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[look-attthe-moon]

TOP SPOT: Another Dimension: CH 1

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Fem Reader

Summary: Your arrival at TOP’s studio sparks a walk down memory lane.

Content Warnings: MDNI 18+, mentions of sex, cigarette smoking, language

Author’s Note: Welcome to my new series😊 a few notes…when BB is mentioned they are OT4. I am not including any mention of he who shall not be named😒 To separate past from present, I will be utilizing the ✨ emoji to break each section apart🩵

CH 1

The studio entryway is lined with old photographs. As you enter you walk slow, admiring the moments frozen in time. A grainy group photo catches your eye. A 20 year old version of yourself stares back at you accompanied by your fellow dancers with a pre-debut BIGBANG at the center. Seeing their oversized clothes and toothy grins transports you back to a chilly night in 2006…

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“Mind if I bum a cigarette off you?” He asks as a boyish grin spreads across his face. His hair is dark and shaggy, covering one eye.

“Sure.” You say, passing one to him, lighting it.

“I’m Seunghyun by the way.” Smoke billows from his nostrils as he exhales.

“Y/N” you reply with a slight blush. He’s cute, in an emo kind of way, innocent. “Have you been a trainee long?”

“About 3 months. You?”

“Three years.” You exhale, defeated, leaning against the brick wall. “I fear I’m destined to stay one.”

“You never know, things could turn out differently.”

You shake your head. “Not when YG tells you it’s over.” You say before taking a long drag of your cigarette. “I’m too eccentric, leaving me to be, hmm let’s see how he put it…abrasive and unapproachable. I’ve been demoted to back up dancer for the next boy group out of pity…if I’m lucky.”

Seunghyun frowns. “I get it. I was denied at first. So I proved him wrong and he gave me a chance.” He says encouragingly.

“Good for you earning back his good graces. You must really want to be an idol.”

“A rapper. I want to be a rapper.”

You can see the determination in his eyes. “Hmmm, you have a cool rap name? Or is Seunghyun all you have to offer?” You tease.

He smirks. “Tempo. I went by Tempo for a while doing small stages here and there in the underground scene. I write my own lyrics and make my own beats…just gotta prove myself.”

“Well, I hope you get your wish, Tempo.” You smile, dropping your cigarette butt to the ground. “I’ll see you around.”

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Six months later, you find yourself in the YG studio while your choreographer barks orders at you and your fellow dancemates .

“Alright, the debut performance is on the 19th. This performance will either make or break this group so everyone has to be at their best. We don’t need any of you fucking this up or YG will have my head. Y/N are you listening?” She asks, pointing at you directly.

You snap out of your daydream and face your choreographer. “Uh, yeah…big debut, got it.”

“BIGBANG has the potential to completely change things around here. There’s a possibility for permanent employment as part of their touring dance team if this works out. So do your best when the boys arrive.”

You roll your eyes. For the past 6 months you’ve been introduced to countless acts, each one reportedly more promising than the last only to have them fizzle out before making a debut. You had just turned 20 and were seriously considering waitressing the rest of your life if this group didn’t pan out. You just wanted to dance and get paid so you could work towards your goal of owning your own studio.

When the door opens, Hyun-Suk himself enters, giving a pitch about the importance of the debut and how BIGBANG would change the history of K Pop moving forward.

“Blah blah blah.” You say under your breath. “It’s not like we haven’t heard this twenty times over the last few months.”

“No, this one’s legit. Kwon Jiyong is a part of it. He’s been here for six years and is practically YG’s star child.” A fellow dancer shares.

Kwon Jiyong had welcomed you to YG when you initially became a trainee. He was talented but a little too cocky for your taste. You had a few interactions here and there but usually steered clear of one another. Truthfully, you didn’t run into many of the exclusive trainees anymore since being demoted. You were now lackluster and replaceable at any moment. If this partnership panned out, it could be beneficial for you.

Once the speech is over, BIGBANG enters. Four gangly boys under the age of 20 appear in front of you and your colleagues. They introduce themselves one by one. G-Dragon, Sol, D-Lite, and…Tempo? Seunghyun comes in last with his dimples on full display. He’s awkward, as always, but now there’s a confidence in him you hadn’t seen before. He actually made it…

“I’m TOP.” Seunghyun says, shyly.

You take note of the name change and blend in with everyone as you begin learning the choreography. TOP is by no means a strong dancer often standing still as if recalibrating in an attempt to join back in with the boys. You laugh to yourself thinking about him debuting. He's going to need all the help he can get in the dance department…

After what feels like hours of dancing to prove yourself, you line up in front of the mirrored wall waiting to be chosen…or declined. BIGBANG gathers in a corner deliberating. Girls are pointed at one by one and asked to leave. Then Jiyong asks you and four other girls to step forward.

This is it, I’m either in or out…you think as your heart begins thumping in your ears.

Jiyong asks your friend Sora to join him, long time dancer Ye-jin is instructed to join Youngbae, and a new girl named Yuna is placed with Daesung. You and Eun-Jin, an older dancer and fellow idol reject, remain.

Jiyong goes into a discussion about how you both show great potential but partnering with TOP will be a challenge as he doesn’t dance as well as his peers. You lock eyes with Seunghyun, recognition flashes across his face and he smiles at you. You feel a flutter in your chest.

“Eun-Jin, thank you for your time, you can go.”

You watch in disbelief as she leaves the room.

“Y/N you are clearly the best choice.” Jiyong says. “Seunghyun can’t dance to save his life. Your technique and energy will be more than enough to push him forward. Welcome to the team.”

You walk over, joining him. “Well, well, well…Tempo gets to be a rapper.” You say poking his chest, which is surprisingly toned.

“And you get to be part of a debut after all.” He grins.

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You have your work cut out for you as you learn choreo and do your best to push Tempo in the right direction. He’s stiff and uncoordinated but with practice, lots of it, you’re able to hide the worst parts. It’s when you’re off stage that things really crumble.

One night, after a grueling rehearsal and a stern talk from Hyun-Suk, you find Seunghyun practicing well past midnight. His shirt wet with sweat, his cheeks pink from exertion.

“Tempo? What are you still doing here? We have a show tomorrow.” You say, startling him.

“I could ask you the same question.” He says breathlessly, grinning at the use of his old stage name. You still refused to refer to him as TOP. It had become almost a pet name between the two of you.

“If you really want to know, I was in the other studio dancing for my own enjoyment.” You smile, taking a seat on the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall. “I’m just a back up dancer. I can afford to look sleepy on stage…you’re the face card. They need you looking fresh.” You chuckle, making spirit fingers.

“I’m trying to get my shit together. My face alone won’t save me from Hyun-suk if I don’t start memorizing this choreography.” He sighs, taking a seat beside you.

“Hmmm, I don't know. I bet there will come a day where you can just stand onstage and that will be enough.” You smile, passing him your water bottle.

Seunghyun takes a long drink. “Not according to the boss.”

You bite your lip as he takes the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. You note his incredibly toned stomach…Careful…

He leans his head back against the wall and looks at you. “This face will never be enough…” he frowns.

Without thinking, you reach your hand out, brushing his shaggy dark hair away from his face. “Oh, I don’t know. Your boyish features are fading into that of a male idol. You’ll be a sex symbol in no time.”

There’s a moment of quiet before Seunghyun grabs your wrist and pulls you into a kiss.

You freeze.

“Shit, I am sorry…I don’t know why I did that.” His words tumble from his mouth in a panic. “I should go, I don’t want to make this weird.”

You grab his shirt before he stands, pulling him back to the spot beside you. “Stop. Talking” You say as you straddle him, pulling him back into a kiss.

One of his hands makes its way to your waist while the other slides up the back of your neck.

You shift just right in his lap causing a quiet groan to escape his lips. You smile to yourself, as you deepen the kiss, taking control.

”Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how bad I have wanted this.”

“Hmmm, I think I have a pretty good idea.” You grin, feeling him harden as you grind slowly in his lap.

Just as his hand begins to slide under your shirt, a door slams in the distance causing you both to scramble to your feet, walking in opposite directions of one another.

You run your hands through your hair. “Fuck, that was close.”

“It won’t happen again.” Seunghyun says quickly, adjusting his pants, clearly hiding his erection.

You look back at him, a sly smile spreading across your face. “Or we could be discrete.”

He raises a brow. “Hide it?”

”I don’t mind keeping a secret.” You say before placing a kiss on his cheek and heading out the door.

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A secret is exactly what your relationship became. The 2007 “Want You Tour” lasted only a few months through five cities in Korea but it was the perfect amount of time for Seunghyun to fall for you…and for you, much to your dismay, to fall for him as well.

It began as casual make-outs in the abandoned YG break room, accelerated into grinding on each other in one of the recording booths after hours, and then blossomed into you taking his virginity one night on the road in your hotel room.

He had been so quiet, so reserved, so…Seugnhuyn.

You recall the exceptionally heavy make out session on your bed. You reaching down to unbutton his pants and him immediately taking control, rolling you over onto your back, his arms bracketing your body.

”You’re sure?” He’d asked you, with so much consideration in his voice.

”Of course I’m sure.” You replied, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’ve been waiting for this…”

“I-I’ve never…”

You remember looking into his dark eyes, seeing both excitement and hesitancy all wrapped up into one.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You smiled, shimmying off your own pants and underwear.

His hands had a slight tremble as he pulled the condom from his pocket and removed his own pants.

He was much bigger than you had initially anticipated and he caught the surprise that registered on your face.

”What?”

“Just…a lot to take in.”

At that moment, you both blushed.

When he entered you the feeling was overwhelming, your plan to keep your cool lost in a single thrust. Sure, he had been a virgin but Choi Seunghyun didn’t perform like one. That night, he got to know your body, your wants, your needs, and from that point forward, he never failed to deliver.

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You snap out of your daydream when you hear someone call your name. Looking up, you spot one of Seunghyun’s childhood friends.

”Hey.” You smile, embracing them in a hug.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here. It’s been years.” He says, glancing around the hallway. “It’s like a museum out here.”

“Makes it easy to relive the past.” You say as you gesture to the photos.

”Well, it's good to see you here supporting him. I’ll see you inside later?” He asks.

”Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” You watch as he turns and walks away.

You continue looking at some of the older pictures featuring the early tours where your relationship with Seunghyun took root.

You laugh to yourself thinking about it. Once the initial jitters of the ‘first time’ was out of the way, sex became a game of “when and where can we make this happen?” The YG rehearsal room closet, the back seat of a car, a utility closet in Japan, and then countless hotel rooms in between, no place was off limits.

Times were simpler then…You say quietly to yourself, as you head down the hallway towards the main studio.

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[slowburnpages]

About story: You and Seunghyun have only been together for a short time, but the passion between you already feels impossible to contain. When he finally takes you to the recording studio after hours, what starts as a private glimpse into his world quickly turns into something far more intimate. With Seoul asleep outside and the studio wrapped in silence, the night becomes heated, playful and dangerously intense, until desire gives way to tenderness, care and the quiet comfort of falling asleep in his arms. Pairing: Seunghyun (T.O.P) x reader Word Count: 2,764 | Oneshot Content Note: New / established relationship, humor, teasing, recording studio setting, after-hours intimacy, playful Jiyong cameo, possessive Seunghyun, praise, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare, shower aftercare, soft ending, emotional intimacy A/N: [request] A/N 2: I decided to put Seunghyun first this time because this was the only request I had for him sitting in my inbox, and honestly, I really wanted to give him a little more attention. I hope you enjoy reading this one 💙

You’ve only been dating Seunghyun for a short time, but even so, you can say without hesitation that you’ve never experienced a relationship this intense and passionate before. He’s the first man you ever broke your rule for, the one about never sleeping with a man on the first date… You were seriously still telling yourself that during your first date, and before you could even realize what was happening, you found yourself underneath Seunghyun in his penthouse and in his bed. That morning, you still managed a second round in bed, and after breakfast, before you left, you even fit in a quick fuck on his kitchen counter… Things happen.

Seunghyun simply fascinates you as much as you fascinate him. You like the way he seems completely calm at first glance, but you already know that beneath the surface, deep inside him, there’s a flame that never goes out. You expected this first rush of infatuation and the two of you being constantly horny to fade after the first month, but it feels like it’s only getting more intense. You simply don’t miss a single opportunity to touch or kiss each other.

There are very few places where you haven’t fucked Seunghyun yet, but one of them has been on your list since your first date, and Seunghyun has been avoiding it for far too long. The recording studio. To be precise, it’s not even that you necessarily want to have sex with him there. You’ve just really wanted to see the place where BigBang’s songs are made, where that magical moment happens, and the place Seunghyun used to send you endless messages from whenever he couldn’t be with you at home at night because they had late-night recording sessions.

It’s already late in the evening and Seoul is shrouded in deep darkness when you and Seunghyun drive into the underground garage of the studio. Seunghyun leads you down a long hallway where only the emergency lights are still on, and you’re getting closer to the main room of the studio. Before you can reach it, the door opens and Jiyong walks out. You and Seunghyun both stop, because Seunghyun literally swore to you that no one would still be here at this hour tonight…

Jiyong is zipping up his jacket, but he freezes halfway through the movement and stares at you. After a moment, the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, then he covers his face with his palm and lets out a dramatic, hopeless groan. “Oh, God, no! Deliver me from evil…” he whines theatrically, extending his other hand out toward you as if he’s trying to protect himself.

“Jiyong, pack up your stuff and get out. I want to show Y/N the studio,” Seunghyun says calmly, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes.

“Show her the studio? Is that what we’re calling it these days?”

“Jiyong…” Seunghyun growls irritably.

“Sorry,” Jiyong raises his hands in defense, but the smirk doesn’t leave his lips. “You’re right. I should go before I see something I shouldn’t. Although… it wouldn’t be the first time,” he smiles and gives you a conspiratorial wink. In that moment, you wish the ground would swallow you whole, and you feel your face turning dangerously red far too quickly.

Of course it wouldn’t be the first time, because about a week ago, Seunghyun had the brilliant idea that the two of you should fuck in the dressing room after a concert, since everyone else had already left for dinner at your favorite restaurant. Surely it wouldn’t matter if you were just a few minutes late and joined them later… You were both completely naked, you were bent over the table, and Seunghyun was thrusting into you with such intensity that you were seeing stars. Through your ragged breathing and loud moans, you didn’t even notice the dressing room door opening and Jiyong walking in because he’d come back for the headphones he’d forgotten there…

“Fuck! Oh my fucking God!” Jiyong shouted, pressing his palm over his eyes. In that moment, both you and Seunghyun stopped breathing when you finally realized you weren’t alone.

“Get out!” Seunghyun growled furiously while you, in absolute shock, gathered your clothes from the floor and tried to get dressed as quickly as possible.

“But I—” Jiyong mumbled, his hand still pressed over his eyes, still fumbling around near the door as he tried to find the handle.

“Get out!” Seunghyun cut him off and threw his T-shirt at him. Jiyong finally found the handle and left the dressing room with his hand still glued to his eyes.

“God,” you breathed back then, burying your face in your hands. “I’m not going to that dinner. I can never look Jiyong in the eyes again,” you muttered desperately. Seunghyun wanted to calm you down and assure you that nothing terrible had happened, but at that exact moment, his phone vibrated with an incoming message from Jiyong.

J: Very nice…but lock the door next time. And bring me my headphones...I forgot them.

Back then, you really were determined not to go to that dinner and you were convinced that you’d never be able to look Jiyong in the eyes again. Luckily, Jiyong was gallant enough not to bring it up too often, at least not in front of the rest of BigBang, but sometimes he simply couldn't help himself from taking a jab at you and Seunghyun…

“Jiyong, I’m warning you for the last time,” Seunghyun says in a calm voice as he pulls you closer to him, bringing you back from your memory into the present.

“Sorry, I’m shutting up and disappearing,” Jiyong laughs as he finally walks past you and heads toward the exit of the studio. “I’ll be here at 10 AM, just...so you know…” he calls from the end of the hallway before the door clicks shut behind him and you and Seunghyun are finally alone.

The silence of the recording studio suddenly feels almost tangible. Seunghyun takes your hand and pulls you into the room Jiyong walked out of a moment ago. Only the dim neon backlighting is on, and there are mixing consoles everywhere with countless buttons and sliders, and padded, soundproof walls surround you.

“So…” Seunghyun says, turning you to face him as if to make sure you don’t accidentally forget he’s there too while you’re curiously looking around the room. “…you wanted to see the studio,” he leans down to you and kisses you while his hands are already on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Or did you want to see me at work?”

“I want to see both,” you whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck. Seunghyun smiles faintly into your kiss. For a moment, he pulls away from you, steps back, and sits down in the leather swivel chair behind him.

“Good. Then we’ll start with the work,” Seunghyun says, pulling you closer by your hips so you sit astride his lap. Your faces are only inches apart and your breathing is already quickening. Seunghyun looks so painfully sexy under the dim LED lighting, and his eyes shine dangerously. You can feel the way his body tenses underneath you and how deliberately he rubs his hard cock against you.

“You wanted to come here so badly, didn’t you?” he murmurs against your lips as he grabs the back of your neck, pulls you closer, and kisses you passionately. His tongue immediately takes control of your mouth. His hand slips under your shirt and, in one smooth motion, pulls it off. Right after that, his quick fingers undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Seunghyun holds his breath for a moment when his gaze drops to your breasts.

“This shirt has to come off too,” you mumble shyly, because even though Seunghyun has seen you naked countless times, you still struggle to withstand the intensity of his gaze. You grab the hem of his shirt and help him take it off. The second your bare bodies touch, you both let out quiet moans.

Seunghyun doesn’t wait even a second. His large palms close around your breasts and his thumbs circle your nipples, which harden instantly under his touch. You moan again and tilt your head back.

“God, you’re so beautiful, princess… I love you… I love every part of you,” he murmurs, meeting your gaze before you lean down to kiss him again. “Look at these gorgeous, perfect tits…” he breathes against your mouth in fascination, his thumbs brushing over your nipples one last time before he lowers his mouth to one of them. His hot, wet tongue drags over your sensitive nipple and you arch your back, digging your nails into his shoulders. Seunghyun draws your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and circling it with his tongue before catching it between his teeth.

“Ah, Seunghyun…”

Seunghyun hums in satisfaction and moves his mouth to your other breast, repeating the whole game with his tongue and teeth while one of his hands slides dangerously over your thigh toward the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it higher.

You gasp when his long, cold fingers touch your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You’ve been thinking about this moment since the moment you were driving here, and you’ve been unbelievably wet ever since. Seunghyun hums contentedly when his fingers slip under the fabric of your panties and touch you directly.

“You want me this much, princess? This morning and this afternoon weren’t enough for you?” he whispers into your ear and bites your earlobe while his thumb lazily circles your clit.

“I want you all the time,” you moan, rolling your hips against his fingers, craving a more intense touch. “I want you any time of day, every hour, every minute…” you add, pressing your naked chest against his firm bare one.

One of his fingers slowly slides inside you while his thumb keeps circling your clit. He is in no hurry. He already knows your body so perfectly that he understands exactly what his slow, intense touches do to you.

“Seunghyun…” you breathe quietly when his finger moves inside you at that perfect angle, the one Seunghyun knows so well and knows exactly how to find. You lean toward him and rest your forehead against his shoulder when a slow wave of pleasant heat begins rising through your body.

“Do you like it, baby?” he whispers into your hair, and his breathing is no longer as calm as it was just a moment ago. He moves his free hand to your face and makes you look at him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. “I want to hear you…”

“I love you,” you blurt out without thinking as your tongue touches his thumb. Seunghyun pulls you back to him by the nape of your neck and kisses you deeply. As he kisses you, he adds a second finger, now entering you with two fingers in a deep, almost hypnotic rhythm. With every movement, a quiet moan escapes you as you hear that wet, sinful sound of your body completely surrendering to his fingers.

Seunghyun is breathing as quickly as you are now, his chest rising sharply against yours. His focused gaze flickers from your face, watching your expression, to his long fingers disappearing deep inside you and sliding back out covered in your arousal.

“Seunghyun… that feels so good, I need to come,” you whisper desperately, your hips moving to meet his hand and fingers.

“Don’t rush, baby. We have plenty of time… and I love it when you lose your mind for me like this. I could watch you for hours…”

It feels like it lasts for an eternity. Seunghyun's fingers move inside you while his thumb tirelessly circles your clit. When, a moment later, he changes the angle and deliberately hits that sensitive spot inside you, your first orgasm crashes into you like a wave against a cliff.

“Seunghyun!” you moan his name loudly, and your muscles clamp down around his fingers for the first time, tight and wild, pulsing in the waves of your orgasm. Seunghyun doesn’t let his rhythm falter, and as soon as he feels the grip of your muscles finally loosen a little, he continues fingering you without any warning.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Seunghyun murmurs, his hot breath burning against the skin of your neck. “Your pussy is so unbelievably horny and greedy… You’re sucking my fingers in like you never want to let me go…”

You gasp when his thumb presses hard against your clit. You’ve barely had time to recover before Seunghyun is already pushing you toward another orgasm.

“You’re gripping my fingers so desperately. You’re so tight, warm, and all mine…” he moans, finding your mouth so he can kiss you again.

“Seunghyun, please…” you sob, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“What are you begging for? Do you want to come again? Do you want me to ruin you with my fingers?” he growls, quickening the movement of his fingers inside you. “Then come, baby.”

The second orgasm hits you within the next few seconds. Your hips jerk against his palm involuntarily and your muscles wrap around his fingers again in strong, powerful contractions. Seunghyun stops the movement of his fingers for a moment, feeling every clench of your muscles. But after a while, he starts again, this time with a faster pace and greater intensity right from the beginning.

You lose all track of time. You lose all sense of where you are. Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably in the flood of endless pleasure, and you feel something deep inside yourself, something you’ve never felt before.

“Seunghyun… I…” You can’t manage to get the whole sentence out. You only helplessly tilt your head back, your mind focused on nothing but his fingers inside you.

“Relax, princess. Give yourself to me…”

You breathe out, your hips moving against his hand involuntarily, and you feel your body getting close to another wave, another orgasm. You cry out Seunghyun’s name into the quiet studio room when a massive wave of release hits you. Your muscles clench violently around Seunghyun’s fingers, your oversensitive body gives up control, and you feel the orgasm more intensely than ever before. Warm liquid gushes out of you, so sudden that you barely manage to gasp for air.

Seunghyun pulls you close while your orgasm slowly fades and your hips twitch at irregular intervals in the lingering waves of release.

“Baby,” Seunghyun breathes hoarsely, his kisses scattering over your shoulders, your neck, before he kisses his way back to your lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life…” he whispers and kisses you.

Your head drops heavily onto his shoulder. You aren’t capable of making a single sound. You only breathe heavily and unevenly against his skin while goosebumps rise over your body from the cooling sweat. You’re still trembling faintly all over, and after that flood of orgasms, your muscles feel like jelly.

Seunghyun simply holds you in a firm embrace for a while and lets you feel the beat of his heart. Then he carefully lifts you, reaches for his large black hoodie hanging over the back of the chair beside him, and gently pulls it over your shoulders. Without a single word, he takes you into his arms and carries you into the small bathroom attached to the studio.

Under the stream of warm water, he washes away all the hot sweat from your body and every trace of your untamed desire. You only lean against his chest, letting his large hands wash you, enjoying the quiet, deep care he gives you.

Once he dries you off and dresses you in his hoodie again, the one that reaches almost to your knees, he carries you back into the main room of the studio. He heads straight for the large fabric couch in the corner. He lays you down on it and immediately lies beside you, pressing you tightly against his bare chest and pulling a blanket over both of you.

You curl into him, tangling your legs with his, and close your eyes. You fall asleep completely content in Seunghyun’s arms, accompanied by his lazy kisses on your hair and his words about how much he loves you.

In your mind, you only silently hope that you’ll wake up before 10 AM, because another one of Jiyong’s smirks is the last thing you want to see when you wake up…

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[headsinthecloudforever]

Don't act like a bottom

|One shot|

Pairing: Seunghyun X reader

Content warning: Explicit sexual content

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The little wooden game tokens were completely scattered across the beige carpet , but neither of you cared. It was past 2:00 AM, and the intense strategy board game you had started hours ago had devolved into a messy scramble.

Seunghyun sat on the carpeted floor across from you, his long legs folded awkwardly under him. He wore a matching oversized fuzzy sweater with you and it made him look incredibly soft, the total opposite of the cool, sharp idol the world knew. A beautiful, sleepy smile took over his whole face as he watched you try—and fail—to neatly stack your game cards. The effect of the wine had painted a faint, warm flush across his cheekbones, and his eyes crinkled with pure affection from just the sight of you.

"You're SOO cheating," he accused "I saw you slide that card under your knee."

You shot him a puzzled looked, shocked of his accusation. ''Eh?! Oppa I would never. The card just...slipped.''

Seunghyun picks up his wine glass for another sip, letting the smooth alcohol drip down his throat. ''Mmh, sure.''

A mischievous grin suddenly spreads across his lips. He reached into the center of the board and grabbed the game piece. He held it just out of your reach, a smug, boyish grin spreading across his face. "Okay, since you're clearly desperate to win, let’s make a bet," He spun the figure in his fingers as he pondered.

You refill your glass with more red wine before responding, leaning forward to challenge your boyfriend. ''A bet? oh come on you've always been such sore loser. Just accept I'll most likely beat you and you'll loose...again'' You grinned.

Seunghyun scoffed, tossing the game piece back on to the board with a thud. ''Oh really?,'' His eyebrow raised, ''Lets see who's the sore loser after this bet. If I win, I get to kiss you wherever I want, for as long as I want, and you can't stop me."

You nearly choked on the wine, grabbing a near by napkin to dab your nose. The question barely came out, ''And....if I win?''

He leans over the game board, his thumb brushes over your lower lip. ''You get to do whatever you want to me, and I have to sit here and take it." 

The stakes were high. You were basically putty in his hands when he would leave trails of kisses down your body, and he knew this. But still you agreed. You reach your glass over to him, waiting for him to clink it to seal the deal. ''Oh, it's so on''

Seunghyun taps his glasses agains't yours. ''It sure is''

For the next hour, all the heavy tension transformed into pure, chaotic fun. The rules of the board game were completely thrown out the window. Seunghyun started making up ridiculous new rules on the spot just to save his tokens from being captured.

''You see,'' He started, sounding overly confident. ''My piece HAS to be here because the place it was on before is cracked, therefore its technically not an actual place on the board''

You were baffled by his logic, He was referring to a crack you accidentally made on the board years ago, saying that part of the board doesn't count as a placement so he can skip it. ''Oppa, you're literally just moving yourself closer to the finish line.''

You reach over to attempt to snatch the piece away from him when he pulls his hand away quicker, ''Oh, hell no you giant cheater. Give me that board piece.''

Seunghyun scrambled backwards on the carpet, avoiding you. ''No, no seriously it makes completely logical sense just think about it.''

You crawled after him, completely abandoning the game. You caught up to him & place yourself on top of him, pinning his wrists with your hands. "Give. It. Up," you gasped out, your own tipsy laughter making it hard to breathe. The board game piece was closed tight in his hands.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you close. ''Not going to happen''

You looked down at him, taking in his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, and the way he was completely yielding to your weight. A playful, tipsy spark hit your brain- you leaned down an inch closer and whispered, "You know, Seunghyun... for a guy who claims he needs to take the lead, you’re really acting like a bottom right now."

Seunghyun froze. His eyes widened in shock and a bright crimson blush spread across his cheeks, "Yah!" he sputtered, his deep voice cracking a fraction. He immediately scrambled to sit up, lifting you with him "What—what did you just say? ''

You let out a howling laugh. Your boyfriend was always easy to fluster. "Please. You literally were glued under me just now, you couldn't have gotten up even if you tried. Classic power-bottom behavior, Oppa''

Ah, seriously," he muttered, ''You can't just throw that word around after calling me that."

You leaned closer, just enough where he can smell the scent of wine off your breath, ''oh you mean calling you ..Oppa?''

His eyes watched the words come from your lipstick stained lips-then slowly rising back up to yours eyes. ''Say-say it again. Call me that one more time and see what happens''

A defiant smiled teased at the corner of your lips. ''Oppa'' You whispered.

In a quick movement- his long fingers gripped your hair, tilting your face up to meet him as he captured your lips in a deep, breathless kiss. All the playful arguments about the board game instantly melted into the background. The kiss wasn't hesitant or shy, it was passionate and demanding with the tipsy warmth of the wine. Seunghyun shifted, pressing his body closer against yours, he was completely commanding the room now, leaving you a wet moist mess.

You were the one under him now, willingly yielding to his dominance. When he finally pulled back, his dark bangs were completely messy, falling into his eyes. He didn't move, his forehead resting against yours. "Still think I'm a bottom?" he murmured,

"I—I..." you stammered, your voice barely a squeak as your usual playful confidence completely left you.

Seunghyun’s entire face softened into the boyish boyfriend you loved so much. A beautiful, genuine smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, "Ah, look who's shy now," he teased softly.

''Yah! how would I not be all flustered after a kiss like that!?'' You defended.

He leaned down even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as his voice dropped into a dark whisper that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine. "You know you're the bottom''

Your face was beat red, but still you shot a playful glare his way. ''Yeah, well'' you thought long and hard for a comeback. ''You're the one who goes ape shit crazy just by one word, so who really is the weak one here?''

Seunghyun let out a low chuckle, a proud smile swept across his lips, ''You don't fight fair, do you?'...Jagiya''

The ball was quickly back in his court, you were now a flustered mess. ''Yah! stop it'' Your fists came down onto his arm in a playful manner.

Seunghyun broke into a fit of laughter, completely delighted by your reaction. His large hands caught yours, effortlessly stopping your playful blows. ''Alright, alright Jagiya''

He managed to say between laughter, ''I think you're officially cut off from anymore wine tonight''

''Yah, I'm fine'' you pouted, a helpless hiccup escaping your lips before you can even stop it. ''I've only had two glasses''

Seunghyuns sharp eyebrows raised in suspicion, ''Mhm, now we know your limit.''

You rip away your wrists from his light grip, pointing an accusing finger at him, ''Hey, don't even start. You're just as tipsy as I am Choi Seunghyun''

He touched your index finger with his, pointing back at you. ''Ah yes, but there is a distinct difference. You see, I can actually handle more then two glasses of wine''

To prove his point, he tried to reach for his wine glass on the floor, but completely misjudged the distance and knocked a game card over instead. ''Ah shibal''

Now you were the one laughing. ''Mmh good point tough guy''

Seunghyun laughed with you, entirely defeated by his own ridicules point. He falls back onto the carpet and you follow him, the both of you lay there for a few minutes, helplessly giggling at just how drunk you two actually were. Without a word, Seunghyun finally rolled over and pushed himself up from the floor. He gathered the half-empty wine bottle and your glasses, officially putting the alcohol away in the kitchen. A few minutes later, the distant, whirring of a blender echoed throughout the apartment.

When Seunghyun walked back into the living room, he carried two tall, brightly colored fruit smoothies he had quickly whipped up. He handed you yours, with a pink swirly straw, before placing himself beside you on the warm carpet. His smoothies were always something you loved, you bow your head as a thank-you and dig in.

No more words were needed. You both simply continued the game while enjoying your sweet drinks. Seunghyun was completely focused, right back to being determined he won. He was always competitive, ever since you've known him. So I didn't surprise you how quickly he switched back into game mode.

Eventually the night carried on, closing in on sunrise. The smoothies were finished & each of your cups laid lazily on the carpet, un cared for.

Your boyfriend was on his knees, towering over the board. This time his glasses were on, he said its cause it helps him think. The both of you were neck to neck, just a phew spots away from the finish line. Seunghyun leaned forward, his chin resting heavily in his palms as his bangs fell into his eyes. He was hyper-focused.

You on the other hand, were annoyed at how long it was taking for him to move his damn piece, ''Oppa come on, move already''

Seunghyun puts up a defensive hand, ''Hey, hey , the stakes are high here Jagiya.''

It was so late into the night, you had honestly forgotten about the bet. You wipe your tired eyes with the sleeve of your matching hoodie and rest your sleepy head on his shoulder. Even with you completely giving up, he couldn't resist finishing what you both started. Seunghyun reached out and took his turn, quietly placing his piece on the words FINISHED claiming his victory. He turned to you to celebrate but by then you were fast asleep.

A smile spread across his face, he pushes the board game aside and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. ''I won'' he whispered.

Moving with care, Seunghyun slid one arm under your knees and the other securely behind your back. He scooped you up into his arms lifting you off the plush carpet. You instinctively mumbled something incoherent, your hands weakly clutching at the front of his oversized sweater as you tucked your face right into the crook of his neck.

He carried you down the hallway, shutting off the lights as he walked. Once he reached the bedroom, Seunghyun laid you down onto the soft mattress, pulling the thick, duvet over you. He was just as tired as you were, he climbed into bed beside you. The moment his heavy arm draped over your waist, you automatically rolled over, seeking his warmth and nesting yourself perfectly against his chest. Seunghyun buried his face into your hair and within minutes he drifted into sleep just like you.

─────── ·𖥸· The very next afternoon

The afternoon sunlight shined through the bedroom curtains, illuminating the bedroom. But you were still buried deep under the blanket, deep in sleep.

Suddenly, a soft, warm pressure brushed against your forehead. Then your eyelid. Then the tip of your nose.

You let out a sleepy, grumpy grumble and tried to pull the blanket over your head, but a pair of large, familiar hands gently held it down. The warm presses continued—shifting down to your flushed cheek, the corner of your jaw, and the sensitive skin of your neck.

You unwillingly flutter your eyes open, your first sight was Seunghyun’s dark brown eyes staring down at you. He was propped up right above you, his messy bedhead falling into his face.

''Mmmm, what time is it?'' you mumbled, trying to shield your face from his persistent lips.

"Time to admit you lost'' he whispered against your hot skin and then planting a loud kiss right on your cheek, making a popping sound. He held your wrists gently, pinning them above your head. ''In case you forgot, I won. Officially the crowned winner''

You sighed, going limp under him, ''Ahh shibal, that damn game? thats not fair! I fell asleep. How do I know you're not making it up''

Seunghyun’s shoulders shook with a deep chuckle. He hasn't let go of your wrists, instead switching his grip to hold them with just one of his hands so he could use his free hand to brush a few stray hairs out of your eyes. ''Oh trust me Jagiya, what I'm about to do to you, will have you admitting over and over that you know I won.''

You cock your head to the side, visibly confused. But once you caught on to his sultry tone, you remember the bet from last night. Your cheeks instantly flush.

The playful pecks from before were now replaced by slow, deliberate kisses. He started at your temple, before trailing down the line of your cheekbone. You shivered as his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, lingering there until a soft, helpless moan escaped your lips.

"Oppa..." you gasped, your hands gripping his shirt as his weight pressed you deeper into the mattress.

Seunghyun lips traced a burning hot path down your neck, pressing a possessive kiss right there that made your toes curl.

His large hand still held you in place, as his free one explored your body, he completely dominated your space. Seunghyun pulled back for just a moment, watching you turn hot and red beneath him. You already felt his erection poking through this pants.

''Say it'' He whispered, his teeth pulling at your lower lip for just a second, before letting the flesh go, leaving your lower lip swollen.

You swallowed hard, the none existent saliva trailing down your dry throat. Your mind was a haze, the combination of pleasure he was giving you ,sending you into complete euphoria that you couldn't even mutter the words if you wanted to.

He didn't wait for you to speak. Seunghyun shifted his weight so his heavy frame pressed you deeper into the mattress. His lips aiming straight for another one of your weak spots, the collarbone. He nipped at the skin there just firmly enough to get a pleasurable reaction from you, then instantly soothing the spot with a slow, searing swirl of his tongue.

''Seunghyun!'' your back arched uncontrollably. Your composure completely faltered, you were now putty in his hands.

His breath hot against your bare skin. His free hand slid down from your waist, his long fingers still mapping the curve of your hip and then gripping you firmly to hold you completely still. ''Last chance Y/n'' He panted.

At this point you were too far gone, never wanting him to stop. You purposely stayed quiet, as you felt his hot kisses trail downward. His hair tickled your skin as lips went to the sensitive line of your ribs.

You managed to free one hand and tangle your fingers into his dark hair. Seunghyun slowly let go of your other captured hand, his long fingers trailing a teasing path down your waist till he reaches the button to your shorts. You didn't move an inch, scared the pleasure was going to stop, that he wouldn't go further.

The pleasure was an intoxicating blur, his breathing turned to panting and his movements became more eager. Seunghyuns fingers stayed still on the waistline of your shorts as he looked up at you, his cheeks as hot and red as yours. His gaze trailed your face, nose, lips before landing onto your eyes. ''You're so beautiful Jagiya''

He slowly lifted his hand, his long fingers moving with incredible gentleness as he stroked the back of his knuckles across your hot cheeks. Your eyelashes flutter, and a content sigh escaped your lips. Your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as he looked at you with complete admiration.

Unable to handle the intense weight of his gaze for another second, you let out an embarrassed whine as you buried your burning face directly into the warm crook of his neck. The comforting scent of his cologne made you want him more.

You tilted your head up and a playful smirk teased the corner of your mouth. You leaned up and placed a soft kiss upon his lips, Seunghyun immediately sunk into the kiss, deepening it. The tip of his tongue brushed tentatively against yours, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the sudden, electric warmth of the contact. He accepted the invitation as he deepened the french kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in an intoxicating rhythm that made your head deepen into the blissful fog.

Taking advantage of his relaxed state, you planted both of your hands firmly against his broad shoulders and used his own momentum to push him backward. Seunghyun gasped he rolled flat onto his back against the mattress. Before he could even process what had happened, you straddling his waist.

He stared up at you in total shock. The cool, dominant rapper was completely replaced by a thoroughly flustered boyfriend. ''Yah! You—"

You didn't give him the chance to rebuild his tough facade. Your lips trailed down the line of his jaw, pressing a soft kiss right onto his neck.

Seunghyun didn't bother to protest anymore- ''Ah, Jagiya'' He groaned.

At first, he didn't try to push you off. Instead, his large hands slid up from your waist to rest gently on your hips, anchoring you to him.

Your hot kisses trailed lower just like his did, and his fingers went to your hair in an instant, just like yours did. But it wasn't until you slowly started bucking your hips agains't his throbbing boner that he wanted complete control of the situation.

Seunghyun’s fingers tightened firmly on your hips, the sensation of your lips against his neck completely shattered his willingness to play along. Before you could even register what was happening, he completely reversed your positions. In the blink of an eye you were flat on your back once again.

"I'm never the bottom," he whispered, a smirk plastered onto his face. There was no room left for argument.

You can see the intent in his eyes. Seunghyun places his hand firmly on your stomach, holding you in place. ''Now, stay.'' He commanded.

You had no intention to go agains't his command, your gaze stayed locked on him as he lowered himself down your body. His warm hand lifted your shirt, exposing your breasts. ''Beautiful'' He gasped.

Slowly, deliberately, his lips brushed against nipple, leaving soft kisses around your tit before his tongue eventually swirled around your pink nipple. The contact was immediate and electric. He didn't rush; his tongue worked agonizingly slow.

''Ohh fuck, Seunghyun'' You moaned.

Seunghyun just hummed against your skin. Your back arching instinctively closer into his space. The intense focus of his touch made your entire body feel alive with heat, a shiver running down your spine. You didn't want to wait anymore, with your free hand you gently gripped his hand, forcing him to look at you. ''Oppa, please'' you whined. ''Just fuck me already''

It felt as if you were having withdraws from him. Your legs shook under him, sweat stuck to your body, and your panties were so soaked it was uncomfortable. He smiled, satisfied for how long he's made you wait.''Okay, okay Jagiya''

Your eyes widened & glistened as Seunghyun began to remove his shirt, his tone body flexing with every movement. It was completely involuntary on your part, but you couldn't help but to whisper, ''Fuck...''

His sharp eye brow raised before he engulfed in laugher. Your hands rushed to your face covering your mouth immediately embarrassed.

Seunghyun gently removed your hands, his eyes softening. ''You don't ever have to hide from me Jagiya, I want to hear you''

Your eyes stayed locked on his as his long fingers teased the waistline of your pants before reaching your wet, aching pussy. ''Good, so wet for me'' In quick practiced motion he pulls your undergarments down. You were just as eager as him, you kicked away the clothing, laying bare in front of him.

He sat there, impatiently waiting. It took you moment to realize what he wants but once you do, you willingly get on your knees and sit in front of him, your nose almost touching his. Slowly, your manicured fingers loosened the string of pants before pulling them down. Your hand purposely grazing his hard dick.

His cock stood front and center, ready for you. Seunghyun still hasn't moved, his body visibly shaking with anticipation. You knew what he wanted, what he needed. Without breaking eye contact, you leaned down- your lips wrapping around his member.

Seunghyungs body tensed the minute he felt the warmth of the inside of your mouth, his head rolled back as he expressed a stuttered moan.

You hit every one of his sweet spots, while your mouth worked on the tip, your hand fiercely rubbed his shaft. A combination he loved. It was obvious, his hips began bucking instinctively-his long fingers tangling in your messy hair. ''Oh fuck Y/n, faster''

His member was bigger then what you're used to, even after years of being with him, you still couldn't take him fully in your mouth. So instead, you let him fuck your mouth with the speed he's craving.

This was a personal turn on of yours as well, your hands reached down to your throbbing pussy and you began pleasure yourself. ''Mmm'' you mumbled the best you could.

Seunghyun came to a sudden halt, letting go of your hair. The sudden action making you stumble back slightly. ''Fuck, I'm close. I need to be inside you''

His large hands pushed you backwards onto the mattress, your legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer. His shaft entered you with ease, your walls instinctively clutching around him. ''F-f..uck''

Seunghyun stayed there for a moment, enjoying your warmth. He was so close to his orgasm but he never wanted this feeling to falter. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes, sticking to his sweaty forehead.

You were just as close as he was, a couple of his relentless thrusts would certainly get you over the edge. Your polished fingers push away the stray hairs from his eyes, needing to see his face. ''Oppa,'' you whine.

With that one word he rammed himself deeper inside you, the headboard hit the wall with a loud thud. Seunghyu buried his face into the crook of your neck as he was complete focused on reaching his end. You were already feeling the familiar heat in stomach, you held your breath waiting for that release when suddenly you felt his fingers trail down to your pussy, rubbing in relentless circles. ''Oh! fuck''

Seunghyun picks his head up just to watch you, ''Cum for me Jagiya''

And you did what he commanded. Your body squirmed under him as you finally met your release, your heart throbbing. Your eyes were closed enjoying the wave of euphoria but the intense pleasure returned as he now was reaching his peak.

The headboard was now hitting the wall with rhyme. His thrusts became sloppy and breathing was unsteady. It took everything in him to stop himself just before he came inside you. He looked down at you with pleading eyes, ''C-can I?...''

You knew what he was asking, he wanted to cum inside you. You were on birth control, you honestly didn't have a care In the world. ''Yes'' you gasped

Permission was all he needed. With one last sloppy thrust, he expressed a breathy moan, riding out his orgasm. His head fell to your shoulder, giving your sweaty skin a gentle kiss before pulling out and landing beside you on the mattress.

The both of you laid there, a sweaty breathless mess. The intensity in the room beautifully softened into a cozy stillness, leaving a deep sense of safety and comfort wrapped around the two of you as your heartbeats slowly started to calm down.

Seunghyun immediately reached for duvet, pulling it all the way up over your shoulders, making sure your bare skin would not get cold. ''That was-''

''Hot'' you chuckled, finishing his sentence.

He turns his head to look at you, a smile already shinning on his face, ''Yes, hot''

With a soft, contented sigh, he turned flat on his side, opening his arm to invite you in. You immediately shifted closer, sliding your arm over his waist and resting your head perfectly in the warm crook of his shoulder. Seunghyun wrapped his arms securely around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

He traced gentle patterns across your back as you laid there, the repetitive comforting strokes eased your pounding heartbeat and sending you back into slumber.

"Are you warm enough, Jagiya?" he whispered against your hair.

''Mmmm, mhm'' you hummed sleepily, burying your face a little deeper into his chest, embracing his cologne,

Seunghyun leaned down, pressing a soft, kiss to your nose, then another right onto your forehead. "Good," he whispered, his fingers continuing tracing your back.

He closed his eyes along with you, feeling completely safe. The both of you fell into a deep slumber, tangled together in your own peaceful world.

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[look-attthe-moon]

The Life Ahead: Ch. 15 (Trajectory Sequel)

Pairing: Choi Seunghyn x Fem Reader

Summary: Seunghyun reluctantly goes to LA when the unexpected happens.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, language, adult themes/topics, pregnancy/birth, etc.

Author’s note: Good news! I wasn’t able to wrap things up in this chapter as I initially thought😅 Here’s to one more chapter (at the very least lol) after this one💜

Also…to those of you new to my tag list because of my Another Dimension series…please know chapter one will be posted next!

Chapter Fifteen

The next few months fly by. You wrapped up everything at work making for a smooth transition of leadership to Soo-Jin. Despite being very pregnant, you were feeling good. What you weren’t feeling good about was Seunghyun’s trip to LA. Due to a schedule conflict, IRKO moved the meeting to late June. Technically, it wasn’t really an issue since the baby wasn’t slated to arrive until July but it still worried you.

“I get it. LA isn’t exactly a quick flight back…” You say nervously, folding the freshly washed onesies, putting them away.

“I know…I’ve been thinking of just rescheduling…” He says, adjusting a painting on the wall of the nursery.

“And what? Go after Agi comes?” You shake your head and laugh. “Babe, we both know you won’t be able to cope with the idea of missing a milestone, no matter how small…”

“Maybe I’ll just postpone the release.”

You watch as he adjusts and readjusts the frame. You pull yourself off the floor and step in front of him, placing your hands on his chest. “We both know you can’t do that.”

His forehead falls to yours. “I know. I’m just hesitant to leave you.”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but we will be okay.”

He leans in, kissing you gently. “I’m cutting it short though. Five days and I’ll be home.”

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Seunghyun is a mess the days leading up to his trip. It had been a while since you had seen him so worked up. It didn’t help that the morning of his departure you woke up feeling horrible.

“I’m not going.” He paces as you sip herbal tea.

“Yes you are. You’ll be back Sunday night.” You say, attempting to hide the sudden flinch you made. Since your appointment the day before, you’d started contractions. Braxton Hicks, but uncomfortable none the less.

Seunghyun sits beside you on the bed, placing a hand on your belly. “You aren’t making this easy on me, Agi.”

“They can stay put until you get back.” You say hopeful, ignoring the fleeting twinge of pain.

“I’m calling my mother on the way to the airport. She can come stay with you. Help you pick up and drop off Mye…”

“Seunghyun, please. I will be fine. If I need help I will ask for it. I promise.”

“Okay.” He breathes apprehensively before pulling you into a kiss. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Before you go, take this.” You say handing him a slip of paper containing four names. The two of you had narrowed your original dictionary sized list down to:

GIRL

Choi Ye-Jin

Choi Eun-Bi

BOY

Choi Jung-Woo

Choi Jang-Ho

He smiles warmly. “Let me guess, it’s my job to choose for the number one spot?”

“You did so good the first time, it's kind of my expectation.” You wink.

“Well this gives me a lot to ponder on the plane.” He says pocketing the note, grabbing his bag. “I’ll see you Sunday.” He says kissing your forehead before heading out the door.

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On Wednesday, you go into the office for a meeting after dropping Myeong off at school. Namjoon was coming in to talk with you about an upcoming partnership for a mental health awareness walk taking place in Olympic Park later in the year.

You still weren’t feeling your best. You couldn’t shake feeling overly tired, despite a full night's sleep. The contractions you were having seemed to shift that morning, becoming increasingly more painful, but still sporadic. You have five more weeks, Agi please hang in there…at least until your Appa gets home… you say to yourself as Namjoon enters.

“Hey, Y/N it’s good to see you.” He embraces you in a hug. “I almost forgot you were pregnant.”

“That makes one of us.” You laugh. “Looking forward to seeing what you have planned for the walk.” You say gesturing to the couch.

Namjoon shares a portfolio with mock ups of various free merchandise, signage, and other marketing materials featuring your practice’s logo alongside the typical BTS flair. “First Oreo, then Nike, now mental health services. I have to say Namjoon, I’m honored.” You smile.

“It makes me happy that you like it. I think this will be good to promote more mental health services in the city and push for more change. We’ve already accomplished so much together.” He says proudly. “There’s also a strong suicide prevention message and I was wondering…”

“You want…” You suck in a sharp breath as you feel your stomach tighten.. “Seunghyun to speak?”

Namjoon becomes aware of your distress. “Uh…yeah. If he doesn’t mind…”

“I can of course ask him. Rightfully so, it is still a difficult topic for him to talk about…” You grimace as the pain catches you off guard causing you to grip Namjoon’s thigh. “But he is proof of what you can overcome…”

“Can I call someone? TOP?” He says worriedly. “You are…ow...gripping my leg pretty tight.”

You close your eyes to center yourself and breathe. Once the worst has passed you turn to him. “He’s in LA.” You frown. “But, I do have another request…” You cannot believe you are about to ask the question but for your own sanity you need to be sure. “Would you mind, very discretely, driving me to the hospital?”

“Are you having the baby now?” Namjoon questions, panicked, leaping from the couch.

”No! Well, I don’t think so…thurthfully, I’m not sure.” You respond nervously.

He nods, helping you gather your things and escorting you to his car. He drives you as calmly as possible. When you arrive, you both see the flash of paparazzi cameras as you approach the entrance.

“Shit, I am really sorry for the story you're going to have written up about you. We had a hard enough time keeping things under wraps when we came back from the states. This is going to look really suspicious to the tabloids.” You say, frustrated.

He laughs. “It will be interesting to see what they come up with, but seriously, it's okay. I’ll make some sort of statement after the fact if needed.”

Namjoon stays with you as you get checked in and assigned to a room. Your pain is confusing, coming and going. When it decides to show up, you're transported back to that day in the hospital with Seunghyun awaiting the birth of your daughter. This doesn’t bode well…

Breaking your spiral, Namjoon offers his hand to you. “I don’t mind being a stand in.”

”You don’t want to do that.” You chuckle. “I have quite the grip.”

He rolls his eyes, “Oh come on…” but before he can move his hand away or finish his sentence the pain returns and you grasp it tightly.

”Shit, no kidding.” He winces as a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mrs. Choi. You are in what we call pre-term labor. Based on the information from your doctor, you're at thirty five weeks so the baby is viable and healthy. We will get you prepped for the OR and you’ll soon have a baby.” He smiles.

“Let’s get you scrubbed in Appa.” The on-call nurse says referring to Namjoon.

He puts his hands up, stammering. “I-I’m not…”

”No!” You shout? Surprising everyone. “My husband is out of the country…this is a friend.” You breathe. “I am NOT having this baby right now.”

The doctor looks perplexed for a moment but regains composure. “We could try to delay it. Give your husband time to return…but there are no guarantees Mrs. Choi.”

You nod, understanding the severity of the situation. “I’d like to at least try…”

The doctor leaves to get an additional nurse while you send Namjoon to call Seunghyun’s mom to pick up Myeong. You pick up your phone and call Seunghyun. It’s late in LA but being a night owl, he's more than likely awake. You do your best to keep it together.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hi Princess.”

At the sound of his voice, you start to cry. “Seunghyun…”

”What is it?” His voice becomes more shaken.

You go into detail of the last few hours. How you thought you were fine but things seem to escalate and now you're in labor.

”I’ll get a flight as soon as I can. IRKO can finish things, I trust him. I can get the next flight back…I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

”What if you don’t make it in time…” You sob.

“Shhh, don’t think that way…I am going to do my best.”

He hangs up to call his manager to reschedule his flight. While you wait for him to call back the nurse gets you set up on an IV and walks you through the protocol for the next hour. If it works, you will have the baby in the next 24 to 48 hours. If it doesn’t...well, you don’t even want to think about that.

Namjoon returns, offering to stay with you but you insist he go home. He reluctantly obliges when Seunghyun calls you back.

”I’m able to get on the next flight…I’ll be back tomorrow. I will make it.”

“What if…” You’re silenced as another contraction strikes.

”Breathe. Just breathe Princess. In through your nose, out through your mouth…” His voice even, grounding.

“God, I wish you were here…” You say, frustrated as the pain subsides.

“I know, I know. Me too… but you can do this. You’re strong with or without me.”

”I just don't understand why this is happening…” You say, frustrated.

“I guess it wouldn’t be our child if there wasn’t a dramatic entrance into the world.” He forces a laugh.

His statement makes you smile. That’s true…

He stays on the phone with you for as long as he can. Your contractions subside, giving you both a bit of hope that Agi can stay put for a little while longer. When he hangs up, arriving at the airport, you pray that he makes it in time.

_________________

The next morning you're feeling much better and the doctor clears you to eat breakfast. Nari surprises you and brings you a croiffle from the bakery nearby.

”Trying to give birth in secret?” She questions, holding up the bag.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You say, sitting up.

”Stop that bullshit, you know you're not a bother to me. You're my best friend and I am here to help you no matter the circumstances.” She says, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed. “And before you ask, yes. Seunghyun called me.”

”Where are the girls?” You ask, taking a bite of the flaky pastry.

”With Daddy Dragon of course. He's not as nervous being alone with them right now because they aren’t mobile. But Mi-Rae is almost there.” She smiles.

“Thank you.” You say tearfully. “This has been a less than ideal situation.”

“Hey, things happen. Unfortunately, for you, both your children have a flair for the dramatics when it comes to their birth.”

”In the grand scheme of things, I’ll take this over bleeding out.” You say nonchalantly. “Sorry, too dark?” You add after a pause.

Nari laughs. “There’s my best friend. You must be feeling better, you're cracking jokes.”

”Well, now that things have seemed to slow down, I’m feeling optimistic. I just need Seunghyun to make it back in time.”

Time passes and Nari helps you take a shower.

”You can’t look this ragged before your baby arrives. A hospital makeover should help you feel loads better.” She laughs, drying your hair.

When you’re transferred from the general intake floor up to labor and delivery you realize that this is really happening.

“It’s getting real.” You sigh, as Nari pushes your wheelchair down to the private room.”

”You’ve got this.” Nari says, rubbing your shoulders encouragingly.

Once settled in the room. You call Seunghyun’s mom and check in on Myeong. Her anxiety has gotten the best of her and all she can do is cry for you.

“I promise I am okay, baby. Appa is coming home and when you see us again Agi will be here.” Your heart breaks. This situation is taxing on everyone.

Later on in the day, things begin to pick up yet again. Just a little bit longer Agi…

“Hey, they were able to give you 24 extra hours.” Nari says encouragingly, holding your hand as she receives a text.

TTTOP: Plane landed. Be there in less than an hour. How is she?

Wife of the Dragon: She’s hanging in there. No baby…yet..but I’d get here ASAP.

“Does Ji need you back at home?” You ask worriedly.

“I’m not going anywhere until your husband walks through that door and you’re in luck because that was him telling me his plane just landed.”

Tears of relief come flooding out of you.

“The universe is not going to let him miss the birth of his…baby.” Nari says quickly recovering. “Shit, I almost spoiled your surprise.”

“That would just be on par with the disaster this all has been.” You chuckle.

Nurse Lee enters to check in. “Good to see you are keeping her spirits up. Daddy TOP on his way, I hope?”

You nod. “Less than an hour out.”

“Good, because this baby has had it with the delays.” She says warily. “There’s a pretty good chance they’ll be born in the next few hours.”

”Hours?” You question, stunned.

”Second, children don't like to hold things up.”

_____________________

Nurse Lee wasn’t kidding. A few moments later, as if on cue, things escalated…leaving no time for alternative options.

“To think, I had a pain free birth plan outlined this time…” You breathe.

“You’ve done it once, you can do it again.” Nari cheers, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“But I really didn’t want to…”

“You’ve got this, hun. When you hear Agi cry, all this will be worth it. Hell, you won’t even remember this.” She laughs. Her phone pings.

GDaddy: SOS

“I have to call Ji real fast…I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t worry…I’m not going anywhere.” You sigh, resting your head on the pillow.

A few moments after Nari steps out to call Jiyong, Seunghyun comes running through the door. Unkempt, bag on his shoulder, wearing his pajamas.

“You made it.” You smile, exhausted, reaching for him.

He throws his bag on the floor and crawls into bed with you. Holding you tightly. “I am never leaving you again.” He says, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this without me.”

You melt into him, tension washing away. “You’re here now…”

Nari returns to find you both curled up together, reunited. “I knew you’d make it Seunghyun.”

”Thank you for standing in while I was gone.”

“Anytime.” Nari smiles broadly. “ But, now that you’re here…I am going to have to step away for a bit…Jiyong called and he's struggling to navigate a double blowout. Apparently it’s everywhere and he’s dry heaving from disgust.”

You chuckle at the thought.

Nari blows you a kiss, leaving you and Seunghyun.

____________________

A little over an hour later, with Seunghyun by your side. Agi is born.

Time seems to stop. You take a moment to regain your breath. Seunghyun watching, fearful things could go wrong again, holding your hand tightly out of concern. The fear is washed away as Agi is placed on your chest, Nurse Lee wrapping them in a blanket as they let out a strong cry. The sound brings you and Seunghyun to tears.

“Hi Agi…” You whisper.

“Just couldn’t wait to join us could you?” Seunghyun teases.

Nurse Lee leans in, smiling. “Congratulations, It’s a boy.”

You look up to Seunghyun, seeking his face for a reaction.

”We have…a son…” He says. His voice hushed, in disbelief.

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[wcnderlnds]

[zoolilz]

Habits

Aka a series of smut drabbles cuz :p i’m just a girl… I kinda edge u guys sorry

Part one Pairing: Zoro x f!reader

Zoro often gets touchy when he’s really drunk.

Not fooling-enemies drunk, not sleepy drunk, when he’s an awake, inebriated, stumbling drunk— the only thing he can think about is you.

The way you smelled, the way you clenched around him and moaned his name when he went too deep into that sweet pussy if yours— His cock starts to throb in his pants, precum leaking into his boxers as he attempts to calm himself while the rest of the crew is out partying.

And you’re not helping his case at all.

You’re pretty drunk yourself, occasionally glancing over at him while you talk to nami, squeezing your thighs together to calm your own heat— and if he wasn’t so drunk he would’ve sworn that he could’ve smelled you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and that fact made him nearly come in his pants.

He soon dragged you away without further notice, grabbing you by your forearm as he muttered a couple words you didn’t pick up to nami.

The second he got you to his quarters, he had you pinned up against the wall as he dropped to his knees, holding onto your hips.

You were a bit shocked, your hands going to his hair, gently tugging on the small strands—

He was gone.

Eyes pure black, him looking up at you with half lidded eyes, kissing your hip.

“Can’t resist you. Could see you staring at me, made me so fuckin hard.” He muttered against your hip, his nose moving to nudge against your clothed core.

“Were you thinking about me too? Fuck— maybe I should put a baby in you, make sure everyone knows about us.” He whispered against you, you now able to feel his hot breath on your heat.

He smirked as you arched your back at his words, chuckling against you “so fucking cute—“ he said as he pulled your pants down, groaning at how soaked you were. “Trying to kill me, Jesus.” He said as he pushed your panties to the side with his thumb, his other one moving to spread open your folds.

“Zoro—“ you mewled, your back arched against the door.

“Shh, shh.” He cooed against your inner thigh, nibbling at it. “Can’t have anyone else hearing how good you sound for me.”

He ate you like a man starved, you were sure the rest of the crew would be able to hear if they listened closely enough. He palmed the fat on your hips and thighs as he ate you, moaning against you like eating you out was enough to make him come himself—

It wasn’t until your third orgasm that he finally let you down gently, holding your head in the crook of his neck as his breathing remained ragged, putting kisses into the crook of your neck before he moved you over to his cot, laying you down on it as he loomed over you.

“Just had to get you ready.” He muttered as he took off his pants, springing out of his boxers. “let me take care of you a bit more, hm?”

What a man :((

Nami next!!!

[voxslays]

More Thanos x reader drabbles PLEASE! 🙏🏻💋

COCKWARMING — THANOS

𐂐 You are Thanos’ personal cocksleeve. He loves the way your gummy walls stretch around him as you wrap your arms around his neck. It’s just so fun for him—almost like a drug.

𐂐 The two of you are sitting on Thanos’ bed in the shared dormitory for the players. Thanos sits at an angle, forcing you to straddle him. As you lay into his arms, he roughly nips and sucks at your neck.

𐂐 As you squeeze him like a python, Thanos keeps his hands firmly planted around your lower waist—allowing you no room to squirm or wiggle. No, this was your punishment for voting ‘X’ to leave.

𐂐 Every now and then, he violently thrusts up into you making you squeal and moan. And then, right before you approach your climax, Thanos just abruptly stops, reminding you of your punishment.

𐂐 When you try to cover your mouth during lights out, not wanting anyone to hear you—Thanos smacks it away, replacing the palm of your hand with his lips in a bruising kiss.

𐂐 You don’t even try to pull away from him, and not just because of the tight grasp he has on your thighs and waist—but because you somewhat (deep down) like it, and Thanos knows it.

𐂐 Eventually Thanos will pull out, watching your gummy-like walls clench around the air. He will pull his pants back up and lay down (and cuddle) with you. You need your rest for the next game, don’t you? That, or you were just rudely interrupted by Nam-gyu.

[femme11fatale]

destination, you

summary | Jungkook has spent months planning the perfect proposal, but he forgot to account for one thing −you. pairing | idol!jungkook x f!reader word count | 4.4k elements | established relationship; domestic fluff; marriage proposal; love author's note | My first proposal story −of course it had to be Jungkook! I hope you’ll like this one. Editing is a pain, so as ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked.  ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 bts masterlist (  ❛ p a r t • o n e ❜ ) | (  ❛ p a r t • t w o ❜ ) ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 jungkook masterlists (  ❛ p a r t • o n e ❜ ) | (  ❛ p a r t • t w o ❜ )

Jeon Jungkook could not accept defeat. 

That was an irrefutable fact, not an opinion, and that is how the whole stupid argument had started. 

"You cheated." 

You stare at him from across the living room. "I didn't cheat."

"You absolutely cheated."

You set your game controller down on the coffee table with exaggerated care. "Explain how."

Jungkook points at you immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the question. "You distracted me."

A laugh of disbelief escapes before you can stop it. "That's your defence?"

"It's a valid defence,” he insists. 

"It really isn't,” you argue back. 

His eyes narrow, and not to be outdone, yours narrow right back. Both of you glare silently at one another for a moment, nobody saying anything, but the battle rages on in wills. 

"You did distract me." The sheer seriousness in his voice makes you laugh harder. “Then you took advantage.”

You sigh exasperatedly. "Oh yeah? And how did I manage to do that exactly?"

"You kept talking."

"Talking isn't cheating."

"You know it affects my concentration."

"You've spent ten years performing in front of stadiums."

"That’s not the same thing and you know it,” he states. "It’s different. I wasn't trying to beat seventy thousand people."

You throw your head back. "Come on, Jungkook."

"I'm serious."

"No, you're being ridiculous."

His mouth drops open, but he’s still ridiculously pretty unfortunately. That makes winning arguments harder.

"You’re calling me ridiculous?” he states, unimpressed. 

"You are being ridiculous."

His eyebrows lift. "You know what?" he says sulkily. "I don't think you're taking this seriously at all."

You blink. "You think?"

"I'm hurt."

"Hurt?” you echo. 

"Yeah, Y/N, hurt."

"You lost one round."

"Three rounds actually.”

"Who's counting?" You really are losing your mind with him now. 

"I am."

Jungkook glares and you grin which only serves to infuriate him further, and his glare deepens. He’s so cute when he’s getting mad, so your grin broadens uncontrollably. In all the years you’d been dating, you’ve managed to learn every expression he has.

You know when he's genuinely annoyed, when he's exhausted or overwhelmed, and even when he’s pretending to be angry because he thinks it'll help him win an argument. This is definitely the third one, his twitching lip gives that away as he tries not to smile and ends up failing miserably. 

"You think this is funny?" he asks. 

"A little, yeah."

His glare finally breaks, the corners of his mouth turning upward. "There is something deeply wrong with you."

"You love me,” you chime. 

"Unfortunately."

You gasp, reclining in mock horror, one hand to your chest. "Unfortunately?"

"I said what I said."

"You take it back, Koo."

"No."

"Take it back."

"I will not," he retorts stubbornly. 

You grab a throw pillow and watch his doe eyes widen with awareness immediately. “Don’t you dare!” he warns. 

The pillow hits him square in the chest, and the resulting sound is embarrassingly dramatic. "Violence, really?" he muses theatrically. 

"Oh, please,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. 

"Violence in my own home, Y/N,” he tuts. “I expected better of you.”

"It’s our home, Koo," you correct him with a smile. 

He gives the smallest pause, the smile on his face softer now. "Our home,” he repeats, and the way he says it makes your heart swell. 

You try not to react, but you know he sees all the things you don’t say, the things you don’t even realise you’re feeling. His gaze lingers on you for a second too long, and the room quietens around you. 

"You still cheated,” Jungkook says suddenly. 

You groan, and the moment evaporates instantly. "You’re unbelievable."

"I know."

"You ruined the nice moment.”

"What nice moment?"

You point at him. "Exactly."

When he laughs, it’s the kind of laugh that you love the most. Deep and genuine, full of warmth and sincerity. The kind it’s hard not to join in with. When he looks at you, it feels like he’s looking at you differently, but you can’t quite put your finger on how or why. His eyes linger on you as if he’s really taking in the curve of your smile, how you tuck your legs beneath yourself when you sit and wrinkle up your nose when you’re trying not to laugh. 

You’ve been noticing the strange, thoughtful looks he’s been giving you for months now. How he’ll glance at you during conversations and then disappear into his own head, brushing it off whenever you questioned him about it. Your suspicions have definitely been raised. 

"Earth to Jungkook," you say, snapping your fingers. 

His eyes refocus. "Huh −what?"

“You were miles away,” you tell him. “I’d love to know where.”

He laughs. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You shoot him a look, and his expression instantly turns far too innocent, which means he's definitely lying. "You don’t trust me,” he says, pouting again. “I’m hurt, Y/N.”

"You'll survive,” you say firmly. 

"I might not."

"You will."

Jungkook’s hand reaches out suddenly and before you can react, he catches your wrist gently. The movement silences both of you, because somehow after all these years, simple things still affect you. The warmth of his hand, the graze of his fingers against your skin and the way his eyes soften automatically when he’s touching you. As if affection is his default setting and loving you is instinct.

He looks at your intertwined hands, and something flashes in his eyes that is gone almost immediately. You don't know what it means, only that it makes your heart skip a beat. 

"Now you’re miles away," he says quietly. “What’s on your mind?”

He knows you even more than you know yourself. "You started this,” you tell him evasively. 

"I know." 

The smile that follows is absolutely devastating −the sort of smile that should honestly come with a warning label. You narrow your eyes and he laughs, the moment dissolving. 

"Shall we order dinner?" he asks. "It's almost seven."

You smile inwardly. No matter what went on, Jungkook’s stomach never had a day off. It worked with military precision, you could set your watch by it. You check the clock and raise an eyebrow. "When did that happen?"

"I don't know,” he says, “I guess we both lost track of time.”

He releases your hand and you grimace as the space feels colder. You aren’t subtle because Jungkook picks up your expression. He smirks knowingly before standing up and stretching. The hem of his shirt lifts slightly to reveal those glorious abs you loved to run your hands over. 

You look away immediately, but you’re too slow. Jungkook catches you, his grin growing. The man was seriously impossible. You flush. 

"Don't start,” you tell him. 

"I didn't say anything,” he says defensively, looking only too entirely pleased with himself. It only strengthens your belief that he deserved to lose all three rounds. Perhaps four, on principle alone. 

"I'm ordering food,” Jungkook says. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want."

He bites his lip, the tip of his tongue flicking out over the silver of his lip ring. Your stomach does somersaults. "Hmm, maybe…” he says teasingly. 

“Koo!” you exclaim. If he was going to do this now, you weren’t sure your resistance would be up to scratch. It hardly ever was. 

“What?” he says, feigning yet more of that cutesy innocence. “I always know what you get from the Chinese."

You roll your eyes. "Then why ask?"

"See?” he says pointedly. “−This is why we argue."

"We argue because you're dramatic,” you respond, all flustered now. 

"We argue because you're impossible,” he hits back quickly. 

"We argue because you're too competitive.” 

"We argue because you're cute."

The words leave his mouth so effortlessly, as if he hasn’t got a clue what they do to you. Your brain stalls completely. Jungkook freezes, realizing what he said, his expression sheepishly shy. 

Suddenly you’re the one smiling. "You think I'm cute?"

"I take it back."

"Too late."

"I take it back."

"You can't."

"I absolutely can."

"Nope,” you insist. “Them’s the rules. You’ve said it now.”

He groans dramatically, and you chuckle. Despite all the teasing and bickering, the endless back and forth, you feel that familiar certainty that settles in your chest whenever you look at him. No matter how many arguments you have about games, food, movies, laundry, or whose turn it is to do literally anything, home has somehow become a person, and that person is standing in your kitchen pretending not to blush.

You don't notice the way Jungkook watches you afterward. The way his expression changes as his hand briefly slips into his pocket to touch something hidden there that he’s been carrying around for weeks. Something that suddenly feels much heavier than before, because when he looks at you smiling at him from across the room, his carefully planned proposal becomes infinitely more terrifying.

The cold war lasts exactly five minutes and twenty-two seconds, not that you're counting. You are absolutely counting, but only because Jungkook is being ridiculous. The two of you sit at opposite ends of the couch while waiting for dinner to arrive, both pretending to be deeply invested in your phones.

A heavy, intentional silence hangs between you. The kind that says I'm not talking to you first.

You glance up to see Jungkook scrolling, his face completely neutral −suspiciously neutral. You look back at your phone and a few seconds pass. 

Then out of the blue, a cushion hits your shoulder. You stare at it and slowly turn your head. Jungkook is still looking at his phone, scrolling and pretending he had nothing to do with it. 

"You missed,” you announce. 

He stills for a second. “I don't know what you're talking about."

"You threw a cushion at me."

"You have no proof of that."

You can’t help but laugh. "There is literally a cushion in my lap."

"It could've fallen,” he shrugs. 

"Across the room?"

"Gravity works in mysterious ways."

You huff and shake your head, while Jungkook's shoulders shake suspiciously. And just like that, the cold war is over. Dinner arrives ten minutes later. By then you're both squeezed into the same corner of the couch again, arguing over what movie to watch, which feels much more normal.

"Oh no,” he says. “Definitely not that one."

"Why not?"

"You cry every time, Y/N,” he says. “I end up having to dry clean shirts covered in mascara repeatedly.”

"That is so not true." Jungkook turns to look at you with a pierced eyebrow arched and you lose confidence. "Not every time."

"You cried last week,” he reminds you. "You cried because the dog found its owner."

"It was emotional."

"The dog was missing for fifteen minutes."

"That's fifteen minutes too long."

He starts laughing and you shove his shoulder. He barely moves. Years of boxing and working out have made that a one-sided contest.

"You're mean,” you sulk. 

"But you still want me."

"There you go again."

"There I go again."

The smile he gives you is so soft that it still catches you off guard regardless of how many years have passed or however many times you’ve seen it. 

The movie ends up forgotten entirely, mostly because Jungkook keeps talking through it. Then you keep talking through it. Then neither of you remembers what's happening anymore and the TV becomes background noise, a soundtrack to a conversation that wanders aimlessly through a dozen different topics. A funny comment he saw online, a song that's been stuck in his head, a trip that the two of you keep promising you'll take when schedules calm down or the latest tattoo idea he's considering.

Halfway through explaining it, he notices your expression change. "What?" he asks. 

You hesitate. "You know you say that every time,” you tell him. “You say one more tattoo."

His mouth falls open. "You're making things up."

"Koo, you've said it at least ten times before."

His betrayal is immediate. "Whose side are you on?"

"Reality's."

The offended noise he makes nearly sends you into another fit of laughter. You love him so much, like something your heart learned years ago and never forgot. Perhaps that's what love becomes after enough time; certainty that settled into your bones and stayed there ingrained within you. 

Across from you, Jungkook is still arguing his case in the typical Jungkook way. He looks unbelievably adorable still, and your heart flutters. Damn him. After all these years, he can still make you feel sixteen, twenty-six and eighty-six all at once. The words linger on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t say anything. Suddenly bursting out with telling him how much you love him feels embarrassingly vulnerable.

But as ever, Jungkook reads you like a book and apparently your silence speaks some coded language he understands perfectly. He reaches out and hooks a finger around yours, and the gesture makes you ache. 

"You okay?" he asks gently. It’s always gentle and tender when it’s you. 

You nod. "Yeah."

He studies you for another second as if making sure, before he nods too, satisfied. The movie continues playing in the background, and for a little while, everything is perfect. Until Jungkook's phone rings. The second he sees the screen, he sits up straighter, and you bristle instantly, your senses on alert. 

"Who is it?"

"It's not important."

Now you're definitely suspicious, and as the phone keeps vibrating, Jungkook’s panic grows visibly. You watch, and he watches you watching him. The phone rings off and then on again. Then, in a move so obvious it's honestly insulting, he places the phone face down. 

"You're hiding something,” you state. 

His eyes widen. "No, Y/N."

"Then let me see."

"No."

Now you're sitting upright too. His face tells you he thinks he’s made a mistake. You’ve seen that face many times, usually right before he loses an argument. "It's not what you think."

"I don't even know what I think."

The phone starts ringing again and Jungkook looks ready to launch himself through the nearest window. You burst into a fit of giggles which somehow makes him look even more distressed. That's when you come to a strange realisation. Jungkook is many things −competitive, stubborn, playful and sometimes dramatic. 

But he isn't secretive −not with you. The nervousness you're seeing now feels different, and concern fleets through your chest. You needed to trust him −and you did. "Hey."

His eyes lift and you reach for his hand. The tension in his shoulders eases a little, just from you touching him. "Is everything okay?"

Jungkook looks down, and when he finally looks up again, you see something unreadable lingering in his eyes. “Yeah, everything's okay."

Your concern eases, but not entirely because that look remains for a moment longer. When his phone rings again you both jump and the spell breaks instantly. 

"Answer it,” you tell him. 

"I don't want to."

"It might be important."

"It isn’t."

The phone continues vibrating relentlessly and you squint. "Who is it?"

"No one."

"That's not an answer."

"It is technically an answer."

You lunge at him, although you’re not seriously trying to take his phone. Jungkook reacts like someone defending nuclear codes. The man practically tackles the phone first.

"Koo!" you yell. “Let me see!”

“No!”

You laugh so hard you're barely functional. He's laughing too now, although his sounds slightly hysterical. Eventually he answers the phone, but only because he has no choice.

"Hello?" 

The glare he sends whoever is on the other end could melt steel. You hear a voice, but it’s too faint to understand. Jungkook's eyes dart toward you and there’s a pause, and he curses under his breath before his face turns bright red.

"What?"

He points at you, as though you're somehow responsible. The person on the phone says something else and now Jungkook looks like he's considering murder. A few moments later, the call ends and the room falls silent. 

"That was so suspicious,” you say. "Why are you blushing?"

His hand flies to his face and you grin. "I'm warm."

"It's winter."

"I'm still warm."

You laugh and despite his obvious embarrassment, a smile tugs at Jungkook’s mouth too. That’s the thing about Jungkook −even when he's stressed or nervous, and even when something is clearly eating him alive, he loves to make you laugh. Sometimes you think it's one of his favourite sounds.

Across from you, Jungkook watches your smile appear, and he forgets whatever excuse he was about to make. Because all he can think is, just one more day and then he won’t have to keep secrets anymore. Then he can finally ask the question that's been living in his chest for months.

Then if he’s lucky, you’ll say yes −and the thought terrifies him far more than performing in front of a stadium ever could.

The next morning, Jungkook is weird. You squint at him over your coffee, feeling like you’re missing part of a conversation or something, because Jungkook is usually predictable in the small things. You know how he takes his coffee, know without doubt that he’ll steal bites from your breakfast even when he orders his own, and leave cabinet doors open and swear he didn't.

You know he'll wander into whatever room you're in eventually, even if he has absolutely no reason to be there.

Today he looks distracted. He’s burnt his toast twice, put orange juice in the cupboard and cereal in the refrigerator. You watch silently. Jungkook stares at the carton of orange juice sitting beside the plates, and then at you. "I meant to do that."

"Sure."

The smile threatening your lips finally wins.

Jungkook points accusingly. "Don't."

"You put orange juice in a cupboard."

"It happens."

"No, baby."

His ears turn pink, but he’s distracted by something else that follows him through the entire day, because by lunchtime, he's checked his phone fourteen times. You've counted because he’s acting suspicious again. The man who usually leaves his phone lying around without a second thought has now developed a serious case of attachment to it. 

Every notification gets a reaction, every vibration gets checked and every message gets answered immediately.

"You'd be terrible at crime,” you tell him. 

His eyebrows lift. "What does that even mean?"

"It means if you were hiding a body, everyone would know."

His jaw drops. "A body?"

"It’s just an example."

"That's your example?"

"It is when you're acting suspicious."

Jungkook sighs dramatically and that's when you know you've won, because he only sighs like that when he's losing. "Fine,” he concedes. 

"Aha."

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Things."

"What things?"

“Just things.”

"Very convincing."

"Thank you."

You snort, and Jungkook grins. For an instant, everything feels normal again. But later that evening, Jungkook disappears into another room for half an hour. It wouldn’t normally be something to be concerned about, except whenever you try to enter that room to check on him, he appears like a summoned guardian spirit.

The first time, you don't think much of it, but at the second time, you get suspicious. After the third time, you decide you’re definitely going in no matter what. 

"No, Y/N −you can’t," Jungkook tells you.

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because reasons."

You cross your arms and he mirrors you immediately. Somewhere along the way, your relationship became ninety percent affection and ten percent staring contests.

"What are you hiding?" you say, taking a step forward. 

He takes a step sideways, directly into your path.

"You're literally blocking the door,” you tell him. 

"I'm standing."

"You're impossible."

"I've heard that before."

The smile he gives you is annoyingly charming, he usually gets forgiven for everything when he pulls that one out. This time it works as usual and you roll your eyes before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. 

His entire train of thought derails, and the effect is almost comical. One second he's confidently standing there, the next he's blinking at you, speechless. You smile victoriously, then walk away, leaving him frozen in the hallway.

"You're evil,” he calls out. 

You laugh from the kitchen, and his answering laugh follows a second later, full of something fond and sweet that allays any doubt you might have had in him. 

An hour later, you're curled up on the couch and Jungkook eventually joins you. He doesn’t sit beside you, but ends up practically on top of you, because personal space has never been his strongest quality. You barely have time to react before he's dropping onto the couch and pulling you against his side.

You settle instinctively and his arm tightens around your shoulders. It's one of your favourite things about him, the ability to simply exist together without expectations or the need to fill every moment with words. Eventually you tilt your head to find him already looking at you.

You smile and he smiles back. "Hi."

"Hi."

"You've been weird all day."

His groan is immediate. "Is this going to be another interrogation?”

"You earned it," you say lightly. 

His eyes drift over your face, longer than usual. The teasing smile slowly disappears, and the mood seems to change. There’s a look in his eyes you haven’t seen before, and your heart races. 

You’ve seen Jungkook happy, playful, excited and emotional −but not this. This looks almost nervous, which doesn't make sense. Not for him, and not here, with you. 

"Koo?"

His gaze drops briefly, and when it returns, the vulnerability there hits you so hard it almost hurts. For the first time all weekend, you stop joking. This feels too important. 

"I need to show you something,” Jungkook says, standing and offering you his hand. 

"Baby,” you call hesitantly, unsure what to make of this. "What’s happening?"

His smile is shaky but terrifyingly beautiful. "Just come with me."

You take his hand, because despite your confusion and curiosity, and the thousand questions now running through your head, you do trust him entirely. His fingers tighten around yours, and together, you walk toward the room he's been guarding all day.

The mysterious room that you’re finally allowed to enter. Your heart pounds harder with every step as Jungkook opens the door. Then it all makes sense, and the breath leaves your lungs. There’s nothing there; no flowers or lavishly decorated scene. It's just the two of you. 

Years of you.

Photographs line the walls; hundreds of them. Concerts, vacations, late-night selfies, blurry moments and ordinary moments. The life you've shared together so far told through memories. You recognize pictures you forgot existed that Jungkook had somehow kept and saved, that he had remembered.

Your vision blurs almost immediately. "Koo−"

You hear him exhale shakily as if he's gathering courage, standing on the edge of something enormous. When you turn toward him, his eyes are already shining −and then yours are too. Because now you know.

“God−,” you gasp, the sound barely a whisper of a breath. 

Jungkook laughs softly, nervously, and his hand finds yours again. Holding on, maybe for your sake, or maybe for his, but probably both. 

"I rehearsed a speech−" he starts, his voice cracking. He chuckles embarrassedly and you feel tears gathering. "I practiced."

You laugh through your tears. Typical Jungkook the perfectionist, of course he had practiced. 

"I had everything planned,” he continues with a shake of his head. “−Then I saw you and forgot half of it."

The room blurs, your heart feeling impossibly full. Jungkook looks down at you, and suddenly every bit of nervousness disappears. "I spend a lot of my life being somewhere else,” he says quietly. “But no matter where I go, or how amazing it is−" His eyes never leave yours. "I always want to come back to you."

Your breath catches, and a tear slips free. Jungkook smiles softly. "You're my favourite part of every day." The ache in your chest becomes overwhelming. "You make ordinary things feel important."

He strokes your face tenderly. "You make bad days easier." A shaky breath escapes him. "You make good days better."

Now he's crying a little too, enough to make your heart shatter and rebuild itself, stronger and fuller. 

"I don't need everything." His voice drops. "I just need you."

The tears are impossible to stop now and Jungkook laughs through his own. Then finally, Jungkook drops to one knee and pulls out the tiny box, opening it to reveal a solid golden band, and your world stops. Nothing exists except him, only him, staring up at you like you're the most important person he's ever known.

"Will you marry me?"

It’s perfect. 

A sob escapes you and his eyes widen as he stands up immediately. “Y/N−“

You laugh through tears of happiness and the complete destruction of your ability to function.

"Are those happy tears? he asks softly.

Then you’re both laughing together, relief flooding his handsome features. His smile grows, the smile that made you fall for him years ago, that you know you will never get tired of seeing. 

“Koo?”

His breath catches as he waits expectantly for your answer. 

“Yes.”

The exact moment the word reaches him, and he realises you’ve agreed, his expression turns to nothing but pure joy and disbelief. In a heartbeat he has you wrapped in his arms, holding you so tightly you can barely breathe. But you don’t care because you're holding him just as tightly.

Both of you are laughing, crying, kissing one another. You can feel him smiling against your lips, feeling the future unfolding around both of you, bright and beautiful as he slides the ring onto your finger where it fits like it had always been there. 

Jungkook looks stunned, as if he can't quite believe this is real. "I love you." he says. 

You smile. "I love you too."

And somewhere between the laughter, the tears, the kisses, and the ring now resting on your finger, you realize that the proposal wasn't hidden in this room or in the photographs. It wasn't even in the ring. It had been there all along; in every coffee shared, every playful argument, quiet evening, every hand held, every moment he chose you again and again. 

The question was only four words, but the answer had been building for years. 

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SHINING LIGHTS : PART ONE ── choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: idolspark is the newest musical survival show created by yg and you're one of the lucky final ten to make it to the live shows. it's all you've ever wanted but when you meet seunghyun, he has a few things to say about it. .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: none really just some alluding to seunghyun's past but barely. kind of an enemies to lovers setup, mayhaps. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 1.5k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: i read a book called survival show and it inspired me to write this. i have no idea how korean survival shows work so im winging it and going off good old x factor, etc. this first chapter is just an introduction. there'll be more of the other characters in other chapters (we have to meet the dancing and vocal coaches still) i haven't proofread bc im tired but enjoy <3

SHINING LIGHTS MASTERLIST

The stage was bigger than you’d imagine it would be.

Much bigger.

The sheer size of it, the thousands of seats facing it just waiting to be filled with people was so overwhelming you felt the nausea start to bubble up inside you. Soon enough, there would be people looking on to this stage to see you giving the performances of your life because that’s what you signed up for. It still felt surreal that you were even here, walking along the gigantic stage in YG’s newly built studio. If there was ever to be a pinch me moment in your life, this would be it. Most people would say you were lucky but you weren’t. You had worked your ass off for years perfecting your voice and dance skills just to be able to have a shot like this. Luck had nothing to do with it. It was all sheer determination and believing in yourself.

IdolSpark was YG’s newest attempt at finding the next big thing. With all the money they had coming in, they had decided to create their own musical survival show. The second you had caught wind of it, you had applied, sending tapes in. Once you’d made it through the first couple of rounds of auditions, you just had this feeling that you were getting in. Then, you finally got the call that you’d made it to the final ten — the live shows. You would never forget that feeling. It felt like your dream was finally coming true, you were going to get to show the world your talent.

Today would be the day of the first show — an introduction to all the idols in training. There would be no performance, not from you anyway. There had been word that there would be a special performance from one of YG’s bands but you hadn’t thought much about it. You couldn’t. All you could focus on was yourself. You wanted to win this thing. You would play nice, maybe make a few friends but the goal was to come out of this as the next biggest star. It was all you had ever wanted. The judges would be introduced to you today along with the host then, when training began tomorrow, you’d be introduced to your dance and vocal couches. There had been rumours about who it would be, there always was but you didn’t care either way. You were just excited to get some feedback from some actual professionals.

“Over here,” one of the producers called you and the rest of the contestants over, waving his arm in his direction. You came down off the stage, eyes still glancing up at the lights that shone down on it. You were barely listening when the man explained that the judges were on their way in to introduce themselves to you. Your thoughts were consumed about the coming weeks, the rehearsals you’d have to go through, the performances — it was all you could think about. “And, here they are!”

Finally, your eyes snapped up and you were greeted by the judges. Of course they had gone for star power, recruiting some of YG’s biggest names.

SeVen, Park Bom and… Choi Seunghyun?

You tilted your head as you looked at them. Everyone growing up in Korea knew of Bigbang, they knew how vocal Seunghyun was about how he hated these kind of things so you wondered how he had been dragged into this. Surely he wouldn’t have willingly signed up for this. They must be paying him a ton of money or something. That was the only way you could see him doing something like this. Admittedly, you weren’t even a fan of him. Your Bigbang bias had always been Daesung — his infectious attitude had always made you smile, the way he seemed to enjoy life. Seunghyun on the other hand always seemed quiet, weird. That wasn’t really your type of person.

They each introduced themselves — not that they really had to, shaking your hands. When you got to Seunghyun, he seemed to tilt his head as he looked at you, like he was staring into your very soul. You pulled your hand away, shoving it into your jacket pocket. What was that all about?

As the producers went through everything for the live show later, you noticed that Seunghyun kept glancing at you. When you caught his eye, he’d maintain eye contact until you looked away. It was like he was assessing you. You were used to being perceived but not like this.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. At some point you had been introduced to the host of the show which just so happened to be Kang Daesung himself. You couldn’t remember much of it, probably blacking out from sheer excitement. He was just as bubbly in real life as he was in all the interviews you’d seen. He had even greeted all the trainees with a hug, a memory that you’d cherish for the rest of your life. Now, you were backstage, getting ready for the show. It was due to air in less than an hour. Your outfit was on, your hair and makeup sorted, now all you had to do was wait. The other trainees were nervous, some even running off to the bathroom to empty their stomachs but not you. The only emotion running through you was excitement. The buzz of it all made you dizzy, it made butterflies roar in your stomach. All you had to do was go out there, introduce yourself and show the world exactly all the star power you held. Simple enough.

“Good luck out there!” Bom had said, giving you all a dazzling smile.

Seunghyun had been talking to one of the other trainees, a hand on their shoulder as he whispered words of advice at them. He was a pro, you knew that but something about him bothered you. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to be watching you like you were a puzzle to solve.

“You good?” Seunghyun asked as he made his rounds and finally reached you.

“Yeah,” you said simply.

“Not nervous?”

“Nope.”

“Intresting,” he murmured and that bothered you.

“What’s your deal?” You asked, annoyed.

“What do you mean?” He was confused, that much was evident with the raise of his eyebrows and the tilt of his head.

“You keep looking at me. Watching me. What’s that all about?”

Seunghyun was silent for a moment, considering his words. “You seem… sure of yourself, that’s all. How much do you want this?”

“More than anything,” you nodded confidently.

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t.”

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Those words were all that rang through your head as you stepped on to the stage but you didn’t let them bother you while you were giving your introductions. The bright lights shining down on you, the roar of the crowd; this is all you had ever wanted. No disgruntled words from an idol would deter you. The crowd seemed to enjoy every word you said, cheering for you. The excitement in the arena was palpable and when you finally got off stage, you couldn’t hide the wide smile on your face.

This was going to be good. You could feel it.

After the trainees had done their introductions, the stage was taken over by performances from 2NE1, Bigbang and SeVen. You watched each one with your full attention, taking in every detail, how they worked the stage. These were the people you could learn from even if one of them was getting under your skin already.

As you got dressed out of your show outfit into some casual clothes, you noticed Seunghyun walk down the hallway. Excusing yourself from some of the other contestants, you jogged to catch up to him, calling his name. He stopped in place, turning around to face you.

“What the hell did you mean when you said I shouldn’t want this as much as I do?” You questioned him, a steely look in your eyes.

He took a step forward. “You think this idol life is all glitz and glam? It’s not. It’s bullshit half of the time. You have no idea what they’re going to put you through, how they’re going to treat you.”

“And you do?” You shot back. It was a stupid thing to say because he obviously did but you were annoyed, your brain wasn’t functioning properly.

“I do,” he said through gritted teeth. “Because I’ve had to go through stuff you couldn’t even dream of. Things I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”

“That’s your story, not mine!”

“You’re right it is but once they get their claws into you, you’ll never be the same again.”

“Why are you even here then if you hate it so much?” The question that had been on your mind the second you had seen him all those hours ago fell from your mouth.

“To try and put a stop to it.”

Those were the only words he said before he turned and walked away leaving you standing there. Maybe he was right, maybe this wasn’t all you’d imagine it to be but that wasn’t going to stop you. Everything you had wanted was so close, you couldn’t let his words affect you.

But, they had already taken root whether you wanted them to or not.

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NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS : EPISODE I ── choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: choi seunghyun, a smuggler, bounty hunter and one hell of a pilot takes on a new bounty to earn himself some credits but ends up with more than he bargained for. .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: blasters, injury, blood mention. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 1.5k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: okay, here we go. im very excited about this one. i'll be using some of the actual star wars planets and characters but i'll be trying my best to add my own creative, new things to it so forgive me if any actual star wars lore is wrong. i'm not an expert, just a fan. this one is a short one to get it started but the rest will be longer once we get more into the story!!!

NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS MASTERLIST

With his feet propped up on the console, hands behind his head as he dozed off, Seunghyun looked at peace. No incessant aliens chattering in his ear, no crime syndicate yelling about how much money he owed them. Just the peace and quiet of space laid out in front of him. There weren’t many moments like this — not for a smuggling bounty hunter anyway. Seunghyun’s life was either spent running away from something or hiding as blasters were shot at him. But, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He lived for the thrill of it. This was the life he’d chosen. It was the only life he had so why not make the most of it?

He was jolted from his light sleep as his ship — The Nova Talon — was jerked out of hyperspace. He sat up, flicking the controls, trying to shut down the beeping that was sounding out through the cockpit.

“Blasted thing,” he grumbled to himself, finally flipping the switch that shut the thing off and made his beloved freighter fly smoothly. His eyes glanced out, focusing on the giant planet ahead of him. Onderon. Not his first choice for a destination but he had a job to do. It was a jungle planet on the inner rim, governed by a monarchy. Usually he’d avoid anything related to monarchs but this bounty paid too much for him to pass up. He had too much debt, too many people on his ass that he needed to shake. This would do that then he’d be free to take those easy, casual jobs he loved so much. He knew the planet was peaceful, under the rebel’s control but slowly it was turning into an imperial planet, sure to be overrun by those tin can Stormtroopers he hated so much.

Landing on the planet was easy enough, he threw a few credits to the mechanics to fix up any repairs the ship needed then pulled the bounty puck from his pocket. Luckily, these things had a tracking device on so all he had to do was follow it and it would lead him straight to his credits. With his jacket firmly on, blasters at his hip, he held the puck out, following the direction it flashed in.

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Run.

That’s all you could do.

Your feet ached, your body felt like it was going to collapse at any moment. Blaster bolts were shooting in your direction, you had to swerve, hide behind the trees, anything to protect yourself. It was a good thing you had trained yourself in secret, knowing how to shoot a blaster yourself so you could fire off shots. You weren’t really paying attention to aim, mostly trying to run and distract them. If you hit a few as you shot then that was a bonus. You ran, swerving yet another blaster shot but you were too slow, the bolt grazing your leg. You fell into the mud, instantly pushing yourself up with your hands. You couldn’t afford to dwell on the pain right now. You had to get up and just run.

It was harder now, much harder. The limp was setting you back. It was like the galaxy was trying its hardest to make you suffer because at that precise moment, heavy rainfall began. Of course it did. This was a jungle planet after all. When did it not rain? Your feet sloshed, your limp dragging your foot in the mud. Tracks, you were leaving tracks. Now, it was going to be even harder to evade them. At least when it was dry you had a chance to try and lose them.

Stormtroopers, about six of them, chased after you. Their heavy footsteps could be heard even through the rain. The imperial forces that were trying to take over your planet were the worst thing that could have ever happened. It had been a nice place; a good place. But, like always the government and politics were to blame. No matter how much you, or the citizens had tried to protest, a deal had been made and now they were practically running things. You couldn’t stand it any longer. This place you called home no longer felt safe. No matter how much you were needed here, you couldn’t. If you were going to help, you had to find people — the rebels. It was the only way.

Your cape billowed behind you, your hood tugged around your head to try and shield your face. If you had been anyone else, the stormtroopers wouldn’t care but you were you. An important figure to this planet. They needed you. You didn’t need them.

You ran, firing your blaster behind you, not looking where you were going until you were suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands, one going around your mouth as they yanked you behind a giant boulder.

“You have to be kidding me? Seriously?” Seunghyun hissed. “Couldn’t make this easy for me, could you?”

You managed to shove his hand from your mouth. “I’m sorry, is this an inconvenience to you?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Who the hell are you anyway? Take your hands off me!” You demanded, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he was strong. One arm wrapped firmly around your midsection, the other around your shoulders.

“I’m your ticket out of here and if you’d stop trying to elbow me, we’d be long gone by now,” he huffed as you landed a sharp elbow in his ribs.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” You heard the footsteps of the stormtroopers, their mechanical voices directing each other to split up to try and find you.

“You got a big bounty on this head of yours, sweetheart. So, shut the talking and get moving before we both end up dead,” he grumbled, trying to drag you along. But, as he did, you both fell into the muddy soil beneath you with a slosh, alerting the stormtroopers.

They came running but Seunghyun was quicker, he picked you up by your elbows, pulling his blaster from his hip and shooting. He didn’t think, there wasn’t any time to as he ran, dragging you along with him. You shot your own blaster, managing to down one of the troopers close to you. They were gaining on you. Seunghyun had half the mind to ditch you and save his own skin but he needed this money. His eyes saw the Nova just through the trees and he made a run for it. He didn’t care at that point if he was dragging you through the mud — he didn’t know you were injured.

Reaching the ramp of the Nova, he quickly threw you in the cargo hold, running up to the cockpit and starting the ship. It was a close call but he managed to get it in the air and zoomed off the planet. Once he was sure they were a safe distance away, he put the ship in auto pilot, going back into the cargo hold. He stood there, out of breath, hands on his hips, covered in mud as he looked at you.

“Want to tell me where you were being chased by an army of kriffin’ stormtroopers?” He narrowed his eyes on you.

“No,” you replied, getting to your feet but as you put pressure on your leg, you groaned. “Do you have any bacta patches or something before I bleed out all over your garbage ship and you can’t claim your precious credits?”

“Garbage ship? Garbage ship?” He gasped, bewildered that you had the gall to insult the very ship that had got you out of there. “I’ll have you know this is the best ship this side of the galaxy!”

“I don’t care about your damn ship! Get me a bacta patch. Now!”

“Oh, bossy, are we? You know, sweetheart, it doesn’t matter whether I bring you in alive or dead so…” he shrugged nonchalantly, moving to turn around to go back up to the cockpit but another hiss of pain from you cracked his resolve. Seunghyun was many things but he wouldn’t let you die no matter how much he acted like he didn’t care.

With a mumble to himself, he shifted towards the medpacks he had stacked up, pulling one open and tossing you a bacta patch. “There you go. Stop getting blood all over my ship.”

You glared at him, pulling your cape out of the way, rolling up your leggings and plastering the bacta patch to your wound. At least now you weren’t going to bleed out. It may have just grazed your skin but it was still a pretty gnarly injury. You slid to sit down on the floor, legs stretched out in front of you, your back resting against the cool metal of the ship. Seunghyun hadn’t moved, he had stood there watching you. There had to be some reason you had been hunted like you were. Stormtroopers, as much as he hated them, didn’t hunt down someone for no reason, especially not some girl.

“You going to tell me why you were being chased through the forest like that?” He asked again, hands on his hips expectantly.

This man just wasn’t going to let up so you relented with a sigh. “They were chasing me because I’m the heir to the throne. Princess Y/N.”

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FLOWER ROAD : LAVENDER ── choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: it's your first date with seunghyun and he knows just the perfect way to make you feel special. .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. making out, fingering, the tiniest bit of dirty talk, a lot of sexual tension. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.3k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: we back with flower road!! i know its been a couple weeks and im sorry it took so long but hopefully this was worth the wait <3

FLOWER ROAD MASTERLIST

LAVENDER ROSES — symbolise love at first sight, enchantment and fascination. Perfect for a first date.

Clothes were strewn all over your room, haphazardly thrown across the bed, floor and on the chair that sat in the corner. Why was figuring out what to wear for a date so hard? A first date, nonetheless. You were nervous. This was your first date in years let alone with someone that you actually had feelings for. Sure, you and Seunghyun had already spent a lot of time together but this was different. This was a step in the direction to take your relationship further. A thing that you never thought would’ve happened that day all those weeks ago he had first stepped into your flower shop. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then. The nights spent together, hanging out, talking and getting to know each other. They were some of your favourite memories now. Those days where you felt yourself being dragged under by the darkness, you thought of his smile, the way he’d always be there to listen to you. It helped bring you back to the light. They were like your safety blanket, always stored in your mind ready to be unleashed the second you felt that voice inside your head trying to tear you apart.

“What’d you think, Nova?” You asked your dog, scratching behind her ears as she sat by your feet. Seunghyun hadn’t told you where you were going for your date. ‘It’s a surprise’ he had said but that gave you no indication for what kind of outfit to wear. Dinner would’ve been easy — you had plenty of dresses for that but a surprise? How did one even dress for a damn surprise? With your hands on your hips, your eyes scanned the clothes you had thrown about your room. There had to be something here.

It took ten more minutes until you finally found an outfit. Seunghyun would be here in an hour so you quickly hopped in the shower. Of course you’d left everything until the last minute but at least it gave you no more time to overthink. After the shower, you got yourself ready making sure everything was perfect. This had to be perfect. The feelings you had for Seunghyun were all consuming at this point. If this didn’t go well, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle it. This man had walked into your life and seized your heart the second he had laid those gorgeous brown eyes on you. The time seemed to tick by tortuously as you sat on your couch, waiting for that knock on the door. When it finally arrived, you jumped up, heart pounding in your chest. Your feet carried you to the door, face trying to contain the smile threatening to break out. You didn’t want to freak him out the first second you saw him.

As you opened the door, instead of being greeted with his beautiful face, a bouquet of lavender roses swam in your vision. A small gasp passed your lips — they were beautiful. You took them from his hands, fingers brushing against his as you did so. “They’re beautiful!”

“Symbolises enchantment and fascination, right? Very romantic,” he grinned at you, leaning over the bouquet, hand pressing to your hip as he kissed you on the cheek in greeting.

“You’re learning!” Your heart fluttered wildly at the fact he listened to you when you talked about flowers. Not only did he listen but he retained that information and used it to give you gifts like this.

“Let me just put these in some water and we can head out,” you moved towards your kitchen, grabbing an empty vase from the last bouquet of flowers he had gotten you. After filling it with some water, you placed the roses into it, sniffing them with a serene look on your face. Seunghyun was by you, standing slightly at your rear, his hand resting on your hip again as he leaned over your shoulder to look at the bouquet. His breath was hot in your ear, his face so close to yours. Subconsciously, you leaned back into him feeling the hard planes of his chest against your back. His touch was electric, you couldn’t get enough of it. Ever since the kiss, there had been nothing else on your mind but this perfect man.

“We should head out,” he said, his voice low by your hear.

“Where are we going?” You asked, turning around to face him now, meeting his eyes that sparkled with mirth.

“You’ll see.”

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Turns out the surprise was Lotte World. You had mentioned briefly in conversation a week or two ago about how much you had wanted to go but never had the time nor anyone to go with. The second he had heard that, he had made it his mission to make sure you got to visit. Your face the second you stepped into the amusement park made his heart thud against his chest. When you smiled it lit up your whole face, your eyes crinkled at the corner and it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. With his hand in yours, he had led you through the park, letting you pick all the rides you wanted to ride. Seunghyun would do anything you wanted to do. Besides, he loved amusement parks. No ride was too scary for him. After a few rides, the two of you took a break to grab a bite to eat. All through the date, he kept finding reasons to touch you whether it was his hand on your lower back guiding you through the park, his hand in yours or leaning in too close to speak to you above the loud music and chatter of other people. Each touch was like a spark flowing through your body — you couldn’t get enough of it. There was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time bubbling up inside of you. Desire. It was getting harder and harder to ignore with every touch or longing look.

Now, with a bubble tea in your hands after you had visited Gong Cha for a refreshment, he led you towards the Game Village. It was his mission now to win you something you could remember this night by. Even if it took him all night, you’d be leaving with some kind of stuffed animal. You watched as he worked diligently at one of the claw machines stacked full of fluffy, cuddly bears. Your shoulder touched his, sipping on your bubble tea as you watched him focus. He failed the first few times but after the fifth time, the claw dropped down, firmly grabbing the one bear you had said was the cutest. With a wide grin, he bent down, picked the bear up and handed it to you.

“Told you I could do it,” he said, ecstatic that he had stuck true to his word.

With the bubble tea now forgotten, you clutched the bear to your chest. “Bit touch and go there but you did it.”

Leaning over towards him, you stood up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. His hands shot out to grab your hips, tugging you to his body. You giggled but it was short lived as he captured your lips in a kiss. He moved his lips slowly against yours but couldn’t help himself, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. You parted your lips, his tongue easily slipping inside your mouth. The bear held now in your hand dangling at your side while the other tangled in the hair hanging at the nape of his neck. Your body pressed tightly against his. It was hard not to lose yourself in the kiss, that desire inside you threatening to burst at any moment. With a panting breath, you pulled back, lips brushing against his as you spoke.

“Take me home?” You spoke quietly.

“I’d love to.”

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Seunghyun must have felt the same you did because the second the door closed behind you in your apartment, he was back on you. His lips on yours, hands on your hips to tug you as physically close to his body as humanly possible. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, matching the erratic rhythm of yours. Before you knew it, you were on your back on the couch, Seunghyun on top of you, slotted between your legs. Your lips had never parted — only for a breath of air every now and again when one of you remembered you needed to breathe. You could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against your core through the shorts you had decided to wear. He was just as riled up as you were.

His lips trailed from yours, along your collarbone and down to your neck. He found your sweet spot that caused you to let out the first moan he ever heard from you. It made him press himself even deeper against you, eliciting a groan from him against your skin.

“I want to touch you,” he mumbled against your neck, sucking to leave his mark there for you in the morning.

“Then do it,” you breathed, canting your hips up into his. Another one of those beautiful groans left him as his hand trailed down your side. He lifted your ship up slightly as his hand slid underneath, cupping your breast over your bra. What he wouldn’t give to see you laid out naked before him but now wasn’t the time. All he wanted to do was please you right now. His lips met yours again, lips moving together in a frenzy. There was a gasp from you when his hand moved between the apex of your thighs, dipping into the shorts you were wearing. He rubbed his fingers along the fabric of your panties, feeling how damp they were already. “This wet for me?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, pushing your body up further into his hand. “Ever since you kissed me.”

“So, what you’re saying is this is my fault and I should take care of it?”

There was a glint in his eye as he met yours, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. He dipped his fingers into your panties, his cock twitching in his pants when he slid his fingers through your slit feeling your slick coat his fingers. He dragged the long digits up and down your folds, relishing in every whimper that passed from your mouth. Then, he found it. Your clit. He circled the bud with his fingers, soft, slow circles that had your body arching off the couch. With each touch, each caress, he could feel you getting wetter. He used his free hand to part your legs more, opening you up to him. His fingers slid lower and lower, gathering your slick as he circled your entrance.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers torturing you, rubbing but not pushing in. “Tell me you want my fingers inside you.”

“I want it,” you breathed harshly, desperately moving your hips as if you could slide his fingers into you yourself. “Please, I need to feel them inside me. Need to feel you.”

“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips, two fingers pushing into your dripping entrance. He grunted against your lips as he felt how tight you were against his fingers, pushing them into his knuckles. He slowly dragged them back then pushed them back in. You were making the most beautiful noises against his lips, one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other dug into his forearm that was holding him up.

“Seunghyun,” you moaned as you bucked your hips into his hand, his movements speeding up. He was a man on a mission and that mission was to make you cum all over his fingers. He curled them inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. It had been so long since you’d been touched like this; you knew you weren’t going to last long. When his thumb pressed down on your clit in firm, teasing circles, that was it. You cried out his name, tugging on his hair, fingers digging into the skin of his arm hard enough to leave dents. Your body arched off the sofa, your orgasm hitting you harder than it had in a long time. Seunghyun pumped his fingers, slowing down as he helped you through your release. Once he was down and you were left panting on the couch, he pulled his hand from you. The urge to lick you clean from his fingers was strong but that could wait. He could taste you another time. For now, he just wanted to hold you.

When you finally opened your eyes up to meet his face, he was grinning at you, smoothing your hair back from your face. “You back with me?”

“Yeah,” you laughed breathlessly. “Let me help you out.”

Your hands moved to his belt but he grabbed your wrists gently, bringing them up to his lips and pressing a light kiss to them. “This was about you. I’ll be okay. Besides, hearing you moan my name like that was more than enough for me.”

He gathered you in his arms, moving you so that he was laying his back on the couch, his arm around your body as your head rested on his chest, legs tangled together. The comfortable silence was only interrupted occasionally by Nova’s snores which you both chuckled at. Seunghyun had taken to playing with your fingers that had been resting on his abdomen.

“So, good date?” He asked, almost nervously.

You looked up at him with the softest eyes anyone had ever graced him with. “The best date I’ve ever had.”

And, the smile you flashed at him made him make a mental note to make sure that you were left smiling like that after every single date you had in the future.

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[megs-orbittt]

who you belong to

pairing- choi seunghyun x f!reader

contents- smut, handjob, pegging, sub!seunghyun, dom!reader, orgasm denial, teasing, lots of dirty talk

synopsis- seunghyun is really testing your limit when he goes out, so you pick him up and teach him a very important lesson.

word count- 1.5k

a/n- i love sub!seunghyun way too much, forgive me for this lol.

You’re sitting on the balcony of your apartment, wine glass in hand and book open in your lap when your phone starts going off. You roll your eyes. You were trying to have a quiet night while Seunghyun is out with his friends. 

You reach over to the small table next to you and pick up your phone. One of Seunghyun’s friends has just sent you a video. No text attached, just a 20 second long video. 

You sigh and click on it. Seunghyun appears in the distance, clearly unaware that he’s being filmed. He’s surrounded by people, but one woman catches your eye. 

You’ve never seen her before. She’s young, maybe mid 20’s. And she’s got her hands all over him. 

He’s clearly trying to step back, trying to talk to his other friends instead of her. But he isn’t trying hard enough. At least, not for your preference. 

Then, his friend texts you. 

Better come pick up your husband before he gets stolen. 

You bite your tongue. And suddenly, you’re on your feet. You don’t respond to his text. You don’t need to. 

You finish your wine and dogear your book before pulling on a more fitting outfit, since you were only in tiny shorts and Seunghyun’s t-shirt. 

You’re in the car before you know it, grip tight on the steering wheel. 

When you arrive at the venue, you scan the room for him, and spot him immediately. Some of his friends try to greet you, but you’re on a mission. You stop in your tracks right behind him. 

That girl notices you first. 

She smiles, her hand still touching his arm. 

You smile back, but it’s not kind. It’s bitter, your gaze narrow. 

“Hi.” You say, loud enough for everyone around to hear, including Seunghyun. 

He whips around to look at you, his eyes widening at your expression. You meet his eyes, tilting your head a little. 

“Having fun, darling?” You ask, and Seunghyun swallows. He knows that tone. 

“Darling?” The woman repeats. 

You ignore her and keep your gaze locked on Seunghyun. “Well, it’s time to go. Come on.” You hold out your hand, and he hesitates before he takes it. 

He doesn’t speak. That won’t do much for him. 

Your grip is tight on his hand as you pull him away from the crowd and straight outside and to your car. You open the passenger door for him and he slowly climbs in. You slam the door behind him, a little harsher than you intended. 

When you get into the driver’s side, he still doesn’t speak. 

You pull onto the road before you decide to talk. “Did you enjoy yourself, Seunghyun?”

He swallows again, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt. He shakily nods. 

“You enjoyed her, didn’t you, hm?” You keep your eyes locked on the road. 

Seunghyun’s heart skips a beat. “I-”

“Did I say you could speak?” You interrupt, and he goes quiet. You hum, and speed up. 

The rest of the drive is quiet. You glance over at him every few minutes, and he’s staring at you, studying your expression. 

When you finally pull into your apartment’s lot and park, you look over at him. He stares back, eyes wide. 

You just smile. “Let’s go.” 

It takes less than a minute for you two to get upstairs and into your apartment. As soon as the door shuts behind you, Seunghyun looks at you. Like a lost child, waiting for a command. 

You stand right in front of him and place a hand on his chest. “Since you clearly can’t behave…” 

You start to push him backward and towards the hallway. 

“I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.” You snarl, and he shudders. “Go to the bedroom. Strip. You better be ready when I get there.” 

He doesn’t hesitate. He disappears down the hall, and you just smile. You take a few minutes to take off your shoes, hang up your jacket and your keys. You stall, then after a few moments you wander down the hall. 

Seunghyun is laying on the bed completely bare, his fingers curled into the sheets. His cock is already hard, resting against his stomach in anticipation. 

You stop at the door and just stare at him with a sly smile. “Good. You can listen.”

You slowly walk over to the bed and sit on the edge of it. Seunghyun is trembling, cock twitching against his stomach. 

“Are you going to behave now, darling?” You ask, and he nods frantically. You rub his thigh, slowly moving your hand upward, completely at your pace. 

“You’re so hard already, I haven’t even touched your cock yet. Is that how bad you want me?” You test, and he whines as you walk your fingers up to his stomach, dancing around his cock, but not touching yet. 

After a moment, you take his cock in your hand, calculated motions as you start stroking him. He’s already whimpering, his hips thrusting up into your hand, chasing your touch. 

“I still think a punishment is in order, hm? You think you can behave like that and get away with it? You think I’ll just let you cum?” Your tone is curious, but your words make his stomach turn. 

“Turn over onto your stomach for me.” You say, and he complies. Seunghyun buries his face in the pillow, his cock aching from the sudden loss of contact. 

You take your time reaching into your nightstand. You grab two things. Bondage, tight straps for his wrists to make sure he can’t escape. And a vibrator. 

You place the items on the bed and strip yourself of your clothes, before you climb back on top of him. You straddle the back of his thighs and run your hands along his back. 

“You’re going to listen to me, okay? You’re going to be good. And maybe, maybe I’ll let you cum.” 

Seunghyun nods, a soft whimper escaping his lips. He still doesn’t speak. 

You slowly tie up his wrists behind his back, making sure the bonds are tight enough to keep him still. Then, you grab the toy and press the ON button. 

Seunghyun jolts a little at the noise. You smile, and start by pressing it along his lower back, then his thighs. 

“Are you ready?” You ask, and he nods. “You’re allowed to speak now, baby.”

“Y- yes, I’ll be so good…” he says, his voice coming out strained and desperate. 

You hum in response, and align the toy with his entrance. His back arches just a little, cue for you to continue. You push it in slowly, letting him feel every inch, every jolt of the device. 

Seunghyun lets out an exasperated gasp as you push it all the way in, hitting that spot deep inside him that makes him go insane. 

You don’t waste any time before moving, thrusting the toy in and out of him at an unforgiving pace. 

“Ah- it’s too much, I-”

“Shh, you can take it.” You whisper, leaning down to press kisses to his back as you fuck him deeper. 

Seunghyun is a mess of moans and tremors, his breathing is fast and unstable. He never lasts long when you fuck him like this, but tonight, he isn’t getting off so easy. 

Your free hand stays on his hip, pressing into the bone to keep him grounded. Seunghyun’s back arches into you, his moans growing strained and high pitched. 

“I- I’m gonna- please…” He stutters, and you immediately slow down. 

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, baby.” You say, your movements almost stopped completely. 

Seunghyun whimpers, hips thrusting up as he tries to chase release. 

“P- please baby… I need it…” He begs, but you don’t let up. 

You continue pushing the toy in and out of him, slower now, but still making sure to hit his sensitive spot with every thrust. 

“You’re listening so well. You can take it.” Your voice is calm, your free hand still rubbing on his back carefully. 

After a moment of slow movements and ruined moans, you speed up again gradually and this time, you turn up the vibrator to the highest setting. 

Seunghyun loses it. He squirms underneath you and lets out a loud moan, his fingers gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white. 

He’s so close, you can feel it. You honestly get caught up in the moment, and decide to finally let him unravel. 

“You can cum now, baby. You listened so well.” You finally say, and he just groans deep as he finally lets himself go. 

Seunghyun cums with a loud moan, face pressed hard into the pillow. He covers the sheets in release and you keep the toy buried deep inside him as he rides out his orgasm. After he catches his breath, you finally pull the toy out and set it aside. 

Seunghyun slowly rolls onto his back, still breathing deeply, eyes half lidded. You climb on top of him with a smile. 

“Do you remember who you belong to now, darling?” You ask, and he grins, hands finding your waist. 

“I think… I think I might need another reminder.” Seunghyun says as he pulls you down, his lips meeting yours.

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[namgoonette]

hii! Ik its a bit kinky but could you write subong x reader where he fucks her in his studio and he records her moans without her knowing and when she goes listening to his new album she hears her own moans???? ( smth kinda like axl rose liked to do, putting woman’s moans in musics

what do you think her reaction would be?

music to my ears

α/n: LMFAO i lovveeee this idea despite being part of the silent team iykwim🌝 i think this is my first time writing oral sex with m receiving lol? i’d appreciate some feedback. also, pls ignore typos as i’m too tired to proof read… love u

summary: you decide to surprise your boyfriend during one of his late night studio sessions and what happens next would break the internet.

warnings: +18, smut, sexual language, unprotected piv, oral sex (m receiving), sloppy makeout

words: around 2.2k or more idk

you hadn’t been seeing your boyfriend lately due to his extremely tight schedule. everybody in thanos’ surrounding knew that he locked in once every blue moon, and when that happens, nobody dares bothering him. because when your boyfriend actually puts his mind to it, he tends to produce nice things.

that day, instead of going home directly, you decided to stop by the studio so you could say hi and leave to not bother him further. you had made one stop prior to that where you got some junk food and some snacks so you don’t walk in empty handed.

you walked through the dark hallways of the building looking for suit number 230 until you found it and knocked before walking in.

as soon as you walk in, he lifts his head up and raises both his eyebrows in surprise. he takes his headphones off, letting them rest around his neck, and walks towards you with a wide grin.

"look who’s here! my girl surprises me," he says, pulling you into a warm hug and giving you a quick, sweet peck on the lips.

you laugh softly, holding up the plastic bag. "i brought reinforcements."

"oo, you also got me food i see. come on, sit," he says, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulder and walking you toward the rolling chair in front of the big screens on the table.

you look at the whole setup, completely mesmerized. it looks so cool in the dim light, the room illuminated mostly by the deep purple glow of the LED strip lights behind his desk and the bright waveforms on his monitors.

thanos starts looking through the bag like a curious cat, his eyes lighting up. "woah, you got me my fav."

"yeah, of course," you smile, leaning back slightly. "figured since you were here all day you’d be hungry."

"damn, you know me so well." he sets the bag aside on the edge of the desk, turning his attention right back to you.

you blink, looking from him to the food. "wait, you’re not going to eat?"

"food can wait," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down to your lips. "i missed my girl."

before you can say anything else, he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you right onto his lap. your breath hitches as he leans in, closing the distance between you. the kiss starts off deep and needy, his lips sliding against yours with a hunger that tells you exactly how much he’s been craving you while trapped in this room.

the quiet studio fills with the wet, heavy sounds of your lips parting and meeting again. your fingers instinctively tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, while his large hand slides up and down your thigh, his touch scorching hot even through your pants. a soft whimper escapes the back of your throat, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past your teeth.

after a few intense minutes, you reluctantly pull your lips away, breathing heavily. "well... i don’t wanna distract you more. you should work."

you make a move to stand up, but his grip on your waist tightens instantly, anchoring you down.

"no," he murmurs against your jaw, pulling you right back into his lap. "you didn’t come all the way here to leave so early. and besides, we could just go home together." he slides his lips down to the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss there before whispering right into your ear, "and i could even spend the night there."

you giggle, the vibration of his voice tickling your skin. "okay, fine."

you adjust yourself on his thighs, staying comfortable on his lap while he puts his headphones back on over one ear so he can listen to both you and the audio. he goes back to clicking around the screen, working on his beats, and occasionally plays a loop out loud through the studio monitors.

"which one would work better for the transition? this one?" he asks, playing a heavy bassline, "or the lighter chord progression?"

"i don't know," you chuckle, shifting a bit. "they both sound good, but the first one has more energy."

"yeah? that's what i was thinking too," he says, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

but as you shift around to look at the screen, you feel something hard and rigid pressing directly against your thigh. you glance down, then look back up at him with a knowing smirk. "uhm... can i do something about it?"

thanos glances down at his lap, then back at you, shaking his head with a smirk. "nah, it’ll go away in a bit. i wanna keep the energy for later tonight."

"you sure?" you ask, leaning closer.

he raises an eyebrow, a challenged look entering his dark eyes. "do you wanna do something bout it?"

you nod immediately.

he lets out a low chuckle. "okay, show me then."

you carefully slide off his lap and drop down under the wide wooden desk, settling onto your knees in the small space between his legs. you reach up, your fingers working quickly to unbutton his baggy denim jorts. you slide the metal button loose and pull down the elastic waistband of his boxers just enough to free his length. it’s already thick, stretching out half-hard and pulsing slightly in the cool air of the room.

you wrap your fingers around the base, slowly stroking him up and down to get him harder. your eyes stay locked on his face from below the desk as you slide your hand up to the crown, watching his jaw clench. then, you lean in and part your lips, taking the tip into your warm, slick mouth.

the sudden heat makes him let out a sharp hiss. you suckle on the sensitive head, swirling your tongue around the edge in slow, deliberate circles before taking a bit more of him inside.

up above, thanos is completely losing his ability to focus on editing. his fingers hover over the keyboard, but his mind is completely blank. all he can feel is a heavy, pooling pit of intense pleasure forming deep in his lower stomach. his breath gets shallower, and he starts uncomfortably moving and shifting in his rolling chair, caught between the sheer overstimulation of your tongue and his desperate attempt to snap out of it. he tries to stare at the glowing monitor, pretending like nothing is happening, but his hands are shaking slightly on the desk.

by now, he has gotten so hard it’s almost painful. his shaft is rigid, fully engorged, and shiny beads of clear precum are starting to form right at the opening.

you glide your tongue over the very tip, catching the taste of his mildly sweet and salty precum. the direct contact on his most sensitive spot makes his brow furrow into a tight, strained frown, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

you pull out a few inches, the cool air hitting him as you look up and say, "well, that was hot."

the sound of your voice vibrates directly against his bare skin, sending an immediate, sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. before he loses control completely, he quickly reaches down, tucks his hard cock back into his boxers, and pulls his jorts back up, though he doesn't bother to button them.

you chuckle from the floor, looking up at him mischievously. "wait, you were close. i could feel your balls tightening."

"i need to focus," he grunts, staring straight ahead at the screen, his chest rising and falling heavily.

you pout under the desk, resting your chin on his knee. but looking closer, because his jorts are still unbuttoned and hanging open, you can clearly see a dark, wet stain spreading through the gray fabric of his boxers right where he directly shoved his leaking tip back in.

you place your palm right over the wet cloth, feeling the intense heat radiating from him. "well, subongie... u wouldn’t want to cum in your pants, would u?"

that’s the breaking point. thanos grips the edge of the heavy desk and pushes his chair back, the wheels rolling him back a few feet and giving him a full, unobstructed view of you on your knees in front of him.

he stares down at you, his eyes dark with dark desire. "can’t you wait just for a bit until i’m done? then we can go home and u can make me cum as many times as you want?"

you simply shake your head, signaling a definite no.

he lets out a sharp, amused scoff, a smirk breaking through his serious expression. "are you in heat?"

you both laugh, the tension breaking for a fraction of a second. then, he stands up from the chair and extends a large hand down to you. you take it, letting him pull you up to your feet, but before your knees can even straighten completely, he pulls you flush against his chest and connects your lips in a fierce, heated kiss.

you moan directly into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips. the sudden sound gives him an idea. keeping one hand wrapped tightly around your waist, he reaches out with his other hand and blindly hits the hotkey for 'record' on his audio interface software. the little red light on the screen starts blinking, capturing every sound in the quiet room.

he backs you up against the edge of the large desk, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up to sit on the smooth wood. he steps in close, positioning himself right between your open legs as the kiss grows hungrier.

his large hand slips under the hem of your shirt, the heat of his palm tracing up your ribs before he quickly pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the studio hits your bare skin, leaving you sitting there in just your bra, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

he doesn't give you time to think, dropping his lips to your jaw and kissing his way down the column of your neck, leaving wet trails all the way down to your chest. your fingers run wildly through his hair, gripping the strands as a loud whimper escapes your lips.

thanos pulls back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he whispers, "make some sound for me, baby."

he reaches down to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your shoes until they drop to the floor. his eyes drop to your underwear, noticing the prominent, damp patch clinging to your heat.

he lets out a low growl. "wow... you got this wet just from giving me head?"

you chuckle breathlessly, your face flushing. "yes."

eager to feel him, you reach down for his unbuttoned jorts, tugging them down past his hips. you try to pull his boxers down at the same time, struggling slightly because your lips are still locked together in a messy kiss, but you manage to free his fully hard, throbbing cock.

thanos doesn't waste another second. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pushing the fabric completely to the side to expose you. he guides himself forward, placing the slick, hot tip right against your aching entrance, but he doesn't push inside yet.

as he continues to kiss you deeply, your hips twitch. you try to tilt your pelvis, trying to position your pussy so he can finally slide into you, but he holds his ground, teasing you at the opening.

losing your patience, you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look him dead in the eye. "just fucking fuck me!"

he blinks, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "woah, okay."

with a heavy thrust, he inserts his entire length inside you in one smooth, deep motion. your eyes widen and your head flies back as a loud, high-pitched moan echoes through the studio.

he starts moving immediately, his pace hard and unforgiving against the edge of the desk. the wood creaks slightly beneath you with every heavy, rhythmic thrust. you’re groaning and whimpering so loudly that the sound bounces off the soundproofed walls.

sensing how loud it’s getting, thanos suddenly slaps his large palm right over your mouth, muffling your next cry into his hand. "shh... do you want people to hear us, hm?"

you shake yor head quickly against his palm, your eyes wide, but the friction is entirely too good. your internal walls are squeezing him so tightly that he can't even keep his hand over your mouth anymore; instead, he pulls it away and starts completely swallowing your loud moans with deep, wet, bruising kisses, his tongue tangling with yours to muffle the sound.

instinctively, you lift your legs, wrapping them tightly around his thick waist to pull him even deeper inside you. the sudden change in angle and tightness is the exact proof he needs to know you’re right on the edge of cumming.

"fuck me harder," you gasp out against his lips, your voice trembling. "i'm so close..."

hearing those words makes his dick twitch violently inside your wet, clamping walls. his grip on your hips tightens until his knuckles turn white. reaching down between your bodies, he presses his thumb directly against your swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, heavy circles while he continues to drive into you.

the dual stimulation is too much. you dig your nails right through the fabric of his shirt, burying your face deeply into his broad shoulder as your entire body goes rigid. you can feel your internal walls clenching repeatedly around him in a tight, pulsing orgasm.

thanos feels the intense contractions gripping his shaft, pushing him entirely over the edge. his breathing turns into ragged, heavy gasps. "breathe, les... say my name, señorita," he growls against your ear.

"thanos... i'm cuming," you sob out, biting your own lip hard to muffle the loud, shattering moans as the climax waves through you, but the muffled, breathless sound only makes the air in the room hotter.

with a few final, deep thrusts, thanos lets out a low, guttural groan into the crook of your neck, his body shuddering as he cums deep inside you, filling you completely while the red recording light on the monitor continues to blink quietly in the dim purple light.

α few months later, the morning sun was creeping through the blinds of your bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the sheets. you blinked your eyes open, yawning as you reached out across the mattress, only to find thanos’ side completely empty and cold.

you sighed, rubbing your face, and grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check the time. out of habit, you opened tiktok to mindlessly scroll for a few minutes before getting up.

but the second your feed loaded, your heart dropped.

your entire phone was flooded with edits, screenshots, and frantic text videos all talking about one thing: a massive scandal involving your man. thanos had just dropped a surprise track at midnight, a pre-release teaser to build hype before announcing his official album drop date. he had been weirdly secretive about it for weeks, completely refusing to let you hear even a snippet of it, which was unusual for him. now you knew why.

the comments were losing their minds. “who is that in the background??” “thanos who is she??” “the moans at the beginning of the song are so loud wtf.”

your stomach twisted into a tight knot of irritation. female moans? an extremely explicit track? you felt a sudden wave of heat rush to your face as panic and anger started to mix. who the hell did he bring into the studio? was this why he wouldn’t show you the song? was he actually cheating on you this whole time?

you closed tiktok immediately, your fingers trembling slightly as you opened spotify and typed the new song title into the search bar. you pressed play, holding the phone close to your ear, your breath catching in your throat as the heavy bass started to intro.

and then, right before the beat dropped, the audio played a crystal-clear, high-pitched, breathless whimper, followed by a loud, completely uninhibited moan that echoed right through your speakers.

your jaw dropped. you froze, the blood running cold in your veins before rushing straight back to your face in a burning blush.

it was you.

it was your own voice. it was the exact, shattering sound you had made against the studio desk a few months ago when he hit the record button without you knowing.

you were absolutely flabbergasted. your brain completely short-circuited for a solid three seconds before you screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing your phone hard onto the mattress.

"SUBONG!" you shrieked, throwing the blankets off your legs and scrambling out of bed.

you marched out of the bedroom, your chest heaving with pure, unadulterated rage as you looked for this absolute bastard. you stomped down the hallway and rounded the corner into the kitchen, finding him standing by the counter. he was staring down at his phone with a huge, stupid grin on his face, literally giggling at the internet chaos he had just created.

he heard your heavy footsteps and looked up, his expression softening into a relaxed smile. "hey baby, good morning—"

before he could even finish his sentence, you marched right up to him and slapped his arm hard.

thanos winced, stumbling back a step as his coffee sloshed slightly in the mug. he looked at you, completely startled and wide-eyed, his inner tings taking over as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "what the fuck??? what was that for?"

"you put my moans in your song??!!" you yelled, your voice cracking slightly from the sheer shock of it all. "are you completely insane? that is supposed to be private! that’s supposed to be between us!"

thanos blinked, the confusion on his face instantly melting away into an amused, proud smirk. he set his coffee mug down on the counter and took a step toward you, entirely unfazed by your anger.

"it was a surprise," he said, his voice smooth and completely casual. "and besides, nobody even knows it’s you, baby. you’re officially gonna be featured on my album!"

"that’s really not fucking funny, aubong!" you snapped, pushing his chest as he tried to get closer. you threw your hands up in the air, your face burning red. "it’s embarrassing as fuck! my voice is literally charting on spotify right now while people are talking about how explicit it is!"

seeing how genuinely worked up you were, thanos softened his expression. he stepped into your space, ignoring your weak shoves, and wrapped his heavy, warm arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back against his chest to anchor you. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his broad frame completely enveloping yours to calm you down.

"let me go, i'm literally so mad at you," you muttered, though you didn't have the energy to actually fight his grip.

"listen to me," he murmured against your skin, his deep voice vibrating right through your back. he started slowly swaying you side to side, using that low, smooth tone he knew always worked on you. "breath for a second. nobody knows it's you. to the world, it's just a random vocal sample. but to me? i get to listen to my favorite sound whenever i'm on tour."

he pulled back just enough to turn you around in his arms so you were facing him. his dark eyes locked onto yours, a wicked, teasing glint in them as he leaned down closer to your face, exerting his full charm to manipulate you out of your bad mood.

"and honestly? you sounded really hot," he whispered, his thumb gently wiping a stray hair from your forehead. "do you know how many girls would be jealous of you right now if they knew you were the one riding the beat?"

a small, involuntary chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, your defenses instantly crumbling against your will. you quickly bit your inside cheek, trying to force the smile off your face. "you are literally awful. you can't just smooth-talk your way out of this."

"see? you're laughing," he grinned, his dimples showing as he squeezed your waist. "that means you like it."

"i still hate you!" you yelled, slapping his chest again, though there was no force behind it this time. "you're a menace. you should have asked me first!"

"if i asked, you would've said no," he argued logically, leaning down to plant a heavy, lingering kiss on your lips to finally shut you up. "now come eat breakfast with your producer, superstar."

[megs-orbittt]

stendhal syndrome chapter two

contents: grief, flashbacks/memories, slight description of how reader's parents passed, the rest of this series will be fluffy, i promise!

a/n: grief is a strange, evil thing, and everyone feels it differently. there is no timeline or schedule, and sometimes it can be silent, then the next moment, it's debilitating. please take care of yourself <3

word count- 1.1k

stendhal syndrome masterlist

One of the first things you learned about being an artist—supplies are fucking expensive. Insanely so. Especially when you go through them as quickly as you do.

Your father taught you how to paint. He was a good police officer, but an even better painter. And he always taught you that good quality supplies are worth the extra money. 

But good lord, those charges sure do pile up.

Expensive paint, a specific brand. Old Holland, the brand your father always bought. He would have shipments of it imported in. You never really asked why he would only use that one specific brand, but he would always talk about how well the colours blend, how they work on the canvas better than anything else. And you trusted him, so you use it too. And honestly, this was one of the last remaining pieces of him in your studio. So you keep buying it. 

But it’s expensive. As well as brushes, canvases, pastels, you name it. It’s a lot. 

So instead of settling for less expensive options—like you probably should—you got a second job. 

You work full time in marketing for a boring company in the city, the type of job where you’re sitting at a desk and typing, stuck in a cubicle all day. Then, as often as you can, you pick up shifts at a small cafe closer to your apartment. It’s owned by this older couple who always look out for you, always give you extra hours when you need them. 

Your full time job pays the bills. Rent, utilities, groceries. But the cafe pays for what you actually care about. The art supplies. 

But because of this, and your habit of illegally painting at ungodly hours, you barely sleep. But you really don’t mind. Your mind hasn’t truly slept since you were a teenager. Thoughts are always running, memories always crashing in. 

That night is a frequent one. The night everything changed. 

You used to have nightmares, but now, the flashbacks come during the day. It’s like a dull ache in the back of your head, knocking on your skull every once and a while to remind you it’s still there. 

The call from your aunt didn’t last very long. You were home alone, waiting for your parents to return from their date night. 

She offered to pick you up and drive you to the hospital, but she barely finished the sentence before you were out the door. 

You ran. Your legs ached, chest burned. But you didn’t notice. 

They were already dead when you got there. Doctors told you that they did everything they could, but the damage was too severe. 

The doctor explained it all to you, but you weren’t listening. You just sat at your mother’s bedside and held her hand, cold and still. 

Your aunt eventually dragged you home. You didn’t sleep for a week. You didn’t speak to anyone for months. 

You still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes. You still sit at their graves, leave the same pink roses at your mothers. 

It’s gotten easier to live, but it never really goes away. 

Art is your only escape. It’s the only thing that allows you to shut off your brain, to be in the moment and feel what you need to feel. 

So you don’t mind losing sleep in order to find yourself in this alley again. 

But just as you’re setting down your bag, sorting through paints, you see it. 

A note. 

Held down by a small rock, right below your painting. You crouch down and reach for it. You carefully unfold it. 

Two words. 

Stendhal Syndrome. 

That’s it. 

And at the bottom of the page, it’s signed. 

-S

You reread those two words again. You recognize the phrase immediately. 

Stendhal syndrome: When exposure to beautiful or deeply moving art causes a physical reaction. 

You catch yourself smiling at the paper. Someone left this. After seeing your artwork, someone felt something. You reached someone. 

Not just someone.

S.

You think of people you know. Friends, coworkers, family. No one of importance could be S. 

Could this be a stranger? Someone who happened to stumble upon your piece, and it struck them so closely that they had to leave a note? 

The thought almost excites you. You smile, folding the note and placing it in your pocket. 

Your art affected this stranger. It stuck with this random person. And that places a warm, unfamiliar feeling in your chest. 

You spend almost three hours painting. Your headphones are way too loud, but that’s how you like it. You don’t even really think before you place brushstrokes on the brick wall, you just let your hand move the way it wants to, the way it was meant to. 

And just as the morning sun peeks over the horizon, you pack up and leave, with a new-found flutter in your stomach. Almost… anticipation. 

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Today, Seunghyun isn’t on his phone in the car on his way to his studio. He’s watching the window, until he spots it. 

That pop of colour in that dark alley. 

Again, he asks his driver to pull over. And again, he grabs his notebook and slips into the alley. 

He can tell progress has been made, he can see more defined lines and sharper pigments, like you’d gone over the same lines as before to really have them pronounced. 

He runs his fingers along the paint again, just barely dry. 

Seunghyun stands there for a while, then he looks down, noticing his note is gone. He hopes it was found, read and kept, like he intended. 

But he isn’t done. So he takes the pen from his pocket and writes another. His eyes flick between the paper and the painting as he writes. Then, he rips the page out and folds it as neatly as possible, and places it under the same rock right below your painting. 

He stands there for a moment longer, as if committing it to memory. Then, he trails back to his car and signals the driver to go ahead. 

Every time he remembers your painting, he smiles to himself. It’s refreshing to see art like yours displayed like that, and he finds himself almost excited to see what it may look like completed. 

Incredible work. Truly. Can I have your autograph? :)

__________________

-S

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[look-attthe-moon]

The Life Ahead: Ch. 14 (Trajectory Sequel)

Pairing: Choi Seunghyn x Fem Reader.

Summary: Seunghyun throws you a curveball as the Florida trip comes to a close with the reintroduction to your brother & celebration of Myeong’s birthday.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, language, adult themes/topics, mention of family member death-pregnancy-past drug use, etc.

Author’s Note: We are reaching the end of this story…what a journey it has been ☺️. There is a strong possibility I will be able to wrap everything up in the next chapter.

Chapter Fourteen

Suddenly Seunghyun takes your phone and without looking, and closes the email.

“Babe! What the hell?” You whisper with force.

“I don’t want to know.” He says quickly. “I…I want to be surprised.”

“You want to wait until the baby is born?” You say in shock. “This is so unlike you.”

“We can send the email to Ji and Nari so they can know. They can buy any clothes or items we may need specifically and they can just give them to us when Agi is born. I also have a perfectly planned nursery idea that is a gender neutral option utilizing the primary colors.”

“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, surprised. You can’t help but smile at how clearly he’s planned this all out.

“Then we can just enjoy this time together. Without the pressure of knowing if it’s a boy…or a girl.”

You lean your head on his shoulder. “Seunghyun…Are you worried about the possibility of it being a boy?”

You feel his muscles tense, his hand automatically finding your bump. “If you don’t want to wait, I’ll understand.” He says softly.

“No, you’ve sold me on the idea. But, you mentioned the pressure of finding out…meaning?”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “With a boy comes upholding family names and high expectations from my father. It’s a future military enlistment…”

”It’s other things too.” You say optimistically. “It’s art galleries with you and Mye, space exploration, messy art projects, maybe sports if they’re into that…”

He nods. “I know. I’m just…”

”In your head.”

”Yes, therapist wife of mine. I’m stuck in my head right now. I’ll get through it.” He says, kissing you.

You take your phone back and prep an email to send to Nari and Jiyong with specifics on accessing the information from your doctor. You also start two wishlists for your registry, one if the baby is a girl and the other for a boy.

“This way, we get what we want and keep the element of surprise.” You smile up at him.

”It’s a great plan.” He says as he notices your smile fade. “What is it?”

”This means we are going to have to come up with two sets of names…” You groan. “It was hard enough to name Mye. Now we need options and that is asking a lot…”

The corner of his mouth turns up. “We will be fine. I have a few ideas already bouncing around my brain.” He says, pointing to his temple.

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The next evening is the cookout your Mother planned to celebrate Myeong’s birthday. She planned an “All American” experience with hamburgers, hot dogs, and all the sides. You laugh to yourself as you think of what it even means to be considered “American” but you let her have her moment.

Your only request is that you make Myeong’s birthday cake as you’ve been doing every year since she was born. Her only request was pink so you take creative liberties by baking it in the shape of a heart and adding frilly embellishments after watching a few tutorials on YouTube.

“Impressive.” Seunghyun says, entering the kitchen. “She’s going to love it.”

You smile back at him, proudly. “I have to say, every year I get better and better at this.”

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The rest of the day passes quickly as you help your mother prepare for the arrival of your brother and his family. You had learned only recently that he had married his on again off again girlfriend, Julia. They had a six year old son, Carter, that you had never met due to your move to Korea. This was a topic you and your mother had recently discussed at length on top of processing her enabling of your brother and his addiction in the past. You were trying your best to be a daughter and sibling today, not a therapist.

Seunghyun catches you adjusting your dress in the mirror for the tenth time when he finally says something.

“Everything will be fine, Princess.” He says, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t know my brother.” You exhale shakily.

”I could argue you don’t really know him either. You haven’t seen him in years.”

You look up at him. “Do you ever think that maybe you’re too optimistic and forgiving?”

He looks back at you, empathetically. “As someone who has been on the receiving end of controversy, a second chance is always welcomed. Now, if he’s a complete asshole and tries to ruin our daughter’s day, then I will support your frustrations.”

You sigh in agreement. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.”

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When your brother arrives Myeong and Seunghyun are kicking a soccer ball back and forth outside while you’re in the kitchen, folding and refolding the napkins.

You hear your mother’s over exaggerated voice doting on him. Your brother has, reportedly, been clean and sober for the past 3 years. This change of lifestyle is what led Julia and Carter back into his life, but ever the skeptic, you’re not buying it.

“Grammy! Where is my cousin?” You hear Carter yell.

“Outside with her dad. Why don’t you come into the kitchen and meet your aunt first?”

You stand awkwardly, preparing yourself.

“Carter, this is your aunt, Y/N.” Your mother smiles broadly.

“Hi!” Carter says confidently. Waving.

“Hello…Carter. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Where’s your daughter? I want to meet her. We brought her a present. It’s a Barbie.”

He’s quick and to the point. “Uh-um. She’s outside, I’ll go get her.” Meanwhile, your brother and Julia stand quietly in the corner, clearly as nervous as you are.

As if on cue, Myeong runs inside. “Mama can we please have some water?” She stops in her tracks when she sees Carter. “Who is that?” She asks in Korean.

You’ve noticed anytime Myeong feels unsure of something, she reverts back to Korean as a security blanket. “That’s your cousin, Carter.” You reply back to her in Korean as well. “It’s okay, you can say hello.”

”Annyeonghaseyo.” She says shyly.

”You talk funny.” Carter exclaims without missing a beat.

You crouch down on his level. “Myeong is speaking Korean.” You say calmly. “Sometimes it can be surprising to hear new languages.”

”I speak English too…” She replies.

“Woah, That's cool…I only speak one language.” Carter says, looking between you and Myeong. “Are you adopted?”

“CARTER!” Julia exclaims, heading over.

You put a hand up to stop her. She does so, apprehensively.

“You don’t look like your Mom.” He says.

Myeong looks at you and back at Carter. “Yes I do. I look like my Mama and Appa!” She replies defensively.

“Myeong’s Dad is from Korea. I am from here. Myeong is half Korean and half American. So no, she isn’t adopted. Sometimes, people look different from you but it’s exciting to learn new things and meet new people, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…I’ve never left Florida before.”

“Maybe Myeong can tell you about Korea.” You say encouragingly.

“Cool!” Carter says, looking towards the back door. “Wanna go play outside?”

Myeong looks to you for permission. “You can go play with him.” You smile supportively. They both run outside as Seunghyun enters, surveying the room.

“I am so sorry about that.” Julia says, embarrassed.

“It was a teachable moment.” You smile, realizing Seunghyun is awkwardly standing beside you now. “This is my husband, Seunghyun.”

”Hello, I am Will, Y/N’s brother. This is Julia.” Will says, motioning to his wife. “It’s nice to meet you. We have heard a lot about you.” Will speaks loud and slow.

You roll your eyes as you watch your husband try very hard to keep his composure. “God Will, I can see where your son gets it from. He speaks English and stop yelling. He’s not deaf.”

Julia’s cheeks redden. “This is a disaster…can we start over?”

”It's fine, really.” Seunghyun interjects, extending his hand. “I have heard a lot about you, so it's nice to see you in person.”

“I’m sure she's told you all the worst stories about me.” Will says, directing his attention to you. “Hopefully, I will prove them wrong today.”

You cross your arms. “Yeah, you're off to a great start.”

“At least our kids are hitting it off.” Julia smiles, looking out at the backyard at Myeong and Carter playing. “Carter has never met a stranger. But I do apologize in advance, he doesn’t really have a filter.”

”He gets that from his Dad.” You say under your breath.

“I heard that.” Will says sharply. “You know, I have turned my life around. You can lay off. I’d like to get to know my brother in law and niece in peace.”

Seunghyun squeezes your hand, before clearing his throat. “Julia, why don’t we see if Patricia needs any help outside?”

She nods and the two of them head out into the patio, leaving you with your brother.

“You know I had to pick up the pieces when you left.” He starts. “It gutted her…like Dad all over again.”

You raise a hand to cut him off. “We don’t need to rehash this Will. She and I have had extensive conversations about all that and are in a better place now. This trip has smoothed things over. But thank you for reminding me.” You say sarcastically.

“Good.” He seems relieved. “Just wanted to be clear that I did step up when I was needed.”

”Well, great job. Here’s your much deserved praise for stepping up for the first time in you life and allowing me to be the fuck up for once.”

”That’s not what I meant…I just.”

“The first two days we were here took a lot of work. It was a rollercoaster of family drama.” You say as you again revert to folding the napkins.

Will chuckles. “Mom has always had a flair for the dramatics…but you guys are good?”

“Yeah, we are.” You say, reflecting on the beginning of the trip. “We have patched things up and I think we are in a good place.”

“Good to hear.” He smiles, before taking a grounding breath. “Look…It really is good to see you. For Carter to know his aunt…for me to meet Myeong.”

You raise a brow at his pronunciation. “You’ve been practicing.”

“Mom made sure. Too bad she didn’t prep me for your husband.” He laughs, headed towards the fridge.

“Well, luckily for you his life in the public eye has made him very easy going with meeting new people.”

“Yeah I googled him. He’s…talented. Like a Korean Eminem.”

You laugh. “That’s your comparison? God you’re an idiot.”

“Hey but I’m your idiot brother. So it works.” He grins, pulling out a tray of deviled eggs from the back of the fridge. “Mom made these just for me.” He sings as he pops the lid open. “But I’ll be nice and share.” He says offering you one.

You turn for the bathroom before you can even get a full visual or smell. There’s no question about it, Agi and eggs do not mix.

When you return your brother has practically shoved three eggs in his mouth and disposed of the containers. “Did moving to Korea make you hate Mom’s deviled eggs?”

“No, getting pregnant did.” You say stifling a gag. “I can barely stomach the word let alone see or smell them.”

He looks at you confused.

“Surprise! I see you for the first time in almost ten years and you get not one but two cousins for Carter.”

“No shit!? That’s great news!” He crosses the kitchen and envelops you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground just as Seunghyun renters the kitchen, followed by Julia.

“They seem to have hit it off.” You hear Seunghyun mumble to Julia.

“Okay okay, let me go! You smell like eggs and I’m going to throw up again.”

Will places you back on the ground and changes his target to Seunghyun. “Congrats man! I know I just met you, but I’m going to hug you.”

Your brother then envelops your husband in the same style bear hug. Julia looks embarrassed.

“I’m sure you know he’s never been one to keep things low key.” She smiles. “But seriously, we are happy for you both. Mye told me and Carter outside.”

You laugh. “She’s very excited to be a big sister.”

”Carter asked if it was a boy.”

”We are…waiting to find out.” You smile, looking at Seunghyun who was finally placed back on the ground.

“The ultimate surprise!” Will shouts as your Mother enters.

”Dinner is ready.” She announces, prompting you all to file outside. She stops you. “Thank you.” She says with tears forming. “Seeing you all getting along has made my heart so happy.”

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The rest of the evening goes perfectly. For the first time in a long time, everyone gets along. Your mother out does herself with the cooking and the night ends perfectly with you all singing happy birthday to Myeong. The excitement in her eyes when you place her cake in front of her becomes a core memory.

The end of the week is spent with all of you together, swimming, grilling out, and reminiscing late into the night. You and Will bring up crazy stories from your childhood as Carter and Myeong play until they pass out on your laps around the outdoor fireplace.

On the last day, you find yourself trying to hide your tears as you watch your Mother in the pool with her grandchildren.

“Agi making you emotional again?” Seunghyun teases.

”No.” You shake your head, wiping a tear. “This is all me. I really didn’t think I needed this…but clearly I did. We all did.”

Seunghyun smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m just glad it all worked out in the end. I had a feeling it would.”

You look up at him. “I’ll give you all the credit you want for this one. You took a risk in planning this but it all fell into place. You were right.”

”Hmmm, I love hearing you say that.” He grins, leaning in to kiss you.

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The three of you leave early the following morning with your hearts bursting with love, a camera roll full of memories, and the optimism that you’ll see your mom again in Korea sometime in July.

Back home, it’s full steam ahead with work. You share the news with your team, Soo-Jin was not at all surprised and called it before you even announced it to the rest of the workplace, and you announce that you will be stepping down as a therapist when the baby is born, taking a more managerial approach to the practice, promoting Soo-Jin to lead therapist.

This was something you and Seunghyun discussed at length on the plane ride back to Korea. Being present as much as possible is what is most important so together, you made the choice to step back and manage versus counsel clients. Over the next few months you will work to either close out or transition your clients in order to free up your caseload.

Seunghyun continues working on his album with plans to fly to LA sometime in May to finalize the sound mixing with IRKO with the anticipated late summer release. If he’s not locked in his recording studio Seunghyun can be found in the nursery assembling furniture and dreaming up new additions to the Piet Mondrian theming.

Myeong started kindergarten and, much like her preschool teacher suggested, is thriving. The first day drop off was rough for all parties involved you and Seunghyun because you realize your daughter is growing up fast and for Myeong because the time of half days and three times a week visits are over and school is now a full time schedule. As usual, she was resilient and able to adjust quickly.

Nari and Jiyong were also thriving as new parents. The twins were now four months old and they too had settled in a routine. They came over once a week for dinner for “big sister practice” as Myeong calls it. They also use that time to peek in on the nursery progress to purchase needed items from your registry. The two of them love being the only people in Seoul who know the gender of the baby and dangle it in front of you any chance they get. Seunghyun remains unbothered, truly wanting to wait for the surprise. You and Mye on the other hand are anxious and just want to know.

“Pleeeeeeeeaaaaase JiJi?” Myeong squeals at dinner.

“Choi Myeong-Wol…” Seunghyun warns as he bounces Mi-Rae in his arms.

”It’s okay Hyung…Here Mye, I’ll give you a hint.” Jiyong says, motioning her to him. She leans in excitedly.

”It’s a…Baby!” He whispers dramatically, more than pleased with himself.

Myeong sticks her tongue out at him and crosses her arms in frustration as Jiyong ruffles her hair.

You look down at Yeon-Woo and roll your eyes. “Believe it or not…” You say to her. “Your Appa is the infamous G Dragon, one of the most influential men in all of Korea.”

”Bingu Dragon may be more fitting.” Seunghyun adds with a wink towards his friend. “Alright Moon Beam, time for bed. Say goodnight to Imo and JiJi”

Myeong hops off her chair, hugging them individually then comes over to you. “Goodnight Mama…goodnight Agi.” She says placing her face incredibly close to your bump.

“I can take her.” Nari adds, gesturing to Seunghyun who is still holding Mi-Rae.

”Nope, I’ve got her. This is good practice for the future bedtime routine as a father of two.” He says, heading towards Myeong’s room.

You smile to yourself. Everything is falling into place. The fears you had of Myeong adjusting to kindergarten and a sibling on the way have melted away. Your transition away from work is going smoothly and the nursery is almost finished, thanks to Seunghyun’s hard work. You exhale a breath of relief. All the pieces are falling into place.

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DOCTOR'S ORDERS ── choi su-bong (thanos)

.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: thanos gets into a fight and you're there to patch him up but when night comes it's his turn to play doctor .ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk. mentions of blood, attempted murder, usual squid game stuff. swearing. .ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.2k .ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: back at it with another thanos fic. this was a request i got a while ago!! pls forgive any mistakes. its late, i'm tired and its so stupid hot here rn in the uk i forgot how to function.

This wasn’t what you had signed up for.

The allure of money had been so strong that you had willingly put yourself in danger. This, however, wasn’t what you had thought would happen when some random stranger had asked you to play a game of Ddakji with him. Your student debts had been so bad that you hadn’t been thinking properly. The only thought that had been plaguing your mind ever since you had finished your education was paying those bills off so you could live debt free. At that point you would have done anything for some money. But, this? This wasn’t something you could’ve ever thought of even in your worst nightmares. Children’s games where you played to the death. Blood and death surrounded you at every corner in this place. You would think being a nurse and working in a hospital would have helped you be used to it but this was too much. So unnecessary. These people hadn’t been in some accident or suffering from some illness, they were being killed for losing a game. It was monstrous.

The only thing you could do to keep yourself from falling into a pit of despair was focus on helping the people who needed it. Those who had managed to injure themselves whether it was in a game or in one of the many fights that seemed to happen around you. That gave you a purpose, a reason to shut your mind off and rely on what you knew. The limited resources hindered you a lot but you were creative, you could make use of just about anything. So far, there hadn’t been anything too serious. A few cuts, a sprained ankle, maybe even a concussion. Those were easy to treat. Easy but a distraction for your addled mind.

“There’s a fight in the bathroom,” you heard one of the guards saying, a few of them rushing in that direction.

Good. That would be a very welcome distraction right now as you looked around at the dwindled number of contestants left.

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Subong had MG Coin pinned under him, his hands wrapped around his throat as he tried to drain the life out of him. It was all he’d wanted to do since the moment he had laid eyes on him in this place. That fucker had screwed him out of all of his money, leaving him in so much debt that had ruined his life. Sure, it wouldn’t help get his money back but it would feel so good. What Subong hadn’t realised was that the man beneath him had swiped one of the forks they’d got with their dinner earlier. The fighting around them was loud but Subong wasn’t paying it any attention, solely focused on the man he hated more than anything in the world. He didn’t even hear it when the guards came rushing in breaking things up.

He did feel when Myunggi drove the fork into his shoulder, letting out a loud yelp. Before he could even register what was happening, he was pulled up to his feet by his collar, a guard basically dragging him back into the main room. The fork was pulled from his shoulder without a care in the world from the guard, a wince of pain shooting through Subong, his hand automatically moving to cover the wound.

He scanned the room, eyes landing on the one person he knew would be able to help him. You.

Subong had taken an instant liking to you. Maybe it was how vulnerable you seemed to be – something he had lost a long time ago. Seeing how caring you were, how you seemed to put others before yourself, that was something he admired even if he would never say it out loud. At any opportunity he could, he would find himself seeking you out. Of course, he couldn’t help himself and ended up flirting with you at every opening. You never seemed to mind. He was pretty sure he’d caught you blushing a few times. Long strides took him to you. He cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Senorita,” he winced as pain shot through his shoulder. “Could do with a bit of your magic touch here.”

Your eyes shot up to him. “Sit.”

He obeyed immediately, sitting down on the bunk next to you. Finally, he removed his hand from where he’d been stabbed, his palm covered in blood. “Well, shit, that ain’t good.”

“What happened?” You questioned. Without you even having to ask him, he removed his jacket so you could get a better look at the wound. You carefully examined it, your fingers pressing around the wound to see where it was tender. Using some toilet paper you’d swiped from the bathroom earlier, you wiped away some of the blood. “Can you rip a bit of your shirt off so I can tie it around to stop the bleeding?”

He hesitated for a moment but it didn’t last too long as he ripped off a scrap of fabric from the shirt. It was flimsy material, coming away easily. He handed it to you, watching as you got to work wrapping it around his arm. “MG Fucker stabbed me with a fork. Barely missed my throat. Could’ve been a goner.”

He was laying it on thick which only caused you to smile, your fingers working to tighten the fabric around his arm, hoping that it would help. There wasn’t much you could really do but staunching the bleeding would help a lot. Hopefully it would only be another day or two before you got out of here. “Mhm, I’m sure. Just be careful, okay?”

“Aww, look at you, caring about me and shit. So sweet,” he grinned, trying his best to put on a brave face even if his shoulder was killing him.

“Take it easy for the rest of the night, okay? No more fights.”

“Whatever you say, Senorita.”

“I mean it, Subong. I’ll be watching you.”

“I’ll make sure to be extra sexy then just for you.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away to see you’d managed to cover the wound. “There’s not much else I can do for you now but if you can, try and wash it in the morning. If it’s still bleeding, come back and see me.”

“I owe you one, Doc.”

“Nurse.”

“Yeah, yeah. Still owe you one either way.”

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As night fell, you could hear your fellow contestants snoring or even talking in their sleep but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t close your eyes. After an hour (or so you guessed; time in this place was funny) of tossing and turning, you gave up. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you stared up at the bunk above you. It was so baffling to you how easily people could sleep in a place like this but people dealt with things differently. When you had nothing to occupy your mind, all the events you’d witnessed over the last few days ran through your mind. It was a real life horror story, one where your life was on the line. Tomorrow could be your last day for all you knew.

“Psst, Senorita, you awake?” A familiar voice whispered. You turned your head to see Subong crouching beside your bed. “Budge up, let me in.”

You shuffled up in the small bed, giving him room to slide in. He pulled the blankets back over you both, settling in beside you. “What’re you doing?”

“Couldn’t sleep and I figured you couldn’t either so… why not not sleep together?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, accompanied by his hand slowly sliding up your thigh. 

“Again, what are you doing?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip. During the night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and the shirt they gave you so he had full access to your lower half much to his delight.

“I said I owe you one, remember? And, you seem like you could use a distraction,” he hand slid higher and higher, fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. “So, you can tell me to stop or I can keep going.”

It had been a while and little distraction would stop your mind from falling into dark thoughts so you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. His fingers ran along your panties. Slowly, tortuously. You bit your lower lip, focusing on the sensation of his teasing fingers. It felt nice. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. “Keep going.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Senorita,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding their place against the skin of your neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses while his fingers teased you through panties. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Repay you for being real kind to me.”

You felt his teeth nip at your neck, an involuntary moan passing your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. When he was sure he had teased you enough, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, running one of his long fingers along your slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gathering your slick as his thumb found your clit. He added the slightest bit of pressure as he began to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. When he heard you gasp, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster.

“You like that, baby? Yeah, you do,” he nipped at your neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Your hips bucked up into his hand craving more. He was playing you like a fiddle, pulling all your strings taut but never giving you what you wanted. You whimpered. “Your fingers. Please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His fingers slid lower until they were at your entrance. He didn’t dive in straight away. He circled you, teasing you, dipping just the tip of his finger inside and pulling it back out to run up along your folds. He repeated the motion until you were a begging mess. That’s when he caved, easing a finger inside of you with ease. He pumped it slowly at first just to torture you before he joined it with a second one.

“Look at you,” he whispered gruffly in your ear. “Begging me to fuck you with my fingers surrounded by all these people. Such a dirty girl.”

He thrust his fingers faster, all the while his thumb was still playing with your clit. He couldn’t help himself, the way your face contorted, the breathy, quiet moans leaving your lips was fueling him. He loved to tease, to bring you to the edge. When he felt your walls clamping down around his fingers, he’d slow down, easing up then pick it back up, never letting you feel your sweet release. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. You can cum when I say so. You look so pretty right now. All flushed and frustrated. Bet you wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”

A curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, your fingers gripping the sheet below you. “Yes!”

“Don’t worry, Senorita. When we get out of here, I’ll make sure to fuck you so good you won’t even remember this place. You’ll only ever be able to think of me.”

He was done teasing now, his own arousal becoming too hard to ignore. His pants tightened, his cock rock hard as he pressed against you. He was a man on a mission now. He had to see you finish, had to feel you lose control. He sped up his fingers, plunging into you as hard as he could, curling his fingers inside you with each thrust. You felt it, your release approaching yet again.

“Please, please,” you babbled.

“Shh, Senorita, you wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a naughty little nurse you really are, would you?” He said, teasingly nipping at your lower lip. “But, since you asked so nicely, cum for me.”

That was all the permission you needed. Your hips met the thrust of his fingers, the pad of his thumb against your clit sending you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of your hands moving to cover the moan you made as you came all over his fingers. He slowed his movements as he worked you through it, a smirk on his face as he watched you lose control.

“Fuck,” you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling. 

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from you. Subong being Subong made a show of licking his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Nah but you wanted to.”

You rolled your eyes at him, finally feeling that familiar pull of sleep now that some of the tension had been eased. “Stay?”

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, settling in beside you. He loosely wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Sure.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I meant it, by the way. We get out of here and I’m fucking you until you can’t remember a dman thing about this shithole.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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thank you chrissy for keeping the squid game / thanos fandom alive you are truly doing gods work

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new moon chapter eight

contents- depression, isolation, SH (indirect?), this one is rough. i apologize in advance. that's really all i have to say :')

word count- 1.6k

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Hope is something you’ve learned to turn away. Every time you feel like things might take a turn for the better, like the sun might shine, a fatal tsunami crashes into your world. So you’ve just stopped trying. 

You and Seunghyun both. 

So when he told you about DearMoon, when he told you that he’d have to be in LA for training, you simply smiled and congratulated him. At this point, you thought hugging him would make the moon explode or something. 

You thought about asking to join him, but that thought quickly fizzled out, since he showed no indication that he wanted you there. You blamed it on the fact that Youngbae had already asked for your assistance in producing Down To Earth, but you knew that was a lie. 

You started to believe that he didn’t love you anymore. 

Your sweet, funny, lively boy has faded to this quiet, dark shell of his former self. You are barely home anymore, and when you are, you’re living like roommates. 

You haven’t said I love you in days. Neither has he. 

You thought he didn’t feel it anymore. You thought he was trying to let you down easy or something. 

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Seunghyun knows. Of course he does. He knows how he’s making you feel. 

But that’s kind of his goal. 

Maybe if he makes you hate him, you’ll find it easier to move on. Live a good life, without him. 

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll return to your happy self, the one that loved music and loved her job, the one that smiled all of the time, that found beauty in the most insignificant moments. 

That’s all he wants. To protect you. From himself. That’s what he thought he was doing all of this time. 

The date of his departure was quickly approaching. You noticed how he talked about the mission. As if this was it. As if he didn’t really mind if he didn’t come back. 

All you wanted was to hold him, to tell him that he shouldn’t go. That he should stay here with you. But that doesn’t feel like an option anymore. 

The night before he was supposed to leave, he asked you to stay home. You had dinner plans with friends, but you cancelled them, thinking maybe he wanted to make things right before he left for months. 

You sit cross legged on the couch, facing him, picking at the skin around your nail beds. 

“I love you,” he begins, and your heart drops. “More than anything. I need you to know that.”

“I love you too.” You say without thinking, but you know that tone. His words aren’t fooling you. 

He sighs, heavy and exhausted. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

Your chest tightens. You feel nauseous. But you don’t respond. 

He continues. “I’m holding you back. I’m ruining your life. I can’t take it—watching you fade away because of me.”

You feel your eyes sting, but you blink back the tears before they can dare to fall. You move closer and take his hand. “You aren’t holding me back, baby. I promise. I- I can help, okay? Whatever this is, we can work through it-”

“No, Y/N. We can’t.” He says, final. He doesn’t look at you. “I’m leaving tonight. I got an earlier flight.”

“Wh- what? No, Seunghyun, please, just-”

“Stop. You deserve better. I can’t be better. Not now.” Suddenly he stands, running a hand across his face. He starts pacing, slow, but it scares you.

“Seunghyun, I know it’s been hard for you, but I can help, I just want you to open up to me-”

“Please.” He finally looks to you. His eyes are bloodshot, tears just barely holding onto his lower lashes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” 

You just stare at him, unable to hold back your own tears. You feel like you’re going to puke. You dig your nails into your palm, swallowing a sob. But you don’t speak. You can’t, you know it won’t get you anywhere. He’s still the most stubborn person you know. 

Seunghyun stares back for about three seconds before looking at his watch, then back to the floor. “I have to go.” 

You don’t respond. You’re frozen as you watch your entire life, your whole world grab his bags and head for the front door. You don’t know what to say, because how does a normal person react to this? To the love of their life ending everything and moving across the world?

Everything moves slow. Seunghyun is gathering his things, which probably only took him a few minutes, but to you, it felt like years. 

You slowly walk to the foyer as he’s putting his shoes on. You still just watch him, biting your tongue so as to not beg him to stay, because you know it will only make things worse. 

Just as he’s about to open the door, he turns back. His eyes study you for a moment, his cheeks tear stained. 

Then, he drops his backpack and pulls you into a tight hug. His hand cradles your head, just like it used to when you used to have panic attacks and he’d hold you all the way through it. His other hand is flat on your lower back, like how it used to be when he’d guide you through a big crowd, making sure you stayed right by his side. 

Without even realizing it, you melt into his touch. Your face falls to the crook of his neck, your fingers curling into his shirt, trying to ground him, keeping him in place. 

You have no idea how long the hug lasts. Maybe minutes. Maybe an hour. 

After a moment that felt way too short, Seunghyun pulls away. His hand lingers, intertwined with yours. 

“Don’t cut me off.” You say, almost a whisper. 

He inhales sharply. “I won’t.” 

A pause. Neither of you look away. The apartment is silent, almost deafeningly so. 

“You’ll come back to me?” You ask, voice breaking. 

Seunghyun doesn’t answer right away. Mostly because he doesn’t know if he will. 

But eventually, he nods. Because he can’t make it harder on you. 

You nod too, sniffling. He looks at you for a moment longer, trying to commit you to memory, savoring every last moment with you before he has to leave. But eventually, he does. 

And as soon as that door shuts, your knees give out. 

You fall to the floor, sobs spilling out, tears soaking your clothes. You scratch at your arms, tug on your hair, trying to feel something other than the aching hole in your heart, but it doesn’t work. 

You don’t know how long you lay on the floor. You’ve counted the ceiling tiles about fifteen times. You’ve drawn blood on your arms from scratching and digging your nails in so deep, but that doesn’t register to you. 

You don’t know what to do. Seunghyun was your whole life. Your entire world. And that empty promise of return isn’t at all comforting. 

The thought of never seeing him again, never hearing his laugh, never seeing that beautiful smile, never running your fingers through his hair and laying on his bare chest with his strong arms wrapped around you makes you feel sick. 

Your head pounds, chest heavy as you drag yourself to bed. The bed is unmade, resembling something domestic, something sweet it once housed. 

His side is empty though. And it’ll stay that way. Maybe forever. 

Your phone is dry. No sleep well, my love text, no repeated calls, no remnants of him anywhere. Except your lockscreen. 

You change it often, but it’s always him. Right now, it’s a photo of him you took early in the morning months ago. He’s in the kitchen making coffee, looking back at the camera and smiling all awkwardly, his eyes still tired, but he looks happy. Even if it was short lived. 

You stare at the photo for a moment, then throw your phone across the room. The screen is definitely cracked, but you don’t care. 

You eventually fall asleep on his side of the bed, staring at the wall, leaving a tear stain on his pillow. 

Seunghyun is restless on the plane. His knuckles are white from holding his phone so tightly. 

Jiyong had called after Seunghyun sent him a very worrying text. 

Seunghyun: check on Y/N when i’m gone please. tell her i love her and i’m sorry. I’m sorry to you too. 

The call didn’t last long. 

Jiyong was worried, tried to pull any information, anything he could use to help, but it just resulted in Seunghyun yelling. Then yelling turned to finality, then hanging up with a distinctive fuck you. 

Seunghyun regrets it, but he doesn’t dare make it right, because there’s no point. The original plan was to come back to Seoul before DearMoon. But now, there’s no reason for him to. 

LA is safe. LA is across the world. LA is somewhere he hasn’t ruined yet, somewhere he can exist without fucking up the lives of the people he loves. 

Because right now, love isn’t enough. He knows he can’t treat you like you deserve. He wants to. He wishes he could. But wishes won’t undo years of damage, years of depression and isolation he’s put you through. 

You’re better off, he thinks. You’ll excel without him there holding you back. 

Maybe, just maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll get to love you again. But first, he has to learn how to love himself.

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