SYNOPSIS. While Johnny and the rest of your swim team is abroad for a training bootcamp, you’re stuck at home with an injury. Everything’s fine until your boyfriend starts to miss you a little too much and your innocent texts turn into a not-so-innocent FaceTime call.
GENRE.established relationship!au, olympics!au, smut (minors:do not interact!) PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader
The whole Olympic swim team, minus you, was in sunny Southern California for a two-week boot camp. You sat out on this extra opportunity to train because you had sustained an injury while slipping by the poolside, and all Johnny Suh wanted to do was hop back on a plane to Korea and find his way back to you.
Training camps sucked, especially when they were abroad. There was nothing else but training during these sorts of things, where you were trapped in a bubble that you couldn’t escape. They pushed athletes harder than ever and at times, Johnny questioned whether or not being a professional swimmer was worth the exhaustion. The ache and pains. The constant checkups with doctors and physical therapists. The attack it had on his mental health. The medals. The fame and glory that came with the titles.
Johnny tried his best to talk himself out of these negative thoughts, knowing that his exhaustion was getting to him, but nothing worked. He wished he could just slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you for some sort of comfort. One more week, he thought to himself.
Johnny used to think that swimming—being in the water and moving with the waves—was his one true love. Much later down the line, he realized that he was wrong. The sport was something he was passionate about, yes, but there was something or someone he loved even more. The light of his life, his golden beam of sunshine, his best friend of several years, an Olympic gold medalist, and now, his loving girlfriend—you.
Themes: magical realism, dips into fantasy, college! ish au, heavy angst, humour, a couple of sex jokes, making out, kissing, na ‘the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math’ jaemin, almost trope, some talk about physics for which i am so sorry
Warnings: heavy angst, tragedy, making out, food, sex jokes, character death but not really
Wc:21.2k
Playlist:six feet under by billie eillish, the 1 by taylor swift, gone by rose, remember me from coco lol
Summary:bored with the monotony of your life, you come across a boy who makes your world flip one-eighty degrees. while he brought a sense of childish excitement back into your heart, you soon realize that the thrill comes with a cost.
Authors note: ah its finally done! my first magical realism fic JKLSDNSJKDF though im pretty sure i went more into fantasy but oh well, i hope you enjoy this anyways! this was very much inspired by @/dhoya’s fics and she helped me a lot through writing this so hopefully i did it justice? Anyways, jaemin is cute and feedback would be lovely thank you<3 (this is an experiment)
The convenience store was always a great place to practice. So many items, all pushed up together on little shelves, no one really noticed if some things were misplaced, or lopsidedly put back. Not that Jaemin ever let them stay that way, after he was done he would always do his best to put things back in their place.
SYNOPSIS.Working as a pediatric nurse in a busy hospital has both its pros and cons. Some of the pros include: working with children, saving lives, and working alongside the extremely charming and surprisingly single Dr. Jeong Jaehyun. Some of the cons include: not having enough time to date, getting baby fever while being undeniably single, developing a crush on a co-worker, and being called into work on the one holiday you were granted off. Your dreams of ringing in the new year at a lavish party with a boy to kiss were ruined by the night shift but at least you had Dr. Jeong to keep you company when the clock strikes twelve.
PAIRING.Jeong Jaehyun x (f) reader GENRE. Hospital!AU | New Year’s Eve!AU | Fluff | Comedy | Pediatric Doctor!Jaehyun | Pediatric Nurse!Y/N WARNINGS.hospital setting (there may be inaccurate descriptions!); needles (doctors and nurses administering shots); mentions of alcohol and food consumption, blood, death (no one dies! no one even comes close to dying, i promise!); language WORD COUNT.4.9k+
PLAYLIST. Kiss Me at Midnight - NSYNC
CHOOSING TO PURSUE A CAREER IN NURSING WAS A NO-BRAINER FOR YOU.
Themes: richkid! au, college! au, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, modern fantasy, journalism major reader, journalism major taeyong, angst, SLOWBURN, sexual tension to the max baby we die like men, parts based off gilmore girls, fluff, mythological elements, arranged marriage (kind of), taeyong being a TEASE, hurt comfort
Warnings:lots of !! sexual tension !!, profanity, angst, insecurity, our lovely mc is a bit detatched bitchy but she gets better! food, neglectful parents, manipulative characters, minor crime (stealing of a boat lmao), allusions to sex, makeout scenes, kissing, some talk about sex but no sexual content whatsoever, PG 15
Summary: When you happen to give your enemy his coat back, you find yourself thrown into a vortex of chaos and a ring sitting pretty on your fourth finger.
Authors Note: GOD this fic is so self indulgent it is not funny but I had an absolutely blast writing it. First of all, thank you to @jensrose to beta reading this fic and letting me scream to you about it and to @neo-shitty for volunteering to be a character. Thank you to @sehunniepot nikki for letting me use Neiho here<3 I don’t know what possessed me to write 30k+ but here we are so uh i hope you enjoy it as i much as i loved writing it, and as always feedback is appreciated<3
You got out of your car, bidding the driver goodbye as you collected your books from the backseat. He nodded respectfully, pressing the button on the side of the door, the windows rolled up and you took a few steps away, watching the Porsche drive away.
synopsis: after losing your role as the sugar plum fairy in the nutcracker due to an injury, you resolve to the spend the rest of your holidays getting drunk and feeling sorry for yourself—that is until your pesky guardian angel shows up, claiming that he’ll find you true love before christmas is over.
author’s note: part of the haechan is a ho ho ho holiday collab! i’m so happy we’re finally able to collab, even if we all suffered while writing this <33333 ps. i only took ballet for two years so i am not an expert by any means, apologies for all inaccuracies
additional: inspired by the concept of the kdrama angel’s last mission: love (i haven’t actually seen it though LMAO) + the ost oh my angel by chai
❄DECEMBER 22.
“You have ten seconds to tell me who you are and how you got in here.”
You’re currently in the middle of a standoff with a stranger in the middle of your living room. A stranger that literally just appearedout of thin air while you were watching Netflix. Raising the wooden bat a little higher over your head, you take a step forward, trying to look as threatening as possible despite how bewildered you are right now. The stranger, or rather the intruder, raises both in hands in surrender. He doesn’t look particularly afraid of you, but he does seem to want to calm you down.
If you were to go off appearances alone, he would be the last person you’d think would break into someone’s apartment. He has light brown, fluffy hair that reminds of you a labradoodle, wide and bright eyes that blink at you innocently, cherub cheeks that add to his already youthful appearance, and he’s wearing a white hoodie with white sweatpants. There’s also a warm, circular glow above his head, but you just assume that it’s the lighting reflecting off his hair.
“I already told you,” he starts slowly, “My name is Donghyuck. I’m your guardian angel.”
You eye him suspiciously. It’s strange because you can tell by his expression that he is being sincere, or at least he believes he’s being sincere.
“Sir,” you speak to him slowly as well, “I think you’re under the influence of something. I’ll call an ambulance for you.”
“Come on, Y/N. We’re just wasting time now. The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can help you,” Donghyuck sighs. “You know it’s not possible for a human to materialize into your apartment like I did.”
Before you can ask him how he knows your name, he walks over to your couch and plops down on it, reaching for the open bag of chips on your coffee table and helping himself to them.
Even though he didn’t come anywhere near you, his sudden movement frightens you and you jolt backwards, rolling your good ankle and nearly losing your balance.
“Careful now. Wouldn’t want you to have two broken ankles,” Donghyuck notes casually, still munching on your chips.
You stare at him in disbelief. The brace you have on your right ankle is hidden under your fleece pajama pants, so there is no way that he was able to notice that you’re already injured.
“How do you know that?” you demand, clutching your bat tighter.
“Because I’ve been watching you,” he replies breezily before pausing, furrowing his brows. “Oh wait, that didn’t sound right.”
Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints, mention of choking, reference to previous sex, blood, allusions to murder, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary:His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.”
A/N: Another installment in the BadCop!AU! OC’s about to find out what happens when you fuck with Yoongi’s money. Spoiler alert: nothing good.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
ღ pairing: seokjin x f. reader x yoongi, ot7 x reader
ღ genre: fwb to lovers, poly au, smut [18+]
ღ summary: Visiting your friends on Western Night at the bar ends with you getting a closer look at Seokjin’s western shirt and Yoongi’s leopard print.
ღ wc:7.4k
ღ warnings: that that!Yoongi (that’s it, that’s the warning), ptd outfits (except yoongi), fwb, tiny pining, alcohol use/mention, PSY makes an appearance, flirting, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, degradation (*cum* slut, whore), fingering (f. receiving), Yoongi’s That That rings!!, Yoongi’s hat, no, Yoongi is the warning! YOONGI!!!, spanking, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness, implied hierarchical poly relationship.
ღ a/n: please don’t be a silent reader! let me know what you think here if you enjoyed it! I’d love to hear from you! thank you! <3
ღ inspo: inspired by the novela “como en el cine” and “envolver by anita”
Genre: Historical!Au, Jane Austen!Au, VERY LOOSELY BASED ON PRIDE & PREJUDICE (Jane & Bingley) smut, fluff
Summary: A sudden sickness allows you more time with the man of your dreams
Word Count: 1232
warnings: Regency era historical stuff, smut, cunnilingus, dirty talk, cursing, real liberties taken with historical courtship
For@miscelunaaa ‘s belated special day! I love you so much my darling friend, thank you for listening to me ramble incoherently about history and fic ideas, and for always being around to talk to me about big d-ck namjoon. <3
• Pairing: Sheriff!Yoongi x Brothel Worker!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Western AU, Smut
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 3.4k
• Summary: It’s not easy being the sheriff but you’re always there to help him unwind after a long day.
• Warnings/themes: sheriff troubles, mentions of a shootout, light mentions of blood, swearing, drinking, prostitution, dirty talk, riding (ain’t no horses around tho), bondage, the hat stays on , unprotected sex (it’s the West, y’all), cockwarming
• Notes: I literally had to pause on Holiday Inn to knock this out because ‘That That’ Yoongi has had me by the titties and will not let go unless I get this out of my system so giddyup and let’s ride! Thanks (yeehaw) to @playmetheclassics for betaing for me yet again even though I always ruin her lmao love youuuu ✨Crossposted to AO3 as well.
The double doors opened as a man walked in, his white suit flecked with dust and his leopard-print shirt rumpled. His hat was lowered, hiding the exhaustion on his face with the shadow of the brim.
Another day of protecting the town was done.
Being the sheriff of this place wasn’t easy but Min Yoongi took pride in his job.
Pairing Jungkook x Curvy Reader Rating18+ WC2056 Genre / Tropes Smut, some fluff, established relationship, non idol! au Warnings Thigh riding, some body insecurity, whipped husband jungkook CrosspostAO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary On a quiet snow day, your boyfriend encourages you to chase after what you want. And what you want is his thighs. AN It started as PWP… it still pretty much is, I guess. But there’s like A LITTLE BIT of plot. Pretty much unbetad, though thank you so much to @sunshinerainbowsbts for looking over this and reassuring me. <3 ANYWAYS, enjoy!
summary: Jungkook isn’t your date to the annual BTS gala, but he’s the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique’s tiny dressing room, who’s there to help you?
warnings: unprotected + semi-public sex, fingering, kissing, (can i count this as) hate sex (? actually not really, these two just don’t get along), frat president ksj ahh!, pwp but why is there plot lolll
word count: 5.4k
a/n ✑ when inspiration strikes, you just gotta type it all out yfm?? akdj;s please this is not edited but i still hope you enjoy it!! <3
summary: Yoongi doesn’t have much going for him, but you don’t need much to grow attached. It’s a pity, then, that you lose each other as quickly as you were found.
rating: 18+ for weighty feelings
word count:2.1k
warnings: Swearing. That That Yoongi, hELP. Also, introspective Yoongi. Tobacco use by both Yoongi and Reader. Implied broken dreams. Implied alcohol use. Yoongi thinks Reader is pretty. Making out :D. Sadness D:. Missed connections.
notes: Um??? Okay so this was wild, start to finish. As with most of my shorter pieces, it started out trying to be short and ended up double the length I initially intended for it. I just cannot shut up, it seems. I also, um … cried while writing this and I’m not sure why. So there’s that. I don’t usually get especially emotional while writing, but this was something else to render. My writer friends know I’ve been struggling a lot with how I feel about my work and my wips, but this … I don’t know, I just feel uncharacteristically confident about it. Regardless, thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think
The air’s still hot when Yoongi finally has the chance to step out of the bar for a smoke. It’s dry, which he knows should make it better, but the heat of the day has seeped into the concrete all around and it leaches slowly into the night air. The city heat feels greasy somehow, instead of dry like it’s supposed to. Perhaps it has something to do with the tar, the plastic, the strange way that the city sprang up out of the desert.
It doesn’t matter. He’s still stuck here for the night, playing piano for drunk people at a shitty cowboy-themed bar. If he has to play another trashy ragtime tune on that shitty upright piano, he might actually lose his mind. Which means that he’ll be losing it in about ten to fifteen minutes; it’s the shit people like to hear in fake dives like the one he’s working in. Just add some leopard print and a bolo tie and you’ve got Vegas chic.
summary:you need an escape. yoongi is there for you in your time of need.
pairing:Min Yoongi x Reader (no specified gender or pronouns used)
genre: smut, angst
au:post-apocalyptic western
rating:18+ this is sort of pwp
word count:3.1k
warnings: post-environmental apocalypse, hints at abusive father and fiance, rough yoongi, quiet yoongi, death threat, blow job, dom!yoongi, yoongi has BDE, mocking, degradation, nipple biting, possessiveness, throat fucking, fucking, yoongi keeps the jewelry on, unprotected sex (be careful!), creampie
author’s note: so as you all know the teaser for ‘that that’ destroyed me and left me in bits and pieces and i came up with this little teaser that got some attention and i couldn’t get the idea out of my head. then i started thinking about the novella Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey and i knew that i wanted to have that kind of western but modern vibe. (seriously read that novella, it’s suuuuuper queer and fantastic!!) a special thank you goes to the absolutely wonderful @miscelunaaa@minttangerinesand@vyduan for looking this over and giving me suggestions/yelling at me and i’m just so very thankful for all of them!! i appreciate you all so much. the incredible @wwilloww made this banner and i am so thankful for them.
You don’t know how long you’ve been riding. The adrenaline from being taken from your house has subsided and thus the ache in your back has slipped further than just the muscle and seems to be in your bones. Every step the horse makes is painful and you want to tell him that you have had enough but you’re not sure how he will react, whether it will be kind or angry.
You’re not willing to find out. So, you persevere and hold his waist tighter. All you can do is hope that the ride will be over soon and you’ll be wherever he is taking you.
You close your eyes. Images of a world and a future that you are not sure you will be able to ever live in floats through your mind. Happiness instead of what has come before. You’ve never been sure if happiness could be attainable for you and yet you’ve still hoped for it.
Whenever you’ve thought of hope, his words always fill your head, telling you that hope is stupid and is more deadly than any cancer. You’re not sure if this is correct or not; but you’ve not lived the life that he has lived. You’ve not been able to experience the world the way he has and you trust that his experience speaks more truth than anything you’ve been through.
→kinesiology major!jung jaehyun x stem major!reader
genre:2000s chat room au, so much smut, suspense, drama, psychological thriller, established relationship, college au
synopsis:finally having met the stranger on your screen, things take a turn for better or for worse; friendship is on the line, intentions are questionable, and perceptions become skewed. with the flow of things due to his selfish tendencies, jaehyun’s naivety fails to show him the bigger picture.
tw:ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral (f+m receiving) , fingering, public sex, auralism, riding, face fucking, protected/unprotected sex, impact play, breath play, cream pie, cum play, dom/sub dynamic, toxic/mutual codependent relationship, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gaslighting/manipulation, violence, drinking, mentions of recreational drugs (main characters don’t consume)
wc: 33.5k+ (don’t kill me, I promise it’s worth it…)
Haechan laughed as you glared at him. Typical of him to assume that he was the centre of the world.
“Not everyone is out to suck your dick.” You said, as you rolled your eyes and walked away from him. He’d been getting on your nerves the entire night. Coming to this party was becoming more and more of a bad idea as the minutes ticked by.
“Oh, but they are baby,” Haechan replied, his hands grabbing at your belt loop and pulling you into him. “Especially you, isn’t that right sweetheart?”
“I’d rather cut out my tongue, Donghyuck.” You smiled at him sweetly as you said the words. His lips curled in a smirk.
→kinesiology major!jung jaehyun x stem major!reader
genre: 2000s chat room au, so much smut, suspense, drama, psychological thriller, established relationship, college au
synopsis: finally having met the stranger on your screen, things take a turn for better or for worse; friendships is on the line, intentions are questionable, and perceptions become skewed. with the flow of things due to his selfish tendencies, jaehyun’s naivety fails to show him the bigger picture.
tw (for teaser): smut on full post, toxic/mutual codependent relationship, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gaslighting/manipulation, violence, drinking
pairing:gamer! student! boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x femme fatale! horny! girlfriend! Y/N word count: 1.7k words genre: smut, just porn without plot summary:He’s sure he was a virgin but after dating the horny gamer girl, he felt like his dick would just detach from his body. (lame summary) warnings: cursing, a lot of teasing, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex riding, fondling, fingering, public teasing
a/n: this is for my bitch @raibebe because we keep making stupid bets. hope you like this filth!!!!its my first poly nomin fic and i am nervous because i absolutely suck at threesomes. omg this is so filthy, need to take a dip in holy water. please leave feedback <3
The tunes of the electric guitar blared through the speakers in the center.
You stood at the front of the enlivened crowd cheering for the band up on stage. The two lead singers, having your mesmerised gaze on them. You watched the veins pop out in their neck as they gave their all in singing. The ridges on Jeno’s arm standing out as he gripped his guitar tightly, the way Jaemin’s hand was enclosed tightly around the microphone, and their ethereal faces glossed with sweat as it trickled down their temples. Fuck.
This all made them even hotter than they already were. A lot of bras were being thrown at them and you couldn’t help but feel a bubble of laughter forming in your throat at those poor girls screaming for Jeno and Jaemin to screw them.
Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT
Synopsis:**Request: Jealous!Jaehyun x Reader , smut // anon
“Oh. Hey Mark, I didn’t realize you were all gonna be here.”
The door shut quietly behind you, stark contrast to the noise that was echoing through the apartment.
Mark rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling at his hair that teased at his skin, longer than you had last seen it.
“Did Jaehyun say that? We’ve got the day off and all of us are too lazy to go out.” He chuckled, “He’s in the living room with the rest of the guys.”
“Thanks.” You mumbled out, taking off your shoes as he stood next to your side.
“You know, you’re always welcome here right? We all love you.”
You glanced up at the blushing boy, something that he could never help around you. “Thanks Mark. Trust me I’d come over more if I could. You guys are so much more fun than my roommates.” You frowned teasingly before shuffling towards the living room.
“Y/N!” You turned to find Jungwoo jogging towards you, engulfing you in a hug at first sight. “Why didn’t you come last weekend?” He pouted, eyes going all soft for you.
Eventually you had made it through everyone, except for one. In fact everyone except your boyfriend had made their way over to you.
Prompt List, if you want to send in any requests, they are currently open!
A/N: Please ignore the grammatical errors, I read if over, but I always miss something.
“Don't say my name.” You muttered to yourself as Haechan the ringmaster of his horrid game, pulled names out of a hat.
You don’t know why you agreed to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Weren’t you all too old for this? You weren’t in high school anymore after all.
Yet Haechan disagreed.
“Y/N” Haechan said, his eyes finding you. You narrowed your eyes at him, you had a sneaking suspicion that your name was not on the small piece of paper in his hand.
You looked across the room, Jaehyun slowly getting up. His eyes locked with yours a small smirk spreading across his lips. You turned away from him glaring at the floor.
Of course, you were paired with that douche bag. He was nice enough if you knew him from afar. But everyone has less than pretty sides, and you had the misfortune of always being on the ugly side of Jaehyun.
trope:college, a lil self indulgent, 6way (is that the proper term?)
word count: 1.9k
a/n: dedicated to all the anons & replies that keep asking me about Mark smut…
warnings:rough unprotected sex, oral (male & fem), throat f&cking, voyeurism, lil degradation, lil manhandling, lil choking, hard dom!Mark, soft dom!Renjun, hard dom!Jeno, hard dom!Haechan, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader
You’ve always been a light sleeper, waking at the slightest of creaks in the night and the first cooing pigeon at sunrise. Although today, your morning call comes in the form of several hushed, invasive questions and prying eyes feasting on your vulnerable form in a bed that you quickly realizeisn’t your own.
“Why are you guys talking so loud? Are you tryingto wake her up?” an accusatory whisper scolds another.
“Us? You’re the one who can’t whisper, Jaemin.”
You hone in on the cluster of unidentified voices in the doorway, strategically maintaining your sleeping beauty tactic. Tallying a total of 4 male voices from behind you breeds a deep seated anxiety in your bare chest. On any other day, you would’ve gladly welcomed the feeling of incredibly soft cotton on your skin, but at the moment the pitfalls of your unforeseen scenario include the material onlypartially covering your lower half. The sole advantage you have on them is that you’re facing away from their direction, allowing you to covertly open your eyes.
Taking a peek of your mysterious surroundings, you hear, “I didn’t wear her outthat bad last night… you’d be surprised, I bet she could take all of us.”
Warning: Mature Themed (Oral sex [fem receiving], protected sex, teasing, mark kinda has a vendetta, slight overstimulation? Maybe a little bit of rough Mark.)
summary: it’s your birthday and your boyfriend does everything to make the day extra special
word count: 2,084
warnings: oral sex, fingering, light smut, and some fluff
a/n:just a little bday gift for myself (even if it’s already past midnight) because if you’re not writing for yourself you’re not doing it right, obviously had to do this with my one and only and because this song was number one the day I was born (feeling old yet!?), thanks for reading ❤︎
☽ ・・・・・ ☾
“Bubu… This is beautiful!” The sparkle in your eyes could be seen from a mile away.
“Only the best for the best.” Taeyong kisses your cheek before carrying both your luggage inside.
For your birthday this year your boyfriend decided to rent a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway taking advantage that you both managed to get some days off of work to just relax. The place is beautiful, a rustic look with a warm cozy atmosphere, perfect to spend some quality time with your lover and forget about the world. And the view. Only nature displaying traces of the early winter, no cars beeping, people talking and all the other sounds of the city, just the calmness of the mountains.
: fluff, smut, established relationship au, picnic au
: R (18+)
: kissing, nipple play, oral (f receiving) and masturbating
: 2.6k
: Your day off and Yuta decides to take you out on a picnic at the beach.
:thank you so much @doderyscoffee for looking over this for me and saving me from embarrassment
Today is going to be a good day.
It’s the first day off that you and Yuta have had off in a while. You both work in high-level corporate jobs, and sometimes you both get so busy that the days blur together. He is the creative director of an animation company, and you are the secretary of a powerful government official. You are lucky to watch a movie together, let alone take a shower together or be intimate with one other. It is a wonder that you were approved for the day off, and Yuta wants to take you on a picnic.
socialite/high society au, childhood friends to strangers to lovers
word count: 20k
warnings: discussions of poverty, manipulation, smut - minors do not interact! (unprotected sex, rough blowjob, use of the word “daddy” but like, twice)
note: y/n is siblings with taeyong and haechan, so you can presume she is korean and has the last name lee
You have him hook, line, and sinker.
He fell for your act, hard, and suddenly, a horrible thought comes to your mind. It nearly sucks the breath from your lungs with its cruelty. Could you really be so ruthless to do something like that to him? Could you bear it?
It’s been six years since Jaehyun went off to study in America, two years since your family’s fall from grace, and one year since you started sugar dating to put food on the table and pay your younger brother’s tuition. When you encounter your childhood friend Jung Jaehyun at a party, you think you’ve stumbled upon a windfall— here’s a man who’s willing to spend exorbitant amounts of money on you and shower you with gifts, all without even asking for a single kiss in return.
How fortunate, you think, to find a rich man so blindingly oblivious to your motives.
Or: In which you manipulate your childhood friend for money, and he knows exactly what you’re doing.
How easy it is for another to kill you. No force, no hands on the throat - just their mere presence suffocating you.
It was so weird but you craved it. As if you had a morbid attachment to death by his hand. More and more. You didn’t care that your head felt light when he smiled or that your heart stopped its beats as you exchanged a look - you wanted to suffocate in him.
“… and it was sold-out.”
“Wow,” you blinked suddenly, gaining awareness. The crowd around you started to buzz again and the flashing party lights invaded your irises.
“Yeah.Wow,” your friend rolled his eyes at your monotone voice. He swiftly turned around with a sigh, arms crossed on his chest, staring at whatever you were staring at instead of his pretty face.
“I guess that comment wasn’t on my ability to sell out a whole ass theatre but on Doyoung’s rude waist in those tight slacks.”
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