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  • tarosmilkteatales
    26.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    [ a beautiful dream ]

    gn!reader x chosen ones!jangjun/golcha . (unrequited tho.. yikes)

    magic au (insinuated) ! (word count: 100+)

    WARNINGS: angst, open ending, beginnings of heartache.

    this is past 2am rambles…. hope you enjoy <3

    It was strange to see how his heart belonged to another — to realize that he’d fallen for another months ago, and you’d just been too in denial, too enamored with the fairytale-like glow he often had. That all the things you thought were something, were nothing more than him being kind — nothing more than him being your friend.

    How silly, you thought, your heart aching a bit, how silly of me to fantasize of such a fate beside a Chosen One - especially the one with such a warm gaze and stubborn heart.

    After you sneak in to watch their practice, you begin to notice them; the adoring gaze, the softening tone, the gentle teasing, the worry during their small, five minute breaks — every little thing that gave away Jangjun’s heart belonging to his teammate.

    Every little thing that you should’ve noticed months ago - the things that made you realize that his heart ever being yours was nothing more than just a beautiful dream.

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  • bigtittyncity
    26.09.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Yuta

    love spell part [2]

    | genre | - supernatural, fluff, angst [good boy turned bad Yuta x nerdy reader]

    | summary | - angered and heartbroken by how Yuta embarrassed you in front of the whole school. You conjured up a love spell to make him worship you versus how you use to worship him.

    | inspiration | - movies including The Craft, Shes All That, and Carrie

    | warnings | - swearing, witchcraft and all that jazz

    | information | - using a lot of Latin when dealing with casting chants/spells and all that. ( read that it’s common to find in witchcraft books), Use of the word AP meaning a high school course that is counted as a college credit at the end of the year with an exam, mentions of blood and somewhat self harm

    | word count | - 6.3k words

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    time truly does fly when you’re having fun. For Nakamoto Yuta that was sure as hell being true.

    Since the little stunt, he pulled into the cafeteria alongside the help of his soccer buddies. He had been living a Teenage Dream. Going out every night with friends, staying out till 1am, hitting it off with so many girls, and even getting lucky with some, having perfect grades, and scoring goals in soccer for his team

    He really had achieved the American dream so sought after by many foreign friends visiting for resigning here. Well, at least a less glamorized version due to him still being in high school.

    The only downside to this fantasy he was residing in, was that for two-three weeks he had to endure after-school detention with a couple of his soccer buddies. The main reason why Yuta had gotten in trouble and was forced into detention was the fact that; He lied about renting the stage in the cafeteria for a crude joke and not an actual school activity/meeting. The other reason being that he was trying to seduce a student on school grounds. which went Against the school’s guidelines written in the handbook he barely read.

    Other than that you could say that Yuta was living it up.

    While you on the other hand fell into a deep depressive hole

    In a cruel twist of fate, you were the only one suspended from the fiasco because to the school board you were the only individual fully participating in the escapade that was occurring prior to the curtain being drawn.

    The patriarchy had done it again meaning for a month as a half you were suspended from school losing all the extracurricular activities you prided yourself on. Not being to step foot on campus and see faculty and a small group of friends. However, this still meant that classwork had to be completed. Yet the only resource that the school provided was the library. The Library at your school also doubles as a community library meaning it’s access to all the public including you with your suspension.

    With this imprisonment given to you by your brainless school, you were forced into seclusion. With no extracurriculars and not physically being able to do anything but schoolwork and chores. ( Chores given to you as a reinforcement but mostly punishment by your parents for getting into this situation.) Thus combined with the banishment from hanging with maybe some of the only friends left in your miserable life. The downhill slope had arrived with the whole Yuta fiasco and the serving of your sentence to hell.

    It was no wonder that the words Mentally present and stable were not in your vocabulary. The routine you abided by was :

    waking up at 7am in the morning lie you would normally do for school. Except for the fact you skip a whole bunch of steps like getting your backpack and eating breakfast. Not even changing out of your previous night ( maybe days ) clothes to launch your mundane day.

    getting started on all your classwork and having completed it in 2 hours or less, due to your fast work nature and small bursts of energy you have when being a part of a normal teenage life routine.

    The next task would be doing chores. Which would mostly take a 1 hour; (once again being efficient was your forte.) Following soon after your so-called punishment you then began to spend the entire rest of the day in bed. Wallowing and sobbing under the sheets of your bed over the fact that your life had come to this.

    After all the sobbing, passing out was the only option as all the tears you shed had fled all the energy you had out of your body. As well as all the love in your heart you had for the once-beloved Yuta.

    He had hurt you more than anyone had ever done so before. To have him pretend to show interest in you, creating fake feelings between you both hurt you tremendously.

    Sure you didn’t know him that well in general and it seemed silly warding your tears for a man who you had abandoned you when you put so much effort into helping him out. Just for him to turn around and be an example of a typical male in the end. But the thing that hurt you the most was that he made a fool out of you in front of the entire student body. Also ruining your chance of getting valedictorian and other awards because of this mishap taking you away from what really mattered to you. Which he knew when y’all were studying together that having an elite title school mattered to you.

    One day after following your daily prison-esque routine, you find yourself doing something out of the current norm, you were watching a movie. Normally you’d be clocked out from all the tears that left your body. Somehow you found yourself watching a horror-ish movie after mindlessly scrolling for about 20 minutes.

    The plot followed a somewhat stereotypical outsider seen completely absent from all the ins and outs at her high school but she had a secret. Her secret being that she was a witch and so because of the anger by a scandal that had spread around school leaned in and focused her energies on witchcraft.

    Something stirred you as the storyline progressed you see the girl was embarrassed and humiliated because she was made out to seem as so she had sex with the main love interest she first met. Watching as your own tears started to burn down your cheeks as your found yourself crying in relation to the girl. She then goes and visits her library and small oddity shops after finding out her powers.

    Tears on your face are somewhat wet and steaming as you realize that your body is getting hotter and hotter as each seven from the film keeps playing until the next thing you know you’re screaming at the TV. That sounding that of a loud banshee and feeling the sweltering heat. Finally not ignoring this madness any longer your eyes fall down to see you are starting to have flames ignite from your feet.

    Fear washes over you as your keep screaming under the confusion and horror that’s happening to your body. Hastily running from your room to your conjoined bathroom and immediately grasp the shower handle and spring it on and feeling icy cold water hit your skin.

    Throwing yourself into the shower, the water douses your body out like it would to a normal flame. The screaming finally stops as it dries down to a whisper and monotone screaming, then eventually silence as the water blades strongly on your body. Drenching your and your fully clothed self in the immersion.

    Slowly you slump to the floor and pulling your legs up against your chest as your brain tries to process the event that happened in the past ten minutes. You question why in the hell did you catch on fire, there was nothing that could’ve ignited a spark in your room. Even if you did have an electrical fire from the TV it wouldn’t have reached you on your bed that quickly.

    This Pondering turns into a whole hour as your clothes get heavier with the impending water hitting your body. As well as the time on the clock, roughly staying in the shower around an hour. trying to come up with any logical explanation to the madness that had insured. Eventually turning the knob off as you come to the realization that :

    The movie made you crazy

    seeing the protagonist have something negative traumatize her she was reborn into the new light of witchcraft and all that the supernatural work had to offer to a young woman in pain.

    With this realization, your mind starts to wonder if that’s what energy and power you possess. This meaning you quickly strip yourself of your completely drenched clothing and grabbing the nearest towel and drying yourself mostly off and running into your bedroom.

    Grabbing the 1st pair of clothes you see in a pile; albeit they were clean and just a pile of clean clothes your mother had washed for you. Slipping it on and over your body not caring about anything else. Bending down and grabbing your shoes and sliding them on as quickly as possible. Looking over and grabbing the tv remote and turning the movie off, and as well as snatching your phone off your bed. Flinging yourself out of your room and down the stairs. Reaching the living room and eventually, the entryway you see the car keys you have barely touched since your incident as well as a notepad and pen. Quickly clicking the pen to scratch down a note for your parents who were at work at this time.

    going to the library, having to get some extra books for a class, will be back whenever I can. I have my phone and house keys on me.
    from your daughter y/n

    Quickly you toss the note and pen down in replacement for your keys and walk towards the front door. Turning the knob open and then swiftly locking it as you flung your body out the door.

    Running your body out to your car, your eyes trying to get adjusted to the daylight that you have not dared to view in the past couple of weeks. Pressing the buttons on your car to unlock the car your latch your hand on the handle, yanking it open. Throwing yourself in the driver’s seat. then swiftly closing the door behind you as your toss your phone on the passenger seat and clicking the seatbelt in. Putting the key and turning the ignition as you quickly reverse and then pull out of your driveway. Eventually driving to the library with the one thing on your mind :

    Getting your hands on one of those occult books and seeing if you do indeed possess the abilities that of a witch.

    Pulling up to the building you so greatly despise was difficult but the only thing that was keeping you going was the thoughts clouding your mind and the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Parking as yuh take a deep breath you look to your right and see your phone and grab it and then looking further down and seeing a pair of sunglasses. Swiftly snatching them to cover your eyes, while you were here you didn’t want anyone to recognize you. Luckily as well you throw on an oversized hoodie to even more hide your identity.

    Sighing deeply as you open the car door and unfasten your seat belt each with one hand. Slowly sliding yourself out of the restraint and out the door; Closing it with the back and side of your body. After hearing the clasp of it going back into its normal position you press the button down to lock the car.

    Walking up to the building you feel a bundle of nerves hitting you all at once, luckily there weren’t a lot of people here today on a weekday afternoon. Pulling open the front door you notice some wandering kids roaming the halls as you turn to go up to the stairwell that led straight into the library.

    Climbing up the steps and reaching the second floor you pull yourself up to the door, pushing down on the handle to open it. Walking in yuh felt a sense of calmness rush over your anxious-ridden self, as much as you were hating being in school again. The library had always been there for you. Ever since you were younger you found yourself infatuated with the gaining of knowledge through reading. Reading all kinds of skills as well as enjoyment as books we’re somewhat of an escape for you.

    Quickly going to the computer your type in your library ID and check yourself in. As you do that you are also scanning your surroundings looking at the crowd in the library most of them were people in school staying for study hall. Then the other half of the crowd was a range of young children picking out new books, to the elderly enjoying a relatively quiet read.

    Swiftly you last by some of your peers in your not so clever disguise and find your way all the way to the back of the library; to which you knew your way around because of the assistant job. All the way in the back was the section that was restricted for individuals over the age of 18. As some of the material was deemed too graphic and disturbing to be put up front for display. The section included that of steamy romance novels, tragedies in history, history of crime, and all that as well as some stuff into the occult and supernatural. The last section had material donated by an older shop in town that closed mysteriously after the owner vanquished.

    Besides that, you make your way into the areas and grab all the witchy kinds of books your eyes spot and your arms can hold. Hauling ass all the way up to the front to quickly check out these new reads and do’s. After a quick hello and even quicker goodbye, by the librarian, you grasp your books tightly and head back the way you came in through the library. Making sure your go down carefully in the stairwell and on the way outside. Speed walking outside as you carry your books in both hands with a stack as high as your face is, you set them on the top of your car and quickly opened them, placing them inside and buckling them so they’re not to fly all around the car and get damaged.

    When you arrive home you swiftly get out of the car and run to the other side to take the books out of your car quickly locking it wafted closing the door with your backside. Then running up to the front door like a madman waiting to throw yourself in the arts of magic and witchcraft and becoming a better individual. Twisting the key into the lock you squeal in excitement, the first time that’s happened for you since the banishment, and thrust yourself into your home and see your parents haven’t made it back yet. With a shrug of your shoulders, you bolt upstairs to your chambers and throw yourself on the bed careful as to not damage the books. Getting situated on your bed and you rip the cover page open and immerse yourself in the literature.

    Over the next couple of days/week, you find yourself still completing your daily tasks yet having some trouble with the magic and witchcraft. Until one day you were taking a break from all the learning of powers and such, and enjoying some TV. You had turned on the local news channel to see what’s been happening in the community and then it hits you. You see him

    Yuta’s face was plastered over the television as his soccer team and he had been sent on to the finals of the district-wide tournament (which had never been achieved before in the history of your town). His teammates passed him the ball and he scored the winning goal. After scoring such a goal, the local news crew grabbed him and asked him “ so Yuta Nakamoto, only a few three months after coming to our town you became this hot commodity in soccer. Yet the people want to know, how did you adapt so quickly to this culture shock and manage to become the soccer star we so dearly love and admire today? “

    “ well it was hard at first; I was a new and shy international student with nothing going for me but experiencing my time here in this beautiful town but I got inspired by an individual who helped me blend into this culture” he confesses into the microphone that was firmly grasped in the reporter’s hand. Saying it all with a sweet smile as the cameraman zoomed in on the action which highlighted his god-sickening features that were illuminated by the station's lights and sweat from the soccer match.

    “ Might I ask who this person is, that inspired you to take on this path of being a successful soccer star in our little community? “ the bright-eyed reporter looks at him then at the camera. In your head, you feel like maybe there’s some decency in his head to mention you. As you were one of the only people helping him out.

    “ They’re a really kind and honest person who has helped me out in so many ways that words don’t do any justice… “ he pauses and turns directly to face the camera looking into the screen and as if by magic he mocks you with muttering the name “ It’s my good friend Sungchan, apart of this team and my life “ he then quickly bends backward-pointing him out on the field to the reporter.

    The subtle shade to you on television makes your blood start to boil how dare he lie about Jung Sungchan helping him out more than you did. Sungchan was a popular student at your local high school, every girl wanted to date him and guys wanted to be him. He wasn’t necessarily bad just caught up in the moment of being an athlete and popular.

    From this momentary anger, you furiously flip the pages in one of your books to a basic levitation spell and have the images of Yuta on the television coursing through your mind. While chanting some mystic phrase as you sat cross-crossed on the floor clenching the book with one hand. The other hand’s fingers digging into your palm drawing small amounts of blood “ totis viribus mentis et passionis per sanguinem meum erigat te plus quam quisquam mortalium potuit { with all the strength of mind and passion coursing through my blood lift thyself up more that any mere mortal could }. “As you focus your energies you start to feel a lighter presence on your feet that were stationed under your legs. Also feeling as if you're not sitting on such a hard surface till your eyes glaze down and you realize you are actually off the ground floating in the middle of the living room. Thankfully your parents were both at work and couldn’t see your spellbound self.

    Squealing at this accomplishment you’ve made you realize that your fuel to become more smitten and accurate with your witchcraft you have to focus all of your energies on the passion behind the spell. Slowly you descend your way down back onto the floor and from there you unclench your hand and see the indentation from your nails and the small splotches of blood that accompany it. Once you land you start to reread that which you didn’t understand at first and take this knowledge into action.

    With this revelation, over the next remaining weeks, your mind grows smarter and stronger in your powers of the macabre and dark side of society.

    This also your personality changes with the powers you’ve amassed. Tied to your lookout for how your high school and future life experience will go. Once a meek pushover and overachiever has become into the daughter reborn into the powers of the blood moon and harvest said talents for the betterment of society. As well as revenge onto those who have wronged you

    Since personality change, a physical change occurred with the help of your skills in the dark arts. The vision that you once had to have help with in the form of contacts and glasses corrected, breakouts and sallowness in the skin due to stress and hormones cleared, body parts still developing at an irregular rate. That as well as your ability to present yourself stylishly and with a flawless base and new hairdo. A whole new look for you designed to make you the better and more powerful version of a teenage girl you’ll ever meet.

    With all that change your prison sentence, ‘somehow as if by magic’ got reduced by a couple of days. Thus allowing you to return a whole three days earlier and get a new schedule to coincide with your plan. This plan was to let yourself be known as a figure of power and that you don’t let nobody fuck with you no longer. As well as the fact that you might cause a little scene in one of the soccer matches. Slowly you count down the days until you’re known as a force to be reckoned with you.

    The day of reckoning finally arrives, pulling up to your parking spot you notice that you’ve gotten here surprisingly late compared to your previous self who was always on time and even early.Signing you turn the key in your ignition off and pull down your mirror doing a quick double-take at your face. Staring into your soul it seems like and smiling at your appearance.

    You are who you’ve always wanted to be ………………. just with a little bit of an upgrade

    Quickly you prop the mirror back up and unbuckle yourself but slipping your backpack on over your shoulders. Then, placing your hand on the door to open it as your keys are in the other hand. Pushing open the door and springing forwards to the dawn of a new era for Y/N.

    Stepping out towards the front of the building you pull open on the door and lift it open wafting in the scent of the place you remember so fondly. Shakily you put one foot forward through the door and March yourself further inside. Making a quick turn to the attendance office to check yourself in, the woman gives you a confused face as she sees your name and sees your new look. She then hands you a slip of paper with your schedule printed. She announces to you it’s lunch time, specifically the lunch time where it all happened a month and a half ago.

    Thus and idea branches in your mind you’d make your grand entrance to the school showing the new you. You halfly smile at the lady and walk off they’ll the side and go up the stairs noticing the crowd of students eating and socializing during lunch period. Once ascending to the top of the stairs you gain a bird’s eye view to spot him in the cafeteria, Yuta had lunch along with a majority of his soccer pals during this period.

    Sharply with your new abilities you spot him instantly, taking him in he’s grown rather muscular since the last time you saw him he’s also sporting a new look of sporty attire. He’s surrounded by some of his teammates but also the accompaniment of a girl. Giggling you can see at his jokes and those of his peers, she’s a leech to him, and a small Boulder in your path to redemption.

    Raising your fingers and pointing it in the area she’s in, chanting the sacred language of witchcraft to evidently move her from the scene “ gressus in via molesta est, non iam obest cum gressus fio. verba mea transfer in te; ut possit esse ubi i esse.{ a step in the path is a bother, no longer an obstacle when i become the step. transfer my words into actions into thee; so that I can be where i need to be } ” with your flick of the wrist you feel your soul send down to the floor, and possessing that foolish girl into bidding goodbye to Yuta and the others, making up a lie about having to be in class. They all turn heads as the girl had been sitting with them at lunch for the past couple weeks now.

    Slightly you giggle at their turned heads yet continue on with your plan, once seeing that the girl is out of range you turn your wrist towards the Janitorial closet and send her in that direction and swiftly lock the door behind her. Then releasing your claim on her you focus on your scheme, all the individuals of Lunch had only just started to fill in and get situated so why not start it off with a bang. You raise your hand up again cross your index and middle finger and open your mouth to spew out “ ubi ego illic esse debeo, tamen cur hic sum. corpus meum cito fac, ut possim ostendere. { where I need to be is over there, yet why I am i still standing here. move my body quickly do, so that I can go on with my show. } “

    Suddenly your body is flung into the main entrance of the cafeteria and quickly catch your balance as you have been working on teleportation spells very finicky. Suddenly you hear the loud chattering of the cafeteria die down to a whisper as you realize people are staring at you. Trying to pinpoint who this person is with whispers of “ Who is she, I’ve never seen this girl in my life ? “ “ Holy shit, who’s that hot goth chick!! “ “ Why does she look so familiar yet not at the exact same time?“ “ Who is this freak in black causing all this commotion? “

    Suddenly though all the commotion a familiar face strides up against you and offer you his hand offering you a soft smile “ Hey follow me all these people are a bit imitating when you’re new……especially when you’re as gorgeous as you are “ hearing that distinct tone of words leave his lips you glance to meet his familiar pair of sharp brown eyes . He looks just as good as when you first met him and last cursed at him.

    Obviously his words make you blush as you look down and notice his hand reaching out to take yours, you slightly push away his and replay your plan in your head. Taking in his words, of thinking you were new student, you cousin work with that. Slightly you scoff giving him a playful grin “ I’m not some damsel in distress Mr. Hotshot….but I would like a place to sit at lunch “ Your boldness earns a deep chuckle from him as he pulls his hand down and lets your step down the step to guide you to his table, passing by onlookers with a proud smile .

    Reaching his table you notice that some of his friends had managed to make the table look a little more presentable and not that of a dump. He than allows you to sit down first at the attached bench at the table and then he does a quick walk around you so you’re sitting in the end and he’s next to none other than Jung Sungchan, who then asks you puzzled, “ so how did you manage to get an entire full lunch period to get quiet for about 3 minutes without having their being a faculty member or emergency present ? “

    You laugh softly at his joke and point your face to talk to him past Yuta “ To be frank, I have no idea but I kinda like that I did…gives you such a power rush…you know?“ you say looking into his eyes softly capturing the deer, Sungchan, in headlights.

    He chuckles at your joke a little more enthusiastically than you did, nodding his wand in response to your question. He then reaches his hand out to you “ I’m so sorry I just realized that I never told you my name…. It’s Jung Sung-“ he then gets his hand pushed out of the way by a larger body…. Yutas that is. Yuta then steals your free hand you’re leaning out to shake with Sungchan and slides his hand intertwined with yours like a snake suffocating its prey. “ But doll please excuse my petulance, my name’s Nakamoto Yuta “ he says with a flair to his voice and softly squeezes your hand before he lets go.

    Noticing Sungchan roll his eyes to the back of Yuta and then pushes his body out of the way to shake your hand again “ before the lion pounced on you… what I was saying is my name is Jung Sungchan… and you are? “. Giggling at the embarrassment that Yuta got hit with, you quickly clear your throat to say “ it’s { insert a fake name that sounds similar to real first and last name } “ ending the sentence with a smile.

    Over the next twenty minutes of the lunch period you’re almost interviewed by all the people there asking you about your life, your style, why you moved to the school. Why you came in at lunch time.All lies it being, nevertheless you proceeded on with your facade until the dreadful bell rings signaling that lunch wasn’t over and it was time to head to this class.

    Swiftly you get out of your seat and pull out your new ‘Schedule’ you were sent in the mail and look at the class afterwards, AP Calculus, once you see the two boys you were talking to primarily get up you show the schedule to them “ Do either of you know where this class is, the person giving me the tour of the school didn’t explain Jack-shit to me “ they simultaneously cackle at you slight anger

    Yuta takes the paper out of your hand “ First off you have AP Calc with me and Channie next so we will all just walk together ….“ he pauses before he gets interrupted by Sungchan “ Second the person who used to give the tours is kinda Missing right now so they had to replace her with someone else “ he silently says as he starts to drag you and Yuta towards the exit and direction of class.

    In your head you know why he said that, you used to give the school tours and were actually good at helping the students out no matter the length of time it took “ what do you mean she’s missing? “ you ask coyly trying to peek through their thoughts and if they have any regrets about what they did to you.

    Yuta softly sighs as Sungchan takes control of the conversation. If you actually were a new person and not the victim of this tale, you would see some nerves in Yuta’s actions as he walks alongside you and Sungchan who quickly chimes in saying “ Basically she did something to where she embarrassed herself in front of the whole school by public display of her body and she got expelled or some shit…I don’t know for sure?!“ he shrugs as the three of you start to near the mathematics hallway.

    Yuta then whispers something to Sungchan under his breath and leans it up to his ear “ more like she was desperate for this dick “ he then pulls away snickering and Sungchan gives him a small crack of a smile but covers it quickly with a hit to the side of his shoulder and hand to cover his mouth.

    Hearing those words uttered from his lips causes anger to surge inside of you.Stopping in front of the door to the classroom, your jaw locking in place, hands clenching into a fist with your nails digging into your palm. Collecting yourself quickly you devise a plan to fix this mess once and for all but first some small steps needed to be fixed.

    Turning to face the two boys you had been chatting with this entire walk you put on a smiley facade and sweetly say “ If you two don’t mind I’m gonna introduce myself to the teacher first and I have to hit the ladies room to wash my hands. “ They nod swiftly as you walk into the AP Calculus class.

    Walking into the class you feel odd, you were used to coming in at a different time , seeing that your schedule got changed. Going up to the teacher you greet him swiftly and cross your hand behind your back as to fix any loose ends of your identity being revealed. Chanting out in a soft tone “ memoria praeteritorum dele me, ut tunc demum videas futura narrari, sequendo ducere.{ erase the past memory of me, so that only then can you see the future told out to be by following my lead. } “

    Once you see and feel that your words have resonated in his mind you speak to him on a normal level, muttering to him that you need to head to the ladies room and asking where it is. As to not cause suspicion of how you knew where it was by your classmates. Speaking of classmates,Yuta and Sungchan had walked in after a minute of talking and set their stuff down, noticing they were near their seats. You take advantage of an empty desk next to them and plop your book bag down.

    Taking a couple small steps you stride over to Yuta’s desk as he had been chatting with Sungchan and getting out his notebook, you take this time to get into his head. You place your hands down on the desk sharply and push your chest forward in his direction grabbing his attention from his friend “ Make sure I don’t miss anything…I’m such an eager learner…ready for anything “ you smile sweetly curving your words with a hind of sexuality with batting your eyelashes innocently at Yuta and. Sungchan.

    Yutas nods his head rapidly and Sungchan opens his mouth to speak but once again gets interrupted by his big mouth friend “ Of course we will… just ask and there’s nothing we won’t do“ he smiles cheekily as he tries not to look directly at your chest.

    Sungchan shakes his head as you take your body off the desk ,and scruff Yuta’s hair making sure to sneak a strand off his scalp. As you sander towards the door you grab the hall pass you wave goodbye to the two boys as your head out the door clutching onto that strand of hair in the process. Sungchan then turns to his buddy and scoffs playfully while hitting his shoulder again and raises his voice to mimic Yutas “ Of Course we will…“ he then makes a fake smooching noises “ there’s nothing we won’t do “ he then ends his mimicry with another smooch fake kissing noise and then clears his throat to speak freely “ Seriously, man what’s with that you weren’t even that obnoxious with that other girl that follows you around for a while. “

    Yuta shrugs as he combs his hands through his hair, “ I don’t know man, well that other girl Lisa was cool and all … she’s different I feel like I’ve met her before and she’s not trying hard to get me…which I like” he sighs and then snaps his head as the teacher begins to the class’s attention to him.

    Meanwhile you sander your way over to the bathroom and double check that no one is around to see you in action of your witchcraft. Taking a deep breath you. Face yourself in the mirror taking a long look in the reflection. Yuta’s words hit you; they brought you back to relive that horrifying and embarrassing moment. So you decide that the only way to right this wrong is to make Yuta feel embarrassed in a long strung up plan.

    You would put a love spell on him and entrap him into doing things out of the passion he has coursing through his veins. Such as stopping in the middle of soccer matches to take a glance at you, writing embarrassing poems to read out to you in-front of the entire school. Getting a bad grade just to make you seem like you were smarter by comparison. All things that seem relatively sweet in hindsight but are negative to his image as a unphased and popular foreign exchange student. The plan to be ending with you rejecting his advances of trying to hook up with you at the dance that was coming up at the end of the year. As that was deemed a tradition in your town. Thus embarrassing him as he did you

    Slowly you sink yourself to the floor as you hear the bell signaling class has begun, getting to a position where your legs have crossed and your palms lay flat out on your thighs. Your eyes start to get heavy as you revert yourself into a state of emptiness to clear your mind of any distractions so that you get the spell right. Taking the strand of his hair you swirl it around your left ring finger as this tightness ever so rapidly wraps around it cutting circulation in your body off. The strand is not that thick but because of your powers it feels like sharp scissors to your paper like skin. Eventually it cuts through your skin and you start to bleed profusely as your eyes roll to the back of your head you began to chant out the love spell “ cum sanguine quem in tuam essentiam effudi; notum sit in capite tuo quod omnes cogitationes mei incandescentiae purae repleantur…. {with the blood that I shed into your essence; let it be known in your head that all thoughts of me be fillled pure incandesence....} “ pausing as you then dig your nails feverishly in your right palm to start to cause your scabs to bleed back open you then wrap your left ringer around your right palm “ fibris nostris innexis, ideam illorum matrimonialem in capite facere omnia, probante me. quamvis errantibus oculis stultum videatur.{ with our fibers intertwined, marriage the idea in their head to do everything in the approval of me. no matter how foolish it may seem to wandering eyes } “ your then thrown back as the spell flows throughout body tearing open your mouth and it exits quickly out of you and travels in small ghost like form to the direction of your class to an unaware Yuta.Giggling manically as you feel it’s power consume Yuta as he was exhaling in class as the teacher was explaining today’s lesson.

    Only Yuta is no longer in control of his thoughts at the moment and only has his mind on one thing you, and all the ways he can serve for you

    love truly is in the air

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    @readers-posts @nichobins

    hey besties I hope you enjoy I’m sorry for long wait…

    ALSO I DO NOT SPEAK LATIN I WAS USING A TRANSLATION SITE SO IM SORRY TO THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE AND IT WAS CHOPPY!!

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  • afterhourspapi
    26.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Their reaction to you sitting on their lap.

    SEOKJIN

    laughing innocently.

    “cut it out, you’re making me excited.”

    continuous awkward coughing.

    glances around the room to make sure no one is looking even though the action is meant to be innocent.

    hard lip biting to contain himself.

    NAMJOON

    dark smirking.

    “you wanna play with daddy?”

    strong grip on your thighs.

    little teasing tugs on your hair.

    “I suggest you stop if you don’t want daddy to play with your pussy in front of all these people.”

    HOSEOK

    shocked face.

    “Y/N, stop it you’re gonna make me hard.”

    little taps on your knee to keep himself distracted.

    constantly sipping his drink.

    awkward boner.

    “just wait until we get home.”

    JIMIN

    chokes a little on his salad.

    “fuck baby, move your hips a little.”

    muffled groans in your neck.

    chuckling at awkward glances from the rest of the boys.

    gripping the inside of your thigh.

    bright red cheeks.

    YOONGI

    instant tensed body.

    continues eating.

    grips your hip.

    raspy, dirty whispers in your ear.

    “you’re just begging to be excused to the bathroom to get fucked, aren’t you?”

    TAEHYUNG

    hissing at the feel of you on his lap.

    rubs your clit tortuorsly.

    low growls in your ear.

    “so you want to tease, huh?”

    “get up, you’ve got to be taught a lesson.”

    leaves in the middle of dinner to beat that pussy up.

    JUNGKOOK

    acts unfazed at first.

    awkward whistling.

    “naughty naughty girl.”

    softly brushes his hips into yours to create a little friction.

    tilts your head to smirk at you when no one is looking.

    undercover dirty dirty boy.

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  • basicallywhiterice
    26.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    lunar (han jisung)

    jisung x reader. fluff, established relationship. 191 words.

    Some days, you can’t tell if Jisung is the moon or the stars.

    “Look,” he marvels, pointing to the heavens with one hand as the other rests on your shoulder. “So many stars, and the moon is so bright, and yet none of them can even begin to compare with your beauty.”

    “Goodness,” you roll your eyes, fighting back a blush. “You’re insufferable.”

    He merely glances over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Must I be treated so harshly for telling the truth?”

    “Go back to stargazing,” you whine, placing your hand on his cheek and half-heartedly pushing him. “You make me nervous when you stare.”

    “I can’t help it, I just want to appreciate my love.” It’s your turn to glance over, gaze all but melting into heart eyes, and you swear that the constellations in his eyes outshine the ones in the sky a million times over. “They all pale in comparison to you, darling, and I would love nothing more than to admire you for the rest of time.”

    Under the wide expanse of the midnight sky, you reach out and cradle the moon in your hands.

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  • afterhourspapi
    26.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Exhibitionism ~ Min Yoongi

    *Mature Content*

    His eyes turned dark as he saw you talking  to someone else while he was practicing on the stage. You noticed it as well as you moved away from the person you were talking to. His eyes were narrowed on you despite him being very much into the choreography.

    His dominating eyes made you scared yet excited. After his practice you were waiting for him in the dressing room as your mind wandered off to the things that he was about to do to you. You knew he could never wait to reach home then punish you, that's what made you heat up.

    The chatter from the boys made you look up as they all entered the room while others were busy laughing, your boyfriend was looking right at you with his big eyes. "Y/n" he called out, the boys felt the tension between you both as they stopped talking and glanced at you.

    You went to your boyfriend, strolling gradually towards him, he tapped on his lap signalling you to plunk down. His finger gripped on your chin and as he lifted up your face to make you look at him.

    "I see you appreciated the practice, well?" He asked, mockery present in his tone, you nibbled your lip and nodded your head. He sneered, his eyes never left yours however a grin replace the frown from his lips when he watched his members notice the scene unfurl before them

    "I thought you enjoyed talking to that stranger more" his hands were on your thighs as he caressed them gently before looking up to you. You felt his erection against your soiled panties as you took large breaths to calm yourself down.

    You tried to protest against him and tried to prove yourself right but a glare from him was enough to make your mouth shut. You whimpered as his hands on your thighs tightened. "Did I tell you to talk?" He gripped your hair from behind as he pushed you down on the floor.

    "Stand on your knees" He said, as he removed his shirt before throwing it somewhere in the room. He unzipped his pants before taking his length out. "Yoongi! don't think-" Seokjin was cut off by him

    His thumb drew circles on your face as he slapped your cheek with his length before shoving it inside of your mouth. You closed your eyes as they watered. You hallowed your cheeks around his length as he moaned before he laid on his back on the couch headrest.

    "No teasing baby" He said before grabbing your head with his hands as he thrusted it inside your mouth. "F-F*ck" he groaned when the tip of his length touched the back of your mouth. 

    When he felt himself twitch in your mouth he pulled himself out before coming all over your mouth. Gasps could be heard from the boys, they were all shocked but their bodies reacted differently.

    He pulled you up as he made you stand properly before pulling your shorts down in a hurry as he took off your panties as well. He made you lie down on his lap. He noticed the growing bulges of his friends as he smirked to himself.

    "How many spanks should our bad little girl get?" His hand scoured the cheek of your bottom, you were embarrassed yet you appreciated the surge of people watching you get defenceless. It made your insides go wild, You delighted in the sensation of being shown for the rest to observe.

    "We are a part of this?" Namjoon asked as Yoongi hummed along. His eyes immediately were loaded up with desire and a grin followed. "At this point I say give her 15" "Nah, You saw how she clearly enjoyed getting face fucked in front of us, Just skip to the part where we can join you both" Jimin's voice chimed in.

    "I like that, come on in then" Yoongi responded as he pulled you up as your back came in contact with his chest. They both didn't hesitate to join in as Yoongi wrapped his hands around your neck and mouth as he marked your neck.

    Namjoon wrapped his thick lips around your perked up nipples while Jimin toyed with your clit. Your grip on Yoongi's thigh tightened as fingers entered you, you don't know whose.

    You arched your back against Yoongi's chest as he watched you get breathless under him. Low growls and groans could be heard from the other boys as they rubbed themselves over their jeans.

    You were going crazy at the amount of pleasure you were getting. Entering and leaving of fingers, lips on your neck while teeth touching your buds caused you to tighten around the finger that was within you.

    Your legs begin to shake around Jimin's thighs as you released around his fingers and he pulled them out.

    "Others, Decide your turns while I let her have a break"

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  • blu-joons
    25.09.2021 - 10 hours ago

    DAD Day6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Dowoon

    A ⇴ AFFECTION

    He loved filling you with affection and attention more than anything else, the last thing he wanted to do was focus too much on your bump. Dowoon would always make sure to look at you or kiss you when he was around your bump too.

    B ⇴ BUMP

    Dowoon loved messing around with your bump, often deciding that it would be a good idea to use it as a drumkit. He loved to tap against your bump whenever he was laying beside it, usually prompting a good kick or two out of your baby too, letting the two of you know they could feel Dowoon and were enjoying what he was doing.

    C ⇴ CRAVINGS

    When you had a particularly random craving you could always feel a slightly judgemental eye watching over you. Whilst Dowoon would never make you feel bad for craving something specific; he couldn’t help but often wonder what was going on in your head when you were eating foods that he knew that you usually hated.

    D ⇴ DUE DATE

    Both of you had made a pact from almost the start of your pregnancy that you would talk about your due date as little as possible. Neither of you wanted to feel too much pressure with your due date constantly nearing a little bit closer, things would be organised at a pace that the two of you felt comfortable with more than anything else. If anyone did mention your due date, it would always be as quick a conversation as possible.

    E ⇴ EMOTIONS

    He was very attentive to you, being able to pick up on your feelings and needs a lot by the look in your eyes. He prided himself on knowing you well at the best of times, but he put his heart and soul into taking are of you whilst you were pregnant so that you had as little to worry about as possible allowing you to stay focused on growing your little human rather than having to worry about the little things that you usually did.

    F ⇴ FAMILY

    Your families both knew from almost the very start of your relationship that it was only going to be a matter of time before you announced that you were starting a family, they very much knew that it was meant to be. All of them could tell that the two of you were forever, they were just anticipating. When it eventually came, they couldn’t have been happier for the two of you, even if they saw it coming right from the very start.

    G ⇴ GENDER

    There was no way that Dowoon was ever going to wait to find out whether he was having a boy or a girl, it was about the only thing that he put down on when it came to your pregnancy, whether you wanted to find out or not, Dowoon just didn’t have him in it to wait for months when the chance presented itself.

    H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

    The drummer in Dowoon couldn’t resist drumming along to the beat of your baby’s heart whenever he heard it. The beat would usually end up being something that would stick with him all the way to the studio, recording it as soon as he got in as something that he might end up using in a future song someday with the group.

    I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

    When you were going through a particularly tough time, whether it was insecurities, lack or sleep, or just worrying, Dowoon would always remind you that he loved you the most. He’d do whatever he could to try and boost your mood, but nothing made you smile more than knowing that he was always there for you.

    J ⇴ JEALOUSY

    Being the youngest, he was certainly the victim of a few teasing jokes from the other members who couldn’t quite believe that he was about to become a dad. Dowoon, as ever, took it all in his stride, he knew that the others were only messing with him, he’d been through their jokes for long enough to know how to smile through it, and that they really joked because they wanted you both to know just how much they cared.

    K ⇴ KICKS

    If he was made to wait a particularly long time for a kick, Dowoon wouldn’t be afraid to drum against your bump in order to disturb your baby enough to encourage them to kick back. He refused to accept that sometimes your baby could be still, Dowoon loved to feel them wriggling about as often as he possibly could.

    L ⇴ LABOUR

    To begin with Dowoon was a little flustered as the reality set in that you were in labour, but once he’d zoned in and realised what was going in, you were his only concern. He was there for you from the very start until the very end, not once leaving your side. He talked to you constantly in the hope that it would distract you from the pain, that was after a polite request from the midwives to stop him singing first.

    M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

    There would always be a haze of confusion over Dowoon when he first woke up most mornings, but once he was in the room, instinct would carry him into the bathroom to be there for you, regardless of how many times you tried to push him away because he didn’t deserve to see you as such a mess first thing in the morning.

    N ⇴ NURSERY

    The eager side of Dowoon couldn’t help but throw himself into putting your nursery together, whilst it came with a few mistakes, eventually things turned out perfectly, and he was most definitely smug and proud of himself too.

    O ⇴ OBSESSION

    Dowoon was obsessed with your smile, he loved seeing that you were happy and enjoying your pregnancy more than anything else. He loved matching your smile or smiling wider than you, letting you know how happy he was too.

    P ⇴ POST BIRTH

    It took a little while for Dowoon to give you some space after you gave birth, he was incredibly cautious that you would do too much too soon, he wanted to make sure that you knew you had time on your side. He was never going to rush you or push you into doing anything too soon, he was happy working at your pace, not his.

    Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

    When he can tell that you’re a little quieter than usual, Dowoon will always check in with you. He knows sometimes your insecurities creep in on you, so he much prefers to ask how you are rather than leave you thinking alone.

    R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

    Although Dowoon wanted for his child to follow their own dreams, he couldn’t stop himself from buying a few instruments for your baby for when they were old enough. He wasn’t going to force music onto your child, but a small part of him hoped that it would be the pathway that your child would choose to go down.

    S ⇴ SCANS

    He was always a little worried about missing someone out, so Dowoon always made sure to make up plenty of copies at home to give to everyone. Your families were very invested in your pregnancy, and your scans were the perfect chance to repay them for all of that and make sure that they all felt involved.

    T ⇴ TEST

    Taking a test at the time was a precaution for you both as you’d been feeling unwell, however what you thought would be a task to rule pregnancy out, ended up being a task that gave you the answers you’d been searching for.

    U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

    He always made sure to arrive very early to your appointments as a just in case, you’d be sat for well over an hour sometimes just to ease Dowoon’s mind that you’d miss out.

    V ⇴ VISITS

    Almost as soon as you got home from the hospital Dowoon was enquiring when you could ask people over, he couldn’t wait to have them round and introduce them to your little one that had stolen his heart.

    W ⇴ WAITING

    Dowoon was excited, he was calm and patient, but he was excited that the days that he enjoyed too would lead to something amazing for him too.

    X ⇴ XXXX

    He would often kiss all around your bump to try and make you feel confident, Dowoon knew that your bump was something that often left you feeling a little low, so he’d always pay close attention to that spot particularly.

    Y ⇴ YOU

    You were each other’s rocks, you needed each other a lot more than either of you really knew.

    Z ⇴ ZZZ

    He would be focused on calming your bump most nights, whether it would be by holding your bump or tapping against it, he would never be able to rest until he was sure that your baby was giving you the chance to rest too.

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  • daybreakx
    25.09.2021 - 14 hours ago

    Tiny little boyfriend! Ten drabble for my broccoli @moonbaesic whom I love so much🥰💕

    warnings for mentions of food, lowercase intended.

    [2:37 pm]

    ten holds your hand firmly as he leads you into the café, a relaxed smile on his lips when he glances back at you. however, you're too distracted with the surroundings to notice the loving way your boyfriend stares at you, or the way his smile widens when he squeezes your fingers and you respond the same way, a slight squeeze before his thumb runs down your wrist.

    the café is as pretty inside as it was on the outside. earth tones, comfy seats and a couple bookcases that contain the only flashy colors around. it smells like coffee and pastries, and you feel warm inside as you take a deep breath.

    "i told you you'd like it," ten scrunches his nose lightly, leading you to a couple of olive green sofas where you sit facing each other. "you never want to listen to me." he adds dramatically, beaming once you roll your eyes at him.

    "thank you for bringing me here," you add in a fake grumpy tone, just to tease him a little. "but you might still be wrong about boba."

    "you'll love it!" ten assures, biting his lower lip briefly before jumping form his seat to get your drinks.

    you watch him go with a smile tugging at your lips. he is right about being right, he knows you well, too well at times. not even for these simple things like getting coffee or knowing where to go for lunch. he knows when you're not feeling like yourself, and there is no way he wouldn't do anything to resolve whatever troubles you.

    he's back a few minutes later, two milky drinks in his hands but only one with black pearls pooling at the bottom of the glass. just in case you don't like it.

    "go on, try it!" he encourages, awaiting your reaction eagerly.

    "okay, okay," you take a small sip of the drink first, not really getting any of the bubbles up the straw and your boyfriend insists you take a bigger sip. the pearls are chewy but they don't taste bad, and the drink itself is refreshing and leaves a good aftertaste. "i like this, it's tasty."

    "ha! i knew it!" ten is way too pleased with himself about finding another thing you like, because it means he's got another thing to help him make you a little bit happier, and that's his favorite thing in the world.

    "now, don't get too excited..." you laugh, but it's too late.

    "kiss for being the best boyfriend ever?" he suggests cheekily, already leaning to the front in his seat.

    "sorry, too busy," you shrug, bringing the straw back to your mouth and leaving him with a pout on his own.

    if you gave him a kiss every time he was a good boyfriend to you, you'd never be finished.

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  • yunskies
    25.09.2021 - 16 hours ago
    𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

    𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐗 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

    𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭..𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰? 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

    𝒂/𝒏: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 ✨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬✨

    He pushes you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. You can feel him smile against your lips as his fingertips slip under your top. Large hands roam all over your upper body before they push your bra up, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯. You couldn't help but moan impatiently into his mouth.

    "shit baby, let me take this off, yeah?" signalling to your top and all you could do was nod. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. He hurriedly took the thing off of you and wasted no time before attaching his mouth to your chest. Your hands roamed frantically in his now dishevelled hair, as he sucked on your left nipple, with fingers working on the other one.

    After a considerable amount of time, he looked up at your face, with eyes full of desperation,

    "I cannot wait anymore, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬?"

    He asks; hands now slowly and calculatively travelling under the hem of your skirt, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. all while sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

    "𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘠𝘶𝘯, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚" he 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. and holy hell, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. and all you could do was nod and hope for him to keep going.

    He wasted no time in sliding the piece of clothing off your legs, leaving you 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝙞𝙛, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

    A groan escapes his lips as he looks at your pussy, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. You could see the tent in his pants, which looked as if it must be very painful, but your mind couldn't focus anymore. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘺,

    "Yun, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶" you gasp out breathlessly, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

    "You need my fingers, baby? Or-" he asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice, 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵. you cut him off before he could've said something else

    "𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮" you breathe out, eyes drooping but still looking straight down into his. He gives you a sly smile before biting his lower lip as he nods as if complying 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

    𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙩. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

    He stayed right there, face buried in your cunt as your legs went weak and you held onto his shoulders for support. You could feel him lapping at your juices, helping you ride out your high. and when you looked at him after he was finally done, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

    𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

    "𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

    𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

    "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡? 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮"

    𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

    "𝘚𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?" You said, and he chuckled lowly. your hands lowered down on him till they reached his painful erection, which was still terribly hard in the confinements of his pants.

    "𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥? 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺" And he let𝘴 out a low groan in your ear when you lightly squeeze his cock over his pants, ever so slowly.

    "𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘠𝘶𝘯" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

    𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧.

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  • starlightxsvt
    25.09.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Behind the mask l yjh

    pairing ➳ thief/businessman/con artist (?) jeonghan x thief female!reader
    genre ➳ theif au, heist au, action, enemies to lovers, romance, angst, fluff, some smut.
    word count ➳ 7.1k
    warnings ➳ stealing duh, drinking, blond haired jeonghan deserves his own warning, cursing, fighting, betrayal, property damage, plot twists hehe, heavy makeouts, fingering, orgasm, implications of sexual activity, Namjoon from bts makes a cameo
    synopsis ➳ never in your wildest dreams did you think of falling for the infamous yoon jeonghan but you do, very hard, and things are now bound to get messy.

    a/n: hello everyone! im back with a heist/action fic and this was reallyyy fun to write. Blond short haired Jeonghan is everythinggg, literally I love him so much. Also I'd like to thank you all bcuz of 600+ followers! Y'all are the best!

    I hope everyone enjoys reading this piece and as always please leave feedbacks!

    You didn't really expect to come face to face with him.

    Yoon Jeonghan.

    The infamous bandit, known all over the city for his neat works and expertise in swindling. He always steals from the wealthy and looks like today is no different because undoubtedly, like you, he's here for the twenty million dollars worth of diamond necklace that is to be auctioned. This is your first time pulling a heist as big as this and seeing the well known criminal against you fuels your competitiveness as you both glare at each other; the beautiful necklace placed right between the two of you in a special transparent box.

    "I don't know who you are but I'd like you to back off, honey. There is no way you are getting this," says Jeonghan, his voice smooth as silk. You narrow your eyes on his which are adorned in a black pointed mask. You've seen pictures of him in newspapers before, always dressed in black, the only thing that he keeps in display is his permed blond cloud of hair.

    "I guess I should say I am honoured by your presence Yoon Jeonghan but no, I won't be backing off." You reply. He scoffs, then chuckles before producing a small, thin yet long device from his pocket. "Stay. Back. I don't wanna hurt you." He orders, scowling through the mask at you. You watch as he points the device towards the box containing the necklace and a red laser shoots out of the device, the ray falling exactly on the middle. He then presses a button on the device and the glass shatters into a million pieces just as the alarm starts blaring.

    You have to say you are amused. Unlike him you weren't equipped with fancy gadgets which was a common element in Jeonghan's little missions. The newspapers talked about it, saying he had a very efficient and intelligent team assisting him from behind the scenes, supplying him with fancy tools that aided him in his heists. The man in question gives you a wary look before reaching for the necklace, his movements rather relaxed considering there will be armed guards here any second.

    But that doesn't mean you won't go ahead with your plan. As soon as Jeonghan has the diamond neckpiece on his hand, you land a sharp kick on his face and being caught off guard he falls back, giving you the opportunity to steal the necklace from him and run.

    You make a beeline for the emergency exit as the guards break into the room while Jeonghan manages to get up and chase after you. You dash up the stairwell with him hot on your tail while the security is rather slow in comparison to the two of you.

    "You sly little bitch!" Jeonghan yells making you smirk as you both reach the rooftop, standing opposite the each other, adrenaline thick in your veins. Breathes heavy, your opponent lurches at you, tackling you to the ground as the necklace slips from your hands. You two keep trying to fight each other off while simultaneously trying to reach for the jewelry lying a few metres away. Security bursts into the rooftop just as you manage to hit his head and kick Jeonghan to a side and snatch the necklace from the ground. Swiftly you hook the curved end of your escape rope against the railing and climb over it, preparing to slide down the rope and make your escape. Ignoring the hollers and threats of the security you grin cheekily at Jeonghan who looks rather lost.

    "Looks like the Yoon Jeonghan has failed on his little mission. I wonder what the newspapers will say now. There's a new thief in town baby!" You tease him just before jumping off the roof and with your escape rope you safely make it down to the ground and disappear into the night, the jeweled piece safely tucked in your arms.

    The doorbell rings and you jump from your spot in the living room where you were inspecting the stolen jewellery and looking for potential buyers in the black market. You rush to get the door, unable to wait any further for your pizza. Swinging open your door your hand the delivery boy the money and receive the box from his hands.

    Just as you're about to shut the door, the boy stops you and unbeknownst to you he pushes you aside and swiftly enters into your apartment. Confused and annoyed you're about to tell him to get out when he takes off his cap and the blood drains from your face. You're met with an awfully familiar blond, fluffy mesh of hair and the same sharp brown eyes, you came across two days ago, one of them now brusied because of you.

    It's Jeonghan.

    Oh sweet Jesus.

    He has already spotted the necklace laid out on your centre table and lurches towards it with you following him closely, discarding your delicious pizza as you try to prevent him from getting the jewels. He, however beats you to it as his hands land on it first but you pull one of his legs, throwing him off balance as you grab the necklace from him. He quickly regains composure and tackles you to the ground and you both keep scratching and clawing at each other, much like the night couple days ago. After a heated struggle and screaming you manage to snag the jewelry from him and you land a sharp kick on his jaw that makes him crash against your sofa before making a beeline towards your front door, not looking back as you hear him groan in pain.

    You dash towards the emergency stairwell of the apartment and you climb up a couple floors and then hide in one corner of the stairwell, clutching the jewelry to your chest like it's your baby. Your legs feel like jello as you try your best to keep standing and keeping your guard up in case he follows you here; which he shouldn't. If you are right he should think you ran out of the building and follow you so.

    You stay in your spot in the emergency stairwell, waiting as seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into an hour. He should be gone by now but you don't want to risk so you wait even some more. When the sun is no longer visible in the sky and the night has fallen, your crawl out of your safety and tentatively move towards your apartment.

    Hiding the jewelry in your hoodie you walk towards your unit and open the unlocked door with a deep breath. The first thing you are greeted with is the mess caused because of your fight. The pizza you desperately waited for sits on the floor, out of the box, probably bad by now. Not letting yourself be distracted you walk further into your apartment and do a full sweep, looking into your closet, under your bed, in the bathroom, everywhere- in case the bastard decided to remain hidden here. When you're sure you're alone you do another check for a bugging device or potential cameras he might have put but you come up with nothing.

    Still somewhat anxious you deem it unsafe and call your dearest friend Minghao, asking if you can spend a few days at his place.

    "Do whatever the fuck you want, just don't disturb me," says Minghao in a dismissive tone as he retreats into his own room, leaving you to stand in front of his small guest room. Nodding in assurance you enter your assigned room and close the door. Minghao is a great friend; one of the very few friends you have and for someone who appears all grumpy and annoyed on the outside he is quite the softie at heart.

    Sighing you set your backpack down, carrying all your necessities and crash onto the small bed, eyes falling shut quickly from exhaustion.

    Over the next few days you try to look for potential buyers in the black market for the necklace. Most of them you find are not willing to pay you the original price of the necklace, not even anywhere near it and it annoys you because you know very well they are gonna resell it with triple the price they will pay you. However one seller named Angel agrees to pay you 19 million after a bargain and you realize it's the best you will get. So like any sensible person you agree with his deal and he gives you a location to drop the necklace and pick up your money.

    When the day comes, you take a cab to the location, an abandoned warehouse in a relatively empty neighborhood. In front of the old building you find three black jeeps parked and a few men- thugs if you had to guess- dressed in black suits and chains dangling from their neck lean against them, blowing rings of smoke into the air. Swallowing and straightening your posture and fix your shades before marching towards them. As they see you approach, grins plaster on their faces and you see them take out a briefcase. Halting in front of them you wave your briefcase towards them and speak, "The money first."

    They chuckle. One of them says, "Together. You throw your case and we throw ours." Nodding you toss your briefcase towards them and they reciprocate. As soon as their case lands in front of you, you check inside, making sure you are not being scammed as they do the same, inspecting the jewellery under a microscope. Then they whisper amongst each other, ignoring you completely so assuming your work is done you turn on your heel, ready to walk away.

    "Wait a minute!" Says an oddly familiar voice that has you spinning around. Shocked is an understatement for the emotion you feel when you see Yoon Jeonghan of all people, coming out from one of the jeeps. Eyes wide like saucers you watch him, hands forming fists as he takes off his sunglasses and throws a cheeky smirk at you.

    Angel.

    He is Angel.

    "I should at least say thank you for doing business with me you know?" He says cockily and all you see is red. Gritting your teeth you drop your briefcase and charge towards him, pushing away his minions. "You! You fucking son of a bitch!" You holler, grabbing his collar while ignoring the hands that try to pry you off of him.

    Jeonghan has the balls to laugh as he rests his hands on top of yours, "Come on kitten, don't be like that. It's not like I didn't pay you." He wriggles his brows and let go of him with a jerk, raking your hands through your hair out of frustration as you face an immense urge to punch his gorgeous face. You whisper to yourself, "I can't believe I sold the diamonds to you...after working so hard to get them from you." Facing him, you hiss, "The deal is cancelled, asshole. I don't want to sell them to you."

    Jeonghan chuckles, coming to stand closer to you, "No can't do, kitten. I think I've offered you a fair deal, no? We should put aside our pasts and be happy."

    Scowling at him you seethe, "If you call me kitten one more time I swear I'll break your fucking neck." Appearing unfazed he only offers you a sweet smile, "How about we go for a drink, huh? To celebrate our deal?" Scoffing you shake your head, "Are you fucking crazy or what? I'm not interested."

    "A drink with me won't kill you, kitten. Come on. Besides I have a proposition for you." Jeonghan throws a smirk at you, motioning you to enter his car.

    You frown, "Excuse me?"

    "Come with me and you shall find out."

    "Jeonghan, I swear to God if-"

    "Oh come on kitten, don't be like that. Just get inside. I promise not to hurt you," he jeers making you scowl at him while you weigh his offer for a second before warily getting inside his car and dismissing his minions, he takes the driver's seat. As the evening sky turns fully black he drives downtown to a nice and cozy looking bar.

    Sitting down on the stools, he gives the waiter your orders. "You know...I have so many questions about you," Jeonghan says titling his head as he observes your face carefully. You roll your eyes, "Which I won't be answering. If this is an interrogation, I'd rather get going. Who on earth are you to question me?"

    He holds his hands up in surrender, a playful smile on his lips, "No, it's just... your skills are really good. I'm just wondering who your boss is because you are... extremely well trained." You raise a brow at him, "What makes you so sure I have a boss?"

    "You don't? Then where did you learn all your tricks?" He questions back only to be ignored by you as you reach for your drink which is just served. "What makes you so curious about me, Yoon Jeonghan?" Jeonghan chuckles, taking a sip of his whiskey before replying, "Let's just say I'm impressed and I'd like to have you in my team."

    His words make you burst into a fit of laughter as the man next to you rolls his eyes, "Oh please. You should be honoured. I don't just ask anybody to work with me." You laugh some more before you reply cheekily, "Well, I guess it's an honour but I prefer to fly solo." Jeonghan narrows his eyes on you, almost suspiciously as you stare back at him before he sighs and puts down the glass in his hand.

    He asks softly, "You know why I do what I do?" Confused you mumble, "No...?" He takes a deep breath before resting his hands under his chin as he speaks in a soft voice, "When I was nine, my father was falsely blamed for stealing a good chunk from this filthy rich guy. He was sent to prison even though he was innocent and after a lot of coaxing from my mother he agreed to get a good lawyer and ask for a retrial. The guy found out about this and got rid of my father while he was in jail. He then came after my mother killing her in front of my eyes. He let me go. I was put in an orphanage but he always kept tabs on me and I realized he left me alive just to make me his puppet. So one day I escaped and started anew. I swindled people all day and made a living and I swore that I would get my revenge." His eyes are unfocused, lost in thoughts as he speaks the words and they wash over you as you listen intently, mesmerized almost. You take in how beautiful he looks underneath the yellow lights of the bar, his skin glowing and his blond hair somehow appearing even more alluring as he radiates an ethereal glow. The look on his eyes are intense, full of pain, anger and disgust as he stares ahead in silence.

    Swallowing, you whisper, "Who...was this guy?"

    "Winston." Your eyes go wide. Lock Winston. The mega billionaire. The one you stole the diamond necklace from. You are also well aware that this isn't the first time Jeonghan has stolen something from him, in fact this is his third time, as the newspapers often talked about his previous two rather smart, successful heists on Winston. You wonder what plan he is working on.

    "I am...sorry," your offer quietly. You are not replied to, instead you hear him let out a shaky breath. He speaks, "We all have a drive, a passion behind what we do. My passion is revenge. I plan to make him the most miserable man in this world even if it's the last thing I do." You remain silent, guessing that it is better to let him speak. After a small breath of silence he turns to face you. "Tell me, ____, what is your passion?"

    "What?"

    "Why do you steal? What is your story? I've seen you that night, you were like a man in a mission. What gives you the passion?" He tilts his head, regarding you carefully, a soft smile playing on his lips.

    "Money," you blurt out dumbly. Jeonghan raises a brow at you. Flustered, you look away, "I want money. It is my passion. I may not have a tragic revenge story like you but I think money is a passion good enough." Maintaining silence for a while he bursts out laughing, "Do you really expect me to believe that?" Sighing you sip your drink, "You can believe whatever you want, Jeonghan." He man next to you doesn't reply. You can feel his intense stare on you, as if he's trying to read you like a book. After a while, he whispers, "Whatever you story is, I hope you get what you want."

    You don't speak after that and neither does he, finishing the rest of your drink in silence.

    Two days later you are on your way towards the grocery store, walking by the pavement, head lost in a cloud of thoughts when a couple honks from beside you makes you jump. Clutching your chest you look beside you to see Jeonghan in a flashy blue sports car, driving next to you slowly. "Hello there, kitten. Where are you headed?"

    "None of your business, Jeonghan. And stop calling me that." You ignore him, looking ahead. "Come and stop me, kitten." He chuckles, "Have dinner with me, will you?" That stops you in your tracks. Suspiciously you narrow your eyes at him, "What is it that you want, Yoon?"

    "A dinner with you," he replies innocently. "And to talk." Not believing him, you stand by the pavement and cross your arms, glaring at him. He sighs, "I don't know why you are so guarded with me. But trust me, I have no bad intentions. You've piqued my interest and I simply want to chat with you over dinner, kitten." You let out an annoyed groan at his pet name before blowing out a loud breath and pull the passenger side door of his car open. Jeonghan smiles victoriously at you, his eyes crinkling. "What would you like for dinner, kitten?"

    Jeonghan takes you to a nice, cozy restaurant; a place he seems to frequent as the staffs appear to know him well. He takes the liberty to order for the two of you and then selects the wine pairing before dismissing the waiter and giving his undivided attention to you. You're taking a sip of water when he says, "You're really beautiful you know." His sudden comment has you choking on your water while he laughs happily and you wonder if he said that on purpose. "Shut up Jeonghan," you sputter, wiping the water that drips down your chin. He laughs some more before saying, "I mean it, you truly are beautiful. I don't know what it is about you but you... bewitch me."

    His words seem sincere enough but you can't rid your suspicions of him, wondering why he was sweet talking to you. He has to have some tricks up his sleeve or else it doesn't make sense for him, the biggest scammer you've known show so much interest in you. Nevertheless, dinner flows smoothly and Jeonghan keeps the conversation going, talking about the food, the décor, the music in the background and then proceeding to share his favourite genre and such. You notice he doesn't ask about yourself like that night in the bar but he doesn't offer much about him either. You don't comment and neither do you mind as you focus on savouring the delicious meals served.

    After dinner he drops you home and makes a promise to see you soon which you ignore, not giving him too much hope. "Don't bet on it," you say before entering your building, giving him a lazy wave as a form of goodbye.

    You somehow keep meeting Jeonghan often after that, mostly because he can be annoyingly persistent. Most of the times he takes you out to dinner then maybe some ice cream or some wine. Whatever it maybe it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy his company- because you do, truly. He has a unique charm and his words are almost like a spell, easily captivating you and making you smothered for him. Not to mention his unfairly gorgeous looks. Time passes by swiftly when you're with him and he easily makes you forget about everything else, somehow managing to create a world where only the two of you exist.

    A few or more hangouts later he invites you to his house, which is a mansion, almost. Decorated with the finest pieces of furniture and art it almost gives the feel of a museum. In his museum of a home you have dinner, chatting idly as he speaks about his previous heists and his adventures.

    "You know I still can't believe the night we met was your first heist," Jeonghan muses as he sets the plates away while you pour the two of you some wine. "What can I say...I worked hard for it." You reply simply, sitting down by the marble counter of his kitchen.

    "Well, the money I paid you should definitely be worth it. What do plan on doing with that huge amount?" He asks, peering at your face.

    "I've...kept it in the bank for now."

    "Do you plan on doing another heist sometime soon?"

    "No...I don't think so," You murmur, frowning. So far Jeonghan has not prodded you for personal questions so tonight is a surprise. Jeonghan seems to read your thoughts as he chuckles softly, "I just asking, don't worry. I know how secretive you are, kitten. Just thought we could do a heist together, you know. We'd make a great team." He mutters.

    So he's still stuck up on that.

    Is that why he won't leave you alone?

    "Would we?" You challenge. "We won't know if we don't try," is his reply. You maintain silence after that which prevails until you both finish your drinks. When he's about to pour himself another glass, you ask, "What do you do with those money? I mean you've had many successful heists and none of the stolen items were in any way inexpensive so... I wonder where you spend them. Apart from your fancy house and fancy cars." Jeonghan makes a sound of amusement before meeting your eyes. He doesn't bother speaking for a while, simply looking at you and you tense up.

    What's up with him?

    "I... donate." His words are softly spoken, almost a whisper. You didn't expect that to be his reply so you sit silently and stare at him with urgency, waiting for him to continue.

    "I spend most of what I steal donating. To people who have nothing, who lost everything...to people like Winston. There are so many of them. So many poor people hurt and abused by men like him. And there is nobody to help them. So I do. Because I know their pain, I know how heartbreaking it feels to get everything taken from you, to be blamed even though you are innocent." His eyes are glazed, unfocused as you soak up his words like a sponge, hypnotized. Never in your life did you expect that to be his answer and now you're left with a pang of hurt in your chest as you realize maybe you have treated him too harshly. Maybe underneath his mask he's just a lonely soul who is trying his best to restore a little bit of justice.

    "The world has changed you know, ___. Now people like Winston are the rulers. There is no point in waiting for your authority to help you become they never do. You have to take matters into your own hands. Stealing from thieves, murderers, liars like him is the only way to restore balance in our world." His words fade with a dry note as his eyes flash dangerously, his hands forming fists. The silence stretches over you two like a blanket as you chew on your lip before murmuring, "I understand you, Jeonghan. It's not the... conventional way but it's nice that you do what you do."

    -

    Jeonghan doesn't contact you for a while after that. You are not sure how you feel, maybe somewhat relieved that he has finally got off your back but also, there is this sensation of longing in your chest. After what he confessed to you that night you have started to see him in a different light and all the previous thoughts you possessed about him are gone. What he says and does makes sense and now you are torn at what to do next.

    Your train of thoughts are interrupted when your doorbell rings and your brows form a frown. It's almost 12 am.

    Who is it at this hour?

    Your door opens to reveal the devil, Jeonghan, as he stands there looking rather tired and dull. His hair is messy, not the usual messy but the frustrated-messy and his usual pristine suit is rather crinkled and full of specs of dirt.

    "Jeonghan?" You mumble, perplexed. He gives you a lopsided smirk. "Hey there, kitten. Mind if I come in?" He enters before you can reply and closing the door behind you softly you watch as he heads for the wine bottle sitting on your centre table; the one you were enjoying before he interrupted. He takes a few gulps as you stand beside him, somewhat out of place. "What are you doing here...at this hour?" You ask tentatively. Jeonghan plops down on your sofa and motions you to sit next to him which you dutifully obey. "Wanted to see your face, kitten." He's nonchalant and you narrow your eyes at him. He explains, "Had a bad day. A deal went south. I may or may not have beaten up my client."

    Despite the situation you chuckle softly before sighing, "Are you okay?" He smiles sweetly at you, "Now that I've seen you, yes."

    His words cause your face to burn with warmth and a funny feeling spreads through your heart. Trying to conceal it, your roll your eyes and attempt to move from the couch to open another bottle when he grabs your hand and blurts out of the blue, "Can I kiss you, ___?"

    A noise; somewhere between a moan and a squeak escapes your mouth as you stare at the beautiful man beside you with wide eyes. Just the slight nod of your head and his lips press against yours, softly at first before the kiss turns hungry and raw, full of lust and passion. You claw at his suit jacket, moaning loudly as his tongue prods into your mouth and his hands grab the flesh of your ass. Somehow you are moved onto his lap while your lips remain connected and only when you can't breathe anymore you pull back. Jeonghan's glazed, lust filled eyes greet you as he stares at you like you have placed the stars in the sky. It makes your heart skip a beat and heat spread all over your body, leaving you feeling achy and tingly.

    "I want you so much. I've wanted you since the first day I saw you, you know that? Do you have idea what you do to me? Fuck I've never felt like this before." He hisses, his hands slowly crawling down your body and inside your panties. His fingers hover over your core before gently massaging your clit that has you almost screaming for him.

    He nips at your neck while you try to gather your thoughts, "J-Jeonghan... you're d-drunk." You stumble upon your words as his ministrations between your legs leave you breathless. You hear him chuckle before his mouth travels down your chest, "I'm perfectly sober to know what I'm doing. Tell me kitten, do you want me?" His index finger slips inside you and moan louder than ever, almost ripping his clothes. "Yes, yes, please!" Grinning against your skin, he adds another finger and then another before they start pressing the deepest spots inside you, his movements ruthless and unforgiving and before you know it, you're screaming his name while hurtling down an orgasm that leaves you breathless and sensitive.

    "I'm just getting started with you, love." His smile is sinister as he looks at you, breathless underneath him and your body clenches at his words.

    Next morning you wake up when it is almost noon and without Jeonghan beside you. There seems to be no trace that he was even here yesterday; all his clothes that were on the floor of your bedroom last night completely gone. Panicking you get up despite the soreness between your legs and look around the apartment in search of him. When you come up with nothing you are left somewhat worried and disappointed, wondering why he left without informing you. He was so passionate and almost romantic last night so his sudden disappearance doesn't sit well with you.

    Rubbing your temples you pick up your phone from your bedside table and immediately your heart leaps out of your chest as you see the notification of six missed calls from your chief, Namjoon and countless messages. The information written in them only brings more dread to you as your hands fly to your mouth in horror.

    ____, why aren't you picking up?

    We have finally managed to set a tracker on Jeonghan.

    We have found his hideouts and his address but he isn't there.

    He was with you last night, no? Did you get him to confess like I told you to?

    Where the fuck are you ____?!!

    With shaky hands you dial Namjoon's number and holding your breath you wait for the call to be picked up. "Where the hell have you been, ____!" Your chief's voice booms through making you grimace.

    "I...I was feeling really sick so I slept late," you try to sound natural and not like you are on the brink of losing your shit. Namjoon sighs, "Well we have finally managed to get a tracker on him. He was near your place this morning. Didn't he come to visit you last night?"

    "Yeah but he stayed for a couple hours. And I wasn't feeling the best so I let him go," you lie easily. "I wonder what he was doing near my place today morning."

    Namjoon hums, "We have no idea either. You should have been more careful, ____. This isn't like you. Did he spike your drink or something?" Namjoon asks.

    You shake your head and reply in negative. Namjoon explains, "Well then he went to his house but when Winston's team got there he had already left. They raided the whole place but found nothing of importance. I have a feeling he has caught onto us, ____. He left with his laptop and all important documents. It's a shame I'm outside the city right now. Headquarters sent me and my team on another task so it's up to you to catch him now. We all know how inefficient Winston's men are and he has an ego too big to admit it. Anyway I'm sending you his location, he seems to be on the move. Get to him now. I trust you, ____."

    In the speed of lightening you grab your clothes and start putting them on haphazardly muttering a quick goodbye to your chief. Your only thought is that you have to get to Jeonghan first no matter what. As soon as you have his location you are out the door, grabbing the keys to your BMW.

    The location Namjoon sent to you seems familiar, too much at that. Jeonghan seems to be in the bar he took you to the day you sold him the necklace. But you harbor suspicion in your heart, what is he doing at a bar when it's barely dusk? Did he figure out he's being tracked? Is this a set up? Chewing on your lower lip you press the accelerator harder, zooming down the street and towards your location. As soon as you reach there, you desultorily stop your car in the front of the bar and load your gun before tucking it behind you and marching inside.

    You don't even have to look around; you spot him the moment you have stepped inside, his back facing you as he casually sips a drink, sitting by the bar counter.

    Does he even know his life is in danger?

    Quickly you pad towards him, calling, "Jeonghan!" He turns his face to meet yours, a blank expression on his face. You try to mask the worry and nervousness in your voice, "Hey, I've been looking for you. Why did leave so early this morning?"

    He maintains an awful, nerve wracking silence for a while, staring intensely at you before looking away and setting down his glass with a thud. He sighs, "Quit the games, ____."

    "W-what?"

    He snaps his head towards you and yells, "Fucking stop it! How long do you plan on fooling me, ____?" His tone is sharp and his eyes are full of hatred, disgust that makes your world come crashing down on you.

    He has figured everything out.

    Your bleak, horrified face seems to have amused him because he laughs dryly, "That's right. I've caught onto your game. I woke up this morning with your phone ringing continuously, a chief Namjoon calling you. I didn't think much of that until I saw the messages appear asking where you are and am I with you and whatnot. I put two and two together. You work for Winston."

    No. No. No.

    You protest, "No Jeonghan, that's not true!"

    "Will you fucking shut up? Do you think I'll believe one word that comes out of your mouth now? From day one you and Winston and his minions have been tricking me! You set me up all this time! No wonder your combat skills were so good. I always thought you had a secret but good God- this!?" he scoffs. "It was my fault anyway. I was too into you to notice anything else. I...always thought you were exceptional but I could never- Was sleeping with me a part of the plan too? Making me fall for you so that you could easily hand me over to them?" He accuses bitterly as you stand completely mute.

    Your shame has you speechless as you simply stand there and let his venom filled words wash over you, knowing very well you deserve every one of them.

    "For the first time in my life I fell so deeply for someone and- and they turn out to be working against me. I- I really thought you cared for me- I thought you were actually fucking interested in me. I...I bared myself to you just for you to betray me like this. How foolish of me." His voice cracks simultaneously with your heart and you can't help but clutch his arms desperately, "Jeonghan please! I care about you! I really fucking-" you stop mid sentence when you hear commotion outside, realising that Winston's men are here as a few black cars pull up.

    Oh no.

    "Did you call them here!" Jeonghan seethes with fury. Ignoring him you grab his hand and lead him to the back of the bar where there is a small kitchen which leads to a back exit. Despite his protests you keep tugging him with you, running as fast as possible among the small crowd before finally approaching an alley with a dead end. There is a small wall which will be easy for Jeonghan to climb over and make his escape.

    Ushering him towards it, you let go of his hand and pull out your gun. Jeonghan looks at you, horrified, his eyes portraying even more pain if that's possible and you know very well what he is thinking. Loading your gun, you say, "You ran from the bar and I followed you to this alley. You made your escape by climbing over this wall while I tried to shoot you but I missed."

    Jeonghan remains standstill for a while hearing your words, his eyes looking lost, confused as he never expected those words to come from you. You gaze at him, hoping your eyes will convey how sorry and guilty you are and how much you truly, madly care about him. He swallows, "Why are you-"

    "Just go Jeonghan. There's an underground tunnel around the block. Run like hell. You have to get out of this country. Never return, you here me?" You croak as a tear slips down your eyes and you aim the gun towards him. You can hear the security team approaching as the voices get louder and you yell, desperately, "Go Jeonghan! Now!"

    Taking one last longing look at you, Jeonghan swiftly ascends the wall and you shoot at him, purposefully missing the shot as he successfully climbs over the wall and disappears without looking back. Soon Winston's team arrives behind you and you put on a dramatic act of catching your breath, "I missed him. He climbed over the wall." You say between your fake pants, pointing to the wall, knowing very well that Jeonghan is out of their reach now.

    "So you are telling me that you shot at him and missed and he made his escape?" Namjoon raises a brow at you, crossing his arms as he starts a mini interrogation with you after he hears your story. Appearing annoyed you grit your teeth, "Yes, Namjoon. How many times do I have to tell you? You know I wasn't feeling very well to begin with and I chased him from the bar to this alley. I had a headache and my vision was blurry." You narrate the same words once again.

    Namjoon still seems to have his doubts which are rightful because an agent as capable as you should never really miss their aim. However you stand your ground regarding him with an exasperated look. Before he can open his mouth the one and only Winston who just arrived at the scene yells, charging towards you.

    "You! You stupid good for nothing bitch! You couldn't do a single thing right! What kind of a fucking private investigator are you!" He approaches you, ready to grab your collars and fight but Namjoon holds him back trying to calm him down. You roll your eyes, "You should say that to your security team. They are the most miserable, pathetic security detail I've ever seen." Winston growls, "What did you fucking say?"

    Ignoring him you speak to Namjoon, "Chief I'd like to go home now. I've had a rather bad day." He nods quietly, murmuring, "Okay. You may have to come in for the interrogation."

    Nodding you shove your hands in your pockets and march towards your car.

    A week later you visit the headquarters of your agency and surprising your teammates and your chief you hand over your badge and weapons. "I'd like to resign," you announce to Namjoon who looks flabbergasted. "Why? Is it because of that Jeonghan case? It's okay, ____. You can't ace every case you-"

    "I'd like to take a break. I think it's about time I had a change of scenery." You offer him a small smile.

    You know very well you are resigning because of Jeonghan's case but not for the reasons he thinks you are resigning. You are tired of working for obnoxiously rich assholes and you have been doubting wether working as a private detective is worth it. However you don't say that to your boss but simply face him with a solemn look.

    About time you closed this chapter of your life.

    Some time later

    Sicily

    The cafe is quiet except the soft music playing from the speakers and hushed chatters of the customers. You welcome the silence as you skim through the morning newspaper, occasionally sipping on your latte. News of Winston being arrested is spread all over in bold letters saying that all his diabolical activities and crimes have been brought out to light by an anonymous individual. Experts are saying that this time it will be hard for him to escape as the allegations are strong, including murder and the mass people are expressing their hate and demanding a fair trial with severe punishment for him. You have a feeling who this anonymous individual maybe and thinking about him leaves an ache in your heart.

    The thoughts about him are unwelcoming and often when they plague your mind, you are left with an overwhelming sense of guilt and loss. You still aren't sure what you exactly felt- feel for him or maybe you actually know but you don't want to confront them, unprepared to accept the fact that you lost the person you have fallen in love with.

    In the back of your mind, you wonder if he really felt about you the way he expressed; if he thinks of you as often as you think of him, if he even remembers you at all. Maybe he does; he has to, after what you did to him.

    Sighing, you fold the newspaper neatly and set it on the table, annoyed at yourself for thinking about him once again. You are so absorbed in your thoughts that you don't realize a piece of paper is dropped on your table until the man brushes past you and out the door. You almost jump and run after him but decide that it's better to read the note first. He might have gotten the wrong person. With shaky hands you unfold the piece of paper and read the words written in a neat handwriting.

    My offer still stands, if you are interested.

    With a gasp you stand up from your seat and wildly look around to see if he's anywhere nearby, watching you. Desperately your eyes scan through the cafe until they look out the window where on the other side of the road stands him, Jeonghan, dressed in a cream coloured suit, hair messy and his eyes covered with shades.

    You inhale sharply as he takes them off and your eyes meet. His gaze is sharp, pointed, as if he's making sure that you see him and with a slight tilt of head he gives you the barest, almost teasing smirk before the opens the door of the jeep parked next to him and enters the car. Before you can get out and run after him the car drives away, leaving you rooted to the ground, your heart beating way too fast and your mind a mess.

    Does this mean...

    Jeonghan has given you another chance. You have one more try to prove yourself to him, to maybe, just maybe make him yours.

    Maybe Jeonghan loves you like you love him. Maybe his feelings are deeper than he lets on for him to grace you with another chance. Maybe behind his mask he is just another lost soul who desires to be loved.

    And so do you.

    A/N 2: If you all are wondering about a part 2, I'm here to tell you that no, I won't be making another part of this (oops). I know I've left kind of an open ending but I have imagined them reuniting and starting from scratch. Soo, yeah! Feel free to think however you want.

    As always don't forget to let me know your thoughts. And if you want to support me you can buy me a kofi! Thanks! 💞

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  • ddonghyuckss
    25.09.2021 - 19 hours ago

    —❥❥❥Grocery shopping with jaehyun 🧸❥❥❥

    ❥- “listen I was thinking about making the best pasta I could ever make” jaehyun will always say while holding up the pasta sauce!.

    ❥- he will end up being busy and will never make the best pasta he could ever make :(

    ❥- will always buy snacks and always your favorite ones!

    ❥- “Oh my god babe! Look!” Jaehyun shouts while looking at the small watermelons..

    ❥-“mark probably wants some” he jokes while putting them back

    ❥- he probably a list of dishes he wants to cook and will probably buy the ingredients for it

    ❥-also 100% he will cook every night unless he busy

    ❥- “jaehyun we need to get some veggies”

    ❥-“okay” and proceede to buy everything successfully.

    ❥- he has sweet tooth so he will probably buys his “want some gummy bears and jellys”

    ❥- “hey y/n” he calls your name while holding literally the last thing on your list while smiling.

    ❥- he will push the cart around, on some days he will say his famous “shoo~” :(

    ❥- “shooo~” while running softly, making you laugh at how dorky he is

    ❥- and when you two checking out he will help you put your stuff in the bags.

    ❥- and when you two arrive at your apartment he will not let you take anything and he is willing to carry every bag even if it is too heavy!

    ❥- “i will organize them baby! Go have some rest” he will say while opening the fridge to put the milk and all the other stuff

    ❥- he is indeed the softest gentleman

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  • omgsoholy
    25.09.2021 - 20 hours ago

    part one: the night when we first runaway

    from traitors never win

    genre: fluff, angst, s2l

    pairings: yeonjun & reader

    cw: depictions of t*rauma, stealing, explicit language, descriptions of a*ssault and vi*onlence

    now playing: is there somewhere - halsey, king of my heart - taylor swift, beautiful stranger - halsey

    i tried to revise it and make it as short as possible bc I can’t use the keep reading feature it’s a shiiiiii TT_TT hahaha let me know what i think! It’ll help make the story better <333

    The warm rays of the sun are peeking through the thin material of your curtain, painting the dull walls with a golden shade of yellow. While the soft breeze from the outside are making it dance like the big tall grasses on a field of flowers.

    It was tranquil and peaceful, and if you were to close your eyes, you could easily recall those mornings when you were just a child by the atmosphere - the loud sound of the morning news ringing throughout the whole house, mixing with the sound of your mom frying the bacon & eggs, her loud voice, the ding of the coffee maker, the splashing sound of the shower as your father's getting ready for his work - but you don't want to, you wouldn't even dare, because you love how it feels right now, you don't want to go back there, you're fine here, very fine as you were staring at the face of the man sleeping next to you, his arm lazily hanging across your waist, his skin feels so soft and smooth, his long and black lashes are shining as the sun illuminates his face, and you cannot miss the way his lips are puckered cutely while he's sleeping soundly which made your heart grow a hundred times bigger than it already was.

    It was an odd feeling, it's strange and new to you but you were happy, extremely happy and grateful to be given a chance to experience these pleasant emotions with someone as gentle as Yeonjun. He was beautiful, inside and out. You knew you don't know him too well to say that, but you're certain that the more you get to know him, the deeper you're going to fall.

    The passionate moments that the both of you shared last night was the best part of it, of course, it's not your first time but it was definitely the best—he was the best. He made love to you like he mean it, and he held you tight, so tight that you thought he's trying to tell you what does that word really meant to him, you felt loved and adored, and you just hope that he really meant to make you feel like that. You hope you're not just making things up in your head.

    Your lips curving upward mindlessly as you recall the events that took place last night.

    ———

    "Then tell me more about you." you remembered him interrupting your thoughts as he pulled you closer to him as possible, he was glowing, the neon pink light from the outside makes him look more gorgeous laying next to you as bare as his soul, and his eyes are sparkling as it was staring fondly at you, and there he was, giving you a reassuring smile once again.

    You scoffed with a bashful grin. "You first."

    "Hmm... Okay..." he replied without a second thought, biting the inside of his cheek as he was thinking of what to tell you first.

    Believe it or not he was nervous at the moment. Can you blame him? He wants to leave a good impression to you, he was struck by the cupid's arrow from the moment his path crossed yours, and he wants to keep you, he doesn't want to scare you away or anything. He had fallen head over heels a long time ago, maybe before he even met you.

    Should he just share a thing or two? What if you misunderstand it as him being uninterested? But if he share too much, would it turn you off? Would you think he's too much? Would you think he's so full of himself? Or would you think that maybe he's really comfortable enough to share you a lot of trivial facts about his life? He doesn't know whether to act nonchalantly or to try his bet to impress you. It's frustrating.

    After a few seconds of contemplating, he finally gave up, choosing to let loose and just let the waves of destiny bring him closer to you. If that's what the universe wants.

    "I have a family..." he started as he turned his attention all to you. His hands made its way to your hips, caressing the bare skin affectionately with his thumb. It tickles but you don't dare to move away, you're too comfortable to your position. You don't mind being tickled though.

    "...but like I'm not adopted. I'm fostered by my mother, but she's already gone after a year of being my guardian so... it's just me and my brother- well his son now. And what else? Oh, I work at a vet clinic as an assistant and errand boy but I am planning to continue my college someday. Well, hopefully." he shrugged before smiling at you with a scrunched nose. It was cute, and it took you so much control to not let your urge win and boop his nose. Every expression melts your heart in a different kind of way.

    You hummed as you were nodding your head. "What are you taking in college?"

    "Veterinary Medicine. Second year." he answered proudly.

    "Hmm, that's why you work there." you can tell how thrilled he was by the quirk of his lips and the way his eyes lit up from your remark. "Well... I'm looking forward to your clinic, Doctor." your smile went wider, lips almost reaching your ears, so fascinated by his enthusiasm.

    He has a dream, you can clearly see it in his eyes. He was passionate about it and you're happy for him. But you can't help but to compare yourself to Yeonjun, he has goals and you don't, he was dreaming while you never did. He was shining so bright in front of you and you're scared that someday, he might get you blinded, completely blinded by how much he sparkles.

    "What about you?" he asked.

    "Are you sure you wanna know?" he nodded, giving you an encouraging smile once more, as his hand that was caressing your hip traveled up to your arms getting a hold of it before going south, lower, and lower, and lower, until it reached your hand, carefully taking it towards his face - you look up at him - he glanced at you one more time before giving it a light but heartwarming kiss.

    "Ofcourse." he answered with his deep lowered voice. He put your arm around his torso afterwards, going back to his previous position, plushed against yours.

    You never dared to think about what to tell, you just have to be real. Because if you're going to love this man, might as well be transparent as possible. It's up to him whether to take it or leave it and you hate to admit that you feel the certainty whenever your with him.

    "As you know, I'm living all alone. My mom died because of stress when my family broke up, and my father kicked me out. So I have no one anymore, but that's okay. You already know where I work though..." you let out an audible smile.

    "...and I only had one ex-lover..." you stopped for a few seconds. "...You know my father used to called me a traitor." you joked, like it's not a big of a deal to you.

    "Why would he call you that?"

    "Because I'm the reason why all of those bullshits happened to my family. When I first found out about my father's mistress, I blackmailed him saying that I won't tell anyone if he would leave her, like everything will be peaceful and I know that I'm so stupid but I just... I don't want to hurt my mom that's why I did that, she loved that guy so much..."

    He stayed silent. He was glad you're opening up to him, but these stories that you're telling him from your past are too much for a young adult like you, he couldn't imagine the whole thing, and he can't help but feel sad at the same time.

    "...until one night he didn't let me go to that stupid party because his mistress' son is there, he definitely thought I sleep around. It pissed me off so I told mom everything." you scoffed before rolling your eyes to yourself.

    He didn't know what to feel, that was so fucked up. He don't want to conclude anything, it's your perspective, that's how you felt, it might be a petty reason for you to sold your father off but he also couldn't say that what you did was wrong. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Or was it wrong? What do you think? He wants to know more about your thoughts, he wants to more about you.

    "So... do you still love me?" you looked up at him once again interrupting his thoughts abruptly, slightly moving away from his tight embrace, before shooting him a cheeky grin.

    He rolled his eyes, before moving his face closer to yours, your noses bumping against each other, you could your heart beat thumping loud and fast. You can feel his warm breath on your lips, the proximity is so close and you want to squeal but you know you have to stay calm if you don't want to ruin the moment. You were about to close your eyes when you felt his lips on your forehead. You shoot your eyes open, and you saw him still wearing the same smile, still looking at you the same way. It doesn't change the way he sees you, nothing can change the way you glow in his point of view, and he just hoped you could see it one day. He moved lower from his position, leveling his face to you.

    "I still do." he admitted, still smiling adoringly.

    "How could say things like that? You don't know what lies ahed, Yeonjun."

    "I know what I want." he answered, almost immediately. Proving you just how much certain he is. You're amazed. Someone's being sure to you? Is this what belonging feels like?

    "And I just know, that even if I don't love you enough today, I know eventually I would love you more that I think I would. It's inevitable." he added.

    And there you were, left speechless. While he was there, staring at you, grinning like a devil. He knew his way to your heart, he definitely do. You wonder where did this man came from, is he your karma? A good one or a bad one? Is he really going to make you experience those emotions you've never felt? Is it genuine? It is true? Will he be a blessing or another lesson?

    You snapped out of your reveries when you felt his lips against yours. He was finally awake from his beauty rest.

    "What's going on inside that little sexy mind of yours?" he asked, voice laced with tiredness from sleeping.

    "It's nothing, none of your business." you retorted, rolling your eyes before turning your back at him.

    ———

    It took you almost 1 hour to arrive at the motel's compound. This day sucked, it was a heavy traffic jam that's why you we're stuck standing at the bus for an hour with the bunch of paper bags filled with aprons and table cloths, you're always volunteering for these type of extra works, not wanting to waste a single chance to earn money.

    It was definitely a hectic day at your work, first of all, there was someone who celebrated their birthday at the restaurant and your manager was so extra because it was the Mayor's son who just turned twenty-fucking-three but acts like a spoiled brat, it was weird. Not to mention that that old man almost sold you off to that perverted weirdo when he asked for your number, you're glad you had the guts to punch him on the face when he laid his hand on the small of your back, and unexpectedly groped your ass. You cannot forget the look on the Mayor's face when he's trying so hard not to explode with so much anger because of what you did to his only son. Well, you're not going to lie, he's a good actor for acting so composed and calm when you throw a middle finger at them before jogging your way back to the kitchen, but those men are dicks.

    Second, there's these two dudes who got into a fight that you had to clean up the mess they made (you're manager made you do it because of what you did earlier this morning) and also because everyone was so shocked and shaken by the way those grown men almost killed each other. It's a crazy sight to see in a broad daylight, and it's an irony because while they're choking each other, the beautiful colors of the sunset splashed throughout the whole building, painting the walls pink and orange, and the loud sound of the voices behind the background are like a tangled thread that is slowly lacing around your mind but before these thoughts took over your system, you immediately shake away the emotions and continue your task. You're glad there's no children at that time.

    You hang your head low as you made your way to the pizza place. Walking as slowly as possible, you're so exhausted and your limbs felt so weak than usual. Is this a side effect of having someone like Yeonjun? Is this the result of knowing that someone will gladly take care of you after a tiring day?

    "Bug!" speaking of the devil.

    You shoot your head at the direction of his voice.

    He beamed when he saw you walking towards the pizza place. Waving his hand giddily, sporting his brightest and biggest smile of the day. Oh god, you missed him.

    He texted you a few hours ago, while you're at the back room getting ready to go home. You we're mad for getting a scolding from your boss but Yeonjun's appearance on your phone? Saying that he wants to treat you for dinner tonight? Well, that's a great way to end your rubbish day. Though instead of eating outside, you suggested on having it taken out because you feel like staying inside the house right away and lay down.

    "Bug? Why bug? Do I look like a lady bug to you?" you asked, eyebrows arched together, shooting him a funny look.

    "Well, hello to you too. And nah... it's Lovebug." he said as he pulled you closer to him, taking his spot behind you to encircle his arms around your neck before giving your head a light but a very heart warming peck.

    You only answered with a snort.

    "What? Is it cringy?" he asked as he peeked from behind, you can say that he was embarrassed by himself with the way he his scrunched his nose. It looks so silly but very endearing.

    You shook your head. "No, it's cute. I like it."

    "Well, I'm glad to know that, Lovebug." you leaned in when you felt his chin on your shoulder, before automatically lacing your fingers through his free hand. Then he peppered your cheek with smooches. It's amazing how natural it felt, you want to take a deep breath and scream on top of your lungs. Is this real? Because if you're dreaming, you'd rather die than to wake up from this dream.

    "It's still an insect though." you retorted back, and which he answered with a giddy laughs.

    You bite your lips to prevent yourself from laughing. You know you'll get used to it. You might make fun of it for a couple of days, but you like it anyway.

    "Number 69!" the woman behind the counter shouted, making Yeonjun's head turn, almost bumping yours.

    It was your order, you figured.

    ———

    "Yah! Why you chose that number!"

    "Hey, I didn't chose that." he explained before shooting his hand on the brown paper bag full of french fries.

    "It's basically a premonition, bug." he added, words barely understandable with his munching.

    "Yeonjun, I know how fast food works in this area. You cannot fool me-" you were walking upstairs to your floor when you heard a man groaning, followed by clanking sounds of random things, and then a cry. It's almost sounded like a plead. Like someone asking for mercy, crying for their life.

    Yeonjun turned his head to you with furrowed eyebrows. "Did you heard that, bug?" you nodded, as the both of you slowed down your action to hear the commotion that was coming from the right side of the hall.

    "I am so sorry! Please let me go!!" a voice of a man, wailing, asking for mercy, only to be answered by a scornful laugh from another man's voice, but it's much deeper, like it's coming from underneath the concrete. It's scary, but the previous voice is what bothers you the most - he seems to be in a big trouble and you are certain that the arrogant man living upstairs is the one who put him in trouble - and the way Yeonjun was clutching your hand tightly.

    "Bug, stay behind me." he instructed as the both of made your way further before turning right, taking the route directing to where the sound is coming from.

    And there he is — a tall, muscular man, beating up the poor guy. You are right. It was that guy, the Mayor's secretary. The one who thinks highly of himself when he actually looks like a piece of shit. His ego that is bigger than his head, and his attitude towards every girl in this town—it's fucking disgusting.

    He was laughing like a mad man, like he was genuinely fascinated by the sight in front of him. It was sickening, you want yo strangle him, to stab him, to do everything just to stop the scene in front of you. People like him are disgusting, it makes you want to throw up.

    But all of your thoughts collapsed like a house of cards when Yeonjun stepped forward. He opened his mouth, he seemed to be looking for the right words to say. Contemplating whether it is a good idea to try and talk it out, or should he just push him down the stairs? He closed his mouth before gulping all of his second thoughts away. He couldn't stand looking at it.

    He took another step which made you grasp his arm before shaking your head eagerly, there is no way you would let him be in trouble, you we're ready to get down on your knees and beg him to not step in but he can't just ignore it, the guy was almost dying and the man who was beating him to death looks like he's not planning to stop until he was battered and helpless. Yeonjun held your hand that was clutching his arm, squeezing it as tight as possible, giving you the reassurance that he will be alright, before removing your hold from it.

    "Hey! Excuse me sir, what seems to be the problem here?" he tried to be as polite as possible, softening his voice, and lightening up his tone to make it sound like a friendly remark.

    "It's none of your business." He's so fucking mean, what's his problem?

    One punch to the guy's stomach. He's back to his business, acting like there is no one looking at them.

    You knew Yeonjun is nervous right now, you want to help him because you are certain he won't let you drag him away and leave the poor guy, but what can you do? You are weak when it comes to things like this. You don't know what a man is capable of doing, and by the way you saw the Secretary throw his fist, you just know he can do worse things than that.

    "If I were you..." another punch. "...I'll just go. If you don't want..." another one. "...to look like this man!" one strong blow to the side of the guy's face.

    This is enough.

    Yeonjun have had enough. This is unfair. Violence was never an answer to anything. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? He couldn't keep his anger anymore. He doesn't know the problem but beating him to death? That is so fucked up. He was furious by the moment you stepped closer to him, and you saw him, he stepped backward, you thought he's running away, but he never grabbed your hand. Instead, he stepped his other feet backward, getting enough balance before swinging his arm right at the man's face. Standing on his tiptoes, leaning in to land his fist at the taller man's face, making him lose his balance.

    The man was mad, he couldn't believe that the guy who just punched him even dare to do that. His ego was bruised, his words, his gaze, and the way he looked didn't scared Yeonjun away. He doesn't like it. No one can step at the same level as him. Angrily, he clutched your Yeonjun's collar before throwing his fist at the younger man. The force was so strong that his head was turned backward giving you a view of his bloody nose.

    "Yeonjun!" you screamed when you saw him hit the wall with so much force. You felt your body turned cold, frozen in place, like your feet was nailed against the concrete. You couldn't move, you felt paralyzed but your heart was beating faster than a normal person's, you want to cry. He was getting beaten up, as the man walked towards him, grabbing his collar once more before punching his face over... and over... again. Fuck. You saw the blood trickled down from his mouth making its way to his white long sleeve shirt, staining the fabric with the sweat of violence.

    "Fuck!" you muttered before taking a step - you know you shouldn't be just watching this, he was getting hurt, and that grown ass man isn't planning to stop anytime -  taking all the courage left in your body, you stride towards him, snatching his arm from covering his face, pulling him away from the scene. You we're suprise by how strong you were. You snatched him away from that man? You turned your head towards the man before throwing a middle finger as you run away to your room.

    You're chest is tightening, it felt like it was burning but the way Yeonjun's fingers laced with yours, holding onto your hand like his life depended on it—you just couldn't help but take a glance at him as the both of you leaned against the back of your door, locking it securely afterwards.

    One chuckle, another one, and then he was laughing. What's so funny about the situation? Is he crazy? You're so worried about him and there he was, laughing like a teenage student who just came from s party. He was laughing wholeheartedly.

    You pulled your eyebrows together. "What's funny, huh?" you nagged before letting out a scoff. The annoyance made you pull your hand from him, which earned a pouty lips from Yeonjun.

    "Stop doing that, it's not working." you glared at him. And he laughed, what do you expect?

    "It's just... it's ridiculous, and funny, I don't know... fuck that old man. He was strong, but like that is fascinating. Like some sort of a movie scene that came out to life." he said in between his series of laughter. You scoffed, you might see him as quite a reckless guy but definitely not this type. You didn't see this coming, you definitely thought he would dwell on it.

    "What?" he asked surprisingly, turning his head to your direction before giggling.

    You just rolled your eyes.

    "You're fucking stupid." you mumbled to yourself, but loud enough for him to hear. You couldn't get yourself to look at him now.

    "I was worried about you."

    He froze. What did you just said? You we're worried about him? I mean, he thinks you feel the same way but you're not that vocal with your feelings. Oh god the way you just made his heart do back flips, you have no idea how you just healed him, emotionally. Heck- even physically. His heart is happy, and that's all that matters now—and the way you chest rise and fall from exhaustion, and the sweat that is trickling down from your forehead, to the side of your face, then the valley of your neck to your chest-

    You snapped your fingers when you noticed his wandering eyes, abruptly interrupting whatever it is that is going on inside his head.

    He replied with a sheepish smile before leaning his head on your shoulder. And you felt him relax against you. His breathing, the way you heart hammers against your chest, your senses are becoming more intense. It's breathtaking yet comforting, he's unpredictable yet very obvious, and you are worried, worried what lies ahead in the future yet you are here, giving what all the love left inside you. You felt him move, his face slightly bumping your chin. You felt his breath as he move his face closer to yours before planting a kiss on your temple.

    "I love you." he whispered. He is so stupid. And full of surprises. This man, this man is making you fall in love slowly but surely, like a spider preying on its target and you would gladly let him take over you, in everu possible way. You wanted to be weak, you want to cry, you want to break down, as long as you're going home to him, and his love. You are ready to risk it all.

    ———

    Looking at you right now, he doesn’t know if he’s dreaming. The way you beamed when he agreed to your plan on getting back to that man, the way you slashed the first tire of his car, and the way your eyes went as wide when the two of you almost got caught.

    And now, he was laughing to himself while staring at you, sitting across him with a brightest smile, holding up the big bag full of money, swinging it back and forth like it's a baguette bag, it reminded him of his foster mother, she loved those bags.

    "Just so you know bug, this is stealing.” he stated, voicing out his thought firmly.

    You looked at him innocently, acting as though you have no idea what is he talking about. “And so?”

    He stayed silent, turning his gaze to anywhere but you. He seems to be contemplating, lower lips are trapped between his teeth, mindlessly nibbling through the plump flesh.

    He sighed before looking back at you. “So what are you planning?"

    You smiled. And you hope that he got the message through your eyes…

    "I don't know yet, but we're running away. Do you want to come with me?"

    …that you are nervous, but are ready to move forward, with him.

    His phone vibrated.

    “What is it?” you asked, eyes scanning him.

    “Bug, my brother wanted me to sleep at the hospital…” his voice is so small and quiet. He sounded as though he’s going to cry, and his he felt like his heart is melting inside his body, he loves that little kid with all his heart, and it hurts you to see that he thought he have to choose between you and his brother.

    If you’re younger self would see you today, they would definitely make fun of you but you don’t care. He’s all you have, and you’re willing to protect him and make him happy in any ways.

    “Fuck, let’s go.” you muttered before slamming the man’s car close, before following Yeonjun to his car.

    “It’s going to be okay, junnie…” you smiled, putting your hand to hold his as he was digging nervously through the bag for his keys, which made him halt before turning his eyes at you.

    He smiled back, but there is something inside his eyes. You don’t want to assume anything, because even you, yourself knew that what you are doing is wrong but you don’t care. You just want a reason to runaway, from all the things, those feelings, and all the memories you had in this place before him.

    But Yeonjun doesn’t care about that, you can choose whatever you want, or go wherever you go, and he’s going to follow you blindly. He’s going to hold your hand tightly, and will never ever let go. He is as sure as you. But even though you looked so gorgeous and beautiful under the moonlight, with you smiling at him so adoringly, and the thought of running away with you somewhere and finally leaving all the dark past behind, he can’t help but feel like he’s betraying you.

    ———

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  • shotbyvity
    25.09.2021 - 1 day ago
    #minhee smut drabbles #minhee smut#minhee headcanons#kpop smut #kpop hard hour #kang minhee#cravity minhee#cravity smut #cravity hard hour
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  • blu-joons
    25.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    My Ideal Type ~ Park Seonghwa

    His smile was shy as he watched you walk onto the set, hovering behind the cameras as you made sure that all of the members were in the room. The final preparations were being made for the interview, whilst staff scattered around to prepare the boys.

    “Are you going to stay and watch?” Seonghwa questioned as you passed him by, keeping a small distance between the two of you, “I’d like to have you here supporting me.”

    “It’s my job,” you laughed in reply, “I’ve got no choice but to stick around and keep an eye on you.”

    Your head shook at the chaos that was around you, as ever, keeping the boys in order was impossible for you, but it was a job that you absolutely adored all the same.

    The two of you were always very careful around each other, especially in professional environments. Those closest to you knew what was going on, but you both knew for the sake of your jobs, it was better to keep your relationship as private as possible in order to not cause too much trouble.

    “Can we get Ateez on set?” You overheard a voice call out, spinning around as the members all began to file up onto the stage one by one.

    Your hand pushed Seonghwa forwards as he tried to hover around you with a wide smile on his face. Your head shook as he turned round to you, poking his tongue out at you before turning his attention back up towards the stage, being seated on the end of a sofa.

    “Welcome back,” the interviewer smiled as the cameras started to role, with the boys organising themselves before the cameras turned around to them. “We’re joined tonight by Ateez, why don’t you guys say hello?”

    “Eight makes one team! Hello, we are Ateez!”

    Your eyes were firmly on Seonghwa as he bowed for the camera, keeping a close eye on him as his eyes looked around too making sure that you were definitely still in the room and there for him.

    As the interview started, the questions seemed to be pretty cliché, with the members all taking turns to speak up, forcing smiles onto their faces as they turned out answers, they had given several times before.

    “We’re busy preparing to get out and see Atiny,” Hongjoong spoke up as they were asked about the things that were busy doing, “we’ve got plenty of new stuff coming out soon, so as ever we’re just working hard and hoping that people look forward to what we do.”

    Your head nodded instinctively at his response, as ever you monitored everything that they had to say closely, the whole way through the interview to ensure there were no slip ups.

    “Do you all mind if we ask some questions from the fans?” The interviewer eventually asked.

    You were pleased to see the interview take a more natural turn, without the boys having to answer the same rehearsed questions as they usually had to do.

    A few fan questions were asked to the other members before eventually it was Seonghwa’s turn, with the interviewer looking particularly excited to ask their question to him.

    “We’ve got a question from Jisoo in Busan, who wants to know if you have an ideal type Seonghwa?” She asked, staring across at him, “I’m sure all of your fans want to know the answer to that too.”

    “I do as it goes.”

    Immediately his eyes looked across the room to where you stood, offering you the smallest of smiles to make sure that no one else picked up on it. The rest of the boys all knew instinctively where his gaze would be, making sure that they kept themselves composed to make sure that they gave no hints away for the interviewer to pick up on.

    “I love kind people, who always support me,” Seonghwa began to answer, “looks don’t matter too much to me, it’s all about personality.”

    “He loves girls who make him laugh too,” Yeosang interrupted, “he’s always been really good at finding funny girls who can make all of us laugh too.”

    You knew Yeosang meant well, but beside him Yunho was quick to give him a nudge to stop him from spilling any further. Whilst nothing gave you away, you were worried that he might just end up running away with himself.

    “Surely you must have a bit of an ideal type when it comes to looks?” The interviewer pushed.

    Seonghwa’s head shook back at her as he glanced at you, making sure that he could conceal your identity. “A big smile is important,” he noted as your smile went wide, “a big smile always makes my heart flutter.”

    “Are you sure you can’t be a little more specific?”

    His head shook, relieved to see your head nod as you assured him silently that he had done enough to make you feel loved, whilst also keeping things nice and quiet between you both.

    “People who I like know that I like them, that’s all that matters to me.”

    It didn’t take long before Hongjoong especially tried to change the subject of the interview, not wanting for Seonghwa to be placed under anymore pressure that he needed to be. Once she eventually caved, you sighed in relief, watching Seonghwa settle again in his seat.

    After a few more questions, the interview was brought to an end as the studio lights came back on, and the boys all stood up. You hovered back as they walked off the stage, spotting Seonghwa instantly as he waved across to you.

    You followed a few paces behind him as he walked off the set and across to the boys’ dressing room, holding the door until you arrived. As soon as you did, he closed the door and locked it behind you both so that you had no interruptions.

    “Did I answer the question alright?” He immediately asked you, “I didn’t say anything wrong or upset you, did I?”

    “No,” you quickly assured you, closing the distance between you both, “you had to be very careful with your words, but you still made me feel as if you were talking just about me, I couldn’t ask for anything more than that.”

    With a sigh of relief, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You could tell that he was nervous, he was with any media that they did, but especially so when you were in the room, and subconsciously the topic of conversation too.

    You gave him a few moments before looking up at him, smiling wide at the grin that was on his face as soon as he looked down at you.

    “I was so nervous that I’d say the wrong thing,” he admitted, “if I was too specific, I ran the risk of some of the other staff realising, I already think a couple of them are suspicious.”

    “You’ve saved our backs for another day; you don’t have to worry about that.”

    Seonghwa’s head nodded calmly, “making sure that I did the right thing for you was the only thing I was worried about up there.”

    “You were fine,” you assured him, “and it certainly feels nice for me to know that I’m your ideal type.”

    “You’re my only type,” Seonghwa confirmed, “every single part of you will always be the ideal type for me.”

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  • blu-joons
    25.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    The Confession ~ Jang Wooyoung

    It was the biggest relief of all for you as you glanced over the date on your calendar, noticing what was written in the small box. A smile soon appeared on your face as you prepared for your day, counting down the final few hours.

    Looking across at Wooyoung as the two of you finally reunited, you couldn’t quite believe that he was finally home. The tour was only a few weeks long, but it was enough for you to miss him, and his company too.

    Little did you know just how much he missed you too, seeing you sat across from him at the table was enough to bring a wide smile to his face as well.

    “There’s been so many times where we were on the road where I thought of you,” Wooyoung spoke, taking a sip from his drink, “I kept thinking how different things would have been if you were there too.”

    “I know you love being with the boys,” you reminded him, sitting forwards to the table, “but I know how much you obviously miss having your best friend around you too.”

    Wooyoung’s eyes rolled, “I didn’t miss you that much, I can survive without you.”

    Your eyes raised questionably as he sighed, knowing that you were right. He loved to push you, pretend as if he didn’t need you that much, but you knew otherwise.

    Whenever he was in trouble, or whenever he needed a shoulder to cry on, you were always the first contact that he searched for, it was only ever you that he needed to be there for him.

    “Nichkhun almost got himself lucky as well on the last night of the tour,” Wooyoung sniggered, shaking his head at the memory, “you should have seen how smug he was.”

    “What went wrong for him?” You enquired.

    “Management got in the way, Junho wanted to throw him under the bus,” he chuckled, surprised when your eyes went wide, “told him that it would be impossible to maintain such a long-distance thing and that it was better to look closer to home.”

    “Is that what you’re saving yourself for?” You teased, surprised when Wooyoung tensed up in his seat, averting his eyes away from you. “Your manager has got a point; we’ve all seen how difficult relationships are for you guys anyway.”

    Wooyoung’s head slowly nodded, his manager certainly had a point. Steering away from home had never quite been his thing, he hated the idea of long-distance, he loved being close with his partner, whenever he found the one.

    “I always had my eye on someone, but I don’t think they quite feel the same,” Wooyoung confessed, “sometimes someone can be a little too close to home to risk it.”

    Your gaze turned questionable as Wooyoung shuffled back in his seat, continuing to look away from you. You were keen to found out more about the mysterious person that was evidently playing on Wooyoung’s mind as he continued to drink from his coffee.

    He on the other hand was keen to change the subject, but he couldn’t. You had always been running through his mind, more so on tour when he wasn’t able to be with you when he wanted or get in contact with you whenever he had the chance.

    “It’s nice being able to be back with you,” he suddenly smiled across at you.

    “You’ve only been away for a couple of weeks Wooyoung, it’s not been that long this time.”

    “It still doesn’t change the fact that I hate being away from you, you’re still my best friend no matter where in the world I am Y/N.”

    You could tell that something was off with Wooyoung by the way that his voice wavered. His eyes continued to look anywhere but across at you, tapping nervously around the glass of his mug as he tried to keep himself composed and calm around you.

    “I’ve found it much more difficult this time around too,” he then confessed, leaving you stunned.

    Your head shook back across at him, “perhaps we’ve not spent as much time together as we usually do recently, but you have a great time on tour.”

    Whilst he always had a blast on the road, there was one thing that was always missing for him. He hated being away from you, no matter how hard he tried to push you to the back of his mind, you always found a way to come back and play on his mind again.

    “You’re being strange,” you sighed, scratching over the top of your head, “you’ve been strange ever since I arrived here, I thought you would have been looking forward to seeing me.”

    “I am,” he quickly assured, jolting up in his seat to make sure that you didn’t walk away, “I am happy to have you here, but there’s just been so much on my mind for the last few days, a lot of feelings that I’ve been trying to figure out and make sense of, specifically involving you I suppose.”

    You leant forwards as finally Wooyoung looked across at you, letting you know how serious he was. “What feelings have you been experiencing?” You asked, offering him a teasing smile, “you can’t not tell me what’s going on in that head of yours right now Wooyoung?”

    His head nodded, “I know you’re my best friend Y/N, but that doesn’t mean to say that there can’t be something more between us too. I don’t want to miss out on having you with me.”

    “You already have me,” you reminded him, resting your hand to the top of the table, “but I think you could be right there as well, I think there could be something more there, I think there always might have been something there too.

    Wooyoung slowly lowered his hand down so that it rested over your own, feeling his heart flutter when you didn’t move away. Instead, you turned your hand around so that your palms were pressed together, intertwining your fingers in with one another.

    “You. You’re the one I want Y/N, I don’t want to look too close to home, but I’ve looked far away, tours, events, apps, but none of them compare. I hate what you do to me, but I couldn’t love you anymore if I tried,” he confessed.

    “Y-you love me?” You questioned, surprised when Wooyoung nodded his head back at you. “How long have you kept all this quiet? Has this really been playing on your mind for the whole tour Wooyoung, the poor boys have probably been driven up the wall by you?”

    “It’s been on my mind for so much longer than just the tour, since the moment I met you.”

    Your head shook as a laugh escaped from you, “that was six years ago Wooyoung? What did you think this was, did you always think I was just going to be your best friend? Did you ever think in that time there could have been more?”

    His head nodded back across at you, “I always held onto a bit of hope, but now I don’t think I need hope anymore, because I think all of the things that I used to wish for are finally coming true, if I’ve caught the right lines?”

    “I think you’ve definitely caught the right lines Wooyoung.”

    “Good, because this, and you, are all that I’ve ever wanted.”

    ---

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  • snvngkwan
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    old friend — thank you riki-san

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    synopsis: when sunoo and y/n were kids, sunoo confessed to y/n only to disappear the next day. now years later, all y/n wants to do is get through school as easy as possible but when sunoo unexpectedly comes back how easy can it be?

    a/n: the title and stuff came from me constantly thinking about jake saying "ni-ki san" 💔

    taglist: @ncityy04 @whoe-dis @sunysunoo @studioreader @korejijiyo @s0ngk4ng @xoxojayd3n @mika-t3t @sugawarasrose @leenthepanda @niikipuff @meiinumaki @nyfwyeonjun @voidiinn @enhanote @aj-1154 @xetherealbeautyx @meiiiwa @wccycc [cant tag] @adoreyeonjun @annasheii @ielaa

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  • blu-joons
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    DAD Day6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Wonpil

    A ⇴ AFFECTION

    Wonpil was around you and your bump as much as he possibly could be, it didn’t matter in what capacity he was able to hold onto you or cuddle you, he would find a way to have some sort of physical touch on you.

    B ⇴ BUMP

    He was practically glued to your bump, always touching it or talking to your baby when he was cuddled around the bump with his head nearby to it. You were often second best when it came to Wonpil’s attention with your bump, he adored being affectionate with you, but your bump was a definite bonus for him too.

    C ⇴ CRAVINGS

    Most of the time Wonpil was one step ahead of you when it came to your cravings, he could always tell when you were getting a bit grouchy and in need of food, and before you even had to say anything, he’d appear in front of you with the box of snacks that he kept for you just in case of any craving emergencies.

    D ⇴ DUE DATE

    Your due date was something he focused on a lot, keeping a countdown on the screen of his phone so that he always knew exactly how long there was left. Whilst others preferred not to know, Wonpil always wanted to know how long was to go down to the minute so that he could make sure that he stayed organised, and also ensure he got everything done at work in time too to be at home with you as your due date neared.

    E ⇴ EMOTIONS

    Wonpil was beyond excited to become a dad, but he always tried to stay calm around you. He didn’t want you to get too overexcited and risk hurting yourself whenever he got excited, so instead he’d take a deep breath and act as if he was relaxed. You could always tell when he was holding back, he’d bite down on his bottom lip to try and control his smile so that you didn’t get ahead of yourself too much either.

    F ⇴ FAMILY

    Both of you were very fortunate to have very supportive families who were more than happy to do anything that you needed. All of them knew how busy Wonpil was especially as he tried to get as much done as possible before your baby arrived, so whenever they were needed, they always stepped in and helped you out, getting you things or stopping round just for a chat whenever you were by yourself.

    G ⇴ GENDER

    Whether or not you found out the gender of your baby was in fact a long discussion for the two of you. Neither of you could exactly make up your minds, and after a long list of reasons for and against being written up by the two of you, eventually your minds were made up to find out the gender of your baby when the chance came.

    H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

    Soft giggles always came from Wonpil whenever he heard the beat of your baby’s heart. It was always overwhelming for him to hear the sounds so loud and clear, he loved more than anything else that he was able to hear that your baby was healthy, as if their strong kicks weren’t already a good enough sign.

    I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

    When he helped you sleep, Wonpil often reminded you that he loved you in the hope that his sweet nothings would help ease your mind from stress and worry and help you settle enough to close your eyes. It was never a guarantee, but Wonpil loved to remind you that he loved you anyway, even if you were still wide awake.

    J ⇴ JEALOUSY

    There were a few harmless comments that came from others that would sometimes make Wonpil jealous, especially if it seemed someone was doubting his capabilities as a dad. He worried quite a lot whether he would be a good enough dad or not, so whilst others saw their comments as jokes, the little voice in the back of Wonpil’s head would often try and coerce him into listening and trusting what was being said to him.

    K ⇴ KICKS

    As with the beat of your baby’s heart, whenever Wonpil felt your baby kicking he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from laughing too. The stronger the kick the better as far as Wonpil was concerned, even though he knew the strong kicks hurt you, he loved being able to receive a good sign from your baby that they were alright.

    L ⇴ LABOUR

    Your labour was all a bit of a panicked rush after you went into labour suddenly, leaving Wonpil stunned too. It took him a little while to realise what was going on and take in his surroundings so that he could stand up and be there for you. Once he’d taken it all in and come to terms with what was going on, he was right by your side and reassuring you whilst you remained slightly panicked in the middle of chaos.

    M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

    It would take Wonpil a moment to realise what was going on most mornings when he heard noise from the bathroom. Once it had sunk in that it was you throwing up, he’d be on his way into the bedroom straight away, regardless of how tired he was, sitting down beside you with his arm around your back helping you out.

    N ⇴ NURSERY

    Taking responsibility for decorating the nursery was something that worried Wonpil, design and build wasn’t his strength and the last thing he wanted to do was make a mistake when someone could’ve done it better.

    O ⇴ OBSESSION

    He was obsessed with watching you grow, he loved not only seeing your bump grow but also seeing how you grew as a person, with a more confident stride and a smile wider on your face then he had ever seen before.

    P ⇴ POST BIRTH

    Wonpil trusted in you after you gave birth in the hope that you’d only do as much as you could. He was slightly worried that you would push yourself too quickly, but if you did, then Wonpil knew that he couldn’t scold you for it, but instead he had to continue supporting you and focus on your baby as well.

    Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

    He always asked how you were as the first thing he said to you whenever he found you in a room. His immediate worry was always you and your bump, and once he knew that you were alright, then he could smile with you.

    R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

    Making memories was a top priority of Wonpil’s throughout your pregnancy, during most of the time he had his phone or his camera in his hand so that he could capture as much as possible. One day he knew that both of you would look back over all the snaps he’d taken with wide smiles and tears in your eyes.

    S ⇴ SCANS

    You’d often have to tug your scan photos out of Wonpil’s hand when he got a hold of it as he never wanted to let them go. It surprised you quite often how touched he was by the scan photos, wondering how he would act when it was eventually your baby that he had in his arms instead of just a photo.

    T ⇴ TEST

    When you were taken into hospital because you felt unwell, you thought it was a joke when the nurse suggested a pregnancy test. When it proved that she was right with her instinct, neither of you could believe it.

    U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

    Supporting you is always Wonpil’s top priority, so he makes sure to drop anything that is in his schedule so that he can be there for you.

    V ⇴ VISITS

    He followed your lead again when it came to having visitors, as soon as you told Wonpil that you felt ready to invite people to your home, then he did so, but before that he always told people that you weren’t ready for visitors.

    W ⇴ WAITING

    For the most part, Wonpil was patient in waiting, he had a few short bursts of impatience, but other than that he was happy taking every day as it came.

    X ⇴ XXXX

    Being so clingy, it came as little surprise to you that whenever Wonpil was holding onto you, he would kiss against a part of your body too. He loved being as affectionate with you as possible, especially with his hands often at your bump.

    Y ⇴ YOU

    You were his everything, Wonpil was incredibly fond of both you and your bump.

    Z ⇴ ZZZ

    At night Wonpil loved to cuddle around your bump, he’d place several cushions around your bump so that he would be comfortable enough to stay there for the night, keeping your bump nice and secure to help you sleep too.

    ---

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  • hyucksyuno
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    hiii this is a new writing acc for nct and exo 💗

    i'm accepting requests! i'm still thinking about making a list or something you guys can pick from, but you can also send in a few asks if you already have anything specific in mind. I'll try to work something out of them 🥰

    talk to me on the dms or here 💌

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  • stealanity
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    daydream ✩ lee juyeon

    dedicated to @deputyjuyeon ! hi lovely ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
    song inspiration : daydream — the boyz
    genre : angst & fluff
    word count : 667

    everything was clear as a diamond, shining like the first glow of the sun on summer mornings, white as the first snow of the winter period, soft as a cotton flower. everything seemed perfect, ethereal, like a precious impenetrable and transparent bubble.

    juyeon couldn't help but smile, making his eyes turn into crescent moon, that seemed to make your heart beat faster. your pianist's hand, soft and delicate, clinging to his, large and protective, in your beautiful white clothes matching each other. sharing the white tablecloth of a picnic, your ears lulled by the melodious and incessant song of the doves that flew here and there around your two silhouettes.

    you smiles eternally on your faces, your laughter making your boyfriend's heart beat with love. and even though he couldn't seem to hear your voice, juyeon cherished every moment spent in this white world you were both in. his fingers playing with the strands of your hair, resting the latter against your cheek to stroke your porcelain skin. and when you approached him, rubbing the tip of your nose against his own, he suddenly thought he felt the ground giving way under his body, his heart floating in the air.

    your touches were synonymous with paradise, causing an electric field along his spine, causing him to lose his mind, triggering tingling in the tips of his cold fingers. a semblance of invisible wind made your hair fly, and juyeon couldn't help but think that you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen.

    when your lips crashed into his, engulfing him in a torent of emotions, he had the impression of seeing stars taking shape above your heads, while the sky was completely white. your hands hanging on his shoulders, exchanging the most passionate kisses of all the time, juyeon didn't want to move away : his fingers pressing on your lower back to bring your body as fragile as crystal against his.

    nothing could have broken this moment of happiness which embalmed your hearts, but suddenly you seemed to be so far away from him. finally opening his eyes, despite the fear of what he would find out, juyeon only saw a brief image of your face, blurred in an unknown way. he didn't understand why you seemed to fade away, as if the memory of your eyes, your hands, your mouth, were eradicated from his memory. he couldn't seem to remember your face, your voice, your laugh, as if his sweet dream turns into a terrible nightmare.

    tears lodged at the corners of his eyes, all the clarity around him getting sucked into a big black hole. he wanted to run far away, to flee this despair which seemed to want to capture him, he wanted to grab your hand and protect this sweet heaven you were despite despite your blurred face.

    but when reality hit him hard, waking him up with a start in an empty bed, his forehead glistening with sweat and heavy breathing, juyeon realized that all of this was just one more time a simple dream. the same dream of you that he had every night since you were gone.

    juyeon felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest, as tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. he blamed himself, he blamed himself for gradually forgetting your gaze, for forgetting the curves of your face, of your body, to forget the tone of your laughter, the intonation of your voice. he blame himself for forgetting little by little each memories that rallied you to him.

    and that's why, each day, one after the other, juyeon is waiting for only one thing : the moment when he can close his eyes to rush into dream land. he yearns for this moment when he slips under his warm sheets, enjoying this sweetness after an exhausting day, when he can finally go away from his responsibilities to let himself be carried away by the flow of memories of you that he could still remember.

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  • kpopscruggles
    24.09.2021 - 1 day ago

    Timestamp Requests

    I wanna write some stuff for you guys today since I’m off my attention will be on the blog today so please send something in and don’t be shy loves ❤︎

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