Part of the anniversary drabbles! Author: Admin E Word Count: 1405
‘Hey Jacky, i’m home!’, you yelled as you slipped out of your shoes, your hand leaning against the hallway wall of your shared apartment for balance. You felt a bit drained from a long day at work until suddenly a delicious smell caught your attention.
You shuffled towards the place effusing the aroma that was curling into your nostrils, only to find your boyfriend in an apron and pottering around the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him reading a recipe out of one of the cooking books you got from your mom when you and Jackson decided to move in together. He was so concentrated he didn’t even notice you getting home.
You cleared your throat not so subtly so he’d snap out of his cooking bubble and find you watching him with an amused grin plastered on your face.
‘Oh? ____-, i didn’t hear you coming in baby!’
The wide, genuine smile you adored so much spread across his handsome face as he dropped everything to walk over to you an give you a proper greeting by pulling you into his strong arms and lovingly placing a kiss on your lips.
‘What’s all this for?’, you asked him curiously.
Jackson scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion as he leaned back to see your face, his arms still around your waist.
‘What do you mean what’s this for?’
‘Well you usually don’t c-‘
You stopped right in the middle of your sentence. Oh no. You didn’t forget another anniversary, did you? That’d be disastrous! You shuddered when you remembered the last time you forgot an important date… You bit your lip in agony as you waited for his reaction, but a very overexaggerated pout was the only thing that followed. That wasn’t too bad, right? Nothing like being tied to the bed and being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm for the rest of the night. Never again do you want to experience such torture.
‘Can’t i do something nice for my lady just because i want to?’, he sulked as he looked at you with those bright puppy eyes.
‘Ahw baby ofcourse!’, you cooed as you pinched his cheeks before pecking a quick kiss on his pouty lips. ‘You’re so sweet!’
‘Well yeah! ‘Cause that’s just the man i am, you know. You’re so lucky to have me as a boyfriend, doing all that stuff spontaneously without any hidden motives, i’m the be-‘
You silenced him with a finger on his lips so he’d stop talking for a second.
‘Okay. What’s your deal Jackson, spill it.’
‘Deal? What deal? I really am just doing this to spoil my pretty princess.’, he kept looking at you all innocently like that, big eyes, puffy cheeks, pouty lips. Yeah, he was definitely up to something.
You rolled your eyes and snorted as he skipped towards the kitchen again, pulled out a big plate out of the fridge and handed you a glass of red wine.
You took a sip as you leaned against the counter and watched him carefully.
‘Seriously Jackson, what are you up to?’
‘Me? Nothing babe, i swear. Here, have an oyster!’, he exclaimed excitedly, picking up the giant plate and holding it in front of your nose. Oysters. No kidding.
‘You…You bought oysters? Do we eat that? How do we eat that?’
‘Uhh…I’m not sure myself…I heard you need to do it like this, hold on.’
He put down his glass of wine to crack one open, revealing a blubbery mollusk inside the shell. You both stared at it with an unsure expression.
‘Okay, so…You need to get it loose from the shell…like this…and then gulp it down in one go.’
He brought the shell to his lips and let the blubber slide inside of his mouth. His eyes immediately widened and you could swear you saw him turning pale.
You slapped your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter when his expression continued to grow in horror.
‘How-how does it taste babe?’, your voice trembled as you tried your best to hold down a snicker.
Jackson kept chewing and turning the oyster around in his mouth and he looked like he wanted to throw up.
‘Delicious. S-so good.’, he managed to choke out inbetween disgusted gags.
‘Really? In that case i think you should have another one.’, you kept grinning as you started to crack open another shell.
You were having way too much fun with this. It’s his own fault for being such a bluff.
‘N-not necess-hmp!’, he smashed his hand in front of his mouth, trying to stifle another gag, but it was no use.
He ran towards the sink to immediately spit out the chawed oyster and yell ‘Gross!’.
You blinked innocently at him this time. ‘What’s wrong baby? Weren’t they that delicious after all?’
He glared at you for a moment before looking at the full plate of oysters laying, waiting in a mountain of ice.
‘Won’t you try one?’, he asked you hopefully, putting on his best puppyface for you again.
‘I think i’ll pass.’
He sighed in regret.
‘These were so expensive… I thought they’d be delicious, why else would they cost that much?! How can people enjoy those?’
You laughed and patted your boyfriend on the crest of his head. He looked adorable sulking like that.
‘Well, you tried. But why buy them if you don’t know whether we’d like it?’
His pout vanished immediately, making place for an alerted expression.
‘No reason! Just…wanted to try it sometime. Guess that one flopped huh, my bad haha.’
You furrowed your brows in suspicion again.
‘Jackson, you’re acting weird. I mean, you’re not acting like yourself.’
‘Nonsense babycakes! Let me just take this out of the oven, hold on.’
Babycakes? Something was definitely up and you were sure to go crazy if you didn’t know what in the next 10 minutes.
Now you knew what smelled so good it made your mouth water as he pulled the ovendish out and placed it on the cooking range. He made Chicken PiriPiri aka hot and spicy chicken. It looked so good and delicious you almost forgot your mission. But then it hit you.
‘Baby, this looks amazing but don’t you hate too spicy food? I see a lot of chilipeppers in there.’
‘What? Me? No, i love spicy food babe. Could eat it all day.’
‘You threw up once when we went for the spiciest korean dish in the restaurant.’
‘That place was very unsanitary, i just got foodpoisening.’
‘No you didn’t, i had the exact same thing and i was completely fine!’
And then it started to dawn on you. Red wine…Oysters…Chilipeppers… You thought deeply and the little gears in your mind were running at full speed. You were onto something.
‘Jackson…What’s for dessert?’, you asked, suspecting.
‘How did you know i-‘
‘What is it?’
‘Moelleux au chocolat…’
You gasped loudly and pointed an accusing finger at him as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.
‘You’re feeding me hornyfood!’
‘What?! I would never!’
You remembered clearly now. Just last week you were reading an article in your favourite magazine about aphrodisiacs, food that sparks the sexual appetite. Oysters, chilipeppers and chocolate were definitely in that list.
‘You’ve read my magazine haven’t you?’
‘What magazine?’
‘Jackson!’
He held up his hands as he finally surrendered, giving up trying to hide his true motives.
‘Okay, okay! You’re right, i read your magazine. Thought i’d give it a try.’, he shrugged sheepishly, a halfly apologetic smile on his face.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a giggle. It was sweet somehow, despite the fact he tried to trick you.
‘Baby…You know i don’t need all that to get in the mood…’, you softly said as you approached him further.
‘I know but…’
‘Why would i need oysters when my biggest aphrodisiac is standing right in front of me?
Jackson gulped but curled his arms around you nonetheless.
‘I’m only hungry for you’, you whispered before leaning in and crashing your lips on his in a heated kiss.
‘Good, because i don’t think i’d be able to eat that spicy chicken anyway.’, he grinned as you separated for a second to catch your breaths.
You chuckled amused. The lengths this guy would go to once he had his mind set on something…
Sana knows she’ll never be with her… she’s never hers to begin with.
Sana can’t remember when it all started; where watching Nayeon sleep has been her favorite habit.
Her fingers curl, stopping the urge to reach towards Nayeon and trace her every feature, afraid to be more attached than she already is. Nevertheless, she gazes at her, memorizing her pretty features with her eyes, imprinting the perfect image before her.
If tomorrow she won’t be able to be with her anymore, she’d always remember this night with her - and all the other nights they had shared before this - even if Nayeon is holding different memories; memories of another girl who’s not her; who she thought she shared those nights with.
Sana knows she’ll never be with her… she’s never hers to begin with.
She never thought she’d be falling in love with her. Nayeon is… everything she doesn’t want; sad and funny as it is.
Maybe the saying holds a bit of truth after all - you attract what you hate - and now she’s too headlong in love with her and it’s too little too late to change how she feels. Besides, she doesn’t think it’s even possible.
Nayeon has been the most beautiful thing to ever happen to her even if what she has with her is just borrowed time.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13,+18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly.
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist)|The LOFT- Glass Walls //Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
i can’t believe there’s only one more chapter and we’re done. it has been a roller coaster ride of emotion with this fic. brilliantly written! a story of grief, recovery, moving on, and finding new love eventually. Seokjin with a little girl is adorable!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, graphic depiction of tragedy/trauma, graphic depiction of a car accident scene, character death
Looking back, you would sometimes compare your life to the stories that you have read from those romance novels that you have loved so much when you were younger.
You were sixteen when you began to harbour a crush on your brother’s best friend. Both of them had been inseparable since junior high, especially after they both entered the basketball team together, and Aron had always spent a lot of time at your house to allow you to ogle at him at every chance you got.
At first, you had known that it would be impossible for him to reciprocate the feeling that you had for him, and yet you did nothing to stop it when the feeling had developed at some point when you kept on seeing him around. Still, you didn’t think much of it when Aron started spending more time at your house, sometimes stealing his chances to slip away from your brother to be able to see you even if all he did was to tease and joke around with you like an older brother would.
finally finally finally… a look into OC’s past, what a tragedy indeed! No wonder she doesn’t drive and his brother pick her up and drop her off. This just shows that each person has its own healing, healing is not timebound. Each person has their own way of coping up and healing and moving on. For Seokjin its a year, but for OC, no. Up until now she has not opened herself up. Or maybe, it takes the right person? For OC it took Seokjin’s arrival to finally let herself move on and feel something again, while Seokjin it was shorter coz OC was there on the very 1st day.
We are nearing the end, and i wanted so much for them to have their happiness - together or otherwise. They both deserve it.
I can never thank you enough, Dia! this is such an amazing story. I don’t know what you do in your dungeon, but this surpass everything i could ever want or expected. Thank you for not cutting corners. I always tease you about splitting story and about exceeding the word count you yourself has set, but it only shows how dedicated you are to a story.
➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.
➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.
↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)
↳ Cross post | AO3|Inkitt (coming soon!)
↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know-Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.
THEN…
From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.
To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.
To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.
“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.
Sooooo… i held off as long as I coukd coz i know its going to hurt. I read the teaser so i have an idea how much it will hurt. To be fair to the reader, we all have these kind of thoughts even if you’re not dating a renowned music producer. Its a given in any relationship, and i feel her with her struggles - the feeling of inadequacy, the sort of “power dynamics” (him being famous while her “normal”), the inner monologue of telling yourself that he loves you and that he’s faithful.
My chest was so tight the whole time i was reading this, up until the interview with Yoongi. After that i released a very huge breath. This is such a beautiful story, the way Yoongi makes it up to her with words and deeds, trying to prove to her that she’s loved and there is no one else.
It takes hard work to keep any relationship to work and this story is such a gem coz it gives you hope that there is happy ending.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | mentions of grief, implied/mention of character’s death
↳ Word count | 5,5k words
↳ Author’s Note | A longer chapter with this one (I’m sorry T^T) and another case of splitting a chapter into two to make things work. Roughly edited, so I might return to fix stuff once the story’s completed. I hope you’ll enjoy this one!
You can no longer remember the last time you found yourself in a moment like this. Surrounded by nothing else but warmth that you just want to embrace it forever and curl inside it to hide away from the painful world and never let go.
You had no idea what to expect when you came back from the back kitchen to find your older brother sitting in Seokjin’s booth. Never once had you ever imagined seeing both men sitting together and having a conversation the way they did, but watching it happening right in front of your eyes felt as if you were witnessing both of your worlds colliding together.
And surprisingly, you didn’t find anything wrong with it at all.
finally! thank goodness for Minhyun! i’ve said it before, i will not fault Seokjin for being blind. he just lost his wife and taking care of theor daughter as well. its too much to be honest.
but, finally! we’re going on a dinner! i am so excited for the next chapters.
and hello??? has anyone noticed how Dia split sweet melody into 2? i am not surprise anymore, really. thank you Dia, its just a testament of how much you work hard for every story you put out.
After going through the inbox and organizing all our requests by member, I can tell you that y’all are some thirsty people!! XD You’re definitely the most thirsty for Suga who by far had the most requests, and least so for poor Jin. Overall there’s SIX PAGES of requests, not including ships!! Hopefully I’ll get started on that huge list soon!
He was very slow made his way towards me. It felt like I was an innocent creature, and he was the tiger stalking his prey, and it just turned me on even more. It made me feel so vulnerable, and somehow, even hornier than I was three minutes ago. As he stops at the edge of the bed, I can tell what he wants me to do, at least I’m sure I do. I crawl over to him, and I reach for his belt. I look up at him, silently asking with my eyes, and he just nods. I then start undoing his belt, then his zipper, and I then try to pull his pants down. Given that he has muscular thighs, I wasn’t able to pull his pants down very much, but he does help me.
That’s when I realize that he doesn’t have his shoes on. How long was he standing there?
I can see the bulge of his cock through his boxers, and the smell immediately draws me in closer. I swear I’m going to get addicted his cock like it’s a drug or something. I unknowingly bit my lip as I start to pull his boxers down, and his cock nearly hits me in the face when it springs out. Honestly, I probably would have laughed if that happened, but that would have killed the mood.
“Woah it’s so big.”
It really was. At only a semi (I’m about to change that *wink*), it’s about six and a half inches. I then nervously take my right hand, and grasp it softly, and slowly start stroking it. I can hear Minjun start moaning, and I take that as confirmation that I’m doing a good job. I only ever did this one other time, but it wasn’t right in front of my face. I slightly push Minjun back with my left hand, and quickly, but sexily, move so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. Having seen porn a few times before, I vaguely know what to do next, and I spit onto his cock, smearing it while I keep stroking.
As he continues moaning, I can feel his cock growing in my hand. So much in fact, that I have to use my other hand too. At this point, Minjun has put one of his hands on the back of my head, and has started to slowly push my face towards his cock. I know he wants me to suck it, because I REALLY want to suck it too. I take my left hand off, open my mouth, and put just the head of his cock into my mouth. Wow, it’s so warm and tasty. And big!
He stopped pushing my head, but still keeps his hand there. Trust me Oppa, I don’t plan on coming back for a little while. I just give my jaw time to adjust to his size before going any further, and I start flicking the tip with my tongue, while still slowly stroking with my right hand. After about four or five minutes, I start to add more of his cock into my mouth. After another couple of minutes, I move my hand to the very base, and start bobbing my head on his cock. His grunts and moans are like music to my ears, it’s just turning me on that much more.
I look up at him, and his head is thrown back and his eyes are closed.
“Aahh fuccckk babe.. you’re sooo fuckinnggg good at thisss.”
That’s all I needed to hear before going any further. I do my best to deep throat him every couple of bobs. His grunting starts getting faster, and I can tell that he’s getting close. I speed up my bobbing, and try to go as deep as I can, just to get him closer faster. At this point, I’m doing it so I can taste his cum again, not to actually make him cum. This is only the first time sucking his cock, but I’m already addicted to his taste.
“Yeriiii! I’m nearly there.”
I take him out of my mouth with a sexy pop, and start furiously stroking him into my mouth. It takes a couple of seconds, but he finally releases his delicious cum into my waiting mouth and onto my lips. I slow down my stroking, because I want to get as much of his cum out as I can. While doing that, I swallow what’s in my mouth, before licking my lips to get every last little bit of his cum I can. After about a minute, the last little bit of cum eases its way out of the tip of his cock, and I immediately suck it from him, savouring ever drop that I can.
“hmmm… Sooo tastyyy Oppaa.”
“You don’t know how sexy it is to hear you say that.”
I wasn’t even trying to be sexy, I was just being honest, but if he finds that sexy, then I’m just gonna say it more.
Without saying a word, he picks me up, and (somewhat) roughly puts me down on the bed. With my head now on the pillow, I’m able to get a quick look at what’s happening. He’s made his way on top of me, and his hand is just above my pussy. I look up into his eyes, and I can see a fire in him that I’ve never seen before.
“One finger or two?” Was all he said.
“Two please Oppa.”
He just goes in for a forceful kiss, and I go all in with my tongue. We make out for about a full minute before anything else happens. All of a sudden, without warning, he shoves two of his fingers into my core and it causes me to break from the kiss.
“AAHHHHHHH OPPPAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
Going at god like speed, he then shoves his tongue back down my throat. I can’t help but moan every couple of seconds, it just feels so fucking good. All of a sudden, he breaks away from the kiss, and goes for my left nipple. I felt like screaming it feels that good, but I bite my lip to try and quiet down.
“AHH! DON’T STOPPP OPPAAAAA!!!!!”
About twenty seconds later, he brought me to my third orgasm of the afternoon. I ended up gushing all over his hand, but he just kept going.
“Oppa stop I just came! I’m sensitive.”
Surprisingly, he actually did stop. Next thing though didn’t actually surprise me. He brought his fingers to my mouth, and used his eyes to tell me suck them. I did, and I didn’t realize that I tasted so sweet. The only thing I can really compare my pussy juice to, is like a strawberry milkshake. I ended up sucking his fingers clean, and I did as enthusiastically as I could. I didn’t think I would like my own taste as much as I did.
After a second of catching my breath, he repositions himself, and aligns his cock head with my outer lips.
“Are you ready babe?”
I wrap my legs around his back, and he takes that as his cue to go.
“I’ll start slow, and you tell me when you’re ready to kick it up, ok?”
“Ok Oppa. Just fuck me silly.”
He then slowly eased his cock into my dripping pussy. Because I’m so wet, he doesn’t have much trouble getting in. The trouble only arises when it starts hurting. My Unnies did say that my first time would hurt. I try my best not to scream. His cock is just too big, but it should stop hurting soon. He just holds it there until I’ve become adjusted. It takes about five minutes, but I lock my ankles to signal that I’m ready. And then, he thrusts in hard.
“AHH SOOOO GOOD OPPPAAAA!!”
Needing now further encouragement, he starts thrusting in me hard and fast. I can’t stop moaning, and I think my eyes rolled back into my head after the first minute or so. I end up having another orgasm, and it erupt all over Minjun’s bed, but he still keeps going. Good thing his got the muscles he does, because he wouldn’t be able to go as fast as he is. He starts grunting and moaning too, but I’m still moaning louder than him. Who knows, I might break his windows.
As I feel my pussy tightening again, I can feel his cock tighten. He’s about to cum, and there’s no way that I’m taking it anywhere else other than inside me. I just pull him as close to me as I can with my legs, and I cum again, and he then fills me up. Our mixed juices flowing out onto his bed.
“Holy fuck Yeri! You’re crazy.”
“Roll over. I want to be on top this time.” I manage to say during breaths.
He does as I say, and I align his cock back into my pussy.
“Just lay back and enjoy this.” I grab his hands and put them on my tits.
He gives them a squeeze before I start to bounce on his cock. It takes me a couple of minutes, but I find a rhythm that will surely make us climax at the same time.
As we both start moaning heavily, I can feel our orgasms approaching again. I know it shouldn’t be so soon, this is like my fifth, and his third.
“Yeri slow down, I’m gonna come!”
“Me too Opppaaaaaa!!!”
“Then let’s cum together.”
I could only manage to moan. After about another minute, we both cum, and I scream louder than a jumbo jet. We both start panting, and I flop beside him, both naked and sweaty. Both our mixed cum start flowing out onto the bed, and we start catching out breath.
“Holy…fuck…Oppa….That..was….fucking..amazing..”
“Yeah..it was…I just wish…we..did…it..sooner.”
“Agreed.”
We both just laid there panting for like ten minutes, during which I cuddled into his arm.
It finally happened, and it felt amazing. I have been deflowered by the best boyfriend in the history of humanity, and I couldn’t have asked for it to happen any other way.
“Hey, wanna go for another round?”
“Fuck yes!”
I got up into doggy style position. As he came close, he pressed his cock at my entrance, but I had other plans. I reached behind, grabbed his cock, and pressed it against my puckered asshole.
“You sure babe? This could hurt.”
“I know, and I don’t care, just make sure that it leaks with your cum.”
“Ok babe.”
And in one hard thrust, he’s balls deep.
“AAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
“You ok baby? Does it hurt?”
“A little bit. Just fuck me ok? Hard and fast!”
He the grabs my hips properly, and starts pumping his cock into my ass. Yeah, it hurts, a lot, but that doesn’t matter to me. It also feels amazing, and that’s all that’s important. I leaned back a bit off my hands, and Minjun takes one of his hands off my hips to pull my hair, and it triggers my sixth orgasm. With one hand pulling my hair, he takes his other to my clit and rubs it like crazy, while still fucking me in the ass. I never thought anal would be as fun and pleasurable as it is.
About five minutes later, I cum again, and I feel Oppa cum into my ass, and it feels nice and hot. He slowly pulls out, and I turn around to suck him clean. I cleaned my ass before this, so it should be fine.
“You’re such a dirty little girl, sucking the same cock that was just in your asshole.”
Omgg this boy would be so happy! You’re his serotonin so naturally he’d be so much more energetic on stage. He knew you were watching him back in the waiting room so he’ll put 120% into his performances ESPECIALLY his facial expressions. You’ll see wink, bite his lip, al that jazz loll. When he goes back to you, he’ll be so desperate for your praises and you’ll shower him with affection. The boys knew there’s no talking to Jinhwan once you’re there. He literally sees no one else but you.
Yunhyeong
A nervous wreck on the inside. He loved that you came to support him for their concert but he didn’t want to make any mistakes in front of you. You’d see right through him and calm his nerves in the sweetest way. He would bathe in your hugs and kisses before and after the concert so he’d realize he worried for nothing. He’ll definitely rush the boys to finish packing up after the concert so he can eat dinner with you and spend the night back at the dorms.
Bobby
So f*ckin happy. He wouldn’t stop smiling and being cheeky before he went on stage. He’ll keep telling you to “watch closely at your cool boyfriend.” He literally waited so long for the day to show you his onstage aura. You’d chuckle and tell him to not make a mistake which caught him off guard. He’ll tell you there’s no way he’d make a mistake as the two of you laughed and the boys are just staring at y’all bickering cutely. They’d get sick of it soon and drag Bobby to the stage bc he wouldn’t leave your side lmaoo
B.I.
You would surprise him during practice with a bunch of food and drinks. You would also bring some for the rest of the boys and even the staffs. Everyone adored when you dropped by bc you always lifted everyone’s spirit. Hanbin would be blushing at your presence because people around him would be complimenting you to him. Staffs would casually go up to him and pat his back saying “you’re so lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend.” After you greeted some staffs and came up to the boys, he would give you this long, warm hug, grateful for your existence in his life.
DK
He’d make such a big deal about you surprising him at the company. He was in the middle of directing a track in the recording studio, but when you popped in, he’d stop everything he was doing and smile from ear to ear giving you all the attention. He’d also brag nonstop and show you off to everyone in the room,,,and then to all the staffs in the entire building. He’d ask if you were tired or hungry or bored. He’d never leave you alone ahshdjdlk He’ll even tell the boys to eat with you in the cafeteria first while he finished up his work. And when he does join y’all at the cafe he’d be all over you, trying to feed you, telling you how much he missed you etc. etc. The boys would no doubt tease him for being such a different person around you.
Junhoe
This boy would be all smiles!! He was practicing nonstop for a comeback and he couldn’t get any of the moves right and would always miss the timing. He was bitter, defeated, and wanted to give up. But you came and his attitude immediately changed. He went from downright sad to over the top happy. You were wiping the sweat off his forehead and he’d lean into your hand feeling your warm presence. You’d step out into the balcony of the building and rest with him. He’ll be so grateful for your support and just fall deeper in love with you.
Chanwoo
You’d come to his waiting room to cheer him on for his comeback promotion. But he wasn’t in the room so you chatted with the boys instead. You were so invested in them telling you the concept of the song and their outfits that you didn’t even notice Chanwoo waking in. He was taken aback at first but then he became so jealous because you were so close with his members. He wanted you to give him attention so he surprised you with a back hug. He wouldn’t stop clinging onto you and showered you with affection. The boys had to pull him apart from you so you could go to the restroom lmaoo. But after the music show was over you’d head to a really cute, secluded park for a date and the exhaustion he had from performing would all wash away.
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• I included Hanbin just because •
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Summary: Left alone by your mafia boyfriend who headed to a meeting with the Chinese mafia, you were in dire need of attention and entertainment. So you decided to leave the confines he had set up and venture out to find the perfect entertainment.
Genre:Dark? Slightly suggestive?
Warnings: Sadistic themes, violence, blood, and death. Proceed only if you are comfortable with reading darker fictional pieces.
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: This work is purely fictional. Events and details portrayed in it are also fictional and should not be taken seriously as they are violent and illegal.
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It was a late Friday night and you were left alone in the spacious penthouse. No drinks. No entertainment. No Zuho. You couldn’t bear the boredom anymore and took a cab to your favorite nightclub.
You stepped into the luxurious venue and felt a sense of freedom. For weeks now, Zuho has left you alone in his penthouse as he went off to do whatever business he had with the mafia. At first, you loved that you captured the heart of the deadly, sadistic mafia leader. But every now and then, you loved being the stubborn bitch that defied the mafia leader even more.
Unlike Zuho’s fellow gang members, you got away with whatever you did. If a gang member did as little as forget to properly greet Zuho, he will die in the blink of an eye. You, on the other hand, had an advantage. Even if you attacked the bodyguards he sent to protect you and headed to a nightclub for fun, Zuho wouldn’t dare hurt his precious lover.
You knew Zuho had the biggest soft spot for you and you always used that to your benefit. After all, what can get any more fun than teasing the most dangerous man on Earth? And deep down, you knew Zuho loved how sadistically stubborn you could get. It was as if he was staring at his own reflection. In all honesty, that was how you charmed the menacing man in the first place. So tonight, you will show Zuho just how charming you can get.
The nightclub was packed with people as usual and you made your way to the bar. “Miss y/n. I don’t see Zuho here tonight.” The handsome bartender commented as he started making your usual cocktail. He placed the drink on the marble countertop and chuckled to himself, “I guess it’ll be another night of trouble then.” You winked at him and grabbed the Moscow Mule before you spun around in the expensive barstool.
You crossed one leg over the other, perfectly showcasing your bare leg through the slit of your sultry, silk dress. Your eyes scanned the venue for your prey before your peripheral vision caught the shadow of your boyfriend. You slightly tilted your head to the left and saw his cold, indifferent expression. You laughed to yourself. His quick appearance at the club only meant one thing: your beaten-up bodyguards have reported back to him about your whereabouts. Quite frankly, you expected him to arrive later since he just had a meeting with the Chinese mafia in Shanghai.
Zuho nonchalantly walked to the VIP corner with his eight loyal members by his side. Your eyes followed your boyfriend as he took off his expensive coat and threw it on the velvet sofa. He sat manspread on the luxurious furniture, making eye contact with you, and tapped his lap. You smirked and stared back with a mischievous glint in your eyes. It was obvious what your boyfriend’s intentions were. His seated position served as a warning to you: Come sit on my lap and stay out of trouble. He wanted everyone in this club to know who you belonged to but you weren’t just going to give him the satisfaction, especially not after he had left you alone for more than a week in boredom.
You broke the staring contest with him and scanned the crowd once more. Your eyes landed upon a decent-looking man with an aura of conceit and patriarchal pride. He was sitting at one of the tables for non-regulars, which caught your eye. You smiled to yourself knowing he probably had no clue who your boyfriend was. He was drinking with his friends and arrogantly talked down to the women around him. His eyes met yours as you smiled seductively and winked at him. You shall be my prey tonight.
Just then a tall figure appeared by your side and ordered the bartender in a firm voice, “Bring the heaviest malt whiskey to the boss’s table.” The man turned his head towards you and continued to tell the bartender, “The boss is going to need something strong tonight.” Your eyes never left the prey who got up off his seat and started to make his way towards you. The tall man beside you chuckled, “Go easy on him y/n. We just got back from a long-ass flight. The next thing we need is a puddle of blood on our hands.”
You got up from your seat, ready to lure your prey into the trap. “Oh I’m sorry to hear that, Inseong.” You turned to the tall man and feigned sympathy, “Then I guess I’ll have to take him someplace more subtle.” You smirked at him and whispered, “Please relay that to your boss, thanks love.”
With a wink, you pounced on your prey with a confident stride and wrapped your arms around his neck. You dragged him to the dance floor and whispered into his ears while making eye contact with your boyfriend who sat in the corner with an amused expression, “Hey handsome. Let’s take this to the private room, shall we?”
The oblivious man agreed almost immediately and placed his hand on your lower waist, guiding you to the private lounge rooms. Before you disappeared into the room, you glanced back and saw Zuho with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up as he emptied the glass of liquor in front of him. You chuckle to yourself and dragged your prey into the room.
Once the door shut, you lightly pushed the man onto the couch and smirked at him. “You look like you work out. Do you?”
He chuckled in response and arrogantly said, “Of course I do baby. How else does a handsome face like this have a body this amazing?” You laughed with him as he began stripping the clothing from his upper body. Slowly, you made your way toward him and scanned his body. You chuckled in approval and sat down beside him. The man looked at you with a sly grin, “What’s wrong baby? Shy?”
You chuckled at his words and leaned into his ears to whisper to him. “Me? Shy? Never. Are you ready to play a game?” He nodded eagerly in response and you smiled, “Good!” You grabbed a wine bottle on the glass table and poured yourself a glass. You casually leaned back against the couch and gave him a heads up in amusement, “Start getting your muscles ready, big boy.” He looked at you in confusion before the door violently swung open.
The half-naked man flinched at the sudden barge in and yelled at the intruder, “Who the fuck are you? Get out! Can’t you see we’re busy?”
The intruder didn’t respond and you giggled, “How was Shanghai, Taeyang?” The man responded with an eye roll as the man beside you turned to you in confusion. Taeyang stepped aside and Zuho walked into the room with a hint of anger in his expression at the visual in front of him. “And who the fuck are you? That dude’s lover? Get another room!” The man beside you angrily spewed and this time you doubled over in laughter as he impulsively yelled at your boyfriend.
Your eyes followed Zuho as he turned to the entrance and spoke with Taeyang. “Watch the door,” he commanded in a deep, menacing voice. The man obeyed immediately as Zuho turned his attention back to the two of you and shut the door behind him in an eerily calm way.
His sleeves were rolled up and you saw the veins that ran along the side of his arms. He clenched his fist at the sight of you sprawled on the couch and you winked at him in response, “Hey boss, what took you so long?” You teased him. He let out a deep chuckle, “His blood is on your hands, kitten.”
You amusingly gave him an “okay” gesture with your hand before the man beside you stiffened. Zuho pulled out a knife from the side of his belt and replied sarcastically, “I came in such a rush I forgot to bring a gun. But this will do right, kitten?” You chuckled and turned to the man next to you who was now profusely sweating, “Game on!”
The man held his hands out in defense and stuttered, “W-wait man! I d-didn’t know s-she was yours. Look, t-this was a mistake p-please let me go.”
Zuho smirked and replied darkly, “You should’ve thought twice when you decided to touch something that wasn’t yours.”
As your boyfriend pounced on the defenseless man, you sat on the couch with your arms crossed and scoffed, “I’m not yours. If I was, I would most certainly not be babysat by your boring bodyguards for almost two weeks with no entertainment.”
Zuho scoffed in disbelief as he swiftly slit the man’s arms and stabbed him in the leg. “Is this enough entertainment for you?” The man was now crawling on the floor and you looked down at him indifferently. You shrugged, “I guess.”
Your boyfriend let out a deep chuckle and sat down beside you, placing the knife coated in blood on the glass table and took the wine glass from you. He kissed your soft, liquor-coated lips and said in a deep, amused tone, “Sober up kitten. I’m too tired from the flight so you’re finishing the game.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bloody knife on the table. Zuho stared at the sight in front of him, immensely turned on by his girlfriend nonchalantly harboring a weapon. You gazed into his dark, lustful eyes with a sly grin. “Since when did alcohol influence my aim?”
The man on the floor reached the entrance and started desperately pounding on the door. You turned to the scene and chuckled in amusement as Zuho pulled you closer to his body. His breath tickled your ears as he whispered huskily, “Finish the game, kitten.”
“As you wish.” You sent the knife flying across the room and onto the wailing man’s heart as the pounding and screams disappeared.
You felt your boyfriend’s bloody hand touch your cheek as he turned you to face him. His thumb caressed your soft skin as he praised, “Where did I find such a beautiful person like you?”
You smirked at him and in a flash, he pushed you onto his lips as your equally bloody hand reached for the back of his neck. You sighed into the kiss and mumbled, “I missed you so much, Zuho.”
He chuckled and grabbed your hand from behind his neck. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you up off the couch. “Let’s go back to the penthouse shall we kitten?”
You eagerly nodded and headed out the entrance. On your way out, the both of you stepped over the lifeless figure and out the door. You turned to the man guarding the door and said amusingly, “Sorry for the mess, Taeyang. Have fun cleaning it up!”
Summary: A revisit of how you, the most beloved idol, met the love of your life who also happens to be an idol.
Genre: Fluffff, Pure Innocent Love
Word Count: 1.8k
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“Girls! Y/n needs help again. She’s staring at her phone and laughing like a crazy kid.” Hyomin, the leader of your group teased you. You were sprawled on the couch of the waiting room with your legs over her lap, paying no mind to her nonsense as you are too busy facetiming your boyfriend of two years.
Your two other members immediately stop what they were doing, dashing to your side. You laugh as the rest of your members stuff their faces next to yours to get a good look at your phone screen. They all shout absurdly loud, “Good morning brother in law!!” Yuri, the leader of your group, sported a hair roller holding up her bangs and a mischievous look on her face as she joked, “Stop making our y/n like a giddy kid. She must protect her ‘sexy girl’ idol image.”
It is currently six in the morning and the staffs look exhausted but your group seem as lively as ever, ready to hit rehearsals for the music broadcast. Initially, you were just as fatigued as the staffs but that all changed after receiving a facetime call from your boyfriend, Taeyang, who always know how to cheer you up despite having an early schedule for an album jacket shooting.
You are a part of a famous Kpop girl group named Lady that consists of four members. It’s been seven years since your debut and your group has grown quite popular. Lady was known in the industry as one of the most seductive, “female fatale” groups with infinite charms. Over the years, you have gained the nickname “the nation’s girl crush” as you always gave unbelievably strong performances as a bold and daring artist who was the embodiment of the girl crush concept. Although you may seem very intense and intimidating on stage, you were quite opposite off stage.
Around four years after your debut, your group had a colliding comeback schedule with a rising rookie group named SF9. They were promoting their song, Now or Never, and had a similar concept to your group which caught your eye. You admired the way they accentuated their body proportions and incorporated it into their choreography, and most definitely, enjoyed their songs. Over the few weeks of watching their performance in the waiting room TV, your attention naturally shifted to one particular member, Yoo Taeyang.
As you were your group’s main dancer, you instinctively analyzed Taeyang’s dancing skills and was blown away by his talent and charm. Since then, your members picked up on your liking of him and would always tease you about it, especially during the end of every shooting for a music broadcast. Thanks to the three girls who loved to tease you, you ended up having a “fateful” encounter with him.
It was the last day of your group’s promotion for a hit single on Inkigayo and the four of you gathered on stage to finish the end segment for the show. Confetti filled the stage as the show hosts announced Lady as the week’s #1 winner on the music charts. Fellow artists behind you congratulated your group as they walked off the stage. You politely bowed to them while singing your lines for the encore stage. The artists were amazed at your live singing skills and some rookie idols were bewildered by your sultry voice. You continued to politely return their admiration by thanking them before you turned to your fans in the audience and waved happily to them.
Suddenly, your three cheerful members surrounded you and gave you a big hug. Through the loud audio in the background and the vigorous cheering of your fans, you heard Yuri tell you as the other members gave you an enthusiastic smile, “Look! I found your crush! Say hi!”
Before you knew it, your friend flung you to the moving crowd behind you. You were dressed in an inconveniently tight jumpsuit with tall stiletto heels and almost tripped. Thankfully, another artist caught your arm and prevented the embarrassing fall. You chuckled and thanked the artist before you met his eyes and realized who it was. “Taeyang!” You shouted in surprise, silently cursing at your members for embarrassing you in front of your junior. You quickly muttered a thank you before you removed yourself from his grasp, mindful of the cameras and audience.
“Hopefully the camera didn’t catch my slip,” you joked. Taeyang chuckled, “I’m glad I caught you in time! By the way,” he spoke with surprise laced in his voice, “you know my name?”
Your eyes widen, like a deer caught in the headlights. You couldn’t find a believable excuse so you impulsively told him the truth, “Yeah! Actually,” you chuckled, “I’ve noticed you during rehearsals these past couple of weeks.” You tried your best to not sound awkward and decided to stick to your image as a senior artist in the industry, “You’re a great dancer! Keep up the good work!” You finished your encouragement quickly and ran to your members out of sheer embarrassment. They noticed your red ears and started to tease you but you ignored them and continued to sing the song with your fans.
The broadcast finally ended and the four of you went backstage. You groaned in embarrassment and ran back to the waiting room. The three girls chuckled at your contrast in behavior from the daring idol to a shy girl within the first second you got off the stage and took their time walking back.
With your remaining energy, you forced your legs to move as quickly as they can. Your palms hid your face as you mumbled out loud, “Ugh I can’t believe I said that to him. Why did I even say ‘keep up the good work’ like that?”
You continued to run before your head collided into something hard. “Ow.” You mumbled as you removed your hands from your face. You saw a man dressed in a black suit and a harness around his chest and craned your neck upwards to face him. Your face immediately burned bright red once you realized you had just bumped into Taeyang’s chest.
“Are you okay, sunbae?” His voice was laced with concern, “Sunbae, your face is so red, what happened?” You let out a groan, completely defeated with embarrassment by the beautiful and caring man in front of you. As if by habit whenever you saw him, you impulsively told him the truth, “You.”
He looked at you in confusion and you clarified, this time with more confidence as if you were performing on stage, “You happened. You’re the reason why I look like a tomato instead of the glamorous y/n that the world knows.” He was about to reply to you but you cut him off and laid out all the emotions you have been holding back for the past few weeks of promotions, “I thought I liked you because you were talented but every time my eyes meet yours, I get so embarrassed and my heart starts pounding as if I’m having my debut again. So you asked me what happened? You happened.” Taeyang looked so flustered as he began to sport a similar flush on his face. You paid no mind as you continued, “So. Hoobae,” you emphasized the last word dramatically. “You happened. And no, I am not okay. I feel like I consumed too much sugar and now my heart won’t stop jumping like a kid in a Mickey Mouse bounce house.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relieved to get that off your back before you realized what you just did. Your flushed face returned as you realized what you said to the man you only ever officially met twice. You placed a hand over your mouth in shock at yourself and muttered a quick apology before you took a sharp left turn to enter your waiting room.
Your members filed in soon after and pressed you for details. Yuri grabbed you by the shoulders, violently shaking your lifeless form and whisper-shouted, “Taeyang is outside our waiting room! What is he doing? Did you say something to him on stage earlier??” The girls continued to chatter endlessly in a hushed voice, afraid the man outside would hear, as you fell on the couch, huddled in embarrassment and regret.
Your manager entered the room and told you with slight confusion, “Hey y/n, did you ask for SF9′s Taeyang to come by? He said he needed to see you.”
You groaned and shoved a pillow in front of your face before screaming into it. Everyone in the room, including the staffs, stared at you like you were crazy. Hyomin grabbed your wrist and dragged you off the couch. She rolled her eyes at your limp figure and gave you a push toward the door, “Go get em tiger! The nation’s girl crush is undefeatable!” You glared at her as she winked back at you.
When you opened the door, you saw Taeyang leaning against the wall opposite of your room and your heart picked up its pace again. He looked up and right away, excitement filled his eyes as he walked closer towards you. You approached him cautiously, unprepared for what he was going to say to you. Contrary to your expectations, he ran his fingers over his soft-looking hair and chuckled. “Sunbae, you left so quickly I wasn’t able to ask for your phone number.”
You blinked at the enthusiastic boy in front of you and asked dumbfounded, “Phone number?”
He replied with a soft smile, “Yes, I thought maybe you can give me some advice from time to time.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “As my sunbae and as the talented and skilled dancer you are.” You let out a chuckle at his cute behavior and he followed along, letting out a shy laugh. “Maybe I can get to know more about you too.” He added cautiously.
You tilted your head, “Oh?” This time, it was his turn to turn into an embarrassing mess and you laughed at his adorable flushed face and told him boldly, “Give me your phone.”
He quickly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his phone. You grabbed it and entered your phone number. He waited for you in anticipation and you laughed to yourself when you glanced up to look at his nervous face. You gave him a warm smile before handing the phone back to him. “All set.” You opened the door to your waiting room and walked back in. Before you shut the door, you stuck your head out and told Taeyang in a sweet voice, “Let’s grab coffee sometime.”
He was already walking back to his room and almost bumped into a staff passing by after hearing your words. You muffled your laugh with your hand and Taeyang embarrassingly walked back into his room. Once he got back, he looked at his phone and saw the contact name you left: The Nation’s Girl Crush
Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.
Mark rolled his eyes at Ten who spoke with certainty in the backseat of Winwin’s car as they waited for Xiaojun’s arrival at the parking lot of the airport. He turned next to him and countered, “Please. You knew him for longer than I did and you still think he’s just a violent lunatic?”
There was a pause, Ten stared at him blankly and then replied, “Yeah.”
Mark chuckled in disbelief and the two continued to argue as they placed bets on Xiaojun’s behavior upon his arrival. Behind the wheel, Winwin tried his best to ignore the two manchildren and shut his eyes for some rest before he had to start the long drive back. That was until Ten violently tapped his shoulders and begged him to take a stance. He let out a frustrated huff and turned behind his seat, “Can the both of you stop betting on every little thing already?” He continued, this time in a slightly less irritated tone, “And Mark’s right.” Ten looked back at him in a betrayed expression before Winwin clarified, “As psychotic as he may seem, he doesn’t always do things without his reasons.”
Ten’s sarcastic laughter broke out in the back seat and Winwin rolled his eyes. “Remember Jack? We can’t shame Xiaojun for being the protective brother he is when we preached him for protecting y/n from people like that douche.”
Mark and Ten nodded in unison as they came to realization and Winwin continued to justify, “It’s true that we know Jaehyun is a good man who will never hurt y/n like that but then again, Xiaojun wasn’t around here to see how Jaehyun cared for her or how he always placed his friends’ needs over his.”
A moving shadow in Ten’s peripheral vision caught his attention as his eyes widen. He turned back to his two friends and whisper-shouted, “Oh my god, everybody shut up. Speaking of the devil, he’s here.”
He tried his best to act casual as the figure moved closer to their car with a heavy luggage cart. Mark and Winwin shook their heads at Ten who acted anything but normal, sprawled across the backseat as if he was asleep. The two left their odd friend to play pretend as they casually greeted Xiaojun and helped load his large luggage into the trunk.
Mark grunted as he tried his best to pick up the last suitcase and forcefully shoved it into the small, empty space left in the formerly spacious trunk. “Shit man, since when did you have this much stuff with you? Don’t you usually just carry a backpack and a guitar case?”
Xiaojun chuckled at the struggling man as Winwin slung an arm around Xiaojun’s shoulders and walked him to the passenger seat. When everyone settled back into the car, he let out a relieved sigh. “It’s nice to see everyone in one place.” He turned to Ten and raised his eyebrow, “Since when did you want to come back to Korea? I thought you hated it here.”
Ten suddenly jolted out of his sleeping position, as if the three men didn’t already know he was faking a nap, and responded immediately in a victimized tone. “Since your little sis needed help. I mean I do hate it here and LA is so much better,” he emphasized the last words as he continued with his hands dramatically placed on his heart, “But who am I to ignore a friend in help when I know I’m more than capable of laying success wherever I go?”
Xiaojun rolled his eyes and then proceeded to talk to Winwin as he started the car. “So Winwin why’d you come back to Korea?”
Mark’s laughter shook the moving vehicle as Ten dramatically complained about being ignored and Winwin replied amusingly, “Well I’m not as self-centered as the boy in the backseat, but I did come here to help y/n as well. The company was short on models and any employees for that matter, so we, along with Soojin, took the earliest flight back to the place that kickstarted our career.”
The car stopped at a red light and he turned to Xiaojun with sincere eyes, “After all, without y/n, the three of us would have never made it big in the SoCal modeling industry.”
Xiaojun shared a knowing smile, “Baby sis did always have a gift at capturing and marketing models. Even back when she was just a freelance photographer.”
Before Mark and Ten could throw a warning glare at Winwin, he proceeded to ask Xiaojun with a hesitant caution, “You know bro, Jaehyun’s company really helped y/n flourish. Not only as a photographer, but an entrepreneur.”
Xiaojun gave an indifferent expression and Winwin continued to speak with his eyes on the road as the light turned green, “Y/n told me how the SM internship gave her an eye-opening experience into the photography world and even right now, as a CEO of a fashion and modeling company. There were some bumps in the road, but she never once regret meeting Jaehyun and finding such a great opportunity for her future.”
Xiaojun didn’t respond to his praises of her efforts. Instead, he quickly changed the subject as he scanned the roads in front of him. “Let’s stop by y/n’s place first. I ought to tell her I’m here.”
Winwin silently obeyed as they continued down the road with a “calm before the storm” tension that filled the car. He pulled up to the street of luxurious penthouses and parked at a vacant spot in the underground parking lot. The moment his car’s engine died down, Xiaojun quickly got off the passenger seat and into the elevator lobby. The two men followed behind cautiously while Mark subtly sneaked in a text to y/n to give a heads up that the big, bad wolf would be coming up.
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“I’m moving in with you two.”
You, Mark, and Winwin stared in shock at Xiaojun’s sudden notice. Ten chocked on his glass of water in the kitchen while Jaehyun sat beside you on the couch with an unreadable expression. He sat with his hands intertwined underneath his chin to prop it up as if he was planning the move in already. You tilted your face towards him and slightly nudged his arm. “You’re not really thinking about letting my brother stay here are you?” You whispered at your boyfriend through gritted teeth.
Jaehyun calmly replied to Xiaojun with a serious tone, “I’ll be more than happen to let you stay here.” He then turned towards you and asked, “You’re fine with that right baby?” You stared at your boyfriend dumbfounded and gave up. “I mean, even if I say no,” you turned to your brother with an annoyed expression, “it doesn’t seem like he will listen to me.”
Xiaojun stared back at you with a smirk and clapped his hands together, “Great! I’m heading down to bring my luggage.” Ten, Mark, and Winwin all got up, ready to help him before he stopped them with a smile. “You boys already drove me all the way here. Just relax. I’ll take Jaehyun with me.”
You rolled your eyes at your brother who acted as if everyone was at his beck and call. To your surprise, Jaehyun did not hesitate to get up immediately. He gave you a reassuring smile and headed out the door with Xiaojun.
You sighed, exhausted, as the three boys plopped beside you on the large couch. You zoned out as they bickered about the odd happenings of the past hour and started making weird bets.
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“Any more suitcases?”
Xiaojun shook his head and slammed the trunk closed. He narrowed his eyes at Jaehyun as he swung the guitar case over his shoulders. Xiaojun immediately grabbed the case from him and warned, “Be careful. This instrument shouldn’t be flung carelessly like that.”
Jaehyun apologized immediately, “Sorry, I’ve actually never moved luggage before. But there was that one time I helped y/n carry her photography equipment.” He shook his head and chuckled at the memory, “But she scolded me even harsher than you for not being careful with the cameras.”
Xiaojun unconsciously laughed at the image, “That sounds like my baby sis alright.”
He then quickly wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a serious expression. He stepped closer to Jaehyun with a dark expression, “Jaehyun. Listen very carefully to what I’m about to say.” Jaehyun nodded out of instinct as his body stiffened unconsciously. “You are one very lucky man to have all of y/n’s heart. And even after all the shit you have caused, I’m willing to go easy on you since you’ve took time to fly me back here and let me move in.” Xiaojun raised his pointer finger at Jaehyun and harshly reminded him, “But you’ve broken the only promise I require of you and you better show me you can amend it.”
As if it was even possible, Jaehyun stiffened his posture even more and quickly accepted his commands. Xiaojun fixed the guitar case behind his back and proceed to walk forward to the lobby. Once they got on the elevator, he informed Jaehyun in a firm tone, “From this moment onward, I better see how much you are willing to sacrifice for my sister.”
Irene remembers a time where she was on top in the division at the company she has worked at for years. She worked tirelessly to get to the point where everything she did felt effortless and her bosses were praising her for even the simplest task completion. Every month when it was time to announce who had the highest sales of the month, it was always Irene’s name being called as the company’s best seller. She didn’t care that her other co-workers would groan whenever her name was announced or that they really didn’t like her; it’s not her fault she’s good at what she does.
But, she got lazy. She rested on her laurels for about a year and when the new girl came in and blew her out of the water, she was absolutely dumbfounded.
She hates everything about Y/n. She hates that she’s so popular, she hates that people flirt with her in the office, and what she hates the most is that shehas her top spot. Irene didn’t care about being liked, but she wanted to be respected. However, since Y/n joined the company and took the title of Top Sales, that respect people had for her began to falter. It wasn’t fair how everyone disliked Irene for being so good, but for some reason they didn’t feel the same way towards Y/n. Her feelings of contempt for her only grew when she learned how nice Y/n was. She’s always smiling, bringing in donuts and coffee for everyone. Irene remembers when she came to the office and there was a coffee already sitting on her desk.
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that Ed told me you don’t like coffee, so I got you an iced tea instead!” Y/n came prancing around the corner as if she planned to be there when Irene strolled up to her desk. She had that stupid smile on her face. The one that Irene wanted to smack off, but instead she just gave Y/n a fake smile and thanked her for the drink.
This was not the last time Y/n made an attempt to be her friend. She could tell that Irene didn’t like her, but she kept trying despite Irene not budging. Irene does not like how she just waltzed in her and was loved when she had been working for so long to be respected. She had no idea who Y/n was either. She could be some nepotism or trust-fund kid for all she knows, but nothing really came up when she googled her.
“Irene, your sales have been slacking. What’s going on? You used to be the best performer on the floor.”
Irene hated that her boss talked to her like she was a little kid. Her performance didn’t slip, she’s actually hitting the same numbers she had months ago. It’s just that Y/n joined the company and is somehow outperforming her. She felt slightly guilty about wondering if Y/n is opening her legs and doing a few favors for some of the business men they frequently meet. It wouldn’t be that far-fetched, but she’s sure people thought the same about her when everything she earned was on her own merit and not because of what was between her legs.
“I haven’t been slacking. My numbers haven’t changed.”
“And that’s the problem. If you need me to move you to another floor, I could always do that. They’re seriously under performing on 5 and could use someone like you to be an example.”
No. Irene was not going to do that.
She was on this floor for a reason, it was for some of the best people in the company. She’d be damned if she gets moved to floor 5 with a whole bunch of strangers just because her boss wants her to be a fucking “example.”
“I don’t want to do that. I’ve been working on this floor for years,” Irene made sure to keep the tone of her voice in check. The last thing she needs to do is yell at her boss and end up without the top spot in the company anda job.
He just sighs and looks down at his desk before taking his glasses off. It is very obvious that he doesn’t want to give up Irene and still sees her as a very valuable asset in the company. He truly doesn’t want to see her get moved to another floor when he likes to work with her closely.
“Okay. You don’t have to switch floors, but I do want you to work on a project with Y/n. You two should get to know each other. You could be very unstoppable together.”
Her boss tried to make it seem like he was doing hera favor when in reality Y/n would be lucky to be in the presence of Irene. No one knows the ins-and-outs of this company like Irene. Just because she’s gotten lucky with a few months of the highest sales doesn’t mean she has Irene’s outstanding reputation. Playing buddy-buddy with everyone in the office and trying to impress some guys in the 40s with bad marriages means nothing to her. She wants to reject her bosses’ offer so bad, but she stands there tight-lipped and nods her head in agreement.
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“I hope you like blueberry muffins because I bought some!”
It was almost 9 o'clock in the morning yet Y/n was so bright and shrill. Irene, who had a headache from drinking too much wine the night before, wanted to tell her to shut up. There was no way a person could be bubbly all the time yet Y/n was smiling at her, holding a container of fresh blueberry muffins. Irene took one just to be nice, but they were inciting for someone who is trying to ignore their hangover. Eating it would seem like she’s accepting Y/n’s friendship.
“I color-coded everything in the folder. We have three weeks until the presentation and if we follow my schedule, we’ll be done by the end of next week! Then after that we can just refine it and voila! We’ll be prepared!”
They were to work in Y/n’s office per their bosses’ instructions. Irene was annoyed that she had to be out of the comfort zone of her own office. Y/n’s office decorations reflect her personality: blindingly colorful and too much. Irene wondered how she could get work done without being distracted. Her eyes kept going to the things on the wall and the knick-knacks on top of her filing cabinets. None of the other offices look like this.
“I already typed up the notes. There’s no need for the color-coded folder. We’re professionals…we’re not in college anymore.”
“Oh…okay!”
Even when she was being a bitch to her, Y/n just smiled through it. As the hours went by and they worked on this project together, Irene wondered if it was all an act Y/n was putting on. Irene has met a lot of people in her life, but no one quite like Y/n. She’s a cute girl, just kind of annoying. Irene bets she’d be the type of girl that can only shut up when she’s in bed. She seems like the type to get all shy and try not to moan too loudly in fear of embarrassing herself which is ironic considering she doesn’t care about being loud and embarrassing in social situations. Irene was curious about whether one of the guys on the floor got to her already. They’ll try to hit on any woman that steps on this floor. They tried it with Irene when she first joined the company. They called her an “ice princess” for not wanting to fuck them because they have entire wives and a few kids at home. Y/n, however, was receptive to their flirting, but she didn’t take it as flirting. She thought they were just trying to be her friend and get along with their newest co-worker. She was so oblivious to them wanting to fuck her that it was almost comical.
“What time do you want to take a break?” Y/n asks after some time, interrupting the silence between them as they worked beside each other.
“Doesn’t matter,” Irene answers shortly.
“Okay!”
This sort of back and forth went on for hours. Y/n asked a question and Irene gave her an answer with annoyance in her tone, but Y/n always responded with an enthusiastic “okay!” Irene felt like she deserved a raise after having to deal with Y/n. She’s a good worker, and they are getting a large chunk of the project drafted, but god is she annoying. Irene wonders how she made it through both undergrad and graduate studies without having her soul crushed. She was so bright and bubbly that it almost made her naive. It’ll only take a few more months of working at this cutthroat company and her shiny disposition will be dulled.
“I think we worked long enough,” Irene says with a sigh.
That is a complete understatement. It was nearing 8 pm and nearly everyone in the office was gone. Irene wanted this project to be over so she worked tirelessly on her part of the project. She felt like she was in college again and was stuck with the most annoying girl in class. She only got a 30 minute break from Y/n for lunch before they had to get back to work.
“Oh. Are we going to continue tomorrow?”
“We don’t have a choice, do we?”
It was a stupid question, but even Irene was too tired to put a little extra edge in her voice. She began to pack up her things when Y/n stopped her.
“Do you like me Irene?”
Irene was stumped by the question. Why would a grown woman ask such a thing? Well, Y/n can’t be older than 25, but still, she’s not a little girl.
“Do you really think that’s an important question to ask?” She cocks a brow at the girl who is now becoming shy.
“It’s just that…it’s just that I really admire you, but people say you’re mean and I don’t want to believe them.”
Of course he coworkers would say something like that about her. Irene doesn’t know if they’re jealous or bitter, but she isn’t surprised that they would try to “warn” Y/n about her.
“First thing about working here is that you don’t worry about what your co-workers say about you. I’m here to do my job and I do it quite well. I don’t care if I come off as a bitch.”
“Oh…oh wow. That’s kind of admirable,” Y/n says with a nervous laugh. She doesn’t have the same view on life like Irene, but maybe it’s important to have in a work environment like this. So many of them men who are nice to her on the floor are never there to help her when she needs it – they just want to ogle at her tits. “But being liked is a good thing too.”
“Our boss and business partners, that is all that matters. I’m not concerned with appeasing to some sex-deprived men.”
Y/n found herself re-evaluating her approach to work. Irene was so successful, so she must be doing something right.
“I always liked you Irene,” Y/n admits. Irene looks at her intently which makes Y/n adverts her eyes to save herself from the embarrassment. She continues on, “they would say mean things about you, but I always liked you. I think you’re the best at this company.”
Irene was taken back by the confession. Thank god that Y/n was looking away or else she would see the stupid look on her face, her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted from the gasp that escaped when Y/n finished talking. She knows from Y/n’s attempts of being her friend that the younger woman doesn’t have any negative thoughts about her. Irene is feeling conflicted right now. For some reason the confession makes her weak because she loves the potential power she has over Y/n.
“Hm, well maybe you could learn a thing or two from me,” she says with her confident disposition coming back.
It pains her to say that she realizes just how cute Y/n is right now at this moment. She’s always considered her a pretty woman, but the shy girl that hides behind that bubbly personality is doing something for her. She could probably do anything to Y/n and she would enjoy every second of it.
“Youreallyneed to learn how to work the office without kissing up to everyone.”
Irene steps closer to her. Y/n looks up at her when noticing how Irene is closing in on her. Y/n takes a few steps back, but Irene continues to walk forward. Y/n’s body is stopped by the desk and she’s trapped by Irene. Irene looks her dead in the eye, a slight smirk on her face.
“You could learn a lot from me.” Irene truly means that.
Y/n still has that stupid smile on her face, as oblivious as ever despite her seemingly becoming a little self-aware.
Irene couldn’t help herself. It was just so easy to follow through on temptation. She was pushing Y/n down against the desk and lifting up her work skirt in a matter of seconds.
“I-Irene!?” Y/n asks in disbelief. She stares down at Irene, thinking that this might be a dream and if it’s not then Irene must come to her senses soon, right?
“Shut up,” she says firmly.
Irene eyes Y/n’s panties and notices the wet patch on the cotton. She felt absolutely smug knowing that she caused it. Her fingers hook in the elastic band of her panties and pull them down. She’s rough as she does it too, nearly ripping her panties at the seams. Y/n gasps at the cool air hitting her body, but that gasp soon turns to a moan when Irene licks at her pussy.
“Oh my god.”
The power she has over her makes Irene feel invincible. She has Y/n underneath her and she must be turned on by Irene being somewhat rough with her because her pussy is so wet. If she would have known this would be the way to shut Y/n up then she would have done it a long time ago. Her co-worker is trying her bestto hold back her moans, even clamping her hand against her mouth until Irene pulls it away. She loveshearing those weak moans.
Y/n looks down at Irene and sees her peering back up at her. Irene has a devilish look in her eyes and Y/n knows she’s smirking. She’s in a state of disbelief that this is happening, and she’s really shocked that she’s enjoying it. Irene knows what she’s doing with that tongue of hers and she knows it’s making Y/n weak. She grabs Y/n’s leg and places it on her shoulder while pushing the other one wide open with her leg. Her tongue laps at Y/n’s folds, getting a sense of her taste and she tastes just as sweet and innocent as her personality. Irene is lapping at her like she’s hungry and she would be embarrassed by herself if she wasn’t enjoying reducing Y/n to nothing so much. Her legs are shaking against her and Irene feels smug knowing that she’s the one doing this.
“You’re pussy is so wet for me,” she teases as she pulls her mouth away from Y/n’s cunt.
Irene pushes her finger past the resistance of Y/n’s slit and pushes it deep inside. She watches Y/n throw her head back and let out a groan.
“It’s only one finger, princess. Is it too much for you?”
Y/n is delirious from Irene teasing. She babbles like an idiot when she is simply just trying to say ‘yes, it’s too much’. It’s too much, but her body needs more.
Irene slips in another finger and her two fingers fit so snuggly in Y/n’s pussy. Her cunt is so warm and wet that Irene finds herself getting turned on from this. She bends over again and sucks on Y/n’s clit while finger fucking her pussy.
A hand comes to the back of her. Y/n is so greedy, but Irene isn’t going to let her get away with that. She grabs onto Y/n’s wrist and pulls her hand away from the back of her head. Irene is the one in control here – she needs the control. Just because she’s the one pleasing Y/n and down on her knees between her legs means she can be so needy.
Irene’s knees rise up off the ground as she slightly lifts herself to hover over Y/n while still sucking on her clit. Her knuckle bumps against the bottom of her chin as she picks up the pace. Her fingers pounding in and out of Y/n’s pussy without stuttering. She’s really doing a number on her cute little co-worker. Y/n is whimpering, trying the best to hold back her loud moans. The office is now empty, but she still fears getting caught. Irene, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind getting caught. It would be such a sight to see for one of their desperate co-workers.
She wants to tease Y/n so bad for whining like a bitch in heat, but she can’t pull her mouth off of her cunt. She tastes so good that Irene can’t get enough. Every time her fingers move out of Y/n’s pussy, more of her arousal seeps down Irene’s hand and slides down her wrist until it stains the cuff of her blouse. Her mind is addled with thoughts of doing more than this with Y/n. She could do a lot of things to her and the girl would probably enjoy it. She didn’t think her co-worker was such a desperate slut despite being so desperate for friendship and approval.
“Oh god!”
Y/n sharply inhales as her pussy clenches tightly around Irene’s fingers and she’s cumming. Her body becomes weaker by the second and she lays her back flat against the desk. She stares at the ceiling as she toils out of pleasure. Now that she has cum she’s beginning to realize where she is and what this situation is.
Irene’s mouth is now longer on her clit, but those fingers are still deep inside of Y/n’s pussy. She curls them and agitates them just a little bit just to get Y/n riled up again. She lets those sweet moans fall on her ears one last time, getting her to the point where she may be almost ready to go again, but then she swiftly pulls her fingers out. She pops them into her mouth and sucks Y/n’s cum off of them. If Y/n was looking at her, she would definitely die of embarrassment.
Irene stands up and looms over Y/n, looking at her as if she was pathetic.
“Get up. We gotta go home,” Irene talks to her as if nothing just happened.
Y/n is still reeling and unsure if she’ll be able to stand up and walk steadily. But, Irene’s voice is so commanding that she obeys. She’s an absolute mess. Irene gives her the decency to look away while she’s searching for her panties and making herself look somewhat presentable.
Irene pulls her skirt down and grabs her work briefcase. She doesn’t want to be here for another second.
Question, would you like it better if I wrote my bogwitch x peasant boy fic of Minhyuk in third person or second person?? Just curious considering I haven’t tried that out in writing yet and I would like to see what you guys think
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
A/N: IMPORTANT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I say this with full sincerity because I sorta accidentally left this on a cliffhanger. I may very well write a part 3 (I currently have a vague idea where this would go), but I don’t want to promise it and have anxiety. So. Yeah. At your own risk, friend.
Dark red, high gloss liquid lingers on the tip of the brush, and you swipe it across your toenail in an even coat. Two more swipes and you’ve finished with your big toe. You got just a bit on your skin, a byproduct of being too hasty, and you grab for the paper towel and bottle of clear liquid on your night stand.
You pause in your actions when you hear a small knock on your window. You remember a time when such a sound would have freaked you out, or at the very least surprised you. But now it was so very common.
You glance up to see a deadly attractive boy perched outside your window. He flashes you a charismatic smile, displaying canines that were slightly longer, slightly sharper than the average humans.
You go back to painting your nails, barely acknowledging the vampire as he lifts the window and lets himself in.
Concentrating on getting the spot off your skin, Wonho plops down on your bed, grabbing the bottle before it can tip over and spill out.
“Oh nooo she’s painting her nails with the instruments of death!” He exclaims in mock fear, chuckling at his own joke.
You start to paint your smaller toes. “Laugh it up but if that polish remover got in your eye you’d feel like you were dying.”
“Yeesh,” he grimaces, sitting the bottle back down on the nightstand with a weary eye. You can’t help but laugh this time.
“You know,” you muse, “I could make a pretty good vampire slayer; I obviously have all the right tools.”
He seems mildly annoyed by the subject. “Calm down there, Buffy. You wouldn’t want to be a vampire hunter. You’re way too smart to be employed by that cult of idiots.”
“I said slayer, not hunter. I don’t need to hunt vampires; they crash into my room willingly for pedicures and late night snacks.”
“Touche,” he grins, the annoyance leaving his voice.
Then it hits you, and you pause mid pinky toe to look up at him. “Wait, employed? Cult? There are actual vampire hunters?”
His eyes shoot up to yours. There’s tension in his body that wasn’t there before, but you barely register it.
Your eyes get big with wonder, quickly recapping the nail polish bottle and setting it aside. “And there’s employment opportunities?! How much do you think–”
You’re smacked in the face with a pillow.
When your vision is unobstructed again, the serious face Wonho is sporting–coupled with the fact that this dangerous vampire took his annoyance out on you by throwing a pillow–has you guffawing.
Faster than your human brain can process the movements, he’s diving at you, tackling you backward onto the bed.
If it’s meant to scare you, it doesn’t work, as you just laugh harder.
“Excuse me! Hello! I am a terrifying vampire!” He demands above you, eyebrows pinching together in an attempt to look menacing.
Perhaps if you hadn’t known him, it would have frightened you. As it were, this is the same boy who has been coming over for weeks, insisting on climbing through the window instead of using the door because “it makes me look more boss”. The same boy who, more often than not, came in with arms full of snacks and food because “I get to eat, it’s only fair that you do too.” The same boy who always tucked you into bed after you let him feed on you, propping the pillows up just so, and making sure the blanket was secure around you because “why is it weird that I don’t want you getting cold–stop looking at me like that.”
Oh yes, he was terrifying. But not because he was a vampire, but because you knew you were falling for him.
You clamp your mouth shut trying to stifle your laugh, but tears gleam in your eyes from the effort and you don’t trust your voice. So you just nod emphatically.
He raises a cocky brow, “so you’re terrified?”
Again you nod, biting back your smile.
“That’s more like it. You’re lucky because I was going to eat you.”
“Oh no,” you stretch your neck, hastily moving your hair out of the way, exposing the tender skin to him, “that would just be awful.”
He groans at the sight, his pupils dilating.
Wonho bends his head down, his nose running the length of your neck, inhaling as he goes.
You shiver, your body eagerly awaiting the bliss of being bitten.
“You smell incredible…”
“Glad to know your dinner smells appetizing,” you barely manage to get out, closing your eyes at the sensation of his breath on your skin.
“No I mean,” he lifts his head, looking at you now, his eyes scanning your features, “you smell really lovely. Did you get a new body wash?”
Your eyes pop open and you turn to meet his gaze. “…um, yeah, I did actually.”
For a moment he looks almost embarrassed. “Oh,” he says, as if he’s just as surprised by his observation as you are that he pointed it out. “Oh well it’s lovely.”
“So I’ve heard…from you.”
He laughs nervously, “yeah, duh, I already said that.” He rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat.
He pulls away from you, sitting back on his heels. You take the opportunity to sit back up.
“You alright?” You finally ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Go out with me,” he blurts out in a whoosh of words.
Your jaw unhinges. “I, wait, what?”
He shakes his head, laughing at himself, then looks down at his lap. “Let me take you out.”
“Out?” You ask lamely.
He laughs again, looking back up at you. “Yes out. Like outside. Like going somewhere. Like–”
“Like a date?”
He bites his bottom lip and it’s so incredibly attractive you almost lose focus on the conversation.
“Like a date,” he confirms.
You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face, especially when his eyes light up gleefully at the sight.
“Ok,” you nod, “let’s go on a date.”
You put in your earring, then lean back in your vanity chair to appraise your appearance. You smile at your reflection as you remember who you’re getting all dolled up for and why. The butterflies that begin to assault your belly have obviously just remembered as well.
You’re not left with your thoughts for long, because right on time, there’s a knock on your front door.
You nearly laugh out loud at this fact. He always comes through the window. But you guess he thinks a date is worthy of a good, old fashioned, front door entrance.
Taking a deep breath, you open the door to reveal an impeccably dressed Wonho. Slim fitted, white button down, rolled up at the sleeves, left little to the imagination of this boy’s physique. You watched as that well toned chest heaved a breath, causing you to remember yourself. Your eyes shoot up to his.
But he was busy taking you in, as well. He expels the air he had just sucked in.
“You look amazing,” he says with utter sincerity.
You chuckle nervously, his comment affecting you more than you would wish. “Yes, well, it’s amazing the difference a little effort and some actual clothes can make. Have you ever seen me in anything other than my pajamas?”
“I don’t suppose I have, but I think you look beautiful either way.”
There’s silence for a beat where you stare at him for a moment too long. You clear your throat and try to gain control of your rapidly beating heart.
Trying to ease the sudden tension, your mind searches for anything to say to change the subject. You opt for poking fun at him, which is really your default.
“So, what, no flowers?” You raise an eyebrow at him in reproval.
It takes him half a second to register what you said; then his eyes fall to his empty hands as if they were the culprits who betrayed him. Glancing back up at you he looks mildly panicked and you immediately feel bad for teasing him.
Just as you’re about to tell him you’re joking, his eyes light up, a smile spreading on his face. He points to himself.
Your brows furrow in confusion. So he circles the finger around his face. “Me. I’m the flower.”
A laugh bursts from your lips.
The look on his face morphs into one of excited surprise. “And look you got me a flower too!”
With those words, he cups your cheek, effectively cutting off your laugh. You feel a blush rising up, so you swat his hand off before he can feel the tell-tale heat on your face caused by his cheesy words.
“What a dork. I thought vampires were supposed to be smooth,” you retort.
“Haha! Please! You couldn’t handle me if I put on my–” he pauses, lifting an arm up to lean on the threshold of your door “–full charm.” He leans in, giving you a wink coupled with a cocky grin.
He’s so close, you get a whiff of his cologne and you swear it makes your head spin.
You lean in too, until you’re inches from his delicious looking lips. You glance down at them; slowly his grin leaves, his expression changing at your proximity.
“You’re right,” you whisper, “I can’t handle you.”
And with that you give a quick jab to his gut, causing him to bend at the waist with a grunt as you quickly take a step back to give you both some breathing room.
“You’re mean,” he says simply before righting himself, leveling you with a look.
“I get that way when I’m hungry. Let’s roll, date!” You smile widely at him, pointing a finger out.
He just shakes his head, laughing. He grabs your outstretched hand bringing it down, then pulls you along.
He doesn’t let go of your hand and your mind doesn’t let go of that fact.
The strong breeze whips your hair behind you as the two of you stroll beside the river. There is an electrical charge in the air that could only be felt before an impending storm, but you can’t bring yourself to be worried because there is a current running through your veins that has nothing to do with the weather.
And a lot to do with the boy walking next to you.
Wonho looks over at you with a smile as you’re laughter fills the air, brought on by one of his stories of adjusting to the vampire life. Which, as it turned out, is very comical.
“What else would you like to know?”
“Hmmm…” you tap your chin in thought. There is something you are very curious about.
“You mentioned before about being part of a clan?” You ask. He cuts his eyes your way and nods hesitantly. “Could you tell me about them? Am I going to get to meet them?”
He stretches his neck, rubbing the back of it to get rid of the tension that has just settled there, trying to look nonchalant as he answers.
“I’m surprised you remember that,” he laughs, “you were pretty blissed out if I remember that night correctly. That was the night I met you, the night of my change.”
“Oh! Are you going to tell me about the change?” You ask excitedly, momentarily forgetting about your previous question.
He smiles at your excitement, then straightens up looking very serious. He waves a hand in front of both of you, as if he’s about to paint a visual with his words.
In a foreboding tone, he begins, “Picture it. It was a dark and stormy night when–”
He’s cut off from his story when you punch him in his arm.
“Ow!” He shouts, but he’s laughing, “what was that for?”
“For starters, that is so cliche,” you say. “Secondly, what do you mean it was a ‘dark and stormy night’?”
“…that it was storming and also dark?” He questions.
“No it wasn’t. I was there, remember? There was zero storming. And also, isn’t ‘dark night’ a bit redundant? How can a night be anything but dark? I mean, this is opposed to what? A sunny night? Dumb.”
“You harshly critique my story,” he puts a hand on his chest. “My heart…it’s wounded…”
Your eyes light up at the thought of another question. “Oh! Another thing! Do you even have a heart?”
“That is rather offensive,” he deadpans.
“Oh come on, you know what I mean!” You quickly backtrack.
He eyes you up and down with amusement, “you sure are nosey about the vampire gig, aren’t you?”
“You were the one who asked if there was anything else I wanted to know…” you trail off feeling a bit embarrassed by your own curiosity.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d get questions like ‘what pizza toppings do you like’ or ‘what’s your favorite color’.”
“Ok then,” you concede, “what’s your favorite color?”
“Black…like my soul,” he says dramatically, ending with a “MUAHAHAHAHA”.
“AHA! So you do have a heart!” You leap up with a triumphant whoop. “It’s about time you finally answered one of my questions!”
He laughs, but it sounds forced, “What? Why would I be dodging questions—oh look we’re here!”
Your curiosity is momentarily derailed when you see the layout before you. Next to the river’s edge, a plaid blanket covered the ground, and atop it sat a picnic basket. The smells hit your nose before you even hit the blanket, and you swear you have to keep yourself from drooling.
“This is for us?” You ask. He nods, hesitantly trying to gauge your reaction to the unconventional dinner.
“Wonho…this is…this is amazing,” you say, getting teary eyed as you sit.
Noticing this, he quickly sits next to you, pulling you into his arms. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…this is so sweet…” you trail off, taking in the scene. “It reminds me of my parents. We used to have picnics by the river when I was growing up. With work and everything, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen them. I guess I didn’t realize how much I miss them.”
“Perhaps you should visit them soon,” he says, continuing to hug you close. “Family is important.” The conviction in his voice at his last statement gives you momentary pause. You know there’s more behind those three words to him than he’s saying. But you know better than to push it.
“You’re absolutely right,” you say, matching his conviction.
After the delicious dinner, he vows to take you out for ice cream “like a real gentleman should”.
Fortunately, there was a ice cream shop nearby. Unfortunately it was in the mall that was always packed on the weekends.
The two of you walk in, bumping shoulders with a few people to get properly into the little parlour situated in the food court.
He looks over the crowd with a weary eye. “I should have maybe planned this better. Want to bail and go get coffee or something?”
You think about it, but, “nah, the wait shouldn’t be that long, I think most people are just hanging out. And besides, what about coffee says ‘real gentleman’? No no, proper etiquette calls for ice cream.”
He laughs, “you’re so right, what was I thinking? Why don’t you start picking out a flavor while I head to the restroom.”
You nod, thankful for the time to decide. You scan the selection behind the glass counter, tapping a finger to your lip in thought.
You’re so absorbed with reading the labels that you don’t notice the guy breaking away from the crowd to approach you, eyeing you with interest.
“There’s too many to choose from…” you mumble to yourself.
“That’s why you go big and get the three scoop. It seems excessive, but really there’s no such thing as too much ice cream,” he says when he reaches you, leaning a shoulder casually against the glass display.
You startle, realizing that the new arrival is addressing you. You look up at the boy who is smiling down at you. He’s trying to be subtle about it, but you can see his eyes roving, checking you out.
You blink at him. “There is if you’re lactose intolerant.”
His smile drops. “Um, yeah, I guess…I guess that’s true.”
“Sad but true.”
“Really a shame.”
“Truly tragic.”
“Are you always this chatty?”
“Only when I put forth effort.”
He sighs, dropping his shoulders, “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say I’m barking up the wrong tree.”
“I’m confused. In this scenario are you on the tree’s limb or barking up it’s trunk?”
His mouth pops open, then it morphs into a pout. “You’re mean.”
“Surprisingly, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”
“…I’m not sure what part of that is supposed to surprise me.”
Ignoring that comment, you continue, “admittedly, this time it was unintentional. You’re cute, but I’m here with someone.” You eye him accusingly, “which I betyou already knew.”
He puts his hands up defensively, “I honestly didn’t; I didn’t see you walk in. I swear I’m not that kind of douchebag.”
You look at the sincerity on his face. Your defenses lower, and you now begin to feel bad for being so cold to him. So, naturally, you make up for it by teasing him. “Then what kind are you?”
“‘Scuse me?”
“You said you weren’t that kind of douchebag, so what kind are you?”
He looks like he’s taking offense, until he catches the smile creep up on your face. You stifle a laugh. He can’t contain his. And when he laughs, you notice the most adorable dimples on his face. He really is cute. Had you not been so enamored with Wonho, you would have definitely given this guy a chance.
His laughter trails off, something behind you has caught his attention.
You turn to see Wonho making his way through the crowd and back toward the counter.
The boy in front of you visibly stiffens, his eyes snapping back to yours.
“Is that the guy you came in with?” he asks with an edge of aggression that wasn’t there before.
“Um…yes…?” you tilt the end of the sentence in a question. His severe reaction to Wonho has knocked you off kilter.
“I don’t want to scare you, but you’re in danger. Come with me, I’ll get you out of here,” he grabs for your arm and begins to pull you away.
You’re so shocked, he’s dragged you several feet into the crowd before you come to your senses, jerking your arm causing him to halt.
“I don’t think so, dimples,” You scoff, incredulous of his audacity.
“Look, I’m going to need you to trust me. I’ll explain everything once we get you away from him.”
“You have 3 seconds to let go of me before I start screaming ‘stranger danger’,” you say in a flat voice, conveying how serious you were.
He’s breathing heavy through his nostrils, clearly trying to contain his annoyance. “Why do women have to be so stubborn?”
You choke out a laugh, “why do men have to be so unrelenting in their futile pursuits?”
He grinds his teeth in irritation.
“I’m not…this isn't…” he takes a breath, “this is not me trying to pick you up. I’m not that desperate, thank you. You’re boyfriend is a dangerous man.”
“A danger to your ego maybe,” you shoot back.
He cautions a quick glance at Wonho, who appears to be searching for you. “I don’t have time for this.”
With a frustrated grunt, he drops your arm. “You know what? Your problem, your funeral.”
And with that he turns around and disappears into the crowd.
You stand there momentarily stunned, trying to make sense of such a weird encounter.
A hand lands on the small of your back and you let out a surprised squeak.
Wonho laughs at your side. You didn’t even realize he’d walked up. “Jumpy? And here I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”
You give yourself a mental shake, and try a smile. You’re not certain you succeed. “Psh, me? I’m afraid of a lot of things. Like how much jail time I would serve if I had to hurt some stranger for touching me. Luckily it was just you.”
“Just me? I’m wounded!” He says in mock offense.
“Don’t you have, like, magical healing or something?”
“Perhaps, but ice cream will expedite the process,” he grins broadly at you.
You smile back, “you aren’t wrong.”
And just as quickly as Mr. Dimples had shaken you up, Wonho has put you at ease.
You can’t help the smile on your face as you walk up to your door with Wonho.
He looks down, scuffing his feet, swinging his shoulders in mock shyness. “I had a really great time tonight,” he says, punctuating the statement with a falsetto giggle.
You laugh at his antics, pushing his arm gently, “you are such a dork.”
He laughs too, looking up at you so that you’re able to enjoy the full effect of his beautiful smile. “I’m serious though, I really did have a great night.”
You paste on your best sultry look, which apparently isn’t very convincing, if his barely contained grin is any indicator. You run your hand up his chest to his shoulder, stopping at the nape of his neck. The humor in his eyes changes to surprise.
“There’s no reason it has to end now,” you say in an attempted smokey voice. “Hows about a little night cap, yeah?” You tap at your neck.
He cocks an eyebrow, leaning into you. “Why, _______, how indecent of you.”
You open your mouth to rebut but he silences you with a finger to your lip. “That is definitely a great idea. I’ll go get some snacks, you go get comfy and pull up Dramafever.”
And with excitement in his eyes, he kisses your forehead, lingering momentarily before pulling away and dashing down the hall.
“Don’t forget the Pocky sticks!” You yell after him. He waves an arm in acknowledgement without slowing down.
You make your way inside, heading straight to your room to exchange your date outfit for your pajamas. You reach to turn on your bedside lamp when the sound of the window opening has you turning.
“There is no way you got my pocky sticks that fast,” you say to Wonho as he straightens up.
That’s when you realize it’s not Wonho at all. It’s the boy from the mall. He seems just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. But you don’t take the time to analyze that.
You quickly grab the bedside lamp and throw it towards him. He puts his arms up to brace for the impact but there was no need. You didn’t think about the fact that the lamp was plugged in; and the cord had the lamp landing lamely several feet from your intruder.
You growl in frustration, “I have got to start keeping better weapons in this room!”
You turn to run, but he’s quickly there grabbing you, stopping your retreat. And before you can let loose a scream, he clamps a hand over your mouth.
You whimper, fear pumping through your veins.
“Calm down, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I just didn’t want you running off. If I let you go, will you let me explain? Please?” He asks.
You nod emphatically.
He sighs. “You’re going to bolt as soon as I let you go, aren’t you?”
You shake your head no, as convincingly as you can with a hand over your mouth and an arm holding you immobile.
He throws you on the bed, then darts to block your door. He’s effectively trapped you in before you even have a chance to right yourself.
“You ok?” He asks from where he’s now stationed.
“Are you—are you seriously asking me that right now?” You ask as you stand from the bed.
“….good point. Ok. Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. Honestly I didn’t think I’d even find you in here alive. I was worried I’d be too late.”
“Dude you are seriously off your rocker. You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m a hunter. Which admittedly is a bit close some days.”
“A hunter?” You ask. Then realization dawns on you.
“Yes, and I can protect you. But I need for you to…”
“Um no thanks. I’m solid,” you interrupt.
He lets out a sad sigh, as if he’s about to break some devastating news to you.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re little boyfriend, he’s—
“A vampire,” you say.
“—a vampire, and—oh. You already know.”
“Yep.”
“Well this is different.”
“Sorry to steal your thunder.”
“Yeah, that’s usually the big reveal. I’ll live, though. Now I’m just hoping you do.”
“What’s that supposed—“
“You human?”
“Yes, most definitely. I was actually going to see if you guys were hiring. I can get Wonho here for you to…do whatever it is you do with vampires. Just let me go grab my phone.” You knew you needed to text Wonho a warning, but you couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t have him rushing here anyways.
Sadly, that struggle was moot because Dimples wasn’t falling for it. As you move towards the door, he angles his body to block you in more effectively.
“No need, he’s already here.”
In horror, you turn to face the window that is now filled up by a familiar form. He’s so focused on getting the bags of snacks over the sill, he hasn’t even looked up to see your uninvited guest.
You go to run to him, but the boy grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. That doesn’t stop you from screaming though.
“Wonho run!”
Wonho drops the bags, whipping his head up, finally taking in the scene. His eyes go wide.
“Jooheon!?”
“Hello, brother.”
Told you it was a cliffy. You totally should have listened to me. To be honest, I’m glad you didn’t listen to me, I wanted you to read it. It’s sorta why I wrote it.
Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did, I’d kill for some feedback, it fuels me. Thanks for reading!!
Sanghyuk sidled up to Minah who stood by the microwave reheating the pasta. Patting her shoulder to get her attention, he cleared his throat and looked down.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Minah replied, trying to hold back the giggle threatening to bubble past her lips “what’s up?”
“About earlier today,” he began, looking down and squirming “I’m really sorry…you know for chucking you into the pool. I saw that you didn’t have your phone in your pockets and just went for it…”
“Thank you for your concern for my phone,” the giggle finally slipped past making Sanghyuk whine petulantly.
“I’m trying to apologise! I didn’t know your sandals were rocks!”
“Han Sanghyuk!” Hakyeon hissed from the other end of the kitchen holding up a stack of plates. Sanghyuk raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”
“Sanghyuk!” Hakyeon looked like he was ready to throw a plate at the giant human standing beside Minah who was now doubled over with laughter. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she opened the door of the beeping microwave to pull the pasta out before turning to Sanghyuk.
“You’re forgiven. Now take this out there and don’t eat any on the way.”
Sanghyuk’s serious face turned into a giant grin as he took the dish from her “I make no promises,” he winked “Jaehwan will come soon with the prepared speech as well. He went to the loo because ‘Hakyeon’s glare was making him queasy’” he added conspiratorially making Minah chuckle.
“I did nothing except tell him off!” Hakyeon added defensively, trying to pile glasses onto the stack of plates in his arms. Minah walked over to take the glasses from him, shaking her head.
“Thank you for defending my…honour. Now let me save yours before these glasses fall and Wonshik throws a fit about us breaking the only glasses he has at home.”
Hakyeon grinned sheepishly, following her out to the large dining table where Haneul was setting jugs of drinks while Wonshik counted the number of forks and spoons that were on the table. Minah smiled as she set the glasses down, she was fond of how Haneul and Wonshik worked as a unit, weaving in and out of each other’s actions and thoughts. There was a silent intimacy between them that Minah admired, it was something that couldn’t be broken into.
“How were the interviews?” he asked in a low voice, opening the box of cake to take a look at it.
“It was alright, there was the same problem as always.” Haneul sighed, running her hands through her hair. Wonshik reached over to squeeze her shoulder soothingly.
“You were too smart for the interviewees?” he grinned making her huff as she undid the plastic around the delivery noodles Hongbin had ordered as his “contribution” (given that all of Hongbin’s experiments in the kitchen seemed like material that would land someone in the hospital).
“Basics are such an issue, they don’t know the basics of anything. I had to ask them so many roundabout questions to see if they even know how to use Excel, honestly.”
“Well I think it’s mighty nice of you to at least give them a chance with your roundabout questions,” Wonshik nodded solemnly, pressing a quick kiss on the top of her head before plucking the plastic wrap from her fingers and heading into the kitchen to dispose of it. Minah turned to see Hakyeon busily piling his plate.
“Minnie-aaah!” Jaehwan’s voice chirped as he barreled into the room freezing at the sight of Hakyeon “uh…sorry for trying to kill you.”
Haneul’s palm met her forehead and Hakyeon sighed.
“Does no one know how to apologise?”
“No, no they don’t.” Haneul sighed, picking her own plate up to reach for the sandwiches.
“What! I still apologised didn’t I? Acknowledged what I did and everything!” Jaehwan declared, waving his arms around defensively as Minah patted him.
“Yes yes, you are forgiven. Could you please call the people setting up board games in the living room to come and get their food?”
“Calling can be done,” Jaehwan nodded before hurrying to the door that connected the living room to the dining hall and bellowing “GRUBS UP LOSERS!” which caused a murmur to fill the room as people scrambled up to come into the dining room and pile their plates. Haneul turned to Minah.
“So I was just telling the boys, while you were upstairs with Miya, that I wasn’t comfortable sending you home alone like this,” she said, nodding at Minah’s get-up. “I know you’re alright, but I think nearly drowning is a traumatic experience.”
“Seriously Haneul, I’m fine,” Minah chuckled, waving her hand dismissively.
“It would really give me some comfort…” Haneul bit her lip, frowning.
“Alright, I’ll ask Sanghyuk to drop me off. Don’t worry!”
“Actually…” Haneul began, looking right behind Minah.
“I volunteered to drop you off,” Taekwoon’s voice piped up beside Minah as he picked up a plate making her start. Minah opened her mouth and shut it before opening it again.
“Please don’t trouble yourself! Honestly, I live in the middle of nowhere, I’m sure it will be way out of your way. You did more than enough to help me out today, I owe you big time as it is.” she rambled, wringing her hands, feeling his eyes on her.
“I live in the same neighbourhood, which is why I offered when Wonshik mentioned it,” he said, reaching for the pasta and serving himself some. Minah gaped yet again at the taller feeling heat creep up her cheeks. She cursed herself. She cannot have a crush on this random handsome man just because he saved her. For all she knew, he was probably dating someone. No one this good-looking could be single, she said to herself, the idea sounding like a very convincing argument. Shaking the thought out of her head, she cleared her throat.
“Uhm, if you don’t mind, then thank you.”
He nodded in response, picking up a cookie from the box Jaehwan had brought in.
We all know that Yoshi has always adored his hyung, Choi Hyunsuk. But did you know there is one more person is adored…or should I say loved more than Choi Hyunsuk. You could say Yoshi’s family but it’s already given. Actually, there is another “Choi” that he loves: CHOI Y/N.
Who is she?
Oh. She’s just a Kindergarten teacher and just the beloved and closest cousin of Hyunsuk.
And how their love story bloomed is one heck of a whirlwind.
Aside from being an idol, Yoshi had engrossed himself with drawings and paintings. He draws and paints on his other free time (the other free time is producing music). One day Haruto came to his room to ask something and Yoshi was painting.
“Woah! Senpai! When was the last time I came here?” Ruto asked.
“Uhm, last week? Why?” the older Japanese replied.
“Is it just me or your room is now full of your artwork?” the younger said.
At the moment, Yoshi’s room is stacked with so many finished paintings on canvasses on one side of the room, a few stacks of sketches and drawings on his table. And now on the floor is another painting about to be finished as well.
“Do you have any plans for this, senpai?” HAruto asked again.
“Actually, no. You know me Ruto. I just paint and draw as a hobby.”
“Don’t tell me, your going to get rid all of these later.”
“WHAT! NO! I’ve worked hard on this!”
“Ok. But for sure you are not planning to look for another room and use this room as your stock room for all your paintings. And besides your works are good. Why don’t you show it publicly?”
“I did. Treasure map?”
“Aside from that.”
“Then what do you suggest to do?”
And so later that night, the members had a meeting and decided they will have an open exhibit for all of Yoshi’s work. At first they wanted it to display on the lobby of the YG Building. But the other idols (like Bobby-hyung) and the higher ups said, “Go all out.” and in the end Yoshi’s drawings are displayed at the Samsung Museum of Art.
Then came D-Day for Yoshi’s exhibit and as expected, many people came to see his work. From fans, to even high profile people. Hell! Even Samsung’s CEO came to see and wanted to buy some of Yoshi’s artwork and the man was shocked. Did he sold it, of course…No at first. The CEO wanted to buy one of his work for more than 2 Million Won and all of the members are flabbergasted…and more flabbergasted when Yoshi refused it. But after some consideration (thanks to Hyunsuk saying that he can do more paintings if he wants to), he said yes.
Yoshi is busy roaming around when he saw a group of children, probably Kindergarten students coming in the exhibit hall. Yoshi has always been fond of kids so he said his hellos to them, until he caught sight of their teacher.
“Y/N! You’re here!” Hyunsuk shouted running towards the teacher.
“Hi, hyung! Yeah. It happened that the kids have field trip today and I decided to take them to this exhibit when I saw an ad yesterday. I never expected to see you here too.” Y/N replied.
“Well, the exhibit is all Yoshi’s work. You know him, right?” Hyunsuk said with a smile while patting Yoshi’s shoulder.
“Wow! Is this all of your work?” Y/N was amazed.
“Hai…I mean…Ne!” Yoshi stuttered.
“They’re so beautiful.”
You’re beautiful as well.
“Arigato gozaimasu…” Yoshi bowed in embarrassment.
—
Well, that was not the last time Yoshi saw Y/N. The next time was at Hyunsuk’s birthday. And this time he really sucked up all the courage he has…just to get her number, which she gladly gave.
Sure after that they sent messages, called, and even hanged out!
Though Yoshi is liking her more and more, he never said what he felt. He thought hanging out with her is enough.
—
“Tadaima.” Yoshi said as he entered their dorm. He just came back from another hangout with Choi Y/N.
“Well, guess who came home so “early”.” Hyunsuk sarcastically greeted while sitting on the couch. It seems like he’s waiting for a particular someone to come home.
“Hyung, you’re still up?” Yoshi said.
Hyunsuk stood up almost jumping from the couch and approached the younger member who is taller than him. “Yeah. Care to say where have you been the whole time?” Hyunsuk asked.
“I was at the studio working on—”
“Don’t lie to me Yoshinori. I know you’ve been meeting with Y/N the whole time you are out of the dorm.” Yoshi swallowed the lump on his throat as he looked at his hyung. He knows Hyunsuk is really serious.
“Stay away from her.” Just is what Hyunsuk only said and then he went to his room.
—
Yesterday
Yoshi! I have free time this Saturday. Can we hangout?
Hi Yoshi! You’re probably busy right now. I’m sorry if I am disturbing you.
Today
Hi Yoshi. Is there something wrong? It’s so unusual that you’re not replying.
I know I sound intrusive, but you know, you can talk to me.
I’m fine Y/N. Don’t worry. =)
—
Y/N is so worried so after her class she decided to go to Yoshi’s dorm to check him out.
“Y/N! Did not expect for you to come. You should’ve told me. I should’ve picked you up.” Hyunsuk said as he saw his cousin outside the door.
“It’s okay. Sukkie-hyung. Anyway, is Yoshi here right now?” Y/N casually asked.
Then Hyunsuk’s face changed. “Why are you looking for him?” he sternly asked.
“I’ve been texting him but he’s not answering. I thought he has a problem, and I was a bit worried.”
“He’s not here!” Hyunsuk replied at bit loudly making Y/N flinched a bit. “I—I’m sorry Y/N. I did not mean to.” Hyunsuk immeditaley apologized.
“Uhm. It’s okay. But are you okay? You seem agitated.” Y/N asked. She thinks something’s up.
“I’m fine.”
—
“Yoshi!” Y/N screamed as she saw the Japanese boy sitting on a bench looking towards Han River. Yoshi heard her voice and looked at her direction. With widened eyes, he suddenly got up from his seat about to leave.
“Wait Yoshi, stop!” Y/N grabs his hand. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” Y/N asked.
“No. Nothing, Y/N. I just really have to go. I still have some work—”
“I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HER!” Hyunsuk came dashing and grabbed Yoshi’s collar pulling him closer. Yoshi is now trembling.
“Hyunsuk, what are you doing?!” Y/N dashed to free Yoshi from her cousin but she was only stopped by the Japanese.
“It’s okay Y/N.”
Hyunsuk grabbed Yoshi’s collar tighter almost ready to punch the other’s face.
“Again. I told. You. To stay. AWAY FROM HER! Which part of that do you not understand?!” Hyunsuk shouted.
“Hyunsuk! I was the one who went to him! What’s your problem?!”
“I don’t want you to be hurt again, Y/N. DO you still remember the time that you came to me crying after you found out your boyfriend was sleeping with another girl?” Hyunsuk replied.
“I do! But Hyunsuk, Yoshi is different. I know, and I believe he’s different.” Y/N cannot take it anymore and said, “I like him, Hyunsuk!”
Hyunsuk let Yoshi got when he heard what his cousin said.
“I like him. What can I do? I can’t help it.” Y/N kneeled on the ground and cried.
Yoshi came closer to her and wiped her tears away. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry I avoided you. It’s just that I don’t want Hyunsuk-hyung to hate me and you to become sad.” Yoshi held her hand. “But now I know too. I like you too, Choi Y/N.”
Y/N hugged him tight for the first time.
While Hyunsuk just stood there, feeling guilty for what he did.
It turns out that Y/N had a prior relationship before Yoshi. A Japanese expat working at a big Korean firm. Y/N was so in love with him and she would always tell Hyunsuk about him. But then she caught him cheating on her. When Hyunsuk knew, he could not control himself and almost thrown his reputation away as an idol. Thanks to Y/N and her kindness, he stopped before he lands a fist on the guy. At that point Hyunsuk was always on guard for his cousin, especially with Japanese men.
—
Yoshi and Y/N’s relationship bloomed and stayed strong. When Seung and Yong were born, Hyunsuk tried to tease them to seal the deal and give his twins a cousin to play with only for him to get a sassy reply from his cousin.
“Don’t you dare tell us to seal the deal. You haven’t even sealed yours! Do it first.” Y/N said that made Yoshi laugh at his hyung.
We can say Yoshi is a box full of surprises. During Jihoon’s wedding, he asked Jihoon to intentionally throw the garter to him and Jihoon’s wife to throw the bouquet to Y/N. The newly wed couple made it as natural as it is. And it really happened. The bouquet was thrown first, and Y/N got it.
Then instead of a garter, a small white box was thrown and Yoshi, as intended, got it.
They were at the center and the people are watching them. Then Yoshi kneeled and Y/N was shocked.
“I want us to be the next couple to get married. I think it’s time to seal the deal. Choi Y/N, will you marry me?” And Yoshi opened the box revealing an Aquamarine gemstone ring.
Y/N can’t believe what’s happening and cried, “Of course I will!”
—
A few months after their engagement, the got married in Yoshi’s hometown of Kobe. And during that time, Hyunsuk was the best man. He even delivered a speech for the couple.
“I don’t know why but my cousin has a thing for Japanese men. But I’m happy that out of all Japanese men she met, Yoshi is the one she is spending her life with. At first I was afraid that things will go wrong again, and that Yoshi, eventhough I know he is a good man, will be the same as the prick who broke my cousin’s heart. But he proved me wrong. And also, I know Yoshi adores me so much. Even during Treasure box time. But I did not expect he would go to the extent of being a part of my family tree. But anyways, welcome to the Choi family, brother, and cousin-in-law. Cheers to the newly weds.”
And then a year after, Hikaro was born, much to the happiness of Seung and Yong.
Well, first off, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ONE (1) WATANABE HARUTO! I was planning to make my How I Met Your Mother series from the oldest to the youngest. But because it’s my #2 Bias aka #1 Bias Wrecker’s birthday, I wrote this one first. I already had this idea in mind a few weeks back and hopefully someone will like it esp. To @treasuredays.
He’s handsome, he’s tall, he has a deep voice, and he’s a rapper. That’s what gives girls a run for their money when it comes to Watanabe Haruto. When he was discovered on YGTB, many knew that this “diamond in the rough” that time will be polished and shine brighter. And yes, he did. One simple reason will be when he was the first member to be announced for Treasure. And now after years of experience, his charisma overflows and women of all ages are falling in love with him.
But how about Haruto?
Well, he did fall in love…
But it was not an easy road to tackle.
—
Haruto met Y/N through Asahi. Well actually, Y/N is Asahi’s cousin. Treasure had a short hiatus after a half-a-year world tour and everyone had a chance to do what they want. Haruto decided he goes home to Fukuoka for a vacation and tagging along was his bestfriend, Park Jeongwoo (well actually, Haruto forced Jeongwoo to come with him because the boy is gloomy after a breakup with his girlfriend).
Haruto showed Jeongwoo his city and they hanged out at every place Haruto loves as a kid growing up.
Then came a call from Asahi.
“Ruto-kun! I’ll be celebrating my birthday here at home in Osaka. You and Jeongwoo should come.” Asahi said on the phone.
And well, they did.
—
They reached Asahi’s house and it was actually a mini-reunion for all the boys. Mashiho and Yoshi came down from Tokyo and Kobe and the other Korean boys flew there. Who would dare to miss their 97% introvert buddy’s birthday?
They were talking to each other when Haruto had a glimpse of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. The girl was bringing something like a gift and gave it directly to Asahi. Asahi just smiled and hugged her. During that time, his stare did not even broke.
“Y/N , I know you already saw them in our concert but please, I’ll introduce you to them…again.”
Asahi introduced each one to her and when it was Haruto’s turn, he tried to be calm and collected…eventhough he is shaking.
“Hi. I’m Haruto.” Taking her hand and shook it.
“Of course you are Haruto. Nice to meet you.”
—
During the whole celebration, Haruto eyes never seemed to leave sight of Y/N. The members noticed it, especially Asahi.
Haruto went to the kitchen to get some drinks when Asahi cornered him.
“It seems like you are taking interest for my cousin.” Asahi said.
Haruto widened his eyes, “Am I that obvious, senpai?” and Asahi only nodded and grabbed the younger Japanese by the shoulder and whispered to him.
“It’s okay for me if you like her. But if you want to pursue her, right now I am telling you, you will have a hard time.”
And Asahi just left and went back to his own party, leaving a frozen Haruto in the kitchen.
—
The party is laying low and Y/N is sitting alone on a chair outside Hamada residence. Haruto saw her and took the courage and the advantage to talk to her.
“Uhm. Hi Y/N.”
“Hi Haruto.”
“Can I sit down by your side?”
“Sure.”
They talked about some things; first where she grew up to what school and what is she doing at the moment. Until such time, it went to her likes and dislikes.
“Uhm. If you don’t mind, Haruto. It seems like you are interested in me.” She said in a nice, lovely way.
“Actually, yeah. The moment I saw you today, kind of struck my feelings. You’re that person that brighten up the room.”
“Well, thank you, Haruto. But…”
Then her nice aura suddenly changed into something serious and “dark?”
She sat closer to Haruto…and grabbed his collar.
“IF you are planning to date me, or worse, going into my pants. then I’m sorry, NO. If you think your good looks and nice voice will enchant me and drop my knees for you, well, think again. It takes more than that.” And she releases the boy in her grasp and changed again into her nice lovely self.
“Well, if you excuse me I have to go back in. I want to eat again.”
And Watanabe Haruto was dumbfounded again for the second time in the day.
Well, fate has been playful for Choi Hyunsuk for him to end to his now beloved wife.
Hyunsuk had known Y/N since middle school, those times of yesteryears when he was still not even a trainee and an idol. He already has a crush on her that time, but he did not try to pursue her because he wanted to be an idol and he wants to focus on it. He set his feelings aside but that does not mean it faded away.
He met her again at their school reunion. He is now an idol. And she? She is now more beautiful in Hyunsuk’s eyes. And well, in every reunion, there will always be a drinking spree. Hyunsuk is a light drinker but during that time he cannot refuse the people, especially because they are his close friends. Y/N on the other hand wanted to drink to drown herself in sorrow, after breaking up with her boyfriend.
As the night goes deeper, the two at one point bump with each other. And how things happen in parties; they were drunk, they danced, and morning came and shocked of seeing each other sleeping at the same bed with only a shared blanket covering their bodies. The went on their separate ways after “that night” pretending nothing happened between them.
Hyunsuk cannot remember what the hell they did but pasted on his mind is the fact that he woke up beside his early teenage crush. He can never pretend nothing happened.
He never heard anything from her after that and because of his busy schedules with Treasure she slipped away from his mind…until one day he saw her again in front of their dorm. Wearing some baggy clothes. She seems to be hiding something.
And what she has been hiding was a mixture of sweet dreams and nightmare for Hyunsuk. She told him she is carrying his children. Not child, but children. They are going to have twins. Hyunsuk and Y/N cried while sitting at a corner inside Haruto’s favorite convenience store near their dorm.
Hyunsuk does not know what he should do, but one sure thing is, he cannot just abandon the girl he admired as a teenager, especially she is pregnant. He promised her to help in whatever he can.
And sure, he did.
In every checkup, he was there.
He buys everything that she needs even if she does not want him to.
He did everything first out of responsibility. But as time goes by, his little teenage crushing turned into something more. He started to fall in love with her. And he was not doing things anymore because he is the father of her kids, but because he also LOVES the mother of his kids.
And his love for her was brought to publicity. He tried to keep his relationship hidden and unknown. Only Jihoon knows. But thanks to Dispatch, he became a hot item.
The higher ups of YG knew about this and talked with him and his girl. Hyunsuk almost collapsed in the office after all the discussions that they have. His fears were almost coming to fruition. From being stripped off from Treasure or to be separated from the girl he loves and from his children. He tried to defend them, his members, his girl and his kids.
But unexpectedly, the higher ups were considerate enough to him. Hyunsuk was a talent they do not want to let go and has been an integral part of both Treasure’s and YG’s growth. In the end, they decided to protect him and the ones he loved. They released a statement confirming that Hyunsuk is indeed in a relationship and expected to have kids. They even sued Dispatch for meddling with their talent’s private life.
As for Y/N, she did not expect anything from Hyunsuk. She knew Hyunsuk as a happy and carefree middle school classmate of hers that became an idol. She respects him as a person but that’s it. Even when she told him she is pregnant with his kids she was not expecting him to help her out. She can stand on her own and raise her kids as she wanted to. She only thought Hyunsuk sticks with her because of his responsibility. She was even surprised when Hyunsuk blurted out in front of his higher ups that he is in love with her and wants to spend his life with her. That his crushing developed into something more.
But when did Y/N fell in love with Hyunsuk?
Actually, it was when Seung and Yong were born.
Hyunsuk was holding them both in his arms, looking at them with all adoration and love. And at that moment, something stirred up inside Y/N, a thought that Choi Hyunsuk is the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life to.
“Y/N, thank you for these beautiful bundles of joy. You did great.” Hyunsuk said (of course crying, the sensitive boy he is).
“Hyunsuk…” Y/N started.
“Yeah?”
“I just realized.”
“What?” Hyunsuk suddenly feeling afraid.
“I finally love you.”
And Hyunsuk smiled brighter than ever and kissed her in the lips for the first time.
Seungkwansmoothed down his hair for the nth time that night, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his blazer as he patiently waited for you inside the small café. The soothing music playing inside the café wasn’t helping him calm down at all, his nerves were going through the roof each passing minute.
Did he get there too early? Are you alright? Are you safe? Will you actually come?
Seungkwan muttered under his breath as he watched raindrops collect on the café window. Even the Seoul weather didn’t let up for his first date with you. Seungkwan nervously fiddled with the straw in his drink, his head shooting up whenever he heard the jingle the bells made when the door opened.
Did you get lost? Was the café further from your house than he expected? Did you have an umbrella?
The cafe door opened and Seungkwan flushed a bright red. There you stood, in light, yet comfortable clothing with small spots of rain decorating the cloth on your shoulders. When you spotted him, Seungkwan felt frazzled in your presence, your sheepish smile hitting some part of his heart that he didn’t knew existed.
As your night continued, filled with your twinkling laughter and Seungkwan’s desperate attempts to not fall deeper for you on the first date, you shyly walked to your house with swinging hands.
And when you abruptly kissed his cheek before letting him go, Seungkwan knew then that he didn’t stand a chance at all.
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You softly pushed your two bowls of ramen and soda onto the counter for Joshua to scan, shamelessly pulling out money from your 2nd grade Hello Kitty wallet that he had complimented a week ago.
After paying, Joshua slapped a pack of Pepero onto one of the bowls and locked his eyes with your shocked ones.
“For you, my favorite customer,” Joshua winked at you, watching you erupt in laughter.
You slapped the top of one of the ramen bowls and pushed it towards him before grinning back at his surprised face.
“For you, my favorite cashier boy,” you mocked him, sending an exaggerated wink and watching his ears turn the slightest tint of red as he let out a loud laugh.
The two of you sat laughing while eating ramen together outside of the 711 at 2 in the morning, an open pack of Pepero opened between the two of you.
“You wanna touch someone else?”, seethes Yeonjun, his chest against yours, eyes glaring down into your own as tingles ran through your blood - from him or the vodka, you weren’t quite sure of.
Take Me Away (TMA): Siyeon’s Restored Ending - When The Moonlight Guides Me To You
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TW: Fluffiness
You don’t hesitate to clasp the moonstone bracelet on your wrist as you think of Siyeon.
She’s a woman who has a closet of skeletons behind her. SIyeon deserves nothing but kindness and love, and I wish that I was around to give her that. I guess that’s why I’m coming back, besides the obvious reason that I miss her.
You drift off in your comfortable bed as you don’t think of anything but Siyeon.
~
You wake up in the very small cottage in that tiny village, but the moonlight that radiates through your window tells you that it’s night.
It’s not a full moon… so where’s Siyeon?
You pull yourself out of bed, and you enter the only other room in your house.
“Y/N! You took too long of a nap. You need to get changed so we can go to the Flower Dance!” Siyeon says excitedly as she looks your way.
Has it really been a year since the first one?
“Sorry. I’ll change now.” You rub your eyes before heading back into the bedroom.
I missed seeing her. I have so much time to make up for.
You find a nice outfit, and you change into it before walking back to Siyeon.
“Y/N, you look great! Do you like my outfit?” Siyeon stands up and gives you a spin. “I’m even wearing the bracelet you gave me.”
“You look as great as always.” You confess with a blush on your face as Siyeon proudly displays the bracelet.
So it’s not shattered… that’s good to know.
You take Siyeon’s hand in yours as you lead her out of your home.
Well, I guess it’s our home now…
“Do you remember going here last year? That was the first time you kissed me.”
Siyeon giggles as you recall the memory in your mind.
“Of course. I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous than at that moment.”
Siyeon raises an eyebrow at you.
“Oh really? What if I kissed you now?”
You blush slightly.
“I don’t know. I say that we should find out together.”
Take Me Away (TMA): Dami’s Shattered Ending - Magic Only Heals What’s On The Surface
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TW: Covens, magicians, strangers, threats, expect the unexpected…
You let your hand subconsciously run over the emerald charm before you grab it.
Dami’s ending was sweet, but so was every moment I spent with her. I’m looking forward to spending more time with her. I don’t think I could ask for a better ending than what I got, but I shouldn’t doubt myself or Dami.
You find yourself thinking about your favorite childhood book as your mind finally rests.
~
You wake up in your “bedroom” in the back of Dami’s shop.
This place looks more like a bedroom than a storage room. I see that a few decorations were added from when I last was here.
You manage to find a casual outfit to wear as you walk out of your room. You reach into your pockets only to feel the emerald charm in there. You’re about to pull your hand out from your pocket, but you feel another part of the stone against your hand.
The emerald shattered… What does that mean?
Expecting to see Dami, you walk into the shop and look around.
Why is she not here?
You can hear someone shouting outside, and you immediately think of Dami.
I have to help her if she’s in trouble!
You rush outside only to see Dami talking to another woman outside.
Was I mistaken? They’re just calmly talking.
“Ah, is this the person who caused you to quit our lifestyle?” The woman gestures to you as you walk towards Dami.
“Not entirely. I just was tired of dabbling in those sorts of… activities” Dami says before looking at you. “You can go back inside, dear. I’ll be there in a moment.”
“Our lifestyle”, “Those sorts of activities”… What has Dami been doing?
The woman chuckles at your confused face. “You haven’t told them yet? How… disappointing.”
“Please leave them out of this.” Dami softly pleads, but the woman shakes her head.
“That’s not any of my business. I’m just a messenger, and since I like you, I’ll give you and your lover a clear-cut one. The leaders of the coven are pissed, and you two should leave town as soon as possible.” The woman smirks before looking between the two of you. “Good luck~”
You’re about to ask the woman a question, but she disappears into thin air before you can say anything.
What was that?
“Who is she, and why was she talking about covens? Are you a magician?” You inquire as you turn towards Dami.
“…Of sorts. Listen, I don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I’ll tell you anything you want, okay?” Her eyes are filled with honesty as you nod.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I… was scared of what you might think. I care about what you have to say, love.” She smiles before taking your hands in hers. “…I’m afraid, however, that everything that the woman said was true. We have to leave town, at least for a little bit.”
“Will we ever come back here?” You look back at the building that had so many good memories inside of it.
“Hopefully, someday.” Dami says before looking at the road ahead of you. “Are you ready to go? We don’t have much time to grab anything.”
You give Dami a reassuring smile.
“I’m okay. I’ll be fully prepared as long as I have you by my side.”
Vampire! JiU x Hunter! Y/N x Vampire! Handong - Spider’s Web (Requested!)
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TW: Vampire, vampire hunters, mentions of blood and injuries
I hate this life. Why do we have to hunt people who have done nothing to us?
You silently mull over your life choices as you walk through the forest.
I wish that I could live a peaceful life, but stupid child me thought that this was a great idea. Who lets children take blood oaths anyway? That’s kind of stupid on their part.
It was your job, since you were now one of the older vampire hunters, to check the traps that you set out for the vampires. None of the traps ever caught anything, which didn’t surprise you.
The trap was a small box on the ground that would trap the vampire in an invisible prison when stepped on. Their powers would be drained before a vampire hunter finished the job.
Would I really kill a vampire if I saw them?
You round another corner, and you gasp in surprise.
I guess that’s a decision I have to make now.
You carefully watch as two vampires stare at the tiny box that traps them.
One is sitting on the ground while holding her stomach, and the other is pacing around.
“I told you that this wasn’t a good idea; now, we’re stuck thanks to your midnight munchies!” The sitting one huffs before grumbling in pain.
“I’m sorry! Deer blood sounded really good.” The pacing one whines before her eyes meet yours.
Shoot!
She rushes forward, but an invisible barrier keeps her a few feet away from you.
“Please help us. We’re trapped here, and my friend is hurt. I’d appreciate it if you..” She pauses as you pull out a knife.
“Vampire hunters.” The sitting one hisses. “I should’ve known.”
Without another word, you toss the knife on the ground. You throw all of your weapons far away from you.
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to know that you won’t hurt me too. I’ll free you if you can promise me that.” Your hand hovers over your “watch” as you wait for an answer.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, but we’re not the vampires you want to hunt. We haven’t drank blood in centuries. We’re just trying to survive off of the local wildlife. …I’m JiU, if you are curious.” Her long black hair flows in the wind as she talks.
“Good to meet you, JiU. I’m Y/N. Who’s your friend over there?” You gesture to the sitting woman.
“Handong, and everything she said was the absolute truth. I’ve not known a vampire who’s had human blood in well over four-hundred years. I don’t know what monster you’re trying to hunt, but it’s not us.” Handong slowly stands up before limping over to you.
You sigh before pressing a button on your watch.
I feel like I can trust them more than the vampire hunters who raised me.
“Thank you.” JiU nods as she begins to walk off while holding her friend.
“Wait, it’s not safe out here. You could run into more traps that could drain you more. I know a place where you can rest and recharge.” You call out to them as they stop walking.
The pair of vampires stare at each other before Handong speaks.
“I wouldn’t mind relaxing for a bit. Lead the way.”
~
You hum as you open the door to your very remote cabin in the woods.
I don’t mind helping those vampires since they seem very nice. Plus, it’d be good to understand what’s going on in the first place.
You light a few candles before gesturing to the girls to come in. It’s well past dark, and you know that you wouldn’t be able to see without some sort of light.
With JiU’s help, Handong places herself in your dining room chair as JiU sits on your bed.
Everything is in one room in this house. I hope they’re okay with that.
“Tea?” You ask the pair.
“I’m fine.” JiU shakes her head.
“I’d like some, along with any bandages that you may have.” Handong says.
You gently hand JiU the medical kit under your kitchen sink as you begin to prepare the tea.
“Why are vampire hunters going after vampires that don’t drink human blood?” You softly ask while not expecting to get an answer.
“I’m not quite sure, but I think it has to do with the humans themselves. I think they’re trying to cover something up.” JiU says before turning to Handong. “Hold still.”
“Yeah, I wish that we didn’t have to live in hiding anymore. Someone needs to tell those thick-skulled humans that we’re not the killers we used to be. Also, if I-” Handong grumbles in pain before JiU laughs.
“I told you to stay still!”
“Oh, hush.” Handong waves her off as JiU sets the med kit on your bed.
“What if I helped show the vampire hunters that you’re not the monsters?” You feel their eyes settle on you as you finish talking.
“You would do that for us?” JiU looks at you in surprise.
“Yeah. I mean, you’ve had every opportunity to kill me within the last thirty minutes, and you haven’t even thought about it. That’s enough proof for me to believe that you’re not lying to me.” You say nonchalantly as you give Handong her cup of tea.
“That’s fair, but how would you convince them?” Handong looks at you as you take a seat next to JiU.
“That’s the part where I need help. I need solid proof that you’re not going to harm anyone.”
“We can definitely do that.” Handong nods before taking a sip of the tea. “This is really good, by the way.”
You blush before JiU sets her hand on your shoulder.
“We’ll do whatever it takes to help you with your plan. Say the word, and we’ll be there.”
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