#svt fluff
You & Minghao aren’t soulmates.
Your name isn’t etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart.
And his name isn’t on your body, it isn’t etched onto you, carved into you – a tight pressure grows in his chest, he swallows the sea and the saltwater drowns his lungs.
Hearts are about to burst for love.
—
It’s raining.
You grip onto a very red umbrella.
Warmth then, spreads across his chest – setting ablaze, a searing ache grows in the depth of his chest, beneath his bones. Sinks into his gut, burning. He watches, he lingers, in the backdrop of your life.
You grip onto a very red umbrella, and feel the burning gaze on the back of your head – you know what it feels like to be seen, and it only makes you sink into a throb.
It’s raining, and you don’t like Minghao but you know he likes you.
It rains and you grip a very red umbrella.
—
“Can you move already?”
You mutter, pushing past him. Brushing against him, warm skin against his – his heart pounds, and yours is heavy in your chest.
“Sorry…”
He says the moment you’re gone, stares at the space you once took up – he watches, he lingers.
(A tight pressures grows in his chest, the sea swallows his lungs, salt sticks to his insides – you becomes oxygen for Minghao, but you don’t like him very much.)
—
Your cheeks are red. A discoloration, rubbed raw from the paw of your woollen sweater. Your eyes are dazed, stuck on Jeonghan.
Minghao watching, lingering – there’s burning, there is salt overflowing in his lungs. Tipping over.
Jeonghan’s thumb strokes your brow, his fingertips soft against your skin. Your hand lifts, fingers curl around his wrist; a hard-edged look settles on your face but your eyes tell a different story; the look you give him is tender, pained – a look that says you will never be theirs. Not Jeonghan’s. Not Minghao –
And Minghao is watching until your gaze finds his, he breathes and at the same time he doesn’t – your face shifts, mouth twitches.
It feels like an ache, a bruise brushed. He sees you take a deep breath, chest lifting; it makes his ribs hurt.
You lift your chin, fingers uncurling.
Your gaze stays on Minghao, and for once, Minghao is seen.
(You push Jeonghan away. Jeonghan smiles. A knowing one.)
—
He hears a conversation he shouldn’t have.
(“Do you have a soulmate?” Low, whispered. Jeonghan has you cornered, hidden on the corner of an emptied street, beneath a street lamp.
“What’s it to you?”
“It’s true then,”
The rumors reach you slow, soft.
“What is?”
Jeonghan is holding you then, arms around your neck. “You don’t have a soulmate.”
You’re quiet. Deafening, a low ring in his ears.
“It doesn’t matter…”
Jeonghan is more than a friend to you, he knows you better than anyone – “Me too. Me too.”)
The rumors started when a man asks for you name. Hopeful, – pitiful. Breathes air like it hurts, looks at you like you have stars in your hair.
“I–, it’s (name)…”
You look pained. And the man isn’t hopeful anymore – instead he smiles, tells you his name. Asks for your time, a coffee. And so more more that remains hidden beneath his voice.
“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t… I don’t like the idea of dating.” But something is missing, there is more.
You don’t like the idea of not having a soulmate.
And then you are gone. Gathered your belongings in your arms, leaving. As if you were never there, like you never existed.
Jeonghan follows.
—
It’s raining.
But you stay.
Minghao watches, Minghao lingers.
Watches you until he can’t breathe, the air winds out of him. Stutters out, before he speaks. Quietly, “You hate me.”
And there is no longer silence, just static in his ears. It’s unspoken, a wordless secret. Brings heat to his heart, he remembers the name on his skin – remembers you aren’t like most people.
“I… I, I don’t… Hateyou.”
Well-worn hate on your face fades; something sadder breaks to the surface of it.
The words burn his throat.
“I want you.”
Your voice is small, “Wha– what?”
The words pour out. “You heard me…” Bites back, Minghao looks at you silently. He won’t beg, he will let you slip through his fingers. His eyes blur, the first tear slips down his cheek.
“Please. You’re all I want.”
“Minghao…”
You’ve said his name before. Yet this is different. Heavier, without the hate.
You watch each other. Eyes on his. His eyes on yours.
He takes a deep shuddering breath. Breathes in until his lungs ache. Tries to smile. It feels broken, it is.
He doesn’t watch anymore. Doesn’t linger.
“Minghao, I’m sorry. I… Wait.”
Takes a half a heartbeat before he’s gone.
—
He meets his soulmate.
It doesn’t feel like it should.
The name etched onto his body, carved into his heart, feels like a word more than a name.
Their eyes meet. Minghao knows.
They tell him their name, bright-eyed. Hopeful, happy.
Minghao braces himself. He knows what to say, knew from the moment he laid eyes on you.
The bright-eyed stare turns to anger.
They tell him, but we’re meant for each other, this isn’t supposed to happen, we’re soulmates.
They don’t want to meet again. Minghao thinks it’s for the best.
—
With an ache in his chest.
Watches you again, tries to catch your eyes. In waiting, he lingers.
Watches you lean close to Jeonghan, watches his hand on your arm, knead through the layers. Your eyes dampen, you pretend Minghao isn’t there.
Minghao learns to watches you both.
Realizes you and Jeonghan are made for each other.
Fitting together like puzzle pieces – watches you both, lingers behind you both.
(Yet, he doesn’t see the way you pull away from Jeonghan, just to stand a little closer to Minghao. Doesn’t see your face heat up when his eyes leave –)
—
“It’s easy to hate you.”
Minghao half-turns. Finds you.
Fingers curled together, wrapped around the handle of your very red umbrella. Bone-white, beneath the sleeve of your coat.
Your eyes are damp. Jeonghan comes, hand touches your shoulder.
“See you later, and you too, Minghao!”
He watches, he lingers.
Watches Jeonghan leave, gaze hardening at your blank stare, he whispers something. Low, beneath his breath, breathes it into your hair. Then gone, out of the staff room.
(“It’ll be okay.”)
“Is it alright if I walk you home?”
He bites down on his lip.
Eyes on your face. Flickering.
Your face sets aflame, a flash turning your eyes to hesitation. Hooking his, seeing him.
“Or– or not, it’s okay, I–”
“Okay.”
He sees you smile for the first time. Soft on your cheeks, dusted with a heat.
Your soul pulls his in.
—
You walk beneath a very red umbrella.
Pressed close. Closer than ever. Beneath an umbrella, under rainfall. Your fingers curled around the handle, both holding on tight.
Minghao stares at you, through lashes. From the corner of his eye.
Realizes he’s always watching you.
“I don’t know much about you,”
You say, a low whisper, for him to hear only.
“You don’t like me that much.”
Your brows furrow, tight-lipped, you tell him again, “It’s easy to hate you.”
It makes him laugh, hollowed out. From his chest, high-pitched and kind of shy. You look at him, cheeks heating, smiling.
(You press more firmly against him, unknowing. Subconsciously. His heart beside yours, a hundred aches in both of them – choosing, a slow truth beneath a red umbrella).
“Well… Tell me something, something that will make me like you!”
Your soul pulls his.
He tells you everything about himself.
—
“Minghao?” Soft, a breath.
He hums, looks to you.
“Can we do… Can we do this again?”
His chest spreads fire across. Heart drums, “Yes.”
—
You walk him home every other day, sometimes with a red umbrella and sometimes not.
You stand close, and your heart is so full – Minghao watches, a lingering stare. His heart is overflowing.
(You stay close, and he wonders if the name on his chest could change to yours).
—
He walks you home this time.
Maybe once, maybe more times than he can count.
Kisses you, and you melt together. Mouths melting together like hot honey, oozing slow, hot and heavy down your throats. Your hearts pulled together, the same way yours hands knot, fingers tightening. Pressing into your knuckles, bone-white and fitting together like pieces to a puzzle.
When you pull away, Minghao’s breath brushes over your cheeks. Forehead rolling to the side of your head, on your temple. Kisses your cheek, quick. Fleeting.
“I’m scared,” You say through teeth.
He doesn’t realize you’re upset, not until you look at him through glossed eyes.
Minghao presses more into you. Hands leaving yours, ground gently into your cheeks, “I choose you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, and stutters out. Nodding against his forehead when you place your hands over his, fingertips soft, smoothing over the joints in his.
“I’ll always choose you.”
Your hearts stay together. He hopes forever.
—
The name etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart fades. Seeps into his skin, until it’s gone.
He pretends your name was always there, pretends it is there.
(It is, carved into his heart, searing, a burning that lasts forever).
I’ve finally finished it lmao. It only took forever but I’m finally feeling productive so hopefully I’ll be able to push out a few more things soon (no promises but we’ll see)
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:It gets kinda angsty with Seungcheol thinking he’s weird for liking both of you at the same time but there’s a happy ending
Sensitive Pup pt. 3
Ever since that fateful night with you and your lovely boyfriend, Seungcheol’s brain had been buzzing with thoughts. Thoughts that had left his heart in the pit of his stomach as well as a headache crashing through his skull. Everyone had noticed their leader’s distress as he fell victim to his own insecurities, but no one knew what to do about it. Everytime they asked he would wave them off, claiming he just hadn’t been sleeping well. Since the boys couldn’t figure out what the issue was, they turned to the one thing that always lifted his spirits- you.
You had been pretty confident in your ability to get the truth out of him since he had always been closest to you, aside from Mingyu of course, but one step into his studio told you it wouldn’t be that simple. His head snapped over to you as soon as you entered the room, and a sudden tension smothering the both of you in the small space. You sent him an awkward smile.
"Uh- hey! The boys were telling me how worried they were about you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright.“
"O-oh, uh- sorry to bother you I guess. No need to worry though, everything’s fine here.” He said with an obviously forced smile. You raised a brow as he seemed to shrink into his chair, knuckles white from his death grip on the armrests and his shoulders almost up to his ears as he refused to make eye contact with you.
"You sure? You seem a little… tense. You’re not sick are you?“ You asked, stepping closer to him to rest the back of your hand on his forehead. The feeling of your soft skin against his made his heart do somersaults as he fought to keep all his blood from rushing up to his face. He hurriedly grabbed your wrist to push it back to your side.
"No no no I-I’m fine really, just a little tired. Now if you’ll excuse me I have- uh- work to do. Yes! Very important work so- uh- I-I’ll see you later.” He didn’t give you any time to respond before lightly pushing you out the door, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by his actions. Were you the reason he was acting so weird? Your heart sank at the thought, trying to think of anything that you had done to warrant this behavior from him as you trudged down the hall.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, was still standing at the door he had just pushed you out of, heart lodged in his throat as he pressed his forehead to the smooth wood in front of him. He pushed a shaky sigh past his lips to stop the tears that had built up from falling down his face. Why her? He thought. Why now? Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he sat down in his computer chair. Why do feelings have to be so difficult?
❤
It had been three days since you had checked in on Seungcheol, and according to the rest of the boys he had more or less returned to his old self. He would still catch himself drifting to thoughts of you and that night but had ultimately decided that his new plan would be better for the both of you. Sure, one might say that ignoring someone that had been your best friend for years because of a silly little crush is childish, but at the moment he could think of no other option. To him, the plan was foolproof- he’d ignore you until these feelings went away and then you could go back to how it used to be.
He was currently in the practice room with the rest of his members, taking a water break after about an hour or so of practice. Woozi had sat himself next to him, talking about anything and everything as they both caught their breath. Eventually Jeonghan and Wonwoo also joined in the conversation, quickly shifting it to revolve around their eldest member.
"Yeah, what was up with you? You barely paid attention to us and just sulked everywhere you went.“ Seungcheol nervously shifted in his spot at Woozi’s question, letting out a small chuckle to ease his nerves.
"Don’t worry about it.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a groan at the answer that the leader had repeated probably a million times by now. Seungcheol only sighed in response. “Look, I was having a little personal issue but I’m taking care of it now. Trust me, everything’s fine.” Wonwoo just shrugged as he took another sip of his water.
"Whatever you say…"
Seungcheol’s attention was suddenly on the other side of the room as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. All the younger members were on the opposite side of the room laughing hysterically as Hoshi did an over dramatic reenactment of the dance they were learning, making him chuckle as well. Their laughter was boisterous and could probably be heard three rooms down, but one laugh in particular rang in his ears the loudest. His eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who was laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing.
Seungcheol let out a sigh as he looked at him, a smile unconsciously stretching across his face. The younger suddenly opened his eyes, coming down from his laughing fit and locked eyes with him, a smile lighting up his own face as he jumped to his feet. He excitedly joined Hoshi to reenact it for the members who had missed it. How cute. The leader thought to himself. His heart skipped a beat as he focused on the younger’s smile that brought energy to everyone in the room. Seungcheol froze, smile falling from his face as he finally processed that his heart had skipped a beat.
Uh-oh.
❤
If you weren’t worried before, you definitely were now. It only took a day or two for Seungcheol to go back to locking himself in his office and shrugging off everyone’s concerns. The only difference was that this time he refused to even look in yours or Mingyu’s direction, and would even deliberately avoid you by walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw either of you coming. For you, that had been the last straw. Seungcheol could avoid you for whatever reason he wanted, but the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face when he realized that his hyung had been avoiding him made your heart shatter in a million pieces. To stop this childish behavior, you had rounded up the boys and concocted a little plan.
Their laughter rang through the hallway as they returned from practice, on their way to the car to start heading home after a long day of work. As they reached the vehicle, however, the youngest suddenly got a look of panic on his face as he patted himself down.
"Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.“ Dino exclaimed. The others turned to him with confused expressions.
"What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked.
"I think I left my phone in the practice room.“ The pout that took over his face made the others laugh. "Hyuuuuung, could you go and grab it for me?” Seungcheol raised a brow at his younger member as he gave him his best puppy dog eyes while tugging on his sleeve.
"Why can’t you go get it yourself?“
"Because I need to talk to him about something! It’s really really important.” Jeonghan interjected, pulling Dino into the car seat beside him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he realized there was no winning this argument before turning back to the building.
The leader grumbled to himself as he entered the empty room, wanting to just grab the phone and get home as soon as possible. He scratched his head after a quick scan of the room. It wouldn’t be that hard to find; it’s not like there were many hiding places here. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him, head snapping up to look at the wall of mirrors in front of him. You could see the blood drain from his face as he locked eyes with you through the mirror.
"I think you have a bit of explaining to do.“ You said with a glare, leaning against his only escape. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled to find the words to say. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes softened. "Look, I’m not really that angry with you Seungcheol, I just wanna know what’s going on. Everybody’s worried about you.” The man in front of you winced. You hadn’t used his full name in so long it sounded wrong coming from your lips- with you he was always Cheolie. I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?
"I- I can’t- you wouldn’t-“ as he tried to find the words to explain himself, he could feel his throat tighten and the tears start to build. You noticed how his eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as he wrapped his arms around himself, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller.
"Just talk to me. I promise you, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make me think any less of you.” You were directly in front of him now, hands softly rubbing up and down his arms in a soothing motion. Suddenly the floodgates opened. A loud sob ripped from his throat as he seemed to crumble in your hold, his nails digging into his own skin to prevent himself from latching onto you as the reality of the situation hit him full force.
Therewas no winning for him. He could either tell you how he truly felt, the thoughts of you and your boyfriend that had been keeping him awake at night and get rejected, ruining his friendship with you forever, or he could refuse to tell you and start avoiding you again, ruining your friendship forever. He hadn’t even realized the both of you were now on the floor, your hand rubbing circles on his back as he caved in on himself. The sight was truly heartbreaking. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder, but the death grip he had on his own arms told you that that’s not what he needed right now.
The both of you stayed like that for a while as you waited for him to calm down. When his breathing finally leveled and his sobs turned to occasional hiccups, you moved to sit directly in front of him. You gently caressed his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks while he unconsciously nuzzled into your palm. Keeping his eyes closed, in fear he would lose all confidence the second he looked at you, he took a deep breath.
"I- I just- god (Y/N), I’m in love with you. At first I thought it was just some stupid little crush that would go away if I avoided you for long enough, but no matter how far away from you I am, I can’t stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep you’re the first thing I think about. A-and I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way cause you and Mingyu are already together but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just you.“ Another sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself even more. "I-I haven’t been able to sleep or eat o-or do anything without thinking of the two of you. You just- you look so happy together and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings; I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”
You hurriedly wrapped your arms around him as he lost himself in a mantra of “sorry”’s, letting him cry into your shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. You gently combed your hand through his hair as his nails dug into your back. His body was pressed impossibly close to yours as he tried to return to a normal breathing pattern. Once he had finally been able to do so, you softly pushed him back by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes. A small sniffle escaped him as you delicately cupped his face in your hands.
"Seungcheol, honey, look at me.“ You gave him a minute to fully collect his thoughts before he opened his eyes to lock with yours. The soft and caring look you gave him almost sent him into another crying fit; thankfully he didn’t have the energy for that right now. "There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel- there are plenty of people that feel the exact same way. I mean come on, there are so many beautiful people on the planet, do you really think everybody is only attracted to one?” He let out a small chuckle, looking down to the floor as he wiped a few of the tears from his face.
"Heh, yeah I suppose you’re right.“
"Hey,” you said, lifting his chin so he locked eyes with you again, “I’m glad you told me. Even if I did have to force it out of you.” You both laughed at your comment before a brief silence passed. Seungcheol silently opened his arms and you immediately dove into his arms with a smile.
"…thanks for not freaking out.“ You nuzzled up into his cheek that he rested against your head.
"No problem. Just- don’t keep things like this from me again, alright?” Seungcheol hugged you tighter.
"I won’t, I promise.“
The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, melting in the comfort of the other’s embrace before you pulled away as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You let out a small laugh at the notification.
Puppy
Is everything alright in there??
Puppy
I don’t wanna be rude but it’s not getting any warmer out here >:(
"Cheolie, is it alright with you if I give Mingyu a quick rundown of the situation before coming back in with him so you can talk things out with him?” A smile bloomed on his tear stained face at the familiar nickname.
"Yeah yeah that’s- wait, is he outside right now?“
"Yeah, he said he wanted to be able to talk with you without the others around so you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable so he just waited outside in my car. Which apparently isn’t good enough for him cause he’s complaining about it being cold.” You said with another giggle. “Alright, I’ll be back in just a moment.” With a quick pat on his knee you jumped up and jogged out the door, letting the wide smile you had been bottling up spread across your face. You had a small spring in your step as your brain ran wild with all the possible outcomes of Seungcheol’s confession.
Ever since Seungcheol started avoiding you (and long before that if you were being honest with yourself), you had started to rethink your feelings for the charming man. You had always found him attractive and couldn’t deny that the way he laughed made your heart flutter the tiniest bit but after Mingyu had confessed you had assumed those feelings would go away. Surprise surprise, they didn’t. When you had finally decided to bring it up to Mingyu a few days after the night you three had spent together, you were relieved to discover that he felt the same way. It had been a little awkward for a while but a quick google search let you know that you weren’t alone in these feelings. After sharing this information with your boyfriend you talked about what this could mean for your relationship, both of you coming to the conclusion that it was at least worth asking the other man to join you guys as a throuple. Of course right after this discovery was when Seungcheol started to ignore you. Hopefully now that you’d settled that issue you’d be able to bring it up.
Mingyu saw the dopey smile on your face as you approached the car, giggling at the way you skipped to your side. The joyful sound was muffled as you pressed your lips to his the second you could reach them. A small giggle left your lips as you pulled away, seeing that your boyfriend now mirrored your expression.
"What’s got you in such a good mood, what’d he say?“ You couldn’t help the squeal you let out as you excitedly tapped on Mingyu’s leg with both your hands in a drumroll type motion. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself down before telling him.
"Okay okay so- long story short, he likes us! Both of us! ROMANTICALLY!” Mingyu’s jaw fell open as his eyes opened comically wide.
"NO WAY!“
"YES WAY! He said that he was just confused about his feelings and didn’t know what to do so he started avoiding us!” Mingyu went slack in his seat, an overjoyed expression slowly taking over his dumbfounded one. Caught up in his emotions, all your giant puppy of a boyfriend could do was pepper your face with a million kisses. When the two of you finally calmed down, you looked each other in the eyes with so much love it would give any onlooker cavities.
"Are we really about to do this?“ You were almost certain that your face was gonna be sore tomorrow from how much you were smiling.
"I think we are.” You shared one last kiss before jogging walking to the practice room where Seungcheol was waiting.
The longer you took, the more anxious Seungcheol grew. What if Mingyu wasn’t as accepting of these feelings? What if he starts to think Seungcheol will try to steal his girlfriend and start shielding him from you? The longer the leader sat in the quiet room with nothing but his thoughts, the more he started to regret telling you. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of the door practically flying off its hinges with how forcefully it was pushed open.
"Sorry! Sorry I- I didn’t realize how hard I pushed it, heh.“ Seungcheol stared wide eyed at Mingyu as the boy sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, from the loud noise or the younger boy’s cuteness he couldn’t tell. After a few seconds of silence, Mingyu cleared his throat. "Sooo… is it true then? You like both of us?” Seungcheol tensed as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room.
"Uh- y-yeah. That’s not too weird, is it? I don’t want things to get awkward because of this. I just-“ he took a deep breath, "I just want things to go back to normal now that I’ve gotten this off my chest.” There was a moment of silence.
"…what if I don’t want it to go back to normal?“ Seungcheol was sure that his heart stopped at the younger’s confession, every worst possible scenario flooding his mind. He snapped his head up to see that Mingyu had seated himself directly in front of him while you were leaning on the door frame, a soft smile on both of your faces.
"W-what?"
"Well~, we’ve been talking about this for a while now,” you started, pushing yourself from the doorframe to walk to where the boys were sitting, “and we were wondering, if you’re okay with it, if you would like to join our relationship. As our boyfriend.” Seungcheol sat there for a few seconds, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he processed your words. Suddenly a small, sad excuse for a laugh broke the silence.
"You guys don’t have to do all this just to make me feel better. Seriously, I-I’ll be fine.“ You and Mingyu shared a look before he leaned closer, gently cupping the older boy’s face in his hands.
"Seungcheol, we’re serious. I really like you- we really like you, and we want you to be with us. You don’t have to right now if you still need time to sort through and understand your feelings, but we’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” Seeing the overflowing amount of love in the younger’s expression made tears well up in his eyes again. A small sob left him before almost tackling the boy in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him as hard as he could. You laughed at Mingyu’s wide-eyed expression before he calmed down and started to return his kiss. They both had to catch their breath when they pulled apart, resting against each other’s foreheads as Mingyu laced his fingers with Seungcheol’s.
"Soooo, I’m guessing that’s a yes?“ The leader chuckled, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He was barely able to mutter a small "yes” before you tackled him in a kiss. A waterfall of giggles left him as you pulled him up so he was sitting in between you and Mingyu so the both of you could pepper his face in kisses. This had not been the outcome he had been expecting but he couldn’t be happier as he was showered with all the love he deserved from both of his partners.
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.
(A/N is posted separately!! Check it out if you have time and some behind the scenes action :3)
[2:21 am]
“It’s you,” he smiled.
“It’s me,” you giggled.
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.
Proud (k.sy)
genre: fluffy + some angst
pairing: Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung) x gn!reader
word count: ~980
summary: comfort and confrontation
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
Soonyoung snuggled closer to you, his head laying on your stomach as your fingers softly threaded through his silver locks, his light snores signaling that he had fallen asleep. You looked down at your boyfriend, a smile gracing your features, your heart drumming in your chest. He still managed to make your heart race despite the years you spent together.
You continued to comb through his hair, thinking how peaceful he looked at this moment. Soonyoung had been busy with promotions for the comeback and his solo that the two of you rarely had time together. You let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy.
You grew to love Soonyoung. From his hardworking demeanor to accepting his stubbornness when insisting that he had to work harder. As much as you admired him for being able to take on so much and to come successful, you couldn’t help but worry about him from time to time.
Like Jihoon, he would push himself to give his all in everything that he did Soonyoung would continue fighting and struggling to get the best results out of the fear of failure; it’s this similarity that makes them so alike.
You shuddered at the thought of the small arguments the two of you had when he would push himself too hard.
You would apologize not that long after, nonetheless. It wasn’t in your intention to stress Soonyoung more than he already was, and he knew that you were doing this because you were worried about his state. It brought the two of you to now, him relaxing in your arms.
You lovingly stared at Soonyoung as you gently traced your fingers down his jaw.
You loved him so much.
It wasn’t fair that he pushed himself so hard like this. You didn’t want him to burn out or to hurt himself in the process of doing something he loved. Even if it proved difficult to convince him to take a nap or even snuggle, it still scared you that he would continue pushing himself to his limit.
You understood that he knew what he was doing and loved every second dancing, finding every second as an opportunity to improve. Yet Soonyoung tended to punish himself when things wouldn’t work out. Whether it be overtime in the studio or even in the gym, you would find him pushing himself until he couldn’t go anymore.
You remembered opening the gym doors to drag Soonyoung home when he suddenly fell from the pull-up bar. You were about to run to him when he slowly pushed himself up, arms trembling from exhaustion, before punching the ground in frustration. You froze, watching his shoulders shake from where you were standing, his quiet sobs hurting you more than you could ever imagine. You remembered how painful it felt to see him in that state, and it didn’t take you that long to rush to his side to wipe away his tears and to take his sweaty body into your arms.
Soonyoung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up to the sound of your sniffling. It took him a few moments to process what was happening before pulling himself up to embrace you, your fingers gently clawing at the sweater he was wearing.
“What happened baby?” he whispered while stroking the back of your head, his voice a bit raspy from waking up.
“I love you so much, you know that right?” you sniffled into his clothes. Even if it was unclear, he was still able to hear you, a smug grin creeping its way onto his face. Soonyoung giggled at you, pulling you from his tear-stained sweater to wipe your eyes.
“You’re crying because you love me?” he teased, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks together; he found you adorable, his grin widening as he saw you pout in his hands.
“Yes, I am,” you pouted, your eyes sore from the tears. You pounced on Soonyoung, knocking him onto his back, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his arms snaking around your waist to keep you in place. The two of you relaxed against each other, allowing the peaceful silence to take over.
“Please take care of yourself Soonyoung,” you mumbled into his neck, knowing he could hear you.
Soonyoung sighed before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair, “I’m sorry Y/n,” he kissed the crown of your head, “I’ll try better for you.”
You looked up at your boyfriend, pushing yourself up to kiss him. Soonyoung kissed back, his hand holding your cheek in place as your lips gently pressed against each other. When you pulled away, you nudged your forehead with his.
You gazed into his eyes, feeling heart race once more, “You are better, Tiger. You are enough,” Soonyoung’s breath got caught in his throat, “You’re enough for me, Soonyoung, and that’s more than I can ask for.”
The two of you sat up again, “I love you so much, Soonyoung,” you caressed his cheek, “you’re everything that I could ask. I’m so proud of you baby,” You wiped the tears falling down his face.
“Your work isn’t going unnoticed, baby, and you’re working so hard. I’m in awe whenever I see you. You’re so bright and burning with creativity and passion,” you wiped another tear before cupping his face so his eyes would meet yours, “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself when things don’t go your way.” Soonyoung buried his face in your chest, his short hiccups muffled by your shirt.
“Everything will work itself out Soonie, you’ve gotten so far and worked too hard for it to not to.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” you whispered to him, Soonyoung’s arms tightening around your waist, “I’m so proud.”
Leaning back in his chair Jeonghan’s fingers carded through his hair before eyeing the letter addressed to you laid.
It mocked him, that folded paper held his innermost feelings that he was never able to tell you. Jeonghan groaned and threw his arms upwards, shaking his fist to the sky, cursing his heart for betraying him. Returning to an upright position, he contemplated whether confessing was worth it or not. His eyes traveled back to the letter. Jeonghan clicked his tongue in annoyance before standing up and swiping the letter and jacket, heading out the door to your apartment.
His face was a fiery red as he made his way to the apartment, the letter slowly getting crumpled in his nervous (and slightly sweaty) palms.
The usually confident and nonchalant Jeonghan was undoubtedly smitten.
Falling (h.js)
~a mini blurb for Joshua~
song used: Regent’s Park by Bruno Major
Joshua gently placed your hand in his as the other sat at the small of your back. It was a standard slow dance position, his eyes twinkling down at yours as the two of you started swaying to Bruno Major’s Reagent’s Park. The soft reverb of the song allowed the two of you to get lost in each other’s eyes, something that rarely happened because of your clashing schedules, but the two of you held each other close, swaying to the song.
He gently spun you around, a bubble of your giggles releasing into the air, him bringing you close to his chest after. There were sickening smiles on your faces as you stared at each other. You gently placed your arms around his neck before burying your face in his chest, feeling it vibrate from his soft laughter. His strong arms wrapped around your torso and planted a lingering kiss on your hair, taking in the comforting scent of your shampoo.
It was a simple two-step dance; the song itself is short, but the nearly 3-minute song felt like forever as the two of you bathed in each other’s presence, something that the two of you haven’t been able to do for a while. You reminisced of the memories of your high school prom, now slow dancing with him in your living room instead of the dingy school gym. Your thoughts faded as he placed his hand on your cheek, wishing to see your face once more, his heart swelling at the sight of you.
And he kissed you.
It was a gentle kiss as if he would break you if he kissed you harder. But it was pure, pure innocence and love, his soft lips brushing against yours before pressing together again. Your hand rested on his as he gently rubbed your cheek; the matching silver bands of love on your fingers glinted in the city lights as he continued to hold you close. He smiled against your lips, soft giggles releasing from the both of you as your noses bumped against each other.
And as he looked at you with his soft eyes once more, you felt yourself falling in love with him once more.
genre: HARD ANGST
pairing: S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x reader
series:Song Fic Series! - If I
word count: 2.3k
WARNINGS:major character death, mentions of blood, hospitalization, and disease.
summary: regret and mourning
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
If the word I said countlessly came true
Seungcheol tirelessly dragged his feet up the hospital stairs, quietly telling himself to stay strong for one more day before entering your hospital room. There wasn’t much to the room you stayed in, it was just as bleak as the others in the building. Yours though had a vase full of vibrant flowers adorning the table beside the guest chair.
A bright smile graced your features at the sight of him. You were sitting upright to get a good look at the view outside of your hospital window before he walked in. Bright rays of sunlight leaked into your room, bathing you in the sun’s warm hug. Your sketchbook lay open on the overbed table, two small aster flowers sitting on the page of a finished sketch of the plant.
Seungcheol gifted you a chaste kiss before placing his belongings next to the vase of flowers and pulled the guest chair to your bed, ready to talk to you about his day. Speckled scars from your IV needle graced the top of your hand, Seungcheol being cautious when taking your hand in his. The shared smiles and faint giggles in this bleak room were more than enough for him; even the quiet conversations and comforting silences were perfect to him, just as long as he was with you.
Seungcheol wanted to pretend that everything was normal. He wanted you to feel normal and happy despite the sudden relapse of your childhood disease. He wanted to pretend that your skin wasn’t losing its color each day that you remained in the hospital or that you weren’t dying and that any day could be your last. He clung to you, childishly, wanting to spend every minute with you.
If I, if I, if I
The to-do list, because I couldn’t do it, its meaning is completely changed
Seungcheol still had his share of responsibilities despite his wishes to stay by your side 24/7. He still had college and a job to pay rent, which he became disinterested in both. A growing number of absences began appearing on Seungcheol’s school record; the frequent warnings from his boss no longer bothered him. He could no longer concentrate on anything other than you, and his life was being affected by it.
Seungcheol would often reminisce about the memories with you outside of the hospital when your paling skin was still its vibrant color and your smile wider and brighter than it is now. Memories where you would drag him to different places that he had never seen or noticed before or experience something new and fun. Seungcheol smiled to himself, remembering how eager and wide-eyed you were to see the world even before the two of you started dating. He was able to experience and come to understand your perspective as an artist. And he admired you for it, your ability to see beauty in everything, even in him.
And within that month where Seungcheol finally managed to ask you out and become his significant other, he was able to experience pure love and adoration from you. It is because of this love he refuses to accept the reality coming between your relationship with him.
There was still so much that he wanted to do and see with you; the different dates and days that he could only envision with you in it would only remain in his imagination. Everything that he had planned out would remain undone ever since you were admitted to the hospital.
Seungcheol’s to-do list no longer consisted of different escapades with you, but only to see you smile every day.
If I, if I, if I
I didn’t want to calculate the widened angle between us
You knew you didn’t have much time left; the doctors informing you that your time is limited, the disease spreading through your body too fast to cure. Your sickness weakened your body each day; it was growing harder to wake up from the worsening fatigue. It was something that you didn’t want to think about or bring up when you were with Seungcheol, despite him being aware of what was to come.
You could tell that your worsening health was taking a toll on him. You were aware that he was ditching classes and that his job position was being threatened. You knew that he wanted to spend all of his time with you and that you did too. You loved him with all that you had to give; he became your everything without realizing it.
You often cried about the thought of dying and leaving everything behind, usually when Seungcheol left for his night shift or those rare times that he was in school (after scolding him). There were times that you despised yourself for causing so much pain to the person you have grown to love. There were nights where you cried, wishing that you were never diagnosed with this cursed disease, that you had a life with no more medication and pain, to repay Seungcheol for all that he has done while you were, hospitalized. You hated being so weak in front of him, sometimes pushing him away even though you wanted him to stay with you. You cried in fear when he was not there with you, selfish tears falling during the night at the thought of him finding someone else to love apart from you.
As the number of days you spent in the hospital rose, the weaker your body became; the pain in your chest from heartbreak and disease became more evident as breathing became difficult day by day.
With a sudden urge to draw you focused your strength into grabbing the pencil laying on the crease of your sketchbook. Everyday actions had grown increasingly difficult with your weakening strength. The pencil felt heavy in your hand, like carrying bricks, and you brought your other to help stabilize your shaking hand. A quiet sob escaping your lips from frustration and anger as the line on the paper scribbled into nothing. The silent clinking of your pencil hitting the ground didn’t make it to your ears as hot tears fell down your face. Your hands fell to your sides, weak and tired from something so simple. A sudden pain struck your chest making your body lurch forward. A violent array of coughs erupted from you; small droplets of blood mixed with your saliva stained the blank pages of the sketchbook. With blurry vision, you continued to fight for air, the quickening noises of the heart monitor dulling into a loud ringing in your ears as fuzzy images of nurses rushed into the room.
Your eyes shifted to the corner of the room where a vase of wilting flowers sat. Its petals splayed on the guest table, brown and limp, some falling like the confetti for their funeral.
If I-
Seungcheol was looking at the bright colors of the flowers behind the shop’s window on his way to you. The colors reminded him of you in a way; the flower’s vibrant petals livened up the dreary afternoon he was experiencing.
It wasn’t the first time he had been in the shop; Seungcheol had been getting flowers for you here since you hospitalized that the employees at the store began to recognize him whenever he came by. Seungcheol purchased a bouquet of chrysanthemums, as recommended by the florist who told him that it symbolized joy and long life, before heading to the hospital to do his daily visit.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, hiding the sun when Seungcheol made it to the hospital entrance. There was a bad feeling in his stomach and the weather was not helping with his growing anxiety. His grip on the flowers tightened as he hurried his way up to the floor your room was on.
Seungcheol felt his stomach drop at the sight of nurses rushing in and out of your room. He slowly staggered to your open door, pushing through some of the nurses crowding the area to get to you.
Visions and images of you came flooding into his mind as he inched closer to the door, his mind imagined your smiling face, smiling for him and him alone, and you that would jump into his arms and press kisses on his face telling him that you had healed. He imagined walking with you, hand in hand, out of this grim place and taking you to the beaches of Jeju, dancing on the shoreline. And he imagined saying his vows to you, dressed up so prettily with his friends and family around the two of you, and seeing his ring sit on your finger forever.
Seungcheol stopped breathing at the sight of your limp hand dangling on the edge of your bed.
Nurses pushed him out of the way in a rush to save you as he stood there, the chaos in the hall filtered out by the loud ringing of the flat line on your heart monitor. The ringing didn’t stop.
I’m late but even now, my eyes and mouth are full of you; A day passes and the regret is too deep- I’m drowning in it
Jihoon had been the one to take Seungcheol out of the hospital. He received a call earlier from the hospital, Jihoon’s number being listed under Seungcheol’s emergency contact papers after your name, telling him to remove Seungcheol from the waiting room.
Jihoon quickly grabbed Seungcheol’s prepped overnight bag and brought him to his apartment complex. The tight-lipped man didn’t want his friend to be by himself, so he welcomed Seungcheol to stay with him until he was stable enough to be on his own.
Seungcheol felt himself drifting. His head and heart felt empty as if he were floating in space, drifting aimlessly forever without anywhere to go.
Nothing felt real to him anymore; he would often think that he was stuck in the void that your passing had created in his head.
There were times where he would close the world out, where everything would turn black. And suddenly, you would appear, your skin returned to its glowing and natural color, your smile would be shining as it always did whenever he saw you, and your hand would take him, so warm and alive, pulling him into the embrace that he craved and begged so much to have one last time.
His eyes filled to the brim with tears for you, soft broken whimpers of your name escaping his mouth during the night that Jihoon would hear through the thin bedroom walls of the guest room while working. Jihoon could only hang his head in shame, praying for his friend to find peace with your passing.
Seungcheol felt like he was drowning, regret building inside of him. His hopes and dreams that he wished to fulfill with you suffocated him.
If I could have given you the proper support…
If I could have given you that last kiss…
If I could have given you that last ‘I love you’…
If I could still have time.
I’ll do whatever to love you again.
~
Where you going, where are you going
Why do I feel my grip loosening
My fist holding onto the edge of your clothes
Why am I losing strength
Our path, our promise to be together
Is already thwarted and you walk away
Turning your back on me
It reduces to a single dot
It’s too empty outside of that interest
I hope that that dot
Comes back before me and turns into you
If I could
If I could
If I could
I’ll do whatever
…
Seungcheol stands in front of your grave years after your death, a fresh aster flower in his hand as he reminisces on the memories the two of you shared in your younger years. These memories that could only bring him sadness in the past made him smile, time allowing his wound of you to heal in his heart. The thoughts of “what could have been” were able to fade with time as well.
Sometimes though, a few tears would escape. Seungcheol let out a sniffle, a dopey smile gracing his features as he apologized to you. He gently placed the flower on your headstone, his fingers tracing the grooves of your carved name on the stone as he did every time he visited you. He let his hand linger just a bit longer on your grave as he longed silently, hoping his prayers get to you. A ring of love adorned his ring finger as the rays of the sun bounced off the metal. Seungcheol’s face now with visible signs of age, smiled once more at your grave, whispering the words he wished he could have said to you before your passing,
“I’ll love you forever my flower.”
If we can walk this path together again
I want to hold your hands and give you warmth
If I hold your cheeks with warmed hands
Will you smile again for me?
Then let’s do.
If I
genre: heart sickening fluff
pairing: DK (lee seokmin) x reader
series:Song Fic Series! - Pretty U
word count: 1.6k
summary: seokmin builds up courage to ask you something
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
He smiled brighter than the sun and he gave you all that you wanted. Seokmin was the living sun in your life and you couldn’t ask for more. And when he sang- you can feel your heart explode. He made you feel full, your heart swelling in the love that he gave you and the radiating smiles from him were more than enough for you to last a lifetime.
You took my heart and attracted my eyes… I want to show you myself without hiding anything
Running through the rain with him or tackling him into a cuddle, laughter can only be heard from the two of you. Giggles and bright smiles shining from the both of you, breathless kisses being shared until broken by fits of laughter.
Seokmin sometimes felt the need to run down the streets and declare his love for you to let the whole neighborhood know how much love his heart felt for you. His tears no longer had to be hidden from the world, his fears and secrets were now told to you as yours told to him. You trusted each other and came to learn and love each other’s quirks and ticks. You were there for each other and loved each other fully.
I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you
Breathless kisses, flowery smiles, and heart sickening gazes to each other, the boys hated every second the two of you were together but were overjoyed to their friend to find and receive the sunshine that he always gave to others.
It’s breathtaking to see how much the two of you loved each other. Shared laughter, nose kisses, his sharp nose poking your eye, there was so much to say, too many words to describe your relationship.
I can’t take it no more; I’ve got something to say,
Now Seokmin was aware that the two of you have been dating for years now. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, but a question had lingered in his mind since the day you moved in with him.
Seokmin looked over to your beautiful figure who was simply watering the happy house plants the two of you kept inside the apartment together. He smiled brightly; Seokmin was absolutely smitten for you.
You felt his eyes on your back and you smiled gleefully before shooting him a closed eye grin at him before giggling. Serotonin was flowing throughout your body as you waddled over to where Seokmin was sitting after giving the last plant some water for the day. Placing down the mini watering can, you snuggled up to your boyfriend resting your head on his chest a wide smile blooming on both of your faces as you looked up at him. Seokmin leaned down and softly touched noses with you, soft giggles erupting from your chests at the contact.
Seokmin looked at you with heart eyes, admiring how your eyes sparkled at that moment, soaking up the energy and happiness radiating from you. He raised his hand to smoothen out the stray hairs, to which you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment the two of you were sharing. Seokmin planted a warm kiss on your forehead, before squeezing you closer to him. His question to you grew louder inside his head.
I can’t take it no more; right now, I’m gonna try
Seokmin’s chest tightened while he was walking down the city streets with you, hand in hand. His eyes lingering on a certain jewelry store as the two of you window shopped. You bathed in the Seoul sunlight, Seokmin watching you lovingly for seeing the happiness and good in everything and everyone.
While trying on hats with him and taking silly photos in the department mirrors, he couldn’t help but to cradle your face in his hands. Seokmin softly squished your cheeks together, a scrunched smile making its way onto your face causing the both of you to giggle. The two of you recreated the scene with both your phones in hand, your matching phone wallpapers came to be.
The two of you still went on dates like this even after years of being in a relationship together. Dates to the arcade or just a walk in the park was enough for the two of you. You made each other happy no matter what, each day bringing a new and precious memory to remember.
Seokmin turned to you who was gazing into the sunset, the two of you seated on a bench in the park. He was enraptured in your beauty, a taut blush forming on his face when he thought to himself that he would live to do this with you forever. His grip on your hand was firm when his question pounded in his head once more.
I can’t take it no more; I was about to write a letter
Seokmin sat silently at your dining table, a piece of paper and an open pen taunting him. The written ink on the paper stared back at him while he read over the words his heart spilled out. He felt his face heat up when reading over the question that he’d been wanting to ask you for a while now. The words teased him, Seokmin felt like a coward. Why couldn’t he just tell you already?
The door to the apartment opened, Seokmin scrambling to hide the paper as quick as possible. You sluggishly walked inside, your work bag in hand and a tired expression morphing into a smile at the sight of Seokmin and a meal waiting for you next to him. You gave Seokmin a greeting peck before hurrying your way to wash up, excited for the meal on the table.
Seokmin exhaled the breath he was holding and slowly took out the now crumpled paper out of his cardigan’s sleeve. A sigh escaped from him once he saw the fresh ink ruin the rest of the words on the page. Seokmin didn’t want to present the messy letter to you, he wanted it to be perfect just as the way he saw you. Seokmin shoved the destroyed letter into his pocket and waited patiently for you to join him at the table.
His question will have to wait for now.
I can’t take it no more; I can’t stand it
Seokmin found himself staring at you one night, the way how even in the night you were still so beautiful to him. He felt his heart swell in the love he held for you as he pulled your sleeping self closer to him. He stroked your hair, a soothing reagent which Seokmin grew to love doing to you. A smile appearing on his face when you snuggled deeper into his chest after the action.
Seokmin couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like you in a life like his. The both of you worked so hard to get where you were and above it all, you still loved each other with the same heart from when you started dating. Seokmin felt loved by you, his light, that he found himself holding back tears. He felt his chest tighten for the nth time that night, his question was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.
Beautiful words like the lines in a movie
Seokmin smiled a bright smile at you as the two of you danced barefoot to the ballads of your time that were playing on your Bluetooth radio. He spun you around slowly, your clumsy feet not used to dancing with a partner. But even if you were to stumble, Seokmin was sure to catch you not caring how many times you softly stepped on his toes. The two of you laughed and waltzed all night in your apartment.
The words I’ve prepared overnight for days
Seokmin tucked a single daisy behind your ear before pulling you down to lay with him on the spread blanket. He cracked jokes at the different cloud shapes he spotted, enjoying how your laugh tickled his ears. The daisy flower crown you made for him sat on his head, Seokmin who sat in awe while your nimble fingers created it, wore it proudly with a smile on his face. The two of you continued to cloud watch and bathe in the sunlight of another beautiful day you spent together.
I want to say them to you tomorrow with my clenched fists
Seokmin leaned against your chest while sitting in between your legs with his arms around your torso. He listened to your steady heartbeat and relaxed to your touch as you stroked his hair, trying to help him fall asleep. Seokmin’s breathing leveled and his inner peace was restored, his racing thoughts were no longer running, and his heartrate slowed to match yours. His ears perked up to listen to you hum one of the ballads that the two of you danced to a few nights before, one that quickly became your shared favorite. Seokmin felt at peace with you, the courage needed to ask his question was filled.
You are pretty.
Seokmin stood in front of you in the park the two of you watched the sunset in and handed you your last 13th daisy, the other twelve handed out by his friends who helped him with his plan.
And with one shaky breath and you nearly in tears, he dropped down to his knee and revealed a hidden ring to you, finally asking you the question he’s been thinking about the whole time.
“Will you marry me?”
genre: flomf + a smudge of angst
pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader
series:Song Fic Series! - Run to You
word count: 3.8k
summary: childhood friends should never be separated
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, and he was completely aware that his actions were stupid and insanely spontaneous. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination.
You and Wonwoo lived in nearby neighborhoods since primary school in Changwon, his hometown. The two of you got along as quiet children; you understood each other. Your worlds were filled with wonder and imagination. Your precious innocence and childhood memories revolved around each other. The two of you didn’t see a problem with spending so much time together; even as the two of you entered high school, you found time for each other despite having different schedules. The two of you always tried your hardest to find time to walk home together. It didn’t matter that the other kids would poke and prod at you to start dating or tease you for spending so much time together; you were a pair and were precious to each other.
As the end of senior year of high school neared, thoughts on colleges and universities to apply were common. Wonwoo wanted to get out of the town and see the city, he craved the excitement that his hometown lacked, but you wanted to stay in Changwon because of its familiarity and the fear of becoming homesick. And when Wonwoo finally broke the news that he had been accepted to Seoul National University, you didn’t know how to react.
Your best friend made it to a great school, and you should be happy for him, but it was your best friend who would be separated from you after 18 years of staying side by side.
The two of you sat in silence after Wonwoo spoke, the slight squeaking of the rusting swing set the two of you sat on being the only audible noise. The swing set resided in a park you and Wonwoo frequented since you were young, it being the halfway point between your neighborhoods. Going here would be your sacred spot for years in your friendship; the most complicated talks would take place here, this being one of them. As your mind filled with clashing thoughts, some of your hidden feelings for the boy were pushing you to beg him to stay. Wonwoo waited for you to process the information he suddenly pushed onto you. He shifted his eyes to you to see how you were coping; he knew it was going to be hard for the both of you to be so far from each other; Seoul being on the other side of South Korea, from Changwon. It scared him to be away from his family, but he wanted to seize the moment, but he wanted to know if you would be alright with his absence.
Wonwoo silently intertwined his cold fingers with yours, a habit that the two of you unconsciously did when in need of comfort; or whenever his hands lacked warmth. Your hands were still so small and warm in his, something that he found comical since you were kids. But now, as growing young adults, the both of you knew that fate was bound to tear the two of you apart sooner or later. With lacklustre enthusiasm, you looked at Wonwoo with glassy eyes and a painful smile, giving a soft squeeze to give him more warmth.
“I’m happy for you.”
Jeon Wonwoo is no idiot. He knew that his departure to Seoul would significantly affect the both of you. The day of his departure finally arrived. He said goodbyes to family, and the two of you found yourself sitting side by side at the train platform, waiting for his train. The wait was silent for the most part, you had cried to yourself the night leading up to this day, and you were not expecting to fight your tears again today as you sat with him for the last time in a while. Without looking at him, you quietly reached for his hand and warmed it in yours. Wonwoo allowed your actions and silently watched you, a growing pit of sadness built inside him as your grip on his hand tightened with the whistle of the approaching train. It was time for him to leave.
The two of you stood up and looked at each other one last time. Your tears were flowing out now, causing Wonwoo to chuckle at you (even as you softly hit his chest) and wiped them away. You pulled him into a tight hug, the two of you pouring out your feelings into it, your tears staining his jacket and your hands clutching the fabric. The two of you gripped onto each other for the last time until the train’s doors opened. His hands slid down to your hand one last time as the two of you gave one last squeeze. And as his fingers slipped away from your warmth, he felt his heart clench at the sight of you standing alone on the platform crying. With a heavy heart and an unfamiliar feeling in his heart, Wonwoo boarded the train to Seoul with his luggage in hand.
~
It had only been a few days since Wonwoo left his hometown when he received a letter from you. You had mailed it in a decorated envelope that came in a hefty pack that you had bought from the stationary store near your school. Wonwoo recognized the envelope design and chuckled to himself, remembering how excited you got when he bought it for you. However, when he called you about the letter, you refused to speak about it and told him if he wanted to say anything, he would have to write back.
In your letter, you spoke about how life was doing in your hometown and about how it felt different without him there. You talked about his family and how you were preparing for the upcoming year at Changwon National University. You stated your purpose of the letter, explaining that although it is cliché, you claimed a warmth that one could feel when receiving a handwritten letter from someone close to you. Wonwoo let out a chuckle, humored to see your familiar behavior even when written out.
Wonwoo wrote back to you the same day and happily mailed it at the post office near his dorm. And without knowing it, he would excitedly wait for your next letter to arrive and would internally scream whenever a decorated envelope would sit in his mailbox. As the year progressed, the pile of letters from you grew. Wonwoo kept them in a small box on his desk and would read them over whenever he missed you or home. Polaroids from back home that you sent to him in each letter were taped onto his wall; a certain polaroid of you smiling with a lollipop stuck in your hair was hidden in his phone case. He found comfort in having your photo back there; he had a piece of you with him all the time, plus it was his favorite out of all the pictures of you.
His Uni friends were aware of your presence and how important you were to him. Wonwoo’s roommate, Seungcheol, would tease him often about you because the speckled man would close himself from the world until he finished the letter. Seungcheol didn’t mind, though; he found it cute how whipped Wonwoo was for the girl in the letters. Plus, you had sent Wonwoo’s roommate a lollipop in compensation for having to deal with him, so Seungcheol thought nicely of you. The rest of the 11 men Wonwoo befriended would poke and prod him about “his girl back home.” Which he would deny despite his quickening heart rate when speaking to you on the phone or through letters.
As school got increasingly difficult and the work began to pile up for the both of you, the letters stopped for a while after a mutual understanding that your lives were getting busy. Wonwoo had sent the last letter, which meant that he had to wait for you to send a response to continue the chain. Throughout the break, Wonwoo would continue to deny any claim that prompted him to miss the letters from you. He always had his phone to contact you whenever he wanted to. Despite him waving off his friends’ comments, there was a large part of him that longed to see another one of your decorated envelopes sitting inside his mailbox. There was something heartwarming about receiving letters because it took time to make and deliver. Letters took time out of your day, and he could tell that you wrote in detail, fearful of missing a detail that would have to wait for the following letter.
Now, Jeon Wonwoo is not an idiot. He always took into mind what his friends thought about him and would reflect on his day to find ways to improve himself. One particular day was filled with his friends’ teasing had brought Wonwoo to question if he held secret feelings for you that he was unaware about. His thoughts were brought back to when the two of you were still children, racing each other to school or just simply playing in the park that the two of you would frequently return to even as you grew older. Wonwoo even remembered attending the annual cherry blossom festival with you multiple times, your families attending every so often. However, it was you who would push him to attend. One particular festival, however, he remembered holding your hand while walking under the falling cherry blossoms. As if he were put into a trance, he watched you in awe as you pulled him through the hallway of falling petals. Wonwoo furiously shook his head in embarrassment while laying down in his bed that night.
He only saw you as some childhood friend… right?
Wonwoo shivered and tightly wrapped himself in his blanket; his hands were freezing. He tossed around on his bed to rid his thoughts of you for the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to him, his longing thoughts of you would continue on for the rest of the week. He would space out so often that his friends would call him out for it, noticing an unusual difference in school performance and behavior. One of his friends, Minghao, even noticed that he would be holding his phone to rub the back of his case, to which he texted Wonwoo with concern afterwards. Wonwoo couldn’t understand why he was acting like this either. Everything that he looked at reminded him of you; even his side of the dorm had remnants of you. From the stickers you secretly super-glued onto his laptop to the blanket you gave him that was sitting on his bed. He was sick of it.
“Maybe I’m just homesick,” he would try telling himself.
It wasn’t until he saw a particular decorated envelope sitting in his mailbox that he felt his heart rate rise at a spectacular rate as he giddily sped into the dorm room. Seungcheol was sleeping on his bed when he entered, his light snores filling up the silence in the room.
Wonwoo dropped the rest of the mail on the coffee table and jumped onto his bed, ripping open the envelope to see what you had to offer this time. To his surprise, there were no polaroids but instead, a small cherry blossom petal encased in tape. Confused, Wonwoo took out the letter to read why you had changed the usual trinket.
Your letter this time described your most precious memories together, from just sitting on the swings of your childhood park near your houses and eating whatever snack you had to chew on, to the fond memories that the two of you had shared from the cherry blossom festivals that you would drag Wonwoo to. In the letter, you told him that the sealed flower petal was from one of the festivals that the two of you had attended. It went on to apologize for the long wait for the letter and that it wouldn’t happen again. There was a small space of hesitation in the letter. The letter abruptly closed after the apology and written in a small font was an instruction to call you before reading the letter.
There was something important that you wanted to discuss with him, you wrote.
Wonwoo felt nervous; he gently closed the letter and grabbed his phone. He glanced at his snoring roommate before getting up and leaving the dorm room, the taped flower petal in his hand. Wonwoo made his way up to the rooftop, a quieter place to have a phone call with you and he wouldn’t disturb Seungcheol, before clicking on your contact, every ring making his stomach sink deeper.
“Hello?”
Wonwoo unconsciously smiled before greeting you back; he had forgotten how pleasant your voice sounded. The two of you caught up for a while before asking why he had called. Wonwoo hesitated and began to fiddle with the petal in his pocket. He proceeded to tell you that he received your most recent letter and your direction to call him. Wonwoo let out a small laugh while telling you how unique the taped petal was, bringing it out of his pocket to observe it. There was a moment of silence on your end, the feeling of dread returning to Wonwoo’s stomach. You made an unintelligible noise before groaning out that there was something important that you needed to tell him. Wonwoo’s grip on the petal tightened.
“I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
~
Seungcheol could tell something was wrong. When he got ready to leave the dorm to his job, Wonwoo quietly slinked into their shared unit and laid face flat on his bed. Seungcheol called out to him and asked if he was okay only to receive a muffled groan in response. He didn’t want to leave his roommate like this, but his boss would kill him if he were late again. With a heavy sigh, Seungcheol left the dorm, shouting to Wonwoo to eat something before he gets home.
As soon as the door closed, Wonwoo turned his head to get air and pulled out the petal from his pocket. Your words were still ringing in his ear and the way you abruptly hung up after telling him that the feelings didn’t have to be mutual. His thoughts were in turmoil, did he like you that way?
Wonwoo’s hands felt cold again, he pulled his sleeves over them.
For the next few days Wonwoo was even more out of his normal self and his friends were completely aware of it. They were weary on approaching him about it though, Wonwoo wasn’t the type to speak about his feelings to them. They could tell that he would be thinking about it too, his cheeks would turn the slightest bit of pink whenever he would space out, a mumbled “she likes me” escaping him once. He couldn’t not think about you, you were everywhere to him. It was similar to when he missed your letters but enhanced because of your confession. Wonwoo would space out more often than usual, enough for the boys to actually become annoyed at him. When his studies were being affected by this though, Seungcheol decided to step in and talk to him once and for all.
It had been five days since your call and there was a small yet growing pile of missing assignments from Wonwoo’s classes. Seungcheol opened the door to the dorm and found Wonwoo quickly shoving the box of letters behind him. Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at Wonwoo and shifted his eyes to look at the taped petal on his roommate’s bed, which Wonwoo immediately covered with his hand. Seungcheol let out a tired sigh and took a seat on his own bed across Wonwoo’s, giving him a serious look.
“You and I both know that you like her,” he started, Wonwoo couldn’t look at his older roommate. “I don’t know when you’re going to accept it but we both know that this,” Seungcheol motioned towards the scattered papers on Wonwoo’s desk, “won’t end unless you finally make up your mind.”
Seungcheol stood up from his bed, “Don’t think I don’t see you rereading her letters or that I didn’t see you hide her photo behind your phone,” Wonwoo froze, “you’ve got it bad man, everyone sees it except you.” Seungcheol then left the dorm, mentioning something about joining him and Jeonghan once he gets himself together.
Wonwoo continued to think about his feelings for you through the night, his roommate’s smack of reality helped him concentrate a bit better. It was Sunday, and Wonwoo was trying to complete his missing assignments from before. Wonwoo groaned in frustration and slammed his pencil down onto the unfinished calculus homework. He shifted his eyes to his phone, his heart beating a bit faster when the thought of him calling you crossed his mind. Wonwoo peeled his phone case off and cradled the small polaroid of you in his hand, his thumb rubbing over your face in the photograph and smiling as he saw the stuck lollipop in your hair. Wonwoo then reached for taped petal sitting on his bare phone; he had been hiding it there with your photograph to keep it safe. Wonwoo felt his face warm, your words ringing in his ear once more as his heart raced.
He did love you after all.
Something inside Wonwoo snapped. He got up quickly and took a look at the window, the sun was about to set. Wonwoo hurriedly shoved your photo and the petal into his pocket, grabbed his phone and wallet, and hastily toppled his books standing on top of your box of letters. With that in hand, he ran to the train station, purchased a ticket, and hopped on a train going straight to Changwon station.
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, the lampposts outside illuminating the dark land beyond. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination. It was a two-hour trip by bullet train, he didn’t care that he spent so much money on a ticket, Wonwoo needed to see you.
He sent a quick text to Seungcheol that he was alive and was going somewhere for the night and turned off his ringer, he knew he was going to receive a horrible scolding for this once he got back but he focused more on the task in hand. Wonwoo clenched his cold fingers to get the warmth that he lacked, and carefully took out your photo and the petal he had carelessly shoved inside his pocket. The laminated petal was doing well, and your photo was crumpled now from his running, his fingers smoothing out the creases on the photograph before rubbing his thumb on your printed face.
The train’s chime woke Wonwoo up, the doors of the train slowly opening. Wonwoo shook himself awake and grabbed his belongings before making his way out. He was immediately hit with nostalgia as soon as he stepped out of the train.
The station looked the same as it always did. Wonwoo’s heart clenching at the sight of the seats the two of you sat on the day of his departure. He looked at his phone to check the time only to be met with a black screen; his phone had died.
As panic started to settle inside Wonwoo, he had a running start out of the station to your house, the street lampposts lighting his way through the familiar streets from your childhood. Memories floated around him, each and every spot in this town had a memory of you in it. From the races to school in the mornings, to buying you those envelopes you loved at the stationary store near your houses, and eating snacks at the park late at night, Wonwoo found himself standing in front of your house holding your box of letters in his arm.
Your room’s light was on and he felt his heart soar. He was here. He continuously knocked on the door, his heartbeat growing faster and faster as he heard your footsteps grow louder.
And there you were. Clad in a stolen shirt of his from high school, shorts, and a pair of fuzzy socks, you were as beautiful as he had left you.
You jumped into his arms, him dropping the box of letters to catch you and latch his arms around you. You disregarded all your feelings and tears you released for the past few days, all the anger and stress were being relieved being in his arms, you buried your face into his shoulder as he lifted you off the ground. Your best friend was home.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened, tears resurfacing once more. Did you hear that right? Wonwoo held you close to him as he whispered in your ear.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”
You leaned back to see his reddened face illuminated by the street lampposts and let out a happy laugh as tears ran down your face.
“You came all this way just to tell me that?”
You giggled out as he softly kissed your forehead, a soft blush rising up your neck.
“No matter the distance, I’ll always run to you if it means I can tell you that I love you.”
A bright smile appeared on your face before burying it in his chest and interlocking fingers with his.
And suddenly, Wonwoo’s hands didn’t feel cold anymore.
~
Turns out, that petal you sent to him was from the festival that you realized that you were in love with your best friend. Wonwoo teased you, laying on your bed that Monday morning. You explained that if he didn’t hold the same feelings as you did then you would rather let go of the petal than to hold onto it.
Wonwoo looked at you with sincere eyes, interlacing his cold hands with yours to get you to look at him. He sat up and pulled you up with him, him placing a soft kiss on your lips as you got up. The two of you smiled at each other, sharing another kiss.
His and your box of letters sitting next to each other on your desk, Wonwoo never felt warmer with you here.
~
Then I can find you, who cares if it’s a bit far?
I’ll follow the line that connects us two
When you said you engraved my name in your heart
Remember why my eyes grew so big
Right now, you and I, we both need the same thing
But I don’t have it so let’s meet again later
Please be well until I get there
I’m going to run to you
♡ fluff | ✩ angst | ♪ personal favorite
Song Fic Series
S.Coups (c.sc)
♡ My Dawn | sfs
✩Flower | sfs (currently down for editing)
Jeonghan (y.jh)
♡ Red | blurb
Joshua (h.js)
♡ Falling | blurb
Hoshi (k.sy)
♡ ✩ Proud | oneshot
Wonwoo (j.ww)
♡ Letters to You | sfs
Woozi (l.jh)
♡ ✩ ♪To Feel Love | sfs
DK (l.sm)
♡ Daisy | sfs
Seungkwan (b.sk)
Vernon (h.vc)
♡ Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake | oneshot
genre: fluffity fluff (and a smudge of angst)
pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader
series:Song Fic Series!-Our Dawn is Hotter Than Day
word count: ~800
summary: a scenic beach walk with a child your man (no but seriously I’m insanely soft please hug him)
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
Seungcheol carefully closed the door of the shared bedroom, making sure none of the boys woke up from the sound of the creaking door.
6:47 AM the digital clock read, as the excited boy shuffled his way out of the beach house to you.
You silently waited for him in a summer dress and cardigan, one hand on the house’s gate to the beach and a flashlight in the other. A bright smile made its way to your face when you saw Seungcheol close the door to the house clad in a bomber jacket and white shorts and a matching bucket hat. A water bottle and second flashlight in his pocket, along with a blanket tucked under his arm. A gummy smile meeting yours as he bounded towards you, clasping hands with yours before heading out to the empty beach.
The night was still evident, some stars still shining in the dark sky. The moon was slowly descending and was getting ready to welcome the brilliant light of the sun.
With your flashlights acting as your only light source, the two of you spread the blanket that Seungcheol had brought with him and settled down on it, your hands in each other’s as the two of you watched the stars slowly move, side by side. You pointed out some of the constellations that you remembered and while he jokingly made jagged shapes out of the stars.
You snuggled into his side taking in the familiar smell of his cologne and the salt from the sea. A sigh escaped from him as he wrapped an arm around you, his other hand holding onto your free hand. He continued to stargaze, looking deeper into the night wondering how in the world he gained someone as precious as you. It almost brings him to tears how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone who remained by his side no matter what happened, through thick and thin, and someone who comforted him whenever he felt anxious.
You were always there to hold him when he needed you the most.
The sky’s blue became more evident, the night slowly fading into day.
Seungcheol felt your thumb softly rubbing against his, bringing him back to reality. He twisted his head a bit to bury his nose in your hair and left a kiss there. You nuzzled into his side one last time before looking up at him and watched a bright smile appear after cupping your face and leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes rivalled the stars, your smile brighter than the moonlight at midnight, he thought quietly to himself as he gazed down at you with loving eyes. You then sat up and leaned towards him, lightly pressing your foreheads against each other. Seungcheol slowly sat up, an arm secure around your waist so your touching foreheads didn’t part, as the two of you closed your eyes and enjoyed the present, each other’s presence, and the sound of the waves crashing on the surface.
His long eyelashes tickled your cheek and you giggled, the both of you opening your eyes to look each other with starry filled eyes. You pressed a quick peck on his lips. And before he could even pout for more, you shot up from your seat on the blanket and playfully ran away from him. A wide grin stretched Seungcheol’s face, a small chuckle escaping him before playfully yelling while running towards you.
The sun began to peek out of the horizon.
His laughs increased as the distance between the two of you decreased. You ran where the sand and water met, squealing as he closed in on you. The sound of splashing water was louder now, you released a loud squeal as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body from behind, his burly laugh bringing you to release a string of laughter as well. A faint heart with both of your initials inside engraved in the sand near your feet was being washed away slowly by the sea.
Seungcheol held you tightly against his chest and placed a quick peck on your neck as the two of you swayed in place. Your back against his chest, hearts beating in sync, the feeling the sea’s waves softly tickling your feet.
The two of you watched as the sun rise out of the horizon together.
A new dawn,
A new memory,
A new adventure,
With you.
Our dawn is hotter than day
~
When everyone’s asleep
It’s so beautiful
Your smile resembles the moonlight
Your wave-like laughter brightens the night
And tickles my ears
…
The faraway light Becomes our memory
Under the overflowing waves
We leave our letters Engraving our names…
Our dawn is hotter than day
Till morning comes.
genre: fluffy
pairing: dad!vernon x reader
word count: 1k
summary: vernon’s child being daddy’s little girl ;;
author’s notes: posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
Vernon’s smile never went away whenever he saw his daughter, Haneul. He sat in front of her crib cooing at his baby, wiggling his fingers in front of her face with a bright smile as she delightfully garbled at the moving object. Vernon felt his heart swell as her tiny hand wrapped around his pinky finger, a squeal emitting from Haneul in glee for catching his hand. There were two gummy smiles when you entered the room with a bowl of chopped up strawberries for Haneul.
“Haneul~ Do you want strawberries?” you say in a sing-song voice while taking a seat on the floor next to your husband. Vernon carefully took her out of the crib and placed her down next to him. Haneul took this opportunity to crawl around the living room area, Vernon watching her with a bright smile on his face.
Haneul was growing so quickly in front of your very eyes, she was already 10 months old and could crawl so fast you always had to keep an eye on her. You sometimes swore that she could teleport, finding her on the other side of the house when she was in the same room as you a few seconds before. Nonetheless, she was able to inherit Vernon’s curly hair, gummy smile, and hazel eyes which made her incredibly adorable.
“Haneul, I have strawberries for you,” you cooed at her. Haneul didn’t listen and continued crawling towards a ladybug plush laying on the floor. You and Vernon watched your child grab the ladybug and begin to babble at it, as if she was making conversation with the plushie. You tried calling for her one more time, “Haneul, mommy has strawberries for you~”
Haneul looked up at you this time but then returned back to her conversation with the ladybug. You sighed and started poking at the fruit in the bowl. Vernon grinned at your pouty behavior and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He quickly snatched some of the cubed strawberries and popped them into his mouth, a glare being sent his way for taking your daughter’s snacks. Vernon giggled and kissed the top of your head before calling out to your daughter.
“Pancake, mommy has some food for you~” he called out, receiving an immediate response from Haneul. She quickly abandoned the ladybug and began crawling over to the two of you, a gummy smile on her chubby face as she climbed onto her father’s lap, smushing her face into his chest in an attempt of a hug. Vernon’s giddy smile met your deadpan expression as he wrapped his arms around his child making sure she wouldn’t fall, “Pancake look, mommy has strawberries for you!” Vernon gently nudged Haneul to look at the bowl in your hands, an excited squeal eliciting from the baby as she began to grab for the fruit. The two of you watched your baby chew the soft fruit, wiping away the juice that stained her face with a washcloth you had brought with you.
You then turned to look at Vernon who was adoringly watching his daughter’s tiny hands wrap around the strawberry cubes. “You know, you should probably stop calling her ‘Pancake’ before she responds to that more than her real name,” you prodded, to which he snickered to.
“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not the only Pancake in my life,” he teased you. You flushed and rolled your eyes remembering how “Pancake” was his pet name for you after messing around with him when the two of you were still dating. A harmless joke of you spamming a certain clip of Vernon’s younger self singing Han Bok-nam’s Bindaetteok Gentleman those many years ago soon became your contact name in his phone and the nickname that he would call you if he were in a teasing mood.
You scoffed, “I’m not jealous of my daughter, Hand Soap,” silently giggling at his face contort at the mention of the old nickname, “I just want Haneullie to pay attention to mommy too.”
As if she understood what you were said, Haneul looked up at you with her big hazel eyes before climbing onto your lap. As you held her, you gently wiped her mouth as she grabbed another strawberry cube and brought it up to your mouth. You smiled and allowed her to feed you the strawberry, her juice covered hands colliding with your face making Vernon laugh at your now messy face.
You wiped yourself and her hands afterwards, carrying her to the kitchen to wash her hands. Vernon finished the remaining strawberry cubes and set the bowl in the sink after the two of you put Haneul in her little play area.
“But you know,” you started as Vernon quietly washed the dishes, “I do miss you calling me ‘Pancake’ every now and then.” You looked up at your husband who had a sickening grin on his face screaming ‘I knew it’. You immediately flushed in embarrassment and turned away to continue drying the plate in your hand.
“Awe Pancake!” your child of a husband teasingly exclaimed as he rushed to finish washing the remaining dishes in the sink. It was not even a few minutes later when you felt his arms snake around your torso and his face coming close to yours from behind, “I’ll call you Pancake from now on if it makes you happy~” He blew a small puff of air into your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you could feel his teasing grin on your skin. You flushed and scoffed while placing the plate in the cabinet above you before turning around and burying your face into his chest.
“You’re so stupid Hand Soap,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it, before looking up at him and planted a chaste kiss on his grinning lips.
A small garble from your baby could be heard snapping the two of you out of your loving gaze. Hand in hand, the two of you made your way back into the living room to go watch over your baby.
All was well in the Chwe household today too.
seungcheol x reader
genre:fluff
word count:1.8K
a/n:Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.
Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.
After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.
In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.
“What?” You asked him, a smile threatening to spread across your face.
The man chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned. “You really want an ice cream bar right now?” Nodding at him, as though it was totally normal and reasonable, he sighed fondly. “It’s pouring out, you do see that right?”
“I’m not blind, Cheol,” you defended with a roll of your eyes. “My cravings obviously don’t coordinate with the weather, I can’t help it.” When you flashed him a small pout, the man’s lips spread into a stunning smile that made you feel special to be on the receiving end.
Without another word, just that same smitten beam, Seungcheol unlatched his seatbelt and began crawling out of the car. “Stay put,” he told you, pointing an accusatory finger at you in warning. “Let me get your door.”
Sighing dramatically, you settled into your seat more, waiting for the man to round the vehicle to let you out. “You know what I don’t think is very fair?” You asked, just as the man opened the door.
“What’s that?” He questioned, his hand instantly finding yours as he interlaced your fingers together, helping you to crawl out of the cab.
“You always open doors for me, but who’s opening doors for you?” You posed, widening your eyes as you pressed him.
“That’s what’s not fair?” He chuckled, flashing an amused smile. “Do you want to open the door for me, then?” He nodded to the convenience store.
“I do actually, yes,” you informed him, letting go of his hand to bound over to the store and pull the door open for him. “Sir,” you welcomed him inside with a wave of your hand.
“Wow,” he said in dramatized awe. “Is that what that feels like? I feel so special,” he teased, though you could read the sincerity in his smile.
“You deserve to be taken care of like that too,” you teased. You were certain, however, that with the way you slipped your hand back into his and slightly curled into his side, he knew there was an edge of seriousness in your comment. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to your temple, hoping the sweet gesture relayed the gratitude he felt for you.
As you exited the convenience store, the door dinging with your departure, Seungcheol raised his arms up in defense as you glared at him. “Hey, I’m allowed to buy you a treat.”
“I’m the reason we’re even here though I-”
“Exactly. You’re the reason. Let me take care of you, stop rejecting everything chivalrous,” he pouted, his tone almost taking on a whine as he huffed. Staring at his lips, you bit back a smile as you sighed.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes as your hands began unwrapping the ice cream bar. “But I’m opening your car door.”
Chuckling at you, he shook his head. “Fine,” he relented, knowing when to pick his battles. His fingers toyed with the end of his own iced treat as you neared the vehicle. Marching to the driver side of the vehicle, you opened the door, gesturing for him to step inside.
“Your carriage,” you joked, Seungcheol bursting into adorable giggles that had your heart filling with adoration and… something more.
“Thank you,” he spoke through his wide smile, climbing into the car. “But who’s opening your door?” He asked, just as you took a bite of the ice cream.
“Me,” you mumbled through the cold treat that chilled your mouth. “You know I can actually do that.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Seungcheol yelled as you closed the door with yet another roll of your eyes.
As you rounded the front end of the car, making your way to the passenger side, his eyes followed you adoringly. Then, in a burst of last minute planning, he lunged across the console, tugging on the handle to barely shove the door ajar. You couldn’t have held back the beam on your face even if you had wanted to as you giggled at his antics.
When your gazes met through the window, you realized what it was that you felt for him. You found it in the way it gleamed in his own orbs, reciprocating the feeling, your eyes sharing the words before your mouths could.
And suddenly it struck him too, the screams from his heart finally reaching his brain in a triumphant choir of I love you’s. He loved you. It was so clear to him. As you stepped into the car, his feelings for you taking over his entire being, he couldn’t stop his mouth from filling with the words, the sweetness of them coating his tongue and rolling right off into the humid air in the vehicle.
“I love you,” he blurted out, wearing a dopey smile as he chuckled at himself. You froze for just a moment, the confession halting your movements to latch the seatbelt across your frame. Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you noticed the way he was shy but certain, and it had your heart sighing in relief. “I-I’m in love with you.” You stared at him for just a moment longer, your eyes still wide as a smile slowly curved on your lips. When your grin formed into a full-blown beam, Seungcheol felt his heart pound against the inside of his chest, demanding to be heard again. “Like so in love with you,” he told you, as though he was in disbelief with how deeply he felt the words and with how he was just now realizing.
“I love you, too,” you replied simply, taking another chunk off your ice cream bar. The action was so casual, so you, that Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle. “So stupidly in love with. Like, you’re my favorite person in the world,” you admitted giddily, covering your mouth as you chewed the treat.
As he laughed, shaking his head, you swore you had never been happier than that moment with him voicing his reciprocation of your feelings. Reaching across the console, his hand found the side of your face as he directed you toward his lips, the man kissing you hard and with need, the meeting relaying the feelings all over again. When your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, holding him there as you deepened the kiss, you realized that along with the elation, you had also never been so nervous.
It was a beautiful mixture of feelings. There you were, standing on this ledge, overlooking an abyss. You could feel yourself slipping, and you were scared, but he was there, falling with you. Suddenly, the person you held most dear was holding you in the same regard, and that meant there was a lot at stake, a lot to lose, so much to miss if he ever went away from you. But you never felt more alive. Having someone to lose was the best feeling you’d ever known. And you hoped he was feeling all of this at once as well. You loved him. And he loved you. It was scary and beautiful and you wanted to feel that way forever.
When you both broke out of the kiss, Seungcheol slowly leaned back into his seat. Letting out a huff of disbelief, a dazed smile planted on his features, he shook his head and simply appreciated the giggles that flowed from your lips. Scrunching your nose at him, you could see the way he suddenly became bashful as he evaded your gaze by turning toward the window.
“You really love me?” Seungcheol asked you but refusing to meet your eyes, a soft smile overtaking your features. Leaning over the console, and reaching over his frame, your hand made contact with his jaw. Turning his face toward yours, your smile widened.
“Obviously,” you whispered, catching his lips in a sweet kiss just after speaking. When you pressed your forehead to his, you could feel his lips curve up into a grin.
“Are you scared?” He then asked, just as your lips pressed a peck to his chin.
“Terrified,” you replied gently. “But happier than I can ever remember being.”
At your confession, Seungcheol’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as he exhaled. “Me too.” His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, just before you lowered your face toward his neck, burrowing yourself against his skin. “I’m gonna keep being chivalrous.”
Groaning, teasingly, you both giggled in each other’s embrace. “Good,” you mumbled, just before looking up at him. “I’m gonna keep fighting you on it.”
Smiling at you as he chuckled, he nodded once. “Good,” he whispered. Your heart was beating against your chest from all the excitement and giddiness coursing through your veins as you allowed yourself to finally fall, letting the man slip into the unknown with you. As your hand came to meet the side of his face, your thumb aching to gently swipe against his soft skin, he leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation. “Never stop.”
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Type: Fluff.
Pairing: Hoshi x Reader
Word Count: approximately 1,500
“Hey, Y/N, can you come down to the dorm? Hoshi hurt himself during rehearsal today and we’re not sure if it’s a serious enough injury that needs to be taken care of at a hospital.” Seungcheol called your cell phone in the middle of you stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream. It was your first day off in almost a month and you were trying to make the most of it.
“I can, but why isn’t your manager calling me? You’re supposed to tell your manager and then he calls me.”
You were Seventeen’s personal nurse. After Wonwoo’s time in the hospital, the company thought it would be beneficial for the boys if they had a nurse a personal nurse. That way, in the event of injury or illness, they can still attend some parts of rehearsal.
“All of our staff is in a meeting. We weren’t even scheduled for a rehearsal, but you know Hosh; he always pushes himself.”
“Alright. I’ll be there in-“ you looked at the time and then looked down at your stained pajama shirt, “about 20 minutes. Tell Hoshi to hang tight.”
“Aye, aye, captain!” You heard a faint voice in the background that you could only assume came from Soonyoung.
Roughly five minutes earlier than expected, you were standing in the open doorway of the infamous Seventeen dorm.
“Doctor Y/N is here to heal you, hyung” Mingyu called out to Hoshi as he leads you to the spot he was occupying on the couch.
“I’m not a doctor yet, you know.” You walked over to Soonyoung and immediately noticed the ball on the side of his ankle.
“I’m guessing you hurt your foot?” You gestured to his legs, which were being propped up by a mountain of pillows.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” Hoshi marveled at your intuitiveness.
“Lucky guess.” You kneeled on the floor beside Hoshi’s couch and began examining the area. There was already some slight discoloration.
“I’m going to touch your ankle at different points and I need you to tell me how painful these points are using a scale of one to five. One is little to no pain and five would be very painful, okay?” Soonyoung nodded.
You pressed lightly on Hoshi’s inner ankle and worked your way around to the outer ankle. The closer you got to the ball on Hoshi’s ankle, the more pain he felt.
“Alright, you’re definitely sprained. Can you walk at all?’
“Kind of,” Hoshi mumbled
“Kind of? You can barely walk! Jun and I had to practically carry you up the stairs.” Minghao had just entered the kitchen adjacent the living room.
“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he just wants to seem tough in front of you.” Minghao continued
A light blush crept up on both your and Soonyoung’s face.
You ignored Minghao’s comment and addressed Hoshi directly.
“Hoshi, all I can I really prescribe you is pain killers, ice treatment, and rest. You need to stay off your foot as much as possible for at least 2 weeks.”
Hoshi demeanor immediately shifted from one of ease to severe distress.
“I’m really sorry about this, Hosh, but don’t worry; I’ll be here every day to take care of you and keep your mind off of your injury. Is that okay?”
Soonyoung’s mood was instantly lifted.
“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this.”
For the next two weeks, you were Hoshi’s personal bedside nurse. Every day, you planned activities for him to do to distract him from the fact that he was unable to attend schedules and half of the rehearsals. One day you stole every pillow and blanket from the entire dorm and made a cozy little wonderland for you and Soonyoung in the living room. Another time, Hoshi sat on a stool in the kitchen and was the camera man for your new impromptu Chopped-esque cooking show, which Hoshi was your one and only viewer. Now, you and Hoshi were browsing twitter and talking to some of the fans.
A good portion of the posts was mainly “Oppa say hello to me!!11!” or “Hoshi I love you ♡X♡X”
“What about this one?” You pointed to the tweet that read: I think Hoshi would look really good with beauty makeup :)
“No. No way am I putting on that much makeup.”
Two minutes later, Hoshi was seated on the couch. You were seated on the armrest facing perpendicular Hoshi with your legs arching over his lap. Seated next to his lap was your small bag filled with basic essentials. After applying foundation, you began to lightly blend a warm neutral brown in the crease of Soonyoung’s eye.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Hoshi huffed.
“You know you can’t resist these charms. I always get whatever I want.” You playfully stuck your tongue out at Hoshi. He chuckled in reply. You continued working on Hoshi’s makeup but didn’t get very far when you suddenly felt something brush against the underside of your knee. You nearly jumped out of your seat.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just grabbing a loose string from your shorts. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me, I’m just super ticklish is all.”
“How ticklish is super ticklish?”
“On a scale of one ten, I’m probably at 100.”
“Really?” A mischievous smile blossomed onto Soonyoung’s face
“Don’t get any ideas~” before you could finish your sentence, Hoshi began mercilessly tickling you.
You were no match for Hoshi’s expert moves. You wiggled and squirmed every time Hoshi so much as breathed on you.
“Stop!” You wheezed. “I can’t— breathe— Hosh— please!”
You ended up falling off of the armrest and straight into Hoshi’s lap. Falling onto Hoshi is what ended the tickle attack. It wasn’t until you caught your breath did you realize how close you were to Hoshi. Your next thought was: he is so beautiful.
“Y/N,” Soonyoung whispered while looking at your lips.
“Don’t give me that look. I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep looking at me like that.”
“I was just thinking… what would happen if I kiss you?”
“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”
You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. It is unclear who began to move first, all you know is Hoshi’s lips were millimeters, yet worlds away, from yours. Suddenly, the dream was shattered by the sound of a door unlocking.
“Hoshi, Nurse Y/N, we’re home!” Seungcheol called out as the other 12 members of Seventeen entered the dorm. You sprang up out of Hoshi’s lap and attempted to gain your composure.
“What have you guys been up— are you alright? Your faces are bright red,” Joshua asked with concern in his voice.
“We’re fine!” You and Soonyoung shouted simultaneously, which only deepened your scarlet cheeks.
“Hyung, what’s on your face?” Dino attempted to hide the amusement in his voice.
Hoshi glared at you, he cheeks still cherry red.
“A fan wanted to see Hoshi in full beauty makeup,” you muttered.
“Oh. Well, don’t let us stop you.” The heard of boys quickly dispersed into their rooms.
You immediately began removing your work from Soonyoung’s face. When you finished, the spell that was on the two of you earlier reappeared. Hoshi, fearing that one of the members would walk in and ruin the moment again, planted a quick kiss on your lips.
“You call that a kiss?” Before Hoshi could reply, you cradled his face and gave him a real, deep kiss.
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how seungcheol says “i love you” for the first time
he’s always known the deep insecurities you held within you and the lingering stares you sent in his direction when someone got too close to him for your liking. just like now, if looks could kill, the girl that is currently twirling her hair and giggling in front of him, would vanish into thin air. you sip your jameson and ginger ale with lime bitterly despite the tasty alcoholic drink in your hand.
seungcheol moves away from the girl with a light smile and he had all the intention to make his way back to you, but a hand on his arm stopped him from walking any further than two steps. he was sidetracked by a female again, and you sigh, tears lining your eyes and you decide to chug your drink and call it a day. once you do, you turn to your friends who are conversing with each other and taking shots after shots.
“hey, where are you going?” wonwoo tilts his head up, watching as you drape your leather jacket over your body.
“home.” you give him a barely-there-smile and he notices the frown that envelops your face when you look back at seungcheol who is now laughing with the woman who is dressed better and looked much more beautiful than you.
“thought you were sleeping at cheol’s?” he furrows his eyebrows, but he follows you out of the club where you attempt to hail a taxi because one, you didn’t bring your car for obvious reasons and two, you didn’t want to take a bus because you’d have to wait awhile and you didn’t want seungcheol to catch up with you once he realises you’re gone.
“go back inside buddy,” you tap wonwoo’s arm but he doesn’t budge. you both watch as another taxi passes you by, none interested to take a drunken passenger in.
“you know you can just wait for him and jeonghan since it’s their turn to drive us all home,” he nudges your body gently and you sigh once you realise how childish you were being.
“i’m stupid right?”
“depends on the situation yn,” he chuckles and leans against the wall and you follow suit.
“i-” you suck in a breath and close your eyes, “i don’t deserve him, wonu. we’re completely opposite of each other and what if i’m just stopping him from meeting someone that can actually be a better partner for him.”
wonwoo rolls his eyes at your words because he knows how much seungcheol treasures your relationship and he’s witnessed him fall in love with you, everyone has but you.
“come on, you’re being dumb. he loves you yn.”
“how come he’s never said it then?” you turn your head towards him, and much to your surprise, seungcheol is standing merely inches away from the both of you.
wonwoo’s eyes drift back and forth between the two of you as you stare at your boyfriend who’s intently staring back at you with a deep frown on his face. you recognise the tiny hurt on his face and it makes your own heart ache. wonwoo taps your side and he walks back into the club, not before sending a signal to seungcheol, a small “you better fix this” his way.
“why’d you leave all of a sudden?” he shuffles over to you in hurried steps, stopping right in front of you and ultimately caging you between the brick wall and his body so you wouldn’t be able to escape easily.
“got too warm in there and i’m kind of sleepy too,” you fake a yawn and if it weren’t for the tension between you two, he would’ve laughed.
“tell me the truth love,” he whispers, catching your chin between his fingers and lifting it up so he can read your eyes.
“you can tell me sweetheart, i promise i won’t get mad,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb and you bask in the sudden warmth radiating from his hands. he hears you suck in a breath and the shaky release of air from your lungs. he knows you’re trying your best to tell him and he’s grateful you’re trying.
“i hate it when i let my insecurities get the better of me,” you mumble and you know he hears you words because his eyes turn glossy at your words.
“i hate this aching feeling i get whenever someone more beautiful and capable of loving you approaches you whenever we’re together. i hate the fact that even though they know we’re together, they still try to flirt with you.” you sniffle and wipe the tears from your eyes.
“are you done?”
“no just give me a minute,” he chuckles at your words and you finally crack a smile.
“do you love me?”
seungcheol’s breath hitches in his throat and he suddenly hates himself for not telling you how he’s been feeling for months.
“i love you,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against your own, “i love you with all my heart and i hope you know you’re the only one i’ll ever need, i’ll ever want.”
“i’m sorry for being so childish,” you whisper against his lips, but he shakes his head.
“you’re feelings are valid, you hear me?” he wipes the remaining tears from your eyes and you’ve never been more grateful for him.
“i’ll just have to remind you every day.”
—Playboy | y.jh (M)
pairing ➳ dom!Jeonghan x sub!inexperienced!female reader
genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of Sugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.
word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped )
warnings ➳ profanities, drinking, smoking(im dumb,idk how that shit actually works so ignore if I made a mistake), blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap(not mentioned), soft playful dom Jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as a restraint , daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction guys!! be safe irl), virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes
synopsis➳you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // playboy- exo// sugar- maroon 5 // guys my age- hey violet // anytime anywhere- kevin oh // orion’s belt- sabrina caludio // all my love- seventeen // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge
A/N: The second installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project is here!! So, I decided to change his hair colour midway because of the Elle 95line photoshoot. Jeonghan has black hair there and that photoshoot SCREAMS sugar daddy vibes so yeah, you are getting the best of both worlds here LMAO. I had the best time writing this, especially the stealing part lol and maybe that’s why this has been released a lil earlier than I originally anticipated. The story just came naturally to me, ya know? BUT, for Joshua’s story…I have nothing planned, like nothing so who knows if it’ll be released in this lifetime . Oh, and also thank y'all for a thousand followers, srsly, guys thank u so much. I’ll stop blabbering now and let you read. Lemme know what you think and I’ll see you all in hell!
when you think it’s too late,
you’ve already fallen for me,
it’s out of your control
you knew everything from the start
and now you’re blaming it on me?
Your hands dance over his thighs to capture his attention as the man next to keeps entertaining his friend, completely ignoring your existence.
You have been doing this for a while but your companion has shown great self control, definitely not one to give in so easily. You know he’s doing this on purpose, it’s in his nature to tease you and have you desperate.
Huffing, you retract your hand and sip your martini, playing with the olive sitting on one side of the glass as your eyes mindlessly wander around. You watch the bartender in the distance, his hands moving skillfully as he prepares drinks for the customers and you scoff a little how ironic it is.
About two months earlier, you were in his place, preparing drinks till your hand hurt. You never imagined yourself here, on the opposite side, sipping drinks instead of making them, dressed in the prettiest clothes and jewelry, with an ungodly beautiful man who you couldn’t even dream of having.
Yoon Jeonghan.
The story of how you two met still flusters you and sitting here, on the same place where you first met him brings back the still fresh memories as if it all happened yesterday.
He’s here again. This is the third time you are seeing him in this bar, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine while everybody else looks like what they should after a long day; tired, ordinary.
He stands out easily, his hair painted in a beautiful, eye-catching shade of blond, an easy smile on his lips, dressed in a suit that costs three months of your rent. His features are extremely striking and charming, so much so that once you see him, you can’t get him out of your head. You are sure you have never seen any man this attractive in your lifetime. His aura is playful yet controlling, movements confident, like he owns the place- which he does. There used to be rumors going around about how he owns this club and a share in ten others, which later turned out to be true.
Like a magnet, your eyes can’t help looking at him every so often as you prepare the continuous orders of drinks. It also doesn’t help that a flock of girls surrounds him all the time, handsy and giggly, though their number today seems to be a little less than other days.
Today he seems to be here to enjoy the company of his friends rather than any female, though some ladies accompany their group, one of their hands resting on his thigh as she sits close to him.
You have been working at this place for about a month and it has become a habit to observe and in turn judge the people that come here while preparing drinks. Yoon Jeonghan is one of them, one who you love to judge. You sound petty even to yourself but everytime you see that man, strolling around, all playful smiles and flirty eyes you can’t help but feel a little jealous. That man literally has the perfect life, the looks, the money, the company- everything. And you often feel annoyed when he would buy drinks and leave a huge amount of tips- like yeah, everyone around here knows you are dripping with money, no need to rub it in our faces. Most of the time, the servers or the waiters would pocket them, beating you to it, irking you further.
You are too lost in your train of petty thoughts to realize that the man you have been thinking about stands right in front of you. “Hello?” He calls you and you blink, staring at him dumbly for a second before putting on a professional smile.
“Hello sir, what can I get you?”
With a lazy smile, he plops down on a stool. “A scotch please.”
Nodding you reach for the bottle to pour him his order, while his eyes wander, looking around the counter. “Taking a break from your company?” You ask as you serve him his drink, chin jutting out to point behind him as his friends lay on the couch with their eyes closed, probably drunk.
“Yep. Seems like I’m the only one who’s still sober,” he throws you a playful grin and you nod before tending to other customers, while he sips the scotch and scrolls through his phone.
Every so often you take looks at him through the corner of your eye, his ethereal profile looking even more eye catching underneath the club lights. His hair is a little messy, in the sexiest way possible and he has discarded his green suit jacket which leaves him in a black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. Though the lighting is not the best right now, you can see how the material hugs his strong chest and shoulders tight. Your eyes trail down to his hands, long and lithe, perfect fingers clad in a bunch of expensive rings. You would like to think you don’t have a hand fetish but damn, his hands are beautiful just like the rest of him and you wonder how they would feel to touch.
Your wandering eyes stop on his wristwatch glinting underneath the lights, a silver Rolex if you had to guess, with yellow gold highlights, which he has taken off and put on the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with it. A woman suddenly asks for a gin and tonic, diverting your attention from the man as you busy yourself with her order. You don’t notice that one of his friends walks over to him to drag him back to the crowd and when you look back to where he was sitting, it’s empty.
Empty except for the watch he was wearing, still left on the counter, probably forgotten by him.
Oh, how unfairly, filthily, loaded he must be to forget something that expensive.
Normally, you would like to consider yourself as a person with good morals but the longer you stare at the abandoned watch, glinting underneath the lights, almost calling to you, the more immoral thoughts gather in your mind. It also doesn’t help that the flow of orders suddenly stops, making the counter empty, leaving you to do nothing as people dance and chat amongst themselves.
Maybe this is a test. The almighty is testing you, your morality, but it looks like you are going to fail dramatically because the more you stare at the watch, the more temptation you feel. You can sell that watch for a good 10k.
Other than the loans and bills that you have to pay off, you need to pay for your brother’s college tuition. And damn it, do you need money right now. The thought of providing a better life for Chan seems to do the trick as your hands move on their own and before you know it, you have grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it into your pocket.
Oh god.
Humiliation and guilt burn throughout your body in scalding flames as you chew on your lower lip. Throat dry, your eyes move around the dim club to scan around cautiously, looking to see if someone has their eyes on you but everyone seems busy with their own thing. You can’t even spot the man you stole from or any of his friends so maybe they left.
But what if they come back and ask for it? What would you do then? What if they suspect you? Or maybe ask to see the CCTV footage which definitely caught you putting that item in your pocket. What if they take you to jail?
Oh god, oh god. You are terrified, hands rubbing your face frustratedly. Maybe, just maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t come back. He’s probably drunk and has already forgotten about it.
A bunch of tipsy young girls suddenly appear at the counter and your heart almost lurches out of your chest. They ask for more shots and you gladly accept the distraction, trying your best to focus on your work. Just as you finish serving them a familiar voice calls for you, sending shivers down your spine.
“Hey! Have you seen my watch? It was a Rolex. I accidentally left it here.” Yoon Jeonghan seems to have magically appeared out of thin air, his innocent eyes looking at you for an answer and your guilt increases tenfold.
This indeed is a test and God is giving you another chance to redeem yourself.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see it,” the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.
Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?
“Maybe you took it with you?” You continue lying like a bitch when in fact, the thing he is looking for is sitting right inside your pocket. “Did you check your pockets?”
The man pats around his chest and then thighs, looking for the watch and shakes his head. “No, I think I left it here.” He says almost with a pout, his tone sad and you loathe yourself.
What if it was precious to him? Maybe it was a family heirloom? Maybe it is a rare piece? Swallowing you try to keep your voice as cool as possible. “I’m really sorry. I can’t help you.” The man standing opposite to you watches you for a while as you hold your gaze and try not to start shaking in your boots.
“Are you sure, you can’t help me?” His demeanor completely changes, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting with challenge and you instantly know he has figured you out.
Your heart almost drops out of your ass.
You stand there frozen, literally, not moving, blinking or breathing, just staring at him with wide eyes as you feel like crying. Has he called the police already? Half of you expect to hear the sirens and cop cars pull up.
“Hmm? Are you sure? Because I think you can, darling,” He smirks, the cockiest smirk ever, resting his elbows on the counter and you feel like disappearing into thin air. “Why don’t you hand me that back and I don’t make this a big deal?” He wiggles his brows, pointing them towards your pant pocket and in a flash your hands move, fishing the jewelry out and handing it to him.
“I’m so sorry!” You almost yell, tears in your eyes as shame washes over you. Your head hangs low as you wait for him to do something, maybe throw insults at you and then kick your ass out.
“I swear I didn’t mean to! I am not a thief! It’s just that it was sitting there and- and-” Your throat tightens as a drop of tear leaks from your eye, your hands fisting your apron in a tight grip.
“Hey,” His voice is unexpectedly sweet, soothing as he coos at you to look at him. “It’s alright. It happens. I don’t think you are a thief.”
“Really?” You blink at him. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Though it’s not right to steal, I’m sure you had your reasons.” He says and the relief you feel is beyond words. Your legs almost give up and you want to sink onto the floor and cry.
“T-thank you,” is all you can whisper, eyes cast down, the shame ever-present as you realize he is turning a blind eye towards your actions.
“You’re welcome,” he grins, that playful grin you’ve seen many times. However, his next words are something you never expected, “Is there anyone that can cover for you? Have a drink with me. It’ll be quick.”
“Huh? Me?” You’re flabbergasted. “I- I can’t…we have rules not to drink-”
“I’m the boss here okay,” he rolls his eyes. “And I’m telling you to break those rules. Now, get someone to cover for you.”
You stand there, blinking at him, expecting him to say that it’s a prank but when he doesn’t, you quickly start moving, searching for your replacement Hoshi.
Ten minutes later you sit with Jeonghan in a private room of the club, away from the loud music and chattering. You have finished a couple of glasses of bloody mary to calm your nerves and now you sit next to him awkwardly, fiddling with your hands, the tension thick in the air.
Jeonghan sits beside you, legs spread, leaned back into the velvet couch, sipping on a whiskey. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you rather amusedly and you start getting nervous. What is he planning?
“So,” he sets the glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you. “When you said this is your only time stealing, I’d like to believe that you were telling the truth and not lying your way out of trouble?”
“I swear!” You yell desperately, hands almost reaching out to clutch him. “I swear on my little brother, okay? I have never ever done anything like that before. I just- it was just there and I was tempted and I need money-” You sigh, putting your head into your hands.
“It’s alright. I believe you,” Jeonghan assures, patting you on your shoulder. He leans back and surprisingly, takes out a cigar from his pocket and lights it up. You watch him hold it against his lips with fascination.
So he smokes.
He takes a drag and then blows a puff of smoke into the air. “I just needed to be sure. If you did something like that, stole from any of the customers then I was giving you a chance to come clean.”
“I swear, I didn’t. And I won’t, ever again.” You whisper, holding his gaze. “Please don’t fire me. I need this job, please.”
Jeonghan hums, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag. “I can see that. Little brother, your say?” You nod.
“How old is he?”
“A couple years younger than me. He’s starting college. I just- I need money for his tuitions and I-” You fall silent, staring at the ground. God, how could you put yourself in this stupid situation? You should be on your way home now instead of begging for mercy from the unbelievably hot owner of the club.
“It’s alright, take it easy.” He says, pouring you some whiskey before tapping the butt of the cigar in the ashtray. “You do other jobs than this? I’m pretty sure this doesn’t cover your expenses.” He raises a brow. You chuckle mirthlessly, “Yeah. I do a couple of other part times. But nothing seems to be enough you know.” You take a sip of the whiskey. “I really should get a sugar daddy.” You murmur under your breath to yourself but Jeonghan seems to have heard it.
“Sugar daddy?” His eyes dance in amusement. Your face heats up. “Yeah- uh-um…it’s nothing. I- I downloaded this app on my phone and…and I think I should just go with it.” You explain, waving your hand dismissively. The alcohol surely loosed your lip.
“Oh yeah? What’s the app?” A smirk seems to settle on his face.
“Uh, Sugar and Spice..?” You murmur, confused at his question. Why is he so curious? A full smile sets on his face at your answer as he laughs softly, finishing his whiskey before saying, “And what if I told you I was the one who made that app?”
Huh?
You stare dumbly at him. “Wait- what?” He laughs some more. “Yeah. Sugar and spice. That’s my app. Yoon Corporation, that’s my company.” You blink at him for a while, processing his words before nodding slowly. “Wow. That’s…cool. Know anyone you can introduce me to? Someone at your age?” You half joke, shaking your head at the situation as you finish your drink. Jeonghan watches you with a playful smirk on his face before replying. “I do, in fact.”
Your eyes widen. “Really? You are not kidding? Who is it?”
“You are looking at him, baby.” He grins a cocky smile. You gape at him for a while before chuckling. “Okay, that was funny.”
“I’m serious.”
You stop and sit still, watching him wearily. “Wait- so you are proposing me to be your sugar baby? I- why? That- that doesn’t make any sense. I- I’m sure you don’t lack any company of women.” You murmur dryly with a frown. He grins, leaning closer to you, his breath fanning your face. You can smell the hint of whiskey and cigar in it and you have this stupid urge to kiss him. “And what if I said I wanted your company?”
Your eyes move heavenward at that. “I’m not buying that.”
“Oh but it’s true, darling.” He settles back into the couch, throwing one leg over the other as one of his hands stretches out to rest on the backrest of the couch. “I wanna have your company. Let’s say you’ve intrigued me and I’d like to get to know you more. But, don’t think that I’m asking you to have sex with me. We can go there later but let’s start easy. If you want to, that is.”
Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. “I- this is too good to be true. I don’t know…”
“Well, you get your money and I get the company of this really attractive lady. I think it’s a fair deal. I’ve been wanting to try having a sugar baby for a while. I mean, I literally made an app on that. What’s the harm in trying new and fun things? And what can I say, I love trying out new things.” He grins, his brows dancing suggestively at you. “I’m not saying that you have to give me an answer right now. Think about it. If you don’t want to then it’s cool. You keep working here and we forget about this. I won’t take your job or anything.”
“I want to!” The words leave your mouth before you can think it through. Jeonghan raises a surprised brow at you, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as he sets down his cigar on the ashtray and rubs his hands clean.
“I…will take the offer.” You whisper, face heating up as you avert your eyes.
This is a chance too big to let go. This filthily loaded man is asking you to be his sugar baby. Not to mention he is illegally hot and young. How many people get chances like this? Besides, you have nothing to lose. You need money and this is the easiest way you can have it.
“You sure?”
You take in a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He seems satisfied with your answer as a large grin kisses his lips. “That’s great.” From his breast pocket, he fishes out his phone. “Give me your number, darling.” You take the unlocked phone from his hands and quickly type your number, heart thudding loudly.
This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.
He nods, taking his phone back. “Thank you, babe. I’ll call you.” He stands up and you do too and he steps forward to walk out of the room but stops at the door. Turning around he takes off his wristwatch and with a smirk, he grabs your hand and sets the timepiece on your palm. “This is for you. A little gift to seal our deal.” He winks at you cheekily as you stare at the device in your hand, stunned.
Before you can say anything, the man is gone, leaving you frozen in your place and your heart beating wildly in your chest, the expensive jewelry sitting in your hand.
“Bored, darling?” Jeonghan’s sultry voice brings you back to reality as you blink and turn your head towards him. A lazy, teasing smile sits on his face as he watches you amusedly. “Trying to get my attention huh?” He points to your hand which has all this time been dancing on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. You roll your eyes, retreating your hand, “You noticed only after like, an hour.”
He chuckles softly, “Being a brat today, aren’t we?” He whispers in your ears, pressing a kiss just by your earlobe. You huff. “No, I am not. You brought me here and I thought we were gonna have some fun or something but you keep talking to Joshua and your other buddies.” Jeonghan hums, a smile on his face, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Baby wants my attention all to herself, doesn’t she?”
Nodding you scoot closer to him and rest your head against his shoulder. His arm comes to loop around your waist. “We’ll go home in a bit, darling. And then you can have my full attention.”
You roll your eyes, groaning as he goes back to conversing with Joshua and a few other friends of his. But this time, he includes you as his friends ask questions about you here and there. You don’t know most of them other than Joshua, a sweet, handsome man who owns this and a few other clubs with Jeonghan. You have met him a few times before, at company events and dinner parties, his sweet personality making him easy to talk to.
Even though you are not left alone like before, your bored, tipsy self cannot help but be a little brat. Your fingers trail up Jeonghan’s thigh as you nuzzle your face in his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you inhale his intoxicating scent. A subtle mix of wood and fruit and his natural scent have you obsessed. Slowly, teasingly, your fingers drag over to his crotch once again from his thighs. As discreetly as possible, you cup your hand over his crotch and loom at his face for some reaction. Except there isn’t any.
This man has amazing self control.
He ignores you completely, listening to his friends talk about some one-night stands they had. You huff at the lack of any reaction from him. The lights are low and no one should be able to tell what you are really doing if they don’t look too hard so bravely, you squeeze him and start rubbing him over his pants. And that seems to do the trick.
His head turns towards you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes giving you a warning. “Darling.” His voice is a clear message to stop your actions. But you won’t. “Yes, Hannie,” you use the nickname when you sweet-talk him to do something and blink innocently at him.
“Don’t do this. It won’t end well for you, darling.”
“Oh really? What are you planning on doing, Mister?” You challenge, tilting your head to one side. “I’ve been with you for two months but you have yet to fuck me. I doubt it gets any worse than this.”
It’s true. The two months you have been with him were completely different from what you expected. You were sure he was gonna stick his dick in after the first week, given his reputation but for an entire month, all you got was kisses, mostly on your cheek and temple. He kept his distance, even more so after he learned that you are inexperienced in that department and it has been frustrating you to death.
After a few weeks, he got more handsy with you when you sweet-talked him until he had a boner. Even then, all you got was his fingers inside your pussy and his mouth on you, which by no means were disappointing. He gave you mind numbing orgasms just by fingering you so you can only imagine what will happen once you have him inside.
“You are playing a dangerous game, _____” his eyes narrow on you, all hint of playfulness gone. Good.
You smile sweetly. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me how dangerous it is?” Your hand gives him a squeeze and his breath hitches, eyes shutting instantly. When they reopen, they are burning with lust. He whispers. “Oh, I’ll show you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A satisfied smile settles on your face as you watch him stand up and announce, “Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure spending time with you all but we need to get going.” He pulls you up roughly by your arm and you barely have time to grab your purse before he is dragging you out of the club, his jaw clenched but a victorious smile on your face.
You just might finally have him tonight.
A swift car ride later, Jeonghan is dragging you inside his penthouse and straight towards his bedroom, his hands working on removing his black blazer, eyes boring into yours as you wait for him to speak.
“I hope you had your fun, darling. Cause I’m gonna have mine, now.” A salacious smile sets on his face as he starts rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. The sight is enough to make your knees buckle as you get a little peek at the veins in his arms and involuntarily swallow. He takes a few steps towards you and you reflexively step back until your legs meet his bed and you fall on top of it. He keeps moving towards you, taking his time, a dangerous smile on his face.
When he is just a few inches away from you, he stops and tilts your face up using his index finger. His head comes down while yours move upward subconsciously and your lips meet in a kiss. It’s slow at first, almost like he’s teasing you before his grip on your chin gets stronger and his lips move more aggressively. Your tongues waltz together as you taste the alcohol and the very faint hint of smoke in his lips. When you are breathless and your eyes are wide with need and anticipation, he pulls back with a crooked smile. “Strip for me, darling.”
Throat dry, you swallow. You watch him with wide eyes for a few beats before reaching behind to undo the one button on the neck of your backless dress. His eyes never leave yours as he stands back and watches you, arms crossed over his chest. Once you are done with the button your hands move down to undo the small zipper just above your ass. After it is down you shrug your shoulders to let the dress fall loose before peeling them off of your arms. It bunches at your waist before you tug the shiny material down and it pools at your feet, leaving you in your panties only.
Jeonghan still has his burning gaze on you, eyes never straying from yours even though you are almost as naked as a baby. The chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. “Good girl. Sit back.”
On command, your ass falls onto the soft mattress and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. He takes slow steps towards you, his shoes clinking against the floor before stopping right in front of the bed and kneeling. You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “Jeonghan, please.” You plead.
He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.
His movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”
He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.
He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He then enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.
“J-Jeonghan…gonna cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being a brat, darling. Now be a good girl and I’ll let you come on my cock.”
“B-but H-Hannie-” you whimper. He raises a brow. “That is not my name right now, is it? You’re not being a good girl, you know baby.”
“Daddy!” You immediately correct yourself, getting your wits together to cum. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry, p-please fuck me.” The pleased, cocky smile on his has you leaking more than before. He gives your cheek an affectionate pat before standing back up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He takes his sweet time, purposefully doing it slowly and you want to jump at him and do it for him but you clench your fists and try to be his good girl. After the shirt is off he undoes his belt and you expect him to toss it away but he has more surprises for you.
With your jaw loose, you watch him as he crawls on the bed, pushing you back and then sits on his knees. He grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, a mischievous smile on his face as he ties the belt around your wrists.
You thought you couldn’t get any wetter but you were wrong. Your pussy throbs at the action and a soft mewl fall from your lips. “Okay?” He asks, his expression serious, looking for any signs of discomfort as he tugs on the belt. “Not too tight?” You shake your head vigorously, letting him know you are perfectly fine.
“Words, baby.”
“I’m okay. It’s fine.” You pant. He smiles, pleased, as his previous playful demeanor returns. “Good. This is your punishment for not listening to me earlier. No touching.” He pecks your forehead before standing back up and you hate how you miss his warmth. He resumes his strip show, now undoing the buttons of his slacks before taking them off. Left in his boxers you can now see the clear outline of his cock and you wet your lips, anticipation killing you. He grins at your reaction before finally taking off his boxers and the sight has you writhing in your position.
His beautiful cock stares back at you, hard, tall, a little curved at the tip with the perfect girth. “Please,” you swallow, eyes not leaving that thing. Jeonghan chuckles. “Like what you see, darling?” His hand moves to cup his length, rubbing up and down his shaft. You try to tug your hands free even though you know it’s futile. “Daddy, please.”
He smirks, watching you, hands moving to pump his length a few more times, soft sighs of pleasure falling from his lips that drive you insane. He finally takes mercy on you, as he moves onto the bed and balances his weight on his knees. “You ready, baby?” He asks, a soft hand running on your thigh soothingly. You shake your head up and down.
“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?” His voice is soft like his gaze and your heart flips. “I will, I promise.” You whisper, wiggling your body a little to prove your desperation. With a soft smile, he lines up his length with your pussy and pushes in as you inhale deeply.
A sensation of discomfort flows through you as he pushes into your tight walls, followed by an overwhelming feeling of fullness and you release a deep breath. Above you Jeonghan grunts, supporting his weight on his elbows, trying not to start ramming into you at full speed. “Fuck- are you okay?” You can only nod your head, clenching your restrained hands in fists.
Your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words, “Y-yes. Fuck m-me daddy.”
Jeonghan almost growls at your words. He doesn’t hold back, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips back in, making your body arch. “Oh fuck!” You moan, breath creeping out of your lungs. Jeonghan smiles lazily at your reaction, hips moving in calculated movements, his pace gradually increasing, thrusts hitting you so deep each time you feel like he’s inside your belly. His mouth trails over your neck, littering open mouthed kisses before they travel towards your breasts, capturing a nipple into his mouth. You mewl in pleasure.
His tongue teases your nipple, circling the hard bud before he gives it a harsh suck and then finishes off with a soft bite. He does the same to your other breast while you writhe below him, arms moving fruitlessly over your head. An incoherent chant of his title falls from your lips.
His thrusts never falter while he tortures your tits, instead picks up the pace and you soon hear the headboard hit the wall. You watch the man passionately move on top of you with blown out pupils. A few strands of his blond hair sticks on his forehead with sweat and he clenches his jaw, brows furrowed, focusing on his thrusts. The scene on top of you is heavenly and sends your heart racing for no reason. You whisper. “D-daddy… please, untie m-me. W-wanna touch you.”
His eyes widen a fraction as he considers your words before smashing his mouth on yours, hands doing quick work of untying the belt around your wrists. As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his neck to pull him close, clawing at his solid back. “P-please, daddy. Oh- fuck- harder.” You babble, head lost in a cloud of pleasure as you feel every inch of his dick brand itself into your walls. The pleasure makes your head spin and you know you are going to come soon.
Jeonghan increases his pace even more, drilling into your swollen cunt, rough breaths falling from his lips. One of his hands comes to toy with your clit while the other pinches your nipple harshly and you wail. “Daddy! Gonna cum!”
And you do. In the blink of an eye, the coil in your belly snaps and fireworks shoot throughout your body as you reach your peak, body trembling underneath him. “Yes, good girl. Come for me.” He hisses, leaning down to nibble on your neck before whispering, “Give me another one, darling.” You’re too lost to even process his words but your body moves to action, another orgasm already building up. Jeonghan’s soft grunts increase as he rubs your wet pussy mercilessly, his thrusts now faltering. “Fuck. Gonna come, darling. Gonna fill you up. Come with me.”
Your body seems to have a mind of its own as one flick of his finger on your clit brings you to your second orgasm. This time it is even stronger and you can see white spots in your vision. Jeonghan releases inside you at the same time, his warm seed filling you up and then leaking out. Your legs shake continuously as you sense him pull out and some of the cum dribble out of you but you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle in your body. You can feel Jeonghan crashing next to you, a soft hand touching your cheek and asking about your well-being but you’re too tired to open your mouth. Instead, you hum and sigh in content as he wraps his arms around you and the last thing you remember before passing out is his breath on your forehead and his fingers combing through your hair.
The sun is bright and shining the next time you open your eyes. Squinting at the light peeking through the half open curtain to blink to adjust your vision before craning your head to look around the empty bedroom. You are tucked nicely under the covers, dressed in a large shirt that you know is Jeonghan’s and your panties. It takes a moment for you to process everything before you sit up and a pleasurable ache shoots throughout your body.
It’s the weekend. Your mind wonders where Jeonghan is. Slowly you get out of bed and move with wobbly legs, quickly releasing the pressure in your bladder and then washing your hands and face. When you are done you step out of the bedroom and climb down the stairs, barefoot and it’s a pleasant surprise to see Jeonghan sitting at the dining table, eyes focused on the tablet on his hand and the other hand holding up his phone next to his ear. You don’t hear what he’s talking about, too busy taking in how sexy he looks in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He doesn’t hear you until he is hanging up and you are almost next to him and when he turns around, his signature lazy smile appears on his face. “Well, hello there. Good morning darling.”
“Morning,” you grow shy under his stare, his eyes scanning you up and down and he seems very pleased. “You look lovely in my shirt.” He muses.
“Thank you.” You smile, sitting down at one of the breakfast stools beside him. “Sleep well?” He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod softly. “Who was that?”
“Oh, that?” Jeonghan chuckles. “My buddy, Seungcheol. He’s getting married in a couple of months. Asked me about a wedding planner I know.” You nod your head. You know Seungcheol. He’s one of Jeonghan’s closest friends. “Wow, that’s nice. You will be attending, no?” You inquire. Jeonghan smirks, “I’m the best man, darling.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “You know how he met his fiancé? Through my app. I literally set them up.” His eyes crinkle at the memory in amusement as you listen to him, fascinated.
So his friend is marrying his sugar baby. That’s romantic.
“I really thought he was gonna die alone but then he met her and he was fucking whipped. Can’t believe he’s the first one to get married among us.” He shakes his head with wonder. You reach for his cup of coffee with a coquettish smile before taking a sip. “Well, it’s nice. You should be happy for him. He’s getting married to someone he loves.”
“Oh, I am, darling. I just- don’t see the hype with getting married.” He shrugs nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet in his hands. You raise a brow at his comment. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He peeks at you. “I mean, marriage takes away your freedom, doesn’t it? And it takes a shit load of commitment and work to make it last. And I’m not good with commitments. I like being independent.”
You snort before raising a brow, “And let me guess. Your definition of being independent is sleeping with the entire city, Mr. Playboy?” Jeonghan throws a sheepish smile at you, like he has been caught and you shake your head with a sigh.
“Just the ladies, though.” He winks. “But for now, I am not interested in the city but rather in one particular beauty in front of me.” He puts his tablet away and leans towards you, a teasing grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes. But you can’t help the fluttering feeling bloom inside you. He has such a way with words.
“Are you implying that you want to get in my pants?” You ask. “Oh baby, I’ve already done that. I’m saying if you are up for it again. Do you hurt?” He asks, his time concern evident in his tone as he gets off his stool and cages your body between him and the countertop. “I-I’m a little sore so…I’m not sure.” You whisper, heart thudding loudly at his proximity and the addictive scent of his. Maybe, you are actually up for it because your pussy seems to be leaking again.
Jeonghan gently strokes your cheek. “It’s alright, darling. We don’t have to do anything. Let’s get you some breakfast.” He pulls away but you immediately grab his forearms. “I- I’m up for… other things if you are too.” You mumble, eyes not meeting his. “Oh yeah?” A grin plasters on his face as he tilts your face up with a finger. “We can do so many other things darling and I’m definitely up for it.” His eyes glint with mischief and desire. Your shy smile is all he needs to get to work, immediately lifting you onto the marble countertop, the cold surface making you gasp. With a wink and the sexiest smirk ever, he tugs off your panties and attaches his lips to your sensitive core making you let out a shrill moan.
After a couple of orgasms and breakfast with Jeonghan, his car drops you at your place. As you enter your house and toe off your shoes, you yell, “Chan, I’m home!”
The man doesn’t seem to be far away, making a sandwich on the kitchen counter. He looks up, “Oh hey, noona. You’re back.” Dropping the couple bags from your hand, you envelop him in a hug. “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t call last night. I should have told you I was staying out.”
It has become a habit to spend the night before the weekend and sometimes even the weekend with Jeonghan but you always let your brother know where you are. You don’t want to be irresponsible or let him think you have forgotten about him. Chan sighs softly, pulling back. “It’s okay, noona. You’re a grown woman. You don’t have to report to me. As long as you are safe it’s all good.” You give him a wistful smile, patting his cheek softly. “Still.”
Your eyes move to the brunch he’s making and you wonder. “Is all the food finished? I kept some meals for you in the fridge, did you finish them?” Your brother grunts, going back to preparing his food, “No, there’s still some left. I just wanted a sandwich.” Nodding, you watch him finish making his food and wash his hands. You’re about to go to your room and take a shower when he murmurs. “Were you with him? Jeonghan?” He juts his chin out to point to the couple of Chanel bags you brought with you, yet another gift from Jeonghan. For no reason, you get shy. “Yeah.” You fiddle with your fingers, watching your sibling carefully.
He hums, “Did you see this?” He pushes a magazine that was lying on the kitchen counter towards you. Frowning, you pick it up to be graced by a picture of you and Jeonghan on the front cover of a gossip tabloid. It’s taken from behind, his body mostly covering you as you two walk by the sidewalk. Your face isn’t fully visible but anybody who knows you can tell it’s you. In bold letters, it asks about your identity, or to be exact, Yoon Jeonghan’s latest lover’s identity and part of you is glad that they actually don’t have any info about you, just suspicions.
You had asked Jeonghan at the beginning of your relationship to keep your identity a secret for you and the sake of your brother, as everyone loved talking about Jeonghan’s latest notch to the bedpost and a little warmth spreads in your chest to see that he really didn’t let anyone know anything about you. With a sigh, you put the magazine back in its place. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not…I just sometimes worry about you.” Chan says. “It’s just- Yoon Jeonghan isn’t exactly the gentleman type you know. I don’t want you to get hurt because of him. I mean, I was quite surprised at first but I thought it wasn’t serious since he doesn’t…you know, stay with one person for a long time. I don’t want him to…use you.”
It’s the first time you are hearing Chan express his concerns regarding Jeonghan and to be honest, you sensed some hesitation when you first told him that you were seeing him. Nevertheless, a small smile sets on your face as you reach for his hands, “Chan, it’s okay. I’m fine. He isn’t using me or anything.” You stroke his knuckles soothingly. He watches you in silence for a beat and you can feel the gears in his head moving. The next words are what you expected from him but still, they fluster you.
“He isn’t… like- paying you for se-”
“It’s not like that!” You scoff immediately, probably a bit too defensively. But it’s true. Jeonghan is not paying you for sleeping with him, hell the first time you ever slept with him was last night. He’s paying you for your company so there is a difference. Getting yourself together, you give him a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing like that, I promise.”
Chan observes you silently for a second before nodding. “Okay. If you are good then I’m good too.” Smiling wistfully you let go of his hands. “I’ll take a shower now.” Reaching for the bags you’re about to step towards your room but Chan’s voice stops you. “Do you really like him? Jeonghan?”
His words make you freeze in your spot. However, the reply comes easily. “Yeah, I do.” It’s only after you have uttered the words that you realize how scarily true they are.
Later that evening you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop, staring at the tabloids you found about you and Jeonghan. All the shots are taken from behind or far away; some of them are from when Jeonghan took you to one too many brunch dates. Sighing, you read the speculations about you; not one from high society, which is true. Closing your laptop you lean against your headboard, numerous thoughts running through your head. The prime one is that you have feelings for Jeonghan, your freaking sugar daddy.
You often had butterflies on your stomach when you were with him and you thought you had managed to bury them deep within you but no. Now that you are not in the man’s presence, you think about him, slowly, clearly and the depth of your feelings frighten you immensely.
Jeonghan is so easy to like. He’s funny and charming once you get to know him but also intimidating and scary when he needs to be. You have mostly come across his playful and charming side, as he loved teasing you and pranking you now and then. You have fallen for many of his white lies, only to be told that it was a prank and then get laughed at your face. But you couldn’t be mad. His toothy grin and bright laughter warmed your heart and the way he’d hug you while laughing made your heart race, making you join him in his laughter. His soft giggles when he’s tipsy made you want to kiss him and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he could never leave.
Thoughts about him often plagued your mind, an inappropriate amount for a sugar baby to think about her sugar daddy. Because deep down you imagined him as more than that, more than a source of money, which he showers you with. You see him as a companion, a friend and a lover. And you want him to be more. So much more.
The thought brings tears to your eyes as you scoff at yourself. How could you become like this? Jeonghan isn’t that type of guy, it is a fact. His words from earlier in the morning rub salt into your wounds. He doesn’t want to marry or date. He said he likes being free which means none of that. The most committed or maybe lengthy relationship he has ever had is probably with you as it is still existing after two months. That brings hope to your hopeless heart. Maybe he actually feels something about you but he is hiding it like a habit. Maybe he wants to truly be with you. Maybe that’s why he calls everyday to check up on you, take you to nice, thoughtful dates, calls you over to simply hang out.
Maybe, maybe.
Or maybe, he does this to all his lovers, no matter if he’s with them for a few hours or a few days. The thought makes you pathetically jealous. It’s unbelievably silly how much you want his smile and laughter and teasing and company reserved only for you. You want him, you want all of him but life is never that easy.
A ping from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts as you reach for the device to check it and sure enough, it’s the devil himself.
[jeonghan]heyyy babe, how you doing?
[you] just chilling. hby? Working?
[jeonghan] Unfortunately yes, babe. just can’t seem to finish them. I’d rather be with you ;)
His text makes you grin like a fool.
[you] Me too when will I see you again?
[jeonghan] Soon actually. There’s a party I need to attend this tuesday and you are coming with me. I’ll have a collection of dresses for you at my place to choose from.
Another party? You definitely don’t mind if that means you get to have his company.
[you]Great! Can’t wait!!
[jeonghan] Me neither. I’ve to get back to work, darling. Goodnight, dream of me ;)
[you]You too
Closing your phone, you clutch it to your chest, staring at the ceiling. A simple text from him has your heart thudding loudly and you are once again reminded of your feelings for him. You can convince yourself all day all night but the bottom line will be that you like Jeonghan.
Too much.
You are on your way home after getting some groceries on Tuesday afternoon when you come across a pleasant surprise. Just as you are about to enter your building, you find Mingyu, Chan’s best friend, there, about to go inside. “Mingyu!” You call for him with a smile. His head whips towards you and a large grin spread across his face. “Noona! Hey!” He calls as you take quick steps towards him.
“Chan isn’t at home. He said he was going to the library.” You inform the man towering you, assuming he’s here for your brother. “Oh,” Mingyu murmurs. “It’s alright. I have some good news to share with you.”
“With me?” You arch a brow, surprised. “What is it?”
A shy hand moves to scratch his neck as Mingyu smiles softly. “I got a job. A modeling gig.” Your eyes widen, “Oh my god, Mingyu! That’s so great! Congratulations!” You grin, genuinely feeling happy for him. You’ve known Mingyu since he was in high school with Chan and he often came over with your brother after class. He comes from a struggling family; his single mother working hard to take care of him and his sister so this is a great piece of news to hear.
“Thanks,noona,” he murmurs shyly, making you smile. You can totally see why he got the job. He is blessed with extremely good visuals and height so it’d be a loss for anybody who rejected him. “Does Chan know?” You ask. He nods, “Yeah, I told him yesterday. Anyway, the main thing is, I wanted you to join us for a dinner. It’s my treat.”
“Me?” You are surprised but also touched as you point a finger at yourself. “Aw, Mingyu, you don’t have to treat me. Treat yourself and your friends.” A cute pout appears on his face. “Oh come on, noona. You are my friend too. I need to pay you back for all the times you let me stay over and bought me and Chan snacks. Let me treat you to barbeque, please.”
His words warm your heart as the memories come back to you. It feels like ages ago when they were in high school, doing assignments till the night and then him and your brother passing out in your living room. You smile fondly at the memory but before you can reply a hand wraps around your waist from nowhere, making you almost jump out of your skin. With a gasp, you whip your head to the side and find Jeonghan, grinning toothily but something is different—
Oh.
He has dyed his hair from blond to black and you almost don’t recognize him at first. While you stare at him, still processing his sudden appearance, he speaks, flashing a grin at Mingyu, “Barbeque? I wanna go too.”
Poor Mingyu looks utterly confused and you playfully glare at Jeonghan. “Hey, why are you here so early? I thought you were at work.”
“Mhmm. Was finished early,” he hums, placing a huge kiss on your cheek, making your eyes widen. Mingyu looks at the interaction and blinks confusedly. You feel flustered. “Oh erm, Jeonghan, this is Mingyu, Chan’s best friend. And Mingyu, this is Jeonghan uh-”
Shit. What do you introduce Jeonghan as? ’Hi Mingyu he’s my sugar daddy’? You’re about to say friend when Jeonghan pipes in, “Boyfriend. I’m ____’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you, kid.”
A sour look sets on Mingyu’s face and you assume probably because Jeonghan called him a kid. He chuckles rather awkwardly, “Wow…you are dating, noona? I’ve seen him before, I think. Wait, are you Jeonghan of Yoon Corporations?”
“In the flesh,” Jeonghan smiles a cocky smile. “Oh,” Mingyu falls silent and there is a moment of tension as you look nervously between the two men before Jeonghan announces. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mingi but me and ____ need to get going now.”
“Mingyu!” You pinch his waist, scowling at him. “His name is Mingyu, Jeonghan!”
“Oh, my bad.” Jeonghan grins and you have a feeling he did that on purpose. With a sigh, you smile apologetically at Mingyu, “It was really nice seeing you, Gyu. And congratulations again.”
“Yeah, thanks noona,” he murmurs. “I’ll get going now.” He waves at you with a small smile before turning around and briskly walking away. As soon as he’s out of sight, you jab Jeonghan’s arm. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you! You sacred that poor guy!” Jeonghan shrugs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “Well, that poor guy has a crush on you.”
“No! He doesn’t!” You hiss, cheeks fuming. To be honest you always thought Mingyu may or may not have a little crush on you but hearing someone say it out loud makes you flustered. It isn’t anything serious anyway. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going now.”
“B-but I just came from the store. I haven’t even showered yet. You shouldn’t be here until two more hours you know.” Your eyes narrow at him. Jeonghan hums, pulling you in the direction of his car, “Mhmm, you can shower at my place. Come on.”
“Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!”
A few hours later you sit next to Jeonghan in his limo, on the way to the event. Jeonghan said it is a small one because it is taking place on a weekday and that you can leave early, so you haven’t dressed up much. Humming a tune, he looks outside, one of his hands resting on your thigh, playing with the silky material of your dress.
You take your time appreciating his features, his pretty, glinting eyes, his prominent cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose and down to his deep Cupid’s bow and his perfectly shaped lips that you want to keep kissing and kissing. Without much thought, you scoot closer to him, resting your body against his as you put your head on his shoulder, making him look at you. His hands move to interlock with yours which sends your heartbeat in a frenzy and you can’t help but think how cozy and homey it feels.
“You know, you introduced yourself as my boyfriend earlier.” You whisper, making him chuckle softly, “Yeah. Couldn’t really say I was your sugar daddy. Already scared the kid enough.” You roll your eyes at his words but your heart sinks a little at them. You had hoped that maybe, maybehe felt something more for you that led him to say those words. Sighing quietly, you keep resting your head against his shoulder and stare at your hand in his, your heart deflating like a popped balloon.
“By the way, did you think about what I said that day?”
Confused, you blink at him before realizing what he’s referring to. Jeonghan had proposed you re-enter college and finish your degree which you couldn’t complete because of your parents’ sudden death and the burden of loans along with Chan’s school fees; saying that he will pay for everything. You are the older sibling and Chan’s guardian so you dropped out of college and started working to make sure your brother accomplished what you couldn’t.
You have had quite some time to think about it but it just doesn’t feel right, him paying for your tuition fees when he already showers you in opulence. Sure, his offer was tempting, really so; you could finally finish your studies and get an actual job but he’s being too generous. It feels wrong; college tuitions are in no way cheap, at least to you and just accepting it like that doesn’t sit right with you.
“There you go again, overthinking,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you back to the present. “Why are you thinking about this so much, babe? You’re an amazing person and you deserve to get that degree. If you think I’m pitying you, then stop right there. I have the ability so I just want to help you accomplish something you couldn’t earlier.” He murmurs, his voice sincere.
Your heart softens at his words.“I know, Jeonghan. It’s just- too much. I mean you have no reason to pay for my-”
“You’re my sugar baby. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“And you do!” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Okay. Instead of just taking the money like that, I’ll accept it as a loan. When I graduate I’m going to pay you back.” You decide, your voice firm making him sigh out of frustration. He watches you for a few seconds and realizes this is what you’ll accept so he holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, fine fine. I’ll give it to you as a loan.”
You grin victoriously, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek, whispering a sultry, “Thank you, daddy.” Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, feigning anger but you can see the playfulness dance in his eyes. “You love being a brat, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releas
—Lover | c.sc (M)
pairing ➳ dom!Seungcheol x sub!inexperienced!female reader
genre ➳ sugar daddy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of theSugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.
warnings ➳ okayy let’s see, profanities, reader is shy and timid, she is also a simp, age gap tho it isn’t mentioned, lying, insecurities, mention of terminal illness, dom/sub dynamics, explicit sexual content: multiple sex scenes, daddy kink obviously, kissing, a little degradation (slut), marking, big dicc! cheol, one tit slap, one spank, a little fingering, a lil clit biting? tit worshipping, male oral, choking, virgin sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys, this is just fiction!), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie, seggs so gud she passes out, lots of emotions that needs to be addressed, Cheol is kind of an asshole at times?
word count ➳ 15.7k (grab your popcorn besties)
synopsis➳the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn’t seem all that keen on returning your feelings.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // lover- taylor swift // power- ellie goulding // sugar- maroom 5 // tell it to my heart- meduza // guys my age- hey violet // tie a cherry- cl // only- lee hi // king of my heart- taylor swift // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // i like it when you love me- oh wonder.
a/n: First of all happy new year guysss(even tho I’m late) and secondly, it’s hereee!!! The first installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice is here!! I’m so excited, goshh. This is my first time writing explicit smut so idk how good it was (lemme know, wink wonk). For me it was hard af like I had no idea it was so draining to write smut?? Lmao anyways. Tbh when I thought of doing a sugar daddy fic, the first member I could think of was Cheol. I mean- HES A LITERAL DILF OKAY, he has the looks, the money, everything so ofc I had to do my first ever sg fic centering him. I hope y'all have a great time reading this and anticipate Joshua and Jeonghan’s story which will probably take another couple months to be posted, sorry! Happy reading and I’ll see y'all in hell( I can’t believe I wrote this WTF )
Your ass hurts.
It hurts so bad that you feel like the skin has come off and it has been set on fire. But that pain doesn’t even come close to the fear and anxiety you feel right now as you watch the godly handsome man glare at you, his eyes shooting fire towards you like laser beams. His secretary or assistant or something dabs away at the stain on his pristine dark blue suit jacket with extreme caution; careful not to spread the stain further. The stain you just gave him.
In your defense, it was accidental but you aren’t totally guilt free. You were too busy daydreaming about the man; the one currently sending daggers your way, to notice he was getting up from his seat to take his leave. Somehow your clumsy, pathetic self lost her balance and ended up tossing all the hot coffee that you were about to serve another table on him- mainly his suit while you land ass first on the floor. You are truly thankful that the man was wearing his suit otherwise he would have been burned pretty bad and by now you would probably be on your way to jail for burning somebody.
“Fuck! Stop it!” The man, also known as Mr. Choi bats the other man’s hand away from his jacket as he takes it off, still glaring at you, probably cursing you too in his mind while you sit unmoving on the floor, stupidly gaping at him.
“Oh my god! We’re so so sorry, sir!” From somewhere Tanz rushes towards the crime scene and helps you get up, while continuously bowing to the man in apology. “That was an accident. Please forgive us, sir. We’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”
“Forget it!” His voice booms, clearly annoyed as he mutters something to the other man who rushes out of the restaurant. “Do you know what you have done? How I could have been burned? I have a business meeting for fucks sake.” He hisses at you while dabbing at the light patch of brown that has seeped on his crisp white shirt from the jacket.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper meekly, head hanging low in shame, cringing at yourself. Way to make an impression. Tanz is about to say something but the man speaks again, this time directed at her, “If this is how your employees treat their customers then you should probably think about hiring new ones.” He snaps before turning on his heel and marching out of the place.
The hushed chatter returns as obnoxiously rich people stare at you and gossip while Tanz pushes you towards the kitchen. “Wow. So you like spilling coffee on men that you like? Is that your way of telling them that you are interested?” She raises a brow at you making you flustered. “I swear, it was an accident! I just- slipped somehow…I’m so sorry.”
She sighs, rubbing her forehead. “It’s okay. As long as he doesn’t file a complaint about us. And if he doesn’t do that, be sure he’s never coming back. He doesn’t wanna get his pretty face burned next time.” Tanz jokes but you don’t really find it amusing.
Mr. Choi has been your harmless crush for a while now, well he definitely was harmless until now. He’s one of the regular customers here, showing up almost everyday whether to have breakfast or to grab a cup of coffee. He always leaves the most generous tips which are a given for a billionaire like him. You have seen his face on magazines and the internet before as he is a hot topic of discussion because of his extreme success at a young age. Not only is he blessed with extremely good looks but he also doesn’t lack intelligence and pairing it up with his communication skills and straightforwardness, he has managed to build an entire empire fairly young. And you just spilled hot coffee on someone like him.
Tanz takes pity on your traumatized state and lets you go home early, where you crawl under your blankets and try to wipe the cringy memory off your mind. You can only hope he does the same.
Sitting here, waiting for the stranger to appear is nerve wracking. Well, he isn’t a complete stranger if you consider the messages you exchanged with him over the past week.
You still can’t believe you signed up on a freaking sugar daddy website and then started chatting with some dude who you have no idea is real or not and now you are here, waiting for the said dude at a cafe. This all truly feels surreal now. Sure, the man seemed fun and nice over texts but you have no idea what he looks like and if he truly has the capability to be a sugar daddy. In his profile, it said his name is Scoups and his age is 32. That’s all you know about the man you are going to meet. You don’t have any idea what he looks like because his profile picture was rather vague, a capture of his silhouette rather than his profile.
He had asked if he could meet you in this cafe last night and thinking about all your accumulating bills, you said yes. He even specifically told you where to sit, the third table from the entrance by the window. Now you sit here tapping your foot nervously, contemplating your decision and waiting for the man to show up. You can’t even look for him and only hope that he manages to recognize you from your profile picture.
You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize a man is standing in front of you. Peeking up to look at him, your heart almost lurches out of your chest at the sight. Mr. Choi stands in front of you in all his glory, a confused look on his face as he judges you with a raised brow. Your throat tightens.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” He’s incredulous. You get nervous for no reason. You fiddle with your hands as they flail wildly and blurt out, “I- you told me to c-come here. We- we have been talking through that website-”
“What the fuck are you saying? I was supposed to meet some investors he- wait a second!” Some sort of revelation flashes across his eyes as he clenches his jaw and tightens his fist. You half expect him to start throwing punches but instead, he yells, “Fuck! Yoon Jeonghan!” He grits his teeth as he produces his phone from his breast pocket and quickly dials a number before walking away, leaving you completely bewildered.
You sit there as minutes pass by, baffled at the situation. Out of all people, he had to be your match? Or maybe it wasn’t him. God, you’re confused. When you are sure he has left for good and you should too, he reappears at your table, an annoyed look resting on his face.
He sits down on the chair across you with a disturbed grunt, before undoing the button of his jacket and releasing a deep breath. You sit there frozen, too nervous to speak or move, only watching the beautiful man in front of you rubbing his temples. He begins, “I have to clear things up. This is a setup, done by my dear friend. He was the one who you have been talking to on that website. He set me up to this, saying that we were meeting some investors. I had no idea I was gonna meet a…sugar baby.” He mutters dryly, undoubtedly displeased with everything. Dumbly, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”
What are you even sorry for? Oh yeah, spilling coffee on his jacket.
He lets out a mirthless chuckle, “It’s really ironic meeting you. God the confusion I felt when I saw you sitting here.” He shakes his head at the memory as you grow more embarrassed. “Anyway, I think we’re done here. Sorry to let you down but if you want to meet my friend I can give you his number.” His tone is dismissive as he prepares to leave but stops in his tracks when a ping comes from his phone. He opens the device to check the text and a frown settles on his face upon reading it. He sits still for a while, staring at the screen while you do the same, waiting for his next move.
And it surprises you.
“On a second thought, I don’t mind being a sugar daddy.” He announces as he gets comfortable in the chair again and you gulp, wondering what that text said that made him change his mind so quickly. Silently, you wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t, instead starts scanning you top to bottom. You grow flustered under his scrutinizing gaze, shuffling in your seat as you wonder if he likes what he sees or feels repelled. It’s probably the latter.
“I have some specific demands that need to be met. One, if I’m being precise. You do that and I pay you generously.”
You swallow. “What is it?”
“I need someone to show up with me on family functions and other events. You see, my family has been pressuring me to find a significant other and me showing up with a girl will really keep them off my ass.” He states, getting to the point immediately as you sit there, processing his words. His proposition sounds almost unreal, too easy. He continues, “I’m willing to pay whatever your requirement is. If you agree, then I’m gonna prepare a contract which will carry all the details of this arrangement.” He sounds so formal like he’s doing business which in a way, he is and his authoritativeness makes you stumble over your words as you gather your thoughts.
“I…I don’t mind I guess. I have loans to pay off so…I’m willing.” You whisper. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this means you have to get physical with him, which you definitely don’t mind but the thought makes your throat dry. As if he can read your mind, he speaks, “Don’t worry about sex. I’m not looking for anything physical. But if you are willing then we can. However, that is not a priority. We can take it one at a time.” His bluntness makes your face burn as you nod timidly, looking away. When you offer nothing more he sits up straight. “ Well, then, Miss ____, I take it you’re willing?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Good. My secretary will contact you soon. We can meet up and discuss the contract.” He throws a professional smile at you, a pleasure-doing-business-with-you-with-you smile as he fishes out his wallet and pulls out a couple of hundred dollar bills. To your utter surprise, he pushes them towards you. “Thank you for your time.” Is all he says before he stands up and marches away, leaving you to sit there shocked, horrified even as you stare at the bills sitting on the table.
Two hundred dollars?
For what? Like twenty minutes? Is this what it feels like to be a sugar baby? Half of you feel ashamed while the other half feels giddy as you reach for the notes. You have to put your pride aside if you want to pay off your loans and accomplish your dreams. Also, it’s not like this is illegal or you begged him for this. He willingly gave you two hundred dollars! With a soft smile on your lips, you put the notes in your purse and head home.
A couple of days later, true to his words, Seungcheol’s secretary calls you, letting you know that his boss wants to have dinner with you and go over the contract. Due to the occasion, you take out the best piece of clothing you own; a mid-length black evening dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugs your body nicely and pray that it makes you look decent and presentable. Seungcheol is kind enough to send his car to pick you up and take you to the restaurant.
When you arrive, Seungcheol is already there, waiting for you in one of the private dining areas. Dressed in a grey suit and pants which are a little crinkled right now, it is evident that he had a long day. But somehow, he manages to look perfectly put together and attractive, his intimidating aura ever present. “Good evening, Miss ____.”
He greets as he sees you enter and with a shy greeting, you quickly sit down opposite to him. The room is spacious, designed with wood and minimalistic decorations as a table sits at the center, surrounded by a couple of chairs. Seungcheol pushes the menu resting on the table towards you. “Order whatever you please. Then we can start discussing the contract.”
So you do that quickly as the waiter arrives and pours some champagne on your glasses. As a means of easing your nerves, you quickly gulp it down.
“Now, since this is a contract, I expect you to be completely honest and tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. This won’t work if you don’t tell me your worries,” Seungcheol begins, pushing the written contract towards you. Tentatively, you pick up the piece of paper. “I’ve listed my requirements here. You can add yours if you have any. And if you disagree with any of these then we can discuss it.” He states, leaning back on his chair and taking a sip of the bubbling drink. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you read over the contract and you are pretty surprised over its simplicity.
They don’t contain many clauses, just a few; none of the parties are allowed to have any other relationships while in this contract, prices are negotiable if they do not satisfy the sugar baby, sexual relationship is not a must but it can be initiated with the consent of both parties and lastly, if any of the parties want to break off this arrangement, they can do so without any questions asked. You set down the paper with a hum and Seungcheol asks, “Okay? Would you like to add anything?”
“No, I think this is fine.” You say, making him nod and fetch a pen from his pocket. “You can always add something later if you feel like it. I want this to be beneficial for both of us. This way, we both get what we want, don’t we?” Nodding, you scribble your sign at the bottom of the paper, next to his. You feel like you have done something huge, something that will change your life and it will. He is literally your sugar daddy now. Which reminds you.
“Oh, thank you for that money…that day. You… didn’t have to do it, really.” You whisper. Seungcheol shrugs, his tone bored, “I’m your sugar daddy, aren’t I? Besides, you were scammed in a way. Only felt right to compensate you. Jeonghan says he’s sorry, by the way.” Biting your lip, you nod, unable to come up with a reply.
“Okay, now.” Seungcheol puts his hands on the table, his serious gaze making you squirm in your seat. “My parents are hosting a charity event this weekend. And you will be accompanying me.”
“This weekend?” You let out an unceremonious gasp. He raises a brow, “Yes. Do you have plans? I will pay you handsomely.” The mention of money makes you flush as you quickly shake your head, “No no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean it’s in two days and I don’t have any time to prepare my dr-”
“Everything will be taken care of, ___.” He pins you down with his gaze. “You just need to show up. I will have a pair of stylists and make-up artists at my place this Saturday. You can get ready there.”
“O-okay. Thank you.” You mutter, feeling a little intimated.
“Good.” Seungcheol smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you, Miss ____.”
After that, there’s a pause in the air as dinner is served and you both start eating in relative silence. “I did some background check on you. You’re a business major, I see.” Seungcheol states somewhere between the dinner. “Yes, I am.” You speak.
“You have quite an excellent score. Why don’t you come to my company for an internship.” The idea is enticing but you are already in a rather special relationship with this man so the idea of him being your boss too isn’t really the most pleasing. It is true that you are preparing your résumé for some internships as you need money to pay off your loans as the diner’s pay isn’t helping with too much. “T-thank you for your offer, Mr. Choi. But I don’t think I will.” He raises a brow at you but doesn’t speak further, instead sips the champagne. “You are not interested in an internship?”
“I- I was but not anymore. I mean, with our new arrangement,” heat flares all through your face “I-I think I’ll keep working at the diner and save up. I actually want to open my own shop.” You whisper, confessing your dream to him suddenly making you shy.
What does he think of you? Is he judging you? Laughing at you?
“What shop?”
“A flower shop,” you breathe, looking at your lap. He’s silent for a while before nodding, “A flower shop, huh? Interesting.” He muses and you cringe inwardly thinking he’s probably laughing at you. Before you can stop yourself you explain, “You see my mother used to have a garden when I was young. I really liked watching her tending to the garden with so much love and before I knew it I started to do the same too. She loved roses, half of our garden was full of them. I just…I don’t know, I want to work with flowers.” You don’t know why you are blabbering about this to pretty much a stranger and you half expect him to roll his eyes and say whatever but you watch him nod, almost understandingly.
“That’s great. We’ll drink to that. I hope you can open your shop soon.” He raises his glass and you quickly grab yours, clinking it with him, whispering a ‘cheers’.
It has been two months since that night and God, your life has turned completely upside down. If someone said this was gonna be your life a few months back, you would have flipped them off but lord, it is. You have attended quite a few events with Seungcheol in the span of the last couple of months and after each event, the amount that was dropped in your bank account was mind boggling, almost filthy. You have once tried talking to Seungcheol about it, saying he did not have to pay that much every time but he just shrugged and said that’s what you deserve for giving him your time. And you certainly can’t complain.
With the current flow of cash, in just a few weeks you can finish paying all your debts and actually start working on setting up your shop.
Other than the obscene about of money, there are gifts. So much of it that bags of Channel and Dior and Gucci and Louis Vuitton and Prada lie around your apartment now because after every party you attend with Seungcheol, he lets you take home the expensive dresses and shoes as gifts. You have tasted the most luxurious wines and champagnes, tried a variety of delicacies, rode cars worth a million dollars and whatnot. It has been an overwhelming but also a learning experience as you got to experience how the filthy rich people lived. And it is easy to get used to because coming from a struggling family, when you have diamonds and rubies on your neck and fingers, you truly can’t complain too much. But every now and then you tell Seungcheol to take it easy and tone it down just a little.
Seungcheol,right. The man who is now at the center of your universe. He’s an enigma, just like gravity as he keeps pulling you closer and closer yet leaving you unsatisfied. You don’t really know what you expected Seungcheol to be but it’s definitely not this. He’s attentive and respectful but also very professional. While this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship may sound really intimate to others, it’s nowhere near that for the two of you. It’s fair to say you are extremely surprised at how Seungcheol keeps his distance and never tries to initiate anything with you.
You have been playing the role of Seungcheol’s arm candy slash companion, nothing more or less. So far you have attended four events with him, the first one being his family charity. His parents surprised you, in the best way. While you expected them to make rude comments and judge you down to your pores, they were welcoming and chatty and easy to get along with, like the rest of his family. His mother was the life of the party, talking and laughing and drinking nonstop, her vibe a lot younger than her age.
After that event, you attended two more office parties, followed by an evening party taken place after Seungcheol launched another new business. That night is the most unforgettable as you were flocked with paparazzi coming at you from all directions and throwing questions left and right. However, Seungcheol handed them efficiently, shielding you from the blinding flashes with his large frame as he answered the questions for you. He has always made sure that you felt comfortable and always made you feel included in conversations. And for someone with a soft heart like yours, his attention and politeness towards you have increased the teeny tiny crush you had on him to tenfold.
How can you not like someone as charming as him? Sure, he has kept you at an arm’s length, never sharing anything too personal with you nor asking anything personal about you but the sight of him in a suit, engrossed in his work, his ring clad fingers massaging his temples is enough to make you forget everything and fall for him harder. Seungcheol pays you to show up with him at events and while you were first interested in luxurious parties and fine dining events, you’ve soon lost interest in them; now too busy gawking at Seungcheol. The events now bore you but you certainly aren’t complaining when you get to be by the side of a man like Seungcheol.
The way he shows up in expensive suits, tailored just perfectly and free of a single crease and the way he brushes his slicked hair back while talking or the way his adam’s apple bobs when he sips champagne or the way his biceps flex when he buttons his suit is good enough to drive you insane. Simply speaking, it looks like you’ve got it down bad for someone who is clearly not interested in a relationship. You remember asking him about this on the way home after one of his parties.
“Why don’t you just…date?”
Your question catches him off guard by the look on his face as he raises a rather judgemental brow at you. Flustered, you’re about to apologize for being nosy when he sighs. “Too much work.”
“Huh?” You blink at him. “Dating. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen people around me fall in love and then fall apart in the worst ways and I don’t want to be like them. I’m not ready for commitment or the effort and responsibilities that come with a relationship only for it to end and cause me headaches. It feels like a burden to me.”
“Oh.” You murmur. “But it could be fun too. If you find the right person, I mean.” Your voice fades into a whisper. A small unamused smile rests on his face. “That’s the thing. Finding the right person. I don’t think there is someone like that. At least for me.”
“Well, you never know until you search.” You speak wondering why the hell you are pushing him to find love. Maybe because deep down that’s what you wish from him, to love you. Seungcheol stares at you for a while, your eyes not leaving his as you watch the city lights reflect in them. The moment is broken when a frown mars his beautiful face as he snaps, “Well. As I said, I’m not interested.”
His rejection definitely hurt you but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the next day Seungcheol announced that you would be accompanying him to Paris this weekend for a two-day business trip. The news came out of nowhere and smacked you on the face but you were too excited to complain how short of a time he gave you to prepare. Seungcheol dealt with all the paperwork work and a few days later you were accompanying him to Paris in his private jet.
It has been a couple of hours since you have landed and checked into the hotel suite. Seungcheol is currently taking a shower as you stand on the balcony, watching the Eiffel tower in the distance as the dusk fell.
You are still in the process of processing that all this is real and you are truly in Paris, staying in a fucking penthouse suite which unfortunately or fortunately has two bedrooms because Seungcheol claimed he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, sipping a wine whose name you can’t even pronounce. All thanks to your dear sugar daddy. The word still feels foreign on your tongue and you haven’t called him that out loud but oftentimes, your mind wonders if he’d like to be called that in bed. You are yet to find out if you have a daddy kink which seems like it won’t happen soon given how professional Seungcheol has been with you.
Your wandering thoughts come to a halt as Seungcheol appears from the bathroom, half naked, just grey pajama pants hanging low on his hips and you almost choke on your wine. Making a quick excuse you dash to the bathroom, seeking shelter from the defined, absolutely perfect muscles all over his chest and abdomen. This sugar baby thing is proving to be a lot harder than you thought but hey, at least you are getting paid enough.
The next day Seungcheol meets his business partners in an early breakfast meeting as you get your beauty sleep in the fluffy white pillows and blankets. Later that evening you prepare for the after party as you put on a champagne colored silk evening dress, another luxurious purchase by Seungcheol. With your makeup done, you are putting on your earrings when Seungcheol pads into your room, dressed in the finest white suit you’ve ever seen. There’s a white turtleneck underneath it and a Chanel brooch pin rests on one of the lapels of his collar. His hair is styled back in a rather messy way as the smaller strands lay scattered on the sides of his forehead and you have this terrible urge to run your fingers through them. He simply looks delectable.
You watch him with bated breath for a while before his voice brings you back to reality. “Are you finished?”
“Yeah, um, I just need to put my shoes on,” you reply fumbling for your pumps. Seungcheol watches you for a second, his eyes scanning you top to bottom before he gives you a soft smile and steps out of the room, leaving you to finish getting ready.
This party is like every other, men talking about capitalist things and women showing off their jewels to each other. You sit on a chair by the long table full of sweets and fruits, helping yourself with a piece of strawberry as you sip on the rose champagne and watch Seungcheol converse with his business partners. Well, he stays silent mostly while the men surrounding him talk and this is the first time you have seen Seungcheol look so disinterested. His eyes keep wandering around and often landing on you and when they do, he holds his gaze, eyes boring into yours even though he’s on the other side of the room. As you finish your strawberry Seungcheol excuses himself from his friends and stalks over to you. “Boring, isn’t it?” He raises a brow at you.
“I’m surprised to hear that from you.” You send a teasing smile on his way. He laughs softly, “I know. I’m kind of regretting making them partners. They just don’t know when to shut their traps.” He sighs, grabbing a champagne flute and finishing it in one go. “Well, would you like to leave then?” You ask. “Now?” He frowns. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”
You shrug. “We can just have it back in the hotel if that’s okay with you.” Seungcheol seems to ponder that idea for a second before he reaches out for your hand, surprising you. “Let’s do that. I’ve had a long day.” Nodding you follow him, your hands linked with his as you excuse yourselves from the party and head towards Seungcheol’s limo.
Tonight the air between the two of you feels different, charged with palpable tension. Seungcheol, who only have ever touched the small of your back or pressed the slightest kisses on your temple as a public display of affection has been keeping his hands a lot more on you today. Like right now.
His hand rests on your thigh casually as you sit next to him on the limo, your heart thudding loudly when he absentmindedly starts stroking the flesh. You take a tentative look at him, his eyes focused outside, his brows furrowed a little. His face is so close to you, just mere inches apart and you can even count his beautiful, long lashes. And you have this insane urge to kiss every inch of his face, press your lips against him and feel the softness.
Your body seems to take matters into its hand as you feel yourself move and press your lips softly against like sharp jawline. Seungcheol is pleasantly shocked as he turns to face you, the hand on your thigh tightening. Holding your breath you watch him, waiting for him to react. He does by cupping your cheek, dark eyes watching you closely. And then he leans closer, pressing his lips on your cheek before trailing down towards your lips. He then stops and observes you for a while, his warm breath kissing your face, the heated desire in his eyes making your heart race.
And then he presses his lips on the corner of yours gently, as if testing the waters. Your soft gasp and tightening hold on his jacket ease his worries as he attaches his lips to yours softly. He takes his sweet time kissing your lips as you sit there frozen, the fact that this is happening stunning you. When he gently prods his tongue into your mouth you grab his jacket, breath hitching as fireworks spread through your body.
Perilously you kiss him back, hands snaking around his neck as he somehow shifts you onto his lap. Your heart rings in your ears loudly, thrilled to finally, finally taste the man you have been utterly besotted to.
He tastes like pure luxury, fine and deep and obsessive leaving you moaning for more. He removes his lips from yours to trail them down your neck, starting from your jaw as soft gasps leave your mouth. You throw your head back once his lips meet your sensitive spots and half unconsciously you start grinding yourself against his thigh. You seem to have lost your mind, your brain overflowing with some sort of horny hormones probably because your period is coming or because of the unfairly sexy man underneath you. However, your passionate moment is hindered as the car comes to a halt making you snap out of your reverie.
Face heated, you scramble to get off his lap while he lets you, an unaffected look resting on his face as if he didn’t just eat your face. Getting off the car as fast as possible you march inside the hotel and go straight for the elevator. Seungcheol follows you close by and after one awkward, full of tension elevator ride later you reach the suite and as soon as Seungcheol unlocks it, you almost make a beeline for your room, too ashamed to face him after your little make out session. But his voice stops you in your tracks.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asks suddenly, his face solemn. The sincerity in his tone makes you feel a little guilty. “No!” You signify. “I just- um, I really liked it but I’m afraid you didn’t and I crossed a line or something…” You trail off nervously, eyes low in embarrassment. He watches you amusedly for a while before stepping towards you and tilting your head up with a finger.
The proximity of his body next to yours paired with his scalding gaze have your knees shaking but you swallow and meet his eyes. “Trust me, you didn’t cross any line.” His deep voice reverberates as he leans closer, his lips a breath away from your ear. “I liked that a lot, in fact.” He whispers, trailing his lips from your cheek to your earlobe as he softly bites the flesh. Your hands clutch on his jacket tightly as you mewl, legs shaking. You can’t believe how embarrassingly wet you are from one makeout session.
“Wait!” You speak, making him step back immediately with a frown and you hate how you miss his warmth. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea so you keep your hands on his jacket as you look down and whisper your embarrassing truth. “I- you should know…that…I’ve never done this before. I’m- I’m-” you can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence so keep your head down in shame, scared that he’s gonna back out now. For a moment nothing happens and you feel like disappearing into thin air, before he cups your cheek and guides your face up.
“That’s okay. What I need to know is,” His eyes darken visibly, turning into pools of lava, “Do you really want this? Do you want me?” He utters, his lips a breath away from yours. “Y-yes, I do.” He didn’t even touch you but you are already gasping for air, the thoughts of him corrupting you sending shivers down your spine.
Watching you for a beat he leans closer and attaches his lips to yours, gently at first. When a soft, pleasured gasp leaves your mouth he grows bolder, pushing his tongue inside and claiming your mouth once again and biting your lips to the point it’s swollen. The kiss is raw, filled with molten lust as he somehow manages to guide you both towards the master bedroom your lips always connected to his plump ones.
When you both stand in front of the huge bed, you almost lose your balance due to your lust-riddled brain but he is quick to grab your waist rather roughly and pulls you close while his other hand ventures downwards, groping your ass. He kisses you until you are breathless and then pulls back to look at your already fucked out state, your doe eyes watching him with so much eagerness.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, eyes on your swollen lips that are parted just a little.
With a gentle hand, he reaches for the straps of your gown and lets them fall off your shoulders before his hands dance on your back, tugging down the zipper in a smooth motion. He steps back just a little bit, waiting for you to step out of your dress and shyly you do so. The dress doesn’t let you wear a bra so your bare breasts are exposed to the chilly air, making your nipples harden immediately. You’re about to cover yourself out of shame when he grabs your wrists. “Don’t.” Is all he says, his voice gentle yet commanding and you nod vigorously like a puppet.
He begins by pressing kisses on your shoulders and then your breasts as his hands work on massaging them simultaneously. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and torturing it with his tongue until you are arching towards him with a moan and bunching the sheets in your fists. “You are so beautiful when you moan for me darling, don’t stop.” He mouths with a cheeky smile before doing the same to your other breast, all the while watching your reaction and you are so lost in sensations that you don’t realize he has taken off his suit jacket sometime while pleasing you.
Then he stops for a moment, pushing you back into the pillows behind you and sitting on his knees as he takes off his turtleneck. His body is truly a sight for sore eyes, chiseled abs all over and you have this urge to kiss every inch of his porcelain skin. Smirking at how you ogle him he then reaches for his pants, tugging them off too. Left in his boxers only which shows a clear outline of his hard length, you can’t help but mewl out a please. Your desperation makes him cockier and he decides to tease you a little further.
Leaning down, he presses sweet kisses on your belly before going down, eyes connecting with yours every so often. He kisses your covered core once before tugging off your panties and tossing them aside, making you gasp and without a delay he spreads your legs open, staring at your core. You feel your whole body heat up with embarrassment and you want to close your legs but you can’t because of his strong grip. It frustrates you how slow he is, too busy eye fucking you and enjoying your neediness. Throwing the sexiest smirk at you that has your pussy leaking, he leans down and attaches his lips against your core.
You almost scream bloody murder.
His mouth moves expertly against your most sensitive spot as he messily sucks and laps at your core. Your hands fist on his hair as you almost arch off the bed when you feel his warm tongue prodding at your entrance. “Fuck! Daddy!” And the word leaves your lips somehow which makes Seungcheol stop his ministrations on you. He leans back to look at you and you are so embarrassed you hope that the bed would swallow you up.
You’re about to open your mouth to apologize but he says, “What did you call me?” His deep baritone has you gushing again as his smoldering eyes pin you down. “D-daddy.” You whisper. “Good. Scream that when I make you come.” The confidence and authority in his voice are enough to almost make you come as he dives back in with renewed vigor.
He’s merciless, prodding your hole relentlessly with his tongue, alternating sucks and nips on your clit. It sets fireworks all through you and you feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten in pleasure. “So fucking good baby. You taste so sweet.” He grunts, face pressed against your mound and his words paired with the lewd sight between your legs has your cunt throbbing.
Soon enough you find yourself on the precipice of an orgasm which washes over you when he gently nips your clit before giving it a harsh suck. You scream as you hurl down an orgasm, your first, real orgasm as Seungcheol holds your shaking body down.
Before you can even come back from your high, he continues, kissing your pussy aggressively while adding a finger and then two and the sudden stretch in your tight hole has you coming again in mere seconds, this time your orgasm stronger, setting your nerve endings on fire as you scream his name.
He sits back once done, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you twitch underneath him, vision q little blurry. He makes a show of licking his lips which glisten with your arousal before leaning down by supporting himself on his elbows and capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue and the filthiness of his act sends a new rush of arousal through your body.
“Do you want me to continue?” He asks and though his concern warms your heart you can’t help the groan. “Yes, yes! Of course.” You almost yell. Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he moves back and rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, then, if we’re gonna do it, we have to do it bare because I don’t have a condom with me. But I assure you, I’m clean and I’ll pull out.” He says, his eyes focused on your face to catch any hint of hesitation and honestly, you don’t give a fuck. You’ll do just about anything to have his dick inside you right now.
“I’m on the pill so I’m fine.” You pant, reaching for him to pull him close. Smirking, he grabs your wrists midway and pins them above your head. Lazily he whispers in your ear, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself. Understand?” You answer him with an enthusiastic nod but he isn’t satisfied as he lands a sudden slap on your tit making you squeal. “Yes, daddy! Yes!” You heave for breaths, pussy throbbing as his rough treatment.
Once happy he works on removing his boxers and when they come off you almost drool, mouth hanging open at the sight. His cock is utterly beautiful, long and thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you swallow, thinking about how deliciously it’s gonna stretch you, if you can even take it in the first place.
“Like what you see?” His tone is smug and you can only nod. He gives your pussy a few rubs, spreading your arousal before lining his cock up to your entrance, intense eyes watching you as he whispers, “Deep breaths baby. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, alright? I’ll stop immediately.” You can only nod, grabbing his biceps for support as you feel his tip entering followed by some inches and just that feeling has you on the brink of exploding. Sharp pain and pleasure surge through you but what steals most of your focus is how incredibly full you feel. Your breath hitches and you tense up as he gradually pushes in, mewling, “Ah- s-so b-big.”
Above you Seungcheol grits his teeth as he keeps pushing inside steadily and you wonder just how big his cock is when it finally stops and you let out the breath you were holding. “Alright?” Seungcheol asks. You nod your head taking in a couple deep breaths, pulling him closer as an indication to continue. And he does. Lazily he pulls back until the tip of his dick rests inside you and then he thrusts, so hard that you scream out loud as he hits that spot inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds choked.
“Oh god!” you’re wail, head full of bliss as your mouth hangs open in pleasure. The ethereal sight of him on top of you, sweaty, full of lust has you moaning and clenching. You wrap your arms tightly around his strong back, nails digging onto his skin as he increases his pace. “Feel good? You want more, little girl?”
His words make you gush around him. “Yes! Yes, daddy! I want more. Give it to me!” You whine deliriously, clinging onto him. He grunts, doubling his pace if that’s even possible. You feel like you are gonna break into two, in the best possible way as he keeps hitting your sweet spot that has you moaning like a whore and you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Keep screaming my name. Who’s making you feel this good?” He hisses in your ear, thrusting erratically. “You daddy! You! Seungcheol! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You mewl.
“Oh yeah? So easily? Cum then. Milk my cock dry.” He bites your earlobe as one of his hands reaches down to circle your clit in tight motions making you shudder violently. You feel like you are gonna burst and you do actually. The coil in your belly snaps and with a raw scream of his name you come, pussy spasming erratically. Seungcheol hisses on top of you as he feels your arousal coat him but continues his ruthless pace, his thrusts so deep the bed shakes.
He’s merciless, continuing his torture on your clit even after you come and oversensitivity settles. “Seungcheol, please…” You gasp, unsure what you are even begging for. “One more. You can do one more,” he huffs before whispering, “Where do you want me to come baby?” He pants, hands rubbing your clit tirelessly.
“Inside! C-come in me, daddy!” You’re delirious, the thought of him filling you up sends your body into overdrive as he pinches your clit, making you come once more with a scream of his name. The orgasm ripples through you like tsunami waves, shaking your whole body and making your toes curl as your fingernails dig into his back. He comes with you, warm spurts of his seed filling you up continuously, so much that some of it leak out. The warm feeling of his release inside your pussy and his sweet sucking on your neck is the last thing you remember before passing out.
When you return to earth it’s morning and your whole body hurts. The sun filters through the silk curtains, making you squint as you struggle to sit up. The ache between your legs is ever present, making the memories of last night flood back in. At that thought, you look around the room only to see no signs of Seungcheol. Is he gone for a meeting? The bedside clock reads 9:05 am.
Damn, how long have you been passed out for? You didn’t even have dinner last night. At the thought of food, your stomach growls and you scramble to get out of bed, awkwardly moving your legs after the treatment Seungcheol gave to your pussy last night. The thought has you feeling flustered as you pad outside of the bedroom and find Seungcheol sitting on one of the dining chairs, a newspaper in his hands.
A soft gasp leaves you as you didn’t expect to see him. He looks up and the corners of his lips turn upward just slightly, “Hello there. Good morning.”
“G-good morning,” you fumble with the hem of your (his) shirt as you stand there awkwardly, face and neck heating up with embarrassment. “Sleep well?” He asks, his tone almost teasing and you nod shyly. “Good.” He folds the newspaper and stands up, fixing his t-shirt. “Take some medicine. I’m sure it hurts. Was I too rough last night? You literally passed out on me.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you only shake your head no and mumble out an apology. He steps towards you and lifts your face up with a finger. “Don’t be. Did you have a good time?” The sincerity and integrity on his face steal your breath away. “Y-yes, thank you.” You breathe, hypnotized by his eyes. He nods and steps back, announcing. “Have breakfast and get ready. We’re gonna go for sightseeing today.”
“Oh? You don’t have any meetings?” You can’t hide the astonishment in your tone.
“No. We’re in Paris baby. And it’s your first time. It’s a shame if we leave just like this.” He says as he puts on his watch. “I’ll be downstairs. Take your time.” He sends a smile your way before stepping out of the suite and despite the ache all over your body you move around quickly, excitement bubbling over.
The day is spent driving around in Seungcheol’s Porsche as he takes you to visit museums, cafes, stores and whatnot. You return home in the evening with hands full of bags from luxury brands and tonight you two crash into bed early, both of you exhausted from running around all day. Tonight you sleep next to him and he doesn’t comment on it, probably because he passes out the second he lies down and soon you do too.
After an early flight the next day, you return home with too many gifts and unforgettable memories and a fat wad of cash in your bank account. Then you fall back into your daily routine, morning at the diner then attending the flower decoration class and then back to home. Seungcheol seems to have fallen into his busy routine too as he hasn’t asked you to come over for the past week and the texts from him have been short and simple. Though his lack of attention hurts you a little bit, you push that feeling down and go on with your life. Seungcheol had suggested to you some plots for your shop and you start looking into them, deciding on which would be the best for you.
One Thursday after your flower decoration classes, you text Seungcheol, asking if you can meet him. It has been a while since you saw him physically and can’t stop yourself from reaching out to him first. When his text says he’s free in the evening, you bounce up and down with giddiness.
You arrive at his penthouse a little after 8. Seungcheol opens the door soon after you ring the bell, his hair damp and you can tell he’s fresh out of the shower. He smells so good, fresh and minty and you have to stop yourself from hugging him. In the back of your mind, you wonder how great it’d be if he was your boyfriend.
Get it together.
Smiling from ear to ear you greet him. “Hi! I hope I’m not disturbing.”
“No, it’s fine. Come in.” He steps away as you walk inside and get rid of your coat.
“Would you like some wine? I’ve asked the chef to prepare dinner for us.”
“Oh, sure. And you didn’t have to do that,” you say bashfully as you sit on one of the breakfast stools and rest your hands on the marble countertop. You watch as Seungcheol moves around the kitchen, the thin t-shirt not really hiding his buff figure. His biceps flex as he unscrews the wine bottle and you swallow. He looks more muscular than the last time you saw him and you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you.
Sliding a glass of wine towards you he sits on the opposite stool, brushing a hand through his hair and fluffing it. “How have you been? I’ve been really busy the past week.”
“Yeah, I’m doing good. My flower decorating lessons are almost over.” You take a sip of the cool drink.
“Good. Have you looked into the plots I suggested?” He takes a sip of his wine. For a distracted moment, you gape at his jawline and how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Uhm, y-yeah. They’re all really nice.” You whisper, looking away. He nods, finishing his wine. “Take your time. When you decide on one let me know. I’ll take care of your paperwork.”
“Thank you,” you smile before reaching for your bag that sits beside you. From inside you pull out your gift for him, which is the main reason you wanted to see him today. “This is for you. I made this today,” you whisper shyly as you push the bouquet of dried flowers towards him. They are a combination of dried pink and red camellias, white clovers and red roses, all tied together with a white satin ribbon. Seungcheol raises a surprised brow at the present as he takes it in his hand and examines it.
“They are dried flowers. They’ll last forever, you know. You don’t have to take care of them.” You explain nervously.
You shouldn’t really be giving this gift to him. Last forever? Why would he want to keep something from you forever? You have let your emotions get the best of you. You want him to have something that’ll remind you of him after all this is over; that is if he actually keeps this stupid gift. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch him anxiously, hoping he’ll be blind enough and just accept it as a simple gift.
“Thanks. They are beautiful,” he comments, setting the flowers down on the counter and you let out a breath of relief.
That night after dinner and too many glasses of wine you end up in Seungcheol’s bed where he claims you as his own, all over again. You scream his name on the top of your lungs and by the time dawn rolls around, you’re passed out completely. When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself alone in his large bed and a note resting on the bedside table, telling you that there is breakfast if you want and to check your bank account.
Sure enough, there is another new load of cash when you open your banking app, the amount staring back at you almost tauntingly. Accepting money from him has started to become harder and harder and you know very well you won’t be able to continue this for long. You also know very well that Seungcheol will let you go without any questions asked but that’s the problem. You want to stay. With him. Even if this is the way you can. You always end up feeling cheap and filthy at the end but you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself.
A couple of days later you accompany Seungcheol to yet another evening party, dressed in a teal gown and pearls in your neck and ears. It is boring like every other party and Seungcheol seems to feel it too. He sticks by your side mostly instead of entertaining his business partners who, you have noticed, does a poor job of keeping their lusty eyes off of you. You have overheard one particular Mr. Wang asking Seungcheol about you and if he’s willing to share. The look Seungcheol sent his way made him look like he was about to piss his pants and after threatening to cut off all business ties with him, Seungcheol stuck by your side and hasn’t left since.
“Should we just leave? Let’s eat at my place. We can order whatever you like.” Seungcheol offers and you are quick to agree. Getting to be with Seungcheol alone is something you can never refuse. Especially if that means you can leave this dull party.
And so you head home with him, picking up dinner on the way which you share over a nice bottle of Dom Perignon. He talks about his upcoming plans and you talk about your schedules regarding your shop as you finish dinner. Then the conversation dulls down as you both enjoy the wine in comfortable silence.
You sip on the drink and take your sweet time watching his beautiful profile, burning the image deep into your memory. From his thick brows to his long lashes, his structured nose and his plump pink lips and his adam’s apple, you ingrain every detail into your mind.
Maybe it’s the overflowing amount of alcohol in your blood or the fact that you are deeply, madly in love with him which you once again realized, that you speak the words. “You’re such a great person, Seungcheol. Whoever you marry is gonna be so lucky.” Half of you can’t believe you said that out loud and how utterly smitten you sounded.
He stares at you for a moment, contemplating your words before responding, “Thank you, ____. But I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon, if ever.”
“Why not?” You whisper, tracing the rim of the wine glass with your fingertips. The fact that he once again is denying any thoughts of marriage or love hurting you. “You’re such an amazing person. You’re smart, talented, passionate, hard-working-”
“Yeah but that all gets dumped by the amount I make.” Seungcheol frowns. “At the end of the day, money and power is everything, is it not? If there’s a scope to get even more of that, they leave, no matter how passionateorsmartyou are.” His tone sounds mocking, almost.
“Not everyone is like that,” you remark, even though you feel like a hypocrite. The relationship you have with him is solely based on money. Sure you said yes to being his sugar baby because you were in need but also because you always found him attractive, not because of his money, just because of him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t just date you in a normal way so to get a taste of him, to get a touch of a luxury like him, you said yes because that’s the only way someone like you can have someone like him nearby. “There are people out there who will love you just because of you. Not because of your money or anything else.”
He raises a brow at you, almost challengingly, probably indicating your relationship with him. You can’t help but cringe in your seat.
“Hmm, I doubt that. Take my father for an example. He was whipped for my mother. At first, he thought she loved him equally, maybe she did but it’d all change after I was born. She’d be too busy for us, for me, always outside, shopping and splurging and meeting men half her age. But even after all that my father forgave her, didn’t push her away. And that angers me more. Why would he do that to himself? It doesn’t make any sense. My mother used him.”
At the mention of his mother, your mind brings up the images of her at their charity event, her bubbly and outgoing persona dominating the crowd. She wasn’t like how you expected someone her age to be but she didn’t seem like a neglectful or a bad person either. But who can say how what happens behind closed doors.
“That doesn’t mean you will end up like that too.” Is all you can whisper, hoping to bring him some solace.
“You sound awfully sure and I’m not sure if I like that.” His eyes narrow on you as his demeanor starts to change. His voice turns cold and you feel like there’s suddenly a wall between the two of you. But your alcohol riddled brain keeps going on, “Maybe I am. Because it is true. Everyone’s lives are different. You may not end up like your father. You just need to open your heart-”
“You should stop,” he interrupts you, his icy stare boring into you. You watch him like a lost puppy as he abruptly stands up, to leave this conversation you assume. You do too but not for the same cause.
“Why are you so stubborn!” You can’t stop yourself from accusing him. You sound desperate and pathetic and hopeless even to your own ears but you continue. “Don’t you see what an amazing man you are? That there are many who’ll kill to be by your side not because of the baggage that comes with you but simply because you are a wonderful person! Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you deny yourself the happiness you deserve?” You’re yelling at this point, tears brimming in your eyes as you two face each other. His eyes blaze with anger and you can literally see him fuming when he hollers, “Remind me since when my business became yourconcern!”
You scowl at him, clenching your fists, anger seeping into your veins. This is so stupid. You hate how desperate you are and you hate how right he is. This truly is none of your business. Seungcheol seethes, “If we are to continue this relationship then you need to know your place. Otherwise, it’s better if we just part ways.”
A tear streaks down your cheek as you feel this aching void starting to form in your heart. You find yourself whispering, “I am in love with you, Seungcheol. I just…love you.”
His eyes widen, alarmingly. There’s a look of disbelief on his face. He almost looks betrayed, like you did the worst possible thing to him. Considering how he despises love, that is probably true. In silence, you two stare at each other as you wait for him to say something, do something. He clenches his jaw and then rakes his hand through his hair frustratedly before blowing out a loud breath.
“I think you should leave ____.” His voice is quiet, extremely so. It’s barely audible but you hear it loud and clear. His eyes lack any emotion and you know he has once again put up his walls, like many times before. Still, you stand immobile in your spot for a while, soaking up his words, the realization that this is over for good washing over you.
He’s done with you and now he’s showing you out the door. And you can’t do anything to protest. You’ve lost your voice. So with one last longing look at his beautiful face, you grab your purse and coat with a shaking hand and carry your slumping body towards his door. He doesn’t say anything, do anything and you don’t look back, channeling all your energy into getting out of here instead of collapsing in front of him
As soon as you step out of his building a gust of cold air hits you on the face. You stand there in silence, letting the cold wind numb your face, the same feeling blooming in your heart. You shiver slightly as you stand like a statue, staring hard at the ground. The past few months that you have spent with Seungcheol wash over you like huge tsunami waves and you feel overwhelmed and pathetic and broken. You are wrung out of your self pity when you feel droplets of water fall on your head. Lo
Lilac Lace | k.mg (M)
genre ➳ roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.
pairing ➳ roomate!Mingyu x female!reader
warnings ➳ profanities, too much domesticity even tho they ain’t dating, lots of awkward convos? yn is horny af, pinning, kissing, an underwear thief , male masturbation, yn spies on him , size kinkkk, dom!Gyu, panty sniffing, fingering, dirty talk, female oral, massive dicc mingyu, titty sucking, marking, unprotected sex(don’t do this irl), virgin sex(surprise?), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare.
word count ➳ 6.8k
synopsis➳without much options left on your hands, you become Mingyu’s roommate. things take a wild turn after a few weeks.
A/N: This was supposed to come out on the 6th but we all know the news regarding wonwoo(may his mom rip) so it was only right to postpone it. A late happy birthday to dear Mingyu. Ik the banner is shitty so let’s just ignore it. As always, let me know your thoughts and I’ll retire to my penthouse in hell <3.
“I mean it’s the opportunity of a lifetime man. Why are you hesitating?” Seokmin groans in frustration from beside as you sit and stare at the cafeteria table as if burning holes into it will bring you answers.
“I know it is!” You cry. “I just— I don’t know…I’ve never lived with a guy before. What if he’s messy? What if he doesn’t clean up after himself? What if he stinks?”
Jeonghan sighs exhaustedly from opposite you, rubbing his hand frustratedly over his face. “Everyone on this campus knows how clean and neat Mingyu keeps his house! Is that really your concern?”
No, it actually isn’t.
The concern is that you have a teeny tiny crush on Kim Mingyu. And you’re not sure if rooming with him will help this fleeting feeling. But it’s also true that you’ve never been roommates with a guy before. You’ve lived by yourself ever since you got into college no matter how much your parents forbade you. It was until last week that your landlord abruptly announced that he was going to sell the whole building, giving you two weeks to pack your things and move out.
It doesn’t help that it’s the middle of the senior year and all the dorms are completely booked. It will take months to get an empty room if you are lucky. And the prices of one-bedroom apartments, even studio apartments near your campus are astonishingly high and way out of the budget for a college student with limited funds like you. So when Jeonghan announces that Mingyu has a spare room in his apartment and doesn’t mind a roommate, in fact, is looking for one, the idea definitely tempts you. But your feelings make you think twice.
What if he’s noisy? What if he brings a different girl over each night? It is no news how the whole campus crushes on Mingyu’s extremely blessed visuals, height, body, mannerisms— the list will go on. Everybody, including you, agrees that they’ve never seen a person as perfect as him. Which makes it all harder to share a house with him.
But you don’t have the luxury to ponder over it because you have about five days until your stupid landlord kicks you out. The best option you have now is to stay with Mingyu until you’ve found another solution.
“You know you’re lucky.” Seungkwan pouts, sipping on his iced americano. “Mingyu’s house is one hell of a place, trust me. And you get to stay there paying half the rent. I’m jealous of you. I lived there so you can take my word. I can’t believe that beanpole kicked me out just because I left tangerine peels on the coffee table once.” He mutters under his breath, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “That was because you didn’t pay rent, idiot.”
The younger man glares at him, pinching his arm as Jeonghan groans in pain, making you roll your eyes at their antics.
“You know what,” you sigh, finally arriving at a conclusion. “I’ll take the offer.”
-
Sharing a house with Mingyu proves to be an extreme sport. The sport being ‘try not to fall for the husband material of a man he is.’
Like, the man is the epitome of perfect. It has been a little less than a month since you’ve moved in and the way Mingyu has been treating you is definitely not good for your heart. You thought they didn’t make guys like this anymore but here he is, respectful, polite, neat and handsome as fuck.
The day you moved in, you had arrived to see his apartment clean and pristine, not a speck of dust anywhere as you marveled at how beautiful the place was. It was sleek, modern and spacious; something very few college students got, especially with the amount of money you agreed to pay. He later told you the landlord is a close friend of his family so he offered this place to them at a minimum price.
Mingyu had settled in the master bedroom so you took the second spare bedroom without hesitation. Though your room is a bit smaller than his, it’s still spacious, having enough room to fit all your stuff that you brought in two pieces of luggage.
Mingyu had some ground rules established and you were more than happy to follow them. Clean after yourself, do not enter each other’s room without permission, if you’re having people over let your roommate know beforehand. These are no issues; you are actually glad because you hold the same mindset and it sets boundaries.
The issue, however, is the way Mingyu walks around the house half naked. You were first blessed (tortured) with the sight one morning, on a weekend, when you had just woke up and stumbled into the kitchen looking like a little gremlin to make yourself a coffee. As you downed a glass of water, he appeared from his room, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of Mingyu’s perfectly sculpted, taut chest and biceps made you choke on the water as he rushed closer to you, asking what was wrong with a worried look on his face. You literally ran from him, seeking refuge in your room where you stayed locked up all day to recover from the harrowing memory.
Another issue is how kind and helpful he is, diving the chores evenly, cooking every night, helping you with your papers whenever you were stuck, helping you reach the top shelves when you were looking for something.
Right.
It was no news how tall he was but whenever he’d appear next to you, you would feel like a microorganism, his immensely bulky form towering over you. He didn’t hesitate to tease you, making harmless jokes about how tiny you are which sent your heart racing and face burning.
Maybe the only imperfect thing about him was his clumsiness but honestly, you find it endearing. It makes you adore him even more; how he completely forgets how giant he is and bumps into things, how he often drops utensils while cooking and then picks them up with a sheepish smile. It all makes your heart race.
Your roommate, Kim Mingyu, his simple existence makes your heart race.
Like right now, as you watch him stir fry the shrimp for the fried rice he’s making, wearing a sleeveless tee that shows off his ungodly thick biceps. You are supposed to be studying, your laptop and notes sprawled out on the coffee table but your eyes keep wandering over to him, how his biceps bulge whenever he grips the pan as he hums a tune, too lost in his own head to notice your stare. Swallowing, you reach for your water bottle beside you for the nth time, trying to quench the thirst that water will not satisfy. You wonder how it’d feel to be wrapped around those humongous arms and you desperately wish he’d just pick you up and throw y—
“You’re not hungry yet are you?” He suddenly questions, making your eyes widen as you snap out of your thoughts and quickly avert your eyes like he can read the scandalous thoughts going through your mind. “Um- n-no. No, I’m not.”
He smiles, “Good. I’m planning on making some stir fried tofu. Your favorite.”
“Thanks, Mingyu.” You offer him a kind smile, trying not to stare at his arms or broad shoulders as he busies himself again.
That night, long after you have gone to bed, you toss and turn, trying hard to sleep which never comes. Your body is tired but your mind isn’t, probably because you are still thinking about how much you want to be dicked down by Mingyu.
When you realize you won’t be able to sleep this way, you get out of bed and pad towards the dining room to get yourself a cool glass of water. You don’t bother turning on the light as there is sufficient light coming not only from the outside but also from the small led bulb above the kitchen counter.
As you gulp down the cool liquid, a tiny sliver of light catches your attention and you realize it’s coming from Mingyu’s bedroom. It’s nearly one am but Mingyu has a habit of staying up late and finishing his work, so it doesn’t come across as a surprise. However, as you set the glass down and start heading back to your room, a noise alerts you, making you stop in your tracks.
You remain still, holding your breath and focusing on the sound which doesn’t return for a while. Just when you’re about to decide you heard wrong, it floats through again and you hear it clearly this time.
A moan. A deep, throaty moan.
Shit.
Your eyes widen as you realize what that must mean. A civil, well-mannered person would ignore it and give him his privacy but you’re none of that so you start tiptoeing towards Mingyu’s room. All types of thoughts race through your mind. Did he bring a girl home? But he didn’t mention anything and neither did he go outside. This leaves one possibility: he’s pleasuring himself.
As you stand right by his door, your ears on alert, the sounds become much clearer and you rub your thighs subconsciously. The little gap between the door and the doorframe is not enough to see what’s inside so you take a deep breath and decide: fuck it.
Without much thinking, your shaky hands move, praying he doesn’t notice as you push the door ever so slightly as it creates barely a one-inch gap. Small but enough for you to peek in. Which you do.
Mingyu lies in his bed, his back resting against a bunch of pillows as half lays there. But that is not the cause of your concern. The issue is how he’s half naked, his pajamas bunched around his knees as his cock stands up proudly. Eyes closed tightly in bliss, his hand fists around the flesh of this length, up and down repeatedly as soft grunts slip from his lips.
Your throat dries up.
But you have yet to see, you realize, as your eyes shift over to his other hand in which lies a small piece of clothing. With your life in your hands, you move even closer to the door and squint, holding your breath. When he shifts and opens his fist, you realize what the material is.
It’s your underwear.
Your. Underwear.
It’s your favorite lilac purple underwear with lace seams. The one that went missing a couple of days ago. You thought you had somehow misplaced it but looks like you are wrong because your roommate has it.
But that’s not the concern.
Mingyu is jerking off to your fucking underwear.
What the actual fuck?
And there’s more in store for you as Mingyu’s hands move to bring your panty towards his face and absolutely mortified, you watch with bated breath as he holds it over his nose and takes a deep inhale.
Your legs nearly give up.
Like a shameless, horny bitch you stay rooted to your spot and watch as Mingyu’s moans increase in pitch, his hands moving faster on his cock, eyes tightly shut and your panties on his face. The erotic sight has your pussy leaking.
It is the epitome of filth and sin. Nothing can company to how vulgar yet erotic this feels. Half of you just want to barge in and jump on top of him, make him help you with the ache between your legs while the other half wants to run to the north pole, never wanting to face this man again.
A particular deep groan jolts you out of your head as you watch your roommate reach his climax, his deep moans echoing in your ears as his body slightly arches off the bed, thick spurts of cum flying out of his large cock.
And then silence.
Mingyu lays on his bed, a hand over his head as he catches his breath while you do so on the other side of the door. It’s like you’ve run a marathon. Beads of sweat shine on your forehead as your heart rings loudly in your ears, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core.
You need to leave now if you don’t want to get caught snooping.
The little sensible part of your brain hisses at you, making your feet move as you carefully, shakily, tiptoe back into your room, your throat now dryer than it originally was.
-
For the next few days, you avoid Mingyu like plague. You know how crazy you look, how obvious it is but you can’t help how your mind displays the sight of his naked body whenever you see his face and how your pussy starts throbbing. At first, Mingyu brushed it off but now he looks at you with concern and you feel extremely bad.
But what do you say to him?
Hey, I snooped on you like a creep as you jerked off and also, do you mind returning my favorite panties?
“_____?” Mingyu snaps his fingers in front of your as you blink and look at him, realizing he’s been calling you for a while. “You okay?”
“Uhm- yep!” You manage the fakest smile. Mingyu’s face falls, “Stop lying. You’ve been so weird the past few days. Did I do something wrong?”
Oh god.
“No! No, not at all,” you immediately clarify, feeling guilty. “I just—” you stare helplessly at his face. “I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You whisper making him sigh.
He says nothing for a while and you expect him to scold you or something but he just says. “Okay. How about a movie tonight? It’ll help you get your mind off of the things you’re so worried about.”
The expectant and puppy-eyed look he gives you breaks your heart and you know you’d rather die than say no to that face. So you let out a defeated sigh and grit your teeth. “Okay.”
“Great!” He grins excitedly. “I’ll make some pasta! You can choose the movie!”
-
It’s nine pm when you two sit down with your food and start the movie. It’s a studio Ghibli movie, one you’ve watched many times but you don’t mind watching a few times more. You two sit on the couch, maintaining a certain distance from each other, watching the TV screen in silence as you stuff your face full of the pasta. Like always, Mingyu’s cooking is exceptional and you devour the food within the first ten minutes. All this thinking and worrying had you starving the entire day. As you refill your plate Mingyu gives you a happy smile seeing you enjoy his cooking.
Ten more minutes later your belly is full and your plate is clean like Mingyu’s and you two sip the red wine in silence. You haven’t been able to pay much attention to the movie, instead, feeling hyperaware of his proximity and how you can smell a faint whiff of his musky scent.
It does things to you.
Veryvery bad things.
Shifting in your seat, you try to push those thoughts away but they come back in stronger, bigger waves, making you want to bang your head against the wall in frustration. There’s no way you can live like this. You’ll go crazy or die from a heart attack.
Huffing, you chew on your lower lip and try to concentrate on the movie playing, your eyebrows unknowingly shaping into a frown which Mingyu seems to notice.
“You okay?” He asks making you blink a few times. “Do you feel sick or something?” He questions, genuinely concerned. You sigh, rubbing your temples and murmuring a 'no’ which doesn’t do much to convince Mingyu as you can feel his stare burning into your skin.
An awkward, tensed silence settles as the volume from the TV fades into the background due to the stillness in the air while you try to avoid Mingyu’s gaze and focus hard on the floor. But you can only do that for so long before growing restless. So, without much thinking, you throw caution in the air and meet his eyes.
“Have you…by any chance seen my underwear? It’s lilac in color. I can’t seem to find it.” Half of you feel unequivocally mortified at how bluntly you asked the question while the other half patiently waits for his answer, eyeing his reaction carefully.
And it is something that you expected. A tiny hint of red appears in his ears as he watches you with wide eyes, stuttering, “I- um, n-no I haven’t. I- I’ll keep an eye out though.”
Disappointed, you only nod, “Okay.”
“Is that what has been bothering you all day?” He asks tentatively.
“What? No!” Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. “I just- I just suddenly remembered it…”
“I see.” He watches you cautiously for a few beats before setting his eyes back on the TV screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you take a look at him and you realize he is thinking hard. Unlike before, there’s a little frown on his face, his focus not on the movie but somewhere deep in his thoughts.
You desperately wish he’d make a move, say something, do something. It doesn’t make sense for him to jerk off to your underwear unless he feels a special way about you? Or…is this a bad, perverted habit of his? Does he steal any woman’s underwear and jerk off to it?
“Mingyu?” You call for him, the thoughts racing in your head finally exhausting you and paired with the little liquid courage in your blood you ask. “Can be honest with me?”
You don’t miss the look of panic that flashes across his face. “Sure.”
“Do you… do you like me?” It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, so much that you want to cringe into yourself and disappear forever. Maybe he actually doesn’t like you and you are getting ahead of yourself. Now that you’ve laid out all your cards, dread swims through your every vein but there is no going back.
“W-what?” He half chokes.
“Do you like me?” You repeat, voice softer this time, your eyes pleading with him silently to say yes, to assure you that you haven’t made a fool out of yourself. Except he doesn’t say anything but gapes at you like you’ve grown another head on your shoulder. Disappointment starts to settle in your bones but you decide you won’t go down like a coward.
“Because…I like you. I like you…a lot Mingyu.” You whisper, eyes straying from him in shyness.
There. You’ve done it.
You should probably start looking for a new place to live.
“____…” He breathes your name softly, his voice a little shocked as if he didn’t just expect you to say that. Hell, you didn’t expect to say that.
“____,” he starts again, clearing his throat as you mentally prepare yourself for a rejection. You have half a heart to interrupt him and run but you decide to hear him out before doing something more stupid. “I- I like you too. I really like you.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Waiting for him to say it’s a prank, waiting for you to wake up from this dream because there is no way—
“W-what?” You choke.
Mingyu turns shy under your gaze. “I-…yeah. I like you…too.”
“Why- why didn’t you tell me!” Your voice is incredulous.
“Because I didn’t know that you liked me too!” He defends. “I didn’t want to confess and then make it uncomfortably for you to stay here. I…I don’t know. I just thought you didn’t like me back.”
“I’m literally crazy about you, you know…” You whisper bashfully. “I have had a crush on you since the junior year…like every other girl.”
Mingyu snorts. “Well, I’ve had a crush on you since you moved in. God, you’re just so… adorable. I saw you dancing in the kitchen in those skimpy shorts you wear one morning while making pancakes and…I just fell for you.”
“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment making Mingyu laugh. “You saw that!” You whine, embarrassed.
“Yes. I did.” He shuffles closer to you to pry your hands off your face and offers you a sweet smile, one that displays his canines. Your heart starts racing and you have this desperate urge to feel his lips against yours and just thinking about it makes your toes curl. So you whisper, eyes focused on his lips. “Will you kiss me, Mingyu?”
He looks surprised for a second before he grins cockily, “With pleasure,” and then captures your lips in a kiss. They melt against his soft flesh perfectly as he takes his sweet time, kissing you softly, passionately while his other hand cups your jawline to tilt your head.
Soft sighs of pleasure release from your lips as your hands bunch the fabric of his t-shirt in a tight grip. Mingyu pulls back for a second, locking his eyes with yours and the desire blazing in them has you embarrassingly wet. Desperate to feel him again you dive back in for another kiss, this one stronger and needier as you chase his tongue in desperate motions. His tongue wraps around yours, waltzing together and the sheer messiness of the act, the subtle taste of wine on his lips, the string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his, all have you desperately rutting on the couch. This is your wildest dream and it is coming true.
“Mingyu…” You pant. “I n-need you.”
He smirks. “You do baby? Where?” He softly trails his lips on your cheek before they hover over your ear. “Where does my pretty roommate need me?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear, making you whine softly. “I-inside me.”
He hums, satisfied, grabbing a little flesh of your neck between his teeth and sucking. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead latches his arms underneath the back of your thighs and lifts you, his feet quickly moving towards his bedroom where he drops you on the bed rather unceremoniously, hastily starting to take off his tee.
Biting your lip, you watch him with dilated pupils and bated breath as his sculpted figure comes into view. He’s extremely large and bulky, in all the right places which does not come to you as a surprise because you know how much of a gym rat he is. But seeing his protruding, firm muscles without any barrier for the first time has your throat dry, pussy wet and size kink shooting up the roof.
You really want him to throw you around like a fucking ball.
Mingyu watches you watching him hungrily and with a cocky smirk, he lets you enjoy the view for a while before he reaches for your shirt. “Let’s take this off, hmm?” You can only nod as you help him with the act and as soon as your top half is bare, his lips lock with yours once more, his hands traveling towards your breasts to cup them in his palm gently. Your body arches, moving towards his touch as he hums in satisfaction, massaging your soft flesh and kneading them in his large hands. When he’s had enough of your lips, his mouth ventures downwards, following the column of your neck and then your collarbone before stopping on your tits. He latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks hard, not breaking eye contact with you as you let out a high pitched moan.
“Aghhh!”
Seeing your response, he sucks harder before softly nipping around the sensitive bud and then moving onto your other breast, doing the same. Your hands tangle in his hair as you hold him against you, hooded eyes watching him devour you like you’re his last meal.
When he’s done marking your chest, he pulls back to watch your heated face; your hair a mess, temples coated with a sheen of perspiration, struggling to catch your breath before his hands work on removing your leggings. He tugs them off at once and the grin displaying on his face lets you know just how excited he is to see you clothed just in your panties. He inches his face towards your thigh where he presses soft slow kisses before tugging the flesh between his teeth. His lips move from the top of your thighs to your inner thighs where he increases the intensity of his ministrations before finally stopping on your clothed core. Taking a quick peek at your face and holding your gaze he traces his lips over the fabric of your underwear as arousal seeps from your core. His hands skim over your legs, his fingertips leaving tinglings in their wake before they reach to tug your panties.
“Wait- uhm!” You suddenly stop him, a thought occurring to you, voice shaky for no particular reason. Mingyu’s brows furrow in concern as he retracts his hands but you quickly reach for them and whisper. “Uhm…just be gentle. This is…my first time.”
His eyes widen like saucers making you cringe. Did you ruin the mood? Is he going to laugh at you? Unable to withstand his stare you hide your face in your hands, murmuring. “Don’t look at me like that.” Your voice is meek.
He clears his throat. “No! Uhm- I’m just surprised.” He murmurs. “I mean, you’re so hot and I thought…I don’t know…” His voice fades as you take a peek at him through your fingers and you can see a blush coating his face. How can a man be so adorable and hot at the same time?
“You think I’m hot?” You can’t help but tease.
“You’re realizing that now?” He rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re hot.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever. There’s a small moment of silence as you fidget, waiting for him to say or do something as you feel something unsaid hanging in the air. “Well…” He scratches the back of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time too.”
Your jaw hits the floor.
No way.
There is no way Kim Mingyu—
“You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was.”
His solemn and somewhat embarrassed look tells you he’s fully serious and let out a small, unceremonious noise of shock.
“I can’t believe you haven’t stuck your dick in something yet.” You murmur, voice laced with disbelief as you gape at him. He flinches at your words. “That’s one way to put it. I just— I don’t know. It just didn’t happen. I was this close though one time. Like, my pants were literally off and so was this girl’s but just as we were about to start her brother barged in—”
“Oh.” You interrupt, not really interested in hearing his failed attempt at having sex.
“Yeah, you get the point.” He mumbles, cheeks tinted pink. “Can we…return to what we were doing?”
“Y-yeah. Sure.” You chuckle breathily, the tingling sensation returning on your skin. Mingyu smiles as he shuffles closer to you and presses a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” You nod mindlessly as you hum and chase his lips, his addictive taste leaving you craving for more. So once again your lips tangle in a messy kiss and your hand hovers over the waistband of his shorts. Bravely, you tug at them and it captures Mingyu’s attention as he retracts his lips from yours and gives you a lazy smile. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Please.” You only beg.
He chuckles softly, a look of adoration on his face as he gives your cheek a peck that makes your heart dance happily. “All in good time, my love. Let’s get you prepared first.”
You swallow, watching him take off your panties which now have a damp spot in them and toss it behind him. His eyes stay glued to your core and you’re about to close your legs out of embarrassment when he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. “Be a good girl.” His eyes shine dangerously, his gravelly voice going straight to your pussy and you have half a heart to just jump on his dick.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pops a couple of his digits into his mouth, making a show of licking them which makes you lick your dry lips. Once his fingers are covered in his spit he moves them towards your pussy, gently stroking your lips, eyes never leaving yours, looking out for any signs of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts.” He murmurs softly rubbing your entrance before inserting one finger inside and immediately you fall back on the bed, a low groan leaving you.
“Good?” He asks.
“Mhmm. S-so good.” You sigh, bunching his sheets in your hands. Humming, Mingyu inserts a second finger before starting to move the two digits in tandem, curling them inside you and stretching your walls slowly. You continue to moan loudly, the feel of his fingers inside your velvety walls driving you mad. His name slips from your lips in lustful pants as he continues scissoring his fingers inside you, sometimes locking his eyes with you, giving you a look that tells you he wants to eat you alive.
Once you adjust to two fingers inside you, he pushes in a third, increasing his pace so much that you feel dizzy and taste your orgasm. “M-mingyu…make me come… please.”
“I will.” He promises before attaching his lips to your clit. “Fuck!” You scream as his lips come in contact with your swollen bud, legs thrashing around him. He flicks his tongue around your clit while working his fingers inside you and when he decides to pull the sensitive flesh of your clit between his teeth, your orgasm crashes you. Toes curling, you let out a wail as you feel the pleasure coarse through your veins, only intensified by his relentless sucking on your clit.
When you can’t take anymore, you half-heartedly try to pry him off of you. “Mingyu… I can’t.” He only hums, giving your clit one long suck before pulling back and sitting on his knees, a proud smile on his face, lips coated with your arousal.
He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself and feel his fingers deep inside your wet cavern. You moan around his digits, the dark look in his eyes setting sparks throughout your body. Once his fingers are clean he pulls you upwards, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He devours your face, your teeth and tongue clashing and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. His boner pokes into your lower belly, distracting you as you pull back from the kiss to take a look at him.
There’s a tent on his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his thick length which sends shivers down your spine. Instinctively, your hands reach for his member, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.
“Can I fuck you raw?” His blunt, abrupt question leaves you flustered.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
“Fuck, really?” He groans, closing his eyes for a second. “You’re perfect, you know. And don’t worry, I’m clean.”
“Me too,” you whisper, stealing another kiss from him. “Now t-take this off please.” You whisper. He only smiles sinisterly, pushing you back onto the bed. As you get comfortable against the pillows he shuffles and pries the clothing from his hips, never breaking eye contact with you. You try, really try to hold his gaze but you can’t, your eyes shifting over to the monster between his legs and you suck in a sharp breath. “F-fuck. It’s huge.” You blurt out.
The smuggest look settles on his face as he watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’ll make sure it fits, love.” He promises and you swallow in anticipation and nervousness. Crawling over to you in slow yet confident movements, he traps you underneath him with his thick arms— literally the size of your face, planting them on both sides of your head as his large, solid chest hovers over yours, his face mere inches away from yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel his breath and you are now more aroused than ever. His sheer size and how he manages to make you feel small and helpless have you mewling. “M-mingyu hurry, n-need you.” Your arms snake around his lower back, pulling him close, his dick brushing on your stomach.
“And here I thought you wanted me to be gentle.” He teases with a smile, leaning down to kiss your jawline before moving back and sitting on the balls of his feet as he spits on his fingers and brings them to lube his cock. Throat parched, you watch him like an eager kid, waiting for her candy.
He teases you as he fists his length and brings it closer to your core, tapping on your sensitive clit but not giving you what you need. Whining, your hips move forward to him, trying to chase his length. “Mingyu!”
He grins amusedly, before finally lining up his length with your pussy and whispers. “Let me know if it hurts, hmm?”
You nod eagerly, sinking your fingers into his broad back, preparing yourself for the stretch. Giving you a reassuring look, Mingyu pushes in and it’s heaven and hell and the same time as the pain of being stretched flickers through your body before you feel the pleasure.
“Fuck!” You scream and he’s just a few inches in. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasurably so, that you don’t know what to do with it. “Fuck fuck fuck-” you keep chanting as Mingyu breathes harshly above you. “You okay?”
“Y-yes. Keep going. S-slow.”
And so he does, pushing himself in, inch by inch and every time you think he’s fully inside he keeps on pushing. Finally, he stops and you can almost feel him inside your belly, your velvety walls stretched to their limits in the most pleasurable ways.
“So fucking tight.” Mingyu hisses as if he’s in pain. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around him, pulling him closer as you needily attach your lips to his. He kisses you softly, careful not to move inside you, one of his hands coming up to play with your breast as a distraction. You chase his tongue with yours, the feeling of his length inside you bringing you a different kind of high that leaves you needier for him.
“You’re so wet and tight I could just come right now.” The man on top of you breathes, his eyes clouded with lust and need. A weak chuckle leaves your lips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, sighing. “You can move now, I think.”
Grunting, Mingyu shifts inside you, pulling back fully before thrusting inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. You whine and moan as he builds up his pace, slowly at first until his thrusts hit the most sensitive part inside you in precise movements. His hips snap into you harder as your toes curl and the bed shakes, soft whines of need falling from your mouth.
“God- M-mingyu! You’re so…big.” You pant, glazed eyes watching him with need. He grunts. “Oh yeah? And you’re so fucking small. Makes you want to fuck you till you break, little girl.”
Your pussy clenches deliciously at that. “Please do.”
Mingyu scoffs, amused and aroused at the same time as he continues his ruthless pounding, his mouth coming down to your neck to paint the flesh with love bites. “Didn’t know you had a size kink, love. You’re so nasty I love it.” He whispers near your ear making you shiver.
You want to say me neither but the way he’s drilling his cock into you gives you a hard time forming a cohesive reply. Instead, your fingernails dig deeper into his back and your cries of need keep rising. “You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel you tightening around me.” Mingyu pants, his stormy eyes watching you with intent.
“P-please.” You whisper mindlessly. He hums, picking up his pace to the point you feel like the bed is gonna break along with your pussy as his lips hover over your breasts. He drags the plump flesh on your soft mounds, kissing them gently before wrapping his lips around your nipple and toying with it using his tongue. You moan in pleasure, the repeated flicks of his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive bud making you clench around him, a new wave of arousal seeping from your core. It only increases as he softly bites your nipple while one of his large hands moves over to your other breast, groping it and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
“Mingyu!” You cry. “Gonna cum!”
“Do it. Come around my cock. Wanna see you make a mess.” He grunts, latching his mouth on the nipple that was being tortured by his hands and moving it towards your clit. His fingers rub over your swollen nub in circular motions and you feel it. White hot pleasure thrums in your veins as the coil wound tightly in your belly snaps, making your body shake as you teeter over the edge.
Mingyu feels your tight walls spasm around him and he groans. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight I’m gonna come.” His fingers don’t stop playing with your clit even through your orgasm, instead brings you closer to another one as you feel it develop in your lower belly.
“Gonna c-come again,” your voice is barely above a whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure your body is experiencing. Mingyu only hums and softly commands. “Do it. Come with me.”
And you do. Your body almost arches off the bed as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your body experiencing another toe-curling orgasm. Mingyu comes with you, his warm seed filling you up as you ride your high, only prolonging it further. His eyes are screwed shut as he empties himself inside you and the erotic sight of him lost in pleasure makes you clench around him again even though you are extremely sensitive.
His body slumps, his weight and warmth blanketing you as you both catch your breath, his face buried in your neck. After a few seconds, he seems to realize he’s crushing you with his weight so he pulls out and sags beside you, wasting no time pulling you close. You wince as you feel him drip down your pussy but you’re okay with it, for now, the warmth and comfort of his arms making you forget about everything else.
You simply lie next to him, hearing him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall, his fingers dancing softly on your hipbone. When you almost doze off, he speaks, his voice gruff.
“How was it? You okay?” He supports his weight on his elbow and peeks a worried look at you. A lazy smile etches onto your face. “It was great. I’m really sore but it’s worth it.”
He chuckles quietly, bringing his lips onto your neck and pressing soft kisses that make you sigh in pleasure. “Mingyu?” You call for him softly, making him look at you. “Did you mean it? When you said you have a crush on me. This isn’t a one-time thing right?”
He looks a little offended. “Of course I meant it. And this definitely isn’t a one-time thing. I don’t think I can ever live without fucking you now.”
You flinch at his crude language but laugh nevertheless. “I could say the same.”
“Good.” He murmurs distractedly, his attention on nuzzling your neck. He seems to have an obsession with that part of your body. “Because there are so many places I want to fuck you against. On top of the list is against a wall.” Your pussy seems to be wide awake and alert at his words as you chide. “Mingyu!”
You feel him smile as he presses a kiss on your forehead and then lies back next to you. “After you’ve recovered of course.”
Humming happily, you wrap your arms around him, your face squishing against his chest. “I really like you, Gyu.” You whisper.
“I really like you too, love, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet.” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice but it’s harmless and you grin like a lovestruck fool. There’s a moment of silence after your confession until you remember something.
“Mingyu?” You peek up at his face. “Hmm?” His eyes meet yours.
“I think you have something to tell me.”
“What?” He blinks, confused. An evil smile crawls onto your face as you speak nonchalantly. “The other day…I saw you jerking off with my panties, you know.”
A look of sheer horror flashes across his eyes before his face turns red. Like he’s been zapped with electricity, he flies away from you and to the other end of his bed, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh my fucking God! I swear I can explain!”
Clutching your belly, you only laugh at his reaction.
You have got the explanation you wanted.
