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Baby Came Home

Rockstar!Hongjoong x fem!reader (smut)

⁂ pairing : rockstar!hongjoong x fem! reader

⁂ warnings : strong language, explicit sex

⁂ one shot | words count : 5.7k

⁂ tags&stuff : rockstar!hongjoong, tattooed!hongjoong, pierced!hongjoong, smoker!hongjoong, oral sex (giving), cheating, rough sex, pet names, hand holding, feelings are getting caught because who the fuck wouldn't fall for rockstar!hj - not me, your honor

⁂ plot : you go to hongjoong every time your boyfriend is being a jerk - which happens a lot - so he can fuck the anger out of you, but things take an unexpected spin when you attend one of his shows and his brand new song seems to spill a little bit more than beans.

⁂ author's notes : this was requested by my one & only muse @hongjoongsmaid ♥ and directly inspired by The Neighbourood's song "Baby Came Home" (omg just like the title of this story? OUTSTANDING) so I suggest you listen to it while reading because nothing will beat the thought of rockstar!hongjoong screaming the lyrics directly at you, amiright?

Please- P L E A S E, if you like it, comment + reblog as tumblr's algorithm seems to be a lot more complicated and some fics aren't showing in the tags, which leads to writers getting less and less notes and tbh it's very sad :(

Of course, if you think it's shit, don't interact - I'll just go cry in a corner. All in all, thanks for reading ♥

“Joong— I’m— I’m close—”

You were nothing but a whimpering mess on top of him, both of your hands attached to his shoulders as he took it as a signal to increase his pace, his insatiable hips rocketing against you as your own rhythm became a lot messier, your ass bouncing mercilessly against his thighs as your race to climax came closer to the final line.

“Wait for me, doll” Hongjoong barely growled, one of his hands traveling from your tits to your throat while the other kept you still with a strong grip over your hip, taking the lead. You had no idea how long you’d been there, riding his cock through a blissful state, but anyone could tell it had been a while from both of your glistening chests and the redness of your skin from being held forcefully for too long.

“I—I c-c-can’t” Your jaw seemed to tighten from the overwhelming pleasure running through your flesh, every part of your body suddenly too sensitive under Hongjoong’s expert touch. Clenching your fingers into his skin, almost scratching his shoulders to the bones, you could feel your spine stiffening as you were about to clench around his throbbing member when Hongjoong suddenly lifted your hips with both hands, breaking contact.

“I said wait for me! Can’t you just do that?” He smirked as you almost clenched over nothing, hips jolting from losing the unbearable overstimulation of his cock while only whines and complaints seemed to escape your pouty lips.

“Look at you– so eager to be fucked” Hongjoong chuckled almost too proudly as he teasingly smacked his head against your clit, collecting a frustrated groan out of your mouth, the sound of your own wetness almost too embarrassing as you tried to push him back inside of you. You were so close to finishing you were convinced a single thrust would make you see stars, but unfortunately, Hongjoong wasn’t having it.

“You look so fucking beautiful, doll” He smiled, sincerely endeared while leaning forward to catch your lips between his, his greedy tongue finding yours immediately as he finally pushed your hips downwards to fill you up again. Moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed with the pressure of yet another first thrust, you snaked your arms behind his neck as he pushed himself up into a seating position, his cock finding a brand new angle into the dampness of your pulsating cunt.

It wasn’t long until you crashed on top of him, body convulsing and only squeals coming out of your tired lips as Hongjoong wrecked your insides with a couple more steady, powerful thrusts while painting your walls white through a long, throaty moan. Though you felt dizzy, the sight of his veiny neck abused from his desperate pleas forced you to attach your mouth to his skin, licking the mole on the right side of his throat a second before you collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted.

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“We need to stop doing this”

Hongjoong shifted into the sheets, lifting himself up to rest his back against the wall as he watched you getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, your nervous hands buttoning up your shirt while your eyes were looking around for a sight of your panties as you heard him scoff behind your back.

“I’m serious, Joong!” You paused, sighing to yourself as you turned around to face the man whose lips were still printed all over your neck. You hated that he still looked this breathtaking right after fucking you into oblivion. Ruffled blond hair all over the place, tattooed chest coated with sweat and his thin hips barely covered by the white sheet he had creased into his fist to hide the way his exhausted cock was now resting flat between his thighs as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

“Could you not?” You frowned the minute he pinched a cig between his pink lips, raising both his eyebrows at your sudden mood swing.

“What? You’re afraid the smell of smoke may give him a hint? Darling, you look so fucked out even some blind guy down the streets could tell you’ve just been railed…” Hongjoong chuckled while lighting his cigarette. You watched as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, filling his lungs with nicotine with a content smile upon his face.

“He knows something’s going on—” You added, suddenly more nervous as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down your lap “I think he’s seen some of your texts…”

“Poor baby, do you want me to send him some care package or somethin’?”

Now he was getting a little too cocky for your liking. As much as you adored this man, you just couldn’t let him get away with that attitude.

“There’s no need to be an asshole about it, you know?” You snapped, reaching for his face to rip the cigarette off his mouth, dropping it in the glass of water you had left on the floor seconds before Hongjoong had bent you over the bed.

“I’m being an asshole about it? You’re the one always coming back to me so I can fuck the pain away everytime your boyfriend is being a jerk to you and still, I’m the one you wanna leave behind?” You couldn’t help but feel bad for a second as you caught a glimpse of sadness and anger passing through his entire face, his natural pout as the main character while his eyes seemed to look everywhere but directly at you.

“That’s all it was always supposed to be, Joong. Sex.”

“Bullshit” He snapped back, his eyes locking with yours this time.

“You know I’m right”

“Bull-shit” You could hear his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he moved towards you, the sheet drifting slightly to expose the thin lettering over his hip bone, your favorite tattoo of his.

“You think that’s what this is all about? Just sex? Read the fucking room, Y/N!”

Whether this was a confession or not, you felt terrible now, memories of the most precious moments spent with Hongjoong washing over you as your entire body started shivering under his touch the very second his palm pressed into your inner thigh.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him– Tell me you want this to stop”

His voice was softer now, composed, yet raspier than ever as all of his anger and frustration seemed to be caught in his throat, his eyes begging for the answer he was desperately waiting for.

“I love him”

Though it was merely half of a whispered confession, Hongjoong felt it like a dagger pushed right into his chest, ripping his heart apart. Still, his eyes remained locked with your, his gaze heavy with a thousand thoughts as his fingers pressed into your flesh a little harder, forcing a wince out of you.

“You’re a pitiful liar…” Hongjoong spat through the heaviest scoff, his smokey breath coating your skin with goosebumps as he pushed himself away from you, his back hitting the wall again with force while your insides seemed to twist with guilt. You hated to see him like this, hated to disappoint the only genuine support you had in a fucked-up situation and above anything, you hated the fact he was completely right.

Biting his black, painted nail out of spite, Hongjoong watched as you eventually lifted yourself up from the bed, gathering your coat and your handbag, ready to leave. Out of the many things you had in common, stubbornness was definitely the worst as it often led you both to stick to your positions, whether you were right or wrong, lacking communication in the moments you needed it the most.

“You still comin’ to the show on friday, right?” Hongjoong eventually asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Yeah—yeah we’ll be there”

You couldn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes, his obvious disgust painted all over his face as you recalled the many times Hongjoong had told you just how much he hated to hear you speak as a “we” when referring to such a dysfunctional relationship.

Hopping on one foot to zip up your ankle boot, you gave him one last look, once again stunned at the way your heart would still skip a beat at the sight of this man. The complete opposite of the one you called your boyfriend. Hongjoong was the archetype of a rockstar, every single one of his features dripping with lust and temptation. From his nose ring to the thin silver cross dangling from his earlobe or the now slightly smudged eye-liner making his cat eyes pop out of his perfect face, you often found pride in the fact he could get any girl, boy and their cousins into his bed but still chose you at the end of the day. There wasn’t a single time where Hongjoong had failed to answer your calls and even today, when he was so impossibly busy recording a new album in his studio, there wasn’t a glimpse of hesitation as soon as he had seen your name flashing upon his phone screen.

Consumed with guilt, you crawled back into bed to kiss him goodbye, every inch of your body trying not to brush his bare skin as you knew just how a single touch was enough for you to roll back into a filthy routine with the firmly established best fuck you ever had. While he wasn’t even trying to hide his bitterness, Hongjoong still allowed you to peck the corner of his lips just once without a flinch on his side - but as you were about to hop back into your feet and call it a day, you felt the strong grip of his hand behind your neck, pulling you back against his lips as his tongue was quick to find yours through a desperate, heavy kiss.

“What a waste of a fucking perfect mouth” Hongjoong growled, your bottom lip throbbing from being abruptly pulled, his teeth nibbling at it like he was trying to suck the venom out of a bee sting until he was fully satisfied with the puzzled look on your face. You hated the way he looked at you and made you feel like the only girl left in the world, hated the fact your entire body craved him again and how he only seemed to be the only one making you clench over a simple kiss and how he had definitely ruined sex with your own boyfriend but still, as your eyes locked once again, you couldn’t deny just how much you adored him. Regardless of the conflicted, unbalanced relationship you two had, Hongjoong still remained your favorite, go-to person.

Whether it was out of pride or the heartache of pulling apart, both of you failed to say a word as you quietly straightened yourself, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you escaped Hongjoong’s apartment at dusk.

The walk back to your own place felt different this time, wrapped into your coat where Hongjoong’s strong signature scent remained all over you, the coldness of an early night hit you by surprise, but it was nothing compared to the sudden realization of your feelings for the man you had left behind.

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Even a long bath wasn’t enough to get you rid of Hongjoong’s perfume, the smell of him so intense it felt like he had crawled under your skin to nest here forever and while you hated to admit it, there was something comforting about it, like having him around all the time made you safe and above anything, loved.

Sheathed in the warm, bubbly water, you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a minute, head still buzzing with the chaos of your thoughts. Without a fail, Hongjoong’s face was the first thing to come to your mind as you slowly drifted into daydream, the intensity of his gaze over your naked body making your skin burn like an ardent fire while your hand instinctively found its way between your thighs, ghosting the way Hongjoong loved to dominantly cup your pussy into his palm to make sure you knew who it belonged to.

Your fingers were quick to find your clit, rubbing it harshly to find the thrill you only seemed to find while locked into Hongjoong’s chokehold as he made you squirt repeatedly into his greedy palm, the smirk on his face a sight for sore eyes as you could vividly contemplate the pride within himself as he made you cum over and over again, his name never leaving your lips. Curling your digits, you could feel just how sore you were from the way he had pounded into you mercilessly earlier, the pain as vivid as your insufferable need to have him inside of you still. Hongjoong was nowhere near a soft lover to you, mostly because you never allowed him to be. You had made it clear from day one : what you needed from him was pure, filthy sex, leading him to have you up against a wall or bent over the desk in his studio, most of the time still partly dressed, the rush of being filled always beyond any sort of patience.

Your free hand grasping the edge of the tub, body trembling from the rush of an umpteenth orgasm, you were left panting, dizzy, but above anything: missing Hongjoong’s touch more than ever.

When your boyfriend showed up at your door that night, you were definitely ready to call it a day, both your body and mind exhausted by the events. Still, you knew how he always came back crawling after a fight, begging for your forgiveness while you had washed away the anger by riding another’s man cock until your boyfriend was merely a dark spot in the perfect cloudless sky of your life.

Of course, he made love to you that night. The barbling mess of his pitiful excuses ending as soon as he started kissing your neck and calling you sweet pet names you used to love but now gave you the icks - and while you should have felt ashamed, as soon as he thrust himself into you, Hongjoong’s face was the only thing you could see, his perfect frame towering over you, his typical smirk sending you over the edge quicker than ever as you bit the inside of your cheek not to moan his name out loud.

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Friday came quicker than you thought, the entire week passing by without talking to Hongjoong as you tried to keep the broken pieces of your life together by being a good girlfriend to your partner, ignoring the fact you no longer felt anything whenever he kissed you, his name on your phone screen only making you roll your eyes in despair.

You were ready to flip your phone so the screen would face your desk as it started buzzing with a new text, thinking it was probably your boyfriend confirming the time and place you two should meet later that night. You knew he wasn’t too happy about your evening’s plans, his passive-aggressiveness definitely increasing as the days went by while he probably hoped you’d change your mind about going to the show at all, but you weren’t having any of it. To be completely honest, the prospect of seeing Hongjoong again after days of absolute silence was the only thing sparing you from a proper mental breakdown. You missed him more than you would ever admit and when your eyes caught a glimpse of his name on your phone screen, there was no point denying the way your heart skipped a bit, your insides doing backflips as you opened his text.

from: joong ♥ still on for tonight? got a new song, can’t wait for you to hear it.

Part of you was sad not to see his typical flirting tone, his text almost too formal when he usually loved to play with your nerves and send you the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times. You had lost count of his random sexting and obscene selfies while he knew you were stuck in a major meeting at work, surrounded by your entire hierarchy and definitely not in the best situation to enjoy the sight of his veiny hand tucked into his jeans, the obviousness of his bulge making you clench in silence. While it shouldn’t come as a surprise from an actual rockstar, Hongjoong’s unapologetic slutiness still left you baffled most of the time.

You were quick to reply, your urge to sound busy definitely gone at the mere thought of a well-needed catch up. from: youcan’t wait to hear it ! any dress code? x

While he stammered through the days as the absolute rock legend he was, arrogance of a king barely masked behind the audacity of a typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, Hongjoong still had a major fashion sense and would never get caught wearing the same outfit twice. On many occasions, he had even dared to flag a couple of your fits as outmoded, the disgusted look on his face speaking a thousand words - and while you couldn’t care less about people’s opinions most of the time, you inevitably seeked Hongjoong’s approval, his praises fueling your pride in a way only he knew how.

from: joong ♥ well you know how I like your bare cunt but dickface would cry about it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he never missed an occasion to diss your boyfriend while rubbing your thighs together instinctively. The chokehold this man had on you was ridiculous at this point.

from: youthat’s not very nice.

from: joong ♥ you don’t want me to be nice, doll.

Chuckling into your palm, you could feel your entire face burning from all the flirting, once again a mere puddle of feels cupped into this man’s hands. The pet name sent you over the edge, your leg crossing above the other as you seeked for any sort of friction now that Hongjoong had unexpectedly lit that fire inside of you. Still, you had work to do and a couple hours ahead before the show. You couldn’t just concede to the filth of your thoughts just now.

from: you see you tonight, joong.

from: joong ♥ see u, doll

As you bit your bottom lip to refrain a well-needed moan, you knew your day was ruined already but now you also dreaded the moment you would see Hongjoong again, not trusting yourself in the same room as your boyfriend while your entire body craved another man.

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The venue was packed- not that it was a surprise. While Hongjoong was still a superstar on the rise, his popularity had reached its peak lately with the release of a couple hit songs, his impeccable visuals and incredible writing skills making him an artist whose career was definitely taking a spin in the toughness of the current music industry.

Obviously, Hongjoong had hooked you up with the nicest seats in the room, giving you the most perfect overlook at the crowd in the standing pit as you stood front row in the balcony, directly at the side of the stage making it easy for him to interact directly with you while you hoped he would behave for the sake of your mental strength.

As your boyfriend made his way through the seat rows with two pints of beer, holding his arms up in the air to make sure he wouldn’t spill any, you smiled in content, loving the buzz of a pre-show as you recognized Hongjoong’s familiar music taste in the playlist hyping the crowd before his big entrance while trying your best to ignore the fact he had fucked you to a couple of these songs before.

For a brief second, you thought to yourself that it wouldn’t be so bad to travel around the country and follow him on tour, the thrill of a sleepless night in a tour bus definitely getting you to clench over nothing while surrounded by a raging crowd who you knew was probably just as aroused by that man - the only difference was that you were lucky enough to know what his dick tasted like.

You felt your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist as soon as the lights went off, the crowd screaming at the mere sound of drums and you knew from his tight grip that it was nothing but him marking his territory, probably wishing Hongjoong would catch a glimpse of you two loved up in the front row. But to your own surprise, Hongjoong wasn’t the attention seeker you expected him to be, sticking to a couple glimpses every now and then, his smile inevitably widening at the sight of you wearing the cropped oversized Givenchy t-shirt he had bought for you a week ago, not missing the opportunity to let you know how great your tits would look without a bra in that crop cut. Obviously, you had failed to let your boyfriend know about your bare breast, keeping this detail as a dirty little secret between you and Hongjoong.

It wasn’t until he came back after a quick break in the middle of the show that your evening took a dramatic spin as Hongjoong grabbed the mic to face the crowd, making an announcement.

“I’m gonna play the next song for the first time ever for you guys— I wrote it just a couple days ago so it might sound a little rough…. Then again, you know I like it rough, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the raunchy comment, fascinated with the way he always knew how to entertain a crowd and make it his. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find his attitude amusing as he scoffed his bitterness directly into your ear before taking a long sip of his beer, his arm tightly wrapped around your neck.

“The song’s called Baby Came Home and it’s about a girl who rides my dick like no one”

Your heart jumped off your chest as soon as Hongjoong locked eyes with you, his mischievous smile growing bigger as every color seemed to fade away from your face, blood only rushing to your brain as the dizziness took over to the beat of the song. You could feel your boyfriend’s body stiffening at the sight of Hongjoong, watching him flirt with the mic stand as he hummed the lyrics in the most sensual way, the explicit filthiness of his thoughts pretty obvious for everyone in the crowd to see.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

She told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Walking to the side of the stage, Hongjoong looked up directly into your eyes, his smile tucked in the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow in a taunting way, his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek while he pretended to choke himself with his black, painted nails, grazing his skin in a very specific way that purposely reminded you of the way you loved to scratch his neck whenever he filled you up to the brim.

Thinking about her

She's gone all the time

I think if you found her

That even you would know she's mine

Jumping on top of one of the guitar amps so he would stand directly at your level, Hongjoong never paid attention to the rest of the crowd anymore, his eyes bouncing from yours to your boyfriend’s, finding pride in the way he seemed to be more and more furious with every word coming out of his mouth. Now if the lyrics weren’t enough, Hongjoong’s attitude was beyond any decency as he started to stutter the lyrics through a moan, body rolling against his own palm as he grabbed a handful of himself while keeping his gaze locked on you, knowing just how your body would react at the sight of him- and while you were definitely forced into the most awkward situation between your lover and boyfriend, you couldn’t deny just how wet his whole performance had gotten you already.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

Told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Petrified, you watched as Hongjoong smirked at your boyfriend, flipping him off with his tongue out in the most provocative way you could think of. You didn’t know exactly when he had stopped hugging you from behind but it’s only when Hongjoong dared to come closer, leaning forward to scream the very last part of the song that you realized he was already gone. Resting backwards with his back tilted in your direction and the back of his head against the edge of the balcony, Hongjoong closed his eyes, screaming the lyrics with his entire heart and soul, the violence of his words matching the hectic beating of your own heart into your chest.

She's mine, she's mine

That girl is mine, she's MINE.

Out of breath, you felt suddenly exposed as the entire venue seemed to look at you like the main character in the story now that Hongjoong had failed to be discreet about it. Wrapping your own arms around yourself, you gave him a cold stare as he blew you a kiss, going back to the center of the stage like nothing happened. Alone and distraught, you missed the rest of the show, completely lost in your own thoughts, wrapped into a smokey haze from the stage and the awful smell of the beer your boyfriend had spilled on his way out.

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“Are you out of your FUCKING mind?” you spat as you barged into the backstage room, directly aiming at Hongjoong as he was resting on the couch with one of his feet up the coffee table, his top already off his bare, sweaty chest.

“Didn’t like my little homage, doll?” He smirked, obviously proud of his move as he waved his hand into the air, motioning for his bandmates to leave the room and give you privacy.

“Oh they can stay– you made a complete fool of me in front of an audience, I can slap the shit out of you in front of your band, can’t I?”

“Trust me, doll, you don’t want them to stay…” He was standing now, walking directly into your direction, his black, glittery eye-shadow melting with sweat from a two hours show in an overheated venue. His blonde hair was all over the place but still, he looked absolutely stunning.

“Why’s that? Don’t want them to see you getting punched in the face?”

“No, doll…” he shook his head with a smile, his hands already framing your face as he slowly walked you towards the nearest wall, “I just don’t want any of them to see you with a mouthful of my cock” his tone almost turned into a growl as he chuckled so close to your face you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting your lips with a foggy coat filled with lust.

“Fuck you, Hongjoong– you had no fucking right to do that!” You tried to push him away, your fist stammering against his chest as he kept you close still, his lips already attacking your neck as you found yourself locked between his body and the wall behind your back.

“Had to–” He barely groaned, nibbling at your neck “you didn’t know how to drop his pathetic ass— you should be fucking thankful” traveling his lips along your throat, Hongjoong purposely ignored your constant whining, his hands pushing past your top only to be delighted with the touch of your bare, erected nipples against his palms.

“No bra, uh?” He smiled, a little too proudly for your liking, “see, you’re not just a brat after all– sometimes you do listen to me”.

“Fuck off” You inevitably moaned as soon as his mouth found your tits, his viscious tongue darting against your nipple while his thumb toyed with the other. There was no point trying to fight any longer as your body failed to match your accusations. Pushing your hips against his growing bulge, your hands brushing through his hair as his started to suck on your breast through the most obscene sounds, you couldn’t help but moan under his touch, your thighs squeezed together so tightly you could almost feel your arousal spilling out of your crushed pussy.

“You know damn well he could never fuck you like I do” Hongjoong added, his eyes finding yours again as one of his hand pulled at your hair, tilting your head just enough to confirm his statement while the other was already unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper sounding like a blissful reward as your mouth inevitably started to water.

“Lost your tongue, doll?” He smiled, his hand abandoning his hardened cock to slip between your thighs forcefully, his middle finger immediately collecting a fair coat of your wetness and spreading it along your slit at a painfully slow pace.

“You can say you hated every part of it but your body says otherwise— I think you’d let me fuck you in front of that crowd if you had a chance… Let everyone see how I make this pussy mine, hmm?” His lips were back on yours again, nibbling, licking, biting until you caved and started to grind against his palm, wishing his fingers would slip inside of you already. Hongjoong definitely had a way with words that tickled your imagination in the best possible ways, and for a second, you were definitely kneeling on that stage, both of his hands holding your head still as he deepthroated you in front of a crowd, the painful mix of humiliation and exhibition kink taking its toll on you as your body instinctively slipped against the wall until you were down on your knees, eye-leveled with Hongjoong’s cock.

Without a word, you looked up to meet his gaze, finding pride in the way his lips curved into an O as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, teasing his balls with the flat of your tongue until you started to drag your lips along his stiff cock, taking your time to coat him with saliva as you felt him groan behind his gritted teeth, his hands fiddling with your hair while you finally pushed his head past your lips, swallowing every inches of him until the bitter taste of precum hit the back of your throat.

While you loved to give him head, his cock a perfect fit for your trained jaw, you didn’t feel like going all the way today, a simple taste more than enough to get the fuel going as you popped him out of your lips before your knees even started to bruise against the carpeted floor. Luckily, as rough as Hongjoong could be as a lover, he was never the one forcing you into doing anything and while any other man could have kept you down until your face was plastered with cum, this one man you adored never complained about the throbbing hard-on you had left behind.

“Fuck, doll- you don’t even know how much I fucking adore you…” Hongjoong almost whispered through a kiss, unbothered by his own taste over his tongue as both of his hands found their way behind your thighs, lifting you up against the wall as your legs were left dangling above his veiny arms and wide open for him.

It only took a single, powerful thrust to make you scream his name, your back slamming forcefully against the wall as Hongjoong started to hammer himself into your soaking wet cunt, his throat vibrating against your shoulder as he growled out of complete bliss, loving the way you swallowed him entirely and the obscenity of your skin slapping together mixed with the thundering sound of your body crashing against the wall everytime he pinned you back into it. He was merciless, as usual, only this time there seemed to be something different, your heart skipping a beat the moment your legs attached behind his back so he could grab both of your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he kept it firmly against the wall while pounding at a brutal pace.

Panting heavily, pins and needles all over your legs, your eyes finally locked with his, his lips slightly red from sucking on your neck for too long as his face seemed painted with a newly found type of adoration, eyes filled with love as his mouth curved into a soft smile to match his decreasing pace. The longer you stared into each other's eyes, the softer Hongjoong seemed to become, his hips rolling slowly against you as he barely pulled out anymore, finding his peak in the way you seemed to keep him inside your warmth, never letting go. Tilting his head to the side, his mouth found yours one more time, his kiss a lot softer yet deeper this time, tongues rolling over each other as you both hummed in perfect euphoria.

Lifting you up and off the wall, Hongjoong made sure you were tightly attached to his hips as he walked you towards the couch, crashing his back against it while you straddled his lap, his cock never slipping out as you started to bounce slowly, enjoying every inch of him while his hands pushed your shirt past your shoulders, lips all over your shoulders, throat and chest.

“Fuck—Joong…” You moaned as soon as his lips smacked around your tit, pulling at it slightly while rolling his tongue over your erected nub, your back arching naturally into his palm as you could feel yourself getting closer to climax.

“I’m close” There you were again, whimpering into this man’s arms, cunt full of him, both of your hands framing his perfect face as your eyes dived into his soul while he drove you to the most blissful state, just like days before.

Only this time he didn’t ask for you to wait for him.

Both of you had already waited long enough to be there.

At last, you were home.

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zeilixir · 1 year

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hello, can i please have mafia bodyguard!wooyoung /yeosang x bossdaughter!reader please? thank you

going with woo bc he'd make a hilarious bodyguard

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, violence warning, strong language too oops

word count: 8.6k (istg i can't write short fics even if i try but this is a quick oneshot, hope you like it)

"You're telling me this cheeky bastard is my bodyguard?" You glared at your father who only raised his hands in surrender, "You're just decreasing my lifespan."

"Oh, come on, I'm not that bad!" Wooyoung, the said bodyguard, reflects your actions as he glares at his boss, "Are you not going to tell your daughter why you appointed me?"

"My dear," your father turned to you after motioning Wooyoung to calm down, "You know how dangerous it has gotten for you these days. Either you fly to the island for a breather and leave work to me, or you continue to work and have Wooyoung by your side. It's one of the two."

"But why him?" You cleared your throat, your chin still up as you said, "Surely someone else would have been fine as well."

"Yeah, that's what I said," Wooyoung was suddenly in your team now, "It's not like I was dying to work with you of all the people here."

Your father shook his head in amusement, "I have 8 guards that I trust, and one of them is Wooyoung. It could have been someone else, yes, but they're all working on more important things-"

"More important than your daughter's life?"

"Do not interrupt me," your father glared at you and you were reminded that even though he had a soft spot for you as his only child, he was still your boss. He was everyone's boss, being the leader of this mafia gang. "I gave you the best. I don't want to deal with your temper tantrums. Out of my sight, both of you. I have work to do."

"Yes, father," you saluted in sarcasm, motioning Wooyoung to follow you so you could work things out with him-

Which meant figuring out just how you two were going to tolerate each other.

You stared at Wooyoung, arms folded, as you tried to sort your thoughts out while he scanned you as if judging you. You rolled your eyes, letting out a frustrated groan and opening the door to the terrace and sighing as you peered over the city from your high rise apartment. Wooyoung joined, taking out a cigarette and offering you one, which you gladly took, putting it in your mouth and he lit it for you, lighting his own.

"Fate has a twisted way of playing with us, don't you think?" Wooyoung blew the smoke dramatically, and you scoffed.

"Very. I mean... out of everyone, it had to be you. Not that I hate you, but you know you're one annoying, loud, dramatic-"

"Yeah, you love me," Wooyoung scoffed back, "I was working fine as your father's bodyguard. Why did he have to assign me to you, a pain in my ass-"

"Yeah, we both have it bad," you interrupted, "Honestly, I wish it was Seonghwa. He's wise, mature, pretty hot, everything you're not-"

"Why is it always Seonghwa?" Wooyoung laughed, "Come on, you still have a crush on him?"

You glared at Wooyoung, "And Seonghwa wouldn't be nosy unlike someone here."

Your little crush on Seonghwa was something like a joke now- since you had grown up around the 8 men your father trusted his and your life with, you knew each of them enough. As kids, you were always attracted to Seonghwa, perhaps because of how mature he was. But with Wooyoung? You two were either crime partners or fighting with each other- there was no in-between. It was why you could say you didn't exactly hate him- hate was a strong word- you just didn't think you two could work together. With him as your bodyguard and shadowing you everywhere-

"Okay, so are you gonna be my shadow or do I have to worry about you as well, when we're out?" You turned to him, deciding it was time you get serious, "Because I'll only be worrying about myself."

"You don't have to worry about me," Wooyoung looked at the sky, loose strands from his ponytail framing his face, "I'll just be making sure no one blows your pretty head off."

"Right," you were playing with the remains of your cigarette now, "Can I trust you with my life?"

"Of course," Wooyoung looked at you, offended, "I thought you trusted me at least that much, kitty."

There it was- the pet name the guys used to call you when you were kids. You raised a brow, "If you call me kitty in public, I'm going to cut your balls and feed it to the very hyenas that you laugh like, is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Wooyoung was grinning cockily and you wished you could smack him right now- what was even stopping you? Probably the fact that he would call you that in public if you tried anything. "So?"

"Yeah, I mean, I trust you," you pretended to barf, "but can I trust that you'll be loyal to me first? Not my father?"

"Interesting," Wooyoung snubbed his cigarette out, throwing it in the nearest bin with an aim that had you internally wowing, "You do know he's the boss of me, not you?"

"Technically, I'm your boss now too," you said and he deadpan stared at you- he wasn't having it. You sighed, "Look, I'm not revolting against him, that would be stupid. It's just that his area of work and mine are different, and some things I do without my father's knowledge, so I trust that you won't go spilling it all to him like a good little puppy."

"What do I get out of it?"

"What?"

"What's in it for me?" Wooyoung looked at you, "I'm not betraying my boss for free."

"And I'll mention that to my father- Wooyoung won't betray you for free, but for a good price, he'll very well consider."

Wooyoung laughed- he'd always found your wittiness actually funny, unlike everyone else who just frowned at you because of how strong you sometimes came, "Come on, kitty. Play fair."

"Okay, what do you want?"

Wooyoung thought about it, "Nothing, for now. I'll have to decide if I can even work with you after checking the gravity of this situation. Don't worry, I won't tell your father even if I can't work with you like that."

"Perfect," you clapped, "When did you grow up, Wooyoung? I thought you'd be running back to my father."

"You know I've always loved to rebel," he grinned at you and for a moment, you felt like no one could be a better partner/bodyguard for you in a situation like this. Wooyoung had this rebellious streak in him and he understood your love for danger ever since you were kids.

"Well, let's shake hands on it, I'll trust you not to tell my father, alright?"

Wooyoung extended his hand and you shook it, making him bow as he said, "Pleasure working with you, ma'am."

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You were kind of regretting ever agreeing to having Wooyoung as your bodyguard.

Not because he was sloppy at his job, not at all. Just three days into his job, he had saved your 'pretty head from being blown' when the rival gang attacked, barely escaping the bullet meant for you.

Neither because he told your dad about how you were attempting to get an insider connection in the country's official weapons dealer, which meant if you landed a deal, your gang would not only have an unlimited access to weaponry but also an extended authority over who could buy the weapons, and if you were lucky, you could block your rivals' chain without their knowledge.

The only reason you were regretting having Wooyoung by your side was simply because of his presence. His undeniable, loud, sometimes funny but mostly dramatic presence.

"I was going through old photos the other day, you know, memories," Wooyoung decided to sit in front of you, sprawling his legs on the desk- right where you were currently reviewing the documents, which made you shake your head- no other bodyguard would have dared, "And guess what you were wearing. A fucking dress, red dress, aged 16. My eyes burned."

"The only time I wear a dress is to seduce someone to land me a deal," you glared at him, "And I'm wearing one tomorrow when we go to talk to Mr. Lee, so get your head out of the gutter, Jung Wooyoung."

"No way," Wooyoung sat straighter, legs still on the desk, "What about my poor eyes?"

You fished out the dagger and threatened to cut his feet, which had him finally sitting like a proper person, "You haven't seen me in a dress before?"

"Can't say I recall."

"Well, you're in for a surprise," you smirked at him, "You may have not noticed, but I'm not the 16 year old girl who looked awkward in dresses, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung ooh-ed at that, licking his lips, "Can't wait."

You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing, "Can you like... leave me alone so I can work without you reminiscing over the past every 5 minutes?"

"I'll get bored," he pouted and you couldn't believe you were talking to a grown man, your eyes twitching at the way he sulked like a baby.

"I'm stuck with you. I cannot believe this," you shook your head, "I'm going to block my ears."

You put in your earphones, playing loud music, thankful for the noise cancellation but Wooyoung wasn't having any of it, proving to you that you may block your ears but he could still be noise to your eyes as he got up, pouring you both wine and dancing around your office room, checking every nook and cranny as if he would find something. You called his name, making him turn, which was when you threw the empty glass at him which he caught.

"What was that for!"

"I was checking your aim," you put your earphones back in, continuing to work. Wooyoung made a face before he finally left your room, and if you were exhaling in relief, it died down when he returned with his laptop, plopping himself on the sofa and working on his own stuff.

When you were finally done, you took off your earphones, calling him to discuss strategy. Mr. Lee was an acquaintance of Mr. Ahn, the official weapons dealer who you actually needed to get to.

"Lee Minseok is the son who we might be meeting tomorrow," you showed him a picture from the internet that Wooyoung recognised, "We're going in as guests but I'll try to get a private space with Minseok and see if I can get some information about Mr. Ahn, who's our endgoal. So everything depends on me charming him tomorrow."

"I'm sure you'll do an awful job," Wooyoung said, "And the threats?"

"The threat," you smirked, "is that if Chan's gang finds out I'm present there, which they will because they're also guests tomorrow, they'll try to kill me. So I'm counting on you that I make it out alive."

"I can't believe they're still salty about losing a few men over a fight," Wooyoung mumbled.

"We would have been the same, wouldn't we?" you shrugged and he nodded after a second. Losing a man of honour was a great loss. "They won't let me take a bodyguard inside so you'll have to do as my escort. Do look presentable tomorrow."

The next afternoon, when you called for Wooyoung after getting ready, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you- the red one shoulder gown hugging every curve of your body, spreading elegantly below the hips down to the floor, your leg and heels visible from the slit in the gown. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, tucking stray hair behind, finally noticing Wooyoung and turning, smiling at him. "Ready to go?"

Wooyoung whistled, "You actually look like a woman."

"I'm both flattered and offended," you reapplied your red lipstick, smacking your lips loudly, "Anyways, please be in your senses tonight. I aim to charm and Chan's gang shouldn't get in my way."

Wooyoung saluted, offering you his arm which you smacked before you made your own way to the car, leaving him snickering. You did take his arm when you reached the venue, which was the Lee Mansion. You noticed he had matched with you by wearing a red tie on his black suit.

Everyone recognized you, most were intimidated by you (or perhaps, your father) and you were taken to the VIP lounge, where you both took a drink as you finally stood in a corner and scanned everyone.

"I see Changbin," Wooyoung motioned with his eyes and you followed his gaze, "That means they're here."

"Well, they themselves won't do anything here but they could be sneaky about it. Perhaps a drug in the drink, or something like that. Do stay with me at all times."

"That's Minseok," Wooyoung pointed and you nodded. He was greeting all his guests. "He's young."

"Which is why seducing him shouldn't be too hard," you smoothened your hair, turning to Wooyoung. "How do I look?"

Wooyoung scanned your face, bringing his hand to hold your chin as he wiped the smudged lipstick off your mouth, "Good enough. Do you have to seduce him?"

You had forgotten how casual Wooyoung was with his actions and words. You gave him the side-eye before turning back, "If a simple talk won't work... a flash of my leg should do."

Wooyoung shook his head in amusement, straightening when he saw Minseok approach with the greediest eyes he'd seen on a man as they scanned all over your body. He gave you a hug as he greeted you, kissing your cheek before drawing back. "Such a pleasure to have you here."

"How could I decline?" you said and Wooyoung gaped internally at how your voice had changed, "It's a wonderful arrangement you've done today."

"Thank you, pretty," he still had his arm around your back and Wooyoung cleared his throat, grabbing his attention, "And this is?"

You glared at Wooyoung through your smile, "A... friend. Hope you don't mind- I didn't want to come alone."

"Oh, no worries. I'm Lee Minseok," he extended his hand and Wooyoung shook it.

"Jung Wooyoung."

"Can we get to talk in private later?" You asked, grabbing his attention back, "Father's been anxious."

"Of course," he said, "I'll send a man, meanwhile, let me greet the rest of the crowd."

"Sure, I won't keep you," you smiled, waving as he left and then turning to Wooyoung who was watching you with folded arms. "What?"

"How did you shift your whole personality for this man?"

"Extreme problems require extreme measures," you dismissed him, noticing the change of music and everyone finding a partner to dance, "Should I find Chan for this dance? I'm sure he'll love to dance with me-"

Wooyoung grabbed your hand, nudging you to the dance floor, putting one hand on your waist, "Dance with me so I can scan everyone out."

"How boring," you said but agreed, putting the hand that wasn't in Wooyoung's on his shoulder, "So tell me, while we're at it. How's life been ever since you officially became my father's bodyguard?"

"As adventurous as it could be. Never a boring moment with your dad," Wooyoung's voice dripped with sarcasm and you smirked.

"I'm sure. I do have to say, I'm mad you didn't once stop by. I only get to see you when you're with him."

Wooyoung looked at you, "You're not serious."

"I am," you pouted, "I remember when we used to be partners in crime. I'd say we're back to that, eh?"

It was like Wooyoung was looking at you for the first time then, and he did regret not meeting up with you often. He'd been married to his work, forgetting that he used to be your friend before he was a bodyguard to your father- or you. Wooyoung's lips curved into a smile, "Miss me?"

"Can't say I did," you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling as you looked away from him. Truth be told, you were very aware of Wooyoung ever since you were kids. There was just a charm to him that you could not deny no matter how much you tried hating him (and for no reason whatsoever). You just couldn't hate him.

"We should catch up properly, huh?" Wooyoung brought you closer and your eyes widened in surprise, "Kitty?"

"I said if you called me that in public, I'd-"

You noticed Minseok turning to look at your way which was when you decided to play the role. You shifted the hand that was on Wooyoung's shoulder bringing it to his chest, nudging him closer by his collar as you gave him a sultry smile, pretending to laugh over something shyly as you fluttered your lashes at him. Wooyoung, who was very confused for a moment, spotted Minseok and smirked, bringing you even closer and squeezing where he held your waist.

"So?" Wooyoung scoffed, "If I call you kitty in public you'd do this?"

"Shut up," you said through your fake smile, "He's watching. I'll deal with you when I get home."

"Oh, I'll deal with you when we get home. It's the other way round, kitty."

You looked up at him and gave him the sweetest smile you could muster, craning your neck a bit to look at Minseok who was now gone. You sighed, loosening up. "I'm going to go find him now."

"I thought he was going to call you over?"

"It's a trick," you told him, "I'm going to the toilet, see what's happening on my way. You should keep an eye on Chan's gang."

With that, you took off, leaving Wooyoung nervous because for once, he had no idea what to do with himself. As he was muttering to himself about how easy it was to be your father's bodyguard, he noticed Changbin following you and he instantly went after him, 'accidentally' bumping into him, making sure you followed Minseok to the room.

"Watch where you're going- you," Changbin nearly growned, scoffing, "So you're her watchdog now?"

"You know how it is," Wooyoung smirked, "Still being thrown into the mess by Chan?"

"Watch it," Changbin warned, "The only reason I'm not throwing you to the ground and finishing you off is because you saved my life once. That doesn't mean I won't go after her."

Wooyoung sighed internally- he had, not on purpose, saved Changbin's life once in a fight when he had nearly fell off the 18th floor of a building under construction, and though the two were sworn enemies, they had morals- he was in a debt now.

And he hated, absolutely hated that.

"She's just having a friendly talk with Lee," Wooyoung tried handling the situation, figuring maybe Changbin would back off, "Maybe do this another day, when there aren't so many people around."

Changbin took the drink from the nearest waiter, downing it, sighing in frustration, "Your father's clever, I have to give him that. By making you his daughter's watchdog, he's made sure that at least I wouldn't be able to attack you."

Wooyoung smiled- he'd known part of the reason was that too. "I know Chan's still angry about the men he lost. I would be too. But... does he have to make it personal?"

"He wouldn't have if your miss hadn't stolen the piece of information they had died trying to find," he raised a brow, "you didn't know that, did you?"

Wooyoung didn't.

"She made their sacrifice useless," Changbin said, "Good enough reason for us to go to any lengths to get that back."

Wooyoung noticed Chan going in the direction of the room where you were currently in, probably seducing talking to Minseok. "Let me talk to her first. Maybe we can strike a deal."

Changbin narrowed his eyes but he was open to the idea, "You think so?"

"I'll let you know, I have to go right now," Wooyoung said, taking a detour so Changbin wouldn't notice he was following Chan. Wooyoung hid behind a wall, watching Chan who was standing by a window either listening in on your conversation (which he probably couldn't) or watching you two. Either way, he wouldn't have it.

Your phone buzzed and you read the message by Wooyoung 'Chan's watching'. You smirked, shifting to get more comfortable, flashing your leg to Minseok. It was time to kill two birds with a stone.

"So... Minseok," you flipped your hair back, "have you met with Mr. Ahn recently?"

You watched his gaze travel up the length of your neck, stifling the urge to gauge his eyes out. He took the bait, sliding closer to you and pretending to fix your hair, "I did. He's skeptic, but I'll put in a good word for you."

"That's... good to hear," you smiled lazily, trailing your finger down his chest, "I knew I could count on you."

"Well, I might put an even better word for you if you return the favour," he smirked.

You licked your lips, speed dialing Wooyoung while his gaze was fixed on your lips. It was Wooyoung's cue- to arrive exactly two minutes after the call- no more, no less.

You had two minutes to avoid getting trapped in your own planted trap. You tilted your head, "There are definietly a number of ways I could return the favour. Putting in a word for you for my father, or Mr. Kang- I know you've been trying to negotiate with him. Choose your favour wisely, Minseok."

"Ah," he threw his head back as he laughed, "I thought I could ask for something... simpler. Perhaps," he put a hand under your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes met as he got closer, "Something more... entertaining."

"Oh, you," you pushed him away lightly, "such a tease."

"Oh, I'm much more," he decided to start at your neck, trailing kisses up your neck, his hands trailing all over your body lazily and you tilted your head not to give him better access but to fix your eyes on the door- 30 seconds.

It was too long.

You speed dialed Wooyoung again and 5 seconds later, he was knocking on the door. You two drew back hesitantly- him more than you- and he was half annoyed as he opened the door, frowning when he saw Wooyoung.

"Is your phone off?" Wooyoung looked at you, "Your father called- it's urgent."

You pretended to be worried as you got up, looking at Minseok who also looked a bit worried as he asked Wooyoung if everything was okay.

"Just business went wrong- not looking good right now. He needs her back at the headquarters right now."

"I'm sorry, Minseok," you kissed his cheek, "I had a good time. Thank you for tonight."

"No worries, let me know if everything is okay," he squeezed your shoulder assuringly and you nodded, throwing him a wink for good measure before you followed Wooyoung out, pretending to be worried as you sat in your car and left, which was when you finally sighed and massaged your aching temples.

"You good?" Wooyoung looked at you- you'd assured him you wouldn't need to call him a second time which meant 'danger', and he had no idea what went inside that room.

"Yeah, just... I'm glad you came."

Something about the way you said that made Wooyoung's heart both melt and burn in rage- just what had that filthy rat been doing with you inside?

He asked you that when you reached home and were in the closed walls of your office room. You turned and raised a brow.

"You don't need to know that."

"You think I didn't notice how your hands were shaking when you got out? All the way in the car?" Wooyoung was standing in front of you, glaring down at you, "Why do you put yourself in such situations, kitty?"

His voice was soft as he said that, and it made you sigh and bite your lips as you looked away from his incredibly soft gaze, "It's work. Only work, okay? Sometimes, I have to go for such shortcuts. I put myself in this mess and I can get out of it, thank you for your concern."

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself," Wooyoung patted your cheek, "Go change. I'll get us some coffee."

He didn't wait for an answer as he left, and you groaned loudly before obeying, sitting in one of the chairs in the terrace as you waited for him. You were lost in your own head when he came back, placing the mug on the table which brought you back. You muttered a thanks before taking a sip.

"Did the events of tonight turn out to be fruitful though?" Wooyoung finally asked.

"Yep, seems like it," you nodded, "He's going to talk to Ahn. Once that's done and I secure the deal, I won't have to work with him anymore."

"A relief," he took a sip from his mug, "You know, I met Changbin today. He was going to come after you."

"Oh?" You didn't meet eyes with him but you knew he wasn't in the best mood when he leaned forward.

"Kitty... if we're working together, I need you to be completely honest with me. Are we clear on that?"

You finally turned to look at him, surprised to find him looking more concerned than you would have thought. You sighed, placing the mug back on the table, wiping your hands on your trousers. "Okay, something did happen. But he's probably not told you the whole story. You mind telling me what you know so far?"

"You stole something, which made Chan's men's death meaningless?"

You scoffed, slumping back, "They got you, Wooyoung. Do you trust me? More than you trust them?"

"Of course I do," he put his own mug back as he folded his hands, "So tell me. Tell me what really happened."

You told him about the events of that night a few months ago, when Chan's very men had killed your previous bodyguard- someone you'd actually been close to since he was like an uncle to you- and taken you hostage, meaning to use you as leverage against your father but before they could contact him, you'd stolen the very USB they'd secured from Mr. Kang at the cost of a few men that day. They probably hadn't even made copies or explored the contents of it yet, which was why they were super pissed about it. You'd threaten to destroy it and earned your way out.

"Interesting," Wooyoung finished his coffee, "I did not know that. So what's in the USB?"

You were grinning like a kid now, "Enough crimes of each gang listed to use as a leverage for generations."

Wooyoung whistled, clapping his hands and looked proudly at you, "I have to commend you on that. You made the most out of that situation."

Your face fell, "I lost someone that night too. You know I was close with uncle- my bodyguard. Chan's too blinded by his anger to make any sense of that, and I don't know what rubbish he's filled in his men's ears that they fail to see that his men died because of him. My man died because of him too. He's the only one at fault here. It cost him well, which is why I'm currently silent."

Wooyoung was silent for a few moments too before he figured everything out, "You aim to stop his weapons supplies first, don't you? You're gonna make sure they crumble from the inside out."

"Bingo," you looked up at the sky, "Revenge... it's a sweet thing, isn't it?"

"Don't let it consume you," he shook his head, "I don't want you to become a senile woman who fails to make sense of things anymore."

You turned to look at him, "You sound like you actually care."

"And what if I do?" He met your gaze and you found yourself unable to look away even when you wanted to, "Am I not allowed to care for you?"

You marrowed your eyes at him, "Stop being so dramatic, Wooyoung-"

"I'm not," he caught your attention as he grabbed your wrist lightly, urging you to look back at him, "And what happened tonight, at Minseok's... I'm not allowing you to do something like that again. Not on my watch. We'll figure out something else. Not something that makes you fold in on yourself."

You were looking at the way he was caressing your wrist, a single ring on his finger with a black stone- a staple of him. "Why do you care, Wooyoung?"

Your voice had been barely a whisper, but he had heard that. And he had no answer, only a shrug. But after a few moments, he finally said, "I just don't want to see you like that again. It made me feel like I failed."

You were left pondering over it the whole night. As your bodyguard, he wasn't required to care for your mental state- none of your bodyguards had. But perhaps because he was a friend too...

You smiled into the night, the sky more beautiful than usual.

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"Another fucking party," Wooyoung muttered, "You'd think as a gang, we'd be invited to less parties. We're not some social elite group or something, are we?"

"Lucky for you," you wriggled your shoulders playfully as you whispered, "It's a masquerade party."

Wooyoung shook his head in amusement- from what he'd seen, you loved parties- not for the usual reasons, but because of the opportunities it provided and because you loved dancing.

It drove him crazy, if he was honest with himself. Watching you in your office, sway to the music as you conjured up plans in your head, then going to the board and writing the data while shaking your hips to the beat- it really did stir something foreign in him. He thought it was annoyance at first, but the way you'd laugh and his heart swelled at that told him it was something else.

The past month had been busy enough for the both of you. Wooyoung had to leave with your father for a few days too, during which you'd promised to stay at home and actually did. Another visit at the Lee Mansion where you secured the deal from his side, nothing behind shut doors because Wooyoung was present as bodyguard now and luckily, he had another girl home that day so he was himself ashamed and disappointed that he couldn't ask more from you. You passed him a suggestive wink for a good measure, but you knew you were never going to meet him again unless business required- which it wouldn't.

It was tonight that you were going to Mr. Ahn's mansion, a party that his daughter arranged. You were on good terms with her but you knew you couldn't ask her for a favour, so-

"Tonight depends on how I play my cards," you told Wooyoung, "I've made sure Chan won't be paying a visit there. Sisterhood won here."

"Good thing she's your friend," Wooyoung stood in front of the mirror, trying the mask that you got for him- black with chains dangling down the front, a black feather at the side, "Looks good."

"Doesn't it," you nodded, trying your own mask, made to match his- half black and half silver, "Fancy."

Wooyoung grinned, taking it off, "What role do I play today?"

"Hmm..." a smile crept on your face, "How about my boyfriend? Everyone would be bringing a date. Thanks to Chan's threat on my head, I'm very single. No one would dare date me."

"Ah," Wooyoung looked smug, "Can I finally call you kitty in public?"

"Anything but that," you looked at him in warning.

"Okay," Wooyoung nodded with a smirk, "You asked for it, okay? Keep that in mind."

You should have known. With Wooyoung, everything was a challenge to him. He always found loopholes.

"So, love," he laughed lightly when you rolled your eyes, "Ready?"

"Can I take it back? You can only call me kitty, how does that sound?"

"Oh, shush, nobody cares what I call you," Wooyoung scanned you, "You look nice. I like this dress better than the red one."

"You do?" You asked, surprised at your own question- it felt so mundane, him complimenting you and you so casual about it. It almost felt normal. You scanned yourself in the mirror- black gown with a slit sleeve falling down to the floor, diamantes around the waist area, the dress hugging your upper body and flowing elegantly down the hip. "I thought the red dress was sexier."

"It was, but this hits different," Wooyoung approached you as if in a daze, "Just one thing- allow me?"

You frowned in confusion but your mouth parted in surprise when he pulled the stick from your hair, making it fall open from the messy bun you'd put it in with so much effort. He smiled in satisfaction, "Perfect."

It took you a moment to breathe with him being so close, staring down at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. You finally inhaled, hanging the mask in the air, "Tie it for me?"

He did and you made him sit so you could tie his. "Leaving your hair open?"

"Here," he fished out a ponytail, "Tie it for me?"

You laughed at how he repeated your sentence, agreeing, "You're... weird, Wooyoung."

"In what way?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I've never tied my bodyguard's hair, for instance."

Wooyoung laughed loudly, "None of your bodyguards were your friends, were they?"

"True," you smiled- you really couldn't help it now. His smile and laugh were the most contagious thing and you'd long stopped stifling your own whenever he smiled or laughed. "I've never had my boduguard pretend to be my boyfriend too, so you better do a good job."

"How far do you want me to go?"

You raised a brow at his voice and you finished tying his hair, making him turn and look at you. You were glad for the mask hiding most of your face as you pursed your lips, thinking.

"Depends, really. Dance with me, stay with me, that should be okay, shouldn't it? You don't have to be on your guard tonight- you're not my bodyguard for the night. You're my friend, okay?"

Wooyoung got up, offering you his arm, "Okay, kitty."

You slapped his arm before taking it, going to your car and running what you'll talk about with Mr. Ahn tonight with him. You really appreciated that Wooyoung would give his own suggestions.

"You're not as dumb as I thought," you said when you finished the planning.

"Come on, I might have been dumb when I was a kid but I'm smarter and quicker than you now."

"Are you now?" You smirked, leaning forward, "You're in for a surprise tonight then."

Wooyoung had no idea what to expect but it certainly wasn't the change in your demeanor when you reached there. It was like you were finally yourself now that you wore a mask, cracking jokes and passing compliments. You were no longer tense- Wooyoung knew because your grip on his arm was relaxed. So when you gave him a drink, he finally scanned you.

"You're nicer tonight," Wooyoung commented, "It's like you're finally... you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're almost the person I liked when we were younger," Wooyoung said and you would have ignored the comment but then you turned, grinning.

"You liked me?"

"As friends, don't get other ideas," Wooyoung poked your stomach, making you giggle.

"What about now?"

Wooyoung was half smirking when he looked at you, eyes round as you waited for an answer. He took that chance, trailing his finger down your cheek and tilting your chin up so he could lock eyes with you. He leaned forward, his eyes falling to your lips and he sighed internally when they parted, as if ready for him. "One would think you like me too, kitty."

You took his hand away from your chin, holding it instead as you said, "Well, they wouldn't be wrong."

Wooyoung tilted his head in confusion- were you joking with him or did you really mean it? He supposed he'd never know the way you grinned afterwards and downed your drink, going back to business mode when your eyes fell on your prey for the night.

"When we dance... you have to pass me to Mr. Ahn when the partners change. Can you do that? He'd be dancing with his daughter first so it's gonna be easy."

"Sure," Wooyoung managed to stay, trying to subdue his internal conflict- it had been so long that you two were playing this game, you always so suggestive. He wanted to make things clear once and for all, but he was also afraid you'd shut yourself down if he dared ask.

So when you two went for the first dance, Wooyoung decided to play the role of the title he wish you could call him everyday. He pulled you closer than ever, hand resting on your hip and the other in yours that he caressed ever so softly, eyes never leaving yours and falling to your lips every once in a while. Really, he was making it obvious now, leaving the rest to you.

And you... perhaps it was the music, the atmosphere, but there was this undeniable pull between you two. You wished to close the little distance between you two, and when you realised just what went through your head, you wanted to scold yourself- but Wooyoung... he was everything you had ever wanted. He was smart, undeniably clever, and so, so caring. And he'd made himself a part of your daily life, using your office as his own when he worked, giving you company as if he knew you hated being alone, talking to you about anything and everything. He was always perfect in his timing, and you found it so strange yet satisfying.

"The time is near," Wooyoung's voice was husky as he said that.

"W-what?"

Wooyoung raised a brow in amusement- it was the first time he'd heard you stutter. "I said, the time is near. Switching partners. Are you alright, kitty?"

"I am, I just... got lost for a moment," you gulped, pushing yourself out of memory lane, clearing your throat, "See you in a while."

With that, you switched partners. You greeted Mr. Ahn, inquiring about his health, sending your father's good wishes, and then talking business. It went smoothly, but you knew you were getting distracted by Wooyoung's hand on her hips and him smiling as if he was actually enjoying without you-

"Honey, I asked if Mr. Bang is still after you."

"Sorry for being distracted," you sighed, "It's a shame. Bang and my father were on good terms before. You know though, you know they run the gang with their hearts rather than their heads."

"It always gets a little messy when that happens," the old man smiled, "What can you offer me if I give you access?"

You smirked, telling him about the USB drive- Mr. Ahn was the only person in the mafia world who you respected. He was a man of his word, respected all his men like they respected him, had a good moral compass as well and most importantly, always talked things out. He hated messy fights that were getting so common now. So you knew he'd trust you with the possession of the drive and not spoil your offer of allowing him access- you also knew he'd never actually use the drive to bring anyone down. He wasn't the type- but he would make the other feel like he had undeniable leverage.

"That's a very tempting offer," he finally smiled, "I trust you won't lose the drive?"

"You know me- I'm always neat," you assured him and he laughed, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Your father raised you well, and perhaps, if you weren't your father's daughter, I would have called this a bluff," he said and you sighed internally in relief- your father and Mr. Ahn were old friends. "Does he know of this?"

"Not yet," you told him, "But I imagine he'd be pleased. I didn't want to give him hope first."

"Just like my daughter," he shook his head, "She always takes the matters into her own hands and presents the deal she strikes like a gift to me. I imagine your father will be proud. I'll make the arrangements. Meet me here in two days time."

"Thank you, sir," you bowed your head a little, "Always a pleasure working with you."

"Of course," he winked, saying good night before he passed you back to Wooyoung.

"Before I congratulate you," Wooyoung was smirking devilishly, "I must comment on your lack of focus. Are my hands on someone else really that distracting?"

So he had noticed. "I wasn't looking at your hands, stupid. I was... reading her body language. She might have suspected I came here for business."

"Sure," his voice dripped with smugness, "Whatever you say. Congratulations on securing the deal."

"What gave?"

"Your smile, darling," he put a hand on your face as he swayed you along the song, his thumb lightly brushing your lower lip, "It gave you away."

You sighed internally at the feeling of his hand cupping your face, calling his name in warning. But he wasn't having any of it and he kept one hand in your and the other cupping your face as he danced, and you shook your head in amusement, trailing your hands down his chest playfully until they rested on his hips, earning a groan from him.

"Your treading on dangerous lines, kitty."

"What are you gonna do, Jung Wooyoung?" You fluttered your lashes at him and he shook his head, bringing his face close, about to kiss you but the pointy edges of your masks prevented him from doing so. He groaned, the grip on your neck tightening just a little and it made you gasp inside, the sensation sending heat coarsing though your body.

"Darned masks," he laughed a little as he drew back, his absence hitting you like cold water, "Wait till I get you alone."

You were clenching and unclenching your jaw as several thoughts ran through your head, your mind telling you to be rational, that Wooyoung was your bodyguard and should be nothing more, but your heart reminiding you that he was your friend first and that you'd always liked him a little more than the others. That he was everything you've ever wanted in a man, that you loved how caring and protective he was of you (as much as he could be while allowing you to plunge into danger too when necessary).

"I'm going to get a drink," you muttered, leaving him confused as you hid yourself from him, downing two shots and wondering just what you had put yourself into.

"Can I just say, what an absolute charmer your date is?" Mr. Ahn's daughter Jiyeon came around, clicking glasses with you as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair. You scoffed.

"Is he now?"

"You know I'm a sucker for his type," she laughed, "Are you not going to tell me who he is?"

"A friend," you smiled, "An old friend."

"Hmm, and is he available?"

You scanned Jiyeon, a bitter feeling in your throat and your stomach in knots- was this what jealousy was?

"Nope," you popped a cherry in your mouth, leaning a bit towards her, "He's mine."

"Oh," Jiyeon giggled, "That's a shame, but... good for you, miss. You have to tell me all about him when we meet later."

"Oh, definitely," your smile was growing wider- had you really called Wooyoung yours? "We have a lot of catching up to do."

You and Jiyeon made small talk for a few minutes and you excused yourself, going to find a room to check yourself and freshen your makeup, turning around the corner when someone grabbed you by your arm and turned you around until you were inside a room and your back flat against the door-

"Wooyoung, you scared me!"

"Chan's here," he told you, one hand still gripping your arm trailing down to hold your hand and the other resting on your waist, "I thought he wasn't going to be present tonight."

"Ah, so she lied, that bitch," you muttered and Wooyoung shook his head in amusement. "Well, it's no big deal anyways. Chan has no idea what I'm doing. I never told Jiyeon either. And Mr. Ahn never spills someone else's business, so we're good."

Wooyoung nodded, his eyes scanning your face, "You lied to Jiyeon too."

"What?"

"You told her I'm yours."

You gaped at Wooyoung, "You were listening?"

"Didn't mean to, I was hovering around, you know, bodyguard duties," he was smirking deeply now, making you roll your eyes, "Tell me, kitty. Do you like it?"

"Like what?" You said and your breath hitched when he brought his face unbelievably close as he whispered.

"Do you like calling me yours?"

You tried pushing him away but he didn't budge, his masked nose travelling down the curve of your neck. You found your hands travelling up and going in his half-tied hair, mumbling his name perhaps in warning or in desperation, perhaps both. Wooyoung waited for you to make a move, his own hands going to cup your face and you did it then, untying his mask and letting it drop so he could finally kiss you.

All it took was the brush of your lips to make you groan against him. He kissed you then, softly first but only for a few seconds before it changed into something deeper, kissing you over and over and pushing you back into the door, a swipe of his tongue along your lips granting him entry and the kisses turned more passionate and deep, hands travelling all over each other and into one another's hair as you struggled to breathe while trying not to break the kiss. He finally allowed you to breathe only to snatch your breath away when he kissed your jaw and trailed his lips down your neck, catching his own breath.

"You..." you exhaled, gulping. "We're done here- let's go home."

Wooyoung drew back, trying to find something in your eyes, a reaction, something, but only your flush gave you away, your eyes unreadable as you gathered yourself, leaving the room and him confused, trailing after you. The ride home didn't help either as you were busy staring out of the window, trying to sort your thoughts out while Wooyoung gave you the space that you needed-

Until you got home.

"I..." you sighed when you both entered your office, "Let's talk business first, shall we?"

Wooyoung nodded, seating himself in front of your desk and you told him about your interaction with Mr. Ahn, his smile growing as he heard how cleverly you secured the deal.

"Now that we have done everything, word might get out," you were tracing the edges of the mask that was still in your hands, "And once I block Chan's access, he's going to come after me."

"That's pretty much unavoidable now, isn't it?" Wooyoung tried thinking about some other reaction that the deal could entice from Chan but really, given the fact that he was salty about you stealing the USB from him, he was going to raise hell.

"It is," you finally looked at him, "Which brings me to what part you'll be playing."

Wooyoung leaned forward, "Bodyguard, of course."

"Why did you kiss me tonight, Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung wanted to ask why you didn't push him away, why you kissed him back, but he thought he could see what fear was holding you down. "Why did I kiss you? You know I like you, don't you?"

You narrowed your eyes, trying to stifle your smile, "I like you too, Wooyoung, I really do. You're smart, clever, I want to hate the way you laugh but it always makes me laugh too. But... I have to think rationally. I can't date my bodyguard, the constant fear that something will happen to you looming over me. Because anyone who wants to get to me will get rid of you first, and I can't have that."

"Are we going to ignore the fact that I am one of the best bodyguards, and that's not gonna happen?" His voice was soft as he slumped back and scanned your face, "Bodyguard or not, I will protect you. I will always put myself in danger for you."

Your heart swooped down your stomach at his words, making you bite your lip and resist the urge to kiss him right there. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. I've never allowed myself anything more because of this very reason-"

Wooyoung got up, going around the desk to come near you, turning your revolving chair so you faced him, cupping your cheek with one hand as he leaned down, "What's love without a little danger?"

It took you a good few seconds before your face twisted into surprise, "You remember!"

"Love is stupid and fake," Wooyoung straightened his shirt as he sat next to you on the rock, peering down at the city, the cold chill of the winter air hitting your cheeks and making your noses red. You buried your nose in your muffler, waiting for your dad to come out of the 'business meeting' that even you couldn't attend because you were only 17.

"You're only what, 17? 18? Stop pretending like you've seen it all," you scoffed at your father's annoying bodyguard.

"I've seen enough," Wooyoung sighed, "In this field, you don't love. You don't open up your heart to anyone. If you're horny, you get laid, and that's it. You simply don't fall in love. Come on, you've seen what happens."

You knew he meant your mother, who had been murdered by a rival gang when you were barely even 10. Your father hadn't been the same since. You took a deep breath, "You can't live without love in your life, Wooyoung, in any form. Be it friends, family, or a partner. As for this field... it's true that it's dangerous, but doesn't just make it more real and intense?"

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but you leaned forward playfully, "What's love without a little danger?"

At that moment, your father called for you and you, having proven your point, hopped off, leaving Wooyoung unable to tear his eyes off from you.

"I remember," he smiled, kissing your forehead and lingering there, "And I think when you love someone, you really do risk it all for them. No point in life if you don't."

You allowed him to kiss your worries away, his lips gently working along yours as if each kiss could erase each worry, hands tilting your face up, your arms around him bringing him closer. You smiled when he broke apart for breath, "What would father say when he learns I'm with you of all people? I think even he prefers Seonghwa-"

"Not him too!" Wooyoung laughed, his eyes growing dark as he kissed you more passionately, making your arms go weak and fall to the sides, his leg going between yours on the chair to support him up but the feeling of his thigh between your legs only made you feel weaker and you wanted nothing more than to allow him to ruin you with love.

"Seonghwa won't make you feel this way, kitty," Wooyoung trailed his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and sucking there, finding your sweet spot and making you moan.

"Shut up," you slapped his arm, grinning along with him and you got up, making him sit so you could sit in his lap, resting your face in the crook of his neck as he caressed your back. "Promise me you won't be reckless. We'll deal with Chan some other way try to avoid violence. I might not even block his access- for you. Promise me you'll look after yourself too."

"Don't worry," he kissed the top of your head, "One thing I did learn after our conversation back then was that when you love someone, you worry about them but you worry about yourself too- for them."

You smiled, "I guess father did make quite a good decision when he decided you'd make a good bodyguard for me. Where would we have been if he hadn't done that?"

"I may have volunteered..."

"Hey!" You threw your head back and laughed, "And you acted like you were as surprised as me!"

"I had to!" He laughed, "This wasn't my intention, but I can't complain about the outcome."

You shook your head in amusement, kissing him once, "Well, what can I say? You make one hell of a bodyguard."

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zeilixir · 1 year

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Baby Came Home

Rockstar!Hongjoong x fem!reader (smut)

⁂ pairing : rockstar!hongjoong x fem! reader

⁂ warnings : strong language, explicit sex

⁂ one shot | words count : 5.7k

Of course, if you think it's shit, don't interact - I'll just go cry in a corner. All in all, thanks for reading ♥

“Joong— I’m— I’m close—”

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“We need to stop doing this”

“Could you not?” You frowned the minute he pinched a cig between his pink lips, raising both his eyebrows at your sudden mood swing.

“He knows something’s going on—” You added, suddenly more nervous as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down your lap “I think he’s seen some of your texts…”

“Poor baby, do you want me to send him some care package or somethin’?”

Now he was getting a little too cocky for your liking. As much as you adored this man, you just couldn’t let him get away with that attitude.

“That’s all it was always supposed to be, Joong. Sex.”

“Bullshit” He snapped back, his eyes locking with yours this time.

“You know I’m right”

“You think that’s what this is all about? Just sex? Read the fucking room, Y/N!”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him– Tell me you want this to stop”

His voice was softer now, composed, yet raspier than ever as all of his anger and frustration seemed to be caught in his throat, his eyes begging for the answer he was desperately waiting for.

“I love him”

“You still comin’ to the show on friday, right?” Hongjoong eventually asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Yeah—yeah we’ll be there”

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Your free hand grasping the edge of the tub, body trembling from the rush of an umpteenth orgasm, you were left panting, dizzy, but above anything: missing Hongjoong’s touch more than ever.

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from: joong ♥ still on for tonight? got a new song, can’t wait for you to hear it.

You were quick to reply, your urge to sound busy definitely gone at the mere thought of a well-needed catch up. from: youcan’t wait to hear it ! any dress code? x

from: joong ♥ well you know how I like your bare cunt but dickface would cry about it.

from: youthat’s not very nice.

from: joong ♥ you don’t want me to be nice, doll.

from: you see you tonight, joong.

from: joong ♥ see u, doll

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It wasn’t until he came back after a quick break in the middle of the show that your evening took a dramatic spin as Hongjoong grabbed the mic to face the crowd, making an announcement.

“I’m gonna play the next song for the first time ever for you guys— I wrote it just a couple days ago so it might sound a little rough…. Then again, you know I like it rough, right?”

“The song’s called Baby Came Home and it’s about a girl who rides my dick like no one”

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

She told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Thinking about her

She's gone all the time

I think if you found her

That even you would know she's mine

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

Told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

She's mine, she's mine

That girl is mine, she's MINE.

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“Didn’t like my little homage, doll?” He smirked, obviously proud of his move as he waved his hand into the air, motioning for his bandmates to leave the room and give you privacy.

“Oh they can stay– you made a complete fool of me in front of an audience, I can slap the shit out of you in front of your band, can’t I?”

“Why’s that? Don’t want them to see you getting punched in the face?”

“No bra, uh?” He smiled, a little too proudly for your liking, “see, you’re not just a brat after all– sometimes you do listen to me”.

Only this time he didn’t ask for you to wait for him.

Both of you had already waited long enough to be there.

At last, you were home.

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zeilixir · 1 year

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backstage rockin’

pairing: jung wooyoung x f!reader

contains: smut, profanities, bandmate!wooyoung,

summary: after a late night of practice with the band, and with you lounging in the background. when his friends finally left, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer.

wc: 2.5k

note: wrote this in one sitting, which is very weird for me 😃

smut warnings: wooyoung is a litte teez, oral (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, petnames; angel & princees, an itty bitty amount of overstimulation, pussy spanking (like two times), slight nipple/breast play, dom!wooyoung

The bass of the steady beat was pulsing through your whole body.

You were currently sat on the worn couch of the band room, legs spread over the edge and back relaxing into the cushions. You were occupied on your phone as your boyfriend, Jung Wooyoung, and his friends practiced on new tunes and beats. The room was fogged up by the cigarette smoke the men kept breathing out. Everyone of them having a cig between their lips.

“I would really appreciate it if y’all smoked outside,” you spoke in a bored tone, eyes still fixed on the screen of your phone. “Or open a goddamn window.” The deep rumble of a chuckle made you look up, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes, brows furrowed and an amused smirk playing on his lips. A cig between them. “What?”

“You’re cute when you’re bossy.” The compliment made you grumble as you shrunk further into the couch, eyes back on the screen of your phone.

After a while, everyone started to pack their things and made their home after one another. Now the only people that were left in the small, cramped room were you and your boyfriend. Wooyoung was still playing on his bass, testing out tunes and beats. The pretty turquoise color of the guitar suit his hair that fell in front of his forehead as he looked down, lips moving as he was counting the beats. And after trying out various tunes, from aggressive to soft, he put his bass down and stuck his hand into his pocket, fishing his Marlboro Red pack out of his jeans.

He stood up from his chair and made his way to the couch, on which you were sprawled out on. Limbs lazily hanging off the edge, and eyes closed as your cheek was resting on the armrest. As soon as you felt the cushion under you dip from the added weight, you opened your eyes. You heard the clicking of Wooyoung’s lighter and a sigh accompanied by it. Sitting up, you laid back down on your boyfriend’s lap. “Tired?” Wooyoung’s question made you hum in agreement. You were sleepily drawing small circles on his thigh, eyes threatening to close any second.

Your boyfriend’s hand was softly caressing your shoulder, tracing up and down your arm. After a while of comfortable silence, you decided to sit up and throw one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him. Wooyoung silently wrapped his arms around your waist and let you rest your head on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck, nose brushing against his hot skin. He felt your steady breath on his neck, pulling goosebumps out of his skin. Wooyoung’s palms landed on your thighs, caressing, and softly kneading the plump flesh. His slow and sensual movements made you adjust your position on his lap, a whine of his name leaving your lips, “Wooyoung.” Said man let his hands wander under your sweater, more like his sweater, and traced your spine with featherlight fingers. This made you squirm, resulting in you rubbing over his crotch. Another soft whine fell from your mouth, pulling a hum out of your boyfriend. The sound vibrating through his chest.

One of his warm hands moved away from your back, making you whine at the lack of touch. You felt him turn his face away from your head as he sighed the smoke out of his lungs. Two fingers holding onto the base of the cigarette. His hand that was in your sweater fell to your hip, firmly squeezing the flesh, making you gasp in surprise and bucking your hips into his. You felt him already half hard, poking into your inner thigh. “Fuck, princess,” Wooyoung slurred, head falling back onto the backrest of the couch. The hand that was holding the cigarette made its way back to his mouth. You lifted your head from his shoulder, drowsy eyes meeting his lust-filled ones. As soon as the cigarette left his lips, you pushed yours against his, expertly moving them against each other. You breathed in the smoke that left Wooyoung’s lungs, the action making you feel dizzy of the intimateness of it.

All of a sudden, Wooyoung had you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist and locking him between them. He was kissing your lips with such fervor that you knew they would be red and bruised by the end of this all. You didn’t part until you were in desperate need of air, gasping into each other’s mouths. It didn’t stop there, though. Wooyoung pulled another puff of his cigarette before letting it drop into the half empty cup of iced tea on the small coffee table. And back he was all over you, hands trailing up and down your torso, pushing your sweater up to your chin so he could have more access to your body. As soon as your pretty, soft-pink bra met Wooyoung’s gaze, he cupped your left breast kneading it in a steady rhythm, mouth falling to the unoccupied one. Your back arched into his face as you felt his teeth trace the outline of your bra. “So pretty,” he mumbled, laying a vulgar kiss over your clothed nipple.

“Woo, please—” you gasped, hands finding purchase on Wooyoung’s turquoise locks.

“What do you want, angel? Tell me and it’s yours.” The man’s soft voice made shivers run down your spine and into your cunt. When you gave him a whine in response, he softly chuckled, “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“I want you,” you gasped breathlessly. “Want your mouth on me.” Your response made the man above you smirk.

“Anything for my pretty angel.” And with that he slowly made his way down south. Wooyoung kissed and sucked his way down, leaving a few hickeys here and there, only for his eyes to see and enjoy. He sat up and admired his work, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin and hickeys scattered here and there. A proud hum left his chest as his hand traced the outlines of the love marks. You impatiently moaned, hips moving to try to find some type of friction but failing to do so. You gasped as you felt a stinging pain on your cunt, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. “Stop being so impatient,” Wooyoung tsked, the hand that landed on your clothed cunt now rubbing soothing patterns on the sore spot.

“Woo,” you whined into the back of your hand as you looked at him with pleading eyes, all sense of sleep had left your system. “Hurry- ah!” Wooyoung cut you off before you could voice out your thoughts, the same stinging pain running through your body, fogging up your senses.

“Told you to be patient.” His demanding voice made you shiver under his harsh glare. Tears were already running down your temples as Wooyoung was taking his sweet time with you.

He started with slow and soft circles on top of your clothed clit, teasing it. You knew, you knew that he wanted to get you to your limit, to see you cry for him, to have you clinging to him even after the big high. With every passing second, the pressure increased, making you softly buck your hips and moan into the empty air. Your eyes were fixed on the man’s hands as his fingers slowly inched their way up to the waistband of your sweatpants. Heart skipping beats as he ever so gently pulled the drawstring of your pants undone. He was slow, too slow. But you were shy to voice your complaints, scared that he will completely stop. So, you let him be.

“See? Being patient sn’t that hard now, is it?” his mocking tone had you reeling, hands shaking around the bunched ends of your sweater that was pushed under your chin. Wooyoung gently pulled off your pants and threw them somewhere through the room. Now you were laying bare under him, only in your bra and panties. Your panties had the same shade of pink as your bra, Wooyoung’s favorite set of yours. “Ah, matching,” he slurred, smirking as he traced the outline of your pussy lips with the tip of his finger. He chuckled, pressing into the dark spot of arousal that stained your panties, pulling a desperate whine from you. The man lowered his face, breath fanning over your wet cunt, “My favorite.” With that, he ran the flat of his tongue over your clothed folds.

You gasped loudly, back hurting from the way it arched at the needed contact. One of your hands found its way into your lover’s hair, nails digging into his scalp. This encouraged him to press his face even harder into you, tongue swirling around your swollen nub. You felt him pull your panties to the side, and then the way his lips closed around your clit, a broken sob left your lips as he gently sucked it.

The obnoxious sounds of Wooyoung eating you out like a starved man had you dizzy and grasping for anything to keep you grounded. Your hands were squeezing the cushions under you so hard that your knuckles turned white. One of Wooyoung’s hands made its way to your cunt, his middle finger teasing your sopping hole as he was sucking your clit. This made your thighs shake in anticipation and when he started to push his finger into your warm walls, you sucked him in. Wooyoung pulled away, eyes locked on the way your walls had sucked him in so greedily. A deep groan rumbled from deep within his chest. He leaned over you, face just mere inches away from yours.

You could see your glistening arousal coating his lips and chin, a deep blush making it way onto your face and neck. You tried to slot your lips against his, but he was too far away, he noticed your intentions, though, and leaned down to meet your lips. He swallowed your moans, which got higher in pitch, when he added another finger, caressing your walls with come hither motions, massaging that spongey spot that fogged up your brain. You had to part from the kiss to gasp in the air you needed. “Wooyoungie—” you moaned his name, getting his full attention. “I’m gonna cum! ‘m gonna cum,” at this point you were a sobbing mess. Hands trying to grab anything as your thighs shook around Wooyoung’s forearm.

“Yeah?” Wooyoung was left breathless by the sight underneath him. Chest rising in rapid movements in tune with your breathing, sweat glistening under the dim light, breasts spilling over the edges of your bra. “Gonna cum for me?” all Wooyoung got in response was a high-pitched moan. He quickened his movements, fingertips continuously running over the spot that has you reeling for more. The shaking of your thighs intensified, and your breath left your lungs in dry sobs. “Come on, cum for me, angel.” This was the encouragement you needed to fall over the end, the tight knot coming undone. Your breathing was labored as Wooyoung helped you ride out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you clawed at his hand, hands shaking from the overstimulation.

After you came down from your high, you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a dazed smile on your swollen and bruised lips. The loud squelch of your arousal when Wooyoung pulled his fingers out of you made you wince in embarrassment. “Open up,” and you did as told. Jaw going slack as you obeyed the demand of your lover, taking in his digits and sucking them clean. Not even for a second did you break the eye contact as your tongue swirled around the man’s fingers. “Fuck, angel, you make me want to ruin you,” he sighed, eyes filled with lust.

“Do it.”

Your words had him pulling down his jeans so fast, you couldn’t even process it. You gasped when he started teasing your entrance with his tip, his pre-cum mixing with your own cum. “You make me go insane,” he mumbled as he slowly entered your sopping cunt. The glide comfortable due to the leaking arousal and the way he prepared you not even five minutes ago. “Fuck, you are so warm,” he gasped breathlessly, head falling back. Finally, he bottomed out, hips gently rutting against yours. “Mmh— fuck,” Wooyoung is vocal, and talkative when he’s fucking you, and you enjoy every bit of it.

When he felt you bucking your hips, he started to gently pull out and push back inside. The way he was stroking your walls made you roll your eyes back into your skull. “Woo, faster, please.” Your plea made him smirk down at you as he repositioned himself, now towering above you.

“Never forgets her manners, sweet girl.” With that, he started to thrust faster, hips slapping against yours, bruising them by the sheer power he thrusts into you. Deep groans and grunts left his chest as he was enjoying the way your warm walls were hugging him and sucking him even deeper.

The longer he was fucking into you, the more his stomach tightened, abs concealed by the white band tee he had on. “I’m gonna cum,” you whined, one of your hands finding its place on your clit, rubbing it in circles. Wooyoung, though, slapped it away and started rubbing your swollen nub himself. He felt the way your walls were pulsing around him.

His moans rose in pitch until they were quiet whines of how he was going to cum. His thrusts got out of rhythm as you let out a drawn-out moan his name. “I’m cumming, Wooyoungie—”

The speed of his fingers sped up to pull the approaching orgasm out of you. And when you finally came undone, your walls squeeze and pulse around your lover. This was Wooyoung’s cue to let go and welcome his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut and face pressed into your warm neck. Ropes of cum painted your walls as he was still rutting into you, riding out his orgasm. His staggered breathing found a rhythm when he finally came down from his high, as he picked up his head from your shoulder and looked down at your heaving form.

“(Y/N),” he whispered softly, fingers tucking the strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ears. You slowly opened your eyes, just to be met with the most beautiful sight known to mankind. “There you are. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” The only response he got was a whine of protest and your arms pulling him down by the neck.

“Stay like this a bit more, okay?” Now, how could he say no? Wooyoung let himself rest on top of you, still tucked deep within your warm walls. He felt his heart swell with the way your fingers were gently running through his locks. “I’m tired.”

“(Y/N),” Wooyoung’s warning tone made you chuckle, the sound reverberating through your whole chest. “Don’t sleep on me now.”

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—little things. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: husband!wooyoung / slice of life!au + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 4,682

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: if there’s one thing you know for certain about wooyoung, it’s how competitive he can be—and trying to give you a baby is just another task you’re confident he’ll try his best to see through

⟶ warnings: essentially pwp, sweet love making, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, marking/biting, impreg kink, breeding kink, bulging kink, riding, missionary, unprotected sex, (multiple) creampie, cockwarming

⟶ note: are we surprised?? the amount of times i cry about wooyo being husband material has led us to here so pls enjoy another shameless piece💛

also tagging @rockwithwoo for once again encouraging me and my simping shenanigans!!

“What if we had a baby?”

Wooyoung asks this a little too casually, especially considering he’s already cradling a six month old child in his arms ━ not yours, fortunately, but the newborn baby boy of one of Wooyoung’s stylists who had been paraded around the party amongst your group of friends before ultimately being whisked away by your dear husband.

You’ve never seen him so elated, all sparkling eyes and wide smile, positively radiant as he coos over the baby and tries everything in his power to make the baby giggle (which has worked almost every single time). Wooyoung has only just remembered your existence and has finally found a moment with you, sauntering over to you with the baby nestled securely in one arm, to greet you with a giant grin. He’s not alone, at least, with Seonghwa and Yeosang following suit which, really, makes Wooyoung’s sudden proclamation to have a child with you even more abrupt.

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2:34AM | a brief inquiry into: marking

࿐ : has various meanings but the one we’re talking about refers to temporary marks left on someone’s body (hickeys, scratches etc) after intimate moments between partners.

Jongho cocked an eyebrow when you moved his hand from your thigh, lower, to your knee. “why?!”, he cooed with one hand on the wheel and the other up on your thigh again, pinching the soft flesh teasingly.

“it’ll leave a mark if you keep doing that”

“don’t you want that?”. His voice matches his actions, flirt and overtone filling both of them. He doesn’t dare to take his eyes off the road but you know he’s dying to see your reaction to his words.

“don’t you want marks made by me, all over you?”, the pout on his lips reminds you of the one he has when he’s sleeping, but this one isn’t so innocent.

“I do”, you rest your hand on top of his that’s on your thigh and with your index finger you start drawing circles on the hairy knuckles. The brief flashback of all the marks he’s ever left on your body making soft silk wet your folds.

“so, why are you complaining?”

“I prefer them on other places”, you tilted your head to look at him but no familiar expression was drawn on his features.

“is that so?”

“mhm”

You weren’t paying any attention to the road, only when Jongho spoke again did you notice how the car had slowed down and was almost parked on a rest stop “get in the backseat”.

Locked doors and turned off engine don’t indicate anything, but the heavy pants and moans that come from inside the vehicle, do.

Your legs are straddling his waist and your hands hold on his nape while his, have travelled under your skirt to grip your ass harshly. Heavy droplets of water clung on the metallic roof accompanying the sound of lips sucking on skin perfectly, and if it wasn’t for the time being 2:30 in the morning, anyone passing by would be able to hear the shenanigans taking place in the black Range Rover.

Seems like the pink and red spots he’s sucking on your neck will be your favourite souvenir until they fade away and new ones take their place. The ones he’s sucked on your breasts have already taken the hues of dark purple and blue and even if they’re temporary, the feeling of him is permanent on your skin.

“Jongho-”

You didn’t control the whine that escaped your lips and with a sudden pull on your hair, he drove your head back, to leave the whole canvas on his will.

“you want it harsher, don’t you?”

“yess”

Your eyes fluttered close at the way his lips worked on your neck. He licked teasingly before sucking on a new spot and your jaw went slack. Moans fill the small place as your hand reaches for the foggy window on your right. You can’t hold onto it but the imprint you left on it, is enough to drive you wetter.

Marks make you his and you love to be his as much as he loves being yours. You always hated the word ‘belong’ because it objectifies living things, sometimes, but when he uses it, it’s different. He doesn’t own or claim you, he shows everyone that he’s your biggest fan through his marks on your body.

You can feel how heavily he’s breathing on the sensitive flesh and, travelling your hand up to his hair, you press him against you. Jongho knows exactly how to drive you insane and you don’t know if you should be glad or afraid, because the moment you started grinding on him, he bit down on your sweet spot roughly.

“ffuck”

He chuckled and you hissed at the rapid sting you felt once his lips were off you. The newly made marks sting, but the thought of him being the reason behind them makes the pain sweet. He got close to the abused skin again to kiss it better, with soft pecks that made your eyelids fall heavy. You hummed and after a few licks, Jongho parted to admire it. The smirk on his lips was enough to tell you he’s proud of his work “hmm art”.

He rested his face on the crook of your neck until his breath was calm again. It didn’t take him much to decide his next move and, as you raised your body to sit next to him, he tightened his grip on your ass, forcing you down on his bulge. The slightest pressure made him groan and the thought of hearing his voice get needier and needier tonight, leaded your actions. “let’s go home, shall we?”, you asked adding more of your weight on his needy state.

“only if you let me mark your thighs too”, he said and pecked your lips.

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[6:18]

pairing: jongho x f!reader genre: fluff, suggestive

It was a regular occurrence by now, you and Jongho rolling around in bed every morning before you eventually got on top of him and locked your lips with his. His kisses were lazy and sleepy as he was still waking up from his long slumber. When you decided you had enough, you started to rub your hand over his clothed cock, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down his jaw, to his neck, and then over his bare chest.

“Hey,” he warned, his voice still groggy from waking up, “Get back up here.”

You chucked into his skin. “Why?”

“I want you up here. Come back” he whined.

You giggled before springing back up to resume the make out session. Jongho wrapped his arms around you tighter to make sure you don’t move away again.

“Always wanna skip to the good part” he teased between kisses, “So needy and desperate for me.”

You pulled away and glared down at him. “Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I am not needy, or desperate!” you scoffed.

“You’re so needy you can’t even kiss me properly first.” He clearly liked teasing you like this, so much so that he shamelessly chuckled at how riled up you were getting.

Half jokingly, you pulled yourself out of Jongho’s arms, making your way to the edge of the bed. “Well now I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Jongho’s reaction was priceless. The smile that he usually has on when he’s successfully getting under your skin now vanished and was replaced with a pout. “Nooo,” he whined, reaching out for your arm to try and pull you back into him. “Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Please come back.” He quivered his lips at you, the same way that a little kid does when you tell them ‘No’.

You giggled again, officially dropping the “I’m mad at you” act. You sat back on top of Jongho, and he immediately reconnected his lips with yours, pulling himself up by his elbows so that he could deepen the kiss.

You smiled into his lips. “Now look who’s needy.”

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zemblanity (c.jh)

synopsis : Jongho could be compared to a black cat with the amount of bad luck he brings to your life. Ironic that he becomes your guard dog.

pairing : Choi Jongho x reader.

themes : mafia au, angst, some fluff & smut.

word count : 23.5K

author's note: the dogs have a bigger part in this than San. Idk why I put so much emphasis on them. Also this is my first work so I hope you like it!!

Going on vacation alone was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Although you could do without the pitiful glances the staff would give you whenever they realized you had rented a huge suite alone and ate every meal at a solo table. What did they know anyway? As far as you were concerned, people didn't give it enough credit

You got the bed to yourself. You could be as antisocial and distant as you wanted to. And most importantly, your agenda for each day was completely your decision. No sunbathing at the poolside for your friends that liked to wear bikinis and looked good in them. No sightseeing for those who enjoyed looking at cracked old buildings and stupid nature.

No, for you it was each night at the club, dancing your heart out and drinking your body weight. Then getting some greasy pizza and falling asleep in your hotel room before waking up the next day and repeating it.

You didn’t know how many times the hotel staff had to escort you to your room because you fell asleep in the lobby. Although you could hardly consider that your problem, though you were grateful to them for helping you and made it apparent through your tips.

Such was the case as tonight. You were dancing, raising the drink in your hand to the air while cheering as did the other club-goers. Drinks sloshed together and dripped out the sides of the glass and even on your head as you drunkenly swivelled your way around the club and closer to the bar.

You had been dancing for the better part of the night, which was all night, and your aching feet needed a rest.

“French fries and a Blinker please.” You said and grabbed a bar stool. In your haze, you didn’t quite realize that you had grabbed the stool just as someone was about to sit down and the next thing you heard was someone falling to the floor.

Your eyes widened, scrambling towards the woman, who by the looks of it was just as drunk as you were before grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet, “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

You were hoping she wasn’t one of those drunks that let her inner Karen out. Or worse, she was a Karen who just got even more Karen-er when intoxicated. The last thing you needed was a lawsuit for something as harmless as a bruised ass. If she were any fun, she would consider a bruised ass as a sign of a good night.

So, you were quite relieved when she laughed it off, waving her hands like she was shooing the problem out of the air. She grabbed another stool and sat beside you, waving down the bartender.

“Chicken tenders and two beers for me and my friend here.”

You raised a brow, chuckling, “Friend? We just met and I knocked you on your ass.”

“More like swept me off my feet! Besides, I’m trying to rack up the bill to piss off my husband.”

“Oh, I hear that, sister.” You muttered, stuffing a few fries in your mind unceremoniously. She grabbed a couple out of your plate and did the same, but you didn’t mind. It didn’t take long for the both of you to become best friends; in a half hour, you were doing love-shots of tequila and feeding each other jalapeno poppers.

That was the best thing about being drunk anyway; the one-night stands that applied to friendship just as much as it did sex. You’d remember her as a girl who you’d kill for in that slim window of time and then never thought of again.

Bongsoon, who had to introduce herself thrice since the first two times you pretended you heard her when you didn’t, was obviously rich and you could tell from her expensive handbag which matched her designer shoes. As if that wasn’t the image of wealth, she also had a bodyguard that lingered by her side. At first, you thought he was a creepy stalker, but she quickly waved your worries away, saying that he was a man who worked for her husband.

She was new to clubbing, you could tell from the way she refused to come and join you on the dance floor even though she was swaying and singing the song underneath her breath. You doubted that she would’ve come here had she not wanted to get back at her husband who apparently brought work on their vacation.

You didn’t blame her; you would've done the same thing.

Ever since you hit the legal age to drink (which was only a couple of months ago), you could be found in one of two places after dark. You visited clubs so often they became a second home to you, second only to your actual home where you would be hidden underneath a pile of your three dogs.

Even though your new friend was much older, you were hardly surprised when she told you it was her first time in a club, usually headed for the classier bars where she could wear heels and an elegant dress without worrying about it. You could only hope you’d have enough money to go to high-end places like her when you were older.

Halfway through, Bongsoon left to go to the washroom, and you chuckled at the way she left her drink in the open, making a mental note to tell her not to do that anymore if she planned on continuing to go clubbing. Or living.

So, you just took her drink and placed it next to yours for safety and waited until she came back.

“Hey, you shouldn’t leave your drink out in the open like that. Don’t know what creep might try and drug you.” You said, pointing at her pint of beer that was right beside yours and waiting for her to innocently nod like she had been doing the entire night. The way her face fell as though you had just betrayed her by protecting her drink caught you off guard.

She reached out to grab the glass and hesitantly raised it to her lips, sparing you a glance and if it was possible, her face scrunched up more painfully when she realized you were staring intently. In your head, you were just trying to figure out what had caused the sudden change in mood but to her, it felt like you were waiting for something. She had seen that look all too well.

Suddenly, something froze over in her eyes, and she slammed the glass back on the counter, glaring harshly at you.

“Drink it.”

“What?” You blurted, confused.

“Drink it.” She repeated, just as coldly as she had done before, and your eyes went wide finally understanding what she was trying to imply here.

“You don’t think I put something in your drink, do you?” You sputtered, put on the spot by the way she was glaring at you, a stark difference from what she had been for the majority of the night.

“If you’re so confident then why don’t you take a sip.” Her personality had taken a whole 180-degree turn and you could only wonder what had suddenly brought the distrust. You hadn’t even done anything to her aside from keeping her great company.

Glaring back, you stood to your feet, grabbing the pint by the handle and chugging the beer. As the level of the beer decreased in the glass, you could see the expression on her face melt from one of confidence to uncertainty as she watched you gulp down all of it before wiping the foam away from your mouth.

Usually, you wouldn’t have been able to drink that much without taking a break, but you guessed the anger at her accusations fuelled you long enough to finish the drink before telling the bartender to charge it to your room and turning on your heel.

The dizziness from drinking all that alcohol hit you just as you entered the lobby and you stumbled to one of the sofas, almost immediately collapsing into the soft velvet of the cushions and passing out.

The hotel staffed sighed before playing their nightly game of rock paper scissors to see who had to carry you up to your room.

***

Luckily, you hadn’t been stupid enough to drink on an empty stomach and due to the time difference, you ended up waking up in the middle of the night. Your incredibly hung-over self at least had the decency and respect for her body to drink a bottle of water and take some aspirin before promptly falling back asleep.

When you woke up the next day, you felt better than expected since you had drunk until you quite literally blacked out. It was only a two more days before you had to leave and you decided to actually leave the hotel room this time to get some food, so you could at least have some memory of this vacation.

The sun was bright and warm against your skin and the breeze by the pool was so inviting that you almost wanted to skip lunch and curl up in one of the lounge chairs. If you were disciplined in any way, you would’ve resisted the temptation by not walking by the pool. But it was your vacation, and you frankly didn’t care about food that much.

Besides, there was always pool side service.

Considering the pool was usually packed with so many people that it looked more like a public bath, a bell should’ve rung in your head when you found it nearly empty. Only a few people were by the pool, but you didn’t pay them any attention, barely glancing at them through the sunglasses and laying down on one of the beach chairs.

It was kind of ridiculous that you were already groggy and tired when all you had done today was get out of bed and take a shower, but it was vacation, you were catching up on the hours that you missed due to your demanding university.

“The pool is closed. Get out.” Came a gruff voice and you lifted your sunglasses to find legs by your chair. You looked up to see a man with red hair glaring down at you with the anger of a demon.

You wondered how you missed the reservation sign on the gate but nevertheless muttered a half-assed apology and got out of the chair. Now that you knew just how inviting the pool was, you made a note to come here a little later.

“(Y/N)?”

Surprised once again, you glanced at the pool side to find Bongsoon laying there in a pretty swimsuit with a book in her hand.

“Hi.”

“Hi!” She scrambled out of the chair, pulling on a cover up and making her way over to you before grabbing both your hands eagerly, “I’m so sorry about last night. It happens to me more often than you’d realize. I was just being cautious, but you were just doing a nice thing for me, I’m sorry I accused you of something like that.”

Her gaze was so earnest, it was kind of uncomfortable and you spared a glance at the man standing beside you. He had a mean look on his face and you were turned off to say the least, what on earth had you done wrong?

Gently pulling her hands out of her grip, you smiled politely, “No hard feelings.”

Of course, that wasn’t true, but you wouldn’t see each other again anyway so what was the harm in lying so you could leave sooner. Just as you wrenched your hands out of her perfectly manicured grip, she grabbed them again, “Let me make it up to you; let me buy you some lunch.”

Her gaze was even more pleading and the man beside you was burning holes against the side of your head. Your eyes were darting around trying to find the quickest way out of here possible and your palms began sweating before you realized. So much for a relaxing morning.

“I already ate.” That was a blatant faced lie and had the sound of the water been any quieter she probably would’ve heard your stomach rumbling.

“Dinner then, please?” This lady clearly didn’t understand when she was being kindly rejected. Or she did realize it and very pointedly decided to ignore it.

“I thought you wanted to spend time with your husband?”

“Oh, he can wait one night. Come on, please?”

You sighed, finally meeting her eyes, “Alright.”

***

Dinner was actually more enjoyable than you realized it would be. Totally wasn’t worth the amount of dread you felt as you walked to the restaurant. After your first drink, everything was forgotten as you and Bongsoon fell into your previous groove, laughing like old friends.

Unlike last time, her bodyguard was nowhere in sight, and she was a little more comfortable with you, sharing things about her life instead of screaming things over the loud music like you had when you first met her.

Bongsoon had good taste in food and wine, it was one of the most satisfying meals you had ever had in your entire life. So much for quantity over quality, she might just convince you that the tiny steak you had was better than a bucketful of chicken.

“What about your parents, (Y/N)?” She asked after telling you that she was something of a chaebol, grabbing the glass of wine and bringing it to her lips.

“They live abroad, I moved out when college started. We don’t really talk much.”

The dinner was going better than expected, you almost considered giving her your phone number so you could stay in contact.

Although you’d soon take back that thought.

Just as you left the place and were walking back to the parking lot, you thought you heard the cock of a gun and the next thing you knew, Bongsoon was tackling you to the ground after yelling “Get down!”

A shower of bullets followed it, hitting the car you both had ducked behind.

“W-What’s going on?! Are they shooting at us?!” You screamed, blanching as she pulled a glock out of her purse like she had been expecting this to happen. Her hands were shaking though, as she peeked out from behind the car and fired timid shots, each missing.

“Why are they shooting at us?! What the hell is going on?!” You shouted, grabbing her shoulder but she shrugged your grip off, shooting again and you just knew that she missed from the way her hand moved due to the recoil.

“Give me that!” You snarled, snatching the gun from her hands and peered over your cover before shooting at one of the armed men. He fell to the ground and your confidence went up, firing two more shots before the gun ran out and you went back to cowering beside her.

“What now?” You asked, voice small and she stayed silent for a moment until the sound of an engine sounded off and she sighed in relief.

A large car suddenly stopped in front of you, shielding the two of you from your attackers as more men clamoured out of the car and began shooting at them. Bongsoon quickly jumped into the car and left the door open, beckoning you to get in with her.

“Oh no, you must have lost your mind if you think I’m going anywhere with you!” You said, taking a step back and ended up colliding with something that grabbed your arms tightly before pressing a cloth to your face.

“Actually, we’ll be taking you.”

***

Being drugged was no picnic.

When you woke up, you were immediately in alarm, vaguely remembering what had happened and realizing that you were tied up to a chair in a dingy looking room, with a flickering light. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie.

But whatever they had drugged you with was strong, and you not having anything put in your body other than local aesthesia and maybe the occasional painkiller, it felt like you had been hit by a truck. You could barely even register the feeling of the ropes burning your skin.

The door opened and in came Bongsoon with 7 other men that glared at you as if you were scum.

You said something but all that came out of you was a groggy groan and one of them chuckled, “This can’t be the first time you’ve gotten special treatment like this. Snap out of it!”

And then came the blow across your face that had your nose bleeding and tears skating across your face.

“What happened?” Came your response when the spots in your vision cleared and you were fighting unconsciousness due to the drug in your system.

“We’ll ask the questions; who sent you?” Your nose was bleeding heavily, and you could taste the blood in the back of your throat. Now the tears falling on your cheeks were more because you were scared and not because your nose hurt.

“What?”

“Was it Stray Kids?”

“Who?”

“Going to play dumb, huh? Well, we’ll have you singing like a canary, or I’ll cut your throat out.” He said, brandishing a knife and your eyes went wide. You summoned whatever strength was in your body to try and wiggle away from him which was in vain.

“Oh, my goodness, oh my god! Look, I think there’s been a mistake, I’m not some agent or something! I wasn’t sent by anyone! I’m just a university student!” You screamed, still trying to use your strength to get away from the blonde stalking towards you. Which when you think about it, was kind of stupid considering you wouldn’t get far even if you managed to free yourself.

“And we’re supposed to believe that just a university student can shoot a gun like that.” Came a remark from a man with orange hair that stood next to Bongsoon. Soft sobs were already making their way out of your mouth but when you tried to take a breath to regain your senses, the man came closer, making you panic.

“My mother! And my father! They’re Olympic shooters! I learnt from them! Please don’t cut my fingers off!”

“If your parents are athletes then your name should have come up on the search.” Bongsoon’s cold voice cut through the air and when you looked at her, you were astonished to see how steely she looked at you. Why was she mad at you when all you had done was protect her?

“My last name isn’t the same as theirs, I have my mother’s maiden name. Please don’t cut my fingers off.”

“And how does a college student with no job pay for a vacation like that?”

“My parents send me a lot of money. The apartment I live in is theirs, they send me money for groceries and bills and things like that. I saved up whatever was left at the month end to pay for the vacation.” You rambled.

You knew that your story was far from convincing, but you really didn’t have the coherency to make them understand at the moment. Blood was dripping onto your pants and your head was spinning. You shook your head with the last amount of strength you had, crying quietly as your head began lulling, your neck unable to support its weight.

They didn’t look convinced, “Any proof?”

You tried to rack your brain for something, anything. The original papers for the house were still with your parents, your house lacked anything related to the both of them.

“My phone.” You groaned out and to no one’s surprise, one of them pulled it out of their pockets, unlocking it even though you were sure it had a password on it.

“My parents send money to my account monthly. I have pictures with them too, you can compare with images from the internet.”

It was true; they noticed messages from the bank saying that money had been deposited into your account. It half proved who you were, and they would have to do some digging but they’d be able to prove the other half of your story without a shadow of a doubt.

“So, you really didn’t lie?”

You shook your head groggily, not sure how long you’d keep consciousness anymore.

“Yeosang, untie her.” You whimpered when the man who was threatening you gently snipped away the ropes confining your skin and pulled you to your feet.

The rest of the men filed into the room, the one with red hair grabbing your other arm just as you took a step. Your leg buckled and you fell into him just as your eyes shut and everything faded to black.

***

You weren’t sure what to do.

As soon as you woke up, you were slightly relieved to find that you were in a comfy bed rather than the chair you had woken up in the first time. The drug had completely made its way out of your system this time.

The rope burns on your wrists, the bleeding nose and bruise on your face had all been treated and you would’ve thought it was all a dream had they not left behind their nasty marks.

Bongsoon had come up to the room not too long after you had woken up with a plate of food. Once again, she apologised for doubting you again and putting you in this situation.

Even though you probably shouldn’t have; you lost your temper and completely blew up on her, telling her to get out and never show her face to you again. As soon as she left the room you began feeling regret; she could have you killed for just showing her the whites of your eyes. But you were still angry.

Since you met her, you had been accused of trying to drug her drink, been shot at, drugged, kidnapped and even beaten. She shouldn’t have expected that a plate of food would have been able to make up for it.

Though losing your temper with the one person who had your life in their hands was reckless.

When she returned with the men you had seen through hazy eyes before, you squeaked and pulled the covers high to protect yourself.

“The blanket is hardly going to be effective. If anything, it might hinder you in your escape.” Said the tallest one and you threw the duvet off you immediately, shivering at the cold air against your will. He chuckled at you, and maybe it was meant to be reassuring but you felt your skin crawl at the sound. It was like he was mocking you.

“First of all,” Said the man with orange hair who you came to find was Bongsoon’s husband, “I wanted to thank you for saving my wife and looking out for her. And I want to apologize for this mess. Even though we have our reasons, I’m sure it must be scary to a civilian like yourself.”

That didn’t sound too bad, at least they knew that that they had done something wrong and they did owe something to you. These men showed you their gratitude by bowing their heads and it gave you some glimmer of hope that maybe you’d be able to get out of this whole thing alive and be able to put this behind you.

And then came the bad news.

Apparently, mafia gangs such as themselves had rules. What honour could exist amongst people that broke the law? You didn’t know but you had broken one of them. The shots you had fired that night to protect yourself and Bongsoon had killed one of the opposing gang’s higher ups. Since you weren’t an official member of their mafia, it meant that a civilian interfered in mafia business. Which Hongjoong, who was Bongsoon’s husband, informed you was bad news.

Interference meant that the other gang would probably be trying to kill you to get even. And Ateez wouldn’t be able to negotiate for your life without breaking rules themselves. Because this meant they were vouching for someone outside their mafia, which implied that they were the ones who hired you.

It was a lot of information to receive, and you quite frankly were floundering at the fact that everything seemed so official.

Since when was the mafia so by the book?

“So, what your saying is because I saved your life, I’m going to be killed?” Bongsoon hid slightly behind her husband to escape your stare. You weren’t stupid enough to glare at her in front of men who carried guns in their pockets like gum but that didn’t stop you from feeling annoyed at her.

“Since we’re now indebted to you, we’ll do whatever possible to keep that from happening. You’ll stay here for the time being.”

“What about my things?”

“They’ll be brought over here.”

“What about my dogs?”

“Dogs? Plural?” You ignored how pleased most of them seemed at the sound of that. For a split second they looked like children on Christmas morning. It was like when someone said baby and immediately people coo even though it’s completely unrelated.

“Three Dobermans.”

“Are you sure you’re not from the mafia?”

The joke was unappreciated.

“And university?”

“We’ll take you back and forth. This is Jongho, he’ll oversee you, ask him if you need anything.”

Jongho was clearly not informed about this prior, considering the cold look on his face was replaced with one that compared to a confused puppy as he watched the others quickly shuffle out of your room after patting his back.

Once his gaze was on you however it steeled once again, and you were left wondering why you were on the receiving end of his anger. What did you other than exist?

“Could you move a little, you’re stepping on the duvet.”

***

Jongho was scary to say the least. If you had to compare him to something, you’d choose a scary guard dog personified by a thousand. Sure, your dogs were trained to guard you and looked like they’d rip the liver out of someone without a second thought, but they still rolled over for you to scratch their bellies.

Jongho, with his red hair and dark clothes and muscles that looked like he could rip your head off like he was cracking open a pistachio, on the other hand looked like the hellhound from the underworld.

Which is why you were currently trailing behind him like a lonely puppy.

He was currently walking around the house, just getting irrelevant things done like his laundry and stuff. You had learnt that where you were temporarily staying was the group quarters, which was in the same estate as the home of Hongjoong and Bongsoon.

Some of the members opted to live in their own apartments outside but Jongho believed there was safety in numbers and thus stayed here with the couple since their wedding. Talk about a cockblocker but with an estate as big as this, you assumed they hardly ran into each other.

As long as certain people didn’t overstep their bounds, everything would be fine.

You weren’t exactly sure what his bounds were and frankly you were too scared to ask, instead keeping your mouth shut.

Shuffling quietly behind him, you held your phone with both hands, keeping your eyes on the floor as he moved from the laundry room to the training hall when he suddenly paused. You stopped immediately after, waiting patiently until he started walking again. But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned around to meet your gaze with a harsh glare and you visibly shrunk.

“Why do you keep following me?”

You held your phone out to him, trying to widen your eyes innocently, he already looked angry and the last thing you wanted to do was replace his punching bag today, “Could you please tell me the Wi-Fi password?”

***

You had gotten used to a routine in the past week. You knew when Jongho left the house and around what time he would return. You didn’t interact with anyone yet, aside from Bongsoon who had leant you some clothes and bought you a pair of underpants. You had been meaning to urge Jongho to go and get your clothes but didn’t want to piss him off, so you kept quiet.

Your days were usually spent crouching beside your bed since you couldn’t stretch the phone charger all the way to the bed, and it was too heavy for you to move yourself.

You were doing the same thing today, binging a new drama on your phone since you didn’t have anything better to do. If you were allowed to talk about it, you would’ve called your best friend but so far you had been holding it together quite well and if you heard your best friend’s voice, no doubt you would end up sobbing over the phone.

You took your time in solitude today in your advantage and took the time to finish washing your clothes so you could have fresh ones before taking a long bath. If there was one thing about this situation you liked, it would be the giant bathroom with marble floors and a bathtub in the centre.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t dropped your phone in the tub with the amount of time you spent soaking.

When you heard the door click open, your stomach twisted into a tight knot and your eyes darted to the clock. It was way too early, Jongho wasn’t going to return for a couple hours, and your phone was in the bedroom.

Your best option was to hide.

Just as you crouched and hid in the pantry, the door swung behind you and slammed shut. You cringed and your heart stopped in your chest. If the intruder didn’t know where to find you, they certainly did now.

So, you cowered behind the sac of rice and covered your head with a bag of flour, clamping your hands over your mouth to prevent any noises from coming out.

Footsteps came closer and your flinched, hiding into yourself, hoping the sac of rice was enough to keep you hidden.

The door clicked open, and you were suddenly concerned that they’d be able to see the bag of flour move with each breath you took and even though you immediately tried to hold your breath, your anxious heart wouldn’t let you.

“What are you doing?”

All the tension in your body fizzled out and you peeked over the jute bag to find Jongho staring at you with a mildly confused expression. For the first time since coming here, the sight of someone from Ateez actually relieved you. The knots in your stomach condensed and you felt tears brim from being so overwhelmed all at once.

“You scared me! I thought you were a murderer!” You exclaimed, hiding your face in between your knees and taking deep breaths.

“So, you made a big fuss of sneaking into the pantry and hiding behind groceries?”

“I panicked! You could have at least said something when you came in!” You countered and he raised his brows.

“Like what?”

“People usually say something like ‘I’m home’.” You said, standing up and brushing the flour off your hair and clothes, pushing past him and into the kitchen. Did air always feel this fresh? Or was it just because you felt like you were going to die just this second?

He scoffed at that, “We’re not playing house here, (Y/N). Why should I act like your damn husband?”

“So that I don’t die of a heart attack.” You replied just as haughtily and he rolled his eyes, moving past you from the kitchen and toward the living room. You didn’t bother until something occurred to you and you jumped, racing to catch up before blocking the entrance to the living room.

He seemed slightly startled at you and the way you were holding your arms up to barricade the entrance. It was useless, you both knew, if he really wanted to get in there, he could.

“You can’t go in there.”

It seemed that for a second, you completely forgot that you had just gotten them to stop suspecting you of being an agent from a rival gang. Sometimes you were a fucking idiot.

“And why not? What the hell are you hiding in there?” And scary Jongho was back.

And then you realized how the situation looked, like you were trying to stop him from seeing something incriminating. Which technically, you were, but this was a different category of incriminating.

“Nothing! Certainly not anything suspicious! But you can’t go in there, I put something private there.” You explained and nearly facepalmed, you were so bad at explaining yourself. But how else were you supposed to get him to leave the place alone without actually telling him what you had left there.

It didn’t even take both hands to get you to move, he just had to yank you hard enough and pushed you out of his way to stride into the living room and it was at that moment, you wanted to combust into a pile of embarrassment.

Because right at the entrance on the heater, you had left your underwear after washing it so it would dry faster before your shower. And it was practically flagging down his attention because of the contrasting colour.

“I needed to wash it, but it didn’t dry fast enough, and I don’t have any other pairs since I don’t have my clothes yet and I had to take a shower.” You explained quickly, wishing the earth would just swallow you up at that moment. Judging by the about of heat radiating from your face, it might have been enough to set your underwear on fire, let alone dry it.

Jongho turned back to face you, ears red and unable to look you in the eye before clearing his throat, “I’ll go to your apartment today and get your clothes and things. I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring your…. essentials sooner.”

You nodded, staring at your feet, “Okay.”

***

“Are you headed over to my apartment?”

Jongho, you learnt, was a man of very few words. Unlike his friends Wooyoung and Yunho who could take from dawn to dusk, he usually didn’t say much unless prompted, usually giving you answers by shaking his head yes or no.

This time he did the former and you suddenly felt extremely sweaty when you saw him stuff his gun into the back of his jeans.

“Please don’t kill my dogs.”

He rolled his eyes at this; you had been skating across eggshells ever since moving in. Every time he even moved you would flinch and curl into yourself. It was getting annoying for him, but you could hardly care when he looked like a character from your nightmares.

“I’m the mafia (we do it like the mafia lmao) not a butcher. We don’t just kill for no reason.”

“What classifies as a reason to you? Because for us regular people, it’s usually we don’t kill period. And for the record, butchers have more reason to kill than mafia.” You replied and your heart shot to your throat when something not short from a smirk appeared on his face. Thank goodness, he wasn’t one of those emotionless psychopaths, he found you funny, it’s okay.

“Anything in particular you need?”

“Uh, if you could please be a little gentle with my laptop? All my notes and work are saved there, and I haven’t backed that shit up.” You pleaded, making a praying gesture and he nodded, grabbing his jacket before leaving the house.

Ever since the incident where you thought an intruder broke into the house, you had been waiting eagerly for Jongho to get your dogs. So far you had been relying on your friends to stop by and feed them.

You wouldn’t be lying if you said you felt lonely and maybe even a little unsafe in the house when Jongho wasn’t there. Even though he assured you that no one would be stupid enough to come to Ateez’s home base to attack you, it still had goosebumps crawling across your skin whenever you heard a sound.

So, you figured having your dogs at home would reassure you a little and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to be reunited with them. In fact, you were so ecstatic, Jongho thought you quite resembled a chihuahua yourself, with its tail wagging happily behind it.

The reunion was, to put it in one word, dramatic. The dogs (named Geon, Killeo and Skai) not having been separated from you for so long bounded across the hall as soon as they saw you and practically tackled you in your spot. It was truly a sight to see; three giant dogs that could easily match your height when on their hind legs, doggy piling you and smothering you with licks and kisses.

Although with the amount of crying you were doing, it was hard to tell who missed who more.

***

“Here.” Jongho said, holding out something to you and you noticed something dangling from this hand. A pretty pendant with a silver chain was in his hands and he was holding it out for you.

You let him drop it into your hands before examining it yourself. The pendant was a stained resin in the shape of a turtle with a tiny gem stuck to it that was meant to imitate its shell. It was adorable, to say the least, the turtle was about the size of a fingernail and reminded you of a plushie you had on your bed.

“What is it?”

“Well, after the whole pantry incident, I figured that you’re next to useless if ever caught off guard.” You huffed at this, but he didn’t even bat an eye, “The turtle has a tracker inside it and the shell is a panic button. If you’re ever hiding in the pantry again, press the button and someone from Ateez will be alerted to your location.”

“And you’d actually come and get me?” You asked and he didn’t seem to pick up your tone, turning back towards the television. You stared at the side of his face, and he seemed so uninterested, like this was second nature to him, like he had completely accepted your presence.

“Maybe not me, I said the closest member. If you’re ever in public then go to a crowded place. Don’t get into any vehicles unless you see one of us and try to blend in.”

He sounded like he actually wanted you to survive. It was one thing you couldn’t understand and had been on your mind ever since he found your cowering form in the pantry. Why were these people trying to keep you alive?

Sure, you had saved Bongsoon, who was the wife of the leader and they owed you that much. But so far, you couldn’t see any advantages to them. In fact, you were a huge liability and hindrance. So, why hadn’t they killed you the first chance they got? And why did they continue to keep you safe even though it was a disadvantage to them?

Was there something you didn’t know about? Or were they just waiting for the perfect moment to abandon you?

Your theory made sense. So far, Ateez had no way to prove to the rival gang that you weren’t a hitman that was hired to kill one of their higher ups so maybe they would wait until your life was in danger and show them that you had no relations to Ateez by letting their rivals kill you even when they could’ve saved your life.

The thought had bile crawling up your throat, it made perfect sense. These were mafia people, they killed in cold blood, and you shouldn’t expect them to show you any mercy just because you had done them a favour.

It was people like this who didn’t blink twice when turning on people they thought were friends. You were coldly reminded of the night you had met Bongsoon and how quickly her personality had changed.

What they showed you was not what you got. You needed to keep reminding yourself of that.

***

Your first day back at university made you feel nervous. You were scared to leave the house for the first time and must go to your classes without Jongho. Thankfully, you were in the middle of the year, so you knew all your classmates. So, if there was anyone knew and therefore suspicious, you’d be able to keep an eye on them from the start.

Jongho laughed when you brought this up to him. Because why would their rivals go through the trouble of finding which university you went to and attending themselves just to kill you when they could easily do so with a gun from across the street.

When he put it that way, you felt stupid for thinking about it in the first place.

Still, you couldn’t stop your leg bouncing as Jongho pulled up in front of the campus main building. You recognized many of the students as they got off the bus and from their own cars. You had a while until class began so you supposed you could track down your own friends and catch up.

“Thanks for dropping me off.” You murmured, slinging your bag on your shoulder and grasping the door handle.

“When do I need to pick you up?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll receive my schedule in a while, so I’ll text you when my classes get done.”

“Don’t get off campus.” He warned and you nodded, stepping out of the Range Rover. Just as you were about to shut the door, he leant across the centre console to look you in the eye, “There’s a group dinner at Hyung’s place today. You don’t have to but noona wants you to come.”

You nodded, telling him you’d think about it before shutting the door.

Jongho didn’t leave yet, probably waiting until you entered the building. It made your heart flutter in a weird way, everything about this situation rivalled dramas and movies and sometimes you could really see the appeal. 'Sometimes' being the times that you weren’t reminded that your life was in danger.

In the past few weeks, he had warmed up to you considerably. You both actually spoke to each other and more than once shared a meal together too. It was like you were roommates rather than you being a prisoner and very so often it was enough to distract you.

You had to admit that he was actually pretty sweet and funny. The time you'd spend together wouldn't be awkward and weird anymore but actually comfortable. More than often you've found yourself laughing at something he said or being in total awe of his party trick: breaking an apple with his bare hands.

Did it make you slightly more afraid of him because the literal hulk was living with you and you tended to be a generally annoying person? Immensely.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings before landing on a familiar pair of heads and you beamed as your two friends walked up to you. Your two closest friends in college, Jaemin and Renjun who took the same courses as you. Since starting university, there hasn’t been a single time you didn’t share a class with at least one of them.

“Jaemin-ah!! Junnie!” You whined, pouting heavily and holding your arms out for a hug. Finally, now that you were around people you knew, you were free to act like how much of a brat you wanted without being scared you’d have a bullet in your head the next second.

“Oh, who made our princess so sad this fine morning?!” Jaemin coddled and you gave him a syrupy sweet smile, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Finally, a hug from someone who was an actual human being and not your dog that jumped 6 feet when you tackled him in a hug. Renjun rolled his eyes at both your antics and hugged you as well.

“How was the vacation?”

“Horrible, I almost died.” You replied honestly.

“See! I told you if you went alone you were bound to end up with alcohol poisoning.” Jaemin replied without missing a beat and you giggled. You wish it had been alcohol poisoning.

“How’d you get to school today? We didn’t see you on the bus.” Jaemin and Renjun were roommates and lived a floor below you. They were the ones who had been feeding your dogs while you were on vacation.

“Someone dropped me off.” You replied vaguely just as the three of you came up to the front-office. Renjun had already come by and collected his schedule a few days ago, ever the responsible citizen while you and Jaemin were a few minutes from your first class and had yet to find out which class you’d be attending.

“The same person you’re living with? We stopped by and the doggos and half your stuff were gone.” You already knew that because they had called you in a panic, saying that you needed to call the police before you calmly explained that you knew your dogs and things weren’t at the apartment.

“Yeah.” You replied shortly. The less they knew about this situation, the better. You didn’t want to feel the guilt of the mafia killing your closest friends as well.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” You were caught so off-guard; you weren’t even sure which one of them said it and thus smacked them both.

“Don’t say shit like that, this is exactly how rumours spread.”

***

Jongho was leaning against the door of the car when you left the building, Jaemin’s arms intertwined with your own. Renjun’s classes finished a little earlier, so he went back home to get some sleep. You walked right up to him, not realizing the way your friend’s pace slowed down as you strode to the expensive car with the scary man leaning against it.

“Sorry, were you waiting long? My professor made us stay behind for a while.” You explained and Jongho nodded before moving off the door and opening it for you.

“Oooh who is this, (Y/N)?” Jaemin teased, walking up to you and you admittedly felt a little respect for him when he looked Jongho right in the eye, “The man you’re living with? Boyfriend? Sugar daddy?” He sang, wriggling his eyebrows with an infuriating smirk on his face.

You scoffed, “Please, you can consider him as my guard dog.”

“No way, there’s no way your parents hired this guy to keep an eye on you?!” Jaemin exclaimed and you could practically feel the ice from Jongho’s glare. You didn’t know why he was suddenly so annoyed that Jaemin was a little hyperactive at times, he had Wooyoung and Yunho and Mingi, this couldn’t be that irritating.

“If my parents were that desperate to keep an eye on me, they’d just move here.”

He dropped the topic quiet quickly, not really curious about Jongho as much as he was interested in teasing you. Now that there was not much to tease you about, he brought something else up quite quickly, “How about we go for some *chi-maek? It’ll be fun.”

Your eyes lit up and a smile spread on your face, “Yeah sounds like fun! Jongho can I--?” “No, get in the car.”

You gave him the most bewildered look you could produce, “Why not? It won’t be for long and I won’t even drink that m –” “No, get in the car.”

You shared a glance with Jaemin, who looked just as surprised as you were, “But I just want to—” He slammed the car door and you scoffed. You hugged Jaemin one last time, jumping apart when Jongho pressed the horn, “I’m sorry, Minnie. We’ll go next time.”

He nodded and sent you off with a smile, telling you to get home safely and then waved goodbye before shutting the car door for you. You whipped your head around to face Jongho, “What the hell was that about?!”

***

You did end up going to dinner at Bongsoon’s place, hoping that you’d get the alcohol and chicken you were so rudely deprived of earlier. Given that Yeosang’s (the man who smacked you across the face and threatened you during the interrogation) favourite food was fried chicken, you knew there was a high chance there would be some crispy chicken legs up for grabs tonight. You sat with the 8 of them; apparently, they had another member, but San was currently overseas.

You supposed the dinner wasn’t a total bust; you had gotten the last piece of chicken even though Yeosang had reached for it first. All it took was you telling him that you deserved this after he tortured you that day and he meekly backed off. (Yeosang: I didn’t even actually torture her. How long is she going to hold it against me?)

Even with the extra chicken piece you were still mad at Jongho for so very rudely declining when you asked him to go for chicken with Jaemin. He wouldn’t even tell you why he was suddenly acting like such an ass, keeping silent the entire ride home. You had given up trying to get answers after the second try, opting to instead shoot him glares all throughout dinner, not like he even noticed.

The others certainly did.

“Oh, I know that look,” Yunho began, voice in a teasing pitch, “Did you both have a fight?”

You just huffed and turned back to your food when you noticed how Jongho rolled his eyes. Everyone else finally turned their eyes to the two of you; they had noticed how Jongho didn’t take part in the conversation as usual, instead looking intently at his phone.

“Oh, yeah look at Jongho’s sad face. They definitely had a fight.” Wooyoung sang and Jongho finally looked up, meeting his hyung’s eyes.

“We didn’t fight. She’s just mad that I didn’t let her go out with her boyfriend.”

You scoffed, “First of all, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Wake up and smell the roses, (Y/N). No guy spends that much time with a girl without being interested.”

“You realize that we live together, right?” You retorted cleverly, only to grip your fork in a tight fist when he rolled his eyes again and then shook his head.

“I’m just your dog.”

"Guard dog, my ass. Even I have standards, you should go and live in the zoo.”

The others watched you argue, hiding smiles of their own when Jongho started threatening you with a fork. They had met Jongho when he was a kid, still wide-eyed and immature but as he climbed the ranks in Ateez, he got more serious, and it felt like they had ruined that once bubbly and cute kid. Seeing him throw petty insults and even rolls of bread at you across the table, had them all recalling those times in his youth.

“Stop fucking throwing butter at me!”

“Then stop throwing bread at me!”

***

Wooyoung and Yunho sat in the backseat, looking between you and Jongho curiously. You were snoozing quietly in the passenger seat and every time they even opened their mouth, Jongho glared at them through the rear-view mirror. As though the sound of Wooyoung yawning might disturb you.

They were on their way to drop you off at university before leaving on a mission themselves. Jongho said they’d send for a vehicle to get you back home and you merely blinked at him before nodding off to sleep, ignoring his warnings about how that didn’t mean you could go to the club like you were planning to.

It was hilarious to watch Jongho’s duality. When you were asleep, he spared you glances every few seconds, moving the air vents to make sure you weren’t too cold and then too hot and even pulling down the sun visor to keep the light out of your eyes. He didn’t even honk when someone cut in front of him.

Just as they pulled up to the university, he elbowed you harshly and you jumped awake, whining at the sharp pain in your arm. Wooyoung had to smother a laugh into his hand at this, narrowly missing Jongho’s hand as he tried to pinch him.

When you felt goosebumps raise on your legs from the A/C and remembered that you didn’t bring a jacket. Just as you slid out of the car, you grabbed Jongho’s leather jacket that was laying across the console, “Thanks for dropping me. I’ll be borrowing this.”

“That’s mine!”

“Consider this payback for you throwing my precious cardigan in the dryer.” You replied quickly before slamming the door shut. Jongho didn’t say anything else but watched through the window as you pulled on the jacket and without realizing it, a microscopic smile grew on his face.

His friends burst into laughter, “Dude you’re so whipped.”

“Shut the hell up.”

They just laughed harder.

Meanwhile, you snuggled closer into the jacket during class, fighting the urge to fall asleep. It was hard though, the jacket was like a giant, heavy hug. You didn’t want to take it off but keeping it on had your eyelids feeling like there were weighted with barbells.

You could smell Jongho’s cologne on it, smiling at the trace scent of it and snuggling closer. Now that you both were used to living with each other and dare you say you even enjoyed it, his cologne that you often smelt around the house brought you comfort.

It was unexpected to say the least, your newfound compatibility with Jongho. Initially, you thought he was like a hound from hell, but you soon came to realize that once you gained his trust, he was just as gooey and sweet as your own dogs back home. It was initially just a joke, but you might actually consider Jongho an equivalent of your dog.

You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging the jacket closer and then you winced when you felt something hard poke you in the ribs. Thinking it was just a pack of cigarettes or a wallet that he left in the pocket, you ignored it, gently massaging the bruised skin until you felt it again.

Curiously, you dipped your hand in the inseam pocket and your eyes went wide in shock. You could feel the handle and the safety trigger. Even though it was physically impossible for you to have divulged that information to anyone in the last 3 seconds, you still looked around to see if anyone was watching you.

Jongho had left his gun in the jacket.

Your heart began beating slightly faster. You were wide awake now.

Anxiety filled your body and you lost focus on the lesson, completely tuning out whatever the professor was saying. This wasn’t the first time you had a gun on your person, and it was definitely not the first time you had touched one, but this felt way more nerve-wracking than the guns you would use for training.

Possibly because it was illegally acquired but you didn’t want to think about that right now.

For the next hour, you were imagining all the possible situations that could happen just because of this gun. What if it randomly went off? What if it fell out of the jacket and someone saw? You’d be arrested before you could even explain what happened. And even if you were given the chance to explain, what would you say?

As soon as the lecture ended, you stuffed your things into your bag before holding it close to your chest, as if people would be able to see through the jacket and your bag was a method of protection. If you were actually thinking about it, your thought process was absolute bullshit, but these unreasonable things made you feel a little bit at ease, so you just did so.

Luckily, you only had one lecture today, meaning that someone would already be outside the university ready to take you home. The mere thought of it comforted you and you were speed walking towards the door, no thoughts other than getting into that car.

A black car was parked right in front of the building, windows tinted to be opaque and looking extremely ominous. A few months ago, you would’ve avoided this type of car like the plague and gone in the opposite direction. Something about knowing that this car was for you made you feel powerful, it was weird.

Still, you kept the bag huddled close to your body and shuffled quickly into the backseat of the car. It was only then you realized you hadn’t ever met the driver of the car before. You smiled in greeting, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror, “Are you San? We haven’t met before, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

He grinned widely and you immediately understood why the others complimented his looks, this man knew he was handsome, and the confidence just made him even more good-looking, “Yep, that’s me! Nice to meet you too!”

He pulled out of the parking space, and it was quiet for a few minutes as he continued to drive, missing the first exit.

“Oh, you had to take that exit.” You mentioned, turning around in your seat to point at it. San laughed and scratched the side of his neck, “Yeah, I don’t really know how to get back home from the university. So, I’m just gonna get to the town square because I know how to find my way from there.”

You nodded, finding it weird but you didn’t want to push and get him angry. You hadn’t ever met San before and the last thing you would want to do is piss him off within the first five minutes of meeting him.

You sat quietly for a while until you noticed how he was glancing at you in the rear-view mirror, and you smiled at him before your eyes caught onto what he was looking at. Three motorcycles were trailing the car. Your smile slowly disappeared as your eyes flickered back to San, noticing the back of his neck through the small gap in the driver’s seat.

That was a Stray Kids tattoo.

Your heart stopped in your chest when you realized what was going on. This wasn’t San. And this was the wrong car.

On an impulse, you moved quickly, fisting the strap of your bag in your hands and throwing it over the seat, wrapping it over his neck and pulling hard, using your legs to anchor you and pull as hard as your strength would allow.

He choked, hand going to his neck and the car slightly swerved. You reached over to pull the seat lever and pushed the seat in front as much as it could go before unclicking his seat belt and throwing open the door. Your bag and the man went flying to the road and you quickly climbed over the seat, taking the wheel and began speeding.

The rumbling of the motorcycles filled your ears and you pushed hard on the gas, swerving between as many cars as you could. Your hand curled around the pendant on your neck and your trembling fingers clicked the panic button several times as you tried to fight the onslaught of tears.

You saw your way out just as a tunnel appeared in your view. It was empty, no cars going through it at this time of day, and you saw your chance, speeding even more to enter the tunnel. You spared a glance to the rear-view mirror and just like you assumed, only one of the motorcycles was trailing you.

The other two were no doubt trying to catch you at the other end.

You looked back to the exit. The other two weren’t there yet.

Slowing down the car and moving towards the wall of the tunnel, you pulled the gun out of the jacket, clicking off the safety and you kicked open the door. You ducked to avoid the sparks as the door scraped against the wall before it broke off and flew down the road towards the motorcyclist.

They tried to avoid the door and you took your chance to shoot a bullet. It landed on the bullseye, throwing the driver off the motorcycle before it toppled and fell to the ground. You slammed on the breaks and ran back, getting on the motorcycle as quickly as you could and speeding in the opposite direction.

You didn’t even know where you were or where you were headed but all you knew was that you needed to get as far away as possible.

You heard the distant roar of motorcycles and the lump in your throat grew, tears fighting to gloss over your vision, and it took everything you had not to break down. They were coming closer, and you had no idea what to do.

Revving the motorcycle to increase your speed, you zoomed towards the busy intersection, cutting through traffic and even nearly missing a truck to get across it, trapping the others on the other side.

The sigh of relief when you weren't able to see them anymore was short-lived.

Another car began cutting ahead of others, zigzagging in between lanes to catch up with you. You made a harsh turn, getting away from it just in time and they continued ahead. You continued down the road again, looking over your shoulder every few seconds and you couldn’t help the sob that left you when you noticed the motorcycles gaining distance behind you.

And then ahead came the car you had avoided before and was zooming towards you. They were cornering you from both sides.

Hands shaking, you grabbed the gun from the jacket once again and then tilted the bike, kicking it away with your legs. You rolled on the rough tar a couple times, scraping your cheek and your hip badly against it. Even though it hurt incredibly, you didn’t have the time to cry over it.

Your motorcycle intercepted the car, ramming into the bumper and front wheels and causing it to flip over. You turned, shooting at the other motorcycles before pulling yourself to your feet and running for your life.

You barely made it down the road before another car pulled up with the windows rolled down and you couldn’t stop crying when you recognized the people inside. Jongho threw open the door and you leapt inside, right into his arms.

Mingi didn’t stop driving for a second, slamming his foot on the accelerator and getting the hell out of there.

“Are you hurt?” Jongho asked, grasping your arms and you winced. Something was definitely broken or bruised after the way you fell from the motorcycle.

Your head kept flashing with images and your hands began shaking when you realized what had just happened and what you had done. You looked up at Jongho, distressed, “I killed somebody.”

You weren’t even sure you could cry with all you were feeling. Everything felt overwhelming and every nerve in your body was buzzing with something that made you dizzier as seconds passed. You were panting for air, but it felt like it wasn’t reaching your lungs.

Jongho gently placed a hand on your head, stroking your hair with such a delicate touch that you wanted to melt into him. Your hand curled around his shirt, holding onto it for stability and he placed a firm kiss to your forehead as you panted into his neck. It wasn’t one of affection or even comfort.

The kiss was meant to ground you, pull you back to earth from whatever hell you were bound to. To make you aware that you weren’t dead or dying, but you were alive and here in his arms.

“Anything that needs immediate medical attention? Were you shot? Stabbed?” He asked, running his hands up and down your back to calm you. He felt you shake your head and sighed in relief, tightening his arms around your waist.

“You’re lucky they underestimated you because you’re a civilian,” Mingi spoke up, “Had this been about eliminating a threat, rather than getting revenge, you wouldn’t have made it.”

You knew what that meant.

It meant that next time, they wouldn’t underestimate you.

***

The second you stepped out of the car; you couldn’t help the cry of pain that left your lips. After finally having rested your legs on the ride back, you realized that you probably landed on your knee harder than you recalled during the fall.

You didn’t even have to say anything for Jongho to scoop you up in his arms and carry you into the house. His arms didn’t even tremble under your weight, and he held your body close to his as if you would shatter with a simple touch.

Finally, the exhaustion of today crept up on you and in the warmth of his arms, your eyes began to shut. You barely recalled him placing you in your bed and you were passed out by the time he got the first-aid kit from his room.

In the back of your head, you could feel the graze of the wet cotton against your skin and then felt the sting of the antiseptic, but you could barely lift your finger, let alone gain some energy to wince and flinch. You just let Jongho move you as he pleased to treat your wounds.

Jongho noticed how you weren’t flinching as he disinfected the cuts and nearly sighed in relief. You had already been in so much pain, the last thing he would want is to cause some more.

After covering the cuts on your hands, knees and hips with gauze, he moved up your body to treat the scrape you had gotten on your cheek. With a touch that could only be rivalled by a feather, he cleaned the blood away, watching your face carefully to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

The sight of your relaxed face had his heart settling slightly in his chest. The past hour had been hell on him, his heart still hurt from the way it was beating a mile a minute when he got your panic alert. Even though he had warned you to stay in the same vicinity if you were ever in trouble, when he watched your tracker move across town and even farther from where he was, he felt a lump in his throat.

The others had never seen him this hysterical, usually so calm and collected and quick to come up with a plan. He looked at his phone for a second during the meeting before his eyes went wide as saucers and he was hauling Mingi to his feet and running out, his only parting words being “(Y/N) needs me.”

He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your face before applying a band aid above the area.

He couldn’t help himself. Seeing you so vulnerable below him, he was filled with an undeniable need to protect you, to make sure that you were okay and that no harm or sadness or discomfort would ever come to you.

Gently, Jongho placed a featherlight kiss over the band aid before figuring you could get a better check up by Seonghwa once you woke up. For now, he’d let you rest, God knows you deserved it.

Even though you were nearly out cold, it was weird that you suddenly felt the pressure beside the bed decrease and your hand shot out before you could even think, fingers clasping tightly around Jongho’s wrist.

“Don’t leave.” You rushed out, panicked at even the thought of being alone in the room.

“(Y/N)—”

“Please. Please, stay.” You begged, tugging him towards you. He relented, sitting beside you on the bed and you sighed, settling down on the bed again.

“You should get changed into something more comfortable.” The red head mumbled, noticing now that you were still in your tight-fitting jeans, his leather jacket covering your blood-stained shirt.

Your fingers lightly curled around his t-shirt, unable to open your eyes, “Please do it for me.”

His eyes slightly widened, “(Y/N)—”

“Please, I can’t move right now.” You whispered and the crack in your voice had him breaking. He moved away from you to grab some of your clothes, softly shushing you when you whined and reassuring you that he’d be back.

It was so intimate and Jongho’s heart was filling with something that he’d never felt before. Something heavy and dense and made him feel like he was high on the sweetest thing he had ever tasted before. He held you closely to him as he helped you slip out of your pants and then shirt and when his heart twisted at seeing the bruises covering your skin, he made sure to be even more gentle.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were settled into bed, cuddled close underneath the covers with his arms protectively around you and your head on his chest. Never had you felt so secure and fulfilled by just being around someone. Jongho made you feel like he’d keep even an army away if you just hid in his arms.

His thumbs stroked your skin and with each stroke you were lulled into a deeper sleep, finally being able to rest. He watched you for a while longer, carefully watching each breath you took before the sight of your own peaceful face had him closing his eyes as a dreamless sleep welcomed him.

By the time Seonghwa came over to check your bruises and injuries, Jongho was already awake, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and scrolling through his phone as you napped into his neck. He made it look like he was so calm when in reality it took every ounce of self-control to keep a smile from breaking out on his face.

Having you so close to him made him feel complete, an emotion that he rarely feels being in his life.

The others came in right behind him to check up on you and Wooyoung would’ve made a big fuss about you both cuddling had you not woken with a start and immediately panicked before realizing where you were. They saw the frantic look in your eye as you shot up, straight as an arrow as soon as you felt Seonghwa touching your arm.

It took a few seconds for you to gain your bearings and in those few moments you could barely recognize anyone, feeling panicked at so many faces suddenly in the room before you remembered what had gone down in the last couple hours.

Their features became more familiar, but you still felt on edge until you saw Jongho’s concerned face staring at you and finally settled down against the bed, back into his arms.

It was probably because you saw him the most since moving here or because whenever you felt even a little bit scared or not safe, you went to Jongho because you knew he was meant to protect you. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping a hand on your waist even as Seonghwa checked the dressings he put earlier.

Bongsoon talked to you for a while, pulling you into a warm hug that made you feel like you were in a mothers embrace. You both talked for a few minutes while you held Jongho’s hand underneath the covers and then the two of you were alone again. You didn’t want to sleep yet; you had slept all day and were still groggy and you didn’t want to go back to sleep.

But you didn’t want to stay awake and think about it, it was just way too much at the moment and everything made you feel too much at the moment. It was just something you’d rather avoid so you just intertwined your fingers with the man beside you before laying back down on the bed and closing your eyes.

***

Jongho had left you alone in bed only when he was certain that you had fallen deep asleep to get something to eat, take a shower and for a brief meeting with the others about what exactly had happened in the last day.

He didn’t return to your bed that night, but he did check on you one last time before going to bed himself. You were deep asleep which relieved him a little; the features on your face were smoothed peacefully. He made sure to leave the lamp on, in case you woke up in the middle of the night.

In the end, he was the one who woke up way past midnight after hearing noises from the hall. He didn’t waste even a second, grabbing his gun from his bed-side table and heading to the source of the noise before he realized what it was.

Geon and Skai were whimpering, while trying to scratch your door handle, unable to get it open. Once they saw Jongho, they quickly pattered over to him, trying to bring him to your door. He didn’t hear anything from the inside, so if it was an intruder, he didn’t want to make too much noise and alert him.

Soundlessly, he cracked open the door to find your room empty thankfully. The lump underneath your duvet had his attention as soon as he entered the room, gently padding over to you. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he didn’t make much noise, still trying to find what the dog were so worried over. Or maybe they just missed you, after all, he had made sure they didn’t jump all over you for the sake of your tired body.

You moved lightly and stopped immediately but Jongho noticed, and he kneeled before peeling back the covers.

His heart nearly broke at the sight of your scared and tear-stained face staring up at him. It was obvious you had been crying for a while, lips cracked and dry and your eyes looked sunken. Without another word, he slid underneath he covers, and you adjusted your position to make room for him.

You didn’t even need to ask for him to place his hands on your waist and pull you into his chest. You were surprised that he was holding you as tightly as you were, like he needed this just as much as you did. One of his hands gently cradled your head against his neck and he felt your wet face against his skin.

“I was so scared you’d get hurt.” He confessed, suddenly aware of just how thankful he was that you were in his arms, unhurt and safe. He didn’t know what he would have done if something had happened to you, and he could still feel the anxiety he did when he got your alert.

“It was weird,” You admitted, whispering your secrets to him in the dark, “I thought I’d feel regret about the things I didn’t do in my life, but all I could feel was fear and the need to run away. Far, far away where no one would ever find me. Even now, after all of that, I don’t get that feeling on life being short. I’m just scared.”

It was frightening to be honest. In the moment, it felt like you didn’t have an identity, like you didn’t know who you were or what was important to you. All you knew was that you had to put as much distance in the least amount of time possible. You were sure, if you had managed to get them off your trail before Jongho found you, your next stop would have been to the airport or docks.

You always thought it would be difficult to hurt somebody, you got squeamish when you had to watch someone else get an injection but for some reason you didn’t feel anything shooting those other people and killing them. They were still people, you tried to remind yourself, people like Jongho but to you they were nothing more than empty shells.

How could you even live with yourself?

“You don’t have to justify your feelings to anyone. If that’s the way you feel, it’s okay.”

“Thank you for staying here with me.” You murmured, pulling away to look him in the eye. They were twinkling, deep like pool of water and honey that made you feel so secure.

You liked your lips without realizing, swallowing thickly as the air thickened with something that you couldn’t put your finger on. Call it lust, or desire, or even love but when it boiled down to it, all you could feel underneath your skin was longing.

Jongho leaned in and his fingers tightened on your waist, breath coming out a little shaky against your face and he paused, brushing his lips over your tenderly. For a few seconds, that was more than enough, making you dizzy from the contact.

You sucked in a deep breath, snaking your hands up to thread your fingers through his red hair and kissing him hard. His body twisted to press closer to yours, a leg snaking in between yours and one hand found its place on your back while the other cupped your jaw.

Your heart quite literally skipped a beat as he pressed his chest to yours, deepening the kiss. You let him take control, just wanting to be in his arms and feel loved for the time being, gently toying with his soft hair as he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth before licking over it.

The whimper didn’t go unnoticed by him when he slipped his tongue against yours. Your fingers twitched against his nape as you sucked slowly on his tongue, clenching your legs around his thigh when he groaned lightly.

The sound of rustling of the sheets and lips smacking filled the air as you continued to squirm when you realized painfully that you were running out of air. Jongho pulled away, panting heavily and took a second to admire how fucked out you looked from just kissing.

Your eyes were still shut, struggling to catch your breath, spit glistening on your swollen lips. When your eyes finally fluttered open, his heart swelled at the small smile you sent him, unable to resist the one tugging his lips as he connected them to yours once again.

Eventually, he pulled away again when you needed to catch your breath, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, nipping at the skin occasionally, just to hear your sweet sighs and whimpers.

“I like you.” You blurted out suddenly and he paused, taking in what you just said before he pressed a warm kiss to your pulse point, pecking your lips next.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He replied sarcastically, only to laugh when you smacked his chest while a wide smile graced your beautiful face.

“I take it back.”

***

If there was one thing that was put into perspective after coming so close to getting abducted, it was your inhibition. The rules of dating were thrown out of the window as soon as your eyes opened the next day, all you knew was that you liked Jongho, and he felt the same about you. Why should you still walk on eggshells around him?

You also wanted to expend as much of yourself as you could towards feeling something. You needed to make this connection with Jongho stronger, give yourself something that could give you stability and maybe even some sanity if anything like that were to ever happen again.

So, when you found yourself reliving what happened, feeling guilty that your emotions seemed to leave you when you had a gun in your hands, you replaced the phantom of the Glock with Jongho’s skin, kissing him until you felt dizzy.

Though he was kind of overwhelmed with all the affection you suddenly decided to show him, he also realized it was the only way you knew how to cope with everything that had happened. You had a lot of feelings and you needed to redirect it from the fear and anxiety you felt.

Besides, he was more than happy being on the receiving end of your unhealthy coping mechanism.

Although, he was more than grateful when you put a pause on all the kisses and hugs when the others came over. You seemed more than fine with it, happy with the distraction and thankful that they all came to check on you.

While Jongho was talking to the others and you realized that you couldn’t speak as easily, you suddenly remembered your friends; Jaemin and Renjun. You lost your phone along with your bag during the abduction, so you hadn’t called him to tell him you weren’t attending university today. No doubt he’d be freaking out and would call the police any second.

“Do you mind if I borrow your phone?” You asked and he handed it to you without qualm, “Sure, why?”

“I was thinking I’d meet up with Jaemin. Is that okay?”

Now this caught his attention. You had been so clingy all day, back-hugging him as he made you breakfast and peppering kisses along the side of his neck. He was honestly surprised that it hadn’t gone any further with the amount you were holding on to him. And you were way friendlier with Jaemin than you were with him.

“Are you sure you want to meet with him? So soon?” He didn’t notice how the others hid a smile at his obvious behaviour, but you didn’t seem to catch onto it. They had spent all their lives looking after him, they knew what his well-concealed jealously looked like.

“Why? Do you think it’s unsafe?” And suddenly he regretted even opening his mouth, seeing how worried you looked and shook his head, nodding with a placating smile, “No, no, it’s okay.”

It took a more reassurance but when you were finally convinced, you quickly dialled your best friend’s number before walking to the kitchen to talk. Jongho practically scoffed at the fact that you had his number memorized; who memorizes phone numbers anymore?

“Jaemin-ah!” You whined, happy to hear his voice again.

“Bet she never says your name like that.” Wooyoung teased and Jongho realized how deep the scowl on his face was. Sending him a withering glare, he entered the kitchen and shut the door behind him just in time to avoid the rest of them roaring with laughter at him.

Instead, he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder, you flinched in surprise for a second raising a brow and him, but he shook his head, pressing his fingers to your stomach. Your breath hitched and he chuckled.

“Do you know how worried I was?! No call, no message! Your phone number can’t be reached when I try to call it! ‘Oh, that’s no problem’, one might say, ‘just go to their place’. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! YOU WON’T EVEN TELL ME!” Both you and Jongho flinched when he began yelling into the phone.

“Sorry, Minnie. My phone broke so I couldn’t text you. Tell you what, I’ll meet you today at your place and prove to you myself that I’m completely fine.” You chirped.

Jongho placed his lips on your pulse point, and you took a deep breath. He felt your heartbeat quicken and your skin got warmer as he nipped lightly before licking over it. Your hand intertwined with the one on your stomach, squeezing your fingers around his tightly as he continued to nibble up your neck.

“Tell Junnie to prepare his liver. Buy all the bottles of soju you can find and bring out that bottle of vodka I bought you.” You said, squealing at a particularly harsh bite right underneath your ear. The hand around your waist slowly slid up to palm at your breast and you bit your lip to keep a small moan from escaping you.

“I thought you wanted to save that bottle for graduation?” Jaemin asked and your voice caught in your throat, unable to say anything while Jongho sucked at the junction between your neck and shoulder, tightening the grip you had on his hand.

“Keep talking.” He whispered and you couldn’t help the whimper that left you.

“I—I did, but I think we should indulge ourselves a little. I’ll buy you another for graduation.” The thought of not making it till graduation crossed for mind for less than a second before your legs practically turned to jelly when Jongho licked over the mark he left.

“Alright, then. See you tonight!” Jaemin chirped before hanging up and you quickly placed the phone on the counter, holding onto the edge of it for support. He wasted no time in turning you around and pressing you to the counter, attacking your lips.

“What has gotten into you?”

“What’s more important is that I haven’t gotten into you, yet.” He replied, distracted as he tilted your head to access your mouth easily.

“Your friends are right outside!” You whispered heatedly, pushing him off you but he didn’t even let his hands come off you for a second, leaning in to kiss you once again.

“So, tonight then?” He smirked and you huffed out a laugh, “Not likely. I’m going to come back black-out drunk.”

That was true, after about 9 bottles of soju between the three of you and half of the bottle of vodka gone in shots, you called Jongho to come pick you up. You had quite literally blacked out on their couch before Jongho had to carry you back to the car.

***

As soon as Killeo heard the sound of food containers, he ran to the living room, eager to get any table scraps and not afraid to use his puppy dog eyes. The thing about having more people in the house was that it was easier to sneak food when no one was paying attention.

You definitely noticed when the giant dog trotted into the room even though he tried to look inconspicuous, you knew what he was up to. Afterall he was the culprit behind many of your foods going missing.

“Hui jia*.” You said immediately, pointing at the door. Everyone looked at you, wondering why you were suddenly speaking Mandarin. He whimpered a little, tilting his head and begging just like you knew he would. But you stayed firm, shaking your head.

“Hui jia.”

With a defeated whimper, he left the room with a low head. You’d give him an extra treat later for being a good boy but for now at least you didn’t have a giant Doberman jumping on the table while trying to get food.

Satisfied that he listened, you went back to your food.

It was silent for a second before, “YOUR DOG SPEAKS CHINESE?!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

***

“We’re going to Japan in a few days for a negotiation.” Jongho told you one night as you laid beside each other in bed. You looked up at him for a few minutes to find him looking at you with a fond look.

“Why Japan?”

“BtoB and Ateez don’t have much influence there. We wanted it to be on even ground.” He told you and your eyes went wide at the familiar name. You sat up immediately, covers pooling at your waist as you looked at him in shock.

“Didn’t you say that BtoB was all buddy-buddy with stray kids?” You hoped this was one big mistake. They couldn’t have been actually meeting with the group that was in alliance with the one that almost killed you the other day, there just wasn’t any chance.

Jongho looked surprised that you remembered but not to the point where it looked like he got caught red handed. He nodded, raising a hand to ruffle his hair a little, “They are, which is why we want to form an alliance with them. They were actually interested in us from a while back, if we form an alliance with them then it means we’d be affiliated with Stray Kids and then they can’t send another attack after one of our own.”

You looked a little apprehensive, “You’re not going to sell me or anything right?”

This seemed to startle him, and he sat up a little only to grab your hand and pull you to his chest. He cupped your cheek with a steady grip. His eyes raked over your face for a minute, taking in all your features that he adored, “Don’t even say something like that. I’d never let anything happen to you.”

“Really?” You whispered, voice fragile and he nodded, pulling you closer and capturing your lips with his. You kissed him just as eagerly, snaking your hands around his neck and twisting your body so you were straddling him comfortably.

He didn’t have to wait long before he was sucking on your tongue, his sneaky hands travelling down your body to stop at your ass, pulling you forward to grind your heat against him, swallowing your moans.

You whined as you pushed your hips forward and back, creating a steady pace and breaking off the kiss to breathe. Your wet lips trailed down his neck and you bit down on the spot below his ear, letting out a high-pitched moan as he bucked up into you.

You were rocking into him without any help, following the rhythm he set earlier, and his now free hands snuck underneath the t-shirt you had on to play with your breasts. Your hips stuttered, pressing harder into him and he groaned.

Your lips returned to his as he rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers, tugging and teasing lightly. In the next instant, his hands disappeared from your chest, grabbing your waist and pressing you to the mattress, spreading your legs so he could slot himself in between your thighs.

You whimpered when his hips rutted against yours, the growing bulge in his pants pressing into you so deliciously.

You both were frankly too turned on to remember that you had left the bedroom door open. Alerted by the sounds coming from the bedroom, Geon and Killeo both went in to investigate. To a guard dog, you could understand why this particular situation looked concerning and the next thing you knew, they were barking their minds out at Jongho before Geon literally tackled him to the ground.

Killeo proceeded to sit on you, baring his teeth at your ‘attacker’ and you couldn’t help but laugh at the betrayed look on Jongho’s face.

“(Y/N)!” He whined, “Can’t you call them off?”

“I can but even if I manage to get him off me, there’s no way they’re gonna let us lock the door.” You laughed, quite disappointed yourself but very much amused by the whole situation.

“I’d recommend taking a cold shower.” You smirked.

Which is exactly where the frustrated man was headed, glaring at the pile of you three on his bed and declaring that Skai was now his favourite, all while muttering curses underneath his breath.

If he looked pitiful then, he would only look more miserable when he came back to realize that the dogs took his place on his bed, and he had to go and sleep alone in your bedroom.

***

When you woke up, you could feel cold sweat dripping down your back and your heart was beating out of your chest. It was still dark outside, you had slept for maybe an hour and the dogs were dead asleep, twitching a little when you shot out of bed but aside from that didn’t move.

You remembered a lot from your nightmare, a world where the panic button didn’t alert Jongho but instead restarted the day. You remembered running from Stray Kids, the gang members getting closer each second no matter how fast you ran and finally when you collapsed from exhaustion, they would land a bullet in your spine or forehead right before you restarted the day and were caught in the same situation.

It was horrifying to say the least, in your nightmares they weren’t people but monsters with red eyes and cruel smiles that looked more like giant shapeless figures than people. You were left panting, trying to get your heart to stop hammering against your ribs as you clutched the covers in a tight grip.

Your senses were extremely clouded, nothing coming to your mind other than getting as far away from here as you could. It was a thought that followed you like the plague, and you couldn’t seem to shake it off. Ever since you moved to this house, you had been followed by bad luck.

Unfortunate things kept happening and sometimes it was just too much to take when all you wanted was to go back to your own life. Especially since you hadn’t asked for any of this to happen. Many times, you had gotten the urge to just leave in the dead of the night and take a flight to anywhere.

It was what you had seen in movies, and it was the only thought that kept intruding your mind when everything got to be too suffocating. But you always managed to calm yourself by thinking a little rationally.

You had no idea how this world worked, how quickly it would be for them to find you and how to even cover your tracks or anything like that. Leaving the house without telling anyone and all alone would make you a sitting duck and no matter how exhausting this all was, you weren’t too keen to die either.

So even though your legs were shaking, you quietly left the room to wash your sweaty face with some cold water before going to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

You weren’t quite sure what to do, as such the case whenever something happened to you. Should you cry it out while hiding in the bathroom? Should you call Jaemin and talk to him for a while? Should you just try and get your mind off the problem by watching TV?

A part of you didn’t want to actually cry about it; it was funny really, if this had been happening to someone else, you wouldn’t hold it against them if they lost their minds but because it was you, you felt like you were being dramatic whenever you lingered over these feelings.

Maybe a drink would be a good idea? Surely if you were drunk, it would be easier to get through this?

You sat at the kitchen counter, sipping water for a while before your glass ran empty and you wondered what to do then. You didn’t feel like running anymore but you didn’t feel like going back to sleep just yet.

You glanced at your bedroom door that was closed shut, no doubt Jongho would be asleep in there. He had been your shelter in this crazy storm up until now, that was probably why you were quietly padding over to enter the bedroom. Maybe just lying beside him would make you feel better.

He was sleeping soundly, clutching one of your pillows in his arms and you could feel the small smile growing on your face as you inched closer to him. His hair was covering his shut eyes and you raised a hand to push it away from his face when he clasped a hand over your wrist and pinned you to the bed.

You gasped when his knee pinned your hip down and he immediately pulled away, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, “(Y/N)? I thought you were asleep. What are you doing here?”

“I just—" You stuttered, wondering if you should tell him about the nightmare. In reality there was nothing that he could do, and you didn’t really want to talk about it, “I just missed you.”

He didn’t believe it and you both knew it but he still sat up and pulled you to him so you could curl up to his side and cupped the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your hand rested over his chest, feeling comforted by the beating of his heart underneath your fingertips.

You both were leaning against the headboard, just listening to the sound of breathing.

“Are you okay?” He whispered and you nodded, “I’m fine as long as you’re here with me.”

Jongho stopped running his thumb over your knuckles in favour of raising your hand to his lips. You pulled your hand out of his grip to graze your fingers over his cheekbones. Everything always felt so much more valuable when you were troubled, and nothing felt more precious to you than Jongho.

It always made you feel guilty in a way, because in your fear you’d sometimes blame him, resent him for putting you in this position but when things got put into perspective, you always ended up treasuring him even more.

You realized just why you were feeling so uneasy earlier.

“I missed you.” You whispered, voice tight and you felt your eyes prick from how much you were feeling. Your fingertips moved to his cupid’s bow, gently tracing over his plush lips. You swallowed thickly, moving your fingers to his brows.

“I’m right here, baby.” He murmured, catching your wrist in his grip as he leaned in to place a warm kiss to your lips that you returned. The kiss didn’t last long, you were a little too distracted tonight to maintain your breath and he pulled away when you needed to breathe, trailing his lips down your neck again.

This time there was nothing to stop you, the door was shut, and you were all alone, you realized, jumping when you felt Jongho’s tongue against your skin. Sighing, you turned your head instinctively, giving him more access.

His hand left your wrist, instead trailing down your body to stop at your waist. He continued his assault on your neck, leaving marks along your skin between kisses and licks. You whimpered, the hand on your hip getting frustrating and wanting more.

“Jongho, please.” You whined, sensitive to his fingers drumming against your waist and he pulled away from your neck.

“What, baby? Use your words.”

“More, please.” You sighed out and he chuckled, his hand sneaking between your legs to your clothed heat and you squirmed, trying to move your hips towards him. His lips returned to yours while his fingers pressed against you, and you felt yourself grow wetter.

Jongho rubbed circles over the material of your shorts, tracing your slit and swallowing the moans you were making. He was quite pleased when you began rocking your hips against his hand, frustrated with the light touch.

He rubbed gently at your pussy a few more times, feeling the material get slightly damp and then suddenly tapped right where your clit was. You cried out, legs jerking and he soothed you with a kiss.

"Please, stop teasing." You let out a loud moan when he snuck his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties to press against your clit and you bucked your hips in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're dripping, baby." He growled against your lips, beginning to rub figure 8's against your sensitive bud and you practically mewled. You're so wet that his fingers glide easily through you, sinking two fingers into you without any resistance.

His thumb was rubbing over your clit while his fingers pump inside you, setting a slow pace that has you whining again. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted without teasing and you were frankly too turned on to try and resist him.

Your fingers curled around his wrist, trying to get him to move but he's stronger than you, continuing with the torturous pace and your eyes water with frustration.

"I want more." You get out, finding it hard to even open your eyes at this point but Jongho is nowhere near breaking.

"You want me to tease more? I can do that, baby." He answered and you shake your head, a tear falling on your cheek when you felt him stop. You were clenching hard around his fingers, trying to gain any kind of friction but it wasn't enough.

He supposed somewhere he felt bad for making you feel frustrated when you were so vulnerable to him, but you were just so submissive beneath him, he was getting harder with each plea that slipped through your lips.

"You need to be clearer. What do you want, baby? If you ask nicely, I'll give it to you." He cooed, peppering kisses against your neck and waiting for you to understand what he was asking for.

"Please, please, make me cum." You begged, sobbing when he curled his fingers before thrusting them hard and fast into your sopping core. At each thrust, he's scissoring his fingers, spreading you wider each time as the heel of his palm bumped into your clit.

"Fuck, yes, right there, don't stop." You squealed, clenching around his fingers tightly when the pads of his fingers brush against your g-spot.

The knot in your stomach curled a little tighter when he rammed his fingers against the spot, eyes rolling back in your head, "Right there, baby?"

Your nails were digging into his wrist when he finally brought you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you with waves of pleasure as he continued to finger you, bringing you down from your high.

You winced when his fingers left you and he didn't hesitate before popping the soaking digits into his mouth, growling at the taste. The air was practically alive with sparks as you tried to come down from your high, chest heaving.

"Fuck, you taste so good. Wanna eat you out."

You were barely out of your daze before Jongho pulled off your shorts and panties in one swipe, pulling you forward by your thighs so your back hit the bed before burying his face in your heat. And in a second, the sparks from earlier were transformed to lightning by his lips.

You moaned loudly, raking your fingers through his hair when he licked up your slit, still sensitive from your orgasm. He continued licking all your juices before pressing a finger to your entrance, pushing your hips down when you bucked against his face.

Everything felt like it was on fire, your skin was burning so hot you felt like the room was setting ablaze around you. You couldn't even breathe, Jongho was determined not to give you a break, teasing gone far from his mind.

He closed his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking as his fingers brought you closer to the edge once again.

"Feels good." You slurred out; eyes screwed shut as you tugged lightly on his hair. He smiled slightly and pulled away to place an affectionate peck on your inner thigh before returning to his task.

His hand abandoned holding your hips down in favour of snaking underneath your shirt to roll your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers and you groaned, tightening the grip you had on his hair and rolling your hips against his face.

When he caught your sensitive nub between his teeth and tugged, every muscle in your body tensed before you came with a silent groan, squirming because of the sensitivity as he continued to lick your release out of you.

You were panting as he kissed up your body again, taking off your shirt this time before connecting your lips to his. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth when both his hands began teasing your breasts.

"Can you give me one more, baby? Cum on my cock one more time, hmm?" He asked, grinding his covered hard on against your soaking folds and you nodded.

"Words, darling." He reminded as he tugged off his shirt. Your hands immediately ran down his chest, stopping at the hem of his pants. You look so pretty like this, sprawled out underneath him with the most fucked out expression on your face.

"Fuck me, Jongho."

Once his pants are on the floor, he's back over you, kissing down your neck. His length was pressing against your inner thigh, and you spread your legs wider.

You were on the brink of the overstimulation being painful, lungs practically screaming for air, but you wanted him inside you, or it felt like you'd die.

He pumped himself a few times, hissing at the feeling before guiding him to your hole. The crown of his cock nudged against your bundle of nerves, and you squealed before he sank into you with a groan.

You both were moaning against each other mouths as he slid his length into you, inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush against yours. Your previous orgasms were enough to keep the stretch from being painful.

When he bottomed out, he stilled for a second, glancing at your face that was scrunched in pleasure before he pulled out halfway and thrust back into you.

Your nails were immediately dragging down his back as he slammed his hips against yours, pulling sweet moans from your throat. All your nerves were lit on fire as he began building your third orgasm of the night.

Your warm walls were clenching around him so deliciously that his mouth was pooling with drool, and he lowered his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the hardened nub before turning his attention to the other one.

A thin string of spit connected his lips to your nipples when he pulled away. Once he was satisfied with the marks he left along your breasts, he pecked your lips sweetly before tracing your lips with his fingers.

"Get this wet for me, baby girl." He muttered, pressing his thumb into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrapped around it, sucking it eagerly before running your tongue along it.

He pulled the wet digit from your mouth to rub harsh circles against your clit and you nearly screamed, raking your nails so hard down his back he was sure he would have a reminder of it the next day.

"I'm gonna cum." You whimpered and he groaned, feeling your walls get tighter around him, "I'm almost there baby, cum with me."

That was all you needed cum again, moaning as you felt him release inside you soon after. He stayed inside you for a while, feeling himself go soft before he carefully pulled out of you.

You whined, distressed by the sudden emptiness but Jongho quickly peppered kisses along your chest, trying to pacify you before getting a wet rag to wipe you clean.

He covered your naked body with the covers, quick to baby your sensitive self as he pulled your form to his, holding you tightly to his chest.

You intertwined your fingers with his, playing with them and drawing figures onto his palm that made his heart flutter in his chest just watching you. While you did want to go back to sleep, worn out from the sex, you weren't exhausted enough just yet.

You spent the next hour that way, just basking in the after-sex glow together as the sun began to come up.

You looked up at him with a small smirk, "Round 2?"

Jongho chuckled and his eyes darkened before he was parting your legs again, "I'm gonna ruin you, baby."

***

Jongho had been on your ass the whole day. Since he was leaving with the others tonight, he spent all day giving you warnings and borderline nagging you about what to do while he was not here. It started out with just simple safety tips and what to do or not to do while he wasn’t here.

You could understand his concern but once you realized that it was never going to end, you were eager to get him out of the house if only to stop his incessant nagging.

But now that the others were waiting for him in the car outside and he was grabbing his bag, you were beginning to feel anxious about being alone. The last time Jongho wasn’t right beside you since he had a mission, you were almost kidnapped, and you didn’t want to find out what could happen if he was in another country.

A part of you knew everything was going to be okay, that once you made it one night on your own, you’d feel better. Besides, you had your dogs and Jongho even showed you the locations of all the hidden guns in the house in case of anything.

The other part of you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide there until he was back home. And you hated feeling this way.

“Be safe.” Jongho murmured against your lips just before he left and you nodded, delicately brushing his hair away from his face, “Come back home in one piece.”

With another kiss, you were waving goodbye before you shut the door, taking a few steps back until you came back to make sure it was locked. It was just your mind playing games on you, but the house seemed bigger, and the shadows seemed like they were moving.

Just to calm your nerves, you called the dogs to the living room, having them beside you while you watched some TV. They were completely calm and that made you relax slightly; if the beings with super hearing didn’t feel a problem, then why should you be so tense about it?

You ended up passing out with the three of them on the couch, cuddling with Skai as the other two were on your sides. Ever the empathetic dogs, they seemed to know you were somewhat on edge, even making Geon sit outside the bathroom so you’d hear him better if he barked.

You barely got any sleep that night, tossing and turning and practically jumping whenever you thought heard a single sound. And as the sun came up you realized that there was one thing you learnt spending your first night alone.

You did not want to be alone.

Which was exactly the reason you were knocking on Bongsoon's door in the morning, asking her if you could have breakfast together. She agreed without any complaints, the house was empty since her husband was also in Japan.

You felt remarkably more relaxed with her company, she was a horrible shot with a gun but at least she's been in this business for longer than you have.

Over breakfast, she told you all about how she was arranged in a marriage with Hongjoong and even confided in you about how she feels out of place in the mafia world. But unfortunately, she was born into it.

In a sense, you felt the same way; this kind of life wasn't for you, and it was abundantly clear. You had never taken the opportunity to think about how messed up all of this was in reality.

What would you do after everything was resolved? Date Jongho like a regular person? You had feelings for him, and you wanted to be by his side but for some reason you felt like when you eventually went back to your life, you could just look back to this like some crazy fever dream.

Would that even happen?

Would you be able to put this whole thing behind you permanently?

"(Y/N) you should know something." Bongsoon started, looking at her hands that were carefully placed in her lap.

"The negotiation with BtoB means that Ateez will end up in alliance with them which consequentially meaning that we'd be in alliance with Stray Kids too. Now that the deal is underway and hasn't been approved or denied means that Ateez and BtoB will be neutral parties until either happens." She explained.

"That means that if you wanted to make a break for it, now would be the best time."

Your brows furrowed, "What are you saying?"

"The stakes are still high. Ateez is hoping that this alliance will keep Stray Kids from killing you but there's still a chance that BtoB might reject it, in which case, there's no telling how long before Stray Kids manages to get their hands on you."

Even though she explained it as simply as she could, you were still confused and overwhelmed by the sudden avalanche of information. She was trying to tell you that there was never going to be a 100% chance that this was all going to blow over.

And that you could still lose your life now, but the probability was less if you tried to run now rather than later.

"I don't--I don't understand. Are you telling me to run away?"

Bongsoon swallowed thickly, "I've always felt guilty about you being here. You never asked for this and because of my mistakes, I ended up dragging you into this whole mess and I wish I could do something to correct it."

She reached over to grab one of your hands, holding it between both of hers, "It's ultimately your decision but if the deal falls apart, it's going to be safer for you if you leave before they return from Japan."

Before Jongho came back? Did they even know about any of this?

"And if I do choose to run away? What then? Will I ever be able to come back?"

"I don't know." She admitted.

"You don't know?! So, it's either always live on the run or stay here and be killed eventually?"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I wish I could do more to help but there's no way. Unless Stray Kids are eliminated there's really no telling what could happen. And that's something that Ateez won't be able to do."

Ever since meeting Bongsoon, you were put into a position where your life was one of the pawns on a chessboard and frankly it was driving you nuts. 'Why me?' was a question you often found yourself wondering.

Your hand went to the necklace around your neck; the only thing Jongho has ever given you and it was a tracker. The past months have been hell, with the constant fear.

You had never been a fighter growing up, never getting into any fights with other students since your parents were very strict about violence. Granted they were the ones who taught you how to shoot but it was very clear that it was just a sport.

But in the last month you had shot people, maybe even killed some of them and that was a tough pill to swallow.

"I'll think about it."

You didn't want to talk about it anymore, you didn't want to think about it but that was another thing that was ripped out of your control; you knew this conversation would be the only thing on your mind till the time you finally fell asleep.

You left her place soon after that, saying a brief goodbye before you were walking back home. No, not home: Jongho's house. This wasn't your home.

And the second you stepped through the door, you realized something was terribly wrong. The house you were expecting to be completely silent had loud barks echoing through the hallway.

Something had set the three of them off, they were howling madly at something, and you felt your stomach sink. For a few seconds, you were just frozen, unable to think about what to do. On one hand, you could just leave and tell Bongsoon but if there was someone armed in the house, there was no telling how long it would take for their patience to run out before they kill your dogs.

So, you took off your shoes and quietly padded through the halls to find the hidden gun that Jongho had stashed in the display case.

As quietly as you could, you went closer to the sounds of the dogs and held the gun between shaking hands. This wasn't where you wanted to be, you realized. There was no telling what would happen with each step closer, and you felt your eyes prick with tears.

One wrong step, one wrong move could have you dead. Maybe you were walking into a trap at the moment, and you'd be ambushed any moment. You didn't know how many people were here, you realized, and then you felt stupid for trying to confront them.

Heart racing, you stopped outside the entrance to the backyard, trying to listen in case you heard the intruder say anything. You looked down at the gun and felt grief in the pits of your stomach; you'd have to kill someone again.

With trembling fingers, you slowly clicked off the safety and exited the house, pointing the gun up at whatever the dogs were gathered around.

Which looked like an equally frightened raccoon.

The gun tumbled out of your hands and to the ground along with your body when your knees buckled, and you fell. Your heart was beating rapidly in your throat, and you could feel the breakfast you ate an hour ago crawling up.

You were clutching your shirt right above your chest, so overwhelmed that it felt like you were having a heart attack. The dogs, alerted by your panicked state trotted over to you, trying to comfort you the best you could as you gasped for breath.

It was too much.

The house, the people, the lifestyle. You couldn't take it anymore. Everything was suffocating you to the point you wished that you never existed. Your hands and feet were throbbing painfully with the lack of blood flow, and you were getting lightheaded.

You needed to get out of here.

***

Jongho stood in the shower, reliving what had happened in the last hour. Cold water was pouring over his head, but he could barely feel the chill, caught up in his thoughts.

He hadn't been particularly anxious or excited when he landed, sure he was happy to see you but all he wanted when he got home was a relaxing afternoon in your arms. And after the week they had, he more than deserved it.

He wasn't exactly going above the speed limit or filled with this immense excitement of seeing you, in the week apart he hadn't exactly felt that deep longing that was described in books and movies. Perhaps it had been because he was so busy. he hadn't gotten the opportunity.

But it wasn't like he wasn't looking forward to it, because he was. You had become such a regular part in his life, it felt weird not to wake up beside you and it took a while getting used to sleeping without the sounds of you or the dogs breathing.

The others had already gone to their own places, San hadn't even gotten on the plane back with them since he had a mission elsewhere and Hongjoong rode home with him. Right before they were about to part ways, Hongjoong insisted that he stop by to say hello to his wife before leaving.

Jongho had protested at first but then finally relented, seeing as how his hyung wasn't planning on letting him go home without seeing Bongsoon. Which didn't even make any sense, didn't married couples want to spend more time together and have some sort of dramatic reunion?

The guilty face was the first thing he found out of the ordinary, his noona was staring at him with a remorseful expression and he found himself wondering just what he had walked into.

"Jongho....there's something you need to know."

With each word that came out her mouth, his heart sank lower and lower until it finally disappeared into that growing pit in his stomach. Hongjoong had tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his shoulder, but he was quick to shrug out of it.

He didn't even meet their eyes when he told them he had to go and take a shower.

When he entered the house, he wandered through it like a zombie, heading straight for the bathroom without bothering to look through the bedroom. He heard deafening silence as soon as he entered and his heart sunk, knowing that the dogs weren't there anymore.

Through the glass doors of the shower, he caught his own reflection in the mirror and his eyes zeroed in on the marks you had left on his neck and chest. They still hadn't faded.

He glanced down at the chain in his hand, the turtle charm dangling from his palm. He must have forgotten to set it aside before he entered the shower.

Suddenly, all the longing hit him at once, feeling like a painful punch to the gut.

One tear fell.

And then the rest.

No one was in the house to hear Jongho soft sobs echo through the empty halls.

***

It had been two months.

Two months since you frantically showed up at Jaemin's house, telling him to look after Geon, Killeo and Skai while you had to do something. You told him that you'd be leaving town for a while and completely freaked him out with the way you were behaving.

It had taken a lot of begging and crying for him to stop asking questions and then you disappeared.

You lived in your parent’s summer home for a month before flying out to see them. You had lied and told them you were taking a semester off, telling them that you had gotten into a car accident and wanted to just relax for a while.

They believed you, knowing that you wouldn't have taken a huge break unless you had to.

It was better than you expected, you spent a lot of time with your parents, working with your father on his garden and with your mother in the kitchen. Of course, it got boring at times when you had nothing to do but lounge on the couch and even though you didn't mean to, often you found yourself wondering about Jongho.

A part of you was sad that you didn't get to tell him anything, you regretted not seeing him one last time at least and getting some closure but you also knew it was probably for the best.

You hadn't contacted anyone from back home yet, only the university to tell them you'd be taking some time off due to urgent circumstances. You wondered about Jaemin and Renjun, the way you had said goodbye no doubt made them panic and you felt guilty about leaving your pets with them.

And what about your three babies? You missed them dearly.

You knew this wouldn't hold up forever, you would only be able to lounge around for another month at most and then your parents would demand that you go back to university. Would you be able to? If Ateez handled the problem, then would they even be able to find you?

Those questions would answer themselves sooner than you expected.

The day was as mundane as ever. You had woken up late and groggily stumbled from your room, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas to go and lay down on the sofa, switching on the tv to watch the new show you were binging.

Your mother gave you breakfast, and you smiled at her; if you had been back at university breakfast would have been choked down on the way to the bus stop while you tried to get kibble out of your shoe that you accidentally dropped. You missed living with your parents and ended up treasuring these small things more than you realized.

Around lunch time, just as you were trying to decide between going out for a walk or taking a nap, your father came to the living room.

"(Y/N) someone's at the door for you."

You froze.

Is this the part where you die? Oh god, what about your parents? Would they spare your parents who had no idea of all of this?

"Who?"

He just shrugged, pointing at the hall, "I don't know, some Bongsoon, says she's Hong-something's wife. Are your friends already married?"

This was a conversation; you really didn't have time for. Feeling like you were walking into a trap, you cautiously stepped towards the front door and when you opened it, you were surprised to see that your dad was right. Bongsoon stood in front of you, looking like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Whoa--What's going on?" You asked and bit your tongue when he eyes watered. She looked more put together while drunk but her hair was a mess and her skin seemed to have lost the glow it usually had.

Instead of her usual classy clothes and shoes, she was wearing a pair of sneakers and loose-fitting clothes. You could see her unkempt and tangled hair underneath a cap and a facemask was tucked underneath her chin. She looked like you had when you had rushed to the airport after leaving.

Bongsoon tried to hold herself together, but it seemed like all she could do was quieten her cries as tears began streaming down her face. You stayed by the door, unsure of what to do or why she was even here.

"(Y/N), I need your help."

Your brows furrowed together, "What do you mean?"

"(Y/N), the deal with BtoB. We were ambushed. They took them, everyone, and in a couple days they're gonna kill them. Some of our men even turned on us. I don't have anyone else to ask except you."

"What good can I do?"

"I know where they're holding them. They're waiting for their leader to come back to the country before they kill them. We need to ambush them first. I need your skills as a shooter."

Your eyes widened and you took a step back, grasping the handle of the door and ready to slam it in her face. She reacted fast, holding the door open and the look in her eyes turned a little panicked.

"(Y/N) please! I know I'm selfish for asking this. I know I'm the worst for asking you to come back here and for you to be a part of this, but I can't trust anyone. If we don't do something in the next three days, everyone will die." She wept, trying to wipe her tears on the sleeve of her jacket.

Your heart stuttered at that. Everyone from Ateez would die. Jongho would be killed.

You wanted to be selfish, you wanted to close the door and pretend like this had never happened. All this while, whenever you had held a gun in your hands or even thought about participating, you were filled with dread and guilt.

Now you were feeling the same way about trying to refuse this.

You didn't have the time to think about it, in three days Jongho's head would be on a chopping block and you just knew in your bones that if you were sitting on your couch while it happened, you would never forgive yourself.

You sighed grimly, accepting defeat, "What do I have to do?"

***

After landing, the two of you embarked upon your mission together. You spent the next day in her house, coming up with a plan and then finding the weapons that Hongjoong had stashed around the house.

You practiced with a rifle that reloaded on its own and trying to shoot in different positions at moving targets while Bongsoon who was just an amateur just tried to shoot a regular gun at a target.

It took a while for both of you to become comfortable but with your teaching, she was able to pick up fast. You didn't have time to waste on incompetency anyway.

Bongsoon told you that Ateez were being held at a warehouse in BtoB territory at the other side of town. Her plan was to have you set up on a neighbouring rooftop and ready to shoot them.

One problem was that there was a part of the warehouse that wasn't exposed to your line of sight. Which meant that she would have to go inside and take care of them herself. You didn't like that idea but really, what choice did you have? It was the two of you against the rest of them. You just hoped that she knew was she was doing.

Another problem was that all the members weren't here yet. They'd show up eventually after dark for Ateez's "execution" but until then you'd have to wait. If there was one thing you knew about this life was that if you cut one head, another was to grow in its place.

This wouldn't end unless you severed all the heads at one.

You concealed the rifle in a violin case and you both even took the public bus there, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. You both arrived there while the sun was still high, none of members were outside.

You both snuck onto the roof and began setting up, before waiting for dark to come. It felt like it couldn't come sooner but with each second that ticked by the anxiety in your stomach began growing.

When the sun began setting, you started praying to anyone who might be listening for this to work.

And then finally, it was dark. The black sky cast shade over everything, and the warehouse was concealed due to the lack of streetlights. Eventually, you both heard the cars and peeked over the ledge to see large black cars pull up to the location. A couple members exited from each car before entering.

You took a deep breath and spared a glance at Bongsoon. She gave you the most reassuring smile she could manage before holding your hands in a shaky grip.

"Whatever happens. I just want to thank you for everything." She whispered, "If anything goes wrong, I want you to hide your face, shoot everyone that stands in your way and get the hell out of here."

You nodded, acting like you understood but it was likely that if something went wrong, you'd be killed before you even made it back on the ground. At this point, you were just glad that you said a proper goodbye to your parents.

You watched Bongsoon sneak behind the warehouse with a gun in her hands and even after she disappeared from your vision you could hear her shallow breaths through the earpiece, she had given you. It was what she would use to give you the signal to shoot.

You glanced at the open windows, counting each man that you could see. You had a little visual access to Ateez where you saw them chained and kneeling. You hoped they weren't hurt too badly.

The more you waited the more anxious you got. What if you couldn't hear her? What if she got ambushed before giving you the signal? What if one of the members got shot in the crossfire?

Your head was filling up with scenarios, each more plausible than the last until you finally heard her signal and the finger that you had been resting on the trigger twitched before you heard the shot ring out and the window shatter.

Your heart was still beating madly in your chest, like whenever you had to give a presentation or speak to a professor or the dean, but it was like your precision had never been better. You didn't hesitate like you did before, you didn't recheck your shots to make sure they had landed.

You had the calculation of a mafia member and that both terrified and excited you.

You noticed Bongsoon fighting off one of the members before shooting him and you shot another one right behind him. Before long she told you that there was no one else standing and that you had won.

You practically collapsed from relief, rechecking the outside to make sure no one else was there before unloading the gun and running out of the building to meet her inside.

The second you entered you were enveloped in a hug. Bongsoon squeezed you tightly, giggling in your ear as she whispered praises and ‘thank you’s. You held her for a while before she went to her husband’s side.

The others smiled at you, helping each other get up and your eyes scanned over them before landing on the familiar red head and it was like the world stopped. Everything had solved itself in the moment you locked eyes with Jongho, and you felt so relieved and happy that you had been here.

Jongho looked a little beat up, but he was standing and that was all that mattered. You thought he'd be upset, angry even but his eyes told you a thousand things he'd never even be able to put into words. He was relieved to see you here too and the smallest smile pulled on his face.

Everyone watched between you two, expecting a dramatic couple’s reunion where you jumped into his arms and kissed like a cheesy movie.

You were more than surprised when you were caught in a hug by another man.

"Oh my god, 16!" San cried out, spinning you around in a hug, "I knew you'd come for me! Actually, I didn't, it's weird that you're here but I just knew we made a connection that day! And now you've saved my life!"

"You two know each other?"

"We met while we were waiting for our connecting flights a couple months ago." San explained, finally setting you down and you pushed his arms off you, but he quickly pulled you into a side hug, "My little friend here was so depressed because of some boyfriend she broke up with and we had a heart to heart."

"Um, San?" You spoke up from where you were trapped underneath his arm, "You know that boyfriend I was talking about?"

"Uh huh, poor guy really to lose such a great catch like you."

"He's standing right in front of you."

And everyone chuckled as San's expression dropped when Jongho raised his hand like the teacher was calling on him with the most unamused look on his face. San's arm loosened around you, and you immediately went to Jongho's arms, sighing in content when he hugged you tightly.

"That actually makes more sense."

***

You both groaned in unison as Jongho rolled his hips against you. The sheets pulled around the two of you was the reason that rivulets of sweat were rolling down your sides and down his back but something about it made this feel more intimate.

Or maybe it was the way he was pressing your intertwined hands to the mattress, kissing your lips with each thrust. Your orgasm built slowly, the tension in your lower stomach tightening gently.

Jongho pulled away from the kiss to mark down your neck and to your breasts, tongue laving over the marks he had left a couple rounds ago.

Jongho felt your fluttering walls tighten around him and groaned, "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I'm so close." You whispered and he picked up the pace a little, wanting to go over the edge with you and you moaned, tightening your grip on his hands.

"Cum with me." He murmured, kissing you again and you moaned into his mouth as you finally collapsed over the edge, seeing stars as you felt him fill you up.

His hands let go of yours and he fell on top of you, burying his head in your neck and your arms wrapped around his shoulder. You were both drenched in sweat and you'd no doubt have to change the sheets but for now you just wanted to lay here with him.

He lifted his head in concern when you heard you sniffle and felt your chest move up and down as you tried to control a sob, "Did I hurt you? Why are you crying?"

"I missed you so much." You confessed, ask tears streamed down your cheeks from all the emotions you felt in the last hour. You were unsure that your heart could actually handle the amount of love you had for me.

The expression on his face softened and he leaned up to kiss you soundly, wiping away the tears and even chuckling when you sobbed a little pathetically against his mouth.

"I missed you too. Never leave me like that again." He whispered, peppering kisses over your wet cheeks.

You shook your head, gently running your thumbs over his cheekbones, tearing up again from just how much you were in love with this man, "I won't. I love you too much for that."

***

"(Y/N) (L/N)!"

You couldn't help the wide grin on your face as your friends exploded into cheers as you walked on the stage to receive your diploma. Jaemin was screaming his lungs out, just as you had done when he was called.

You smiled shyly at Ateez that were clapping for you before stealing a glance at your boyfriend. Jongho was beaming with pride, and it had your heart fluttering in your chest. After taking a picture with the dean while she teased you about having quite the fan club you descended the stage to meet up with them.

Jaemin caught you in a hug first, bonking his graduation cap against your head and you laughed before turning to the rest of them. Jongho smiled sweetly at you, handing you a bouquet of flowers and you hugged him as a thank you.

"I'm really proud of you, baby." He murmured just as you sat down, and you smiled at him before intertwining your fingers.

"Me too, baby." Jaemin called out and you laughed at the irritated expression that crossed his face. Ever since you had introduced your boyfriend to your best friend, he realized that Jongho was easy to make jealous and was also quite funny when irritated, like Renjun.

You managed to distract Jaemin from trying to piss him off even more when you noticed it was going to be Renjun's turn next. You both cleared your throats, waiting eagerly for his name to get called out before you launched to your feet, screaming and hollering so hard that your throat would be sore.

("Bet she never screams your name that way.": Wooyoung)

"THAT'S MY SON!" You both screamed and as embarrassing as it was for you it was all worth it when you saw his face turn red as he bowed his head in apology before stomping over to the two of you to smack you.

As you all were leaving the school, you quickly rushed over to Jongho's car and pulled out your gift to the boys.

"In honour of our graduation, let's get drunk tonight." You smiled, holding out the bottle of vodka and they grinned wide, cheering loudly. You spared a glance at Jongho and felt kind of bad actually, he always looked so lost whenever the three of you were together.

"I don't know how much I like the idea of you getting drunk with two guys who are not me." He muttered in your ear just as you were parting with them, promising to meet up in a couple of hours after you had lunch with your parents that were flying in this afternoon.

"Don't worry, they're not men. They're like little chihuahuas." You giggled and he have you an unimpressed frown.

"You pretty much said the same thing about me."

"I said you were a guard dog, meaning you'd eat tiny babies like them for breakfast."

He still frowned, knowing you'd break with those adorable pouty lips and begging eyes and while your heart did flutter, and it took you every ounce of self-control to keep your ovaries from doing loops.

You reached across the centre console to place a kiss on the corner of lips, quite literally kissing the frown off his face before whispering something in his ear that had him smirking.

"Play nice and you can eat me for breakfast instead."

*Chi-maek -- Chicken and beer

*Hui jia-- Go home

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