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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Clandestine Comfort | 금성제

Genre: lovers to exes to ???, angst, fluff if u squint Pairing: geum seongje x reader Word Count: 2978 In Which: your secret relationship unravels and becomes forbidden, but neither of you can resist, not if you're each other's solace.

The heavy atmosphere of the warehouse coated the inside of Seongje’s body with a faint layer of unease at Baekjin’s sudden request to meet him here. Whether it was the invisible stains of crimson suffering, or the whispers of the cries let out by union victims in this very building, Seongje knew a possible combative fate awaited him.

“Are you seeing my sister?” Baekjin asked from across the table, his face completely devoid of any emotion.

Baekjin's cold voice washed over Seongje, his sudden words causing a slight stumble as Seongje took a long drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his chest as the tension heightened.

“Since you're asking, you must know something,” Seongje responded, exhaling and watching the smoke dissolve into the uneasy air.

“Break it off,” Baekjin plainly stated. “Otherwise, I'll make sure you really can't see her.”

Seongje scoffed. “Is that why you brought me here? To take matters into your own hands if I say no?”

“I’ll send her to study abroad in a country so far you won't be able to reach her.” Baekjin looked up at Seongje, whose tongue was pressed against the inside of his lip: a habit Baekjin knew Seongje took on when he was being challenged.

“She can make her own decisions, you know?” Seongje flicked the cigarette away, far too irritated and distracted to continue paying attention to his habit.

“I have a one way ticket on hold, Seongje. She has everything here: family, friends, university.” He paused to make eye contact with Seongje, making sure he would get the memo. “Are you so selfish that you’ll choose your own wants and take away the life she loves?”

Fury pumped through Seongje’s veins, crawling onto the surface of his body and making his skin burn with resentment. Seongje knew how it looked, especially to Baekjin, who had only ever known Seongje as far as his ability to be the backbone of an organized crime ring.

But still, Baekjin didn’t show an ounce of willingness to understand that a version of Seongje existed outside of that. One that was soft, loving, and affectionate; one that had taken a special person to bring out.

You.

“Now you’re getting it,” Baekjin said, seeing the gears turn in Seongje’s head as the threat sank into his mind, “I expect you to end things tonight.”

And suddenly, all of the words died in Seongje’s mouth, immediately replaced by the metallic taste of despair. He wanted to refuse, to explain what you meant to him, but his words had never been enough to capture how much he adored you. So to offer even a fraction of that truth to Baekjin, someone who was only your other half, would simply not do his feelings justice.

And unfortunately for him, within that adoration existed the fact that he would not be the one to take your world away. Without giving himself enough time to second-guess his action, he took out his phone, tapped your name, and texted the forbidden words. 

gsj: we’re over, please don't reach out

He turned his phone towards Baekjin, clenching his jaw as the tension in Baekjin’s shoulders lowered in satisfaction. And with that, he stood up from the couch, eyes laser focused on the exit to the stuffy building. The itch in his fist intertwined with the strings of insults to Baekjin in his head, but the devastation seemed to inevitably paralyze his being.

Finally, he left without saying anything, the words clogged behind the lump of melancholy in his throat that he saw no point in coughing out. Now being only left with union work, he’d let his hands do the sole talking. There was no need to find his voice going forward, not if you ceased to exist in that time frame.

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The night you’d received that text would forever live in your mind. the circumstances, the environment, your reaction, everything down to the scent of the sweet dessert sprawled on the table in front of you. You’d been in the middle of a celebratory dinner with your friends when the screen of your phone glowed with a new notification.

Seongje’s text read directly over your lock screen, which featured a selfie you’d taken with him on your first official date. Your unknowing smile as you looked at him with heart eyes through the phone camera. His nose was scrunched after you’d left a red kiss mark on his cheek, an affectionate act he pretended to dislike, insistent on maintaining his cynical character around you at first.

But you’d always seen through him, knowing he loved the endearment deep down. So just shortly after the picture, you'd read past his tough persona and given him what he secretly wished for, a matching one on his other cheek.

The happiness of the memory had clouded your judgement, convincing you the text was nothing more than a sick joke. It was strange; you didn’t cry, you didn’t scream, and your heart certainly didn't drop as far down as it usually did with the mere thought of losing Seongje.

Perhaps Dongha had taken his phone and decided to mess with you, or he’d lost a bet and had a dare to face. You simply decided to put the phone away, returning to the conversation at hand.

But hours went by, soon turning into weeks with no signs of damage control from Seongje. Not even a text explaining that it hadn’t been him, or that he was sorry for such a twisted prank.

That's when the reality of the situation truly settled upon you. The sting of his cruelty drove you insane, so inexplicable when you considered the stability of your relationship just hours before the text. There wasn’t an argument or disagreement that was clear enough to blame, so you had resorted to the next best thing: yourself.

The pure hatred towards yourself for feeling like you’d ruined everything had led you down a self-destructive path. You had spent various nights on end at bars, clubs, and anywhere that served a medicine for your soul: the liquid poison that numbed you to relief, preventing you from feeling the grief that actively tore your heart in half.

Whether it was a cocktail whose sweet taste, reminiscent of his tender kisses, lingered on your lips, or the straight vodka that filled your body with the same bitterness that his absence had left, all you craved everyday was that same dizzy, mindless feeling.

And tonight was no different. The cloudy, intoxicated feeling consumed your body under the neon lights. With your sane friends having no reason to visit the club so often, you’d gone alone today. You decided there was no need for company anyway, as all you’d need was to get your quick fix and catch a cab home.

it was true, to an extent– at least until your night faced an abrupt interruption, courtesy of the man sitting at a nearby booth, hands intertwined at the table with the woman across from him. Your eyes fixed on him, analyzing his familiar features through your extremely impaired vision.

The half rimmed glasses, middle-parted hair, and a chain hung loosely from his neck all struck a pit of dread in your stomach. You stood up quickly, almost losing your balance in the process, but taking your phone out nonetheless to click the contact that had been untouched for weeks.

Seongje, on the other hand, had been fast asleep when you called. The sudden ringtone ripped him from his slumber, with the freshly awoken disorientation multiplying when he saw the 3:00am sky outside his window, knowing the sound couldn’t be his alarm.

He reached over to his nightstand, picking up his phone to be immediately jolted awake. Not from the brightness, but from the outline of a red heart in the contact name: the one he wouldn’t need his glasses to read. The adrenaline from your sudden call overrode any attempt to weigh out the consequences of answering, causing the twitch in his finger to fire as he accepted the call.

You heard the line connect as you stared at the man, whose hands failed to come into contact with his phone at all. The relief was only short-lived as you proceeded to hear Seongje’s breathing on the other end, reminding you of the situation you were now in.

Meanwhile, his heart thumped in his throat. The desperate question of why you’d called threatened to push outward into the silence, fighting against his rational decision to remain quiet until you spoke– which he soon discovered you wouldn’t.

The silence that filled the call became louder than the chatty club, a painful volume that made your legs grow a mind of their own, finding the nearest exit. The lonely night air, combined with the lack of Seongje’s voice only intensified the feeling of his absence, allowing a shamefully loud sob to finally escape from your lips.

The sound of your cry was enough for him to break, no longer caring about logic, or even considering how things would end if Baekjin found out he’d been in contact with you. 

“Y/n? what happened?” his stern, concerned voice filled your ears.

“I don’t– fuck, i don’t know” your words slurred as you struggled to form a coherent sentence under your woozy state. But even if you’d been sober, you still wouldn’t know how to begin explaining that you’d called to confirm he wasn’t with another woman. After all, you had no right to care– you weren’t together, and he’d been firm on you not reaching out.

“Are you drunk? Where are you?” he sat up, fully alert by this point as he threw on his jacket quicker than he’d gotten out of bed. His concern for your safety was now bigger than his ability to take his sweet time. 

“Im at–” a choked cry interrupted you, making you unable to speak as your emotions came over you uncontrollably, your body so weak that it dropped to sit on the curb outside of the club.

“Fuck, just share your location. please,” he said, immediately fetching his keys and slipping on his shoes, heading over to warm up his car.

You whimpered in response, non-verbally letting him know you’d do just that. But with a blurry vision and shaky hands, all you could do was hope that you’d clicked the right buttons.

“i’ll be there soon, don’t move.”

Given the proximity of your location to his house, and the urgency to get to you, he’d arrived shortly after he ended the call. He stopped his car as soon as he saw you, head buried in your arms and knees on the cold, concrete sidewalk.

“Hey,” he exited his car, rushing over to you and crouching to meet you at face level. “Hey, Hey,” he anxiously shook your shoulders, waiting for you to raise your head.

But when you finally did, his heart broke into an uncountable amount of pieces. Your face was flushed, cheeks puffy, and eyes red from the tears you’d shed. “I'm sorry.” you sobbed, apologizing without knowing exactly for what.

“It's fine, y/n. just– c’mon get up.” He wrapped his arms under yours, lifting your numb body from the floor. He removed his jacket, placing it over your exposed shoulders before aiding you to the passenger seat, soon getting into his own.

“Is anyone at home right now?” he asked, wondering if there’d be anyone to take care of you, worrying you might end up choking on your own vomit from how much you seemed to have drunk tonight.

You leaned against the car window, swallowing your tears thickly. “No, and I don't want to go home” your admission came out small. The feeling of his arms around you and the cologne from his jacket inevitably invaded your mind. It made you crave more of his presence, even if it meant only stepping foot into his home for a mere minute.

He sighed, knowing he didn’t want to leave you either, not after finally seeing you outside of his imagination. He lightly jabbed his palm into the steering wheel in frustration at the dilemma before speaking up. “Does Baekjin have your location?”

“No, I turn it off when I go out,” you mumbled, growing too tired to speak.

He hummed in response, turning to confirm your seatbelt was on before heading back towards the direction he came from, with you dozing off next to him.

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Entering his apartment again felt nostalgic, the kind of nostalgia that nauseated you because the feelings once associated with it, were no longer accessible. He removed his shoes, briefly unwrapping his arm from around you to kneel and remove yours as well. Standing back up, he gently supported your weight as he guided you to the familiar bedroom, sitting you on the mattress.

“Wait here,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom before coming back with the micellar water and cotton pads he’d bought for when you slept over. “Look up.” He soaked the pads with the liquid, raising your chin and stabilizing your face with one hand as he began to wipe with the other.

You stared at his focused expression, analyzing the feelings that accompanied his features. His eyes were bleak and filled with hurt, lacking the lively glimmer he’d once stared at you with. Strangely, it didn’t feel recent, the depth easily traced this ache to something well before tonight.

He discarded the dirty cotton, reaching into his dresser for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He kneeled to slide the sweatpants on, pulling them up your legs. “Stand,” he ordered again, bringing the large pants to your waist and fastening them around your much smaller body. He removed his glasses, helping you out of his jacket and your dress before quickly slipping his shirt over your head.

“I didn’t see anything,” he mumbled, neatly putting away your clothes. “I'll be on the couch if you need anything. Get some rest,” he said before beginning to walk away into the living room. 

Your chest burned, the sting traveling upwards to cloud the entirety of your mind. The tender care he’d shown you just moments ago proved he still cared, yet he didn’t hesitate to threaten you with his absence again, something you struggled to understand.

“Why did you stop loving me?” you impulsively whispered, the weight of the question making it land loudly in Seongje’s ears, crashing down on his stomach.

He sighed at the incorrect, yet unaddressable question. He couldn’t risk the consequences with Baekjin, knowing you’d go on to confront your brother if you found out about the reason behind the breakup.

He sighed, slowly turning to look at you sitting on the bed. He stared at the face he loved so much in despair, feeling the guilt gnaw at him as your bottom lip jutted out, just like it did when you were on the brink of tears.

He walked towards you, cupping your face with his hands before leaning down to place a long, soft, and loving kiss on your forehead. “I never stopped,” he said, pulling away.

“Then why’d you end it?” you questioned, watching his face struggle to conceal his inner conflict.

“That’s not a conversation for tonight.” He dropped his hands from your face, “Goodnight.”

“Wait.” The desperation to keep him close overwhelmed you, “Stay?” You looked up at his troubled, indecisive face. “Please”

“Y/n, I can’t.” He dropped his head, knowing he wouldn’t be able to go back to the forced distance if he gave in.

“Just hold me, only tonight. I promise we can be strangers again after,” you pleaded, settling for a couple of hours before accepting your lonely fate again.

Hearing you beg for the bare minimum, combined with the sheer unfairness of it all, was enough for the same fury from the night at the warehouse to return. Not at you, but at Baekjin: at your brother for taking away the only person he couldn’t dream of living without. But more importantly, he was furious at himself. 

He cursed himself for not having fought harder to keep you. He blamed himself for letting the anger take away his voice instead of raising it, and for giving in so easily to Baekjin’s orders. Not only had he lost you as a result, but he’d also caused you grave, unnecessary pain, one he was finally witnessing tonight. The least he could do in this moment was provide the comfort you craved.

He looked up for a mere second before giving in, unable to ignore how you pleaded for the affection he had never thought twice about giving. You watched as he walked over, climbing onto the space in the bed next to you. You quickly closed the gap, wasting no time to burrow yourself in his arms.

He subconsciously tightened his grip in return, finally taking in the warmth that he’d spent so many nights longing for. He pressed you closer to him, wanting you to leave a permanent imprint of yourself on his body as he prepared for the dreaded goodbye that awaited him in a few hours.

His soft heartbeat rattled against your cheek, beginning to lull you to sleep like it always had. And in just a few minutes, he felt your body loosen up in his grip, falling into a deep slumber.

He brought his fingers to your hair, carefully lacing them between your soft locs. “I promise i’ll figure something out soon,” he whispered to your sleeping self, pulling away to scan your face.

The slight furrow in your brow made his breath hitch, aching at the way you felt troubled even in your sleep. His hand retracted from your hair, bringing it down to soothe the worried lines on your face with a gentleness he’d only ever use on you.

“I really never stopped loving you,” he repeated, hoping the words would put your subconscious at ease before finally closing his eyes, knowing that you were waiting for him in his dreams.

A/N: lowk not proofread.. I gave up half way. anywaysss enjoy one of the many scenarios from my severely sleep deprived and angst loving brain (that I actually managed to somewhat complete, endings always beat my ass lol)

side note, no seongje fics of mine will be using canon age, assume all are set to univerity age.

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sugar, honey, love! | 금성제

Genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship Pairing: geum seongje x reader Word Count: 1108 In Which: you convince seongje to bake a cake, but neither of you can resist a taste of something else

“pleaseee, honey!” you puffed your cheeks in a desperate pout at seongje’s third “no”

“y/n, you know i dont touch anything in the kitchen unless its for ramen. if that even counts” he sighed softly. he wasn’t actually annoyed, just slightly miffed at your sudden, yet adorable insistence on baking a cake from scratch.

“that’s why we’ll do it together” you cheered, your eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea of sharing your favorite hobby with him for the very first time. “c’mon, we can make a yummy strawberry cake. oh, and with whipped cream frosting, too!”

the sound of your giggles and pure enthusiasm were enough to melt all of seongje's defenses away. he couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at how eager you were to involve him in the activity you typically preferred to do alone.

“hmmm” he hummed, pretending to think it over. a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched the small, disappointed pout form on your own. “fine” he finished, watching your entire face instantly light up.

“yay, yay, yay! it’s gonna be so much fun!” you immediately leaned over to pepper appreciative kisses all over his face, making him playfully scrunch his nose.

and that was exactly how the two of you ended up in the kitchen, surrounded by the sweet scent of vanilla, covered in a mist of flour, baking powder, and a dozen other ingredients seongje couldn’t remember for the life of him. he’d been quite lost up to this point, but trying his best for you nonetheless.

“you’re getting the frosting everywhere!” you giggled, amused by seongje’s focused, yet clumsy attempt at frosting the cake. 

“i told you i didn’t know how to do this” he said sheepishly, looking down at the crumbly, imperfect cake in front of him. his heavy hands were built for rough fighting, not for delicate, heart-shaped cake decorating. but seeing the pure joy radiating from your face made every second of the sticky task worth it. 

“weren’t you supposed to be helping me anyway?” he questioned, looking up to find you sitting comfortably on top of the counter, watching him work.

“yeah, but watching you is way more fun. plus, you should learn so you can surprise me with treats later” you teased, tilting your head with a matter of fact grin.

he smiled to himself at your quick wit, smearing the remaining whipped cream onto the pink, spongy layers. “you’re so lucky i love you” he muttered under his breath.

“what was that?” you teased, softly kicking your feet against the cabinets and leaning in closer to him. “i didn’t hear you”

“i said,” he began, slightly inching closer to meet you halfway. before you could react, he brought his frosting covered thumb to your cheek, swiping a dollop of the sweet cream onto your skin, “i love you”

“seongje!” you squealed, laughing while trying to wipe it off with a napkin. “im gonna break out”

“and you’ll still be the most beautiful” he responded without missing a beat.

turning his attention back to the cake, he was determined to make it presentable for you to eat. you noticed the furrow in his brow as he locked in his focus on fixing the lopsided layers.

unfortunately for him though, his affectionate words had already lit an undimmable, cheeky spark in you, making you crave more of his attention. you leaned forward on the counter, tilting your head to enter his view. “can i have a taste?”

he instantly broke his concentration, softly humming as he dipped his finger back into the frosting bowl, scooping up a small portion for you to taste. you took this opportunity to teasingly mess with him, a slight provocation that wouldn't go unnoticed by him.

he watched closely as your pink, plush lips wrapped around his digit, licking the sweet frosting clean off. your soft, doll-like eyes looked up at him through your lashes, filling with a quiet delight: either from the sugary flavor, or from the satisfying way you noticed his knees instantly go weak.

“don’t do that” he deadpanned, turning towards the cake again to avoid the meek, knowing smile he knew was already plastered on your face.

“do what?” you asked, feigning utter innocence before pushing a bit further. “can i have some more? i just didn’t really get the flavor”

seongje’s movements stuttered. the delicate tone in your voice, contrasting with your obviously devious intentions, was enough to completely intoxicate his mind. as much as he loved the torture of you pushing his buttons, he loved pushing yours back even more.

“you’re doing it on purpose, y/n” he said, his voice dropping to a low vibration. without looking at you, he dipped another finger into the frosting, this time eating it himself. “want some so bad? here” 

he turned his body fully towards you, fitting his heavy frame snugly between your thighs. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling him firmly push your hips down against the counter. he pressed his body hard against your softness, wasting no time as he leaned in and crashed his lips against yours.

you loved how softly aggressive he was. for someone with so much strength and power, he curated how much to show to never hurt you, even unintentionally. but that gentleness never weakened his intensity. he was still firm and possessive, never missing an opportunity to claim you.

he pushed his tongue between your lips, the hot, velvety muscle dancing with your own as you exchanged a breathless, unspoken language of pure, sweet love. he loved how perfectly your lips fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that unmistakably belonged together.

his hand softly trailed down your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline before he finally pulled away. he stared down at your flushed face and swollen lips, his eyes darkening with a heavy affection for you through the slight fog in his glasses from the warmth.

“is that good enough of a taste for you?” he smirked, drinking in your sudden, yet pleasing shyness.

“mm-mm” you muttered, shaking your head no, entirely eager for more where that came from.

“tsk. you’re greedy, baby” his hand began to slowly inch up your thigh, his calloused palm tracing the soft, silky skin he worshipped so much. his fingers came to a rest on the crease at the high crease of your legs, dangerously close to the hem of your panties. 

“how about we go back to bed, hm? bet you’ll be sweeter than this cake, anyway” his warm breath triggered a sudden rush of goosebumps all over your body as it brushed your ear, making your blood run hotter than the atmosphere around you.

“lets find out” you whispered, throwing your arms tightly around his broad shoulders. seongje’s arms secured a strong grip around your waist as a dangerous, mischievous smile spread across his face, fully catching onto your scandalous insinuation.

needless to say, only the cake would remain unfinished that night.

A/N: haiii everyone<3 I was inspired by a baking tiktok that said "this and licking icing off his fingers" lollll. here's a lil something before I go into hiding again

side note, no seongje fics of mine will be using canon age, assume all are set to univerity age.

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r u guys liking da seongje fics i missed writing sm :3 cant believe i last time i was writing consistently like this was three years ago lmao i feel a bit rusty but i hope u guys r liking them ^_^

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Midnight Missing! | 금성제

Genre: angst, exes Pairing: geum seongje x reader Word Count: 1.8k In Which: a midnight smoke broke no contact with your past lover, but what else will it break?

the rooftop of your apartment complex was small, yet cozy. it was an intimate sanctuary for a pre-sleep cigarette against the city view. a quiet warmth offered by the flickering lights that illuminated the dark landscape before you. you let the smoke slip your lungs, watching the pale veil dissolve into the midnight air.

you pressed against the cold railing, so deeply submerged into your thoughts that the door opening behind you was nothing more than a mere whisper. it wasn’t until the sharp click of the latch closing that you turned your head, eyes landing on none other than your ex, seongje.

there was no surprise anymore. your heart didn’t drop the way it used to. living in the same complex meant you’d been well trained in the art of keeping sane during sudden encounters. whether it was a quick pass in the lobby, an awkward shared elevator ride, or crossing paths at exits, you’d learned the ultimate way of maintaining composure. the lack of exchanges between you was only something that had aided in the process.

you only glanced for a second, your eyes quickly snapping back to the peaceful view ahead of you to keep your mind from wandering. it was true you knew how to keep cool, but the tight proximity wasn’t in your favor tonight. you’d briefly caught the fresh bruises on his face, forcing a quiet chuckle to spill from your lips at his stupidity. he hadn’t changed in the slightest, still collecting scars from fights for the fuck of it.

meanwhile, seongje had never failed to feel his heart threaten to beat out of his chest every time he saw you, his pupils dilating in awe as if it were the very first time all over again. he easily could’ve turned around, opting to retreat and make things better for himself.

after all, he could handle your silence if distance forced it upon him, but never by choice, knowing he missed his opportunity to break it. especially since the two of you were sharing the same space for longer than a fleeting moment.

however, any and all self control quickly slipped his mind, driven by his desperation for a stress relieving smoke. he walked over to the opposite end of the railing, digging through the pocket of his windbreaker for his lighter and the pack of cigarettes, only to discover it was completely empty.

“fuck” he muttered under his breath, letting his gaze travel towards you while keeping his head down.

he locked his eyes onto you, watching how the white and brown stick balanced between your two fingers as you inhaled the smoke, seeing it escape through your pretty, pink lips, the exact ones he had memorized in every corner of his mind. yet, your gaze never left the view in front of you, far too concentrated on your own puzzle of a mind to grant him a single glance.

“got another cigarette?” seongje finally asked, breaking the silence as he lifted his head to fully face you. “ran out” he extended the empty box towards you, words shaky with an unfamiliar hesitation. normally he wouldn’t think twice, as he’d straight up pocket the entire pack of whoever was around him when he was running low. but tonight, he couldn’t shake the uncertainty of his actions.

was he truly craving the buzz of the cigarette, or was he using it as an excuse to seek his other addiction to your honey silken voice?

you trapped the cigarette between your lips, pressing down to secure it in your mouth as your hand dipped into your jeans pockets to fish out the cardboard box. flipping open the lid, you pointed it towards seongje without saying a word, much less meeting his eyes.

“thank you” he said, sliding a cigarette from the box and tracking your hand as it slipped the pack back down into your pocket. he watched you take a final drag before crushing the ember against the concrete wall next to you, letting it fall onto the ground before turning on your heel to walk towards the door. and before he could even think about it, he opened his mouth again, “y/n”

you stopped in your tracks, halfway to the door before your heart finally plummeted. you could lie to yourself all you wanted, but the truth was that you hadn’t fully learned indifference, only hesitation. maybe your heart was always meant to plunge into your stomach, only this time it’d been suspended in the air for so long that the weight of it hitting the ground felt worse than it ever had before.

you stayed frozen in your tracks, shutting your eyes as you felt the violent war between your mind and heart fighting to decide what to do next, give in or give out. your back remained turned to him, and without another thought, you forced your feet to rush towards the door.

you didn’t get far before the shuffling behind you closed the distance, with a strong grasp gripping onto your arm. you aggressively shook him off, this time snapping your body around to face him.

“don’t touch me, seongje” you said, face twisted in disgust as you locked eyes with him for the first time tonight. you were finally forced to take in his ruined appearance, only causing the knot in your stomach to grow tighter.

his hair was disheveled and sprinkled with debris, matching the dirty, cracked glasses that rested on his scraped nose. his face was painted with different hues of red and blue, both of which blended into various shades of purple. his knuckles were scraped and swollen, his hands clenched into the same permanent fists he always kept, even when he wasn’t fighting.

“i miss you” he confessed, maintaining his distance in fear that closing it would make you continue your beeline back to your unit. “so much, y/n” his voice broke slightly, just enough for him to detect the pure anguish in his own words.

he tested his luck by stepping forward when you didn’t reply, noticing that you also didn’t make an effort to leave. he watched your blank expression follow his movements in silence, waiting for him to speak up again. “i still love you” he finished his confession.

those were the first words to get a reaction out of you, just not one he expected. you broke your poker face to scoff bitterly, a cynical smile forming on your lips as you turned to the side. you pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek in frustration, the disbelief of his words keeping you from being able to take him seriously.

“more than the fights?” you asked tauntingly, offering your first words of the night. “look at yourself, seongje.” crossing your arms defensively, you watched his expression drop. “y/n-”

“no. don’t ‘y/n’ me” you stepped towards him, “out of all the times we crossed paths, you choose tonight to show up with the same reason we broke up all over your face. for what? to tell me you still love me?”

his mouth stayed open, desperately searching for the words to combat your very reasonable, and undeniable truth. he knew the separation had been entirely his fault, but he also recognized that meant only he could fix it, and he wanted to, so badly.

more than anything in this world.

“i left the union” he stated, deciding to be blunt and honest instead of breaking his brain trying to find the perfect words, ones that he would never find.

“and it only took me leaving for you to finally do it?” you didn’t mean to be so cold to him. in fact, the very tears you saw welling up in his eyes mirrored the ones threatening to spill from your own. you weren’t heartless, much less did you feel any differently from him.

you still loved him, more than he could imagine. probably more than he did. but you also loved yourself, and you couldn’t compromise with the idea that he’d watch you cry every night, listening to you beg him to leave the union before he became a dead man walking. only for you to be met with the same excuse as always.

“they’re all i have y/n”

“what about me, seongje, what about me? you have me now!”

but nothing was ever enough, not until the moment you decided to show him what it truly meant to only have the union by his side. the same moment you texted him your final goodbye, refusing him the courtesy of doing in person. after all, what difference would it make to speak up in person, after having done just that for the past few months?

“i couldn’t walk away back then because i didn’t know what they would’ve done to me. or what would’ve done to you” he paused, feeling the hot, salty tears finally slip from his eyes, stinging the fresh scrapes on his cheekbones as they trailed down his face. “but after you left, i had nothing left to lose anymore. thats why i look like this. and it would’ve been worse if the fucker baekjin hadnt decided it was enough”

your own vision blurred, watching the man you love fall to pieces in front of you. you remained silent, the absence of your voice making him drop to his knees. “seongje-” your view cleared, but only as the tears finally spilled from the pool in your eyes at the sight of seongje’s desperation.

“please, y/n. i can live without them, but i can’t live with you by my side” he cried, watching you squeeze your eyes shut to prevent more tears from wetting your face. “seongje get up, please” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than to just scream out the words that itched your throat: “lets try again”

but the disappointment chewed every last bit of those words away, filling you with sorrow at how late the realization had bestowed upon him.

“i need you to love me, y/n, i don’t know how i’ll go on if you don’t” he clasped his hands together, still making your body go completely weak in despair at his imploration to you.

you finally dropped down to your own knees in front of him, cupping your hands over his, staring into the sheath of agony in his eyes. “i love you too, seongje, believe me. i just can’t believe you’ll stay out of it” you whispered, feeling the hopelessness wash over you.

as much as your heart ached for him in this moment, your conscience felt the predictability in this situation. one call from baekjin, and he’d be at his service again, feeling like he’d owe baekjin a favor for having called off his men when seongje tried to leave.

you brought a gentle hand to cup his cheek, being careful to not press too hard on the bruised areas. you softly brought his face closer to yours, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead. you closed your eyes shut, prolonging the contact as a final tear slipped down.

“i’ll miss you, seongje. forever”

A/N: eeee I loveee writing soso much!!!! I love piecing my words together to bring my visions to life, so here's sum angst I came up with to balance out the fluff from ystd :3 enjoy </3

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Amber Affection! | 금성제

Genre: fluff, suggestive, fwb2lovers Pairing: geum seongje x reader Word Count: 1.2k In Which: its late night, you're tangled in the sheets, and your mind won't stop going in circles. at least until seongje wakes up to put the breaks on your racing thoughts

the tangled linens clung to your sweaty skin like their life depended on it, sticking no matter how many times you’d tossed and turned already. you finally collapsed on your back, giving up on trying to fight the restlessness to stare at the ceiling until the white paint morphed into moving shapes.

just an hour ago, you’d been pinned beneath the man next to you, bodies crashing and fighting to chase the euphoria you’d both agreed to share. your throat was sore from crying out his name, while your mind had grown incredibly hazy from the thick, tense air that filled the small bedroom.

also an hour ago, your limbs had been threatening to give up on you, ready to succumb to the fatigue that washed over you post-orgasm. but now? you laid wide awake, trying to solve the puzzle of your own thoughts, deciphering codes you didn’t know how to begin cracking.

meanwhile, seongje was fast asleep next to you, completely oblivious to the thunderstorm that clouded your mind.

you and seongje had been friends with benefits for a while. Though never formally agreed upon, you assumed feelings were out of the question. you came to imagine seongje wasn’t a relationship guy, and much less a one-girl man. you wondered if he only came to you out of convenience, feeling like you were always available.

but you also wondered if he ever thought about what you two shared. like when he’d blur the lines by lacing his fingers through yours as you came, or when he’d ask if you were okay the second your face showed a hint of anything other than pleasure, or when he’d call you mine right as it hit his turn to finish.

you always imagined he did this with everyone else. he was probably an expert at making his girl of the night feel special, a skill perfected after presumably having handled a wide array of others.

with a heavy sigh, you rolled onto your side to face him. his features were covered in peaceful bliss, any signs of distress fully absent from his expression. the bedroom light painted his soft skin an amber hue, matching your own damp afterglow. just looking at the outline of the lips that had felt so plush against yours made your heart swell, its rhythm picking up in seconds.

you brought a gentle hand to brush the hair out of his face, with a touch so delicate he could’ve mistaken it for the soft breeze blowing from the window. your fingers travelled down to his face, using the pad of your thumb to brush the softness of his cheekbone. you took your time to admire him, uncomfortably aware of his impermanence.

he wasn’t just pleasure to you anymore, he’d become someone you shared your most intimate moments with. someone who knew every crevice of your body like the back of his hand. someone who knew exactly where to touch and more importantly, how to.

your hand continued to trace his features, bringing your index finger down his sideburns, and lower to slowly trace his sharp jawline. just as your finger lingered on his chin, ready to disconnect from his face, a strong grip suspended your wrist in the air. your heart dropped, any and all warmth was immediately swallowed by the icy sensation of your blood running cold.

“seongje, you’re awake?” you whispered, a hint of panic breaking through your attempt at a calm voice.

“mm” he hummed, keeping his eyes closed while holding your hand, softly guiding it back down to his cheek for you to cup. his eyes slowly fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the dim lighting of the bedroom. “feeling affectionate, aren’t we?” he teased, voice still groggy from sleep.

the skin on your face flushed pink, slightly embarrassed at having been caught admiring him. the two of you had never made after care or affection a habit. the most post-fuck courtesy you shared was that neither of you hurried to leave while the other was asleep. you’d made it acceptable to stay the night, but never discussed cuddling or playing house after having traded bodies.

“how long have you been up?” you asked, feeling his thumb rub circles on the outside of your palm, your hand still rested on his face. 

“long enough” he replied, locking his gaze onto yours. his glasses had been discarded long ago, allowing you to appreciate the depth of his dark chocolate orbs.

“hm” you lightly puffed your cheeks, feeling speechless and still a bit flustered at having been caught red handed, literally.

“what? did you not mean for me to feel that? you don’t gotta hide it y’know” he softly reassured you, feeling the heat radiate off your skin, “c’mere” he said suddenly. he let go of your hand and extended both arms, welcoming you into an embrace.

“w-what?” you asked, face covered in a thin layer of confusion.

“you don’t wanna?” he raised a brow.

“no, i mean, i do-” you stammered, struggling to find your words. he let out a soft chuckle at your adorable clumsiness, and more so how easily he’d unraveled you.

“you’re so shy when you’re not covering my back in scratches” he said, pulling your body close before you could even react. your exposed chests were now flush against each other, his two large arms protectively draped over your back.

you hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his woody cologne, warm skin, and a distant memory of cigarette smoke. “this is why i like you” he stated mundanely, the same way you’d order food from a menu or tell a friend about the weather.

you pulled your face back, brows tying into a tight knot at the shock of his words. he looked down at you, lips curling into a soft smile, completely unfazed by the bomb he'd dropped on you.

“as in.. like me as your favorite option or..”

“as in, my only option. someone i want to be with, y/n” he corrected, watching the gears turn behind your eyes, “do you like me?”

you stayed silent, trying to process his confession through the paranoid mess that was your brain, still clouded with the ghosts of imaginary girls you’d fabricated earlier. 

you wanted to scream, “finally” in relief,

you wanted to ask, “do you say this to everyone?” out of curiosity,

and you wanted to lie “no” to protect yourself just in case,

all. at. once.

but the abundance of words died in your throat the moment you moved your lips. a simple “yes” spilling out as you softly nodded your head against his chest. you felt his heart rate pick up, his body vibrating from the soft laughter he let out, “good” he smiled, “thought i was gonna have to beg”

“would you have?” you asked innocently, a meek smile growing on your lips as you tilted your head up to push his buttons.

“i was ready to” he admitted, hands trailing down your spine, sending a satisfying shiver throughout your body. “good thing you made things easier for me”

“i dont mind the idea of being chased” you teased shyly, shifting closer to the welcoming warmth of his skin.

he held you tighter in response, finally allowing his affection to spill unapologetically. “run if you want to. for you, i’ll follow as far as i need to”

A/N: ugh life has been beating this ass recently lol the 3 seongje fics in my drafts r begging to be revised but I just cantttt</3 here's a lil drabble I made in the meanwhile, lets hope I get the motivation to finish the rest soon

side note, no seongje fics of mine will be using canon age, assume all are set to univerity age.

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mini series

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question, im working on a fic that's 12k words already and im not even finished.. do u guys fw long fics or should I make it into a mini series :3 (id upload all at once + the pic takes place across several days anyway)

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k tumblr being weird its pmo click here for seongje fic or dont whatever

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why isnt my fic popping up in the hashtags </33

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ euphoric melancholy | 금성제

genre: angst, exes to ?? pairing: geum seongje x reader word count: 1.5k warnings: toxic relationship dynamic, substance use

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the alcohol in your system rushed to entangle itself with the weed as soon as the smoke hit your lungs, making you enter that dreamy, fuzzy feeling you’d grown far too familiar with recently.

after your break-up with seongje, your friends had made it their personal mission to keep you out and distracted as much as possible, resenting the idea of you even considering going back to him.

what they didn’t expect, was for you to completely lose yourself in the process, seeing now that distraction was not the same as relief.

you’d grown accustomed to the temporary bliss of the alcohol burning the walls of your throat, the smoke hugging your lungs, and having the nth random body pressed against you at the dance floor, but none of that ever lasted.

you’d always end up disappointed with the empty feeling of sobering up by the end of the night, with the weight of grief crushing you as soon as it came back. 

so here you were again for the sixth time this week, drunk, high, and impossibly euphoric from the club ambiance, blaring music and colorful, strobing lights.

“take another hit, pretty girl” the man whose lap you were currently on whispered in your ear, one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other held out the blunt to you. you mindlessly accepted it, bringing the blunt to your lips and inhaling the thick smoke until your entire body felt light. 

“ya, don’t enable her jihyun” sohee’s voice rang from across the booth, “she’s already out of it. take it away” your friend frowned, staring down at the table of empty soju bottles half of them bring yours.

“she’s fine,” he quickly replied, fingers sliding to your chin to make you face him, “right babe?” jihyun bounced his leg slightly to encourage a response. “mhm” you hummed, too far gone to use your words.

“good girl” he murmured, bringing your face closer to his as he closed the gap between your lips, sinking his hot tongue into your mouth. you felt his words and actions settle uncomfortably in your chest, but before you could even give it a second thought, your hand had already moved up to cradle his jaw, falling deeper into the kiss even as your tongues danced together like a couple without rhythm.

the kiss tasted like alcohol and regret, but still, you inched closer to him until your bodies were pressed impossibly together. 

you knew it wasn’t what you wanted. the feeling of someone else so close to you left a sour taste in your mouth, and it wasn’t the cheap liquor. but still, it was easier to fill the void this way, so you knew better than to pull away.

“what the fuck..” you heard a mutter from the group, ignoring it as you refused to pay attention to anything outside of your current distraction of the night. 

at least until you felt yourself being ripped away from the man beneath you, a force so sharp that the shock of the sudden movement alone made your heartbeat become too loud in your own ears.

and then you saw him, the silhouette of his back being one you’d recognize anywhere.

you watched as he gripped onto jihyun’s collar, lifting him up and delivering a blow straight to the jaw, knocking him straight onto the floor. horrified faces plastered across your friend group as some of them rushed to his aid, but your attention remained on him.

“seongje what the fuck is your problem” you yelled as he turned towards you, carefully scanning your figure.

your hair was a mess by this point, the humid air from the club had evaporated the curls you’d worked so hard on earlier. the sweat had made the glitter in your eyes trickle down your cheeks, making your face match the sparkle of the dress that clung onto your body and left little to the imagination. 

“c'mon” seongje said, calmly walking towards you like nothing had happened, “lets go home, baby”

“no,” you stepped away from him, “how the fuck did you even know i was here” 

his lips curled upwards, “i have eyes everywhere for you, sweetheart”

his menacing words landed like a brick in your stomach, but before you even had the time to respond, his strong grip was already around your wrist. you struggled against his grasp as he dragged you towards the back exit of the club, a secluded area away from the crowd. “let me go” you twisted against him, managing to free yourself eventually.

“dont be like this, now” he sighed and pushed his glasses up, making his demeanor seem too relaxed for your liking.

“no, you don’t be like this, seongje” you snapped, feeling your heart rate pick up out of sheer fury, “you can’t just show up to where i’m at and ruin my fucking night like this” your voice became high pitched towards the end, a clear indicator of your frustration.

“what?” he scoffed, “did you think i was just gonna stand back and let that fucker have you the way i used to?” his tone deepened as came closer to you, tilting his head sideways, “huh?” he tutted, attempting to get under your skin.

“im single, we’re over” your chest quickly rose up and down as you spat each word firmly, hoping they'd hit him like bullets.

“uh huh, and you're happier this way?” he leaned forward, his breath making your eyelashes flutter as his voice dropped to a taunting whisper, "filling the void with random men?" he brought a hand to caress your cheek, the proximity making his intoxicating cologne fill your lungs with something other than smoke for the first time in a while.

the bitterly nostalgic scent sent you into a haze, zeroing in onto his voice as he continued, "knowing im right here" he paused to take a moment and examine your pretty, conflicted face, satisfied with knowing his words were working.

“go on, tell me that you're enjoying this life and this is what you want” he finished, referring to your recent bad habits.

your senses seized as you opened your mouth to talk, only for the words to immediately die in your throat. you wanted to prove him wrong so badly, to show him that you didn’t need him. but deep down, you knew that none of the men you’d been with in weeks, would ever make you feel what seongje did in a day.

your eyes glossed in anger as you looked directly up at him, forcing yourself to speak despite your voice threatening to fail you, “im fine where im at without you, seongje” your tone bubbled with uncertainty. 

he sneered mockingly, “tell me that again when you actually believe it.” his words made your skin crawl, the sensation only growing worse as he proceeded to speak.

“look at yourself, y/n” he said, obviously alluding to your unraveled state, “just give up and come back, see that you’re nothing but broken without me”

his last words were enough for the anger to spew out of you, quickly stepping forward to wrap your hands around his neck, using the weight of your entire body to push him against the wall, “god, i wanna fucking kīllyou” your broken voice sounded in his ears, laced with the tens of emotions running through you.

he smiled unsettlingly, almost as if this is exactly where he wanted you, “im yours” he said, maintaining stable eye contact as your grip tightened, morbidly amused by your behavior. you just stood there, staring into his eyes as the tears ran down your own, “all you'll do is hurt me again, seongje” you whispered.

“just say the word and ill change, baby”

your shoulders dropped at his words, the feeling of emptiness washing over you like a wave in the ocean. It was anything but your first time hearing them, and by this point, you both knew you were a prisoner to the phrase. 

“i’ll change y/n, i swear. i’ll do it for you, my princess.

his words were nothing but empty promises and you knew this. you knew this, god you knew this. and yet, you’d still fall for it.

every. single. time.

your eyes fell from his in despair, unconsciously dropping your gaze to the only pair of lips that had ever aligned perfectly with yours. the ones that would make you travel dimensions with a quick peck.

his expression grew smug as he noticed where your eyes had traveled to. this was his cue, and he leaned in to give you what you were too dignified to reach for up until that moment.

with your body practically having gone limp, he took his chance to flip you around, now pressing you against the wall with his own body as he towered over you.

“i love you” he whispered into the kiss, hungrily biting your lip as a tinge of rage overtook him from the taste of alcohol, reminding him of the scene with jihyun from earlier, "you're mine, yea?” he pushed aggressively into you. you went quiet, feeling shamefully intoxicated by the feeling of seongje so close to you after weeks of his absence and replacements.

“say it” he pulled away, unappreciative of your hesitation as his hand found its way to back of your head, holding onto a fistful of your hair.

“say. it.” he repeated, making you wince as he tightened his grip with every second you failed to comply.

“im- im yours” you said quietly, “what was that?”

“im yours, fuck im yours seongje.” you sobbed, the feeling of defeat taking over your body. 

“yes you are” he softened his hold and moved forward to close the gap once again.

there was no winning, you were his, or you were nothing,

and you didnt know how to choose nothing,

so just like that, you were his again.

A/N: surprise,,, back from a 3 year hiatus hi lol <3 currently very rusty at writing ff rn (clearly), but in honor of the new euphoria season and some throwbacks from season 1 on my fyp, I became very inspired by the "I wanna kïll you" "im yours scene" with nate and jules hehe to my og jjk luvers, im going thru a geum seongje phase so that may be something I'll be indulging more often on my blog now (who knows) anyways, I currently have 2 more [softer] geum seongje fics sitting in drafts, so ill test the waters with this quick fic, and set them free if anyone is interested as always, feedback is appreciated, ty for reading <33

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