.

“Missed this pussy so much...” he groans, hands holding your hips firmly to guide your movements. His thrusts are intense, almost punishing, as if he's trying to make up for lost time.

“Fuck, you ride me so pretty,” he says.

“So fucking perfect, baby.”

You bite your lip, moaning as you move.

Faster.

Harder.

His hands guide you like he’s sculpting something divine.

“You suck me in like you were made for me.”

He mutters, watching your tits bounce with half lidded eyes.

“Your husband do this to you?” He asks, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Does he make you moan like this?”

He pushes your hips down hard, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your eyes roll back.

You feel him everywhere—inside you, against you, surrounding you. His hands are bruising on your hips and ass, his words dripping with filth, You're riding him even faster now, chasing that high only he gives you.

You can feel the sweat trickling down your spine, your breasts heaving with each desperate breath. His cock throbs inside you, each lift of your hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

“Why can’t you leave him?” he asks, voice breaking. “Why does he get to have you when I need you like this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because the truth is sitting heavy in your chest, thudding in time with your heartbeat.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

Playing with Jiyong’s heart, even engaging in an affair.

But what would life be like without him?

It feels like you’d die.

And Jiyong would too.

“Can you handle this?” he pants against your shoulder, voice ragged. “Ride me just like that—push me hard. Yeah…let me hear you scream, girl.”

And you do.

You let the noise tear from your throat. The rhythm turns reckless, more like train wreck than sex—a violent, beautiful crescendo of something too damaged to name.

A sonata of love gone wrong.

His lips find your throat, then your jaw, teeth scraping like a warning. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Sneaking around. Getting fucked raw by another man while he waits at home.”

His laugh is breathless, bitter.

But his words aren’t cruel—they’re pleading.

“Yes…! Fuck, Jiyong—”

Jiyong flips you without warning, your back hitting the sheets with a thud.

He thrusts into you again, a frantic pace. He’s panting, sweating, muscles tight with restraint he’s clearly about to lose.

He’s not just fucking you—he’s trying to bury something inside you.

The loneliness.

The fear of losing you.

The madness.

His tongue slides into your mouth, hand wrapped tight around your throat—not choking, just holding.

Possessive.

Unhinged.

“I live for this—Fuck, I live for you.”

You arch beneath him, nails dragging down his back hard enough to break skin. He groans—low and guttural—because the pain only pulls him deeper.

It aches, loving you like this. But God, it hurts so good.

He’s completely unraveling now, murmuring sin and worship in the same breath. “You’re mine,” he groans, voice shaking. “At the end of it all—even if no one else knows it—you’re my secret.”

You clench around him, and his rhythm falters, hips jerking as he tries to hold on.

“Ji—please,” you whimper, breath hitching.

“Please don’t stop…don’t you dare stop—”

He finds his rhythm again and your moans mix with his, the room echoing with every slap of skin, every gasping breath, every needy cry.

And just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Jiyong slows down—deep, grinding thrusts now, dragging out the feeling.

He leans in close, sweat dripping from his temple. He grabs your face with his tattooed hand, the rings on his fingers pinching your skin. He forces you to look at him.

“Am I the one who’s fucked up? Or is it both of us?”

He’s panting now. You’re both close.

“It’s me,” you whisper, voice cracking as tears blur your vision. “I’m the one who keeps falling… crawling back to something that ruins us both.”

You press your forehead into his chest, defeated.

He meets you with a slow, aching thrust, drawing a cry from deep in your throat.

“Then we’re a perfect match, baby.” he murmurs against your neck, a bitter edge in his voice. “You and me are the same.”

You come undone with his name in your mouth, tears in your eyes, guilt bleeding out with every gasp.

And Jiyong watches you like he just witnessed something sacred—like you belong to him.

“Only I make you come this pretty...only me.”

You’re still trembling in his arms, your body spent, but he’s not done.

Not yet.

Jiyong grips your hips again, holding you to him—shallow, desperate thrusts that grind against the most sensitive part of you,

“Fuck, baby” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing with your own.

You pulsate around his dick, every nerve still raw, oversensitive, on fire.

“Gonna come,” he chokes out, eyes fluttering shut, “Inside you, baby. Gonna fill you up so deep he won’t ever know.”

He kisses you then—hard, uncoordinated, too full of emotion to be anything less than honest.

Like he’s branding the truth onto your lips.

Mine.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep, hips jerking as he spills his seed into you with a strangled moan. The sound he makes is broken—His arms wrap around you, tight, possessive, so he can fuse you to him through sheer will.

And for a moment, you let him believe you might stay.

That this is real.

That the world outside of this doesn’t exist.

But even as he softens inside you, even as his heartbeat stutters beneath your cheek, he knows better.

The moment is over, and the room is quiet.

He’s the one who breaks the silence.

A soft, cracked whisper against your lips.

“Stay.”

But you don’t.

You never do.

And every time, that’s the part that ruins him more.

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MUSE (PROLOGUE)

choi seunghyun x fem! reader

summary: seunghyun meets you at a party and you might just be one of the lucky people he likes.

warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of jiyong. college au

a/n: this series will get darker it progresses as it’ll lean into heavy yandere undertones so proceed with caution if thats not your thing

Seunghyun was pissed; he hated parties.

He was scrubbing his hands down in the bathroom sink of this random frat house, with beer cups and who knows what else scattered all over the tiled floor.

He was disgusted, but he had to remind himself that this was for Jiyong.

He really didn't want to go back out to the crowded halls, the loud, blaring music ringing in his ears as he stood uncomfortably in a corner. He looked down at his watch, watching it tick at a slow pace.

The time was going too slowly, and he desperately wanted to go home.

He was already exhausted, and Jiyong was nowhere to be found, probably off making out with someone in a closed-off room. He knew his best friend would hook up with people, no matter how much a flustered Jiyong would try to deny it.

Another minute ticked by, and he sighed. deciding it was time for him to get out of the filthy bathroom and endure this shitty party again.

He knew if he was patient enough he could finally go home and get that rest he’s been yearning for.

So, he opens the bathroom door and suddenly he’s drenched with something. His nose immediately filling with the scent of alcohol.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry!”

It was the first time he saw you here.

Funny, because he knew most of the people here, partly from overanalyzing and partly because Jiyong filled him in, but surprisingly, he wasn't the one who spotted you first.

You bumped into him, spilling a cup of awful-smelling beer all over him.

You frantically apologized and tried to clean it off of him.

Seunghyun looked down at you, noticing your tight-fitted outfit that showed off a lot of cleavage. He found it a bit excessive, too revealing for his taste. He felt like rolling his eyes, dismissing you as just another drunk college girl.

But Seunghyun still tried to be as much of a gentleman as possible, awkwardly assuring you that it was okay while doing his best to look away from your chest.

He clears his throat, causing your cheeks to redden as you hurriedly try to cover yourself as much as you can, steering clear of his eyes.

Picking up on the fact that you might be uncomfortable, Seunghyun nods; reassuring you once more that it was okay before walking by you.

He silently curses to himself as he looks down at his soaked shirt and questions whether this night can get any worse.

Grabbing a napkin from one of the snack tables, he dreadfully made his way through the sweaty intoxicated bodies and humid air that reeked of alcohol, weed, and god knows what else; and was now standing at the one spot he's been hiding in the whole night.

The music was a bit quieter in this spot, and there were fewer people around compared to the more crowed parts of the house.

Seunghyun liked it better that way.

“Y/n, please just calm down-”

"No! You don't get how embarrassing this is, I feel so uncomfortable and out of place here. and my change of clothes got ruined before I could even put it on!” The whiny voice explained.

"Just forget about that. At least I’m here now!Let's just enjoy ourselves. Don't ruin everyone else's fun all over a stupid dress!” The other voice snapped. 

Seunghyun was trying his best to clean himself off, but in the process, he couldn't help but listen in on the argument.

To be honest, this was the most entertained he’s been all night.

"Ruin everyone else's fun? Are you fucking serious?!" The once whiny voice was now shouting.

Finally getting Seunghyun’s full attention, he stopped what he was doing and followed the voices. Looking up, he noticed it was the girl he had bumped into. You were on the verge of tears as you looked at who seemed to be your friend.

"You're the one who put me in this awful thing anyway, and you know I hate dressing like this. I'm getting so sick and tired of you forcing me to be like you!"

The tears streamed down your cheeks as you reached your breaking point.

"I should've known this would happen. You never respect my boundaries. Ever!" You were sobbing now.

You had a horrible night.

You spent most of it watching everyone else have fun whilst you were stuck in the corner of the room like you were on time out because of how much you hated your outfit.

You hated it the moment you tried it on but since your friend chose it for you, you went with it anyway. You thought a change might be good, but you quickly found out how wrong you were once you were stood in front of what felt like hundreds of lingering eyes and creepy guys trying to hit on you.

It was impossible for you to enjoy yourself.

You've never felt so uncomfortable in your life and wished you hadn't gone out looking like this.

You'd sent your friend multiple texts begging her to get you a new outfit on her way over to the party, which she did; only for it to get drenched in beer when you bumped into someone in front of the bathroom.

Completely ruining the newly bought clothes and destroying the glimmer of hope you had that the night would get better.

To top off your shitty night you ended up in a public argument with your friend who seemed more concerned about the party than how much this was affecting you.

Seunghyun watched your friend walk away, immediately ending the conversation with a quiet “Whatever." as she headed deeper into the building where the ‘real’ party was happening. She didn't look sorry at all.

He frowned, and his gaze found its way back to you. You stood right where she left you, with your head low and your shoulders shaking because of how hard you were crying.

You swiftly exit, not bothering to look at anyone on your way out.

He sighed. He was entertained; but at what cost. Now he just felt bad, not only from how poorly your friend treated you but also because bumping into him was what ruined the clothes you so badly wanted to change into.

Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it now. You were already gone, and he unfortunately still had a few minutes left in this hell hole Jiyong invited him to. So he spent those remaining minutes recalling the situation.

Your friend was definitely now on the very long list of people he disliked, that's for sure.

But at least he understood why you seemed so uncomfortable when you'd bumped into him earlier.

If only you hadn’t bumped into him, maybe you would've been partying with your friend right now.

The guilt wasn't going away, and it was starting to annoy him. As he checked his watch, he noticed he had stayed longer than he should have, and it was time to go. His irritation quickly replaced by relief.

Leaving to enjoy his alone time in the comfort of his own home was his reward for being a good friend to Jiyong.

Stepping outside, Seunghyun inhaled the fresh air. His eyes were closed, and a small smile made its way onto his lips. It felt like he'd been imprisoned for a decade. Who knew an hour could feel this long.

However, his smile and once happy spirit crumbled when he saw you.

On the steps leading up to the building, there you were. Sitting slouched over as your tears still seemed to flow.

Seunghyun felt that twinge of guilt again.

He exhaled. Feeling utterly defeated, he walked down the steps with his hands shoved in his pockets, ignoring you as he headed to Jiyong's car. He opened the back door and grabbed the sweater he brought just in case, and walked back over to you.

You hadn't looked up once, nor had you even noticed he'd walked past you. So the slight tap you felt on your shoulder caught you by surprise. You wiped your eyes quickly despite knowing that wouldn't make a difference and raised your head.

There he was. His arm stretched out with a grey sweater in his hand.

Before you could even say anything, he beat you to it.

“I'm sorry.”

You frowned, “For what?”

“For ruining your clothes. I saw what happened with your friend and haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.”

You manage to crack a smile, appreciating his kind gesture whilst also hiding the embarrassment you felt now knowing he witnessed everything. Fantastic, you thought sarcastically.

“Here.” He insisted.

Usually, you'd decline, but now wasn’t the time for that. You were desperate. and you couldn't stand being seen in this dress any longer.

A bit hesitant at first, you slowly took it out of his grasp.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He stuffed his hands back into his pockets and watched as you put it on. Your body now covered up with his favourite sweater. “You're Jiyong’s friend, right?”

He nods.

“Okay, I'll have him return it to you.” You smiled.

Seunghyun now had a better look at you and based on the small interaction, you're far from what he thought when he first bumped into you outside of the bathroom.

He actually thought you were quite cute and polite. Seeing you smile up at him made his face feel warm, and it didn't help that you were wearing his sweater too.

He looked away, “Okay.”

As he was about to leave, he stopped himself.

“Do you live on campus?”

The question left his lips before he even realized what he was asking. He swore at himself internally, just wanting to go home but it was almost like he was stuck in place, captivated by the charming girl in front of him.

“No, I don't. I live pretty close, though.”

“Are you gonna be alright? It's really cold, I don't suggest you walk home.”

You found his concern endearing and hadn't even noticed until now how much better you felt.

“Oh no, it's okay. I called a cab, I guess it's just taking a while.” You chuckled.

He nodded, “I'll be leaving now. Goodnight.” he waved as he walked away. Silently patting himself on the back for finally breaking free from the conversation he started.

“Oh, okay! Goodnight! Thanks again!” You rushed out, noticing how quickly he was to leave.

His footsteps stopped abruptly.

“You need better friends by the way.” His voice…It changed. It was darker now, more stern.

Drastically different from the gentler one you heard just a second ago.

Your face went pale, and a chill ran through you.

You couldn't tell if it was because of the cold night air or the now unsettling feeling you got at his words and flipped demeanor.

“You didn't deserve that.”

And with that, he continued walking. Not bothering to wait for a response, but it's not like you had one for him anyway.

You knew he was right.

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I AM A WHORE WHO REMEMBERS

the growl is driving me fucking nuts

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hey so i actually just busted all over the screen!

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𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 - chae moo-shin

Summary | Yoon Eun-ji and her sister Eun-byeol have always been a problem for their strict father, who insists they study with private tutors at home. However, both reject that controlled life and, after an intense argument, decide to leave. Eun-byeol, the more reserved and rational of the two, finds unexpected motivation to attend school when she meets a shy teacher who sparks her curiosity and respect. Meanwhile, Eun-ji, rebellious and hard to impress, crosses paths with a mysterious, quiet boy with a shaved head who saves her from a group of bullies. Fascinated by his enigmatic presence and silent strength, Eun-ji becomes obsessed with him and decides to attend the same school just to find out who he really is.

Pairing | chae moo-shin x fem!oc (yoon eun-ji).

Genre | 2000s era, romance.

Warnings | fluff, romance.

Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

Night had already fallen over the city, covering the streets with its dark and silent cloak. The streetlights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows on the pavement. Eun-ji and Eun-byeol wandered aimlessly, their bodies exhausted after hours of walking with no clear destination.

Finally, they found a bench under the dim light of a lamp post and collapsed onto it with a sigh.

"Eun-ji... I’m hungry," murmured Eun-byeol, resting her head on her older sister's shoulder. Her voice sounded weak, almost like a whisper carried away by the wind.

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Eun-ji looked down at her and sighed. Her stomach was empty too, but the thought of going back home didn’t even cross her mind. However, as she slid her hands into the pockets of her cut-off jeans, she felt the crinkle of a crumpled bill.

"Wait here, Byby," she smiled, trying to convey some calm. "I’ll go buy us something to eat. I’ve got a bit of money."

Eun-byeol nodded faintly, too tired to respond with words.

Eun-ji stood up and walked away from the bench, moving quickly through the streets in search of a café that wasn’t too expensive. It didn’t take long for her to find a small place with warm lights and a tempting smell of freshly baked bread. She went in without hesitation and, after checking the prices, bought a couple of sandwiches.

Just as she was leaving the place, her only concern was getting back to her sister quickly. But apparently, someone had other plans for her.

A group of guys appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.

"Well, what do we have here?" one of them said with a sly grin, shamelessly looking her up and down. "What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?"

"Come with us, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe... and warm," added another with a mocking laugh.

Eun-ji blinked, not fully understanding the situation.

"Could you please step aside?" she asked politely, keeping her calm expression.

"Oh, look at that. The princess wants to leave," one of the boys mocked. "Wouldn’t you rather come with us? We’d have such a good time."

Eun-ji smiled innocently.

"You're very kind, boys, but I have to get back to my sister," she replied, unaware of the danger in her words.

"Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart," one of them chuckled, exchanging glances with his buddies. "She can come too."

The rest burst out laughing.

Eun-ji was about to say something else when the sound of a soda can hitting one of the guys in the head made her fall silent.

The guys turned angrily, searching for whoever threw it, but Eun-ji had already locked eyes with him.

A few meters away, leaning against a wall, stood a boy her age with a serious expression and a relaxed posture, as if this whole thing were a boring show not worth his time. His shaved head highlighted his sharp features, and his intense gaze sent a chill through her she couldn’t quite explain.

In her opinion, he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

"You son of a bitch!" the guy who got hit spat, venom in his voice, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You're gonna pay for that, you piece of shit!"

Without thinking twice, he lunged at him, fists ready to strike, convinced he’d smash his face in one blow. But at the last second, just as his punch was about to land, the shaved boy tilted his head slightly and dodged the attack with insulting ease.

Blinded by rage, the attacker tried another hit, but in the blink of an eye, the boy caught his wrist with one hand. He didn’t seem to be exerting any effort, but his grip was like iron. Before the other could react, he twisted his arm with unexpected strength and, with a simple move, slammed him violently to the ground.

The impact was loud and brutal. The whole group froze in shock.

The boy on the ground groaned in pain, coughing and clutching his side. His friends, who just moments ago were full of confidence, now took a step back, reconsidering whether it was worth getting into a fight they had clearly already lost.

The shaved boy, unfazed, dropped him like a bag of trash and stood up calmly. He slid his hands back into the pockets of his uniform and scanned the others with a blank stare, as if they weren’t even worth his time.

Eun-ji had been watching the entire scene with wide eyes and her heart pounding in her ears. There was something hypnotic about him. Not just the way he fought, but how effortlessly he did it. There was no rage or nervousness in his movements—just absolute confidence that he was going to win from the start. It was like watching a wolf crush a puppy who dared to challenge him.

The thugs quickly realized they didn’t stand a chance. They muttered curses under their breath, picked up their injured friend, and left in a hurry, cursing their bad luck.

Silence returned to the street for a few seconds.

Eun-ji felt her legs move on their own. Without thinking, she ran toward him and, before she could change her mind, she spoke.

"Wait!"

The boy stopped.

For the first time, his eyes looked directly at her.

Eun-ji felt her breath hitch for a moment. Up close, she could better see his features, the hardness in his expression, the seriousness in his eyes. And for some reason, that only made her heart beat faster.

"What’s your name?" she asked, her voice a mix of fascination and nervousness.

Silence.

He just looked at her, without blinking, without moving a single muscle.

Eun-ji swallowed hard but didn’t give up.

"What school do you go to?"

Nothing.

No answer, not even a sign he had heard her. Just that overwhelming silence that, instead of bothering her, captivated her even more.

The boy simply observed her a few seconds longer, evaluating her with the same unreadable expression, then, without saying a single word, turned around and walked away.

Eun-ji watched him until he disappeared into the distance, feeling a whirlwind of emotions in her chest.

She didn’t need to ask which school he went to.

She had recognized it instantly from his uniform.

And for the first time in her life, she felt something stronger than mere admiration.

Something closer to obsession.

After the unexpected fight and the thoughts still swirling in her head, Eun-ji walked back to the bench where she had left her sister. Her mind was full of the shaved boy, that boy who, without even speaking, had captured her attention in a way she had never experienced before. The small smile on her lips revealed a change she didn’t fully understand. What was his name? Why hadn’t he said anything? Could he be mute?

When she realized what she was thinking, she let out a small laugh, closing her eyes to calm herself. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It was the first time she had felt that spark in her chest, her heart racing, skin tingling with excitement. But why? She barely knew him. She only knew one thing for sure: she wouldn’t let him go, and she knew exactly how to make that happen.

As she reached the bench where she had left her sister, her expression changed instantly upon seeing a man—a stranger—next to Eun-byeol. The cigarette in his hand was the one detail that made her frown.

"What... are you doing with my sister?" said Eun-ji, her voice full of anger. There was no doubt in her tone.

Without thinking, she rushed over, her low-heeled sandals making it harder to move quickly, but her fury pushed her forward. She reached the man and, without hesitation, kicked him in the ankle, making him yelp and stumble backward.

Eun-ji didn’t stop and, with a serious expression, hugged her little sister, pulling her behind her in a protective instinct.

"You think it’s okay to offer a cigarette to a minor? You should be ashamed!" Her tone was sharp, every word laced with protective rage.

The man, still clutching his leg in pain, tried to defend himself.

"Y-young lady, I was just taking the cigarette away from her..." he stammered, looking at the woman behind him, who also looked uncomfortable.

Eun-ji stared him down, not believing his words.

"Taking it away...?" she muttered, a bit incredulous, then turned to her sister. "What were you doing with that trash? You don’t smoke, silly! Who knows where you got that from..." Her tone was a mix of scolding and concern, though the discomfort from the situation was obvious.

With a heavy sigh, Eun-ji turned back to the man, her expression softening slightly, though still full of distrust. She bowed a bit, trying to stay calm and correct the situation.

"I’m really sorry if I offended you. My sister is a bit impulsive, but..." she said in a gentler tone. Although she could be quite fierce, when she felt she was in the wrong, she didn’t hesitate to apologize.

The man, still in pain, grimaced as he stood up with the help of the woman.

"D-don’t worry, it’s normal for you to care about your sister..." he murmured, resigned but still a bit annoyed by the kick.

Just then, the woman with him took out her phone and answered a call. Apparently, it was urgent.

"Ah, then I should escort you home quickly," said the man, glancing at Eun-ji and then at her companion.

But before he could say more, Eun-byeol stepped out from behind her older sister. With a determined look, she gently but firmly grabbed the boy’s shirt.

"Sir… I think what you said is true, and I sincerely apologize. Please… take us home," she said, her tone calm and serious, with an elegance that surprised Eun-ji.

Eun-ji froze for a moment, staring at her younger sister. She had never seen Eun-byeol so delicate, so mature in a situation like this. There was a serenity about her that seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if a different Eun-byeol had taken control.

“W-why should I? If you’re going, you should go alone,” the man replied dismissively, averting his gaze.

“Right?” Eun-byeol replied in a melancholy tone, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Who would think twice about two girls like us…”

Oh, she knew exactly what her sister was doing. Eun-ji suppressed a smile and decided to play along.

“Then… we’ll go alone,” she said with a slight pout, lowering her gaze in feigned sadness.

The man frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the scene.

“Hey, I’m a little busy right now…”

Before he could come up with another excuse, the woman accompanying him stepped in with a guilty expression.

“Mr. Jang, take them home,” she said firmly. “I’ll feel bad if I leave them alone… I can take a taxi.”

And just like that, their plan worked perfectly. The woman left, and the man, cornered by the situation, had no choice but to stay with them.

However, the moment Jang asked for their home address, Eun-byeol switched tactics, placing a hand on her stomach with a pained expression.

“Ah… I think I ate something bad…” she groaned, leaning forward slightly.

Eun-ji hid her amusement behind a mask of concern, gently rubbing her sister’s back.

“Oh no… Are you okay? Maybe we should find a place to eat something light before going home…”

The man sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright, alright… Let’s find a restaurant.”

Another plan executed successfully.

Later, at a small restaurant, Jang watched them with his arms crossed as they ate with obvious satisfaction. Eventually, he broke the silence.

“Where do you live? What school do you go to?”

Eun-byeol raised an eyebrow and brought her chopsticks to her lips before replying in a playful tone:

“Are you trying to hit on us?”

Jang nearly choked. He turned to Eun-ji for support, but her expression was far from reassuring. She was holding a spoon… and bending it with alarming ease, her eyes narrowed at him.

The man gulped and quickly waved his hands.

“O-of course not!” he blurted. “I’m a teacher, you know?”

Eun-ji clicked her tongue and flicked her hair with an air of superiority.

“No wonder you have no style.”

Eun-byeol let out a mocking giggle.

“Are you seriously a teacher?”

Offended, Jang pulled out his ID and showed it to them with a defiant look.

“I’m the homeroom teacher of Class 8 at Myeongmun High School.”

The name of the school made Eun-ji fall silent. Her eyes widened slightly, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it.

Myeongmun High School…

It was the same school the boy who had saved her just an hour ago attended. Her lips curled into a slight smile as a subtle blush colored her cheeks.

Fate, it seemed, was on her side.

[xxtoptaexx]

momentum : london | choi seunghyun

pairing: choi seunghyun x f!reader warnings: eventual enemies to lovers, angst, smug!seunghyun, bickering, more probably bad spy stuff. (more warnings in future chapters) note: part two happened way faster than i expected! please enjoy, and let me know what you think. For part one, click here

At Seunghyun’s albeit rude suggestion, you did do laundry to clean your sweater and slacks for your flight to London. In part because you didn’t want to leave dirty clothes behind, but also because he was right: they were the nicest clothes you owned. When you met with Seunghyun outside of the apartment block to await the car to bring you to the airport, a smug expression of approval was visible on his face, and you mentally cycled through a list of names you’d like to call him before settling on remaining silent.

To your surprise, you aren’t brought to Incheon like you expected, but to a private hangar far outside of the city. You follow Seunghyun’s lead, keeping your head down and allowing the baggage handlers to load your two suitcases into the external compartment of the plane while you board. Seunghyun has already chosen a seat and is setting up his laptop on the table in front of him, not bothering to spare you a look when you slip past him to sit in a seat where you don’t need to face him.

Having already determined that the flight was going to be quite long, you prepared by downloading several movies and television shows you’d been meaning to catch up on, along with a few playlists you created depending on your mood. You take your tablet and headphones from your carry-on, getting prepared to determine which form of entertainment you’re going to start with when Seunghyun says your name. Since you have your headphones on, you opt to ignore him, pretending you’ve already started listening to music. Until he snaps his fingers at you to get your attention.

“If you value the use of your fingers, never snap at me again,” you say, not turning to look at him as you continue to scroll through your tablet.

“You seem cranky. Maybe a nap will do you some good.” The flight hasn’t yet departed, and you are already thinking of ways to make it look like an accident when you throw him off of the plane at forty thousand feet. “Like Zeus said,” Seunghyun continues. “Once the plane lands in London, we’re the Parks. Are you going to be ready?”

“I was born on a green light,” you say, choosing a playlist and tapping play as you close your eyes. “See you in twelve hours.”

The flight continues in relative silence, at least between the two of you. In between small naps, Seunghyun makes a few in-character calls to verify reservations in London, and you communicate with the flight attendant, however, you avoid conversation with Seunghyun until the final two hours. When he moves from his seat to take up residence in the seat across from you, he stares at you expectantly, waiting for you to take your headphones off and acknowledge him. For a few moments, you ignore him, staying focused on the movie you are watching until finally you grow tired of his eyes on you.

“What?” you ask, tugging your headphones from your ears and rolling your eyes to finally meet Seunghyun’s gaze.

“Sorry to break you away from your movie,” he says, no sincerity to his tone. “We’re two hours away, so we should loosen up. Get into character. It seems like it’s going to be difficult for you to look past this…” He trails off, gesturing back and forth between himself and you, searching for a word to describe the relationship between the two of you.

“Rivalry?” you offer, which causes him to lock in with an amused expression on his face.

“That’s what you think of this as?” he asks, his tone mocking. “We’d have to be at the same level for this to be a rivalry, princess. No wonder you hate me so much; if you think that we’re even close to the same status…” You hope he can’t read the mix of embarrassment and anger on your face, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he can impact your mood so severely.

“They should invent a new word to describe just how egotistical you really are,” you retort, looking at the screen of your tablet to focus your eyes on anything apart from Seunghyun.

“I hope they name it after me.”

“Too bad you live your life in secret and no one cares who you are.” When Seunghyun doesn’t respond, your eyes flick up to him, finding his jaw set tight and his eyes directed out the window of the plane, watching the clouds intently.

“I don’t believe we’ve discussed the physical intimacy that will have to come along with this…marriage,” he begins, his voice low. “It should be minimal: holding hands, possibly some very minor kissing.” He pauses, sighing deeply as he faces you again. “If I have to touch you, I promise it will be respectful,” he continues. “I’ll keep my hands above your waist.”

Seunghyun’s words feel uncharacteristically considerate, but his tone is flat, almost robotic. You assume he has had similar discussions with other female agents that he worked with, and he has the routine memorized. Still, you find a flicker of sincerity in his eyes, though it could be a crack in his arrogance from your previous jab.

“Okay,” you nod. “Thank you.” Seunghyun gives a curt nod in response, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a small case.

“These are our rings,” he says, opening the case and showing you the two wedding bands inside. “I asked them to do black gold and sapphire, since that seemed like…” He trails off shrugging his shoulders as thought better of finishing his sentence. “There’s a small tracker implanted in each band,” he says. “We’ll both have access to one other’s locations via an app on our devices in the event that we get separated. The coordinates are also visible by Neptune at the Wales office.”

The moment feels unusual, and you’re unable to fully focus on Seunghyun’s words. Looking at the matching black gold bands, with sapphire stones set throughout to mimic a nebula, it makes you feel a strange longing in your chest. All of your life, you’d never given much thought to love or marriage, instead focusing on living your own life and dedicating yourself to work. Now, for a brief moment, you have a flash of emotions in your body – a moment of mourning for the life and love that you may have deprived yourself of.

“Do you not like them?” Seunghyun’s voice pulls you back to reality, and you blink away the tear from your eyes that you didn’t realize had formed.

“No, they’re cool,” you mutter, clearing your throat as you reach towards the box, but Seunghyun moves it from your reach.

“Let me put it on you,” he says, pulling an annoyed and offended expression. “Have some respect for the sanctity of marriage.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, extending your hand to him. He removes the ring from the box and takes your hand in his with more tenderness than you expect from him. As he slips the ring onto your finger, you notice how soft his hands feel, but rush the thought from your mind as you look down at how the ring looks on your finger. “It’s really pretty,” you say, finding yourself slipping back into longing for a moment. “Uh, I guess you want me to put yours on you, too?”

“It’s only fair,” he says, sliding the box towards you and extending his hand to you. Rolling your eyes again, an action you feel like you will grow accustomed to over the next month, you remove the ring from the box and grasp his hand, slipping the ring on his finger.

“There we go,” you say, setting your hands in your lap and resting back into your seat. “We’re official now. Can I go back to my movie?”

“Are you going to be a good wife when we get to London, princess?” Seunghyun asks, his tone heavy with arrogance but he manages to keep the smirk from his lips (though you can still see it in his eyes).

“Up until I kill you and make it look like an accident so I can collect your life insurance,” you say, reapplying your headphones and feigning a sickly sweet smile. “Sweetheart.” The smile finally spreads across Seunghyun’s face, and he lets out a small amused huff of a laugh.

“Enjoy your movie,” he says, moving back to his original seat.

The plane touches down in London at 6:30pm but if you think about the time change too much, you’ll get sick. Seunghyun exits the plane first, waiting for you at the bottom of the steps with his hand out to help you step onto the concrete. You follow him to the black Rolls Royce that waits nearby, where the chauffeur opens the door to allow you inside. You mutter a quick thank you, before climbing into the car.

Having only hired drivers from rideshare services before, you find yourself stunned by how luxurious the interior of the car is. Seunghyun laughs softly as he makes himself comfortable in the seat beside you, but he reaches out to gently take your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Only the best for my princess,” he mutters, as you force a smile and softly yank your hand from his grasp.

The ride to the hotel is quiet. As it’s your first time in London, you watch the sights through your window, entranced by the architecture and busy streets. Seunghyun stays silent beside you with his legs crossed, preoccupied with his phone. When the car comes to a stop in front of a beautiful, massive building, you quickly clock the two doormen who stand at the ready.

“Is this–?”

“The Corinthia,” Seunghyun says, with a sigh. “Not my first choice for us, but The Ritz was booked solid. I’m sorry, princess.” You turn towards him, hoping your shocked reaction is clear. “I managed to book The Hamilton Penthouse, though,” he adds, and this time, he gives you a smile that you haven’t seen from him before: something soft and almost loving. “Daesung from the office said he and his wife stayed there for Valentine’s Day last year, so I think you’ll love it.”

“That’s…okay,” you nod. “Sounds great.”

Your door suddenly opening causes you to jump and you’re met with the chauffeur, holding his hand towards you to help you from the car. The next several minutes feel like a whirlwind. Seunghyun takes your hand in his, leading you into the grand lobby of the hotel, where you become so transfixed on the spectacle, you zone out from the rest of the conversation along with the elevator ride to your floor. Before you know it, you’re entering the front door of the penthouse, the bellhop setting all of your bags inside the lobby of the room before taking his leave.

“This place is–”

“Shhh,” Seunghyun hushes, bringing you crashing back into reality, prepared to snap at him.

You watch him pull glasses from his pocket, slipping them on and tapping the side. You assume that these are the tech glasses others in your department helped develop, but you’d never seen them in action before. Seunghyun gestures towards you to tell you to stay where you are as he travels deeper into the penthouse, leaving your view for several minutes before passing by you to check the remaining room. When he finally returns, he removes the glasses and slides them back into his pocket.

“All clear,” he says.

“Did you think someone planted bombs in our hotel?” you ask, tone heavy with sarcasm.

“No, Zenith, I didn’t think anyone planted bombs,” he replies, flatly. “I scanned the room for monitoring devices; bugs, camera, trackers. You should always clear a new room before dropping character.” You nod – it makes sense, but the intensity in Seunghyun’s voice gives you a tinge of amusement. “Have a look around,” he says, gesturing behind him. “It’s clear you’ve never been to a place like this before, but please, when we’re in public, try to act like you’ve seen luxury in your life.”

“Whatever,” you mutter.

The penthouse is beyond luxurious. From the all-white marble lined lobby, you peek into the dining area, a small space with a table and four chairs, decorated with flowers and ornate cutouts with mirrors inside. On the table sits a small spread of desserts, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket. You’re tempted to roll your eyes that Seunghyun might have requested this wine, but you remind yourself that you’re intended to be a couple.

Attached to the lobby is a small half-bathroom hidden behind a floor-to-ceiling mirror. To the left of the dining room is a small hallway that leads to the living room, furnished with off-white floor-to-ceiling curtains, plush furniture, and a writing desk. Crossing the room, you push the curtain aside to peer out at the city below. You’re so distracted by the view from the windows, and don’t immediately notice the fireplace that is at the entrance of the living room, already lit and keeping the room cozy.

Exiting the living room to reenter the lobby, where Seunghyun still stands, furiously texting on his phone, you move around him, noticing a small vestibule that leads to a kitchen as well as a spiraling marble staircase that you assume leads to the bedrooms. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you find yourself at the entrance of a bedroom, met first with a vanity built into the wall and a mirror lined wardrobe. At the end of the wardrobe, the room opens up: a king size bed with more decorative pillows than you’ve seen in your life, along with a matching bench seat tucked against the small wall at the foot of the bed that houses the television.

The bedroom curves into the bathroom, which holds a long vanity, a built-in shower with a rainfall showerhead, and a freestanding stone bath. You exit into the bedroom once again from the door on the other end of the bathroom, and make your way out of the glass doors to the private roof terrace. The space is furnished with lavish outdoor seating and tables, along with a small fire pit. Finally, up a short set of stairs at the edge of the terrace is a jacuzzi, placed perfectly to overlook the city below while still affording enough privacy for the user.

You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs with the breezy London air. For a moment, you forget about the operation, and take in the beauty of the city below you. It’s breathtaking, and absolutely surreal to find yourself in such an unbelievable, fairy tale situation.

Until you remember there’s only one bed.

“Oh, what the fuck,” you mumble to yourself, storming back into the penthouse and trudging down the steps. When you enter the living room, you find Seunghyun has removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, now sitting at the desk with his laptop open in front of him. “There’s only one bedroom,” you say. Seunghyun purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, nodding his head slowly.

“Yeah,” he says. “That’s fairly common.” You stare back at him as he begins typing on his laptop, not convinced he hasn’t put two and two together yet. “Are you worried that if you have to share a bed with me that you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?” he asks, and the smirk on his lips tells you he’s testing your patience again.

“If only to strangle you in your sleep,” you say.

“Relax,” he laughs, not looking up from the laptop. “I plan to sleep on the sofa. You can keep your virginity, princess.”

“First of all, I’m not a virgin.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Second,” you begin, ignoring the way he raises his eyebrows, his gaze still directed at his laptop screen. “Please stop calling me ‘princess’ when we’re in private. It’s demeaning and weird.” Seunghyun smiles in amusement, mouthing the word ‘demeaning’ after you say it, as if he finds something funny about it. “I’m going to take a shower,” you mutter. “There’s no door on the bathroom, so if you need to come in–”

“I won’t,” he interrupts. “I hope your shower helps you relax a bit.”

It’s another jab, but you choose to ignore it, not having the energy to keep bickering with him. The time zone change has turned your insides upside down, and the long flight drained you as well. Ascending the stairs again, you hear Seunghyun begin to play classical music softly from a speaker, humming along with the tune. Your mind wanders to what exactly his problem with you may be, but you know you’d only exhaust yourself with the thoughts, so you focus instead on enjoying your shower.

You lose track of time in the shower, taking full advantage of the rainfall showerhead and the ability to adjust the lighting overhead in the surprisingly spacious room. Once you settle into your pajamas, you decide to work on some more coding for your new virus, so you set up your laptop at the built-in desk beside the bed. You opt to leave one of the terrace doors open, letting a small breeze from the night air roll in to cool your flushed skin.

“Is it okay if I come up?” Seunghyun’s voice carries from further down the stairs, and you are pleasantly surprised that he asks for permission before entering.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you call out. Seunghyun enters the room, taking a look around and even peeking out onto the terrace. You notice that he holds a glass of wine in his grasp, which he sets down on the desk next to your laptop. “Oh, thanks,” you say. “Did you need to use the shower?”

“No, I’ll shower in the morning,” he says, taking a step back and slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Are you hungry? There’s a kitchen, though since we’re both tired, maybe room service is a better option. Technically, the penthouse has a private butler, but I told them it wasn’t necessary.”

“Sure,” you nod, enjoying the normalcy of the conversation. “What are you getting?”

“Salmon.”

“That sounds good. I’ll have that, too.”

“I didn’t take you for an easy girl,” he quips, and you sigh – it was normal for a moment, at least. “While I’m up here, I’ll give you this.” He pulls his wallet from his back pocket and slides a card out, setting it on the desk beside you: a black American Express. “That’s my credit card,” he says, putting his wallet away. “Well, it’s ‘Jisung’s’ credit card. I wouldn’t trust you with my money; I’m sure you’d spend it on video games and green lightsabers.”

“Don’t patronize me, I’d get a purple lightsaber,” you say. “Why do I need this card exactly? I have my own ‘Layla’ credit card.”

“Daddy’s card doesn’t have a limit,” he grins.

“That was horrible.”

“I told you that you need to buy some clothes,” he continues, smiling to himself. “You’ll need a dress for the fundraiser, and at least two other evening gowns. Heels, jewelry. The rest can be casual clothing, but nothing with a hood and no t-shirts. We’re not going to a blink 182 concert.”

“I think they broke up.”

“Regardless,” he sighs, his turn to feel annoyed by you. “I saw that you packed make-up, but you should get some designer perfume, as well. Not something you got at duty free.”

“Anything else, ‘daddy’?”

“Mmm,” he hums, fighting the smirk from his lips. “Nothing you’re ready for tonight.”

“Let me know when the food gets here,” you say, turning back to your laptop and picking up your glass to take a sip of wine. Seunghyun chuckles, exiting the room and retreating down the stairs.

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You awake to the daylight shining through the terrace doors – you must have forgotten to close the curtains the night before. Feeling blindly at your side, you grab your phone checking the time – 7:05. While it’s later than you’d like to wake up, it’s also earlier than you should, given how tired you feel. As you sit up, pulling in a deep breath, the scent of cologne and body wash is clear in the air, so you listen carefully for Seunghyun. You contemplate calling out to him, but you get stuck on which name to refer to him as, so you opt to cover your eyes and lean closer to the entrance of the bathroom.

“Are you in there?” you call out.

No answer, nor do you hear the water running, so you lower your hand from your face and peer into the room. No sight of him. You hurry down the steps to search for him in the rest of the penthouse, but Seunghyun is nowhere to be found. For a moment, you’re concerned, until you spot a note on the dining room table, next to the room service menu.

Have fun shopping today, princess. I’ll catch up with you later this afternoon – I’ll be visiting with Charlie at his office. Let’s get coffee before the fundraiser. With every beat of my heart –  J

You sigh at the in-character note. The sensation you felt the day before when Seunghyun presented you with the rings has returned – an unusual longing. You’re certain it has nothing to do with Seunghyun himself but instead for the other life you could have had with someone you love writing notes for you to wake up to. But you have a career and a future, and you’re satisfied with both. You flip the note over in your grasp noticing a few names are written down: Dover Street, Harrods, Royal Exchange, John Lewis. You recognize some of the names, and immediately assume this is Seunghyun’s way of suggesting shops for you. In truth, you’re thankful to have an idea of where to begin, and hope that you can figure out the rest along the way.

Shopping for designer clothing in London proves to be less complicated than you expect. You take Seunghyun’s suggestions of locations to visit, and are immediately swept up in the personal shopping experience that each shop provides. You assume it has something to do with Park Jisung’s black AmEx.

The first dress you buy is the one you decide to wear to the fundraiser – a periwinkle blue sleeveless evening gown, with a slit that stops midway up your thigh. The neckline is square, showing off more skin than you would normally, though still keeping something to the imagination. The shop girl tells you it’s a mermaid silhouette with princess seams, which you pretend to understand in an effort to maintain your character. She manages to talk you into a pair of matching blue satin Manolo Blahnik pumps, with a crystal-embellished bird applique on the front. Knowing that you plan to have other banquets to attend while in London, you decide to get the same dress in a light green, thankful that there are Manolo Blahnik pumps with a similar color to this dress as well.

Next, you find a lace mini frame dress in black. The shop girl explains that it’s called a ‘frame dress’ because of the lacy overlay, but you pretended you already knew that. The long, sheer sleeves make you feel more comfortable in exchange for the short length of the dress – the mini dress only comes midway down your thigh, but the crystal-embellished yellow pumps the shop girl talks you into makes it seem even shorter. You hesitate on the color of the heels, but she assures you that the all black dress requires a pop of color.

Feeling confident with your choices for evening wear, you find a black and tan designer polo shirt, along with matching shorts that the shop girl assures you is perfect for casual outdoor activities. You manage to get a nice pair of black trainers and crew socks to match, which you are certain you’ll be thankful for after wearing high heels so often. Since you like the polo shirt, you stick with the brand, Maison Margiela, and others with a similar style for your casual attire – cardigans and polo shirts, along with skirts and some dark wash jeans, without any tears.

You keep the jewelry simple – predominately silver with some pearls and diamonds. You also take Seunghyun’s advice to find perfume that would be better matched for your new wardrobe. After speaking with the shop girl, she suggests two different brands, French names that you tried to remember but forgot, both of which you buy. The shop girl is able to talk you into a few other accessories that you otherwise wouldn’t have thought of, especially since you’d already wracked up a considerable amount of charges on the credit card. After a while, you stop focusing on the price tags and got lost in the experience.

Before leaving the shops, you make one more stop by the lingerie. While you knew it wasn’t necessary, you’ve never been able to buy anything quite so luxurious before, so you decide to treat yourself. It’s not your money, after all, and you can explain it away as you getting lost in your character. You buy a few matching lacy sets, and though you try to stick to a basic black color, you’re caught up in the bright pinks and soft blues that you find as well. Since it’s only for your benefit, you branch out, buying colors and cuts that you normally wouldn’t.

By the time you finish shopping, the car you hired for the day is filled with bags and boxes, and you have a brief moment of regret for spending so much money. But as the car comes to a stop outside of the hotel, and Seunghyun is already standing on the sidewalk with a welcoming smile on his face, the regret slips from your mind and you focus on being ‘Layla’.

“Hello, princess,” Seunghyun grins as he opens the door for you, extending his hand to grip yours and help you from the car. “How was shopping?” he asks, pressing a small kiss to your cheek that catches you off guard.

“Oh, uh, sweetheart,” you stumble over your words, clearing your throat as you lock eyes with him. “It was nice, thank you.” Seunghyun tips his head to the side to peer into the car, taking in the sea of bags in the backseat; when he looks at you again, his expression is clearly amused.

“Looks like you had a great time,” he chuckles. “I’ll have them brought up to the room.” You watch Seunghyun catch the attention of the doorman, asking for him to have one of the bellhops bring your belongings inside. “Now,” he says, directing his attention to you. “We have a few hours before we need to be ready for the fundraiser. How about that coffee? I saw a cafe down the road that looks cozy.”

“That sounds great,” you reply, forcing a smile to your lips.

With a nod, Seunghyun takes a few steps back, allowing you to walk up the sidewalk a few feet. When you look at him from over your shoulder, you notice he’s talking to the bellhop for a moment before turning to catch up with you. Upon reaching you, he places his hand against your back, guiding you a few steps away from the edge of the sidewalk so that he’s on the outside, closer to the street. You’re briefly impressed by the gentlemanly action, but when he takes hold of your hand as you both begin your walk, your mind suddenly feels trapped. It’s too intimate, too real.

“Did you find a dress for the fundraiser tonight?” Seunghyun asks.

“Yeah, I did,” you reply. “It’s simple. I didn’t want anything to flashy.”

“You should show yourself off more often, princess,” he says, squeezing your hand. You find a flush hitting your cheeks from the way the conversation sounds – the intimacy of it, having to speak so lovingly with someone you hate feels surreal. When you don’t respond to him, Seunghyun clears his throat. “I met with Charlie today,” he says. “He sends his regards. He said we should have lunch soon.” You recall that Charlie is the pseudonym for Neptune, and you realize this means Seunghyun had a briefing that you weren’t a part of.

“Why’d you go see him without me?” you ask, your voice barely hiding the anger you feel bubbling up inside of you. “I think it would be important for me to see him, too. He is our friend, after all.” Seunghyun lets out a nervous laugh, glancing around at the others on the street as if he expects them to be staring.

“Now, princess, don’t worry,” he assures. “I can catch you up on how our friend Charlie is doing.”

You sigh, opting to focus on the sidewalk in front of you as you continue your trek to the cafe that Seunghyun has in mind. While you realize that you should be acting less petulant in public, you’re frustrated that Seunghyun has had a meeting with Neptune without including you. It makes you feel that he’s still trying to keep you out of the mission, even though you’re directly involved. His need to be in charge, to be better than everyone else, has lost its charm, though you’d argue it never was charming.

When you finally reach the cafe, Seunghyun directs you to have a seat in a booth secluded at the back while he orders drinks. You slip into the booth and pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through your fake Layla social media accounts to try to keep busy. After a few moments, Seunghyun joins you, sliding into the booth across from you.

“I ordered your favorite,” he says, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and focusing on it for a moment.

“Oh, dark roast–”

“Dark roast oat milk latte,” he interrupts, still looking at his phone.

“How–?”

“Of course I know your favorite drink, Layla,” he says, slipping his phone back into his pocket and folding his hands on the table in front of him. “I pay attention.”

He stares at you with a faint smile, waiting for you to speak, but you feel stuck. You’re certain that The Syndicate has done their research and provided him with a list of your quirks and interests, but why would they not have done the same for you? As you think of you, you don’t know anything personal about Seunghyun.

“What did you get for yourself?” you ask, watching the smile on his lips spread to his eyes.

“Ristretto,” he says. “I’m still feeling the jet lag from yesterday’s flight, so I could use the pick-me-up. Also, I didn’t get much sleep; I worked a little late last night, and didn’t want to disturb you, so I slept on the sofa. Given the curved shape of it, I don’t believe it’s designed for sleeping on.” His tone shifts to sarcasm, with a hint of annoyance, and you know that this is Seunghyun speaking – you can’t help but chuckle softly at his sincerity. “That’s funny to you?” he asks, the faint smile returning to his lips as the barista delivers the drinks to your table.

“A little,” you reply.

“Mmm, well,” he hums, his fingers toying with the handle of his mug. “Such a loving wife to find humor in my misery.” You pick up your coffee, bringing it up to your lips to blow softly before taking a sip. “I don’t know how you slept without me beside you last night,” Seunghyun sighs, his finger now tracing the rim of the mug as he gives you a small, teasing smile.

“It was the best sleep I’ve ever had, honestly,” you retort, setting your drink back into the saucer. “I don’t think I’ve slept that well since before I met you. Maybe there’s a correlation.” Seunghyun raises his drink to his lips, taking a small sip as he keeps his eyes on you over the mug. When he sets it down again, he slides out of his seat and moves swiftly to sit in the seat beside you. “Wha–?” you begin to question him, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“You have to relax,” he whispers, his deep voice rumbling quietly in your ear. “People are going to think that I’m holding you hostage. We’re meant to be a happily married couple. Start acting like it.”

You know he’s right. He has been trying to work beyond the disdain you have towards one another, but you’ve been making it more complicated for him. It’s difficult to look past the resentment you’ve held for him since you realized that he’d been holding you back from growing in The Syndicate, but you know that if you don’t play nice, you’ll never see another opportunity again. You let out a deep sigh, nodding your head – for good measure, you let out a small giggle that is uncharacteristic of you, and you gently shove him away.

“Your breath is tickling my neck,” you smile. It wasn’t a lie, though you would have liked to shove him hard enough to send him tumbling to the floor. Instead you used it to seem sweet and flirty with your husband, much to your misery. Seunghyun smiles, reaching out to gently brush his knuckles across your cheek, a simple, loving gesture from a husband to his wife.

“At least I can still get you flustered after all these years, princess,” he quips, reaching across the table to drag his drink closer to him.

Seunghyun stays beside you for the duration of your time at the cafe. Oddly, you don’t find the rest of the visit to be completely uncomfortable, as the two of you chat idly about the other places you’d like to visit while in the city. It feels friendly more than intimate, which you assume is why you find it easier to experience. Once you finish your drinks, and exit the cafe, Seunghyun looks at his wristwatch, letting out a sigh.

“We should head back to the hotel,” he says. “We’ll need to start getting ready for the fundraiser. It starts in a few hours. I can’t wait to see what dress you picked out.”

The way Seunghyun speaks has a hint of humor to it, like he’s speaking from the heart and is prepared to be amused by what you may have selected. You wonder what it is he thinks you picked out, and how little he must truly think of you. On your walk back to the hotel, you’re both silent, and Seunghyun once again holds your hand loosely in his grasp as he walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

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Once you return to the hotel, Seunghyun gives you a rundown on his meeting with Neptune. He was given more intel about the goings on at the fundraiser, including that it’s expected to be first of several. Richard planned the secret meetings like a tournament, looking to whittle the circle down to a small few. The objective of the night is to make it to the next ‘round’.

Preparing for the fundraiser, you feel your nerves finally begin to catch up to you. Sure, you’d felt some jitters on the flight, thinking about the road ahead of you, but this is different. Not only is your future finally tangible, and all of your hard work is paying off, but you’re about to be waist deep in true undercover work. Your brain conjures up a million different ways the night can play out, but your nerves decide to only focus on the negative ones. The idea of asking Senghyun if he feels this sort of anxiety before an operation suddenly pops into your head, but you quickly decide against it, knowing he’ll only use it as fodder the next time he decides to belittle you.

As you put the finishing touches on your hair, you stand from the vanity and take a few steps back to look at your reflection in the mirror of the wardrobe. You’ve dressed up for special occasions in the past – birthdays, graduations, school dances – but never anything like this, so your own reflection surprises you. In the periwinkle dress with matching shoes, you actually feel pretty, for the first time in a long time.

You grab your clutch from the vanity, slipping your phone, lipstick, and perfume inside, before sliding the chair back underneath the desk. Making your way down the stairs, you hold onto the railing, your legs unsteady as you get used to the heels. You keep your steps heavy and deliberate, clutching the railing completely with your other hand out at your side, as if it would keep your balance.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun calls out, hearing your loud, slow steps echoing down the stairs.

“Yeah, I’m just…” You trail off finally reaching the landing, and still taking careful steps into the lobby of the penthouse. “I’m getting used to the heels,” you say, keeping your eyes down as you straighten your dress from where it rose up your hips during your walk. “I can’t tell you the last time I wore them. I’ll probably be holding onto you until I break them–”

When you finally look up at Seunghyun, his expression isn’t clear, which makes you stop short. He doesn’t look mad, but he doesn’t look happy per se – maybe surprised? His eyes take you in from head to toe, before his gaze meets yours finally and he furrows his brow, swiping his tongue across his lips to wet them.

“It’s a nice dress,” he says, his voice tight. “Did the shop girl help you pick it out?” You frown, straightening your back, prepared to snap at him, but he clears his throat and shakes his head when he sees you preparing your comeback. “That came out wrong,” he says, with a nod. “You look very nice, Zenith. To be honest, I thought you’d wear something in black, but that’s a nice color. It makes you look…”

“Nice?” you joke, with a chuckle, and you swear you can see a small tinge of pink hit Seunghyun’s cheeks as he slips his hand into his pocket, shifting his weight between his feet.

You take a moment to get a better look at his suit. You’ve only ever seen him in suits, apart from the one occasion where he wore a cardigan, but still, his attire was strictly business. This suit, however, was sleek: black from head to toe, shirt to laces. You almost missed the intricacy of his tie, but in the light you catch the black stitching, sewn into a floral pattern. It pains you to admit he looks good, handsome even, with his hair quaffed perfectly as usual – though you wouldn’t say it outright, you’ll give him something, considering his pleasantries moments before.

“I like your suit,” you say, hurriedly. “It’s very…regal.” He chuckles, glancing down at his suit, and brushing his hand over it to smooth out the tie. It’s then that you remember one of the additional accessories that the shop girl sold you earlier in the day, and you feel yourself flush as you begin to bring it up. “I forgot,” you start, already trying to force yourself to stop speaking. “The girl at the shop…she…” You cut yourself off with a shake of your head but Seunghyun doesn’t accept, instead tilting his head and taking a step closer.

“She what?”

“This is going to be stupid,” you say, not making eye contact. “Because this isn’t a school dance, so there’s no reason…for this.” You pause and hope that Seunghyun will tell you not to worry about it, but you’re instead met with silence, and you cannot bring yourself to look at him yet. “I got pocket squares for you…” you continue. “They match the dresses I got. You don’t have to use them, I just noticed that you didn’t have one, so I thought I’d mention it.”

“You have one the same color as your dress?” he asks, catching your attention.

“Yeah. Same color, same fabric.” Seunghyun stays quiet for a moment, his expression just as unreadable as before, but more contemplative now. “The girl said it’s good to have a pop of color,” you add.

“I assume it’s in a box,” he says, unbuttoning his jacket with one hand as he walks past you towards the stairs. “I’ll get it. It sounded like enough of a chore for you to come down the stairs, we don’t need to start the night with you in traction.”

You accept the nice with the sarcastic, as long as he isn’t being cruel – your nerves are already delicate enough that too many jabs from him over the night may cause you to break and ruin the operation. Seunghyun returns a moment later, straightening out the periwinkle pocket square in his jacket and then holding his arms out, putting himself on display.

“Is the color popping?” he quips.

“Definitely,” you reply.

“Okay,” he nods, dropping his hands to his sides. “Before we leave, what’s tonight’s objective?”

“Introduction with the Goldings,” you say. “Pique their interest.”

“Richard doesn’t discuss business around wives,” Seunghyun nods. “While I try to interest him in my accounting and security services, you’ll distract Hazel.” You roll your eyes, not fully satisfied with taking a backseat, but given the circumstances, you brush off your frustrations. “According to Neptune, there are going to be two other techies with laundering operations in attendance tonight,” he continues. “Neptune has me at the top of Golding’s list, so tonight is all about making a good impression to get my foot in the door.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“He’s planning another charity front next week,” Seunghyun continues. “Intel says that his connection to the guns will be in attendance that night, and he’s the link to the new trade. If I can make it past tonight, I get the invite to the next event. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Alright,” he says, putting on the smug grin you should be growing used to by now. “Here come the Parks.”

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on the edge of more; choi seunghyun

pairing co-star!choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

contains pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun, reader is in her mid twenties or smt, age gap, slowburn, not-so unrequited love, smoking n drinking, YEARNINGGG, reader being down bad (understandably)

word count 2.6k

note PART 2 IS HERE rly appreciate all the love the first part got thank u <3 this was longer than i thought i had the biggest writer's block but finally managed through it

part 1 part 2

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THE WORK DINNER WAS meant to be a celebration—a small, intimate gathering to mark the successful completion of the project. Only the staff, cast, and a few select crew members had been invited. It wasn’t a night for grand speeches, but rather a simple appreciation for everyone’s hard work.

There had been a few exchanges of words before your arrival about the gathering among your colleagues, but it wasn’t until you stepped foot into the restaurant that you realized it had been carefully curated. The venue was beautifully decorated, with candlelit tables and a cozy, inviting atmosphere that made you feel like part of something intimate, something special.

You came to learn that it was all his idea. Seunghyun had personally arranged and booked the restaurant, ensuring the evening went smoothly—down to the smallest detail. His thoughtfulness made your heart swell. There was something about the way he took charge—a trait in a man that never failed to make you swoon. The quiet authority he carried made him even more admirable.

You weren’t the only one who noticed. You could hear the female staff whispering and giggling here and there. Though you were seated too far away to catch their conversation, you were certain they were gushing over him. Could you blame them? You were just as down bad.

There were subtle moments when he’d check in on people, ensuring everyone had a drink in hand, the way he politely but firmly kept the night on track. A few exchanged glances and smiles passed between the two of you. His smile was polite but carefully measured, nothing more than a brief flicker. But every time he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks would appear, deepening the curve of his lips in a way that, despite the professional tone, still felt unexpectedly warm. The familiar tightening sensation gripped your stomach, and the stir of butterflies rose in your chest. He could do so little, yet make you feel so much.

It was strange—these feelings you couldn’t seem to brush off. The dimly lit room made his features almost glow, despite his age. His hair slicked back, looking sharp as always. His attire was simple, yet effortlessly stylish. His hand rested casually on the table, fingers long and lean, with a faint scar running across his knuckles. You tried to pry your eyes off it, but you couldn’t help imagining what it might feel like on your skin. Who were the lucky women he’d been with, to have had the chance to feel the works of his fin–

“Babysitting your drink again?” Your train of thought was cut off by a voice. You whipped your head toward the source and saw one of your co-stars sitting next to you. He noticed you hadn’t touched your drink and checked in on you, having noticed your lack of engagement in the conversation at the table.

You snorted at his teasing remark before thinking of a response—one that didn’t give away how you were too busy gawking at Seunghyun.

“We have all night. I’m not in a rush.” Your words were casual, but your eyes couldn’t resist darting back toward Seunghyun, who was entertaining a conversation with the director. Quickly, you snapped your gaze back to the man next to you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you underestimating me?”

One drink turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, you were leaning closer to your co-star, lost in the competition of it all. Giggles and silly jokes were exchanged between the two of you.

Your banter didn’t go unnoticed by Seunghyun, who was seated across the room. Taken by surprise at your sudden closeness to his junior, he observed the way your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, your giggles filling the air—giggles caused by someone else and not him.

He felt a tightening in his chest, an emotion he couldn’t quite define, especially when it came to you. It wasn't jealousy, it couldn't be affection. You've never been close enough for feelings to grow.

The sight of you so carefree with someone picked at his skin. It left him feeling uneasy—like he was falling behind, even though he wasn't part of the race. He was never part of the competition. You weren't his to stake a claim on.

Ever since you walked in, he found himself distracted by you more often than he should. Thankfully, as an actor, he had the talent to downplay it.

You were beautiful—there was no denying it. Tonight, you wore a black dress. Simple, yes, but it clung to you in a way that was anything but. The fabric molded to every curve, hugging your body in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice the swell of your hips, the slight dip of your waist. He knew you were aware of the effect you had on men.

He felt like he needed to do something. Anything. A pull to make you notice him in a way he wasn't sure even he deserved.

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Your skin was flushed, warmth radiating from your chest out to your limbs, the effects of the alcohol already seeping in. You may have let yourself loosen up a little too much tonight.

You needed air. The room felt too hot, too crowded. The noise, the laughter, the constant buzz—you were overwhelmed. You politely excused yourself to the people around and headed to the door.

The cool air greeted you as you stepped out, a sharp contrast to the heat of the room you left behind. You moved to a nearby corner, seeking a moment of silence. But to your surprise, you caught a glimpse of Seunghyun stepping toward you, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. You swallowed thickly. You hadn’t even noticed he came out.

“How’s the night treating you?” His voice was low, smooth. He stopped a few feet away, studying you in a way that made your pulse jump. His eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the flush of your cheeks and the unsteady way you stood, stumbling in your heels. You were starting to get drunk.

You forced yourself to stand tall, mustering the strength to not slouch to fight off his assumption. “Good, just needed some air,” you replied, trying to sound unphased. Your words slurred slightly as you finished, “Can I have one?” Your eyes gestured toward the cigarette in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at your blunt request, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was a slight hesitation at first, but he stepped closer, holding the cigarette toward you, the ember lighting up his face. A nervous flutter twisted in your stomach at the shrinking distance between the two of you. He’d never been this close before. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightened around the cigarette before he withdrew from you.

You both smoked in silence, your eyes never quite meeting his. The air was charged with tension, yet it felt like there was something unsaid hanging in the air—something neither of you was ready to address.

The smoke burned your lungs, but you didn’t mind; it was oddly calming, especially with his company beside you. There was a moment of silence before he broke it.

“You know, you really shouldn’t smoke.” His voice was laced with concern. You turned to look at him, your expression flat as you braced for the usual lecture, expecting the familiar words.

“Why? It’s not good for m—” you started, but he cut you off.

“It’ll ruin your skin.” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, almost aware of the reaction his words would pull from you. He thrived on surprising you with his unexpected humor.

You raised an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke. “Oh, is that why you’ve got such perfect skin, huh?” you played along. “Maybe you should quit before it starts to wrinkle.”

Your teasing jab made him chuckle, the sound warm and rich. But his eyes still lingered on you, even as the conversation felt like it held no real importance. He enjoyed it. More than he’d care to admit.

“I’m older than you, so I’m allowed to make bad choices,” he shot back, taking another drag. “But you? You’re too young to be smoking and ruining that pretty little face of yours.”

The unexpected compliment caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you swore you sobered up just slightly. He’d never complimented you so directly—it felt genuine. You remembered how he’d nod and agree when you were being interviewed together, how he’d mention your attire or how you looked at an event. You thought it was just out of respect and media training—but maybe you’d learned something new today.

You scoffed, trying to dismiss his words that you’d probably think about for the next few days. Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I’m twenty-four, not twelve. I can make my own decisions.”

The conversation lingered in the air as more people filtered out of the venue, exchanging goodbyes. It was a sign for you and Seunghyun to wrap up as well. The night was coming to an end.

“It’s getting late,” his tone firm. “Let me give you a ride home.”

He felt responsible for escorting you home safely—a courtesy from an older colleague. A young woman like you, who’d had much to drink tonight… he couldn’t imagine the trouble you might find yourself in at this hour.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden offer, but you didn’t feel the need to protest. It wasn’t really a question, and he wasn’t expecting a no. “Thank you,” you muttered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You both gathered your things and followed him to his car.

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The blue of the streetlights outside the window did little to help you sober up. You felt drowsy, your eyelids heavy, your cheeks sinking into the palm of your hand that rested by the window.

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable. It was oddly soothing, you could say.

Every so often, Seunghyun’s gaze darted to you. It was nearly impossible not to notice the way your legs were crossed, the slit of your dress riding up, exposing more of your thigh. It was a sight he shouldn’t indulge in, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

A tight knot of discomfort formed in his chest. He almost felt ashamed to look, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of another man seeing you made his jaw clench. If it wasn’t him by your side tonight, what kind of trouble could you have gotten into?

He cursed softly under his breath, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the improper thoughts swirling in his mind. He was your senior, a colleague you looked up to and respected. He reminded himself of the boundaries. How inappropriate it would be to look at you that way, especially being much older than you. He felt like a creep.

The car slowed to a stop as it neared your apartment building. You had dozed off somewhere along the journey, your head tilted slightly against the window. Your slumber was interrupted by a slight cough. Your eyes fluttered open.

“We’re almost here,” he said softly.

You blinked up at him, taking in the familiar streets in the background. You felt disoriented for a moment before sitting up and smoothing down the fabric of your dress. Your eyes shifted to Seunghyun beside you, the dim streetlights casting shadows along his sharp jawline.

He looked different like this—more relaxed. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell just enough to brush against his forehead. The curve of his lips, always understated but endlessly captivating, was pulled into a neutral line. Something about him tonight felt closer than ever.

It could’ve been the alcohol making the air feel heavier—every glance, every shift in his posture, every breath between the two of you. Your heart thudded in your chest. You’d never felt this close to him before. It was just the two of you.

When the car came to a halt, you couldn’t think of a better moment than now. Maybe it was the liquid courage surging through your veins, but the moment he turned his head toward you, something snapped.

You grabbed the lapel of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you with a sudden, almost reckless boldness. Your lips caught his, the kiss fierce, filled with desire, and the build-up frustration of his lack of action you’d been holding in. Want and heat—a kiss that demanded something in return.

For a split second, Seunghyun didn’t move, caught completely off guard. But his hands didn’t push you away either. They hovered somewhere between restraint and confusion, trembling with hesitation.

A sudden rush of heat he hadn’t expected. The way you’d pulled him toward you—reckless, full of desire, but also so sudden. For a second, he felt the temptation to pull you closer, to let the moment stretch on. But then, reality struck him.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened. He had to pull away, reminding himself of the boundaries, the unspoken rules between you two. There was no room for this—not now, not like this. It wasn’t just the age difference, the professionalism—no, it was the fact that you were drunk, vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected.

His fingers lingered around your wrist, gentle yet firm, guiding you back, but his heart was heavy with regret. It was a temptation, yes, but it was also a line he couldn’t cross. Not yet. Not in this way.

He moved slowly, as if trying to pretend nothing happened, for both your sake.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” his voice broke, gentle but firm. He wasn’t scolding, no judgment, just a quiet reminder of the boundary he was setting.

What were you thinking? Was this something young people did these days—make out with random people when drunk? Did you see him as just some old man to be toyed with? You didn’t see the weight of how this could make him feel?

His eyes searched for yours, hoping for an explanation—an expression you couldn’t read. It was like he was conflicted, but you didn’t know—or care—what mattered at this point. You were mortified at how you had just thrown yourself at him, at how he had turned you down. You wanted to sink into your seat and disappear.

It didn’t feel right to look at him— you couldn’t, heat creeping up your neck, the embarrassment suffocating and unbearable. Had you read the room wrong? You had thought—no, you had hoped—that he might kiss you. But instead, it was a rejection you hadn’t seen coming. Before he could utter another word, you fumbled with the door handle, pushing it open with more force than you intended.

“I—good night,” you stammered, your voice hoarse as you rushed out of the car.

He leaned forward slightly as if to follow, but stopped himself.

“Wait—” His voice trailed off, his hand reaching out, as if to stop you. He didn’t mean to make you feel rejected or ashamed. He didn’t know how else to respond appropriately. He couldn’t think.

He stayed in the car, watching as you sprinted away, your figure disappearing into the building.

Inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. How could you face him again after this? Had you misread every sign? This was a disaster. He had been so distant before, and yet you still let yourself think something could happen. How foolish. How could you even look at him now? That was a problem for another day.

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐭.1 - choi seung hyun

Summary | You have a secret admirer, and you don't know it's the most troubled but richest boy in school, Choi Seung-hyun.

Pairing | Bully! Choi Seung-hyun x Fem! Reader.

Genre | 2000s school era.

Warnings | Fluff, romantic.

Author's note | English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

Saying you were nervous was an understatement.

You could feel the heat rising to the tips of your ears, and you were sure that if anyone saw you, they would notice how red you were. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and in a desperate attempt to calm yourself, you began fanning your face with your hands. But it was useless.

Ever since you found that letter with no sender, your whole world had been reduced to a single thought: Who left it?

It had all started with an envelope carefully placed in your locker. Alongside it, a small yet elegant box of chocolates and, to your surprise, a pendant that seemed far too luxurious to be just a simple gift. Diamonds? You didn’t even want to imagine how much it could cost.

The curious thing was that, although those gifts were striking, they weren’t what truly occupied your mind. It was the letter. The words written inside carried a different weight, an echo in your heart that refused to fade.

"For you,

I don’t know how to write this. I’m not good with words, but there’s something about you that won’t leave me alone.

Every time I see you, my mind goes blank, and my heart does things I don’t understand. I wish I could tell you everything I admire about you, every little detail, but I can’t seem to find the right way.

I don’t expect anything with this letter—I just wanted you to know.

—Someone who admires you more than you imagine."

It wasn’t a passionate declaration, nor was it overflowing with cliché romance, but there was something about it that made you feel a whirlwind in your chest. Not just the words, but the fact that someone, somewhere, had taken the time to write them for you.

And now, here you were, your mind spinning in circles, distracted, unable to focus on what you really should be doing—your homework for tomorrow.

When the bell rang, marking the end of classes, you sighed in relief. You had spent the entire day lost in thought, barely paying attention to the lessons. Now, at least, you could go home and focus on your assignments.

As you walked through the crowded hallways, you tried to shake off the anxiety pressing on your chest. It was just a letter. A simple gesture. Nothing more. But no matter how much you tried to downplay it, the uncertainty was eating you up inside.

Before leaving, you made a necessary stop at the lockers. You had to grab your shoes, change them, and finally head home. However, as you opened the metal door, your heart skipped a beat.

There, among your things, rested another envelope.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up. The paper was the same ivory tone as the previous one, and the subtle scent of fresh ink told you it hadn’t been there long. You swallowed hard.

Should you open it right there, in the middle of the crowded hallway? Or wait until you got home?

Curiosity won. With slightly clumsy hands, you slid your finger along the edge of the envelope and carefully unfolded the letter inside.

"For you, always for you,

I hadn’t planned on writing again, but my heart has betrayed me once more. Or perhaps it was never a betrayal, just the truth I’m too afraid to say out loud.

I don’t know how you do it, but every day, I find something new in you that takes my breath away. A gesture, a smile, a fleeting glance… and suddenly, the whole world feels a little less gray.

If you ever wonder if someone thinks about you more than they should, if you ever question whether you inspire someone without knowing it… the answer is yes.

—Someone who has surrendered to you."

You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

This wasn’t just some random message left on a whim.

This person… was watching you.

And now, it was up to you to decide what to do about it.

The next day, you were late to class.

Why? The answer was simple: you had spent the entire night thinking about the second letter, going over every word, imagining all the possibilities. Who could it be? Why had they chosen to write to you?

You tried to find clues. You analyzed the handwriting, searching for a distinctive trait. You sniffed the paper, hoping to recognize a particular scent. You examined every stroke, every curve of the letters, hoping to uncover something that would give your mysterious admirer away.

But there was nothing. No clue, no hint—just a carefully written message that left you with more questions than answers.

Still, you weren’t going to give up. Not now. You just… had to postpone your investigation for a little while because there was a much bigger problem to deal with.

Choi Seung-hyun.

The bastard.

That spoiled brat who seemed to have been born with the sole mission of making your life miserable.

Seung-hyun and his little group of friends—four guys in total, including that insufferable leader—found great amusement at your expense, teasing you whenever they got the chance. It didn’t matter if you were in class, in the hallways, or even during break; they always found a way to bother you.

And today, after barely sleeping a couple of hours and with your nerves wrecked because of the letter, you were in no mood to deal with their nonsense.

"Well, look who’s here," one of the guys’ mocking voice broke the classroom’s silence, followed by the chuckles of his group. It was the one with straight hair—the most annoying of them all after his leader. "Still studying for something you’re never going to achieve?"

You rolled your eyes in exasperation, not even bothering to look at him.

"And I see you’re still as insufferable as ever," you replied calmly, giving him a brief glance before returning to your exercises. It wasn’t worth wasting time on his stupidity.

But, as expected, they didn’t give up so easily.

Seung-hyun, who had remained silent until then, was watching you with a mix of expectation and barely disguised nervousness. His friends glanced at him, waiting for him to say or do something. Come on, man, this is your chance.

They knew the truth. They knew he was the one who had been sending you the letters. That, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind his arrogant attitude and constant teasing, he was completely in love with you. And even though they had tried to convince him to confess, his pride and enormous ego always got in the way.

Now, however, it was different. They had planned something—he was supposed to throw in a clever remark, something that hinted at the truth without exposing himself too much. But the moment he opened his mouth, everything they had rehearsed vanished from his mind.

"I…" he stammered.

A murmur of surprise rippled through the classroom. They had never seen him hesitate before

Intrigued, you lifted your gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes…?"

Shit.

His heart was racing. He needed to say something—anything—before making a complete fool of himself. So, without thinking too much, he improvised.

"W-wouldn’t it be better to marry a millionaire instead of studying all that?" he blurted out, looking away as if feigning disinterest. "I mean, with a rich guy, you’d get things for free. It’s better than studying just to end up in a mediocre job."

Dead silence.

One of his friends covered his face with a hand, another muttered, "God, this is a disaster," and the rest simply watched in resignation. He had screwed up.

You, on the other hand, let out a dry laugh, unable to believe the nonsense you had just heard.

"Marry a millionaire?" you repeated mockingly. "Like who?"

And then, he cut you off before you could even finish.

"Me."

The classroom fell into such an intense silence that even the ticking of the clock on the wall became noticeable.

Had he just said… himself?

You stared at him, blinking a couple of times, trying to process what he had just blurted out. His friends, on the other hand, were on the verge of burying themselves alive at that very moment. Did he really just confess like that?

Seung-hyun, for his part, stood completely still. His own brain was also trying to understand why the hell he had said that. It wasn’t what he had planned, not even close to what he had in mind. But it was already said. There was no turning back.

You narrowed your eyes.

"Wait… are you telling me you’d be that millionaire?"

Seung-hyun cleared his throat, regaining some composure. He wasn’t backing down now.

"I’m just saying that... it wouldn’t be bad. I mean, I’m attractive, I’ve got money, and you wouldn’t have to worry about boring stuff like studying."

It was incredible how his tongue could betray him like that. That wasn’t what he meant to say. He didn’t want to sound like an arrogant idiot (although, honestly, he did so effortlessly).

The whole class was watching the scene closely. Some were trying to hold back laughter, others were waiting to see how you’d respond.

And you, instead of getting upset, just let out a dry laugh.

"My God, how egocentric."

Seung-hyun felt his dignity crumbling in real-time.

"Hey, I’m just saying it’s a good option."

"For you." You cut him off, crossing your arms. "But I’m sorry to inform you that I’m not the type to be dazzled by money. I’d rather earn my things through effort, not have them handed to me."

His friends didn’t even know how to react. One of them even muttered:

"This is worse than we imagined."

Seung-hyun pressed his lips together. He couldn’t lose like this. He had to regain control.

"What I meant is… there are easier ways to live."

"Sure, and marrying you would be one of them, right?" You rolled your eyes. "What’s next? Are you going to start leaving anonymous letters in my locker to impress me?"

And then, Seung-hyun’s expression changed.

It was subtle. A slight blink, a tension in his jaw, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

And you knew then.

You knew even before he tried to respond with another of his usual excuses.

Seung-hyun was the one sending you the letters…

The silence fell over the class again. This time, it was denser, more uncomfortable.

Seung-hyun stared at you, and though he tried to hide it, the slight hardening of his expression, the way his lips tightened for a second, gave him away.

You didn’t need him to answer out loud. You already knew.

"Oh…" You murmured, lowering your voice slightly. You felt the air leave your lungs for a moment.

Some of his friends shifted in their seats, exchanging glances, as if they were witnessing an accident about to happen. This wasn’t what they had planned.

Seung-hyun, for his part, blinked several times. His mind was racing, looking for an escape. But there was none.

He had two options:

1. Deny everything and act like it was an absurd idea.

2. Admit it.

A part of him wanted to laugh dismissively and say, "You think? Don’t dream so much." But... he couldn’t. Because it was true.

He had written those letters to you.

He had spent entire nights thinking about what to say, fighting against his own pride to put into words what he felt for you. And now, it had all gotten out of hand.

Finally, he let out a small laugh, though it sounded a bit forced.

"What are you talking about? Me? Please, don’t say nonsense."

But the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him.

"No?" You crossed your arms, looking at him suspiciously. "Then tell me… if it wasn’t you, why did you make that face when I mentioned it?"

Seung-hyun diverted his gaze for a second. His friends covered their faces with their hands.

"It was your imagination."

"Sure?" You took a step closer, leaning slightly toward him.

Seung-hyun swallowed.

This wasn’t going the way he had planned.

"Listen, I don’t know what you imagine, but…" He paused, trying to compose himself. "If someone like me were interested in someone like you, you’d know."

Oh, wow. Now he was counterattacking.

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, pretending indifference. "Well, that’s too bad. Because the sender of those letters seemed a lot more sincere than arrogant Seung-hyun."

That came out naturally. And it was a clean hit.

His friends reacted with a muffled "Ooooh."

He, on the other hand, just stared at you, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted.

But before he could respond, the teacher entered the classroom.

"Alright, alright, enough with the conversations. Take your seats."

And just like that, you walked away from him, leaving him in a state of total confusion.

Seung-hyun barely heard what the teacher said. He could only think of one thing.

You had said that the sender of the letters seemed sincere.

That meant that...

Did you like his words?

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IT WAS A SCHOOL TRIP - masterlist

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IT WAS A SCHOOL TRIP - p4

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Summary: Mina and seunghyun meet unexpectedly during a school trip and form a special connection that changes everything.

pairing : choi seunghyun x reader 

genre : romance - 2000s

warnings : fluff! (this is my first time writing for him, English isn’t my native language T - T)

note : [please if u saw any weird stuff just lmk]

The bus ride felt both long and short at the same time. Mina spent most of it staring out the window, but every so often, her phone would vibrate in her lap.  

**T.O.P – The Best Partner in Hiding:**  

*Bored yet?*  

She smiled, shaking her head as she typed back.  

**Mina:**  

*Not really. The view is nice.*  

A few seconds later, another vibration.  

**T.O.P – The Best Partner in Hiding:**  

*Liar. You’ve checked your phone at least five times in the last ten minutes.*  

Mina bit her lip, caught. She turned her head slightly and, sure enough, through the bus windows, she could see T.O.P’s bus riding parallel to hers on the highway. He was in a window seat, his head resting lazily against the glass, phone in hand, smirking as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.  

She quickly typed back.  

**Mina:**  

*Stop watching me, creep.*  

He sent back a single laughing emoji.  

For the next hour, they kept messaging back and forth—random jokes, complaints about the bus food, dumb observations about their classmates. It was easy. Natural.  

By the time they arrived at their final destination—a scenic, historic village nestled between rolling hills—the sun was already beginning to set. Students poured out of the buses, stretching and yawning, while teachers shouted instructions about where to gather.  

Mina stepped off the bus, inhaling the crisp evening air, when—  

“Secret agent.”  

She turned to find T.O.P standing there, hands in his hoodie pockets, looking effortlessly cool as always.  

“You’re fast,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Did you run here?”  

He shrugged. “Had to make sure you didn’t escape before our next mission.”  

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “And what mission is that?”  

He nodded toward a small cobblestone path leading away from the main square, where all the students were gathering. “Taking a walk before they trap us with a boring group tour.”  

Mina hesitated, glancing around. “We’ll get caught.”  

“Not if we don’t take too long.”  

She bit her lip. It was a terrible idea. They could get in trouble. But when she looked at him—standing there with that playful challenge in his eyes—something inside her told her to take the risk.  

“Fine,” she said. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”  

T.O.P grinned. “Deal.”  

They walked side by side through the quiet village streets, the cobblestone warm beneath their steps. The setting sun bathed everything in golden light, and the air smelled of fresh bread from a nearby bakery.  

For a while, they didn’t talk much—just took in the atmosphere, the peacefulness of it all.  

Then, T.O.P suddenly spoke.  

“This trip turned out to be way better than I expected.”  

Mina glanced at him. “Yeah?”  

He nodded, looking straight ahead. “Didn’t think I’d meet someone like you.”  

Her breath caught slightly, but she forced herself to play it cool. “What’s that supposed to mean?”  

He smirked, but this time, there was something softer in his expression. “Just that… I didn’t expect to have this much fun.”  

Mina looked down, feeling her heart race. The confidence in his voice, the way he said it so casually—it made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something unknown.  

After a moment, she nudged him lightly with her elbow. “Well, I guess you’re not so bad either.”  

He chuckled, but then, after a beat of silence, he did something unexpected.  

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against hers.  

It wasn’t a full hand-hold. Just a light touch. A question, not a statement.  

Mina felt her pulse quicken. She could have pulled away. But she didn’t.  

Instead, she let her fingers linger there, barely touching his.  

They walked like that for a few more minutes, neither of them saying anything about it.  

No teasing. No jokes. Just quiet, unspoken understanding.  

As they neared the main square again, the sound of their classmates’ voices growing louder, T.O.P finally broke the silence.  

“So… after this trip, you’re not gonna pretend we don’t know each other, right?”  

Mina smiled. “Depends.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “On?”  

She turned to face him fully, stepping back toward the group. “How good you are at keeping in touch.”  

His smirk returned, but this time, it was softer.  

“Challenge accepted.”  

As they rejoined the rest of the students, blending back into the crowd, Mina knew one thing for sure—this trip was only the beginning.

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IT WAS A SCHOOL TRIP - p4

　♪　♩　♫　♬　

Summary: Mina and seunghyun meet unexpectedly during a school trip and form a special connection that changes everything.

pairing : choi seunghyun x reader 

genre : romance - 2000s

warnings : fluff! (this is my first time writing for him, English isn’t my native language T - T)

note : [please if u saw any weird stuff just lmk]

The bus ride felt both long and short at the same time. Mina spent most of it staring out the window, but every so often, her phone would vibrate in her lap.  

**T.O.P – The Best Partner in Hiding:**  

*Bored yet?*  

She smiled, shaking her head as she typed back.  

**Mina:**  

*Not really. The view is nice.*  

A few seconds later, another vibration.  

**T.O.P – The Best Partner in Hiding:**  

*Liar. You’ve checked your phone at least five times in the last ten minutes.*  

Mina bit her lip, caught. She turned her head slightly and, sure enough, through the bus windows, she could see T.O.P’s bus riding parallel to hers on the highway. He was in a window seat, his head resting lazily against the glass, phone in hand, smirking as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.  

She quickly typed back.  

**Mina:**  

*Stop watching me, creep.*  

He sent back a single laughing emoji.  

For the next hour, they kept messaging back and forth—random jokes, complaints about the bus food, dumb observations about their classmates. It was easy. Natural.  

By the time they arrived at their final destination—a scenic, historic village nestled between rolling hills—the sun was already beginning to set. Students poured out of the buses, stretching and yawning, while teachers shouted instructions about where to gather.  

Mina stepped off the bus, inhaling the crisp evening air, when—  

“Secret agent.”  

She turned to find T.O.P standing there, hands in his hoodie pockets, looking effortlessly cool as always.  

“You’re fast,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Did you run here?”  

He shrugged. “Had to make sure you didn’t escape before our next mission.”  

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “And what mission is that?”  

He nodded toward a small cobblestone path leading away from the main square, where all the students were gathering. “Taking a walk before they trap us with a boring group tour.”  

Mina hesitated, glancing around. “We’ll get caught.”  

“Not if we don’t take too long.”  

She bit her lip. It was a terrible idea. They could get in trouble. But when she looked at him—standing there with that playful challenge in his eyes—something inside her told her to take the risk.  

“Fine,” she said. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”  

T.O.P grinned. “Deal.”  

They walked side by side through the quiet village streets, the cobblestone warm beneath their steps. The setting sun bathed everything in golden light, and the air smelled of fresh bread from a nearby bakery.  

For a while, they didn’t talk much—just took in the atmosphere, the peacefulness of it all.  

Then, T.O.P suddenly spoke.  

“This trip turned out to be way better than I expected.”  

Mina glanced at him. “Yeah?”  

He nodded, looking straight ahead. “Didn’t think I’d meet someone like you.”  

Her breath caught slightly, but she forced herself to play it cool. “What’s that supposed to mean?”  

He smirked, but this time, there was something softer in his expression. “Just that… I didn’t expect to have this much fun.”  

Mina looked down, feeling her heart race. The confidence in his voice, the way he said it so casually—it made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something unknown.  

After a moment, she nudged him lightly with her elbow. “Well, I guess you’re not so bad either.”  

He chuckled, but then, after a beat of silence, he did something unexpected.  

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against hers.  

It wasn’t a full hand-hold. Just a light touch. A question, not a statement.  

Mina felt her pulse quicken. She could have pulled away. But she didn’t.  

Instead, she let her fingers linger there, barely touching his.  

They walked like that for a few more minutes, neither of them saying anything about it.  

No teasing. No jokes. Just quiet, unspoken understanding.  

As they neared the main square again, the sound of their classmates’ voices growing louder, T.O.P finally broke the silence.  

“So… after this trip, you’re not gonna pretend we don’t know each other, right?”  

Mina smiled. “Depends.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “On?”  

She turned to face him fully, stepping back toward the group. “How good you are at keeping in touch.”  

His smirk returned, but this time, it was softer.  

“Challenge accepted.”  

As they rejoined the rest of the students, blending back into the crowd, Mina knew one thing for sure—this trip was only the beginning.

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BUZZCUT & BUTTERFLIES

summary : Vivienne is a perfect student with a perfect life—until she meets Seunghyun, the reckless outcast everyone avoids.

COMING SOON !!