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đWho: Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x female reader
đWhat: Smut (18+). Some humour. Some fluff. Strangers to Lovers. Lifeguard Mingyu.
đWord count: 7.1k
đWarnings: Profanity. Quick joke about burying a body on the beach. Slight drowning, itâs not graphic and itâs very quick all in all. Passing mention of panic. Semi-public sex. Kissing. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Big dick Mingyu. PIV sex. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms (female receiving). Messy Mingyu. Choking. A single solitary spank. Mentions of bruising. I think thatâs it.
đSummary:
You donât like the beach, but you do like the handsome lifeguard who works there. As it turns out, he likes you too and is more than willing to risk his job to have you.
Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio. I also block blank blogs.
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A/N- This was originally on my old account @/whipped-for-kpop-fics, but Iâve decided to private a lot of stuff on that account and just move it over to here after some editing, where I can actually track it all properly.
A few weeks ago, your best friend managed to succeed in convincing you to go to the beachâ after some very effective emotional manipulation in the form of puppy eyes and pouting at you. She had promised youâd enjoy yourself, and admittedly, you did, but not because of the beach itself.
Still, she used your enjoyment to convince you to return a few days later, and then another few more, and soon enough, the two of you seem to spend more time at the beach than your homes in your free time.
Now, the reason for your interest in attending the sand and seas, despite liking neither of those things, is pretty simple. The eye candy. One particular hunk of a man with a sweet smile, in particular.
You have no idea what his name is, youâve never spoken to him nor been in close proximity; but that doesnât deter you from setting up in that same spot under the parasol for a few hours every few days, at roughly the same time, just to watch Mr. Hunky Lifeguard do his rounds, strolling topless up and down the sand, and helping where he can.
Itâs sweet; the way heâll help anyone who asks, even with matters youâre very certain are not a part of his job description. Judging impromptu sandcastle contests between kids. Blowing up beach balls. Helping older folk set up their beach chairs and parasols.
You canât help but wonder if heâd help you apply sunscreen. His warm hands slipping over your thighs, working up, and up, andâ
âHey!â The voice of your best friend breaks you from your fantasies as she skips over happily, hands cupped together, and before sheâs even close enough, you already know whatâs in her hands. âCheck this out!â She drops onto her knees at your side to proudly show youâŚa little crab. So not another shell to add to the pile gathering on the sand to your right, as you had assumed.
âA crab.â
âYes.â
âI thought you were looking for shells to decorate your castle with?â You both look over at the half-finished and, admittedly, rather grand sandcastle a little to the side, safely out of the way from any passerby.
âEvery castle needs a King; donât you think heâll look crabulous on his throne?â You look back at your best friend to find her grinning at you, proud of her joke.
âGo find shells,â you deadpan, she just giggles and gets up to return to the rockpool where she had found the crab, to return it to its home.
Thoroughly distracted from your fantasy of the hot lifeguard, you have honestly forgotten about it and also happened to have lost track of him. Last you saw him, he was up on the deck of the watch tower, peering over the beach through binoculars, yet now, heâs nowhere to be seen.
With a disappointed sigh, you decide to just relax, leaning back against the bags youâve piled up to create an impromptu backrest, and go back to reading your book.
Itâs not even ten minutes later when a figure blocks your light and casts a shadow over your pages. You immediately assume itâs your friend from the way the figure lingers, and you lift your head with every intention of accepting whatever funky patterned rock or shell sheâs found this time, yet itâs not her who you spot, but Mr. Hunky Lifeguard himself.
âHi,â he greets, hands on his hips, and smiling at you in that bright, friendly way youâve noticed him smiling at everyone else.
You take the moment with him so close to quickly rake your hidden gaze over his exposed, sun-kissed, toned torso and arms. Praise be to whoever invented dark sunglasses. âHello.â
âFamily day out?â he questions, motioning to the pile of plastic beach toys beside the sandcastle on your right, causing you to look over and only now realise how it must look; that youâre here with your child, not your grown ass adult of a best friend.
âNot exactly,â you huff a laugh and lean aside a little to peer around him. âMy best friend,â you declare upon spotting said person, and pointing to her. To your surprise, sheâs squatting down with another lifeguardâ this one wearing the same red shorts, though heâs got a white sleeveless t-shirt onâ, and rummaging through the sand with your friend.
âOh!â The man in front of you lets out a surprised little laugh when he looks over too. âIâve never seen Vernon interact like that with a stranger. Unless they know each other?â
âNot that Iâm aware of.â You shrug and look back up at the tall man in time to see his body angle back around to give you his full attention.
You briefly wonder who exactly is looking over this section of the beach when both lifeguards are currently distracted on the sand.
âHuh, okay. Iâm Mingyu.â He takes a step closer to lean over and offers his hand to you.
Your gaze catches on the chain around his neck and the way it swings as he leans over. You want to reach out and grab it, yank him down and defile the beach together. But that would get you arrested, and you really donât want that. So, you lean up onto your knees to accept his hand to shake and tell him your name in return.
âMm, pretty,â he hums, looking at you over the top of his dark sunglasses with a lopsided little smile. It feels flirty as fuck, but you donât want to make assumptions that this beautiful man is interested in you.
âOh, thank you.â You smile a little and take your hand back yet remain on your knees with your feet tucked comfortably under you as he straightens up. You canât help but think about the fact that if he was a few feet closer, youâd be at face height with his dick and within reaching distance.
âYou must really like the beach.â
âHuh?â You blink away the fantasy of slobbering all over Mingyuâs cock and seeing how pretty he looks when he cums down your throat, or maybe on your face; thatâd be nice too.
âI said you must really like the beach; Iâve seen you here almost every day for almost a month now.â
âYou noticed me?â you mutter in shock.
âUhm.â Mingyu rubs the back of his neck awkwardly; his confident stance melting away as his shoulders curve in and make him appear smaller, embarrassed. Cute. âIâItâs my job. To notice things. People. You know. To maâmake sure people are safe.â
âI see.â You hum and tilt your head a little without even noticing; amused and endeared by him. As if he isnât already attractive enough just by existing; talking to him and realising heâs got this cute, shy side definitely draws you in further.
âYâyep!â He laughs awkwardly and straightens to his full height again while putting his hands on his hips. âWell, I should get back to it. Nice to meet you!â And then he rushes off before you can even respond, leaving you watching him scuttle off and almost trip over a stray sandal in the sand, making you snicker. Mingyu flails to right himself, and then immediately looks over at you to see if you noticed. Realising that you had definitely seen him almost faceplant the sand, he gives an awkward, embarrassed little wave before turning and rushing off, quickly putting his face in his palms as he goes.
And just like that, the beach gets that much more interesting.
Itâs a handful of days before you return to the beach; you had been busy with work, unfortunately, so you simply hadnât had the time or energy to take the trip.
âIâm gonna dig a giant fucking hole today,â your best friend declares as you both put down your items in your usual spot and start to set up.
âTo bury me? Work killed me, babe,â you retort dramatically.
âPlease donât bury bodies on the beach,â the unexpected male voice makes you jump and look over. To your surprise, a dripping wet Mingyu is standing a little behind you. âHi.â
âHi,â you reply dumbly, doing your utmost to not ogle his shimmering chest, or the flex of his bicep as he lifts a hand to run his fingers through his wet hair to stop the salty water dripping over his face.
Youâre, once again, very glad for tinted sunglasses.
âYouâre wet,â your best friend comments, making you both look at her where sheâs standing and looking between you both over the top of her sunglassesâ youâre very certain sheâs lowered them down her nose just to give you both this very pointed look.
âI was teaching a kid to swim, of course Iâm wet.â Mingyu chuckles, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the sea behind him.
âWasnât talking to you.â Your best friend gives you a final look before pushing her sunglasses back up into place. âIâll leave you to set up, I have places to be.â With that, she turns and walks off in the direction of the snack carts and shacks further down the beach, leaving you and Mingyu alone.
You appreciate that; the alone time with the attractive man, but what you donât appreciate is having to set up on your own. âShe couldâve at least opened the parasol first,â you mutter to yourself while looking at the giant umbrella in disdain.
âI can help!â Mingyu offers, bounding forward before you can even answer, to pick up the umbrella from the sand, biceps flexing as he moves. âWhere do you want it?â
âRight here,â you reply without thought. He hums in understanding, even if he doesnât truly understand; because you were definitely thinking about where you want him to rail you when you answered, not where you want the parasol set up. Still, Mingyu sets the parasol up and it is in the right place, so you find no reason to correct yourself, and instead thank him and get to work setting up the mat.
To your pleased surprise, Mingyu sticks around to help you finish setting up everything, making friendly conversation as he goes and smiling brighter every time he makes you laugh.
You wish he would keep you company for longer but his walkie-talkie crackles to life and announces that heâs needed, so he leaves you with a smile, and waves at you when he looks over his shoulder after jogging a little away.
It makes you feel all warm inside; how he seems to be genuinely interested in being near you. You just hope that it doesnât take another three weeks before he decides to make a move if he plans to. Youâre not confident enough yourself to make that move; youâd be utterly mortified if youâve read this all wrong and heâs just being a genuinely nice guy who goes above and beyond for his job.
So, you just settle down with a new book and hold that hope next to that sun shining in your chest.
âThis is perhaps the dumbest idea weâve had and gone through with,â your best friend comments as the two of you stand ankle-deep in the sea with the rented surfboards ready for your lesson, and one of the two men who run the surf supply shack.
âYou signed us up,â you point out, both of you watching the man in question as he removes his t-shirt on the shore to toss at his co-worker, who rolls his eyes.
You know the co-worker personally, but more because he somehow knows your best friend. His name is Joshua, and he, according to your bestie, has purposely set up this lesson with his co-worker, Seungcheol, because Joshua owes her for something or other. Honestly, you long ago stopped trying to keep track of the shenanigans of your bestie. Wisely too.
âSorry about that, Shua had to tell me something,â Seungcheol apologises as he walks over to join you two, sans surfboard of his own, confusing you, but you donât point it out.
âSounds ominous,â you declare.
âNo.â He chuckles, and motions to your best friend, who points at herself with wide eyes on view thanks to her sunglasses currently being propped on Joshuaâs head so that they donât get lost to sea, while yours are with your belongings. âShua said you have really bad balance, so I should probably hold onto you.â
âTerrible balance,â your best friend agrees seriously without missing a beat, even if you know sheâs lying at least a little.
It takes everything in you to not burst into laughter. Clearly, Joshua is very aware that your bestie has been thirsting over his co-worker since she first saw him. Admittedly, you have been too, but most of your attention has been on Mr. Hunky Lifeguard, now officially known as Mingyu.
âOkay, so is it alright if I hold onto you to help?â Seungcheol checks, expression giving away that he truly has no idea that this is some kind of a set-up and is genuinely just concerned for his studentâs safety.
âFull consent to touch me however you want,â your best friend agrees, making Seungcheol smile, entirely missing the depravity hiding in her words.
You have to look away to take a few breaths to calm yourself before you break, and happen to notice Mingyu up on the watchtower deck looking through his binoculars. You canât be certain, but it looks like heâs got them pointed in your direction. You donât want to be delusional, so convince yourself that even if he is, heâs not focused on you specifically.
Spoiler, he definitely is.
âAlright.â Seungcheol claps his hands together, making you jump a little, turn back to him, and catch his adorable gummy smile. âLetâs get this lesson started, shall we ladies?â
Honestly, the lesson with Seungcheol goes a lot better than expected; he takes it very seriously and pays careful attention to you both. You hadnât expected to get anywhere close to standing on the board in the water, but with his careful guidanceâ even with his hands hovering around your friend to aid her oh so terrible balance if need beâ, you get your feet under you.
After a few more tries, you manage to get almost entirely upright, while Seungcheol and your friend cheer you on supportively. And then, you make a giant fucking mistake.
Before youâre even upright, you lift your head just enough to peer around naturally, and notice Mingyu in all his topless, red short glory jogging along the beach, looking like everything out of a Baywatch themed porno with his pecs bouncing with fucking every step. And as if thatâs not bad enough, the man clearly is packing something very special in his shorts, because you notice that bouncing too.
Next thing you know, youâre toppling into the water so suddenly that you inhale in shock a second before you hit the seaâs surface, allowing salty water to pour into your open mouth and trickle into your lungs. Itâs barely a second that youâre under the water before a strong arm is around your waist and heaving you up into the air while you sputter, panic starting to seize your body.
âMove!â You hear as youâre laid down on the sand by the strong arms, though the voice is coming from elsewhere.
âI can handle this, Gyu,â this voice is right over you; the owner of the arms, and you vaguely register it as Seungcheol, but youâre too busy coughing up seawater to open your eyes or give him or the other man any attention.
âIâve got it, Cheol,â Mingyu assures. Thereâs a heavy sigh, and then those strong hands leave your body, and you feel Seungcheol back away while other hands touch you gently, helping to remain on your side. âThatâs it, youâre okay, Iâve got you,â Mingyuâs voice is soft and soothing where heâs hovering over you in concern with one hand rubbing over your arm and the other pushing your hair back.
Luckily, the whole ordeal only lasts a handful of minutes, and then youâre okay, breath stuttered and throat a little sore, but fine otherwise.
When you roll onto your back and open your eyes, you find Mingyu right there, leaning over you and backlit by the sun heâs purposely blocking from shining right in your eyes. Like your own personal guardian angel. Or something more poetic.
You can be given a break from being unable to wax poetic about this beautiful specimen of humanity before you, considering what youâre going through. And no, not the just inhaling seawater thing. But the whole, heâs leaning over you topless with that damn silver chain dangling inches from your face, thing. Just a little closer and you could bite it.
You wonder if heâd find that weird. Probably. You still want to do it though.
âHey.â He gives you a tender kind of smile when you lift your eyes from his chain to meet his relieved, soft gaze. âYou okay?â You just nod, pretty sure youâd say something highly inappropriate if you open your mouth.
âI dunno, I think she might need you to watch over her, Mr. Lifeguard,â Your best friend speaks up. You peer at her from the corner of your eyes and find her standing beside Seungcheol with a little smirk on her face as she looks between you and Mingyu. âMaybe you should take her up to the watchtower and keep a close eye on her, just in case.â
âShe doesnât need that,â Seungcheol points out simply, definitely unaware that your friend is trying to set up a situation for you and the man youâve been thirsting over for weeks.
âNo, no, sheâs right,â Mingyu argues quickly as he shakes his head and turns to you to help you sit up and then get to your feet to stand with him. âI should definitely keep a close eye on her, she almost drowned, Cheolââ
âSheâs fine,â Seungcheolâs mutter is neither heard nor considered as Mingyu continues to talk over him as if the man said nothing.
âSo, Iâll take her to the watch tower for a while until sheâs feeling all better, sounds okay?â He looks at you. You just nod.
âMake her feel all better, Mr. Lifeguard,â Your bestie encourages with a nod and thumbs up. Mingyu returns it, though youâre not certain he actually gets what your friend is insinuating, but you donât really care. Whether he understands or not, youâre getting alone time with Mingyu and thatâs all that matters. Bless your bestie for always trying to get you laid.
As you walk up the stairs to the watchtower, Mingyu walks a few steps behind you with a hand on your lower back gently, the same place it has been since the two of you started to walk across the sand. Itâs still there when he opens the door and you two enter the building.
âHey,â Vernon, the lifeguard your bestie apparently befriended the other day, greets upon looking over from where heâs sitting at the control desk facing the large windows that oversee the beach. âOh,â he mutters, eyes widening a little as he looks between you and Mingyu, clearly taking in the sight of the tall manâs hand on your back. âYou know, I think Iâm going to go get some air for a bit.â
âOkay,â Mingyu agrees, giving Vernon a grateful look as the shorter man vacates the building without even grabbing his walkie-talkie from the desk.
At Mingyuâs gentle nudge, you move further into the building, allowing him to shut the door.
âIâll grab you a towel,â he declares, moving over to the cupboards while you decide to check out the view from the window.
From here you can see the entire section of the beach, especially when you pick up the binoculars Vernon left on the desk and peer through them. Itâs pretty interesting; being able to watch over everyone like this and see everything while they no doubt donât even consider the eyes on them from above.
âCan they see us?â you wonder, lowering the binoculars to look at Mingyu as he approaches with a towel in hand.
âI mean, sure, if they try hard enough at other times of day; but the sun is in the right position to just reflect on the glass at the moment. So right now, no, nobody can see us,â he informs, stopping perhaps a little closer than necessary. Paired with the information that nobody would even see if he fucked you right against the window, heat flares in your stomach.
âHave you tested that?â
âMm, a few times.â
âHow?â
Mingyu tilts his head a little at you, and as you havenât accepted the towel, too focused on the conversation, he puts it down on the desk and gently takes the binoculars from your hands to also put down. âWhat do you mean, how? By looking up from outside.â
âRight.â You hum and turn your head to look back out of the window.
âWhat were you expecting?â He chuckles lowly. You feel him move a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest against your left arm. âHm?â You shrug. âTell me.â
âJustâŚyou know.â You shrug again, and although you can barely feel it through the wet material of the rash guard on your torso, the gentle press of his fingers on your back makes you shiver a little.
âYou should get out of this and dry off,â he suggests while running his right hand up the length of your back and around your neck to the zipper in the middle of your throat.
âI might need some help getting it off,â you reply. âThings being wet makes things harder.â
âOh, I know.â Youâre very certain that youâre both talking in double entendre now and look at him over your shoulder as you turn your back to him a little more to give him better access without having to reach around you so much.
For a weighted moment, nothing happens, just heavy eye contact as if youâre both waiting for the other to take a step backwards and prove your suspicions of the rising tension between you to be false.
Yet, you both stay in place.
You feel a slight tug against your neck, barely noticeable, but it makes your body burn a little hotter as he slowly tugs down the zipper to your clavicle before stopping.
âFace me,â he mutters, adjusting his own stance to fully face you. You immediately comply and turn so that youâre face to face, all without him removing his grip on the pull of your zipper.
Then heâs back to dragging the zip down, over your breasts, where his knuckles brush a little, making your breath catch, before his hand moves on to finish the path to open the zip all the way to where it stops at your belly button.
Mingyu only then breaks eye contact to look down at the glimpse of skin he can see now with the zipper open. âThis is a one piece?â he checks, noticing how the material of the rash guard vanishes into your shorts. You hum in confirmation, and then heâs lowering to his knees in front of you to tuck his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.
He glances up at you, checking that this is okay, and when you nod, he gives you a little smile before turning his full attention back down to watch the shorts move down your thighs with the help of his hands.
âCan youââ he starts once youâve stepped out of the shorts and heâs tossed them aside, but when he looks up at you, youâre already working on pulling the front of your rash guard open, revealing your chest little by little, covered only by the little bikini you bought specifically to wear with the rash guard. âThat.â Mingyu swallows thickly, watching more skin get revealed until you start to struggle to get the wet material down your shoulders. Without a word, Mingyu gets up onto his knees as tall as he can without standing up, to reach out and grip the material to ease it over your shoulders and down your arms. âYouâre beautiful,â he murmurs, hands bunching the wet material by your hips as he stops to take in all the exposed skin only a few feet from his face.
âSoâre you,â you reply shyly.
He smiles up at you then leans forward to press a featherlight kiss to your stomach. âThis okay?â he asks in between kisses on your skin; each growing more daring than the last.
âYâyeah,â you agree, feeling breathless already and nothing has happened yet. The tension is just so thick between you that it fills your lungs and takes up space usually reserved for oxygen.
For a moment, you worry that if youâre this breathless already with just a couple of kisses to your stomach, you will not survive actually being fucked by this beautiful man. But then his lips are suddenly on the crease of your thigh, right at the edge of the rash guard and moving inwards, and you can no longer worry about the future state of your lungs.
Mingyu quickly tugs the rash guard off of you entirely and tosses it aside carelessly once youâve stepped out of it, leaving you in just the skimpy little bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. âFuck,â he breathes out, leaning back to take you in from head to toe, then back again. âSo, fucking beautiful, baby.â
âMingyu,â your voice is a soft little plea as you reach towards him, for what exactly, youâre not sure; you just want something and hope he gets the hint. He does, and tilts forward to lean his cheek against your palm for a second, then plants a kiss there, tender despite the heavy moment.
âLean back, baby,â he encourages, leading you by your hips to turn and take a step back until the edge of the desk is digging into the meat of your ass.
You grip the desk edge on either side of you as he hitches one of your legs up onto his shoulder, then lean back as his free hand tugs aside the seat of your panties to allow him to get straight to work dragging his tongue up your pussy. The noise Mingyu lets out overpowers your own; he sounds like heâs tasted the nectar of the fucking gods or something equally as divine. Hearing him so immediately into eating your pussy only makes you more aroused and attracted to him in general.
Youâve heard of men eating pussy like a man starved before, but youâve never experienced it until now. Mingyu truly gives it his all; holds you open and drags his tongue and lips over you with desperation, and an intensity that has your legs shaking; a constant stream of moans spilling from your mouth almost in time with the grunts and needy moans vibrating through his lips against you.
âGyu,â you breathe out, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and encouraging him to stay on your clit. He groans at the slight tug on his scalp and redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking at your clit hungrily.
Your eyes are closed, entirely absorbed in the toe-curling sensations this man is giving you in spades, but when his hand touches yours on his head, you open your eyes to peer at him curiously. Heâs looking at you, eyes so blown with arousal that youâre very certain you leak over his chin even more.
Mingyu doesnât stop suckling your clit between his lips in a steady pattern that has you so fucking close to a beautiful climax. It wonât be long until you fall over the edge into bliss. He removes your hand from his head and directs it between your thighs to make you curl your fingers around the seat of your bikini bottoms and hold them aside out of his way.
Then, those same fingers that had just curled your own are prodding at your entrance. He hesitates though, staring up at you for permission until you rapidly nod, and then heâs plunging two right into you, made easy from how fucking wet you are.
Just like that, an orgasm hits you so suddenly and powerfully that you donât manage to do anything, no warning, no sound from your mouth as it rushes through your body, making your eyes roll and back arch.
Mingyu feels you clamp down around his fingers and groans deeply as his own eyes threaten to roll back despite not being close to orgasm himself. Just knowing youâre cumming because of him, because of his mouth, on his fingers; it drives him insane and makes his cock throb.
Diligently, Mingyu works you through the pleasure pulsing through you, slowing down when your hips start to twitch, and then reluctantly detaches his mouth from your clit when you nudge his head with a slightly shaky hand. Though, he doesnât go far, and instead, pushes your thigh a little further open to give his head more space to get next to his hand between your thighs, and noisily slurp up every single drop that spills from your pussy. He even goes as far as to lick up the line that dribbled down his hand to his wrist.
âGyu,â the call of his name makes him lift his head to look at you with wide eyes, looking so innocent despite his mouth and chin being soaked in your juices, all the way down to his throat. The sight and reminder of how hard he just made you cum has you unintentionally squeezing around the fingers still buried to the knuckles within you.
He groans, tilting forward and opening his mouth ready to make you see stars all over again, but you quickly put your hand to his head, palm to his forehead to hold him back. âLemme eat your pussy, baby, prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen. Most delicious pussy ever. Could eat you forever. Let me. Please?â Heâs got a slight slur to his words as he speaks, voice pitched higher than normal as he begs in a tone verging on a whine.
âDâdonât you want to fuck me?â you ask, words a slight pant still, too soon from the intense orgasm to have your breath back, but you donât care. He can steal all the breath from your lungs as long as he makes you cum like that.
âFuck you?â he repeats dumbly. You nod, and then itâs like a switch has been flipped. All of the innocent pussy-drunk expression and voice vanishes in an instant as his eyes turn heavy-lidded, and his lips turn up into a smirk. âYeah? Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?â His fingers in you start to move, making you jolt a little in surprise, and reach down to try and remove them. âNo, no, no, you gotta take my fingers first, baby. Need to show me you can take them before I give you my cock, okay? This is such a pretty pussy; I donât want to ruin it by giving you my cock before youâre ready.â
You canât really say anything in response, both from his words and the way heâs skilfully moving those two fingers in you; slow but pressing in all the right ways to stretch you out and drag all ability to form anything but pathetic moans from your parted lips.
âThatâs it, good, just take it. You can take it for me, right, baby?â You nod quickly at his words. âCan you take another finger?â Another nod, so he pulls his fingers out most of the way to work a third in beside them. âThatâs my girl, fuck,â he breathes out, watching the way your pussy opens around his fingers as he carefully feeds the digits into you.
It doesnât take much longer for Mingyu to pull his fingers out of you and get up to his feet. You barely have time to react before he has your hips in his hands and spins you to face the window. The sun is right in your face like this, lessened in power by the window yet still an annoyance, so you lean over all the way down onto your elbows and rest your forehead on your forearms.
âOh,â Mingyu breathes out, watching you bend over the desk, and stops his task of shoving down his swimming shorts to free his leaking cock. âFucking perfect,â he approves, and gives you a quick spank to watch your asscheek wobble with the impact. He hadnât expected the moan that tumbles from your lips and pauses for a moment as he considers spanking you until your ass is raw and there are imprints of his hands left on your skin like a claim.
But then his cock twitches desperately, and he gets back to work shoving his shorts down enough and taking his thick, heavy cock into his hand to run his hand up and down the length, spreading precum over his heated skin while his free hand tugs your bikini bottoms aside.
A breathless curse spills from his lips when he aligns his cock with your dripping hole. He wants to bury himself to the hilt in your warmth right away, but heâs very aware that, frankly put, he has a giant cock, so he needs to take it slow to not hurt you.
As soon as the head pops into you, youâre moaning and trying to push back for more. Mingyu has to take a firm hold of your ass cheek and push you forward against the edge of the desk to stop you moving too fast. If you keep it up, he will fuck into you without hesitation, and heâs already trembling with the effort of holding back.
Little does he know; you want him to fucking ruin you. You want him to fuck you so hard and deep that you canât take a step for the next few days without thinking of his cock splitting you open. But you donât have the brain power to make your tongue move to form that specific string of syllables, so youâre forced to just remain pinned to the desk as he feeds you inch by thick inch of his cock at an almost agonisingly slow pace.
By the time his hips are pressed up against your ass, heâs shaking with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, and both hands gripping your hips so tightly you just know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers afterwards. Bruises youâll wear proudly.
âFuck, baby, this fucking pussy,â he groans as you pulsate around his throbbing length.
He needs a moment; needs more than one really, with how fucking close he already is to filling you with his cum, but you press back against him as best as you can considering his grip. Itâs barely any movement, but he gets the hint; you really donât want him to wait anymore and fuck, neither does he.
Mingyu slowly pulls his hips back, sliding half of his length out of you before sliding back in in the same slow, careful manner. Heâs testing the waters; the give of your pussy, and his own resolve, really. And all three give so fucking easily that the next time he pulls out, it's all the way until only his tip is tucked up safely inside of you before he thrusts forward harshly, making you cry out and scramble to brace a palm against the window above your head blindly.
âThatâs it, hold on, baby,â he encourages with a heavy exhale as he adjusts his footing and hold on you, before he starts to fuck you like a man possessed.
Itâs hard, and fast, and so fucking deep that heâs hitting places within you that you didnât even fucking know existed before his cock found them. Or maybe theyâre special places his cock is carving out, and no one will ever be able to access them again. No one will make your mind blank and eyes roll back so far that all you see is the mental image of Mingyuâs giant cock wrecking your pussy in the best of ways.
Youâre being loud, both of you; moaning and whining with every drag of his cock through your rapidly tightening walls. But neither of you care, neither of you have the presence of mind to consider anything but the way it feels to fuck and be fucked like this.
At this point, youâre so close to another incredible orgasm that you wouldnât even care if the door opened; you probably wouldnât even notice, and honestly, neither would Mingyu.
When Mingyu tilts forward enough to wind a strong arm under your waist to press his palm against the flat of your chest and pull you up until your back is against his bare, sweat-dappled chest, you almost scream in pleasure at the new, somehow deeper, spot heâs grinding into.
Thereâs a little part of Mingyu thatâs still aware that youâre in public and his place of work, even if heâs not consciously aware of it, and that part of him is the reason his hand flies up from your chest to your throat and squeezes in the exact way to cut off your airflow.
Itâs the last nudge you need to hurtle into the single most mind-shattering, nirvana-inducing, orgasm of your fucking life. At least so far, because once youâre more coherent, youâll definitely think about how much you want him to fuck you again in all sorts of ways.
A choked, cut off moan spills from Mingyuâs mouth when you clamp down around his cock so tightly as your pussy absolutely gushes around him, that it sends him over too. His hand on your hip quickly moves, sliding around over your lower stomach to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you tight as he ruts into you and fills you with his cum.
It feels fucking endless; the length of your orgasm and how much it takes out of you, even though it truly doesnât last that long. Itâs just an all-encompassing feeling that feels like utter bliss; a never-ending pulse of pleasure; pure fucking serenity.
âYou okay?â Mingyu manages to breathe out once his cock has stopped twitching as your throbbing walls milk him for every drop of cum in his body. His chest is heaving against your back, matching the deep rise and fall of your own chest, even if he had released the pressure on your throat as soon as his cock started to empty in you.
You canât respond yet; youâre not quite back on planet Earth, making Mingyu chuckle a little, fond of you already, and cocky at his own abilities to fuck you so dumb like this.
Carefully, he draws his hips back to slide out of you with a wince and hears the splatter of cum hitting the wooden boards. But thatâs a problem for after heâs looked after you.
Mingyu is so fucking gentle as he grabs the towel from the desk and uses it to clean between your thighs as best as he can without removing his arm from around you to keep you propped up. Then he manoeuvres you onto the wooden chair on your right, before getting to his knees to spread your legs wide once heâs between them with his knees pressed to the floorboards.
For a few seconds, he just stares dumbly at the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy, and he almost leans in to clean you up with his mouth, but youâre already so out of it that he figures he better not. Heâll save that for next time.
Fuck, he really fucking hopes thereâs a next time.
You come back to reality when Mingyu is doing his best to slide your shorts back up your legs.
âHey, beautiful,â he greets you when he notices you moving slightly and looks up to see you blinking down at him. âHow you feeling?â
âLike I had the life fucked out of me,â you reply, giving him a sated, borderline dopey smile that makes him laugh. You reach out to him, and he happily leans up to let you run your hands over his shoulders and to his neck, so that you can tug him in and kiss him.
He sighs in contentment as your lips move together, slowly like you have all the time in the world. Like thereâs nothing that either of you would rather be doing than this right here.
âShouldâve kissed you earlier,â he murmurs when you both naturally pull apart for air and he rests his forehead against yours. âSorry, got carried away.â
âThereâs no need to apologise, seriously, that wasâŚâ You trail off and just giggle instead, fingers playing with his hair near his nape.
âIt was,â he agrees with a chuckle, and leans back to look at you. âCould we maybe do that again?â
âNow?â you baulk.
âNo, not now.â He giggles. âI really canât do that again now; I think Iâll pass out if I try to do anything like that now,â he assures, squeezing your thighs a little where his hands lay. âBut another day in the future, when weâve both recovered.â
âThat sounds much more reasonable to me.â
âReasonable, huh?â he teases, and nips at your cheek playfully, making you giggle. âAnd what about a date? Does that sound reasonable to you?â
âNo.â Mingyuâs face drops so fast as he looks at you. He looks pretty heartbroken, honestly. âI didnât mean no as in no to the date!â you rush to assure, cupping his cheeks, and brushing your thumbs soothingly over his skin.
He pouts and pushes into your hold. âThen what do you mean?â
âJust that it doesnât sound reasonable but very nice and something I would definitely love to do.â
âOh.â He turns into your palm to try and hide the cute, happy, little smile that lifts his mouth and exposes his teeth, but you feel it. He presses a kiss to your palm before facing you again, no longer hiding his smile. âGood, good; Iâm glad youâd love to. Iâd love to as well. Maybe after my shift ends, we can get lunch? Well, weâd have to take Vernon too, and I guess your friend, but they can entertain each other at another table.â
You giggle and nod in agreement. âSounds perfect to me.â
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SUM. just some things about being in a relationship with them
(MISC. MLST) . includes: kim geonwoo, hong woojin ¡ domestic fluff, est. relationship, a little smut (nothing detailed), slice of life
note. iâve started rewatching bloodhounds.. mainly to see those red shorts again đŽâđ¨
KIM GEONWOO
oh my gosh geonwoo :(
this man literally loves you to pieces.
heâs got it bad.
this could go either way to be honest.
he could be adorably shy when he tries to flirt :(
but also i can see him being the smoothest mf EVER.
personally i think heâd be a mix of both.
smooth flirting but if you reciprocate at all? his eyes go big and his ears go red and he panics.
geonwoo might look like a violent man because of the scar on his face and the frequent bruises and injuries.
but really heâs just a soft, cute little bunny
he also trusts you an awful lot and tells you more things than he tells most people so heâll always protect your secrets really well.
he also really really loves seeing you in his clothes like loves loves it. thereâs not a single oversized shirt he owns that you havenât worn at least once.
any time you speak he always has this wide smile on his face and absolutely adores the sound of your voice.
he gets proud smiles on his face when he makes you laugh and snaps candid photos of you, saving them on his phone to look over before a fight if you couldnât be there.
as soon as he gets home he greets you with a hard kiss and then a LONGGGG hug.
seems like the kind of guy to cup ur face a lot when kissing you, probably rubs his thumb over your cheek too.
FOREHEAD. KISSES.
will keep his arms around you or help you with dinner while he tells you about the fight.
also cuddles afterwards.
thereâs lots of spooning, he loves to be the small spoon and feel protected by you for once.
he needs to remember how special he is from time to time.
so love him, play with his hair, tell him to not stress or simply help him relax in other ways.
geonwoo has no dominant bone in his body when it comes to sex, iâm sorry to say.
heâs so buff but once youâre towering over him heâll completely submit himself to you.
loses it when you praise him, will become a whimpering mess for you.
he is not into dirty talk i think but you could make him cum with your sweet words.
heâd also mark you when heâs lost and would kiss them and apologize if he hurt you.
lowkey a pillow prince too.
HONG WOOJIN
he is definitely the type of boyfriend that will hold things very high so you canât reach them.
and when you do he kisses you and has a soft gleam in his eyes that tells you how much he loves you.
is so sweet and caring to you.
random pics everywhere, his phone, cameras are full with you.
he is so fun and always down for whatever crazy ideas youâve got brewing in your head!
24/7 can make you smile.
food is his love language, (this man does not play about his rib-eye).
but also loves to show his love with basic touches like playing softly with your hair, holding your waist.
basically keeping your body close.
l o v e s it when you blush or give him some kind of reaction.
heâd tease you quite often about these lol cause my man is playful af (yet possessive when jealous).
and fights would be nothing but petty and ridiculous.
the two of you werenât the type to bottle things upâyou argued, bickered, and then made up like nothing happened.
usually within a day, one of you would crack and things would go back to normal.
woojin always wants you in his corner when he fights. you are his good luck charm and the only one who is allowed to wrap the bandages around his hands before he slips into his gloves.
not that he needs any luck with the skills he has, but he loves seeing you press your sweet kisses on his boxing gloves and smile at him before you hug him tightly and tell him to please be careful.
whether he wins or loses heâd still want to celebrate with you any way he can because he knows it wonât be the last.
he often uses you as a pillow while sleeping, heâs the big spoon most of the time.
his hands always touching and roaming around your body.
very domestic and soft during sex and will make sure the both of you have a good time.
tease.
yup heâs a tease.
lives for making you squirm under his touch.
when itâs lovemaking he treats you like a princess.
he will worship your body and shower you with praiseâalways makes sure your pleasure comes first.
but when heâs submissive he will do anything you want him to, no questions asked.
synopsis : a female fox demon is assigned to kill the prince and disguises herself as the long lost daughter of the minister physician to get close to him. as she carries out her mission, many fall for her charm, including the kingdomâs only knight, Choi Seungcheol. he grows suspicious of her, but his love slowly silences his doubts. when the truth begins to surface, one question remains. will her real identity be revealed, and can Seungcheol survive knowing the woman he loves is the one who will kill the prince he loves like a brother?
starring : cheol seungcheol
pairing : general!scoups x demonfox!femreader
genre : joseonera!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, romance, thriller, angst, MINORS DNI
featuring : scoups and his fellow members of seventeen
Ever since your encounter with Mingyu, everything had started to feel strange, suspicious.
âThereâs no way the prince is a demon, and Mingyu.. he is... no, no, it's impossible. I need to investigate.â
The moment you opened your door, you heard multiple footsteps approaching.
âB-brother?â you whispered under your breath when you saw him entering the palace grounds with Dokyeom and several guards.
Slowly, you approached them from behind. With a flick of your power, you cast a ghost bind on each of them, freezing their bodies in place for a moment.
Just as you reached Joshua, he suddenly turned and caught your wrist.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked sharply.
He smiled softly. âShouldnât I be the one asking you that, Kang y/n, the lost daughter of the Minister Physician.â
His words dripped with sarcasm, yet you remained silent, glaring at him with nothing but hatred.
Slowly, Joshua stepped closer.
But you did not move.
The distance between you closed until it felt suffocating, the air turning heavy, almost eerie.
âIâm warning you, stop, stop whatever you are doing right now,â He said, his voice firm.
For a moment, you stared at him, then you laughed, softly at first, then louder.
âYouâre funny. Do you really think I would listen to you, you are no one to me, Hong Jisoo.â
He fell silent.
Something shifted in his eyes, something fragile, almost like hurt.
But you were too proud to care.
Joshua took a step back and turned away.
âLike I said, y/n, stop before itâs too late.â
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, you were back in your room.
For a moment, you stood there, frozen, confusion clouding your thoughts.
Why was he here.
And why did he tell you to stop.
After all these years of doing this, he had never once tried to stop you. So why now.
As your thoughts spiraled, a bird suddenly flew into your room and dropped a letter onto your table.
Without hesitation, you grabbed it and read.
âIt seems you have met your fellow workers, your task now is to find out who the real prince is and who will be able to kill him, a bonus will be given to the one who succeeds.â
Something inside you awakened.
The paper in your hand slowly turned into red smoke.
âYou want to challenge me that much, huh. Letâs see who gets to kill him first.â
Little did you know, one day, you would take those words back.
âY/NâŚâ
âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick?â
âY/N⌠I just found you again after all these years, of course I didnât wantââ
That was the reason he came.
Hong Joshua, temporarily taking your fatherâs position.
Back in the throne hall, you had no choice but to agree. You couldnât do anything else.
Yes, you were hurt when you found out about your fatherâs illness. But what shook you even more was when Dokyeom brought Joshua in and introduced him to the king as one of the finest medics from a neighboring land.
Because you knew the truth.
He was not just a medic.
He was a demon⌠a demon hunter.
So why was he here.
Was he here to stop you.
âY/N?â
No.
You couldnât let that happen.
You needed a solution.
âMy daughter?â
No one could stop you.
Especially not him.
âY/N??â
No⌠no.
You needed to find the prince first.
âMy Y/N?!â
Suddenly, everything snapped back into place.
Your fatherâs hands were holding your face, one on each cheek. His eyes were filled with worry as he searched your expression.
âYes, I know my daughter is hurt, disappointedââ
Who said that, you thought bitterly.
âIâm sorry for hiding this from you. The king needs someone stronger, and I⌠I am getting old. My illness is unpredictable. I had no choice,â he said, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.
Your chest tightened.
âItâs okay, Father⌠just promise me one thing,â you said softly. âPromise me you wonât keep anything from me anymore. I love you.â
You pulled him into a tight embrace.
âI promise,â he whispered, holding you just as tightly. âNo more secrets.â
âAlright, enough with the meow, get in here, I need your help,â you muttered, peeking through the window, expecting to see him on the rooftops. Nothing.
âHeyââ
âWho are you talking to?â
You turned around immediately.
Junhui was already standing right in front of you.
âSince when were you here?â you asked, caught off guard.
âThatâs on you for not noticing,â he shrugged. âIâve gotten stronger, you know. Ever since I started eating the palace food you gave me, my bodyâs improved a lot. Must be because it tastes that good.â
You rolled your eyes, but your expression quickly shifted. You pulled out a pouch filled with coins.
Junhui fell silent.
âI need your help.â
His tone changed. âWhat is it?â
âFind the real prince.â
For a moment, he just stared at you, confused.
âWhat do you meanââ
âThe current prince isnât the original one,â you cut in, your voice low. âAnd in fact⌠heâs one of us.â
Junhui straightened instantly.
âA demon?â
You turned to face him.
âA dragon.â
His eyes widened. âBut⌠as far as I know, thereâs only one dragon bloodline left. And isnât he⌠dead?â
âNo.â You walked toward the window slowly. âKim Mingyu never died.â
Right at that moment, as you looked down into the garden, Mingyu was there.
His eyes met yours.
Still. Unmoving.
Cold.
âHe never died.â
A slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips before he turned away and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.
The moment you found out who the prince was, you knew what you had to do.
Kill him.
You believed it would be quick. Simple. Clean.
That was why you were here, standing by the library window, pretending to read a book while your eyes remained fixed on one person.
Choi Seungcheol.
The moment you discovered this spot, the perfect view of him from afar, you became obsessed. You found yourself returning again and again, drawn to it without understanding why.
There was just something about him.
Something that made you feel⌠alive.
You didnât know when it started, but every time your eyes met his, your lips would curl into a smile before you could stop yourself.
You still remembered that night.
The night you sneaked into the kitchen, moving as quietly as possible, driven by nothing but hunger.
And thenâ
You were caught.
The tip of a sword pressed right against your pulse.
Cold. Precise. Deadly.
Seungcheol.
The moment he realized it was you, his grip loosened slightly, but the blade remained where it was, unwavering.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You let out a small chuckle and lifted the bowl in your hands. Inside it was a portion of noodles that should have been thrown away earlier that afternoon, but you had secretly taken it and kept it for a late-night snack.
It was supposed to be in your room.
But someone had almost caught you stealing food earlier, so you had no choice but to hide it under the kitchen counter and run.
And that was how you ended up here.
Seungcheol lowered his sword and turned to leave, but before he could take another step, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down behind the table.
âWhoâs there?â a guardâs voice echoed from the entrance.
Seungcheol was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth, shaking your head slightly, telling him to stay quiet.
For a moment, he let you.
Your hand remained pressed against his lips.
The silence between you stretched, thick and unfamiliar.
When the guard finally left, you froze.
Only then did you realize how close you were.
Too close.
You immediately pushed yourself back, and in that moment, your bowl slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground.
The noodles spilled everywhere.
âNo⌠my food!â you cried out in despair.
You quickly reached down, about to pick it up as if you were still going to eat it, but Seungcheol grabbed your wrist.
âWhat are you doing? Are you insane?â
You pulled your hand away from him, and for a brief second, something in him felt⌠empty.
âYou donât understand,â you snapped, your voice trembling. âDo you know how much this means to me? This food, itâs important. I could die without it, Iââ
Your voice broke as you forced out tears, putting on a desperate act right in front of him.
Seungcheol stared at you.
Then, without realizing it, he was already standing.
ââŚIâll make you a new one.â
And somehow, that night became one of the most unforgettable nights for you.
Even though you ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to finish cooking, you woke up to a bowl of fresh, warm soup placed right in front of you.
Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen.
But your heartâŚ
It felt strangely light.
Warm.
Unfamiliar.
And you didnât even realize it.
Little did you know, he had been watching you from the corner the entire time.
A small smile had formed on his lips, unnoticed even by himself, before he quietly turned and returned to his room.
Back to the present, you continue admiring him from afar. As you sat there, pretending to turn the pages, Wonwoo approached and took a seat across from you.
âHey,â you greeted him softly.
He returned a small smile, but his gaze followed yours, trailing toward Seungcheol.
âYou like him, donât you?â
Your attention snapped back to him. âW-what?â
âChoi Seungcheol isnât someone who gives his trust easily, especially not his heart,â Wonwoo said calmly, still watching Seungcheol.
âWhat are you talking aboutââ As you about to defend your feelings for him. Suddenly, the library doors suddenly burst open.
Seungkwan rushed in, apologizing quickly before pulling you out, urgency clear in his movements, as if something bad had happened.
And just like that, you were gone.
Wonwoo remained seated in silence.
Moments later, a shadow emerged from behind one of the bookshelves.
âNo matter what happens, sheâs not the one for you,â the man said. âThe demon you once saw is already dead. The one standing before you now⌠is nothing more than her soul.â
Wonwoo didnât respond. His gaze remained fixed on the empty seat you had just left.
âIt doesnât matter,â he said quietly. âI love her.â
The man let out a low chuckle.
âSuit yourself, Wonwoo. But let me remind you⌠she is the daughter of the one who killed your parents. The daughter of the Minister Physician, and the reason the war between demons and humans beganââ
âStop.â
Wonwooâs voice cut through the air, sharp and controlled.
The book in front of him slammed shut as he threw it aside, the sound echoing through the empty library.
He couldnât hold it in, a low groan escaping him as Jihoonâs words sank in.
Because it was true.
You were the real daughter of the Minister Physician.
A human.
And the night the prince was kidnappedâŚ
was the very night you were meant to die.
But Jisooâ
The fox demon intervened.
He made a choice no one else would dare to make.
He used his sisterâs soul to save you.
Because that was the only way to keep her sister alive.
That same night, she was dying too, her life slipping away no matter what they tried. Nothing could save her⌠except one forbidden solution.
A transfer.
A demon soul⌠placed into another body.
Yours.
âWhat's the matter, Seungkwan?â you demanded, your voice tight as he gripped your hand and pulled you forward.
He didnât answer.
Before he could even slow down, a voice called out from behind you.
âHi, Y/N.â
You stopped.
Mingyu.
âWhat do you want?â you snapped, turning to face him.
He tilted his head slightly, amused. âWow⌠not even a bow for your prince?â
You didnât hesitate.
Power surged through you, sharp and immediate. A long blade materialized in your hand, its edge pressed straight against Mingyuâs abdomen.
For a second, he only chuckled.
Then, just as quickly, a blade appeared in his hand too, its tip resting against your stomach.
The air shifted.
Tense. Dangerous.
Before either of you could move, Seungkwan suddenly shoved you back, stepping in front of you. In an instant, both your swords vanished.
âNice move, Junhui,â Mingyu said, his gaze sharpening. âBut wouldnât it be more fun if you told her directly?â
Your eyes widened.
SeungkwanâŚ
No.
Junhui.
âDonât touch him,â you said coldly, stepping forward, placing yourself between them.
Mingyuâs lips curled into a slow, mocking smile.
âIf youâre this protective over Junhui,â he murmured, âI wonder how protective youâll be⌠over your prince.â
And thenâ
Chaos.
Figures in black burst into the area, attacking without warning. Steel clashed, shadows moved, the air filled with violence.
Your eyes caught onto one figure in the distance.
Instinctively, you turned back to Mingyuâ
Gone.
Just like that.
Your breath hitched.
Everything clicked into place.
The lies.
The timing.
The presence.
A realization struck you like lightning.
Cold. Clear. Inevitable.
The real princeâŚ
was him.
Choi Seungcheol, and now... you regret for making a vow to kill the prince because you will betray the vow by protecting him.
âY/N, stop!â Junhui called out, still wearing Seungkwanâs face as his disguise.
No matter what happened, he had to stop you.
The palace was already crawling with demons, and Junhui knew, this was all part of Mingyuâs plan. A test.
If you revealed yourself, if you fought back, everything would fall apart.
Because what would it mean if a mere palace girl could wield a blade like it was second nature?
What would it mean if your movements were faster than any human could ever be?
Everything would be exposed.
But that was exactly what you did.
The moment Dokyeom arrived, rushing toward you both, his voice urgent, âY/N, come here! Seungkwan, wait, werenât you justââ
He froze.
His eyes locked onto Junhui.
Realization hit.
Junhui stood still, caught.
âY/N, run!â said Dokyeom as he immediately strike Junhui.
And you did even though you shouldn't because you're a demon yourself.
Without hesitation, you ran, not away⌠but toward him.
Toward Seungcheol.
You didnât know why.
But something about him pulled you in, something deeper than logic, stronger than fear.
And thenâ
A blade.
Everything slowed.
Before it could reach him, you stepped in.
The impact was sharp, unforgiving.
Pain exploded through your body as the strike meant for Seungcheol pierced you instead.
Blood spilled from your lips.
Your vision blurred.
But before the darkness claimed you, you caught a glimpse beneath the demonâs hood.
A smile.
Cold. Familiar. Unforgettable.
And in that fading moment, you made a promise.
You would find that smile again and destroy it for trying to kill him. The one that successfully stole your heart without trying.
FINALLY !! THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ILY GUYS
synopsis : a female fox demon is assigned to kill the prince and disguises herself as the long lost daughter of the minister physician to get close to him. as she carries out her mission, many fall for her charm, including the kingdomâs only knight, Choi Seungcheol. he grows suspicious of her, but his love slowly silences his doubts. when the truth begins to surface, one question remains. will her real identity be revealed, and can Seungcheol survive knowing the woman he loves is the one who will kill the prince he loves like a brother?
starring : cheol seungcheol
pairing : general!scoups x demonfox!femreader
genre : joseonera!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, romance, thriller, angst, MINORS DNI
featuring : scoups and his fellow members of seventeen
Ever since your encounter with Mingyu, everything had started to feel strange, suspicious.
âThereâs no way the prince is a demon, and Mingyu.. he is... no, no, it's impossible. I need to investigate.â
The moment you opened your door, you heard multiple footsteps approaching.
âB-brother?â you whispered under your breath when you saw him entering the palace grounds with Dokyeom and several guards.
Slowly, you approached them from behind. With a flick of your power, you cast a ghost bind on each of them, freezing their bodies in place for a moment.
Just as you reached Joshua, he suddenly turned and caught your wrist.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked sharply.
He smiled softly. âShouldnât I be the one asking you that, Kang y/n, the lost daughter of the Minister Physician.â
His words dripped with sarcasm, yet you remained silent, glaring at him with nothing but hatred.
Slowly, Joshua stepped closer.
But you did not move.
The distance between you closed until it felt suffocating, the air turning heavy, almost eerie.
âIâm warning you, stop, stop whatever you are doing right now,â He said, his voice firm.
For a moment, you stared at him, then you laughed, softly at first, then louder.
âYouâre funny. Do you really think I would listen to you, you are no one to me, Hong Jisoo.â
He fell silent.
Something shifted in his eyes, something fragile, almost like hurt.
But you were too proud to care.
Joshua took a step back and turned away.
âLike I said, y/n, stop before itâs too late.â
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, you were back in your room.
For a moment, you stood there, frozen, confusion clouding your thoughts.
Why was he here.
And why did he tell you to stop.
After all these years of doing this, he had never once tried to stop you. So why now.
As your thoughts spiraled, a bird suddenly flew into your room and dropped a letter onto your table.
Without hesitation, you grabbed it and read.
âIt seems you have met your fellow workers, your task now is to find out who the real prince is and who will be able to kill him, a bonus will be given to the one who succeeds.â
Something inside you awakened.
The paper in your hand slowly turned into red smoke.
âYou want to challenge me that much, huh. Letâs see who gets to kill him first.â
Little did you know, one day, you would take those words back.
âY/NâŚâ
âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick?â
âY/N⌠I just found you again after all these years, of course I didnât wantââ
That was the reason he came.
Hong Joshua, temporarily taking your fatherâs position.
Back in the throne hall, you had no choice but to agree. You couldnât do anything else.
Yes, you were hurt when you found out about your fatherâs illness. But what shook you even more was when Dokyeom brought Joshua in and introduced him to the king as one of the finest medics from a neighboring land.
Because you knew the truth.
He was not just a medic.
He was a demon⌠a demon hunter.
So why was he here.
Was he here to stop you.
âY/N?â
No.
You couldnât let that happen.
You needed a solution.
âMy daughter?â
No one could stop you.
Especially not him.
âY/N??â
No⌠no.
You needed to find the prince first.
âMy Y/N?!â
Suddenly, everything snapped back into place.
Your fatherâs hands were holding your face, one on each cheek. His eyes were filled with worry as he searched your expression.
âYes, I know my daughter is hurt, disappointedââ
Who said that, you thought bitterly.
âIâm sorry for hiding this from you. The king needs someone stronger, and I⌠I am getting old. My illness is unpredictable. I had no choice,â he said, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.
Your chest tightened.
âItâs okay, Father⌠just promise me one thing,â you said softly. âPromise me you wonât keep anything from me anymore. I love you.â
You pulled him into a tight embrace.
âI promise,â he whispered, holding you just as tightly. âNo more secrets.â
âAlright, enough with the meow, get in here, I need your help,â you muttered, peeking through the window, expecting to see him on the rooftops. Nothing.
âHeyââ
âWho are you talking to?â
You turned around immediately.
Junhui was already standing right in front of you.
âSince when were you here?â you asked, caught off guard.
âThatâs on you for not noticing,â he shrugged. âIâve gotten stronger, you know. Ever since I started eating the palace food you gave me, my bodyâs improved a lot. Must be because it tastes that good.â
You rolled your eyes, but your expression quickly shifted. You pulled out a pouch filled with coins.
Junhui fell silent.
âI need your help.â
His tone changed. âWhat is it?â
âFind the real prince.â
For a moment, he just stared at you, confused.
âWhat do you meanââ
âThe current prince isnât the original one,â you cut in, your voice low. âAnd in fact⌠heâs one of us.â
Junhui straightened instantly.
âA demon?â
You turned to face him.
âA dragon.â
His eyes widened. âBut⌠as far as I know, thereâs only one dragon bloodline left. And isnât he⌠dead?â
âNo.â You walked toward the window slowly. âKim Mingyu never died.â
Right at that moment, as you looked down into the garden, Mingyu was there.
His eyes met yours.
Still. Unmoving.
Cold.
âHe never died.â
A slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips before he turned away and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.
The moment you found out who the prince was, you knew what you had to do.
Kill him.
You believed it would be quick. Simple. Clean.
That was why you were here, standing by the library window, pretending to read a book while your eyes remained fixed on one person.
Choi Seungcheol.
The moment you discovered this spot, the perfect view of him from afar, you became obsessed. You found yourself returning again and again, drawn to it without understanding why.
There was just something about him.
Something that made you feel⌠alive.
You didnât know when it started, but every time your eyes met his, your lips would curl into a smile before you could stop yourself.
You still remembered that night.
The night you sneaked into the kitchen, moving as quietly as possible, driven by nothing but hunger.
And thenâ
You were caught.
The tip of a sword pressed right against your pulse.
Cold. Precise. Deadly.
Seungcheol.
The moment he realized it was you, his grip loosened slightly, but the blade remained where it was, unwavering.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You let out a small chuckle and lifted the bowl in your hands. Inside it was a portion of noodles that should have been thrown away earlier that afternoon, but you had secretly taken it and kept it for a late-night snack.
It was supposed to be in your room.
But someone had almost caught you stealing food earlier, so you had no choice but to hide it under the kitchen counter and run.
And that was how you ended up here.
Seungcheol lowered his sword and turned to leave, but before he could take another step, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down behind the table.
âWhoâs there?â a guardâs voice echoed from the entrance.
Seungcheol was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth, shaking your head slightly, telling him to stay quiet.
For a moment, he let you.
Your hand remained pressed against his lips.
The silence between you stretched, thick and unfamiliar.
When the guard finally left, you froze.
Only then did you realize how close you were.
Too close.
You immediately pushed yourself back, and in that moment, your bowl slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground.
The noodles spilled everywhere.
âNo⌠my food!â you cried out in despair.
You quickly reached down, about to pick it up as if you were still going to eat it, but Seungcheol grabbed your wrist.
âWhat are you doing? Are you insane?â
You pulled your hand away from him, and for a brief second, something in him felt⌠empty.
âYou donât understand,â you snapped, your voice trembling. âDo you know how much this means to me? This food, itâs important. I could die without it, Iââ
Your voice broke as you forced out tears, putting on a desperate act right in front of him.
Seungcheol stared at you.
Then, without realizing it, he was already standing.
ââŚIâll make you a new one.â
And somehow, that night became one of the most unforgettable nights for you.
Even though you ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to finish cooking, you woke up to a bowl of fresh, warm soup placed right in front of you.
Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen.
But your heartâŚ
It felt strangely light.
Warm.
Unfamiliar.
And you didnât even realize it.
Little did you know, he had been watching you from the corner the entire time.
A small smile had formed on his lips, unnoticed even by himself, before he quietly turned and returned to his room.
Back to the present, you continue admiring him from afar. As you sat there, pretending to turn the pages, Wonwoo approached and took a seat across from you.
âHey,â you greeted him softly.
He returned a small smile, but his gaze followed yours, trailing toward Seungcheol.
âYou like him, donât you?â
Your attention snapped back to him. âW-what?â
âChoi Seungcheol isnât someone who gives his trust easily, especially not his heart,â Wonwoo said calmly, still watching Seungcheol.
âWhat are you talking aboutââ As you about to defend your feelings for him. Suddenly, the library doors suddenly burst open.
Seungkwan rushed in, apologizing quickly before pulling you out, urgency clear in his movements, as if something bad had happened.
And just like that, you were gone.
Wonwoo remained seated in silence.
Moments later, a shadow emerged from behind one of the bookshelves.
âNo matter what happens, sheâs not the one for you,â the man said. âThe demon you once saw is already dead. The one standing before you now⌠is nothing more than her soul.â
Wonwoo didnât respond. His gaze remained fixed on the empty seat you had just left.
âIt doesnât matter,â he said quietly. âI love her.â
The man let out a low chuckle.
âSuit yourself, Wonwoo. But let me remind you⌠she is the daughter of the one who killed your parents. The daughter of the Minister Physician, and the reason the war between demons and humans beganââ
âStop.â
Wonwooâs voice cut through the air, sharp and controlled.
The book in front of him slammed shut as he threw it aside, the sound echoing through the empty library.
He couldnât hold it in, a low groan escaping him as Jihoonâs words sank in.
Because it was true.
You were the real daughter of the Minister Physician.
A human.
And the night the prince was kidnappedâŚ
was the very night you were meant to die.
But Jisooâ
The fox demon intervened.
He made a choice no one else would dare to make.
He used his sisterâs soul to save you.
Because that was the only way to keep her sister alive.
That same night, she was dying too, her life slipping away no matter what they tried. Nothing could save her⌠except one forbidden solution.
A transfer.
A demon soul⌠placed into another body.
Yours.
âWhat's the matter, Seungkwan?â you demanded, your voice tight as he gripped your hand and pulled you forward.
He didnât answer.
Before he could even slow down, a voice called out from behind you.
âHi, Y/N.â
You stopped.
Mingyu.
âWhat do you want?â you snapped, turning to face him.
He tilted his head slightly, amused. âWow⌠not even a bow for your prince?â
You didnât hesitate.
Power surged through you, sharp and immediate. A long blade materialized in your hand, its edge pressed straight against Mingyuâs abdomen.
For a second, he only chuckled.
Then, just as quickly, a blade appeared in his hand too, its tip resting against your stomach.
The air shifted.
Tense. Dangerous.
Before either of you could move, Seungkwan suddenly shoved you back, stepping in front of you. In an instant, both your swords vanished.
âNice move, Junhui,â Mingyu said, his gaze sharpening. âBut wouldnât it be more fun if you told her directly?â
Your eyes widened.
SeungkwanâŚ
No.
Junhui.
âDonât touch him,â you said coldly, stepping forward, placing yourself between them.
Mingyuâs lips curled into a slow, mocking smile.
âIf youâre this protective over Junhui,â he murmured, âI wonder how protective youâll be⌠over your prince.â
And thenâ
Chaos.
Figures in black burst into the area, attacking without warning. Steel clashed, shadows moved, the air filled with violence.
Your eyes caught onto one figure in the distance.
Instinctively, you turned back to Mingyuâ
Gone.
Just like that.
Your breath hitched.
Everything clicked into place.
The lies.
The timing.
The presence.
A realization struck you like lightning.
Cold. Clear. Inevitable.
The real princeâŚ
was him.
Choi Seungcheol, and now... you regret for making a vow to kill the prince because you will betray the vow by protecting him.
âY/N, stop!â Junhui called out, still wearing Seungkwanâs face as his disguise.
No matter what happened, he had to stop you.
The palace was already crawling with demons, and Junhui knew, this was all part of Mingyuâs plan. A test.
If you revealed yourself, if you fought back, everything would fall apart.
Because what would it mean if a mere palace girl could wield a blade like it was second nature?
What would it mean if your movements were faster than any human could ever be?
Everything would be exposed.
But that was exactly what you did.
The moment Dokyeom arrived, rushing toward you both, his voice urgent, âY/N, come here! Seungkwan, wait, werenât you justââ
He froze.
His eyes locked onto Junhui.
Realization hit.
Junhui stood still, caught.
âY/N, run!â said Dokyeom as he immediately strike Junhui.
And you did even though you shouldn't because you're a demon yourself.
Without hesitation, you ran, not away⌠but toward him.
Toward Seungcheol.
You didnât know why.
But something about him pulled you in, something deeper than logic, stronger than fear.
And thenâ
A blade.
Everything slowed.
Before it could reach him, you stepped in.
The impact was sharp, unforgiving.
Pain exploded through your body as the strike meant for Seungcheol pierced you instead.
Blood spilled from your lips.
Your vision blurred.
But before the darkness claimed you, you caught a glimpse beneath the demonâs hood.
A smile.
Cold. Familiar. Unforgettable.
And in that fading moment, you made a promise.
You would find that smile again and destroy it for trying to kill him. The one that successfully stole your heart without trying.
FINALLY !! THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ILY GUYS
synopsis : a female fox demon is assigned to kill the prince and disguises herself as the long lost daughter of the minister physician to get close to him. as she carries out her mission, many fall for her charm, including the kingdomâs only knight, Choi Seungcheol. he grows suspicious of her, but his love slowly silences his doubts. when the truth begins to surface, one question remains. will her real identity be revealed, and can Seungcheol survive knowing the woman he loves is the one who will kill the prince he loves like a brother?
starring : cheol seungcheol
pairing : general!scoups x demonfox!femreader
genre : joseonera!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, romance, thriller, angst, MINORS DNI
featuring : scoups and his fellow members of seventeen
Ever since your encounter with Mingyu, everything had started to feel strange, suspicious.
âThereâs no way the prince is a demon, and Mingyu.. he is... no, no, it's impossible. I need to investigate.â
The moment you opened your door, you heard multiple footsteps approaching.
âB-brother?â you whispered under your breath when you saw him entering the palace grounds with Dokyeom and several guards.
Slowly, you approached them from behind. With a flick of your power, you cast a ghost bind on each of them, freezing their bodies in place for a moment.
Just as you reached Joshua, he suddenly turned and caught your wrist.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked sharply.
He smiled softly. âShouldnât I be the one asking you that, Kang y/n, the lost daughter of the Minister Physician.â
His words dripped with sarcasm, yet you remained silent, glaring at him with nothing but hatred.
Slowly, Joshua stepped closer.
But you did not move.
The distance between you closed until it felt suffocating, the air turning heavy, almost eerie.
âIâm warning you, stop, stop whatever you are doing right now,â He said, his voice firm.
For a moment, you stared at him, then you laughed, softly at first, then louder.
âYouâre funny. Do you really think I would listen to you, you are no one to me, Hong Jisoo.â
He fell silent.
Something shifted in his eyes, something fragile, almost like hurt.
But you were too proud to care.
Joshua took a step back and turned away.
âLike I said, y/n, stop before itâs too late.â
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, you were back in your room.
For a moment, you stood there, frozen, confusion clouding your thoughts.
Why was he here.
And why did he tell you to stop.
After all these years of doing this, he had never once tried to stop you. So why now.
As your thoughts spiraled, a bird suddenly flew into your room and dropped a letter onto your table.
Without hesitation, you grabbed it and read.
âIt seems you have met your fellow workers, your task now is to find out who the real prince is and who will be able to kill him, a bonus will be given to the one who succeeds.â
Something inside you awakened.
The paper in your hand slowly turned into red smoke.
âYou want to challenge me that much, huh. Letâs see who gets to kill him first.â
Little did you know, one day, you would take those words back.
âY/NâŚâ
âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick?â
âY/N⌠I just found you again after all these years, of course I didnât wantââ
That was the reason he came.
Hong Joshua, temporarily taking your fatherâs position.
Back in the throne hall, you had no choice but to agree. You couldnât do anything else.
Yes, you were hurt when you found out about your fatherâs illness. But what shook you even more was when Dokyeom brought Joshua in and introduced him to the king as one of the finest medics from a neighboring land.
Because you knew the truth.
He was not just a medic.
He was a demon⌠a demon hunter.
So why was he here.
Was he here to stop you.
âY/N?â
No.
You couldnât let that happen.
You needed a solution.
âMy daughter?â
No one could stop you.
Especially not him.
âY/N??â
No⌠no.
You needed to find the prince first.
âMy Y/N?!â
Suddenly, everything snapped back into place.
Your fatherâs hands were holding your face, one on each cheek. His eyes were filled with worry as he searched your expression.
âYes, I know my daughter is hurt, disappointedââ
Who said that, you thought bitterly.
âIâm sorry for hiding this from you. The king needs someone stronger, and I⌠I am getting old. My illness is unpredictable. I had no choice,â he said, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.
Your chest tightened.
âItâs okay, Father⌠just promise me one thing,â you said softly. âPromise me you wonât keep anything from me anymore. I love you.â
You pulled him into a tight embrace.
âI promise,â he whispered, holding you just as tightly. âNo more secrets.â
âAlright, enough with the meow, get in here, I need your help,â you muttered, peeking through the window, expecting to see him on the rooftops. Nothing.
âHeyââ
âWho are you talking to?â
You turned around immediately.
Junhui was already standing right in front of you.
âSince when were you here?â you asked, caught off guard.
âThatâs on you for not noticing,â he shrugged. âIâve gotten stronger, you know. Ever since I started eating the palace food you gave me, my bodyâs improved a lot. Must be because it tastes that good.â
You rolled your eyes, but your expression quickly shifted. You pulled out a pouch filled with coins.
Junhui fell silent.
âI need your help.â
His tone changed. âWhat is it?â
âFind the real prince.â
For a moment, he just stared at you, confused.
âWhat do you meanââ
âThe current prince isnât the original one,â you cut in, your voice low. âAnd in fact⌠heâs one of us.â
Junhui straightened instantly.
âA demon?â
You turned to face him.
âA dragon.â
His eyes widened. âBut⌠as far as I know, thereâs only one dragon bloodline left. And isnât he⌠dead?â
âNo.â You walked toward the window slowly. âKim Mingyu never died.â
Right at that moment, as you looked down into the garden, Mingyu was there.
His eyes met yours.
Still. Unmoving.
Cold.
âHe never died.â
A slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips before he turned away and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.
The moment you found out who the prince was, you knew what you had to do.
Kill him.
You believed it would be quick. Simple. Clean.
That was why you were here, standing by the library window, pretending to read a book while your eyes remained fixed on one person.
Choi Seungcheol.
The moment you discovered this spot, the perfect view of him from afar, you became obsessed. You found yourself returning again and again, drawn to it without understanding why.
There was just something about him.
Something that made you feel⌠alive.
You didnât know when it started, but every time your eyes met his, your lips would curl into a smile before you could stop yourself.
You still remembered that night.
The night you sneaked into the kitchen, moving as quietly as possible, driven by nothing but hunger.
And thenâ
You were caught.
The tip of a sword pressed right against your pulse.
Cold. Precise. Deadly.
Seungcheol.
The moment he realized it was you, his grip loosened slightly, but the blade remained where it was, unwavering.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You let out a small chuckle and lifted the bowl in your hands. Inside it was a portion of noodles that should have been thrown away earlier that afternoon, but you had secretly taken it and kept it for a late-night snack.
It was supposed to be in your room.
But someone had almost caught you stealing food earlier, so you had no choice but to hide it under the kitchen counter and run.
And that was how you ended up here.
Seungcheol lowered his sword and turned to leave, but before he could take another step, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down behind the table.
âWhoâs there?â a guardâs voice echoed from the entrance.
Seungcheol was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth, shaking your head slightly, telling him to stay quiet.
For a moment, he let you.
Your hand remained pressed against his lips.
The silence between you stretched, thick and unfamiliar.
When the guard finally left, you froze.
Only then did you realize how close you were.
Too close.
You immediately pushed yourself back, and in that moment, your bowl slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground.
The noodles spilled everywhere.
âNo⌠my food!â you cried out in despair.
You quickly reached down, about to pick it up as if you were still going to eat it, but Seungcheol grabbed your wrist.
âWhat are you doing? Are you insane?â
You pulled your hand away from him, and for a brief second, something in him felt⌠empty.
âYou donât understand,â you snapped, your voice trembling. âDo you know how much this means to me? This food, itâs important. I could die without it, Iââ
Your voice broke as you forced out tears, putting on a desperate act right in front of him.
Seungcheol stared at you.
Then, without realizing it, he was already standing.
ââŚIâll make you a new one.â
And somehow, that night became one of the most unforgettable nights for you.
Even though you ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to finish cooking, you woke up to a bowl of fresh, warm soup placed right in front of you.
Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen.
But your heartâŚ
It felt strangely light.
Warm.
Unfamiliar.
And you didnât even realize it.
Little did you know, he had been watching you from the corner the entire time.
A small smile had formed on his lips, unnoticed even by himself, before he quietly turned and returned to his room.
Back to the present, you continue admiring him from afar. As you sat there, pretending to turn the pages, Wonwoo approached and took a seat across from you.
âHey,â you greeted him softly.
He returned a small smile, but his gaze followed yours, trailing toward Seungcheol.
âYou like him, donât you?â
Your attention snapped back to him. âW-what?â
âChoi Seungcheol isnât someone who gives his trust easily, especially not his heart,â Wonwoo said calmly, still watching Seungcheol.
âWhat are you talking aboutââ As you about to defend your feelings for him. Suddenly, the library doors suddenly burst open.
Seungkwan rushed in, apologizing quickly before pulling you out, urgency clear in his movements, as if something bad had happened.
And just like that, you were gone.
Wonwoo remained seated in silence.
Moments later, a shadow emerged from behind one of the bookshelves.
âNo matter what happens, sheâs not the one for you,â the man said. âThe demon you once saw is already dead. The one standing before you now⌠is nothing more than her soul.â
Wonwoo didnât respond. His gaze remained fixed on the empty seat you had just left.
âIt doesnât matter,â he said quietly. âI love her.â
The man let out a low chuckle.
âSuit yourself, Wonwoo. But let me remind you⌠she is the daughter of the one who killed your parents. The daughter of the Minister Physician, and the reason the war between demons and humans beganââ
âStop.â
Wonwooâs voice cut through the air, sharp and controlled.
The book in front of him slammed shut as he threw it aside, the sound echoing through the empty library.
He couldnât hold it in, a low groan escaping him as Jihoonâs words sank in.
Because it was true.
You were the real daughter of the Minister Physician.
A human.
And the night the prince was kidnappedâŚ
was the very night you were meant to die.
But Jisooâ
The fox demon intervened.
He made a choice no one else would dare to make.
He used his sisterâs soul to save you.
Because that was the only way to keep her sister alive.
That same night, she was dying too, her life slipping away no matter what they tried. Nothing could save her⌠except one forbidden solution.
A transfer.
A demon soul⌠placed into another body.
Yours.
âWhat's the matter, Seungkwan?â you demanded, your voice tight as he gripped your hand and pulled you forward.
He didnât answer.
Before he could even slow down, a voice called out from behind you.
âHi, Y/N.â
You stopped.
Mingyu.
âWhat do you want?â you snapped, turning to face him.
He tilted his head slightly, amused. âWow⌠not even a bow for your prince?â
You didnât hesitate.
Power surged through you, sharp and immediate. A long blade materialized in your hand, its edge pressed straight against Mingyuâs abdomen.
For a second, he only chuckled.
Then, just as quickly, a blade appeared in his hand too, its tip resting against your stomach.
The air shifted.
Tense. Dangerous.
Before either of you could move, Seungkwan suddenly shoved you back, stepping in front of you. In an instant, both your swords vanished.
âNice move, Junhui,â Mingyu said, his gaze sharpening. âBut wouldnât it be more fun if you told her directly?â
Your eyes widened.
SeungkwanâŚ
No.
Junhui.
âDonât touch him,â you said coldly, stepping forward, placing yourself between them.
Mingyuâs lips curled into a slow, mocking smile.
âIf youâre this protective over Junhui,â he murmured, âI wonder how protective youâll be⌠over your prince.â
And thenâ
Chaos.
Figures in black burst into the area, attacking without warning. Steel clashed, shadows moved, the air filled with violence.
Your eyes caught onto one figure in the distance.
Instinctively, you turned back to Mingyuâ
Gone.
Just like that.
Your breath hitched.
Everything clicked into place.
The lies.
The timing.
The presence.
A realization struck you like lightning.
Cold. Clear. Inevitable.
The real princeâŚ
was him.
Choi Seungcheol, and now... you regret for making a vow to kill the prince because you will betray the vow by protecting him.
âY/N, stop!â Junhui called out, still wearing Seungkwanâs face as his disguise.
No matter what happened, he had to stop you.
The palace was already crawling with demons, and Junhui knew, this was all part of Mingyuâs plan. A test.
If you revealed yourself, if you fought back, everything would fall apart.
Because what would it mean if a mere palace girl could wield a blade like it was second nature?
What would it mean if your movements were faster than any human could ever be?
Everything would be exposed.
But that was exactly what you did.
The moment Dokyeom arrived, rushing toward you both, his voice urgent, âY/N, come here! Seungkwan, wait, werenât you justââ
He froze.
His eyes locked onto Junhui.
Realization hit.
Junhui stood still, caught.
âY/N, run!â said Dokyeom as he immediately strike Junhui.
And you did even though you shouldn't because you're a demon yourself.
Without hesitation, you ran, not away⌠but toward him.
Toward Seungcheol.
You didnât know why.
But something about him pulled you in, something deeper than logic, stronger than fear.
And thenâ
A blade.
Everything slowed.
Before it could reach him, you stepped in.
The impact was sharp, unforgiving.
Pain exploded through your body as the strike meant for Seungcheol pierced you instead.
Blood spilled from your lips.
Your vision blurred.
But before the darkness claimed you, you caught a glimpse beneath the demonâs hood.
A smile.
Cold. Familiar. Unforgettable.
And in that fading moment, you made a promise.
You would find that smile again and destroy it for trying to kill him. The one that successfully stole your heart without trying.
FINALLY !! THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ILY GUYS
synopsis : a female fox demon is assigned to kill the prince and disguises herself as the long lost daughter of the minister physician to get close to him. as she carries out her mission, many fall for her charm, including the kingdomâs only knight, Choi Seungcheol. he grows suspicious of her, but his love slowly silences his doubts. when the truth begins to surface, one question remains. will her real identity be revealed, and can Seungcheol survive knowing the woman he loves is the one who will kill the prince he loves like a brother?
starring : choi seungcheol
pairing : general!scoups x demonfox!femreader
genre : joseonera!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, romance, thriller, angst, MINORS DNI
featuring : scoups and his fellow members of seventeen
Ever since your encounter with Mingyu, everything had started to feel strange, suspicious.
âThereâs no way the prince is a demon, and Mingyu.. he is... no, no, it's impossible. I need to investigate.â
The moment you opened your door, you heard multiple footsteps approaching.
âB-brother?â you whispered under your breath when you saw him entering the palace grounds with Dokyeom and several guards.
Slowly, you approached them from behind. With a flick of your power, you cast a ghost bind on each of them, freezing their bodies in place for a moment.
Just as you reached Joshua, he suddenly turned and caught your wrist.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked sharply.
He smiled softly. âShouldnât I be the one asking you that, Kang y/n, the lost daughter of the Minister Physician.â
His words dripped with sarcasm, yet you remained silent, glaring at him with nothing but hatred.
Slowly, Joshua stepped closer.
But you did not move.
The distance between you closed until it felt suffocating, the air turning heavy, almost eerie.
âIâm warning you, stop, stop whatever you are doing right now,â He said, his voice firm.
For a moment, you stared at him, then you laughed, softly at first, then louder.
âYouâre funny. Do you really think I would listen to you, you are no one to me, Hong Jisoo.â
He fell silent.
Something shifted in his eyes, something fragile, almost like hurt.
But you were too proud to care.
Joshua took a step back and turned away.
âLike I said, y/n, stop before itâs too late.â
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, you were back in your room.
For a moment, you stood there, frozen, confusion clouding your thoughts.
Why was he here.
And why did he tell you to stop.
After all these years of doing this, he had never once tried to stop you. So why now.
As your thoughts spiraled, a bird suddenly flew into your room and dropped a letter onto your table.
Without hesitation, you grabbed it and read.
âIt seems you have met your fellow workers, your task now is to find out who the real prince is and who will be able to kill him, a bonus will be given to the one who succeeds.â
Something inside you awakened.
The paper in your hand slowly turned into red smoke.
âYou want to challenge me that much, huh. Letâs see who gets to kill him first.â
Little did you know, one day, you would take those words back.
âY/NâŚâ
âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick?â
âY/N⌠I just found you again after all these years, of course I didnât wantââ
That was the reason he came.
Hong Joshua, temporarily taking your fatherâs position.
Back in the throne hall, you had no choice but to agree. You couldnât do anything else.
Yes, you were hurt when you found out about your fatherâs illness. But what shook you even more was when Dokyeom brought Joshua in and introduced him to the king as one of the finest medics from a neighboring land.
Because you knew the truth.
He was not just a medic.
He was a demon⌠a demon hunter.
So why was he here.
Was he here to stop you.
âY/N?â
No.
You couldnât let that happen.
You needed a solution.
âMy daughter?â
No one could stop you.
Especially not him.
âY/N??â
No⌠no.
You needed to find the prince first.
âMy Y/N?!â
Suddenly, everything snapped back into place.
Your fatherâs hands were holding your face, one on each cheek. His eyes were filled with worry as he searched your expression.
âYes, I know my daughter is hurt, disappointedââ
Who said that, you thought bitterly.
âIâm sorry for hiding this from you. The king needs someone stronger, and I⌠I am getting old. My illness is unpredictable. I had no choice,â he said, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.
Your chest tightened.
âItâs okay, Father⌠just promise me one thing,â you said softly. âPromise me you wonât keep anything from me anymore. I love you.â
You pulled him into a tight embrace.
âI promise,â he whispered, holding you just as tightly. âNo more secrets.â
âAlright, enough with the meow, get in here, I need your help,â you muttered, peeking through the window, expecting to see him on the rooftops. Nothing.
âHeyââ
âWho are you talking to?â
You turned around immediately.
Junhui was already standing right in front of you.
âSince when were you here?â you asked, caught off guard.
âThatâs on you for not noticing,â he shrugged. âIâve gotten stronger, you know. Ever since I started eating the palace food you gave me, my bodyâs improved a lot. Must be because it tastes that good.â
You rolled your eyes, but your expression quickly shifted. You pulled out a pouch filled with coins.
Junhui fell silent.
âI need your help.â
His tone changed. âWhat is it?â
âFind the real prince.â
For a moment, he just stared at you, confused.
âWhat do you meanââ
âThe current prince isnât the original one,â you cut in, your voice low. âAnd in fact⌠heâs one of us.â
Junhui straightened instantly.
âA demon?â
You turned to face him.
âA dragon.â
His eyes widened. âBut⌠as far as I know, thereâs only one dragon bloodline left. And isnât he⌠dead?â
âNo.â You walked toward the window slowly. âKim Mingyu never died.â
Right at that moment, as you looked down into the garden, Mingyu was there.
His eyes met yours.
Still. Unmoving.
Cold.
âHe never died.â
A slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips before he turned away and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.
The moment you found out who the prince was, you knew what you had to do.
Kill him.
You believed it would be quick. Simple. Clean.
That was why you were here, standing by the library window, pretending to read a book while your eyes remained fixed on one person.
Choi Seungcheol.
The moment you discovered this spot, the perfect view of him from afar, you became obsessed. You found yourself returning again and again, drawn to it without understanding why.
There was just something about him.
Something that made you feel⌠alive.
You didnât know when it started, but every time your eyes met his, your lips would curl into a smile before you could stop yourself.
You still remembered that night.
The night you sneaked into the kitchen, moving as quietly as possible, driven by nothing but hunger.
And thenâ
You were caught.
The tip of a sword pressed right against your pulse.
Cold. Precise. Deadly.
Seungcheol.
The moment he realized it was you, his grip loosened slightly, but the blade remained where it was, unwavering.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You let out a small chuckle and lifted the bowl in your hands. Inside it was a portion of noodles that should have been thrown away earlier that afternoon, but you had secretly taken it and kept it for a late-night snack.
It was supposed to be in your room.
But someone had almost caught you stealing food earlier, so you had no choice but to hide it under the kitchen counter and run.
And that was how you ended up here.
Seungcheol lowered his sword and turned to leave, but before he could take another step, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down behind the table.
âWhoâs there?â a guardâs voice echoed from the entrance.
Seungcheol was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth, shaking your head slightly, telling him to stay quiet.
For a moment, he let you.
Your hand remained pressed against his lips.
The silence between you stretched, thick and unfamiliar.
When the guard finally left, you froze.
Only then did you realize how close you were.
Too close.
You immediately pushed yourself back, and in that moment, your bowl slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground.
The noodles spilled everywhere.
âNo⌠my food!â you cried out in despair.
You quickly reached down, about to pick it up as if you were still going to eat it, but Seungcheol grabbed your wrist.
âWhat are you doing? Are you insane?â
You pulled your hand away from him, and for a brief second, something in him felt⌠empty.
âYou donât understand,â you snapped, your voice trembling. âDo you know how much this means to me? This food, itâs important. I could die without it, Iââ
Your voice broke as you forced out tears, putting on a desperate act right in front of him.
Seungcheol stared at you.
Then, without realizing it, he was already standing.
ââŚIâll make you a new one.â
And somehow, that night became one of the most unforgettable nights for you.
Even though you ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to finish cooking, you woke up to a bowl of fresh, warm soup placed right in front of you.
Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen.
But your heartâŚ
It felt strangely light.
Warm.
Unfamiliar.
And you didnât even realize it.
Little did you know, he had been watching you from the corner the entire time.
A small smile had formed on his lips, unnoticed even by himself, before he quietly turned and returned to his room.
Back to the present, you continue admiring him from afar. As you sat there, pretending to turn the pages, Wonwoo approached and took a seat across from you.
âHey,â you greeted him softly.
He returned a small smile, but his gaze followed yours, trailing toward Seungcheol.
âYou like him, donât you?â
Your attention snapped back to him. âW-what?â
âChoi Seungcheol isnât someone who gives his trust easily, especially not his heart,â Wonwoo said calmly, still watching Seungcheol.
âWhat are you talking aboutââ As you about to defend your feelings for him. Suddenly, the library doors suddenly burst open.
Seungkwan rushed in, apologizing quickly before pulling you out, urgency clear in his movements, as if something bad had happened.
And just like that, you were gone.
Wonwoo remained seated in silence.
Moments later, a shadow emerged from behind one of the bookshelves.
âNo matter what happens, sheâs not the one for you,â the man said. âThe demon you once saw is already dead. The one standing before you now⌠is nothing more than her soul.â
Wonwoo didnât respond. His gaze remained fixed on the empty seat you had just left.
âIt doesnât matter,â he said quietly. âI love her.â
The man let out a low chuckle.
âSuit yourself, Wonwoo. But let me remind you⌠she is the daughter of the one who killed your parents. The daughter of the Minister Physician, and the reason the war between demons and humans beganââ
âStop.â
Wonwooâs voice cut through the air, sharp and controlled.
The book in front of him slammed shut as he threw it aside, the sound echoing through the empty library.
He couldnât hold it in, a low groan escaping him as Jihoonâs words sank in.
Because it was true.
You were the real daughter of the Minister Physician.
A human.
And the night the prince was kidnappedâŚ
was the very night you were meant to die.
But Jisooâ
The fox demon intervened.
He made a choice no one else would dare to make.
He used his sisterâs soul to save you.
Because that was the only way to keep her sister alive.
That same night, she was dying too, her life slipping away no matter what they tried. Nothing could save her⌠except one forbidden solution.
A transfer.
A demon soul⌠placed into another body.
Yours.
âWhat's the matter, Seungkwan?â you demanded, your voice tight as he gripped your hand and pulled you forward.
He didnât answer.
Before he could even slow down, a voice called out from behind you.
âHi, Y/N.â
You stopped.
Mingyu.
âWhat do you want?â you snapped, turning to face him.
He tilted his head slightly, amused. âWow⌠not even a bow for your prince?â
You didnât hesitate.
Power surged through you, sharp and immediate. A long blade materialized in your hand, its edge pressed straight against Mingyuâs abdomen.
For a second, he only chuckled.
Then, just as quickly, a blade appeared in his hand too, its tip resting against your stomach.
The air shifted.
Tense. Dangerous.
Before either of you could move, Seungkwan suddenly shoved you back, stepping in front of you. In an instant, both your swords vanished.
âNice move, Junhui,â Mingyu said, his gaze sharpening. âBut wouldnât it be more fun if you told her directly?â
Your eyes widened.
SeungkwanâŚ
No.
Junhui.
âDonât touch him,â you said coldly, stepping forward, placing yourself between them.
Mingyuâs lips curled into a slow, mocking smile.
âIf youâre this protective over Junhui,â he murmured, âI wonder how protective youâll be⌠over your prince.â
And thenâ
Chaos.
Figures in black burst into the area, attacking without warning. Steel clashed, shadows moved, the air filled with violence.
Your eyes caught onto one figure in the distance.
Instinctively, you turned back to Mingyuâ
Gone.
Just like that.
Your breath hitched.
Everything clicked into place.
The lies.
The timing.
The presence.
A realization struck you like lightning.
Cold. Clear. Inevitable.
The real princeâŚ
was him.
Choi Seungcheol, and now... you regret for making a vow to kill the prince because you will betray the vow by protecting him.
âY/N, stop!â Junhui called out, still wearing Seungkwanâs face as his disguise.
No matter what happened, he had to stop you.
The palace was already crawling with demons, and Junhui knew, this was all part of Mingyuâs plan. A test.
If you revealed yourself, if you fought back, everything would fall apart.
Because what would it mean if a mere palace girl could wield a blade like it was second nature?
What would it mean if your movements were faster than any human could ever be?
Everything would be exposed.
But that was exactly what you did.
The moment Dokyeom arrived, rushing toward you both, his voice urgent, âY/N, come here! Seungkwan, wait, werenât you justââ
He froze.
His eyes locked onto Junhui.
Realization hit.
Junhui stood still, caught.
âY/N, run!â said Dokyeom as he immediately strike Junhui.
And you did even though you shouldn't because you're a demon yourself.
Without hesitation, you ran, not away⌠but toward him.
Toward Seungcheol.
You didnât know why.
But something about him pulled you in, something deeper than logic, stronger than fear.
And thenâ
A blade.
Everything slowed.
Before it could reach him, you stepped in.
The impact was sharp, unforgiving.
Pain exploded through your body as the strike meant for Seungcheol pierced you instead.
Blood spilled from your lips.
Your vision blurred.
But before the darkness claimed you, you caught a glimpse beneath the demonâs hood.
A smile.
Cold. Familiar. Unforgettable.
And in that fading moment, you made a promise.
You would find that smile again and destroy it for trying to kill him. The one that successfully stole your heart without trying.
FINALLY !! THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ILY GUYS
writing is so easy. you just open your doc. dissociate. write one sentence. have a mental breakdown. close the doc. wash rinse repeat this over a week and eventually you'll get somewhere!!
so sorry for leaving u guys hanging, my little fox will be updated as soon as possible, i was too distracted with works and games lol :>> i promise it will be done within this week thank u for being patient and supportive ! a big thanks to this one anonymous tht gives me spirit to continue writing :3
NOTES! i might change something to makes it more interesting:>>
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