1. In Your Fantasy 🔥- ot8 obsessed with y/n; free use; twist on the daddy kink; dom/sub; fingering; eating out; dp; overstimulation; aftercare; BDSM (gagging, binds, blindfold, toys); breath play; cock and ball torture, public play, brat taming; dubcon; voyeurism; depression; cock warming; aftercare
2. Petals ☁️- y/n is dating all of the members; cute dates with each of them; kissing
Hongjoong
1. Rush 🔥💛- bottom hj/top male reader; alcohol and drug use; drug use; degradation; size shaming; dom/sub; restraining; public sex
2. Only One Seat 🔥- boss x employee; self-pleasure; sex; accidental stimulation
Seonghwa
1. Fairytale 🔥- princess y/n x swordsman seonghwa; class disparity; sword fight; sex
Yunho
1. Healing 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; yunho is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
3. Writers & Readers 🔥☁️- fluffy relationship; softie sex; hand holding and kissing
4. Voices ☁️- miscommunication trope; fluffy; first kiss
5. Don’t Say Goodbye ☁️☔️- last night before yunho’s military service; sad; fluffy
6. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
7. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
8. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
Yeosang
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
San
1. I’ll Call 🔥- enemies to lovers; coercion; slight dub-con; sex
2. Business Casual 🔥- boss x employee; y/n almost sa by random man at conference; violence; sex
3. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
4. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
5. Creep Part 1 🔥 😈- demon san x religious female reader, corruption kink, oral sex, fingering, sex, overstimulation, blood, knife play, sadist, masochist, dacryphilia (if you look closely, bondage, dubcon (kinda), murder…kinda
6. Creep Part 2 🔥😈- demon san x religious female reader, dubcon, blowjob, orgasm denial, fingering, dom/sub vibes
7. One More Night 🔥- ex needy san x tipsy reader; sex; cockwarming; breeding kink
Mingi
1. Party’s Not Over 🔥- size kink; tiny reader x big mingi; one night stand; sex; fingering
2. He’s a Father ☔️- mingi loses his wife to cancer and struggles with his grief while caring for their child
3. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
4. All of Me ☁️💛- mingi x ftm reader; engaged; looking at photos of pre-transitioned self
5. Focus on Me 🔥- needy mingi eating out reader
6. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
7. Pinky Promise 🔥☁️- mingi x assistant; fluffy; clumsy gentle giant; blood from an accidental injury; sex; oral sex; dom/sub; sub-space
Wooyoung
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
2. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
3. Woojin🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Jongho
1. Deluded Part 1 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; rough sex; degradation
2. Deluded Part 2 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; humiliation; rough sex
Seventeen
Mingyu
1. Neighborly 🔥- enemies to lovers; douchy gym bro mingyu / sexually frustrated neighbor y/n; eats her out
Vernon
1. Lucky 🔥- slightly insecure & chubby female reader; some shitty men body shame and degrade her; fingering; squirting; body worship
Stray Kids
Chan
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Fly High ☔️- chan takes care of a child after his spouse passes away
4. All In ☁️☔️- y/n believed chan is leaving her; miscommunication trope
5. Leave the Light Off 🔥- makeup sex; reader is jealous of chan’s bubble messages to fans being flirty
6. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
7. What Happens in Vegas Part 1 🔥- sex; degrading language; eating out
8. What Happens in Vegas Part 2 🔥- bratty reader; punished; orgasm denial; sex; tied up; pinned by stranger
9. What Happens in Vegas Part 3 🔥- overstimulation; praise kink; degradation; multiple penetration; toy usage
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
13. What Happens in Vegas Part 7 🔥- sub chan x dom reader; sex; possessive chan
14. What Happens in Vegas Part 8 🔥- dom chan x sub reader; praise kink; soft sex
15. What Happens in Vegas Part 9 🔥- needy reader; fisting and fingering in a car
16. What Happens in Vegas Part 10 ☁️- reader freaks out thinking chan is going to propose
17. What Happens in Vegas Part 11 🔥- chan helps reader with panic attack; praise kink; making love
Lee Know
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
8. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
9. Show Me More 🔥☁️☔️- y/n is body shamed; bikini forcibly removed; protective lee know; sex; brother’s friend
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
Changbin
1. Ex 🔥- ex changbin & reader; trapped in a basement; hate sex; enemies to lovers
Hyunjin
1. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
2. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
3. Woojin 🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Han
1. He’s a Father ☔️- han helps his child deal with ocd & bullying
2. Vampire 🔥🧛🏻- enemies to lovers; vampire han / vampire hunter y/n; hate sex
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and hanteach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Safe Space 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; han is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
8. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
9. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
Felix
1. Lilies Part 1 ☁️- y/n spouse death (not felix); grief; hints of former abuse; felix is soft
2. Lilies Part 2 🔥☁️- felix and y/n date; pregnancy; hintd of former abuse; lactation; sex
3. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
4. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
Seungmin
1. As We Are ☁️- fluffy seungmin & family celebrating song release
2. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 3 🔥- seungmin goes down on his gf and fucks her using his new skills; admits he cheated
5. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
6. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
7. Heart on My Hand ☁️- soulmate AU; fluff
8. Miss You 🔥☁️- needy, quirky reader x sub seungmin; sex
I.N.
1. Stalker ❌- y/n is obsessed with jeongin and believes him to be her soulmate; y/n stalker
2. His Toy Pt 1 🔥- owned by i.n.; free use; tied up; breeding; wax play; dom/sub
TXT
Soobin
1. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
Taehyun
1. Do It Like That 🔥- dom taehyun/sub reader; spanking as punishment; grinding
this was initially a whole story that i got 42k words into and abandoned lol
word count: 4968
As the only water fairy-human hybrid in existence, your human mind could sense things no full fairy ever could...including the location of the hidden lake where the First Waters still flowed. Legends claimed its magic had the power to transform any hybrid into a full fairy.
In the wrong hands, it would become a weapon. The Fairy King intended to use its power to create an endless workforce, stripping fairy-human hybrids of the lives they'd built and forcing them into servitude.
As long as you remained a hybrid, your human instincts could be used to lead him to the lake.
You knew of only one way to ensure that never happened. Become a full fairy yourself. Once your human mind disappeared, so would the only path to the lake. The secret would die with the version of you that existed as part-human.
All you had to do was get through the transformation.
Seungmin carefully uncorked the small glass vial before placing it in your trembling hands. Inside, the potion shimmered like liquid sunlight, threads of iridescent blue and silver swirling together as though it were alive. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
Once you drank it, there would be no turning back.
"First," Seungmin explained gently, watching your expression for any signs of hesitation. He was worried you'd regret your decision to leave behind your humanity. "...your ears will come in. That should happen almost immediately. I've heard it's just uncomfortable rather than painful. After that, your eyes will become brighter, and your skin will grow much more sensitive. It will feel as though you've suddenly developed a thousand new nerve endings. Fairy cells are smaller than human ones, so we're far more attuned to the world around us...and to our element."
You stared down at the shimmering liquid, your fingers tightening around the vial. The last thing you would ever do as a human is taste the glistening drink. You drew in a slow, unsteady breath before lifting the potion to your lips. You closed your eyes and without allowing yourself a second to hesitate, you tipped the vial back and swallowed every last drop.
The potion tasted impossibly sweet, like spring water infused with honey and wildflowers. Warmth spread down your throat and settled deep within your chest, as though magic itself had taken root inside you.
"And then the wings?" you asked quietly, urging him to continue if only to distract yourself from over analyzing every little spark inside you.
He took the empty vial as you tried not to think about the screams you'd heard echo through the castle when the other hybrids had transformed. He gave a solemn nod. "Then the wings."
"Is that...everything?" you asked.
Your legs carried you to the nearest chair before you could stop them. You sank into it, your knee bouncing with nervous energy. Without a word, Seungmin knelt in front of you and rested a reassuring hand on your leg, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth in soothing strokes.
"At some point," he continued, "the soulmate bond will click into place. When it does, you'll be able to hear my thoughts just as I've been able to hear yours."
So much had happened that you'd completely forgotten about the bond. You'd been so consumed by the idea of becoming a fairy that the thought of becoming his soulmate had somehow slipped your mind.
A small, amused smile tugged at Seungmin's lips. Beneath it, you caught something more fragile...hope, maybe.
"See?" he asked softly. "Being my soulmate isn't so bad, is it?"
You let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "When the alternative is the death of thousands of hybrids?" you replied. "No, Seungmin. Being your soulmate isn't so bad."
The words came out sharper than you'd intended, and regret flickered across your face. Your anger wasn't really directed at him anymore...not entirely.
It was directed at everything.
At the Fairy King.
At fate.
At the impossible choice that had forced you to give up your humanity.
And yet, every time you looked at Seungmin, you couldn't help but remember the boy you'd first met in the woods. The one who'd followed you home and stolen you away from your family and unknowingly delivered you straight into his father's plans.
You knew he'd changed, and you knew he'd never forgive himself for what he'd done, but forgiveness wasn't something that happened all at once. It was something you had to choose over and over again.
Before either of you could speak again, a sharp tugging sensation rippled through your ears. You flinched, gripping the edges of your chair as pressure stretched beneath your skin. It wasn't painful...not really...but it felt as though your body was hurriedly reshaping itself from the inside out.
Seungmin kept his hand on your leg, grounding you as he gently tucked your hair behind your ears to get a better look.
"You're okay," he murmured, his voice gentle as he examined them. "They're done already."
You blinked in surprise and reached up to touch them yourself, fingers trailing over the pointy tips. He was right. The discomfort had lasted only a few seconds, fading almost as quickly as it had begun. In the end, it had hurt little more than a sharp pinch.
You drew in a shaky breath in anticipation of what was next. It wasn't long before a violent wave of prickling heat swept across your entire body.
Your eyes squeezed shut as your nails raked desperately over your arms, your neck, your legs, itching anywhere you could reach. It felt as though your skin had been left beneath a scorching sun for days before someone had poured boiling water over every inch of it. Every nerve ending screamed at once.
The instant the thought crossed your mind, Seungmin pulled away.
You stayed curled in on yourself, forcing slow, steady breaths through the lingering ache until the hypersensitivity finally dulled enough for you to open your eyes.
Your gaze immediately found Seungmin again.
At some point, he'd removed the glamour hiding his true appearance, and through your newly awakened fairy eyes, you could finally see him as he truly was.
His skin wasn't glossy or shimmering. Instead, it held a soft, dewy glow that made him look almost unreal, as if he'd been sculpted from light itself.
He was beautiful.
Almost without realizing it, you lifted a tentative hand toward him, your fingertips aching to know what his luminous skin would feel like beneath your touch.
Just as your fingertips were about to brush against him, something else caught your attention. You looked down at your own arm, your breath catching as you realized your pale skin had transformed into a soft blush pink. When you slowly turned your hand over, the light danced across it in delicate iridescent shimmers that hadn't existed moments before.
Beautiful.
"What?" you murmured as you lifted your gaze to Seungmin.
The moment your eyes met his, your heart stilled.
You blinked several times, convinced your newly transformed vision was playing tricks on you, but the sight never faded. A faint golden halo surrounded him, as though the universe itself had decided you might somehow overlook your soulmate if it didn't intervene.
"This one," it seemed to call out. "He's right here. He's yours."
I think she can feel it, Seungmin thought.
The voice echoed clearly in your mind despite his lips never moving.
It should have startled you, but somehow it didn't. Instead, you smiled and reached out, gently resting your hand over his where it lay on your knee.
The moment your skin met his, the halo surrounding him faded away. You no longer needed the universe to point him out. Your heart could be your compass now.
Hi, you thought, smiling up at him.
A shy grin spread across Seungmin's face. Hi.
Your fingers instinctively slipped between his, and you found yourself staring at your joined hands. They fit together so naturally, as though they'd always been meant to. You wondered how you'd never noticed before.
"How are you feeling?" Seungmin asked, studying your face for any sign of discomfort.
"I'm good."
With your free hand, you reached up to cup his cheek. His features were elegantly sculpted, all sharp lines softened by impossibly smooth skin. The moment your thumb brushed across his cheekbone, he leaned into your touch with a quiet sigh, melting beneath your gentle caress.
A fond smile tugged at your lips.
"Let's move to the floor, okay?" he instructed softly. "I don't want you to fall when..."
Before he could finish, a blinding pain erupted across your back.
You doubled over with a cry as it felt like something was tearing through your skin from the inside out. The agony stole the air from your lungs, and before you could collapse completely, Seungmin caught you in his arms and carefully lowered you to the floor.
Your body writhed helplessly against the hardwood as every muscle in your back burned and stretched beyond what should have been possible.
"It's okay," he promised, kneeling beside you.
I shouldn't have let her do this. His guilt echoed through your mind just as clearly as his voice.
"It'll be over soon," he promised, though the uncertainty buried beneath his calm words made your heart ache almost as much as your body.
She's in so much pain...and it's all my fault.
You blindly searched for him until your hand found his, gripping it with every ounce of strength you had as something beneath your skin pushed outward.
The first wing broke through.
A scream tore from your throat.
"Seungmin..." you sobbed, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. "Please...please make it stop."
Your eyes squeezed shut as your back stretched around the new limb. Every muscle strained and shifted to accommodate something your body had never been meant to carry, and the sensation was so foreign, so unbearably wrong, that it stole every coherent thought from your mind.
Unable to stay upright, you collapsed into his lap, trembling through sobs.
Somewhere beneath the haze of pain, you tried to remind yourself that you knew this was supposed to happen. You'd watched countless hybrids endure the same transformation, and unlike them, you'd made this choice for yourself.
It didn't bring you any sense of peace. Nothing could have prepared you for what it actually felt like.
"You're okay," Seungmin repeated, stroking your hair with a trembling hand. "Just one more."
I wish there were something...anything...I could do to take this away from her.
"Take a deep breath," Seungmin urged, his voice steady despite the panic flooding your shared bond.
You did your best to obey, dragging in a shaky breath that dissolved into a strangled cry as the second wing tore through your back.
Your entire body arched off the floor, every muscle seizing as your spine shifted to support the unfamiliar weight. It felt as though your bones were rearranging themselves, your body desperately trying to make room for limbs that had never existed before.
Tears streamed down your face.
Seungmin gently stroked your hair, his touch impossibly tender against the overwhelming pain. His heart ached as he watched you suffer, knowing there was nothing he could do except stay beside you until it was over.
"I'm so sorry," he croaked, his voice cracking with guilt.
I'm so sorry.
A fresh wave of nausea rolled through you as the torn skin along your back slowly knitted itself back together around the base of your wings. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, a strange, crawling pull that made your stomach lurch. Beneath the surface, you could feel muscles repairing themselves and new ones forming, weaving into your body as it adapted to the weight and movement of wings that had never existed before.
"Slow, deep breaths," Seungmin reminded you gently.
You clung to his voice, forcing yourself to inhale...then exhale. With every breath, the pain eased a little more. The final sensation was oddly gentle compared to everything that had come before, as if an invisible zipper were slowly sealing the last of your wounds. A high-pitched ringing filled your ears before the world abruptly fell silent.
"It's over," Seungmin whispered, his fingers continuing to comb soothingly through your hair.
You stayed curled against him, letting the silence settle around you as the pain slowly ebbed into a dull, lingering ache.
He didn't rush you or ask if you were alright. He already knew.
Every thought that screamed through your mind echoed across the soulmate bond, leaving nothing for you to explain. Instead, he simply continued running his long, graceful fingers through your hair in slow, soothing strokes. The gentle rhythm gave you something to focus on besides the throbbing in your back, grounding you until your breathing finally evened out.
Gradually, the sharp, stabbing pain around the base of your wings faded into a manageable soreness. When you felt confident enough to move, you carefully pushed yourself upright. The unfamiliar weight behind you threw off your balance, and you wobbled for a moment before adjusting to your new center of gravity.
You shuffled closer until you were kneeling directly in front of him, bringing the two of you eye to eye.
"Hey," Seungmin greeted softly, a relieved smile spreading across his face as he looked you over. He could tell the worst of the pain had finally passed.
His fingertips brushed your cheek with impossible tenderness, and the moment they did, your newly formed wings fluttered behind you of their own accord. Heat rushed to your face, and you hid your head in his neck out of embarrassment.
A quiet laugh escaped him. "You're beautiful, (Y/N)." he murmured, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "So unbelievably beautiful. And...I'm so sorry I put you through that."
Your heart skipped. The soulmate bond was unlike anything you'd ever imagined. It hadn't erased your memories or excused what had happened, but somehow it had washed away every trace of resentment you'd held toward him. Whenever you looked into his eyes now, all you could feel was warmth, comfort...love.
"Say my name again," you whispered.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as though he'd been hoping you'd ask. "(Y/N)."
The sound of your name on his tongue sent warmth cascading through your entire body. You found yourself smiling without meaning to, your gaze lingering on his soft pink lips before another thought slipped into your mind.
"Can I see your wings?"
"(Y/N)..." he sighed, and from his tone alone you already knew he was about to refuse.
You pouted, tilting your head ever so slightly. "Please?"
Seungmin let out a quiet sigh before slipping off his jacket.
Without another word, he turned his back to you and allowed his wings to unfurl."
Your breath caught. You hadn't realized fairy clothing had hidden slits sewn into the back, nor had you known their wings could retract at will. You'd always assumed he'd concealed them with the same glamour he'd once used to disguise his face.
Slowly, you rose to your feet, unable to tear your eyes away.
The wings shimmered with an almost holographic brilliance, refracting the light into shifting rainbows that danced across the room. Every delicate vein and intricate pattern seemed impossibly perfect, as though they'd been crafted from stained glass instead of flesh.
"They're beautiful..." you whispered.
Unable to resist, you reached toward them. Before your fingertips could make contact, the wings vanished behind his back.
Seungmin turned around to find you pouting. "Please let me touch them," you pleaded.
A slow smile spread across his face, equal parts amused and flustered. "You have no idea what you're asking."
"What do you mean?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but before a single word left his lips, the soulmate bond betrayed him. His thoughts spilled effortlessly into your mind.
You caught a glimpse of yourself brushing the back of your fingers along one of the delicate veins in his wing. The touch was barely there, but it was enough to make the imagined Seungmin's head fall back as a breathless, helpless moan escaped him. The sensation rippled through his entire body, his wings trembling uncontrollably beneath your hand.
The vision disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and when you looked back at the real Seungmin, his ears had flushed a brilliant shade of pink.
You blinked, still trying to process the vision you'd just witnessed. "So...wings..." you began slowly.
"Yes," Seungmin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heat flooded your cheeks, but your curiosity only grew. Looking into his adoring eyes, you asked once more, "Can I touch them?"
His wings gave another involuntary flutter, betraying him before he could answer. With a bashful smile, he reached forward and gently pulled you into his lap.
"Before we do that," he murmured, his own cheeks tinged pink, "I need to kiss you."
Your heart swelled. You shifted closer until your legs rested comfortably around his waist, your foreheads nearly brushing. "Then kiss me," you permitted.
For a long moment, Seungmin simply looked at you, his expression so full of affection that it made your chest ache. His fingertips traced slowly down your arm before gliding back to rest against your shoulder, each gentle caress sending pleasant shivers dancing beneath your skin.
You let out a quiet sigh, overwhelmed by how natural his touch felt.
It was almost impossible to imagine how he'd endured being so close to you all this time while carrying the soulmate bond alone. You'd only been connected for a matter of minutes, and already every instinct inside you urged you closer, making it feel as though no amount of proximity would ever be enough.
"It wasn't easy," Seungmin admitted, answering the thought you'd never spoken aloud.
His fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind your newly pointed ear before lingering there, gently tracing its shape.
"But I knew you weren't ready," he continued. "If waiting meant we could have this one day..." A soft smile spread across his lips. "I would've waited years."
"Years?" you echoed, your eyes widening in disbelief.
"Years," he confirmed without hesitation. "Because ever since you came into my life, my heart has felt full."
A warmth blossomed in your chest. "I know what you mean," you whispered.
His hand drifted down until his thumb brushed over the ring resting on your finger. He smiled to himself as he absentmindedly turned it from side to side.
"I was afraid you'd hate me for putting this on you before the Gala," he admitted with a quiet laugh.
You'd almost forgotten you were even wearing it. Somehow, it no longer felt like a foreign object. It belonged on your hand as naturally as if it had always been there.
"Why did everyone keep looking at me like I was weird for wearing it?" you asked.
"Because fairies don't marry the way humans do," he explained.
As he spoke, your fingertips wandered across his face, tracing the elegant line of his jaw before gliding over the curve of his cheek. You couldn't seem to stop touching him.
"Fairies are either soulmates..." His gaze softened as it met yours. "...or they're not."
"You told me soulmate bonds were rare," you recalled.
"They are." Seungmin nodded. "Have you noticed that most fairies don't wear rings on this finger?" He gently lifted your hand, his thumb brushing over the gold and emerald stoned band. "It's tradition. Only soul-bonded fairies wear jewelry on their ring finger. Others can fall in love, choose one another, even spend their lives together...but they aren't truly bound."
Your eyes drifted to the ring. "So...even before I transformed..."
"Yes," he answered with a tender smile. "Even before you became a fairy your heart recognized me before your mind did. That's why the ring wouldn't come off."
You stared down at it, suddenly seeing it differently. It hadn't been a prison. It had been a promise. A pretty one at that.
"I'm relieved you thought it was pretty," he teased. "Being magically bound to a ring you hated would've been rather unfortunate."
You laughed softly, and he intertwined his fingers with yours before lifting your hand to his lips. His expression grew serious. "But we're bound forever." He pressed a gentle kiss against the ring, lingering just long enough for warmth to bloom beneath your skin.
You barely felt his lips brush against your skin, yet the kiss sent warmth blooming through your entire body. He'd been right...fairies experienced everything more intensely. Your wings fluttered excitedly behind you, and Seungmin's eyes flickered toward them, an adoring smile tugging at his lips.
"So that's what makes them move," he teased softly.
You laughed, unable to hide your smile. "Can you kiss me now?" you asked impatiently. You needed to know what it would be like.
His expression softened. "I'll kiss you every day for the rest of our lives," he promised. Then he closed the distance between you.
The moment your lips met, the rest of the world seemed to melt away until nothing existed beyond the steady rhythm of your synchronized heartbeats. His hand cradled your jaw with reverent care, his thumb brushing your cheek as though he were afraid you might disappear if he held you too tightly. The kiss was impossibly gentle, yet it swept through you like a tide, pulling you under until every thought, every breath, every feeling belonged to him.
When your lips parted just enough to breathe, a quiet, needy sound escaped him, and something deep inside you answered without hesitation.
For the first time in your life, you felt completely awake.
Your fingers slipped into his hair while your arms wrapped around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. No amount of closeness felt like enough. You wanted to lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace and stay there forever.
"Seungmin..." you breathed as his lips brushed teasingly against yours once more.
His forehead rested against yours as a breathless smile spread across his face. "I would've waited centuries just to hear you say my name like that."
Your heart was still racing when you finally pulled back for air. You blinked in confusion, only then realizing the room around you had changed. The living room was gone, and you were sitting on the edge of Seungmin's bed.
Your eyes widened. "How did we...?"
"We portaled," he answered with a soft smile, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your jaw.
You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. "I didn't even notice."
"I know," he murmured against your skin.
You'd been far too lost in him to care about anything else.
As he drew back, his wings unfurled once more behind him, catching the light in a breathtaking display of iridescent color. They were even more magnificent than before...large, crystalline, and almost holographic as countless tiny diamond-shaped patterns refracted the light into shifting rainbows.
Without thinking, you glanced over your shoulder.
Your own wings were just as beautiful, though their patterns were different. Where his were made of delicate diamonds, yours were adorned with graceful swirling designs that flowed across the translucent membranes like artwork painted in light.
Curiosity got the better of you.
You carefully reached back and brushed one of the circular swirls near the base of your wing with the tip of your finger. A shiver rippled through your entire body. Your breath caught as your wings quivered involuntarily behind you.
Seungmin immediately steadied you, resting both hands on your shoulders as an amused smile spread across his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying...and failing...to suppress a laugh.
"I..." Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized you'd essentially just touched yourself in front of him. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Mmm." Seungmin bit his lip, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Now you understand why I wouldn't let you touch them."
His wings remained extended behind him, almost as if he were deliberately keeping them just out of your reach.
"Can I...?" you asked quietly.
He answered with a gentle kiss before giving a reluctant nod. Slowly, he folded his wings forward until they hovered near his shoulders, offering them to you.
Despite how eager you were, your hand trembled as you reached toward them. You hesitated just before making contact, suddenly terrified of hurting him.
"It's okay," Seungmin reassured you, his voice soft and patient.
Taking a steadying breath, you brushed the back of your fingers against the outer edge of one wing.
The reaction was immediate. A breathless whimper escaped him as his head fell against your chest. His wings quivered beneath your touch, and his hands instinctively settled on your waist, holding on as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
You quickly withdrew your hand, concern replacing your curiosity.
"Was...was that okay?" you asked.
Okay? His incredulous thought drifted across the soulmate bond before he could stop it. A thousand fireworks just exploded through my body, and you're asking if it was okay?
Your laughter rang through the room like the chiming of tiny bells.
Unable to resist, you leaned forward to try again.
Before your fingers could reach him, however, Seungmin let out a shaky laugh and retracted his wings completely.
A frown immediately crossed your face.
"Was it not good?" you asked, your voice laced with worry.
His eyes fluttered open, still dazed as he searched for the words.
"No," he breathed with a helpless smile. "It was...far too good. I don't think I've ever felt anything like what you just made me feel."
"Then why pull them back?" you asked, worry creeping into your voice. "Did I do it wrong?"
Seungmin slowly shook his head, still looking completely dazed.
"I've never felt anything like that before," he admitted with a quiet laugh. "Nothing has ever felt as incredible as what you just did."
A proud smile spread across your face.
He reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before letting his hand linger against your cheek. "But tonight," he said softly, "I just want to hold you."
His gaze searched yours, warm and affectionate. "And If I let you touch my wings again..." A shy smile tugged at his lips. "I'm not sure I'd have the self-control to stop us from going too far."
You tilted your head, unable to hide the playful smile that formed.
"And would that really be such a bad thing?"
An amused laugh escaped him. Before he could answer, an echo of your earlier kiss slipped across the soulmate bond...your breathless sighs, the way you'd whispered his name against his lips. The memory wasn't intentional, but it was enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
You buried your face against his shoulder with an embarrassed groan.
"For tonight," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, "let's just be together."
An image of the two of you naked and cuddling filled his mind. You wondered if laying together meant something different for fairies, but you were suddenly more than happy to forgo touching his wings.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
You nodded.
Seungmin smiled before capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. A gentle snap of his fingers echoed through the room, and the magic dissolved your clothes as effortlessly as a breeze lifting flower petals. When the kiss finally broke, neither of you could stop your eyes from wandering.
You'd once teased Seungmin for looking too slim to be strong. Now, you realized just how wrong you'd been.
His build was lean rather than bulky, every line of muscle defined beneath smooth skin. His shoulders were broader than you'd ever noticed, his frame graceful yet undeniably powerful. Your gaze drifted lower before your courage abandoned you, and you quickly looked back up at his face, your cheeks warming.
So...big, you thought before you could stop yourself.
A grin spread across Seungmin's lips. Thank you, he replied, thoroughly amused. Although...didn't you once tell me, "It's not the size of the wings...it's how someone uses them?"
A mortified groan escaped you. You'd completely forgotten he could hear every passing thought when you were human. Your face burned so brightly that Seungmin laughed and lifted the back of his fingers to brush them lightly across your chest. You whined and met his gaze just as he cupped your cheek.
"Cute," he murmured.
You huffed in embarrassment before looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between you.
With a quiet thought, your wings folded away, disappearing beneath your skin. Seungmin's did the same before the two of you eased back onto the bed together, instinctively curling around one another as though you'd already spent a lifetime learning how you fit.
The room fell silent.
After everything that had happened, neither of you had the energy to speak. Wrapped safely in each other's arms, you simply listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat until your eyelids grew heavy.
Just as sleep began to claim you, his voice broke the silence.
"I love you."
The words weren't a confession. They were simply the truth. A truth your newly bonded heart had already known.
"I love you too," you whispered, nestling closer against his chest as sleep finally found you both.
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Your friends thought you were crazy for your curiosity about vampires, but you couldn't help it. How could you not wonder what made them immortal? How could you not imagine being bitten by one after the stories you'd heard of the pleasure it brought?
The bouncer checked your ID and gave you a red wristband before permitting entry. "Red is for humans, white is for vampires," he informed you as he opened the door.
You wanted to ask if it was red for blood and white for death but decided not to. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally offend a vampire before even making it inside. Instead, you nodded and took your first steps into the club.
The first thing you noticed was the darkness. You could barely see more than a few feet in front of you, forcing you to weave through the packed crowd before finally reaching the bar where the air was at least slightly easier to breathe.
The bartender looked up. "What can I get you?"
"A Bloody Mary," you answered, deciding it felt strangely appropriate for a vampire bar.
You weren't entirely sure he'd heard you over the pounding music, but he nodded without hesitation and immediately began mixing the drink.
When he returned he set down the Bloody Mary along with a shot. "First time here?" he asked, looking surprisingly human despite the white wristband that clung to his skin.
"That obvious?" you laughed as you sucked down some of the drink.
"You seem a little... tense," he observed, his eyes flicking to the white-knuckled grip you had on your bag.
You glanced down in surprise. You hadn't even realized how tightly you'd been clutching it. Embarrassed, you loosened your fingers and flexed your hand, wincing as your aching knuckles protested from being clenched for so long.
"I've never met a vampire before," you confessed. "My hometown is really small and close-minded about non-humans."
"But you're not," he pointed out.
You smiled that he'd noticed your willingness to give vampires a try. "You used to be human once, too. I just can't fathom thinking that you'd be so different that we couldn't just get along."
"We do drink blood, little human," he reminded you as you both turned to watch a man in the corner tilt his head to allow a vampire to drink from him.
You couldn't look away from it...
The man gasped and held the vampire closer, eyes falling back as she sucked from his neck with needy moans. She pulled away after only a few seconds, but the man hadn't had enough. He kissed her gently and exposed his throat again, urging her to take more which she happily did.
"The vamps won't bite you unless you want it," the bartender explained as he took away your empty glass.
"Why would anyone want to be bitten?" you questioned in awe.
He smirked and leaned in, eyes trailing from your chest to your throat in such a way that you couldn't help but feel the tension. "The better question is, why would anyone not want it," he whispered as he inched forward a little more. You impulsively moved towards him, briefly wondering if he would bite you, but just as the thought crossed your mind, he eased back with a cocky lift of his brow.
Your breath hastened and you dizzily thanked him before downing the shot and stepping into the crowd before he could see how embarrassed you were. You had come here primarily to observe vampires and maybe chat with one, but after just one conversation, you were shamefully turned on.
You danced your way into the crowd, eventually melting into it and becoming just another human enjoying the music. It felt mostly like being at a regular club except that couples were sucking each other's necks instead of making out.
One vampire, in particular, eventually caught your attention. His lips brushed against a woman's throat, lingering just above her pulse, but instead of sinking his fangs into her skin the way everyone else was with their human companions, he slowly traced the line of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Every movement was pure sex, and throughout it all, his firm gaze never left yours.
A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he pressed a final kiss beneath the woman's ear and murmured something to her. She glanced back at him with a knowing smile, then turned to meet your eyes. Without a word, she started walking toward you.
You swallowed hard and looked around to see if she could be heading for anyone else, but all the other humans nearby were either wrapped up in their own conversations or tucked into the arms of vampires.
"Yunho would like to see you," she said simply as she passed before disappearing into the crowd.
Your eyes found him again almost instantly, and you realized he was still staring as if he'd never looked away. You hesitated for a second, but your feet began moving before you could fully decide whether it was a good idea to answer a vampire's call or not. You felt compelled to go to him.
When you finally reached him, the first thing you noticed was his height. He towered over you with an effortless sort of dominance, forcing you to tilt your head just to meet his eyes. Up close, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that felt almost unnatural...as though beauty itself had been sharpened into a weapon.
His skin was flawless porcelain, pale enough to make the dim lights of the club seem warm against it, while his lips were stained a rich crimson that looked permanently kissed by fresh blood. Every feature was impossibly precise: a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones, dark eyes that held the quiet promise of violence beneath their calm surface. You were entranced by him.
"I've never seen you here before," he pointed out, as if he had a catalogue of former patrons cycling through his mind.
Before you could answer, his cool fingers slid beneath your hair, sweeping it over one shoulder with effortless familiarity. The touch was gentle, yet it was clearly meant to keep you rooted in place. His gaze drifted slowly along the exposed line of your neck as his fingertips traced your skin, searching with practiced precision for that pulse point he was so familiar with. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth once he found it.
"You've never been bitten," he observed, sounding almost intrigued. "Not once."
"There are no vampires in my hometown," you told him. "I came here to find out what vampires were really like," you admitted, the words stumbling out far less confidently than you'd intended.
It was becoming difficult to think with his hands resting against your skin. His touch was impossibly cold, sending a chill racing down your spine. If not for the crush of bodies and the suffocating warmth of the crowded club, you were certain you would've shivered beneath his fingertips.
"We're just like you," he said dryly, the words dripping with sarcasm as he echoed the slogan the vampire delegate, Hongjoong, had repeated every time he appeared on television.
You caught the flicker of contempt that crossed his face before he could hide it. "You don't believe that," you realized.
A humorless smile ghosted across his lips. "We may have once been human," he said quietly, "but we've evolved into something far greater." As he spoke, his thumb traced a slow path along your neck before gliding beneath your jaw. The gentle pressure coaxed your chin upward before you even realized you'd moved. "It would be an insult to my kind to pretend we're equals with our prey." His gaze lingered on your face, a dark lust in his eyes. Then, after the briefest pause, the corner of his mouth lifted. "Even when our prey is as beautiful as you."
"Prey?" you echoed, swallowing hard as images of foxes chasing rabbits flashed through your mind.
"You sound surprised." Amusement flickered in his crimson eyes. "Surely you knew we drink blood."
"I do." You frowned. "But... aren't you supposed to bite and release now?"
The government's Bite and Release campaign had been impossible to escape. Every commercial, every billboard, every interview insisted the same thing: vampires fed responsibly, took only what they needed, and always let their donors walk away unharmed.
"Mhm," he answered lazily. "That is what we're supposed to do."
Every hair on your body stood on end, and you instinctively tried to pull away for fear of what he might do, but Yunho's grip remained firm. You whimpered as he tilted your head farther to the side, exposing more of your neck despite your futile attempts to resist. His razor-sharp fangs hovered just above your skin, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the bite.
When his lips brushed your neck instead, a startled gasp escaped you as your fingers instinctively clutched the front of his shirt. A relief so overwhelming that it made your knees weak flooded through your body. It felt ridiculous that a simple kiss could bring such comfort after he'd spent the last minute convincing you he was about to sink his fangs into your throat, and yet that was exactly what had happened.
As you finally exhaled and caught your breath, Yunho inhaled deeply, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you flush against him.
"I want to fucking tear you apart," he rasped against your ear, his voice rough enough to send a chill down your spine. "I want to sink my fangs into your throat and drain every last drop from you while you beg someone to save you."
You couldn't speak. Every instinct told you to pull away, but you knew it would only make his grip tighten. He was stronger than you by an impossible margin, and if he truly wanted you dead, there wasn't a single thing you could do to stop him.
"I could throw you over my shoulder right now," he imagined, his voice low against your ear, "and have you back at my place before anyone even realized you were gone." His hold on your waist tightened as he let the thought linger between you. "No one would be able to stop me."
You choked on a breath.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You'd make a beautiful corpse to add to my collection."
You began to hyperventilate, body freezing against him. Yunho was a killer...the top of a fucked up food chain with only two species...vampire and human...predator and prey.
He slowly dragged his tongue along your throat, a low, satisfied sound escaping him as his fangs barely skimmed your skin. "Fear tastes good on you, bunny," he murmured.
"B...bunny?" you stuttered, curious where the name had come from.
"Mhm," he hummed, dragging his tongue along your throat once more before turning you to face the crowded room. His hands settled on your hips as he held you against him. "You're just a little, helpless prey," he murmured. "Like a bunny."
Your frantic gaze swept across the club, desperately searching for anyone who might notice the fear written across your face, but every person around you was lost in their own conversation, dance, or embrace. No one even spared you a second glance.
A breathy sigh escaped Yunho as he pressed closer from behind, one hand flattening against your stomach while he rocked his hips against you as if to simulate fucking you. "See, bunny?" he whispered near your ear. "No one's coming to save you. I can do whatever I want to you."
You began to tremble as your life flashed before your eyes. Your friends had been right all along about vampires. Your town had known better than to let them settle within its borders. You'd never have children, earn that promotion, or see the rest of the world.
You were going to die here. Yunho was going to kill you.
"But the bartender said..." you began, voice shaking so badly you barely recognized it. "He said you wouldn't bite me unless I wanted you to."
"I haven't bitten you yet, bunny. Have I?" he murmured as his hand slid over your chest to the curve of your throat.
A shaky gasp escaped your lips, and you quickly shook your head, tears spilled over despite yourself. Yunho brushed them away with gentle kisses, each one accompanied by a quiet hum of satisfaction.
"You don't have to pretend to be afraid, bunny," he whispered, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. "I can tell you're enjoying being played with."
"I'm not pretending," you insisted, your voice trembling despite the conviction behind your words.
"Mmm." A smug smile tugged at his lips. "Then why are you grinding against me, bunny?"
Your stomach dropped. Only then did you realize you'd been unconsciously matching the slow rhythm he'd set, your body responding on instinct while your mind had been consumed by panic. The moment you forced yourself still, Yunho let out a low chuckle.
"Aww did I embarrass you?" he teased. He released you just long enough for you to stumble forward before curling a hand around your wrist and leading you toward a secluded corner lined with leather booths. As he approached, the surrounding vampires and humans alike scattered as though it were a ritual for him to claim this exact booth for this exact reason.
"Are you tired of dancing?" you asked, lip quivering from the fear that this isolated corner was an even more dangerous place to be than the crowded dance floor.
A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest. "You're quite ignorant of the lack of limitations for vampires, aren't you, bunny?" His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as you blinked back dumbfounded. "Vampires don't get tired," he added.
Before you could process that, his hands settled on your waist as he effortlessly lifted you, guiding one of your legs over his hip until you were perched against him.
You tried to sit taller if for no other reason than to avoid the embarrassment of him realizing you were wet, but he yanked you down and assisted in rolling your hips up and down his clothed length.
"Mmm. See?" A smug smile tugged at his lips as he felt the warmth your body had betrayed you with. "You're not afraid." His thumb traced a slow circle against your hip before his gaze lifted to yours. "Or maybe," he murmured, "fear is exactly what turns you on."
"I'd have to be really fucked up to be turned on right now," you breathed, your cheeks flushing despite yourself.
"And you are, aren't you?" he taunted as a devilish smile spread across his face. "Just a frightened little bunny that wandered straight into my trap."
His eyes never left yours as he reached for the button of his jeans, undoing it with a slow confidence before tugging the waistband lower.
"Someone will see," you warned, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced behind you.
Amusement flickered across Yunho's face. "So you're not opposed to bouncing on my cock," he mused. "You're only opposed to doing it in public?"
Your face burned. Only after the words left his mouth did you realize what you'd actually implied. You hadn't told him no. You'd only told him not here.
"Besides," he continued as he adjusted his clothing and nudged your underwear aside, "vampire bars are very sex-forward."
Before you could think of a response, he guided you down onto his length with agonizing slowness, his gaze fixed on your face as he gradually buried himself inside you. He watched for every twitch of pleasure or pain, every breath held before a whine released.
Your head instinctively fell against his shoulder to muffle a louder moan threatening to escape, but Yunho caught your chin and gently tilted your face back, exposing your throat to him once more.
"I want every little pervy human in this room to watch you fuck me," he murmured. "And when you're finally ready to come..." His lips ghosted over the pulse in your neck where he inhaled deeply as if smelling your blood just beneath the surface. "You're going to beg me to bite you." His thumb lingered beneath your jaw, keeping your gaze where he wanted it. "Understood?"
You were too busy raising and dropping your hips to answer, but one firm grip of your hip had you replying in seconds. "Yes. Yes, I will beg," you conceded shamefully.
"Good, bunny," he murmured as he loosened his grip just enough to let you ride him.
Yunho leaned back against the booth and simply watched you, his crimson eyes never leaving your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips parted while every shaky breath betrayed just how overwhelmed you were. One hand remained wrapped around your waist, steadying you while he permitted you to control the pace, allowing you to decide how quickly or slowly you moved.
You started slow, achingly slow, but quickly built the pace up, listening for his words of approval which became motivation to keep going. He may have been a killer, but he was a killer you wanted to please.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew your attention, and you reluctantly opened your eyes. The same human whose throat he'd licked earlier had wandered over, wearing a hopeful smile as she started to slide into the booth beside him and reach for his bicep.
Before she could touch him, Yunho turned his head and let out a low, warning hiss.
You both froze at the unfamiliar sound, but then the woman let out a startled squeal before scrambling away into the crowd without another glance.
When Yunho turned back to you, the hardness in his expression had softened ever so slightly as his eyes searched your frightened face. For the briefest moment, you wondered if maybe he wasn't as terrifying as you'd convinced yourself he was.
The thought vanished the instant he hooked his fingers beneath the straps of your dress and plucked them down until the fabric pooled around your waist.
Your breath caught. Before, everyone could only assume what was happening inside the booth. Now he'd left you completely exposed.
"Yunho, I need clothes," you protested, instinctively trying to cover yourself.
"No," he replied with an unyielding smirk, catching your wrists before you could hide yourself from him. "I've lived for a hundred and seventy-six years, and you're the most beautiful human I've ever laid eyes on." His gaze lingered on you with shameless admiration. "If I want to watch your tits bounce while fucking me, I think that's a privilege I've earned."
"But..."
"Go on bunny. Hop," he teased as he thrust up and into you, earning a sharp whine.
You caught his shoulders for support and forced your aching legs to keep moving. Your thighs burned with exertion, and your throat had grown raw from the countless moans and breathless cries of his name. Even though he filled you more deeply than anyone ever had before, it wasn't the sensation of his cock drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
It was the anticipation of his bite.
His fingertips had already settled over the place he'd chosen on your neck, lazily tracing your pulse as though committing it to memory. Every gentle caress made your cunt throb around him, made you desperate to be used in the ways you'd heard about.
You tilted your head further, giving him more room and hoping he'd take the hint. Yunho noticed, but merely pressed his thumb deeper into your throat. "Beg."
Yunho's gaze drifted from your helpless face to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest before returning to your eyes, a frustratingly controlled smile playing at the corners of his lips.
In a raspy voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "Bite me."
"Was that a request," he taunted, "or a plea, bunny?" His thumb traced your pulse once more as he spoke. "Because if you remember, I told you to beg."
A quiet whimper escaped your lips. The desperation clawing at your chest embarrassed you almost as much as the realization that you wanted to give in.
His grip tightened just enough to draw you closer until your chest was pressed flush against his. He kissed slowly up the length of your neck, each lingering drag coaxing another shaky moan from your lips before he finally reached your ear.
"Beg, bunny," he urged, his voice barely a whisper; his words cool against your skin. "I know you can."
Your heart twisted painfully in your chest as your fingers slipped into his hair, holding him against the very spot you'd silently offered to him.
"Please, Yunho," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please... bite me."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the music," he teased.
You grunted in frustration, and he spanked you for your defiance. With a yelp, you squeezed him closer until you were nearly swallowing his ear. "Bite me. Please, Yunho."
"I'd love to," he began, as you eagerly tilted your head more for him. "But I'm just not sure you want it badly enough."
You could've cried from how desperate you were. In fact, you did cry. Tears began to steam down your cheeks as you pleaded with him to give you the pleasure you'd earned...the pleasure he'd promised. "Yunho, please. Please you promised to bite me. Please bite me."
"Good bunny," he praised as he kissed your pulse point.
You drew in a sharp breath, instinctively bracing yourself as his lips pressed to you. The instant his fangs pierced your skin, a startled gasp tore from your lips, your fingers tightening around him as the unfamiliar sting stole the air from your lungs.
You could feel your pulse quicken beneath his lips, each heartbeat sending fresh warmth toward the wound as though your body had willingly surrendered itself to him. Soft, satisfied hums vibrated against your skin while he drank, the sound sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
You weren't afraid anymore.
Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and held him as close as you could, silently urging him not to stop...not yet...not ever. If he wanted more, he could have it. In that moment, you would have given him every last drop.
It wasn't anything like the stories you'd read. The bite hurt like hell, yet the growing lightness spreading through your body left you strangely detached from the pain. As your thoughts blurred and you surrendered yourself to him, an intoxicating emptiness settled over your mind, making you crave the moment to last just a little longer.
Yunho began rolling his hips against yours, and you immediately realized that everything had changed. Every movement felt heightened, every brush of his length inside you sent a sharper sensation through your body. A breathless whine escaped your lips as your arms tightened around him, your body instinctively falling into the slow rhythm he set.
The orgasmic peak was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It didn't hit all at once the way it usually did; rather, you were edged into a high that seemed to never end. You spilled onto Yunho and kept spilling over and over again. Your laps were soaked, and still, he continued to suck.
He sucked until you were breathless, until the music faded and the partygoers disappeared one by one. He sucked until you were limp in his arms, your body capable of little more than trembling with each lingering wave that rolled through you. He sucked until the bartender tapped his shoulder, and only then did he finally raise his gaze to find the room behind you completely empty.
Only then did he finally stop drinking.
He pressed a lingering kiss to the twin marks on your neck before trailing gentle kisses along your jaw until they found your lips. He tasted faintly of blood, and somehow he felt warmer than he had before... or perhaps it was you who had grown cold.
You kissed him back for as long as you could, but the little strength you had left quickly abandoned you. Your body gave in, and you slumped against his shoulder, too drained to hold yourself upright.
"I'm tired," you mumbled through a yawn as your arms slipped around his neck, instinctively seeking the comfort of his embrace.
Yunho's entire body went rigid, as though he'd never expected you to cling to him so willingly. The surprise lingered for only a moment before he relaxed, wrapping an arm securely around you as he rose to his feet. Your legs remained wrapped around his waist, and without another thought, you kissed his neck.
"Where are we going?" you murmured, your eyes never opening. You weren't sure you even cared where he was taking you, but the question escaped on impulse.
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I nearly drank you dry because you tasted so good, bunny," he confessed, adjusting you higher against him. "Did you really think I was just going to let my perfect prey walk away?"
"You... you're keeping me?" you asked sleepily, more curious than frightened.
He nuzzled against your bite mark, kissing it gently before answering, "I have no intention of biting and releasing you, bunny. You're mine now."
“Yours?” you echoed, the idea sounding strange on your tongue.
“Mhm,” he hummed with a kiss to your temple as he lulled you to sleep.
“Another one for the collection, boss?” a familiar voice called as they held open the door for Yunho, though you were sure he could’ve gotten it himself.
“Not this one,” he replied quietly, as if not to disturb you from nearing sleep. “This one is going to be my pet,” he informed him before speeding off to take you to your new home.
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Your family vacation had started normal enough. Your dad had spent the day complaining about how hot it was, and your mom had gotten you ice cream to cool off. The chocolate was dripping down your hands, making them all sticky, but you didn't mind. It tasted better than any ice cream you'd ever had, and you thanked her for the treat as she snapped a photo of you with your face covered in your mess.
She laughed and told you about her plans to take you to the beach later, and you nodded along eagerly until the last bite of the cone was gone. "Why don't you go wash up before we leave?" she suggested.
You agreed and hopped out of your chair to run off to the bathroom. You'd just gotten tall enough to reach the faucet yourself, so you ran back and forth between the paper towel dispenser and the sink until no more ice cream was left.
"All clean!" you called as you pushed open the door, only to find a little boy standing outside waiting patiently for his turn. You stopped when you saw him staring, transfixed by his wide golden eyes that glowed like diamonds. He reached for your hand before you could even say hello, and you giggled happily at him because it tickled where he touched.
"Mate," he announced to anyone who could hear, smiling a dimpled smile at the sound of your laugh.
"I don't think I know that word," you confessed, eyeing him curiously. "I'm (Y/N)," you told him. "What's your name?"
"Chan," he answered. "I'm your mate."
"Like a pirate?" you asked, drawing the conclusion from the only place it made sense.
"No. Umm...my momma can explain it better than me. Come here," he urged as he pulled you towards her.
His mom was a kind-looking woman with soft features and a bright smile. She was wearing a pink shirt, and since pink was your favorite color, you liked her right away. When you approached, she crouched down to talk to Chan at his level. "Who do you have with you, honey?"
"My mate," he informed her just as he'd told you. "But umm...she doesn't know what that means."
She looked between the two of you in awe. "Chan, are you sure she's not just a friend?"
"Yes momma," he replied in certainty. "She's my mate."
"How do you know, honey?" she asked.
"Tickles when we touch," he answered as if it were the greatest thing he'd ever noticed.
"It tickles?" she repeated.
You nodded in agreement, not wanting her to think he was lying. "His hand makes my hand feel fuzzy," you explained as Chan nodded along.
"But momma, I don't know how to tell her what a mate is. Can you please help me?" he asked politely.
You both waited for her definition of the word, but your parents came over before she could tell you.
"Sweetheart, we've been looking everywhere for you!" your mom fretted as she pulled you into her arms and away from Chan.
He growled and yanked you back like some weird game of tug-of-war. Your mom looked afraid, but you didn't want your friend to scare her. "Say you're sorry to my mommy," you ordered him with a pout.
Chan took a deep breath and mumbled, "Sorry," with his head hung low.
You were pleased by that and turned back to his mom. "What's a mate?"
Your mom nearly choked at your question, and she tried to grab you away again. Chan nearly bit her, so you calmed him down by squeezing his hand tight. "It's okay. She's my mommy. She's nice," you assured him.
"I think we should have a talk," his mom suggested to yours. The grownups moved just far enough away that you couldn't hear them while Chan got you another ice cream using his allowance. He didn't get one for himself so you offered to share. He seemed happy with that and you took turns giving each other bites.
Every now and then your mom would look over with watery eyes while Chan's mother gently nodded. She held her hand, and you wondered if they were becoming friends too.
"Do you like to play?" Chan asked.
You turned to him with an excited smile, ready to share all of your favorite things. "Yes! I play swings at the park, and my mommy and I draw hopscotch outside."
"There's a park by my house with a tire swing! I can show you if you want," he offered.
"I can't," you told him. "My mommy is taking me to the beach later and then we have to go home tomorrow."
Chan wasn't happy with that answer. He was pouting with puppy dog eyes when he asked, "Where do you live?"
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "It's cold though, and we got here in a plane!"
Chan was even less pleased to know that you lived far away.
"Hi sweetie," your mom said as she approached the table. She knelt down just like Chan's mom did. "Do you like your new friend?" she asked while fighting back tears.
You nodded eagerly, happy that everyone was getting along now. Even Chan seemed okay with sharing your attention as long as he could hold your hand. "Chan is my best friend now! He got me ice cream!"
She sucked back another cry and went to talk to your father. Whatever she said didn't go over well, and he shouted about "interspecies relations" before storming in, and taking you away from Chan. He fought for you, but your dad ignored his claws on his calves and carried you outside.
"Let me go!" you begged, trying to squirm free. He ignored your pleas and buckled you into your seat before slamming the car door shut to take you away. Despite your mom begging him to listen, he roared the truck to life and took off.
You cried for Chan and turned to watch him disappear down the street as your father drove away, your chest aching the more he disappeared. Your mom shouted at your father to turn around, but he didn't listen...not until you passed out from the pain of being away from your mate.
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16 years later
Chan was like a heater behind you. Every night since you'd met him he'd refused to leave your side. When you were kids that meant separate sleeping bags and a chaperone, but now that you were adults he held you tight, refusing to allow even an inch of separation.
The meaning of mates changed over the years too.
At first you were told it meant you were destined to be best friends. When you became teenagers and the hormones hit, they finally told you it meant you were in love. When you both became adults, Chan finally confessed the truth...it meant all of those things and so much more.
"Channie," you sighed as you wrapped his arms closer around you. "Baby it's time to wake up."
"Mmm...5 more minutes," he groaned as he nuzzled against your neck. It tickled a lot when he kissed on that particular spot. He confessed why the same night he told you what being mates really meant. That sensitive place on your neck was meant to be marked when your heat came. It would signal to everyone that you were Chan's and that he was yours.
You'd laughed a little when he told you. The entire town already knew you as Chan's human since his family had to get special permission for you and your parents to live in the wolves' community. Many knew you as his mate even before learning your name. Still, the thought of being claimed by him in that way was enough to turn you on.
"Little mate, whatever you're thinking about..." he hissed through his teeth and kissed your throat. "I'm going to need you to think about something else unless you want the whole house smelling your sweetness."
"Sorry," you mumbled as you turned to face him. "I'm just so curious what it will be like."
"Mmm, you're thinking about your heat again?" he yawned as he kissed your forehead. You'd woken up most days lately curious about the unknown.
"Back in school, some of the girls said I couldn't have a heat because I'm a human," you reminded him, watching his features twist in frustration at your classmates for upsetting you. He'd already known what they had said, of course, since he'd noticed your mood shift no more than 5 seconds after he came to collect you from class.
"It's been studied for centuries, little mate. You'll have a heat because you're fated to be with an Alpha. It doesn't matter if you're human or wolf," he promised, soothing your nerves with his reassuring words.
"Maybe it'll come today," you mused eagerly.
Chan chuckled and stroked your back at the sight of your pout. "You'll show signs before it arrives, little mate, and so far you've done nothing out of the ordinary."
"Are you sure?" you asked with a disappointed sigh.
"Very," he answered confidently. "And when you show even the tiniest hint of your heat approaching I'm throwing I.N. and Changbin out. You deserve to be comfortable during your heat and free to do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" you hummed as you ran your hand down his chest towards his cock. You knew it was hard since you'd felt it earlier, but Chan stopped you from traveling too far south.
"We promised to have breakfast with your parents this morning," he reminded you.
You rolled over with an exaggerated groan. Not only had you forgotten about the meeting, but you also would've rather had breakfast with anyone other than your father. He hated Chan which made you want to protect him and that made Chan jump to protect you...it almost always ended in a fight.
"If you stay on your best behavior, maybe I'll reward you later," he teased as he hopped out of bed to get dressed, his cock pointing straight out.
"And if I'm bad?" you taunted as you bit your lip and crawled towards him, tongue already reaching out to lick up the little dribble of pre-cum on his tip.
He let you have it, and you made a big show of moaning at the taste and looking up at his flushed cheeks. It was a credit to his self-control that he pulled away before you could sink down on his dick. "If you're bad I'll have to punish you," he warned. You smirked as Chan often threatened such things, but had never acted on it.
He didn't even point out your disbelief in him. You both knew each other so well by now that whatever argument he came up with would've ended in a wrestling match with you pinned to the ground as he rocked into you...panting against your neck and licking your mating gland...
"Little mate," he huffed as he shook his head. He couldn't get his pants on since he was still hard...and he was still hard because you were still turned on.
"Is being horny all the time a sign that my heat is coming?" you asked as you tried to think about anything completely sexless.
Unsalted butter...
Tomato soup...
Eggs...
Fertilized...
Bred...
Fuck.
"It's not a sign of your heat," he promised. "It's just a sign that you've found your mate, and your body trusts me to take care of it."
"Well I found you over a decade ago and never felt like this until recently," you reminded him as you plopped onto the bed. You and Chan had been an anomaly in the wolf community...not only because you were a human, but because most mates didn't find each other until their hormones kicked in. You were already in the history books for being the youngest pair to ever find their match.
"It's normal to get like this when it's close, little mate," he muttered as he kissed your shoulder and sat beside you. You leaned into his chest to inhale his scent. It always calmed you down...just like the nickname he started calling you when you were just 13 years old when everyone grew a foot overnight except for you. Even for a human you were exceptionally short at 5'1".
You took a few deep breaths of his familiar scent and felt him zip his trousers shut once you'd calmed down. Your bodies were so intertwined by now that he was calm when you were calm and when you weren't, neither was he.
"I know you're stressed about this breakfast, little mate, but it'll be good for us. It may be your last time to see them before you're marked."
"My dad is going to be awful," you complained, though your feet were moving to the closet to pick out a dress.
"Probably," Chan agreed. "But your mom will be there."
"I guess so. At least that means we'll have cookies tonight," you said, trying to look on the bright side of this whole thing. Your mom always brought a fresh batch with her since baking was her favorite thing to do.
"I hope it's oatmeal," Chan joked as you appeared from the closet with your dress hanging off your shoulders and a look of disgust.
"Now who's on bad behavior?" you joked as you turned away to let him zip your dress up.
"Are you going to fix your hair?" he asked.
You ran your fingers through it and grabbed your purse off the wall. "Come on. Let's get this over with."
Chan laughed and took your hand to follow you down the steps. Changbin and I.N. were so invested in a video game that they didn't even notice you leave. Chan, as always, opened the car door for you, and you climbed in and buckled your seatbelt before he could give you another safety speech.
The diner was only a short drive away, and you arrived just on time despite stalling for as long as you could. "(Y/N)!" your mom called when you walked in. You turned with a genuine smile for her and extended your arms to hug her tight. It wasn't her fault your father was so racist against the wolves.
She turned to Chan to hug him too and admired how tall he'd gotten. "You must've grown 6 inches since Christmas!" she gawked.
"7," he shrugged bashfully. It was cute how he always wanted to impress your mom.
Your father still hadn't said a word and was looking over the menu with intense detail even though you'd eaten here many times. You sighed and sat down beside him before Chan could. He often tried to limit your contact with him to keep the peace.
"Once you two have babies they'll be as big as horses!" your mom joked.
You grinned and held Chan's hand. He'd always been so eager to have a family with you.
"She's not marked yet so they ain't having no fucking babies," your father mumbled, clearly drunk already.
"Dad," you snapped. Chan brushed his thumb across your hand, an obvious reminder to let it go, but you found it hard to put up with your father's obvious distaste for your soulmate.
"Larry, don't go starting with them already," your mother warned. "Chan has done nothing but protect our daughter and love her. There are many worse partners out there than a wolf."
Chan smiled softly at the way she always defended him. You took a deep breath, hoping the argument would be over. Unfortunately, your father wasn't in a mood to be civil.
"Yeah well they don't have to rub it in our face, do they? They walk around blasting their relationship to the world knowing that the only things humans know about wolves is how they fuck," he seethed as he looked at you and Chan then to your hands connected on the table. "I'm sick of pretending like I'm okay with my daughter being a moon whore. I'm going home."
Chan stood to follow him out, likely to smack him for saying such a thing, but your tears kept him in place. You always took priority over everything...even shitty fathers.
"He doesn't mean that, little mate," Chan murmured softly, desperate to calm you down.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I thought he'd be ready this time," she apologized pitifully while watching your father stumble out the door and light up a cigarette. This exact interaction had taken place a dozen times before, and yet, each time hurt just as bad as the last.
"I don't think he'll ever respect us, Mom," you told her. You were sick of being put in a position to choose between going off on your dad or letting him tear apart your mate...or letting your mate tear into his throat. You knew Chan would win that fight.
"Why don't we make plans to do breakfast together next week?" Chan suggested. "Just us 3?"
Your mom smiled and nodded as she hugged him goodbye. You knew she had to get your father home before he pissed off a wolf without as much self-control.
"I love you, sweetheart. You too Chan," she said as she fought back tears. "You keep our girl safe," she added as she waved goodbye. "Oh and there are snickerdoodle cookies under my seat!" she called out.
Chan retrieved them and turned to thank her with a wave. "It's not oatmeal," he said.
You tried to put on a smile, but felt too drained. "Can we go home now?"
Chan nodded and you nearly ran from the restaurant to escape the nosy glances of the patrons who'd overheard everything in nearby booths. It wasn't like wolves were a secret, but your father had been right about one thing...
Humans only knew about their sex lives.
The wolves had tried time and time again to educate humans on more of their cultural norms, but insanely great sex was the only thing that stuck. Therefore, you preferred to be around the wolves instead of the humans. But since your father refused to step foot on pack lands now, you and Chan traveled just beyond the border to meet and accommodate him.
"I'm proud of you," Chan said just as he pulled into the driveway.
"For what?" you asked. The car ride home had been silent as you both replayed the words spoken by your father.
"You kept control of yourself instead of lashing out at him," Chan pointed out. "You didn't stoop to his level."
You supposed he was right about that. "I'm rewarding myself with a cookie for breakfast," you decided as you marched into the house.
Changbin and I.N. looked up right away, welcoming you home in unison. "Good morning, Luna."
"Are those cookies?" Changbin asked, eyeing them hungrily.
"Does that mean you saw your parents this morning?" I.N. realized.
"Yes and yes," you answered them as you popped open the container. "You can each have a couple but save me a few, okay? I earned them," you offered, watching in amusement as they hopped up from their gaming chairs to fight for first dibs.
Chan snagged one out of the tupperware, too, before sealing it shut much to their dismay. They whimpered like hungry puppies as they begged for more.
"You've had enough," Chan warned them in a low growl.
They backed away to return to their game while murmuring apologies. Once seated Chan turned back to wipe a bit of cinnamon off your chin. "I suppose you deserve a reward for your good behavior," he muttered as he leaned in for a kiss.
You kissed him gently, but backed away, suddenly not interested in sex. "Can we just take a nap instead?"
Chan looked at you curiously. This morning you'd been ready to fuck him in every which way, but now that didn't entice you at all. "Are you tired, little mate?"
You nodded and hugged yourself to his warm chest, nuzzling against his heart with a kiss. "I'm sleepy, Channie."
He rubbed your back for a bit and swayed with you in the kitchen until you nearly fell asleep standing up. You felt him sink down to swipe your legs out from under you, and you trusted that he'd catch you.
He cradled you all the way to bed and promised to return quickly. You reached for his hand and begged him to stay, so he did.
He kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed to allow you to snuggle him. Chan felt so cozy, and you found it easy to relax with his hand stroking your back. The door to the house shut and you briefly looked up through your lashes at him for an answer.
He kissed your forehead and answered softly, "I told Changbin and I.N. to leave for a bit."
You blinked slowly as the news caught up to your tired brain, but eventually you grinned lazily at him. "My heat?"
"Mhm," Chan hummed. "It makes you tired so you have the energy to make it better once it comes."
"And then what happens?" you pondered with another yawn as you sunk deeper into his embrace.
"Then, you'll nest which you've sort of been doing your whole life anyway," he teased. "You used to make our tree houses comfortable with a dozen pillows, and even though this was meant to be the Alpha's quarters, it's covered in floral pink curtains and fuzzy blankets."
You hadn't realized how much you'd done to make this your place, too, until he pointed it out. Everything from the scallop trim shelves to the orange zest scented potpourri on the nightstand. The entire place had your name on it.
"And after that?"
Chan smirked as he leaned forward, his words hit against your ear as he answered, "And then you'll have a desire to fuck so strong that only your mate can satiate you. You'll be horny for days, desperate to have my cum fill your sweet pussy...desperate to be bred."
"Chan," you whined as you squirmed from the need growing between your legs.
"And once you're begging for it, I'll give you my knot," he vowed as he took your earlobe between his teeth.
You gasped and clutched his chest, too tired to give in but too awake to put a stop to it. "Will it hurt?" you asked. You'd only been told that a knot was a huge bulb of his seed. The definition you'd been given was much more scientific than the sexy version Chan described.
"No, little mate. It won't hurt," he promised, much to your relief. "In fact," he continued, "it will feel so good that you won't be able to stop cumming. You'll be in pure bliss for hours, wishing it would never stop."
You smiled sleepily at the thought. "Maybe when I wake up, I'll finally be in heat," you imagined as you neared your dream state.
Chan exhaled, wrapping you in his familiar musk and brushing your hair from your face. "Maybe you will," he muttered just before you fell asleep.
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When you woke up, you realized that in your sleep you'd somehow ended up tangled with Chan. Your leg was hooked over his hip and he had one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand held you close to his chest. You inhaled deeply and whimpered as his familiar musky scent filled your lungs.
Chan had always smelled good to you, but this morning he was absolutely delicious. You spotted a sweet dribble of sweat on his neck, and licked it up before you could rationalize what you were doing.
"Channie," you whined as the flavor filled your taste buds, deepening the need for him.
"5 more minutes," he begged, as you tugged on his shirt, fighting to take it off. His hold on you was too strong, though, so you gave up and went back to kissing his neck and running your hands up his chest. Chan was so perfectly built. He was the ideal alpha, and the most suitable mate for any omega...and yet, he'd chosen you.
Love bloomed in your chest as you recalled the first moment you saw him. Chan had known right away that you were meant to be with him, and every day since had been a perfect whirlwind of adoration and gentleness. Chan supported you, and he challenged you. He never made you feel like a human among wolves. You were the future Luna, and he made sure everyone knew that.
"Baby, whatever you're thinking about is making you smell extra sweet this morning," he praised as his eyes fluttered open to your flushed cheeks and lips parted in gasps.
You hadn't even realized that you'd been riding his thigh until he squeezed your waist to try to get you to calm down. You couldn't though. It was like a match had been lit and the firework finally exploded.
You looked helplessly at him, words replaced only by lewd, desperate sounds as you came in your panties.
Chan inhaled deeply, taking in your scent perfuming the air with a satisfied hum that vibrated the entire bed. You trembled from the pleasure still coursing through you and tugged at his shirt again.
"You're in heat," he informed you as he laid you down beneath him while pulling his shirt over his head so you could access more of his dampened skin. Chan was hot already, and you held his sides while kissing his abs one by one before licking straight up his chest.
"You taste good, Channie," you praised as you sucked on his salty shoulder, leaving behind a sizable hickey.
"Your mind is so empty right now isn't it little mate?" he cooed as he discarded your dress and the rest of his clothes. Neither of you was in the mood to be patient. You'd waited long enough.
"Just want you Channie," you pleaded, catching sight of the sun filtering through the window. You realized you'd slept for an entire day, which meant you had ample energy to do with Chan as you pleased.
"How do you want me, little mate?" he rasped as he kissed along your mating gland to your ear, teasing you just to earn pretty gasps. "Do you want me rough? Do you want me to carry you around all week after I show you how hard I can fuck?"
You bit your lip and shook your head.
"No?" he cocked his brow as he kissed across your breasts. "Maybe you want me to tie you up and edge you so that when it hits, it's like a bomb going off in your pussy."
Your heart raced at the thought, but still, you shook your head.
"Maybe you want it doggy style, hmm? Want me to fuck you from behind like the wild animal I am?" he taunted, as he kissed across your thighs and spread them apart.
"Is that what you want baby? To feel like a real wolf?" he asked as he licked a stripe through your core.
"No," you squeaked out, hands twisting in his hair as your hips began to ride his face. His warm tongue was flat and eager to lick up all of your slick.
You almost complained when he replaced his mouth with his fingers, but you'd forgotten how amazing he was at using those. His claws dug into your thighs as two fingers fucked you, curling inside while the thumb flicked your clit.
You arched off the bed screaming for more and less all at once, but Chan never let up.
"I know my little mate so well," he promised as he sucked your clit, riding his tongue over the swollen bud. "Of course my little mate doesn't want it rough. She wants me to make love to her, to show her how happy I am to be fated to be hers," he began when your toes started to curl. "My mate wants to kiss me and look at me when I knot her for the first time," he continued when words abandoned you. "Because my little mate has my whole heart, and she deserves to know what that means," he muttered just as you came on his fingers, body relinquishing to him for the second time tonight.
Chan kissed back up your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his lips lingered. All the while he kept his fingers working you through it, never letting you fully come down. You knew he could tell how high you were, though, when he gazed down with the softest smile.
"You look so beautiful," he praised before kissing you gently. You looped your arms around his neck and savored the way he loved you better than anyone had ever been loved before.
"My mate," he moaned against your lips when your cunt throbbed around his fingers again, already desperate for more. "Little mate," he groaned as he aligned his cock with your cunt.
Your hips rolled up and down his length, and Chan pulled back with his lips parted in a needy whimper to watch. You were desperate to feel him. It was as though this were the very first time.
Chan held your hand and brushed your palm back and forth, inhaling when it moved one direction and exhaling when his thumb moved to yours. You matched his breaths and opened your eyes to meet his loving gaze. He playfully brushed your noses together, smiling when yours wrinkled from the tickle on your skin.
"I love you so much," he vowed, pausing as if to ensure you were ready.
"I love you too, Channie," you promised just as he filled you.
Your jaw dropped as he sank in deeper than you'd ever felt him. Chan kissed your cheeks and temple as if to apologize, but the feeling only made your heat crave more.
With an inhuman strength, you pushed him beneath you and began to ride him. Chan was shocked and fumbled to get his hands back to your hips, as you bounced on his cock. You bit your lip and watched him crumble beneath you with sweat beading on his forehead.
He had a mini orgasm, but you knew it wasn't the end...it wasn't the knot that your heat desired. You rode him until your thighs ached, until every muscle in your body was pleading for a break.
Chan thrust up into you, probing your cervix each time and drawing pained cries from your lips. It hurt...but only because you weren't bred yet. It was a relief when you felt his knot first try to penetrate you.
"Oh fuck," Chan groaned as he threw his head back. The veins popped in his neck, and you found yourself wrapping your hand around his throat to get his attention again.
"Little mate, I need to...fuck I need to mark you," he reminded you in a breathless voice.
You'd nearly forgotten about the mark. You slowed your pace to a steady roll of your hips and allowed Chan to sit up against the headboard. You didn't even notice that it had splintered from how eager you'd been.
"When I mark you, the knot will fit," he promised as he kissed the same spot where he'd sworn to bite you. "You'll be mine."
"I've always been yours," you reminded him as you tilted your head to the side. "It was fated."
Chan smiled against your skin and sank his canines into your throat, seeping his sweet venom into your blood and marking you for all to see.
You squeezed him close, eyes falling back at the euphoria flooding through you. His bite was matched only by his knot which finally squeezed inside, stretching you more than you thought capable.
Chan tried to pull away, but you urged him to stay still as you bounced on him again. You couldn't move much with his knot inside, but it was enough to make him moan against your skin, vibrating you from the inside out.
You cursed but kept going. Chan began rubbing your clit as his other hand palmed your ass. Your heat was dulling, and you knew instinctively that it meant he was close.
You tore him from your neck and planted your lips against his, ignoring the taste of blood on his tongue in favor of his plump pillowy lips. He never let up on your clit, and he spanked you once and then twice, noticing the way you twitched each time.
You pulled back to catch your breath, and while pressing your forehead to his, both exhaling heavily from the effort, you finally came. His eyes locked onto yours and it was like every star in the sky shone inside you...every flower bloomed.
You kissed Chan the moment it hit, desperate to share the warmth with him. He groaned and guided you to lie down as his cock flooded through every crevice within you. You couldn't help but smile.
All you felt was joy.
Chan looked happy too.
He cupped your cheek and got lost in you the same way you got lost in him. You traced the features on his familiar face as if learning them for the first time, and when he kissed your fingers the tingles you'd learned to ignore over the years ignited again.
"Mate," you grinned, eyes sparkling in pride at the alpha before you.
"Little mate," he replied before kissing you again as love flowed through you.
"San! Fuck right there!" you screamed out. The bed was rocking beneath you, the headboard crashing against the wall.
"Fuck (Y/N)," he groaned. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yes, yes!" you shouted.
Outside, someone knocked on the door. You turned to San with wide eyes, and he quietly instructed you to take off your shirt. You listened and tossed it to the ground as he pulled his off too. He crawled beneath the sheets and pressed you beneath him, setting the scene up perfectly.
"I'm going to have to kiss you," he warned. "He won't believe we're having sex if we're not even kissing."
You bit your lip and eyed the door again, watching as the knob began to turn. You quickly pulled San in for a kiss, one hand holding his neck as the other intertwined with his fingers. San (while clothed) began grinding against your core beneath the sheets. It felt too good for what it was, and you moaned just as the door opened.
"Seriously (Y/N)?" Jay complained. At one point in your life, he'd been everything you wanted...until he cheated on you. Now, you were out for revenge...and that started with making him believe you were fucking the captain of the rival soccer team.
"Jay! Get out!" you screeched, trying to sound surprised at being caught.
"You're embarrassing yourself...you know that right? San is a fucking man whore and now everyone knows you're a slut who will give it up to the first guy who looks at you," he spat before slamming the door.
Your lip quivered as you took in his words, but San cupped your cheek and looked down so adoringly you almost mistook his kindness as genuine. "Don't listen to him."
You shook your head and pushed San away as the first tears fell. You didn't want him to see you cry. "He's right," you croaked out. "I was so worried about getting back at him that I didn't think about how I'd look to everyone else."
"What do you mean?" he asked as he redressed himself.
"San, you know you have a reputation for hooking up with lots of women and being a player. I should've known what people would think of me."
San didn't answer for a moment and instead handed you your shirt. Once dressed he pulled you to stand and took your hand. "Come on."
"I can't go out there, San. Everyone is probably talking about me."
"Do you trust me?" he asked softly, eyes pleading with you to believe in him.
You took a deep breath and nodded before letting him guide you out to the party where your ex's friends whispered behind your back while eyeing you like a joke. San's friends slapped him on the back and congratulated him on yet another conquest. You weren't sure which group was worse.
San pulled you to dance with him and you looped your arms around his neck while trying to avoid everyone's stares. You couldn't help but overhear a distasteful comment now and then, but San tilted your gaze back to him. "Eyes and ears on me, okay?"
You nodded and did your best to focus on him.
"We play their team tomorrow," he informed you in a low voice.
"So I guess this will all be over then," you realized. San only agreed to help you to get Jay off his game during the match.
"I wouldn't do that to you. You deserve more than to have everyone believing you're just another hook-up," he explained.
You furrowed your brows and tried to guess what he had in mind. It was impossible though because San didn't seem to be who you had thought he was at all. He was sensitive and thoughtful and not at all the playboy dick everyone perceived him to be.
"Wear my jersey to the game tomorrow," he suggested.
"To distract Jay?" you asked, wondering if it would be necessary with how thrown off he already was since he'd walked in on you two.
"No. To show everyone that you're mine," he breathed. "I've never let someone wear my jersey before. It'll show how serious we are...it will make sure nobody thinks poorly of you for having fucked me..." he smirked before adding, "...or fake fucked me."
Your stomach was a bundle of nerves at the thought of showing off his claim of you. What would people think?
"And then after we win, you can be my date to the victory party," he grinned cockily.
"And how do you know you'll win?" you laughed.
"Because I never lose," he answered cheekily before spotting something over your shoulder. A frown formed on his face, and he tried his best to hide his annoyance, but you noticed it too fast. You turned to see what had caught his attention and found Nikki grinding on Jay, his hand on her waist and his lips on her shoulder.
You turned back to San before you could make it evident how upset you were. Of all the people here he could've danced with, he chose the person he had used to cheat on you.
"He's just trying to repair his ego," San whispered. "He's hurt because he saw us together."
"I just don't get why I was never enough for him," you sobbed, hiding your face in San's chest so nobody could tell you were crying.
"Honestly, (Y/N), I think he felt like he wasn't enough."
You couldn't believe what he was saying. You wiped your face and pulled back to question how he could even justify something so ridiculous.
"He's the captain of a soccer team and has a thousand friends," you argued.
"And he's failing out of school and has no goals in life apart from winning whatever game is next," San reminded you. "He has his father's money to get him by for now, but what happens when he's cut off?"
"Well, I never even had money to begin with. And my friends are so great they fucked him the second they got the chance. Not to mention I'm about as athletic as a wet noodle," you fought. You'd felt so lucky to have Jay that you couldn't believe San only saw the bad in him.
"And yet you're top of the class," he reminded you with a proud smile. "You're fearless in standing up for people, and you have strength in your morals...which is something I admire. And as for your friends...they failed you, (Y/N), not the other way around...and so did Jay."
Your instincts were to fight back about how Jay was better, but San was making you realize that might not have been true. You held back the urge to combat his words and kissed his cheek instead.
San blushed and smiled down at you with adoring sparkles in his eyes. "What was that for?"
You shrugged shyly, unsure how to explain it. "For being the only friend to not fail me."
San understood exactly what you meant. He pulled you in closer and danced to some sappy slow song with you as others began leaving the party. None of the players wanted to stay out too late given that the game tomorrow would be a ruthless one.
"You have to get to bed soon, don't you?" you asked, realizing that only Jay and a few others remained.
"Not before walking you home," he offered.
You agreed.
"I'll be right back," he promised before hurrying up the steps to his room. You waited by the exit for him, nodding politely to other players as they left.
Jay pulled Nikki towards you with a firm grasp of her ass. She giggled and smacked his hand away as she stumbled outside. Jay stopped in the doorway and huffed out a laugh. "It's going to be fucking hilarious when the only thing San scores is my sloppy seconds."
Your cheeks burned and the tears stung again, but San was at your side in seconds with his arm flung over your shoulder protectively. "Sloppy seconds? Is that your new team name since you lost possession of the ball eight times in the last game?"
Jay clenched his jaw and looked so close to punching San that you prepared to pull him away. Instead, he got in his face and threatened him. "Watch your back tomorrow San. On and off the field."
He turned around to Nikki who was waiting by the steps for him. He yanked her in for an aggressive kiss before they staggered down the sidewalk together.
"You okay?" San asked, pulling your attention away from their fading silhouettes and towards his concerned gaze.
"Yeah," you lied, trying to ignore the curious glances from the rest of the partiers. "Can you take me home now?"
"Of course," he answered softly. He held your hand and walked quietly beside you. The night air was chilly, but his presence made you feel warm. Once out of sight of the party you tried to separate from his grasp, but he squeezed you tighter.
"You don't have to pretend anymore. Nobody's around to see," you reminded him.
He shrugged and whispered, "Just in case."
You couldn't ignore the way your heart raced this time. You'd set aside how attractive he was for so long, but it was impossible to pretend you didn't see it now...especially since it was night and he was walking so close while refusing to let go of your hand.
When you made it to your dorm, he finally handed over what he'd gone to retrieve...his practice jersey. The name Choi in the back was enough to make you anxious. Wearing this would mean showing off that you'd chosen San...even if it was all pretend to get back at Jay for cheating.
"Are you sure?" you asked him. San had only agreed to this arrangement to make Jay play badly. You couldn't understand why he'd sacrifice getting laid just to protect your reputation.
"It'll look better on you anyway," he grinned playfully. "I have to get to the field early to warm up, but I'll meet up with you after, okay?"
You forced a smile and nodded. Inside, you were a bundle of anxiety. You weren't sure what the outcome would be with such a dramatic move as wearing someone else's jersey. Then again, you could guess... Jay had always had a bit of a temper.
"Goodnight," San said before kissing your temple and stepping back to let you head inside.
You were dizzy trying to reconcile the campus playboy with the one who had spent the night making you feel better. You'd been told so many things about him and yet none of them appeared to be true. He was sweet, and he seemed like someone you would've tried to date for real under different circumstances.
You closed the door behind you and watched him linger in front of your building before ultimately deciding to head home.
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You got to the game early as you always did when you were with Jay. You liked getting to pick a spot right out front where he could see you cheering him on when things got rough. The biggest difference, though, was that Jay never gave you his jersey. You'd always begged him for it as all the other girlfriends wore their boyfriends', but he had been adamant that the tradition was stupid.
So when you got to the bleachers and saw Nikki in his jersey, it made you sick. His last name was spelled across her shoulders, and Jay was already there to catch the jealousy in your eye. Only, you weren't the jealous one. You may have been hurt that he hadn't let you wear his jersey the way he let Nikki, but you no longer cared about Jay at all. In fact, you were starting to see him for who he was... a lying, egotistical jerk who had thoughtlessly given the next girl something you'd begged for.
Jay's nose flared as he stormed over, glaring at you with an envious spite. He'd cheated on you, and yet he was the one angry you were there with San's name on your back.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he shouted, catching the attention of everyone else on the field.
"San's jersey," you answered, your voice shaking in fear of what he'd do. Jay had never been very good at emotional regulation.
"What did you do, steal it? Wanted a jersey so bad you had to fucking take it out of his laundry?" he snarked.
Before you could answer, San approached to interrupt. "No, she didn't steal it. I gave it to her," he corrected, his tone cool and collected in the face of a scathing Jay.
Jay just laughed maniacally. "You expect me to believe you rolled over and gave your jersey to her because she let you hit it once? Does every girl on campus have one of your jerseys then?"
"It's not really any of your business why I gave it to her. Don't you remember that you cheated on her you pathetic piece of shit? And all you've done since then is insult her for moving on. So why don't you go back to your new girl and leave her the fuck alone."
Pride bloomed in your chest. San had stood up for you in a way you were never able to do for yourself. You didn't feel so awkward in his jersey anymore and instead stood tall. If anyone's name had to be on you, you were glad it was his.
"Maybe I wouldn't have cheated on her if she was a better lay," he bit, going for the low blow since all else had failed.
The words were like a slap in the face. San turned to catch the hurt in your face, and then twisted back to Jay with a clenched fist.
"San, no!" you shouted just as he tackled Jay to the ground. He punched him over and over again. The two brawled on the grass cursing the other out as San defended your honor and Jay fought to destroy it. It took both of their coaches to finally pull them apart. Jay stood with bloody gashes on both cheeks and his jaw, while San bled only from his busted knuckles.
"You two will be pulled out of the game if you keep this up, understood?" San's coach shouted.
He hung his head apologetically and mumbled, "Yes sir," as Jay spat the blood out of his mouth onto San's cleat.
San ground his teeth but didn't fight back. He knew the aggression would be better suited for the game. Jay's coach pulled him over to their bench to bandage him up while San leaned over the fence, trying to make up for the worry in your face.
"He deserved it," he said before taking off to do some practice shots. He ran backwards on his way there and called out with a dimpled smirk as if everything were magically better already, "Knew my jersey would look better on you."
Despite how nervous you'd been to see them fighting, you couldn't help but smile at the compliment. "Better make sure you win! I don't want to be wearing the losing team's jersey," you joked.
San laughed and kicked in a practice shot right to the upper corner. Jay gargled some water and spat it to the ground, still suffering from one of San's blows. Nikki tried to comfort him, but he shrugged her off and stormed away.
He never came back. Eventually, there were just ten minutes left until the game, so you decided to grab a snack from the concession stand. You'd only just walked over when you spotted Jay talking to a guy who clearly wasn't a player. They laughed together and Jay pulled out his phone and appeared to send a message or something to the guy who confirmed he'd gotten it.
It was really strange, but then again, Jay had a million friends. You assumed this was just another one of those people he never bothered to introduce you to and moved along to grab a soda and popcorn before heading back to your seat.
San flashed a winning smile at you when he saw you return to support him. You waved and laughed when he blew a kiss, feeling so happy to have someone so perfect representing you.
The ref blew a whistle to signal the beginning of the game, and all the starters joined him on the field. You recognized the ref right away as the guy Jay had been chatting with and watched them wink at each other.
Your blood ran cold.
Jay had warned San to be careful off and on the field...and you were sure he'd rigged it somehow to make him pay for being with you.
"San!" you shouted, your voice drowned out by the sound of cheers as the game began. Jay immediately slide-tackled San, going for his ankles rather than the ball. San got tripped up and fell but stood back up right away, urging the ref to call a foul.
"It was clean," he lied as Jay took off down the field. He attempted to score but missed, and San brushed off the hit by regaining control of the ball. He dribbled it all the way down the field as three of Jay's teammates went after him. He'd just kicked the ball in when someone shoved San to the ground. Another even kicked him once he was down.
This time San's coach called for a red card to be given, but again the ref declined any issue. You felt sick to your stomach. They weren't going to stop until he'd broken a leg or an ankle.
You were determined to find proof that Jay had rigged the game and began going through social media sites. On Instagram, you scrolled through his friends list but found nobody resembling the man. On TikTok, Jay only followed two people...Logan Paul and the Arsenal team page. On Facebook, you found no correlation between the two, and you began to wonder if you'd just been seeing things.
San scored again and you clapped wildly for him, determined to support him the way he deserved. He smiled your way as his teammates celebrated with him. You let yourself believe for a second that the complete adoration in his eyes was real.
"You can just Venmo me back later," someone behind you said as they sat down with a bunch of snacks, offering half of them to their friend.
It was as if something clicked and you pulled out your phone to check the app for Jay's recent history. It was there that you found proof of what you'd suspected...a payment from @JaytheGOAT to @WhistleBlower69 with a soccer emoji in the payment title. And sure enough, when you clicked the profile, the ref's image came up.
"Coach!" you called out. "Coach!"
He looked around in confusion as to why anyone would distract him during a game, but finally marched over when he saw the concern in your face. "You okay?"
"Coach! I think Jay rigged the game. He paid the ref to..."
San's yell took you both out of the conversation. He was lying on the ground holding his wrist as the game played on around him.
"Bring your phone down here," the coach called out while shouting for the ref to do something before ultimately calling for a timeout.
He ran out on the field to get San and tapped in Jisung to replace him for now.
"Me?" he asked in shock.
"Jisung get your ass out there before I change my mind," Coach warned him.
Jisung sprinted out to the field and joined right in as San settled on the bench holding his wrist to his chest.
Coach called over the medical services on site, and they began looking at San as he turned to you. "Now, what were you trying to show me?"
You explained to him the transaction you'd found, and the coach called yet another timeout. Jay's coach seemed frustrated by the constant intrusions, but then San's coach urged you to follow him across the field. You obeyed and marched right past Jay to his coach who awaited the news of the cheating taking place right under his nose.
"Jay!" his coach called upon seeing the proof.
"Yes sir?" he asked, pretending not to know about what had happened.
"Turn in your jersey. You're off the team."
"But coach..." he tried to argue, but the second he caught a glimpse of your screen he knew he was done for.
"And you'll be the one explaining to your teammates why they're having to forfeit the rival game this year," he spat as he blew his whistle to call everyone over.
"Fucking snitch," Jay cursed, but neither coach was up for dealing with his behavior. His coach called over security to escort him off the field before apologizing to you and San's coach.
They continued talking about a casual makeup game as you made your way back over to the bench where San was sitting with his wrist wrapped.
"Doc says it's just a sprain," he explained. "Care to tell me what happened out there?"
"Turns out Jay cheats at more than just his relationships," you sighed as you held his good hand. "I'm sorry you got hurt. I should've never involved you in my stupid revenge scheme."
"Hey...I was just as happy to fuck with Jay as you were. He deserves it," San reminded you. "But I hope you realize now that you deserve better than that."
"I do," you said quietly before turning to face him. Your heart was pounding and it felt like you'd turned into a pretzel inside but you still managed to tell him, "I think I deserve someone like you."
San's eyes twinkled as you spoke. It was as if he'd never heard anything better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you agreed as you inched closer to him.
Despite his hurt wrist he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours. Usually, you weren't interested in public displays such as this, but San took away your ability to think clearly.
"I'm not the douchy man whore everyone thinks I am," he confessed. "It's a nice reputation to have as a guy leading a group of guys, but it's not me."
"I know," you told him. Even if you'd had no reason to believe that everyone was wrong, seeing how sincere he was made you doubt all the rumors.
"I let a few people stay in my dorm when they were too drunk to get home, and I was too drunk to get them back. I'd never..." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe people would think so lowly of him. "I'd never take advantage of anyone when they were fucked up."
"San," you cooed, brushing his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're different than everyone thinks."
He looked up through his lashes at you, eyes soft but surprised by how easily you'd believed him. "How?"
"I'm pretty sure a man whore would've tried to actually fuck me last night," you joked, recalling his smile as he jumped on the bed to make the springs bounce.
"I didn't want our first time to be during some petty revenge on Jay. I wanted it to be for us."
Your heart fluttered at his words. San was such a softie compared to the hard exterior so many saw. Maybe he just lowered his wall for you, or maybe they just needed him to be the stereotype that they expected him to be.
"I don't care about Jay anymore. He means nothing," you promised.
"And what about me?" he asked, awaiting an answer looking the most nervous you'd ever seen him.
"San...I think you could mean everything," you breathed as you crashed your lips to his.
San kissed you back right away, his hand tangling in your hair as you became more insistent that he keep going. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip, and you moaned while mentally preparing to straddle him. It wasn't until one of his teammates whistled, that you realized you were still in public.
You were breathless when you pulled away and a little embarrassed that you'd gotten so carried away. San, however, couldn't stop smiling.
"You still up to be my date tonight to the victory party?" he asked
"Depends...is it a real date or a fake one?," you began, feeling so happy that you had to hold his hand to stop yourself from floating away.
San laughed and stood to pull you along with him. "It's real baby. This is 100% real," he promised with another kiss.
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You were determined to make your house as unwelcoming as possible. Thermostat turned up to 26°C? Check! Belt thrown in the dryer to clank obnoxiously? Check! Salt used instead of sugar for the study snack, along with expired milk? Check and double-check!
You were just admiring your work and de-fluffing the pillows by jumping on them when the doorbell rang. "Coming!" you called... a lie, as you still had to put out the lukewarm water so he wouldn't bother asking for something better (like a lukewarm soda).
Changbin didn't ring again, and you hoped he'd just gone home, but when you opened the door, he was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed to make his biceps larger, and on his face was a devious smirk. "Good evening, beautiful."
"Follow me," you demanded as you rolled your eyes and slammed your door in his face.
Changbin chuckled at the measly attempt to intrude his entrance and marched right in. He kicked off his shoes and followed you to the kitchen, where you had left the trash lid off, making it smell extremely unpleasant. He was completely unfazed, which made you wonder if he lived in filth all the time.
"Here," you ordered as you rammed the glasses into his hands. "If you're going to follow me around, the least you can do is carry something."
"Water? You shouldn't have," he praised as he took a sip.
You watched him in annoyance and cursed yourself for not adding vinegar or something to the glass to make it taste bad. You shoved past him to sit on the sofa, where you promptly pulled open your laptop. You'd already begun working on the presentation by picking a theme and setting up the title page in an effort to make the evening go by as quickly as possible, but you were sure he had the power to stop time somehow. Therefore, you let him watch you work and speed-read any notes he'd need to get by on the presentation part.
Changbin sat as close as humanly possible to you. Your thighs touched, and he leaned back and put his arm behind you on the couch cushion. If you leaned back at all, he'd basically be cuddling you.
"What's wrong, gorgeous? Don't trust me to help with the slide show?"
"Nope," you huffed as you began the slide on pheromones.
Pheromones, Heats & Ruts
"Sexy," Changbin teased as he leaned closer to your shoulder, his breath skating across your skin.
"You picked the topic, dumb ass," you mumbled under your breath.
"And I picked it because it's sexy," he rasped as he watched you type a very biological definition of a very emotional state.
1. Pheromones are chemical signals released through scent glands.
2. They become active during secondary puberty around the ages of 18-21.
3. Omegas experience heats while alphas experience ruts.
4. Heats and ruts temporarily increase pheromone production and fertility.
5. Their biological purpose is to encourage reproduction and pair bonding.
"Mmm, all of this talk about heat is making me thirsty," he hummed while sipping from the glass you'd given him. You bit your tongue and counted through the multitude of ways you could've messed with the water, getting all the way up to 17 before he snapped his hand in front of your zoned-out face.
"What?"
"You daydreaming about me, hot stuff?" he joked, hoping to get a rise out of you.
"If you were in it, then it would be a nightmare," you quipped. "What did you want?"
"You forgot to add a line about the compatibility between omegas and alphas," he corrected.
"No, I didn't," you replied with an eye roll. He had the mental understanding of the heat cycle of a middle schooler.
"Yes, you did...see," he argued as he pointed at the screen. "It's not there."
"It's not there because it's biologically incorrect," you snapped. "Alphas and omegas don't mate simply for their status. They mate when their pheromones present to ideal partners in a favorable way to produce the healthiest offspring."
Changbin stood there with his mouth open before shaking his head and leaning back again. "I can't believe you made heats and ruts sound so...un-sexy."
"Aww, sorry our biology project isn't sexy enough for you. Maybe I'll wear a mini skirt to present in to spice it up," you suggested sarcastically, wishing you could take it back the second he bit his lip and stared at you as if imagining it. You elbowed his side and continued typing.
"What now?"
"We should make a slide on myths vs facts since so many people seem to be confused with the basics," you scathed. Changbin pouted, unhappy with the notion that he wasn't as smart as you, but let you work on the slide in peace while glancing over your shoulder.
Myth vs. Fact
❌ Myth: You'll know your mate the moment you meet them.
✅ Fact: Most people experience attraction over time. Instant mate recognition is extremely rare, though it can indicate a likelihood of powerful offspring.
❌ Myth: Every omega is compatible with every alpha.
✅ Fact: Compatibility varies greatly, and many alpha–omega pairings have little to no attraction whatsoever.
"Like us," you added under your breath.
Changbin furrowed his brows at you, staring as if he couldn't believe you'd say such a thing. You continued typing before he could start a fight.
❌ Myth: Every rut results in knotting.
✅ Fact: Knotting is a physiological response that typically occurs only during arousal and isn't guaranteed in every encounter.
"Myth, (Y/N) knows everything and has never been wrong once in her life."
"Excuse me?" you scoffed.
"You forgot to include the caveat to the first point...omegas can't identify their mates at all until the first heat begins."
"Oh, sorry, I assumed our class was smart enough to know something we learned in the third grade," you snarked before adding the additional info so that everyone with Changbin's reading level could grasp the concept.
"Did I do something to upset you?" he asked, sounding more angry than upset.
"Oh wow, Changbin finally figures out to read the room," you retorted with a mocking clap.
"What's your problem? I haven't even done anything to you," he complained.
"You mean besides the fact that you call me couple-y nicknames all the time? You know I haven't been asked out once because everyone thinks we're dating," you informed him. "You request to be paired with me for every project, and the professors all listen since your father is the Alpha of the pack. You sit beside me during every class and even at lunch like a stalker, and then the one time I spoke to another guy in class this year, you interrupted the conversation."
Changbin sat back with a careless smirk as you described all of the ways he'd tormented you. "So?" he shrugged. "Every omega in class would be grateful for the attention of the future leader of our pack. Why aren't you?"
"For that exact reason," you laughed sarcastically before slamming your laptop shut. "Respect is earned, not given simply because of who your daddy is."
It was clear that Changbin didn't know how to answer that. He observed your crossed arms, and, considering you'd just closed your computer, it was clear you had no intention of continuing to work on the presentation... which was due tomorrow.
"Don't you want to practice how we'll present our slides?"
"No," you said definitively. "It's just a quick explanation of basic biology. If you need to practice, you can do so on your own time."
"But you have the presentation."
"And I added you to the doc when I first started working on it yesterday," you sighed as you collected the glasses to put into the dishwasher.
"Oh..." Changbin muttered as he stood from the couch, finally preparing to leave. "I guess I'll see you in class then."
"Yep."
Changbin glanced back one last time before heading out. You locked the door the second he was outside and fixed everything you'd set up to make your home hostile...not that he'd noticed or even commented on it. You'd put in all that work for nothing...your attitude alone had driven him away.
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You woke up sweating.
Your hair was drenched, and your head was pounding, and your stomach cramped so badly that you threw up. You glanced at the clock and realized you'd slept through your alarm, too. You only had 20 minutes to get ready for class.
You hopped in the shower to get rid of the stench of whatever nightmare had caused such a reaction (probably one to do with Changbin), and threw on some mascara before running out the door.
You walked into the room right as the bell rang and took your normal seat beside Changbin, who glanced at you in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, upon seeing your hair that was still wet when you were normally so put together.
"Yeah," you answered as you pulled out your laptop to have it ready for the presentation. Thankfully, your group was second, so all you had to do was sit through one measly assignment before giving your speech and cutting the rest of the day short because you were sick.
Chan and Jihyo presented first. You barely heard their scientific analysis of subconscious social rankings thanks to your cramps. It felt like you were being stabbed over and over, and it only numbed a little when you shifted your seat towards Changbin. He didn't breathe when he felt your arm graze his, and you let out a sigh of relief. You didn't need him to get all cocky about it.
Chan finished the presentation with a joke about betas, and before you knew it, Changbin was reaching for your hand. You snatched it away, of course.
"It's our turn," he whispered.
You snapped your head up to find everyone staring at you. With a groan, you stood and walked to the front of the class, unsure why a few students giggled.
While you connected your laptop, Changbin was off whispering with the teacher. She eyed you curiously and walked over to offer you the chance to present another day. "You don't look well, (Y/N)," she said.
"I'm fine," you assured her as you stood tall and prepared to address the class. In the back of your mind, you wondered why Changbin cared so much that you were sick... and then you felt another ache. You stepped closer to him and took a deep breath before beginning. "Pheromones, Heats, and Ruts," you announced as you read the title slide.
"How ironic," someone joked, only for the teacher to hush them as Changbin glared.
"I'll begin by defining what these things are before describing why they exist. Number 1...pheromones are chemical signals released through scent glands."
You nodded towards Changbin who read line 2. "Heats (experienced by omegas) and ruts (experienced by alphas) come to fruition during second puberty around the ages of 18-21.
"Heats are..." you began, when another ache made you stumble forward. You almost passed out from the strong, nauseating wave curling through you.
"(Y/N)," Changbin gasped as he reached out to catch you by your waist. The second his hand touched you, the dizziness vanished.
You didn't even move his hand this time since it was somehow helping whatever weird illness you'd contracted. "Heats are the point of an omega cycle in which their bodies encourage them to breed. Ruts act as the same for an alpha, though they are more likely to be driven by their omega's cycle."
Changbin turned to make sure he was meant to read line four, and you found yourself fixed on his lips as though he were talking in slow motion. "Heats and ruts temporarily increase pheromone production and..." He paused, noticing your gaze fixed on him. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. It was as though you were under a spell. He smirked and added with a shy blush of his cheeks and delicious lick of his lips, "...fertility."
You moaned. You literally moaned in front of the entire class because of how he said the word. You tried to make up an excuse and blame it on the cramps by claiming it was from pain, but a wetness pooling at your core told another story.
One of the students whistled, and others started laughing at you. Some pointed, and others whispered to themselves, but you knew it was all regarding your embarrassing scent and inappropriate biological response to Changbin's stupid mouth.
Your teacher moved to calm the class and turned briefly to order Changbin to get you home. He nodded and rushed to collect your things, throwing both backpacks over one shoulder before taking your hand and pulling you from the room.
"Where are we going? Why are you taking me out of class?" you complained. You'd only gotten halfway through the presentation.
"You may be book smart, baby, but you haven't experienced much of the real world yet, have you?" he teased as he opened his car door for you.
"I drove myself to school..." you told him. "What about my car?"
"You shouldn't be driving in your...condition," he explained as he shut it and went to round the car.
In his absence, the feeling worsened. You winced and clutched your stomach to send the cramps away, but it did little to make the pain subside. The second Changbin hopped in, the ache dulled to a mere throb.
"I don't know what's happening to me," you cried as he began to drive. You couldn't understand why your body hurt so badly or why Changbin's presence was the only thing that calmed it down when you hated him so much.
"You'll be okay," he promised, placing his hand on your thigh.
Another moan left your lips.
Changbin looked over with wide eyes, the sound a shock to you both. "I...I'm sorry," you whined. The ache grew to a burning need, and you slid down the seat, inching his hand higher on your leg.
"(Y/N), just wait until we get to your place, okay?" Changbin pleaded. He seemed to have a lot more insight into what was going on than you did.
"Why does this feel so good?" you asked breathlessly, a desperate exhale leaving your lips.
Changbin squeezed your thigh to stop you from taking his hand too high, causing you to turn to him with a pout. "Not until we're home," he scolded.
"But Changbin," you complained while leaning closer to him. Your arm wrapped around his bicep, and your nose scooted towards his neck. He smelled so good...he felt so good... "Oh fuck!" you realized, backing away from him in disgust. "I'm in heat."
"No shit, hot stuff," he laughed as he pulled into your driveway. "Now...let's get inside."
"You can't be serious? There's no way you're coming in there with me."
"It hurts when I'm not next to you, doesn't it?" he pointed out.
You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled as far away from him as you could. The stabbing feeling in your stomach must've shown on your face, but you lied and shook your head anyway.
"We're mates, (Y/N). I've known it all year, so if you'll just get your butt in there, then we can finally..."
"No! It's just some weird alpha-omega thing. We aren't mates. I hate you," you argued...though the fact you hadn't left the car yet wasn't lost on him.
"You hate me?" he repeated with a mocking look. "If that were the case, you wouldn't have needed to stand so close to me today; you wouldn't have tried to make me touch you; and you certainly wouldn't have worn the mini skirt you'd teased me about yesterday."
"I'm not..." you began, but when you looked down, you realized he was right. "I don't remember putting this on."
"You woke up thinking about me because of your heat. You knew I could make it better even if you didn't want to admit it yet," he muttered, leaning in carefully to cup your cheek.
Again...you didn't pull away.
"You said so yourself that alphas and omegas aren't just attracted to each other based on social status alone. Our bodies crave one another (Y/N)," he breathed, his words crumbling the wall inside you that was meant to keep him out.
"But you're the alpha...not an alpha...but like, the main one," you complained. "And if you knew, why didn't you tell me?"
Changbin chuckled and moved even closer. His lips were barely hovering above yours, so close that the pain had gone silent. It knew you were in good hands now.
"I am the big, powerful alpha, and I was brought to my knees by my desire to do right by you. You weren't ready to know we were mates yet. You needed to come to me on your own. And now that you have, I can say it freely. You are my mate, (Y/N) like it or not," he said before crashing his lips to yours.
Just 12 hours earlier, the thought of being in the same room as him had set you on edge. You'd spent hours coming up with ways to annoy him and to make him uncomfortable. Now...all you wanted was more of him.
His lips moved in an all-encompassing pace, and your hands began to roam up his chest. Changbin was strong...really strong...and you wanted to be pinned down by him as he rammed his massive...
"Let's get inside before your scent lingers in my car for the next year."
You frowned, tears brimming in your eyes at his words. "Do you not like my scent?" You'd never felt so rejected before, despite his words not even being that harsh.
"Hey, (Y/N), hey," Changbin cooed as he offered you another kiss. "I love your scent. I just don't want everyone I hang out with to know what you smell like on your heat. That's only for me, okay?"
You wiped your cheeks and nodded before following him out of the car by hopping over the console and going through his door. You weren't interested in letting go of his hand.
"You don't seem to hate me very much," he pointed out as you unlocked the door.
"You're making up for it," you breathed as you pushed him back against the door to shut it. You pulled his hoodie off and flew your shirt over your head so that you could feel more of his skin on yours.
Changbin kicked off his shoes and surprised you by picking you up and cradling you all the way to your room. All the while, your lips never left his, and the pain never returned. It was satiated by his body against yours.
"You said that you knew we were mates already...how?" you asked between kisses.
"I felt drawn to you," he confessed as he lay you back, eyes drawn to your chest rising and falling as you fought to catch your breath. "First, it was the way you looked at me. I was curious why you didn't seem to care about my status," he explained as he tore off your bra. "And then I had dreams about your voice as if you were a siren calling me home," he added before unbuttoning his pants.
You tried not to look, but found yourself too curious. Your gaze fell, and you took in the sight of his hardened cock for the first time. "Oh god," you groaned. He was huge.
Changbin seemed pleased by your reaction.
"And I noticed that I would make little suggestions to you, and without meaning to follow orders, you'd obey," he smirked as he eyed the skirt one last time before yanking it off.
"It's just a skirt," you argued, inhaling in shock when his hands pressed to your bare thighs to hold you open.
"No...it's more than that. Even just this week, you could've changed partners and didn't. You could have opted for a different topic, but you went with what I wanted. You complained about adding the line to our Myths section, but included it anyway. The skirt was just my favorite part," he winked.
You tried to find excuses for why you'd done all of those things, but nothing made sense. He was right... You were genetically predisposed to please him... just as he was to please you.
Changbin let his thumb slide up and down your slick, his touch igniting you from the inside out. You could've screamed from how good it felt, and yet, he didn't stop. Not when you arched off the bed...not when your toes curled...not when you looked up at him with eyes so lustful you could've spilled over right then...and especially not when he collected both of your hands to pin them above your head.
He kissed your neck and jaw as your mouth was busy spilling whines, and he mumbled dirty words that made your heart race. "My little mate is all nice and wet for me. I'm going to be gentle since this is our first time, but next time I'm going to splay you out on my bed, and tie each limb to a different corner of my mattress."
"Binnie," you cried out, clit throbbing under his touch.
"Oh, you'll like that, won't you?" he realized when he felt your thighs constrict around his hand. You were getting too sensitive...too turned on. "You spent all year hating me, and now you get to see what it's like to be loved by me. You get to see how cruel I can be," he taunted as he removed his hand just before you came.
You fell back to the bed and let out a breathless, "Why?"
"You have to earn the right to come, my love," he explained as he aligned his cock with your cunt and tilted you to face him. "And the rules are simple...you can come once you admit that you're mine."
"I'm not..." you went to argue as you rolled your eyes, but Changbin slammed in, filling you and stretching you wide in one deep thrust.
"Funny," he teased before licking up your neck to your ear. "Your pussy feels like mine."
You hated the way his words made you feel. You were sweating and desperate and clung to him as he rocked into you while biting your lip. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.
"Is my mate denying me her pretty little moans?" he taunted.
"I'm not your mate. You were just the closest alpha to fuck," you spat back. Despite how good he felt, you couldn't imagine a life with someone so annoying.
"Mmm. And yet you walked right past Chan to get to the front of the class," he reminded you. "And yet it was my scent that pulled you in, wasn't it? My scent that made the pain fade away."
"The pain won't really be gone until you make me cum, which I'm sure you're incapable of doing, so..."
"Say what you want, little mate. Your pussy is throbbing around me right now," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"It's a...side effect of heats," you lied. "It's not any indication of how good you are...or bad."
Changbin smirked at your slip-up and increased his pace. The bed rocked beneath you, and the wall echoed from every hit of the headboard. Changbin leaned in to kiss you, only to rudely pull away right as your lips puckered, leaving you wanting more.
"I'll kiss you once you say it, baby. Just tell me you're my mate. Tell me you're mine," he begged as he kissed along your neck.
"Why do I have to be owned by you? Are you mine?" you asked, trying to reason with him.
"Of course I am," he muttered against your skin.
You weren't sure how to feel about that. He was so easily able to admit to being owned, and yet the idea of someone possessing you so finally terrified you.
"Just say it, (Y/N)," he urged. "Say it, and I'll claim you. Say it, and I'll give you more pleasure than you've ever experienced before."
The offer was too tempting to resist. You nuzzled your way back to his lips to kiss them softly before muttering, "I'm yours."
Changbin's face lit up in determination. You weren't sure if it was to do right by you or to finish you off, but he began with a bite. He sank his teeth into your neck, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through every ounce of your body.
It started at the mark and first ascended to your brain, which felt fuzzy and happy. The world looked and sounded brighter, especially Changbin's heavy breaths as he kept his pace strong. The light then moved to your heart, which sped up to match his pace. It inched towards your fingers and toes, making every single cell explode in adoration and sex, and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, it grew, doubling in size and begging to be shared with the one person who would understand how happy you were.
You kissed Changbin and released around him, giving him all of you just as he gave you all of him.
He let go of your hands so he could lovingly hold your cheek, brushing the flushed skin with his thumb as his hips stuttered. You'd never felt so whole before.
"You did so well for your first heat, my mate," he praised as he playfully kissed your nose and cheeks.
You yawned and curled into him. "And what was that thing you said about tying me up next time?"
"You're definitely mine," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you.
Chan's lips stained your neck in kisses, and his breath was hot against your skin. He was greedily finger fucking you against the bathroom door while warning you to stay quiet with hushed reminders. Your friends were beyond the door just steps away.
"Couldn't wait for the party to end, could you?" he rasped as he nipped at your ear.
"Needed you now," you breathed shakily, chest arching against his.
He yanked your dress up even more so that it was around your waist and shoved your panties to the side again to add a third. You moaned so loudly that he rushed to cover your mouth. You both froze to see if anyone outside had heard.
You could hear your heart thumping in your ears as you both stayed silent. At first there wasn't any noise, but then someone took their turn in drunk Jenga and the tower collapsed causing chaos to erupt as they blamed Changbin for the mess. You sighed in relief and fell forward against his shoulder, biting down just to remain in control of yourself.
"Fuck baby. Are you going to cum for me?" he groaned when he felt you throb around his fingers, when he felt you close in on the seventh orgasm in the last three days.
You nodded breathlessly and clutched his shirt to remain upright. Everything felt so heightened with Chan...especially with the added fun of trying not to get caught.
He began rolling your clit with his thumb as he curled his fingers inside you. He'd learned this particular move would have you finishing in seconds and brought it out often.
When you finally collapsed, he rammed his lips against yours to capture every moan and every whimper, to prolong the perfect high only he could provide even if only for a few extra seconds.
"You're always so fucking needy (Y/N)," he praised while washing his slick hand in the sink and holding your waist against the counter with the other so he could keep kissing you.
"It's your fault," you complained with a lazy smile. "You spoil me by making it feel so good every time."
Chan laughed and let your dress fall to cover your thighs again, before drying off and leaning against the door with a playful glimmer. "See you soon," he grinned before leaving you alone in the bathroom. The plan was always the same...you'd wait four minutes and then return so that nobody would suspect you'd decided to take a sex break together.
You'd left your phone on the game table, so you did the mental math and headed out to the group to find them working hard to rebuild the tower. Nobody seemed to notice a thing except Lee Know who rolled his eyes. He was a germaphobe and less than pleased to know you two had been messing around in his bathroom...again.
You hadn't meant for anyone to find out, but the previous weekend you and Chan had gotten so caught up in each other that you'd forgotten to lock the door. Lee Know had walked right in mid-makeout to find a shirtless Chan pressing against you on the bathroom counter.
You were lucky that was all he saw...
"I'm sorry Lee Know," you told him, apologizing as you washed out the snack dishes he'd laid out. Everyone else had left, but you stayed behind to help him clean up...it was the least you could do.
"I don't get why you don't just tell people you're dating," he complained. "Then you wouldn't have to sneak off to my bathroom, and you could do whatever it is you want to do in the comfort of your own homes."
"We're not dating," you reminded him with an exaggerated huff. "And besides, Han doesn't need to know." Your roommate was part of the reason that you and Chan were forced to sneak around. The other part was his roommate, Jeongin. It would make everything awkward if they found out about your overly friendly hangouts.
"Whoa wait a minute? You two are sleeping together, right?" he asked.
"Right," you answered as you closed the overflowing dishwasher.
"But you're not dating?"
"Exactly," you said, unsure why he was confused.
"This is a recipe for disaster. I hope you know that," Lee Know warned just as Chan rounded the corner with a bucket, gloves, and a spray bottle of bleach.
"Your bathroom is spotless," Chan told him before opening the cabinet beneath the sink to restore his cleaning supplies. You hadn't even made a mess (except on Chan's fingers), but you knew he did it for Lee Know's peace of mind.
"Great," Lee Know answered in a monotone as he watched Chan wrap his arm around your waist and kiss your cheek. With just Lee Know there, he had no reason to hide anymore. "Chan, why aren't you two dating if you're sleeping around?"
"Simple," Chan shrugged as he held you. "We don't want to complicate it."
Lee Know snorted as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Right and sneaking behind everyone's backs is super easy."
Chan went to argue but you urged him not to. You didn't want to fight with Lee Know...not about this. "We'll stop using your bathroom as a refuge on game night, okay?" you offered.
Lee Know looked close to taking the deal but eventually shook his head. "No, it's fine. I don't want you guys to stop coming over just because I don't get whatever you're doing. Just...be careful, okay? I don't want to have to pick sides if things end badly."
You nodded, promising to do just that, and let Chan guide you outside to walk home. You were both a little tipsy from Changbin's punch, but it only made the summer night that much more alive. The stars seemed to glow, the grass seemed to sway, and all the while your hands stayed tight as smiles played on your lips.
Chan would glance at you with his adorable dimpled smirk, and you'd giggle shyly before trying to run away from him...unsuccessfully of course, because you never let go of his hand.
"This is me," you announced once in your driveway.
He twirled you into his chest, and you gasped in surprise. You kissed him when he leaned in, both of you smiling at the softness of it all. "Are you going to Hyunjin's tomorrow for movie night?" he asked, fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.
"Mhm," you informed him. "Save me a seat?" you asked with a flutter of your lashes.
"Always," Chan promised before giving you one last kiss to release you to your home. You walked backwards for a bit, too infatuated to look away, before finally turning and sprinting through your lawn to your porch.
You'd just opened the door when a yelp left your lips. Han was standing there with wide eyes and a bowl of cereal in hand. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Are you okay?" you asked him as you waved your hand in front of his face. He'd yet to move and seemed turned to stone.
One by one his muscles awoke until he was grinning at you like a cheshire cat, teeth exposed from ear to ear. "You're dating Chan?" he asked excitedly, nearly jumping up and down for joy.
"No I'm just..." you began but Han was already squeezing you tight. He'd wanted you to date him forever...even before you'd moved in with him.
"I need to call Lee Know!" he cheered. "And Changbin...Oh! and Jeongin...he owes me $20."
Han ran off before you could stop him, and truthfully you didn't care what he told them. You were too tipsy and feeling too good from your moment in the bathroom and that perfect goodnight kiss to scold Han for being a nosy gossip.
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You regretted letting Han text everyone the night before, and had asked him to take it back, but he refused. He said it was the best news he'd heard all year and that everyone else agreed.
All eyes were on you and Chan the second you got to movie night. He hadn't even had to save your seat because everyone else was eager to watch the two of you. 7 sets of eyes stared as you took the spot on the couch beside Chan that Felix had announced as 'your special seat'. Seungmin whistled from the next chair over and when Chan put his arm around you, Changbin made a kissy noise.
"So I take it Han saw us?" Chan realized, noticing right away how stressed you were to be observed like a cell under a microscope.
"Yeah," you answered, wiggling a little apart from him and placing your hands over the blanket so that they wouldn't assume you were touching him anywhere.
Chan furrowed his brows and scooted closer again until you were squished between the arm of the couch and his muscled form. Hyunjin winked at you, and that was the last straw. You pulled yourself up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom; a single set of footsteps followed you.
"What are you doing?" you asked Chan when he snuck his way into the bathroom with you.
"I thought that was code for 'Hey Chan, let's make out'. Is it not?" he teased, already trying to go in for a kiss.
You backed away and put your hand on his chest to hold him at an arm's distance.
"What? Not in the mood?" he frowned.
"They're all watching us, Chan," you told him, skin crawling at the idea of them imagining the two of you together.
"So?" Chan chuckled, completely unbothered by their attention.
"So I don't want to deal with the questions and having to overthink how to act in front of them or the jokes," you complained with crossed arms. "I wanted it to stay a secret."
"Me too...but it didn't, and honestly who cares? They're our friends. They're just happy that we're..."
"Dating?" you interjected, your voice like a whip. "They think we're dating Chan."
"Again...who cares?" he asked as he ran his hands down the sides of your folded arms. You were tense, and he was trying to unravel you.
You shrugged him off. "Maybe this was a mistake, Chan. I don't want to screw with the dynamics of our friend group by sleeping with you."
Chan pulled back right away with a pained look. If you didn't know better, you'd thought you punched him straight in the chest.
"Fine," Chan agreed with a clenched jaw. You could tell right away that you'd upset him, but you hadn't meant to. You simply wanted to be his friend again without all of the drama.
"Chan, I'm not trying to push you away, I just..."
"No, I get it. See you out there, friend."
The bathroom door slammed shut, and you followed him out only to find that he'd squeezed in between Lee Know and Han. You sat beside your roommate and stole a handful of popcorn to munch on as your frustration burned.
"Did you break up already?" Han whispered as the movie began.
You pretended not to hear him.
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Chan skipped the group workout the next day and dinner at Jeongin's the day after that. Even though Chan was meant to be one of the hosts, Jeongin claimed that he had a date, something that made you sick to your stomach to hear.
"A date?" you asked Jeongin again, unwilling to believe it.
"Yeah," he relayed the news gently. "A girl gave him her number at the coffee house a few weeks ago, but he was busy with you I guess."
You shoved a fry into your mouth, biting down on it angrily. The poor little fry never saw it coming.
You texted everyone to confirm attendance for the hangout at your place the next day. This was incredibly uncommon as everyone just assumed that everyone would be there, but you needed to know if Chan was coming. He'd ignored your texts and calls to talk through things for days, and if he was going to skip friend events, you needed to know why.
Han: Duh...I live there
Felix: have I ever missed the chance to beat you in video games? what are we playing tomorrow btw?
Seungmin: when have you ever beat anyone @felix lol
Seungmin: i'm bringing the good chips...han keeps buying store brand
Han: sorry not all of us are rich seungmin
Seungmin: tell that to your $900 sneakers han
Han: they were half off
The rest of them liked the message to confirm intention to show up...all except Chan.
You were busy prepping the breakfast bar that Han had requested for dinner when he shouted that he needed to run out to get blueberry syrup for Hyunjin's pancakes.
He slipped his shoes on and was out the door before you could even suggest that he just have Hyunjin grab some on his way. You'd just finished making the cinnamon batch when the first guest arrived with a knock at the door.
"Come in!" you shouted as you flipped the flapjack over.
"Han just ran out to grab..." you began as you whipped around only to find Chan standing there with a gallon of orange juice in hand.
"Hey," he muttered in a shameful voice.
"Hey," you replied, unsure of what to even say to your ex friends-with-benefits who had kept another girl in his back pocket the whole time.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, eyeing the containers of fruit like a godsend.
"You can dice," you permitted, watching as he set the juice down and washed his hands before taking the knife and beginning his task with the utmost seriousness. "Not slice. Dice. They have to fit in the pancake batter," you corrected when he started working on the first strawberry.
He nodded and worked silently as you continued making the pancakes, now onto the chocolate chip ones. You watched the clock on the stove tick by, first ten minutes and then twenty. Nobody else had shown up, and you were about to text Han to see where everyone was when another knock cut through the silence.
It was as though you and Chan had been holding your breath.
He left to get the door and returned a few seconds later with flowers in hand...and no second guest.
"Flowers?" he asked with a pout. "Did you have a date or something?"
You snatched them away with an eye roll and set them on the dining table. "No Chan. I didn't have a date. That was all you."
"I didn't have a date?" Chan scoffed at the mere idea of such a thing.
You were incredibly confused by everything going on and stole the card to see who had sent the roses.
Dear (Y/N) and Chan
You are both being stupid.
I told Chan you had a date, and he cried for like an hour. That's the real reason he skipped dinner.
"You did?" you frowned, turning to see his red face and nonchalant shrug.
I told (Y/N) that Chan had a date, and she nearly chipped a tooth from chewing her fries so hard.
"I did not," you answered out loud as Chan smiled in amusement while imagining it.
You both like each other, but you're both too stupid to say it, so I'm saying it. Be happy. Enjoy your date. Han and I invited everyone over to Lee Know's instead so you have the place to yourself (winky face).
-Jeongin (& Han)
You turned the card over in your hands in disbelief. You felt like you'd been stripped naked and forced to say your biggest fears out loud. You liked Chan...you maybe even loved him and despite doing everything in your power to convince yourself and everyone else that you didn't, they saw right through the act.
"So..." Chan began shyly.
"So..." you trailed off as you flicked the card down to the table.
"That's a lot of pancakes for two people," he teased, eying the mountain of flapjacks that had been meant to feed nine.
"I don't know, I've seen you eat," you joked back, glad that the note had made everything a little more normal between the two of you.
He smiled...he smiled his beautiful dimpled smile because of your ridiculously lame joke and for a second everything was still. You just stood there, staring at him as all the words you'd wanted to say escaped you.
"I'm really glad you didn't have a date," he confessed, the words the first indication that any of the note had been true.
"And I'm glad..." you began just as the fire alarm sounded off.
Chan glanced at the stovetop where chocolate chip pancake number 13 was burning to a crisp and grabbed the pan to carry it outside. He set it on the sidewalk and ran back in to grab a cup of water to toss at it as you watched in shock.
When he returned you burst into a fit of laughter...you couldn't help it. It was relief times a million to know he wasn't with anyone else and that the house hadn't burned down and (most of all) to know your feelings were mutual.
Chan laughed, too. He laughed on the walk from the doorway to the kitchen. He laughed as he lifted you to the counter. And he laughed as he stood between your legs for a smoky, messy kiss.
Jeongin was right...you both had been stupid...too stupid to show the other how stupidly in love you were until your friends forced your hand.
"Milky!" Connie shouted as she twirled her hand to make a sippy cup appear.
Seungmin plucked it out of the air before she could grab it, eyeing her playfully despite his serious tone. "What did daddy say about magic sweetheart?"
"To asks politely first," she mindlessly repeated the rule he'd recited to her a hundred times as she struggled to reach the cup in his hand.
"Can you use your nice words for me, Connie?"
Connie nodded eagerly, happy to show off her good manners. "Can I please have milky, daddy?"
"Of course you can," Seungmin told her as he set the sippy cup down and kissed her forehead.
She tossed it back right away, chugging as if it were the last drink in existence before waving her hand again. "Clean up!"
Seungmin wasn't in the mood to scold her for using a clean-up spell, especially when he wasn't in the mood to hand-wash a cup anyway. "Are you ready for preschool?" he asked as he packed her backpack.
Connie floated down from her highchair with a grin. "Yes! Teacher says we're doing hide and seek today!"
"Be sure to take it easy on the other kids," he reminded her. "Their magic isn't as developed as yours."
"Cause I'm special," she smiled, having heard her parents and teachers, and peers all praise her talents since birth. Connie was one of the few child witches who actually knew what spells she was casting. She rarely messed up, and it made people in awe of her as well as fearful.
"Yes sweetheart," Seungmin cooed as he slid her backpack over her shoulders. "Because you're special." She opened the door to head to the bus and was immediately met with a gust of wind that made her shiver, she held out her little hand and retrieved a jacket without any verbal command at all...something even adult witches struggled with.
"See you later Daddy!" she called as she ran to the bus. "Love you!"
"Love you too, Connie!" Seungmin shouted back, watching to make sure she made it on safely before closing the door. At this point, he was sure she could've teleported there, but it wasn't allowed until high school as it was perceived as an advanced skill...one she'd already been utilizing to win hide and seek at home. He'd use his magic to find her and by the time he opened the cabinet door and checked under the bed, she'd moved somewhere else. It was incredibly frustrating to be outsmarted by a toddler.
Seungmin snapped his fingers to get back to you, finding you exactly where he'd left you...in bed. You had a work trip in Greece for the week, so he played stay-at-home-dad whenever Connie was home, but when she wasn't...
"Did she get off to school okay?"
"Mhm," Seungmin hummed as he kissed across the hickeys he'd left on your shoulders a few hours before when Connie had been asleep. You could take them away with the blink of an eye but chose not to...at least not until your meeting that afternoon.
"Did she use magic to make breakfast again?"
"Of course," he answered. Connie had used magic to create food out of thin air ever since she could consume solids. It was perhaps the only rule she struggled with as she was impatient when she was hungry.
"And what is she learning in school today?" you wondered. She often indicated what the teacher had planned, but Seungmin hadn't told you.
"She's off to her magic school with her advanced magic spells, baby. She's safe. She's happy. And most importantly, she's not here," he reminded you as his hands began to explore your naked skin. It was a little sweaty from the evening's extracurriculars, but he didn't mind...in fact, he favored you like this.
"And why are we here in Greece? Hmm? It's 2am, baby," you reminded him as you began to let your instincts take over. "Haven't you always wanted to fuck me at the Eiffel Tower?" you moaned as you snapped your fingers and brought him to the secret apartment at the top of the monument.
"You remembered?" he smirked as he pinched his eyes shut to strip away his clothes. "How sweet," he taunted as he cocked his brows. The sheets became vines that wrapped around your wrist and calves. They held you up against the wall for him to examine like a portrait, eyes grazing across your tits and cunt, lip bitten as he decided what to do with you.
Seungmin could make you feel anything when he had you like this. He could animate a dildo to inflate within you so that your cunt became big enough to take both his fists. He could give himself centipede fingers that traced over your skin until you came from touch alone.
It was always a wonder how he came up with some of his ideas...and a high. He never failed to make every fuck an epic memory.
Seungmin pressed you against the wall and let the sheets fall back to the bed as he kissed you. His hands wrapped behind your thighs digging into your skin while he moaned between every breath and dart of his tongue over your bottom lip. You looped your arms around his neck and let your hands fall across his back, mapping every bruise and scar from the past week. He liked it rough...so did you.
"Get on all fours for me," he ordered with a spanking.
"Yes sir," you answered, obeying him just like always. You knew you could teleport from the room at any second and leave him hard and disappointed, but it only made you want to listen even more. Your power was in your submission.
Seungmin knelt in front of you, aligning his cock with your lips as a smirk played on his lips. "Help me out, won't you baby?" he asked as he tugged your hair back to make your lips part as a strangled gasp left your throat.
"Yes sir," you answered in a staggered voice before taking his tip and dragging your tongue through the slit.
Seungmin groaned and tangled his hand in your hair to push you further down his length. You didn't know if it was magic or if he was just naturally large, but Seungmin's cock was so long that it often slid down your esophagus. You choked before he pulled you off, saliva dripping down your chin. He wiped it away before letting you try to take him again.
"Ahhh. Good girl. Fuck," he rasped desperately when he felt your cheeks hollow out around him. Your core dampened at the feeling of his cock twitching, and you began bobbing up and down, determined to make him finish.
"Fuck you're soaked already, aren't you baby?" he asked, noticing your needy scent flooding the air.
"Mhm," you cried as you sank down as deep as you could while relaxing your throat. You couldn't help but gag a little, but he seemed to like the tears falling down your cheeks.
"I can help with that," he promised. You were even more determined to finish him now as it likely meant he'd fuck you until you were screaming, but you suddenly felt a cock slap against your cunt.
With a moan, you pulled away to glance back at Seungmin spreading your pussy open and spitting on his length to lubricate it for you. He slid in just as Seungmin pushed his cock back down your throat.
"Oh god," you whined as he filled you from both ends. Seungmin yanked your hair back to watch your expression as you realized why he'd wanted to come to Paris. He wanted to Eiffel Tower you in the Eiffel Tower.
"How do you like that baby? Huh? You're taking my dick so well, isn't she Seungmin?"
"Fuck yeah," Seungmin grunted. "She's throbbing on me. Fucking soaking me," he praised as he buried himself so deep you felt it in your stomach.
You let out a whimper, jaw aching when he mercilessly attacked your throat. His pace hastened behind you as one finger came to tease your clit. You arched and screamed around his cock as you fought the pleasure coursing through your veins. You'd never felt more overstimulated in your life.
"Feels like she's going to finish," Seungmin teased.
"Let her," Seungmin permitted. "But we're not stopping until she's swallowed my cum down her throat...until she's leaking my cum from her pussy. Isn't that right baby?"
You nodded through the pressure building in your core, and spilled around him with gasps for relief that he didn't allow. Seungmin bullied your pussy even faster, fucked your mouth so deep every thrust was met with a gag and more tears. Your thighs trembled and your throat ached and when he finally finished he high-fived himself while filling you.
Everywhere was warm and wet, and Seungmin snapped the sheets clean before transporting you back to the hotel to cuddle. One Seungmin settled in behind you and the other kissed you softly while praising you for being so good.
"You were perfect tonight, baby," he hummed as he deployed a towel between your legs with another cleaning spell. It wiped all the stickiness away so you could lie there comfortably.
"You were incredible Seungmin," you sighed with a kiss as the Seungmin behind you disappeared.
It was a text that pulled him away. He had to go to the school to manage an incident with Connie who had sealed a boy's mouth for saying he was smarter than her.
He left the other Seungmin to hold you, knowing you'd need it after something so intense. "Did she get in trouble again?" you asked him, knowing he was basically a clone of your husband. The real Seungmin would've been the one to check on Connie.
"They're just not used to someone so powerful," he sighed as he stroked your back softly. "She gets it from her mom," he teased.
"Maybe if I had kept practicing," you reminded him. "I mostly gave up on doing magic after..."
"I know," he hummed as he slid closer.
"It makes me feel disconnected from her sometimes," you confessed. "Like I'm not good enough to be her mom or to teach her the things she's worthy of since I gave up."
"(Y/N)," Seungmin frowned, eyeing you with that same pitiful look he always gave you when you said such things. "You're everything she needs and more. I can help her with the magic part until you're ready to do more than teleport me to Paris. But she needs you for other things too."
"She can mostly do everything herself," you argued.
"No, she can't," Seungmin fought...the real Seungmin. He'd appeared suddenly, sending the clone away with his arrival. He'd also clothed you which meant one thing.
"Mommy," Connie cried as she climbed onto the bed. "I got into trouble."
"For what sweetheart?" you asked as she settled into your lap and played with your necklace that always gave her comfort.
"A mean boy said he was smarter than me," she explained through sniffles. You listened intently as she told you how she'd silenced him, and how the teacher had written her up for the third time that month.
She was suspended, but neither of you cared.
"Why don't you go hand-make Mommy a glass of water, okay?"
"No magic?" she pouted. She wasn't used to acting like a regular human.
"No magic. Make it with love," Seungmin told her, using the words he often used to trick her into avoiding spells.
"Okay!" she agreed as she took off to the kitchen that your hotel room was fortunate enough to have.
"You're stronger than you think," Seungmin said as he put his arm around you and kissed your cheek.
"I know how strong I am," you muttered. "That's why I'm so afraid of my power. Two more seconds and I could've killed that doctor, Minnie," you reminded him. While giving birth to Connie you'd been in so much pain that your tenseness spread far beyond the normal husband hand squeezing. The magic wrapped around the doctor's throat, and you hadn't even noticed until he passed out from the lack of oxygen.
"It was an accident," he replied as he always did. "You'd never hurt someone intentionally."
You shrugged, unsure if you believed him just as Connie entered the room, carefully trying to keep the overfilled water from spilling down the sides of the cup.
"Thank you sweetheart," you praised as you took the glass.
"You're welcome, Mommy!" Connie answered as she climbed back onto the bed. She kicked her feet off the edge, and her normal cheeriness dimmed.
"What is it?" you asked, hoping there wasn't a second student she'd silenced that day.
"I heard you and Daddy," she confessed, watching as concern marked her features. You never wanted her to know why you'd stopped practicing. "I think I did a bad thing, Mommy."
"You didn't, sweetheart. You were standing up for yourself just like Daddy and I taught you," you assured her. Seungmin hugged her to his side, also assuring her that she wasn't in any trouble.
"The doctor...I hurt him," she admitted, making your chest tight.
"Connie, you didn't..."
"I couldn't fit, Mommy, so I tried to get the doctor to come help me by pulling him closer, but...I couldn't find his hand."
"How do you remember that?" Seungmin asked in shock. You knew she was gifted but this was beyond anything you'd ever heard of.
"I remember everything," she shrugged as if it were normal. "And I'm glad Mommy named me Connie. Your name was icky, Daddy."
You laughed through tears and eyed Seungmin who glanced at you worriedly before his features softened. You hadn't hurt anyone after all...and Connie hadn't known any better yet.
"Daddy is feeling a little outnumbered by the amount of strong women in this family," he teased as he lifted Connie to balance her on his hip.
Connie shrugged and held out her hand to make a juice box appear. "Girls are smarter than boys, Daddy."
"Yes they are," Seungmin grinned as you snapped everyone back to your house.
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The final notes of the song faded through the studio speakers as you leaned back in your chair and stretched. Five hours on air had a way of making your shoulders ache, though it was a small price to pay for getting to spend your afternoons talking about music and local gossip for a living.
Across the hall, movement caught your eye...familiar, clockwork-like movement.
Yunho stepped off the elevator with a cardboard drink carrier balanced in one hand and his backpack slung over the other shoulder.
A smile immediately tugged at your lips. The man couldn't be late if his life depended on it.
Every weekday, he arrived nearly 20 minutes before his own show started. Every weekday, he walked through those doors carrying the exact same two drinks. And every weekday, he paused outside the studio window to hold one of them up for you to see.
You laughed softly as he lifted the cup in question.
Your decaf latte.
The station paid neither of you enough for this habit, yet somehow he'd maintained it for almost a year. When he noticed you watching, he offered a small wave. You returned it before pointing toward the microphone still positioned in front of your face.
"Thirty more seconds," you mouthed.
His grin widened, and he settled into the chair outside the booth to wait. The sight was oddly comforting... maybe because so much of radio relied on routine.
The same jingles.
The same commercials.
The same listeners calling in every Tuesday to complain about traffic.
Yunho had somehow become part of that routine too, as dependable as the promise of air to breathe.
You finished introducing your final song of the day and pulled your headphones off as soon as the microphone light switched off. By the time you stepped out of the studio, your coffee was already waiting on the desk.
"Your devotion to caffeine should be studied," you teased him as you picked up the cup. The cold plastic was already damp with condensation against your fingers.
Yunho shrugged as though arriving every afternoon with your coffee wasn't a habit he'd built into his schedule "You say that every day."
"Because every day you show up with proof that you're single-handedly keeping that coffee shop in business."
"Single-handed?" he joked, eyeing your grip on the cup and lips on the straw.
"That's not the point," you retorted.
He laughed as you took an appreciative sip. The decaf wasn't technically necessary anymore. You'd cut back on caffeine months ago after one too many nights staring at your ceiling at three in the morning, but Yunho still continued to bring you a treat anyway.
"How was today?" he asked.
You groaned dramatically. "Mrs. Patterson called...again."
His expression immediately lit up with recognition. "The woman who thinks the city is spying on her through parking meters?"
"The very same."
"What was it this time?" he asked with a playful grin.
"She says they're communicating through Morse code now. She thinks the lights that flash to indicate the time has expired are actually flashing to other meters' cameras to share intel on her."
Yunho bit back a smile. "You're making that up."
"I wish I were."
The two of you drifted down the hallway together toward the larger evening studio. Producers moved around you carrying papers and coffee cups while someone from sales hurried past talking loudly into a headset. The station was at its busiest during a shift change...when one show ended and another began.
"Any exciting wishes lately?" you asked, as if you hadn't listened every night. That earned an immediate smile on Yunho's lips.
The 11:11 Wish Line was Yunho's baby. Management had originally expected it to last a month before listeners got bored, yet two years later it had become the station's most popular segment.
"Actually," he said, "remember the little girl who wanted a puppy for her birthday?"
"The one who cried on air?"
He nodded with an eager grin. "She got one."
You stopped walking, eyeing him suspiciously. "No way."
"Yes way."
"Yunho..." you shook your head in disbelief.
"What?" he shrugged. "The poor little guy needed a home."
"You're ridiculously sweet," you told him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his cheeks blushing.
"You should've seen the pictures her mom sent me."
Your heart squeezed despite yourself. The puppy wish had happened nearly three weeks ago. A nervous eight-year-old had called into the station with less than thirty seconds remaining before 11:12. She told him that she wished for a dog more than anything in the whole world. Half the city had fallen in love with her immediately.
Apparently, Yunho had been one of them.
"You know," you said thoughtfully, "this is exactly why people like your show better than mine."
"That is not true."
"Someone calls my show and asks if birds are government drones."
He snorted.
"Someone calls your show and gets a puppy."
"That's not every day."
You rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully. He'd never admit to caring as much as you knew he did. You were about to ask what other wishes he'd granted lately when the producer waiting outside the evening booth gestured toward Yunho's microphone.
Showtime.
You took another sip of your latte and stepped backward toward the exit. "Try not to accidentally improve too many lives tonight, genie."
"No promises," he winked as he settled into his chair. His smile followed you all the way down the hall as you listened to him introducing himself.
Just like every night, you made the drive home while Yunho's show played quietly through your car speakers. Sometimes you listened closely. Sometimes it became background noise while traffic crawled around you. Either way, hearing his voice had become as familiar as the route itself.
By the time you pulled into your apartment complex, he was interviewing the owner of a local bookstore about an upcoming charity event. You left the radio playing while carrying your bag upstairs and only switched over to a speaker once you got inside.
Your neighbors probably thought you were insane.
You cooked dinner while listening. Folded laundry while listening. Completed half your skincare routine while listening.
By eleven o'clock, you were curled sideways on your couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone while waiting for your favorite part of the show...The Wish Line.
It was ridiculous, honestly. Most of the wishes never amounted to anything. A teenager would call wanting concert tickets; someone would wish that their ex would text them back; a man once spent an entire minute wishing for mozzarella sticks.
Yet every now and then there was something genuine enough to stick with you...something that lingered.
The little girl with the puppy; the elderly woman who wished to hear her late husband's favorite song one last time; the college student who'd called back months later to announce that she'd passed the nursing exam she'd wished for.
Maybe that was why people loved it so much...not because the wishes always came true, but because for sixty seconds every night, someone got to believe they might.
At exactly 11:11, the familiar intro music played.
You smiled automatically. At the studio, in his little room, Yunho was settling into the segment that had made him famous. And somewhere across the city, someone was preparing to make a wish.
Yunho greeted the first caller cheerfully, a familiar voice sounding out on the other end.
"You know what I want," he began, knowing that Yunho would recognize his voice right away.
"Mozzarella sticks? Again?" he chuckled.
The man hummed in agreement.
"You know some people wish for life-changing things like a million dollars or to find love," Yunho joked.
"There's nothing more like changing than that perfect cheese pull, man," he answered before hanging up.
Yunho laughed and greeted the next caller with the same attentiveness. "And what would you like to wish for?"
"I wish for my son to get into college," a worried woman replied. "He just submitted his applications today."
"I'm sure he will," Yunho assured her. "He's got a mother behind him who supports and loves him and that's already a winning system for success."
"Thank you," she told him, her voice cracking as she hung up.
"And for our last wish of the night..." Yunho began to hype up the final caller, but they simply breathed heavily on the other end.
With furrowed brows you sat up, wondering why they weren't speaking.
"Hello?" Yunho asked. "You're on air with You Know Yunho. Did you have a wish?"
They sighed again, even heavier this time before mumbling a breathy, "Yes."
"You've got ten more seconds if you'd like to share," Yunho encouraged. "If not, we can all just make our wishes together."
Yunho did a quiet countdown for the man, starting with ten and getting all the way to 2 before he finally whispered, "Her. I want her," and hung up. The phone beeped on the other end and all of the hair on your body stood up as goosebumps covered your skin. You recognized that voice...you knew he was supposed to be in jail and had somehow accessed a phone at exactly the right time.
Right away you called the studio to find out what number he had dialed from, praying it was from the prison. When they gave the first three digits you threw up.
He'd gotten out.
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You barely slept as those three words replayed in your brain over and over again. You called your lawyer to find out why you hadn't been notified that your stalker had gotten out on good behavior, but even he was stumped. He promised to follow up, so you dressed for work hoping the show would take your mind off things.
When Yunho rolled in at his usual precisely early time, he noticed your weird demeanor right away. Despite still being On Air, he opened the door to your studio and turned off your mic, setting up an extra song or two to cover for you.
"What's wrong?"
You gave the fakest smile possible and lied, "Nothing."
"I know you too well for that. Just tell me," he urged.
"Fine," you conceded. You didn't want to keep it from him anyways. After all, he'd testified at the trial since he'd witnessed a lot of the behaviors of your stalker...including the way he showed up to the studio pretending to be part of the cleaning crew. Yunho helped get him put away...he also needed to know he was out. "You know the weird wish you got last night?"
"I assume you're not talking about mozzarella man," Yunho teased, trying to lighten the mood as he pulled up a chair to sit across from you, eyes glued to your expression. He reached for your hand, hoping to comfort you, but it only helped him sense your fear.
"It was Colin. He got out."
Yunho was quiet for a long moment. The silence stretched long enough that you finally looked up from your intertwined hands, immediately wishing you hadn't. His jaw was locked so tightly that you could see the muscle ticking beneath his skin, and the concern that usually softened his features had been replaced by something far more unsettling. Anger. Not at you...never at you. At the situation. At the fact that he'd sat in a courtroom and testified against Colin only to find out months later that somehow he'd been released without anyone bothering to warn the woman he'd spent a year terrorizing. The longer Yunho sat there processing what you'd told him, the more obvious it became that he was struggling to keep his emotions under control.
"What do you mean he got out?" he finally asked.
You leaned forward into Yunho's chest to let him hold you. You both needed it. "I called the lawyer this morning, Yu. It was him."
Yunho held you tight and immediately jumped into fix-it mode. "Okay. Umm, why don't you stay with me for now? He doesn't know where I live and it'll be safer than staying alone. I can even take a few days off of work if you want me to help you move, or..."
"I can't," you breathed, heart racing nervously even though your decision had been made. "I can't let him keep controlling how I live my life."
"But (Y/N)," he began, but you interjected with a masked smile.
"Thanks for the coffee Yunho. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
"But..."
"And maybe we can get lunch on Saturday? I know you suck at cooking and haven't had real food in a while," you interrupted, trying to stick to comfortable conversations that didn't make your skin crawl.
"But..."
"Bye. See you tomorrow," you repeated, but as you tried to leave the studio, Yunho squeezed your hand.
"Stay safe, okay?" he pleaded, eyes fearful. You nodded, promising to do your best, and retreated before he could convince you to stay.
You were on high alert the entire walk to your car. Your keys were fixed between your fingers, ready to strike, and your heart thudded in your ears, drowning out any footsteps around you. Your gaze shifted across the pavement in fear of every shadow until you finally reached your car.
You jumped in eagerly, sighing in relief and letting the keys fall to your lap. "I made it," you told yourself, trying to settle before driving home.
"Yes you did," a voice rang out from behind you, clasping their palm over your mouth to silence your screams.
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Yunho texted you a dozen times that night to make sure you got home safely. He told himself he'd head over right after his show ended, but the minute he made it to his car, you finally answered.
Sorry, fell asleep. Being afraid for your life really takes a lot out of a girl
Yunho smiled at the message...not only because it meant you were safe, but because you were making a joke. Things seemed sort of normal despite everything going on.
So you missed my show? Wowwwwww, he teased.
Promise to catch it tomorrow <3
Yunho slipped his phone into his pocket and headed home. He was glad you were safe, even happier knowing that you seemed to be in good spirits. He decided he'd bring you an extra-large decaf coffee tomorrow try to bring a little smile to your face in the midst of the mess going on in your life, so when his shift rolled around the following day, he stopped by his usual coffee shop on his usual route. The barista looked like she had a question, yet she never brought herself to ask it.
In fact, everyone looked like they wanted to say something to him. They averted their gaze when he walked by instead of returning his smile, and they were overly polite in a way that made him feel strange.
When he got to the studio, he headed to the window to surprise you with your larger-than-normal treat, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Lucy behind the mic.
"And if anyone has any info on the whereabouts of (Y/N) please call in or call the police. And if you're listening (Y/N), we miss you. And we won't stop until we find you."
The drink slipped out of his hand and crashed to the ground. A decaf puddle melted into the carpet but he didn't care. He didn't care when a producer rushed to check on him or when Lucy offered to take his shift too. He couldn't care about anything except finding you.
Yunho strode past Lucy and took the seat at the mic. His voice was shaky when he introduced himself and his show, and he held back tears as he promised to do everything in his power to find you.
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Cold. Everything felt cold.
Your eyes fluttered open to find that you were on a concrete floor in a dark room made up of cinderblock walls and metal tool boxes. The only source of light was a low-hanging bulb that swung when the air conditioner clicked on. You shivered and pulled your legs to your chest, trying to preserve some warmth, only to realize your entire body was soaked.
"Ahh ahh ahh, what did I say about moving?" Colin taunted before spraying you again with the hose.
A lot of the water went into your nose, and you coughed it up while trembling even more from the cold air hitting your wet skin. Colin crouched down in front of you with an evil smirk. You tried to back away, but he grabbed your face in his hand, squeezing tight so that your cheeks puffed out.
"I was trying to be nice by not tying you up. Don't make me regret that," he warned.
You clutched your bruised jaw with a wince, wondering what you did to deserve any of this. All you'd done was try to live a normal life with a normal job. You found out in the trial that it was an interview with a wrestler that first made Colin interested in you. He had only heard your voice at that point but when he saw your face a few weeks later at a charity event, he knew he wanted you.
And now he had you.
"What do you want from me?" you asked. He clearly didn't want you dead or he would've done that already.
"Revenge," he answered simply as he slipped on a glove. "I want you to feel the pain I felt being locked up for four months. I'm going to keep you here for 132 days...the same amount of time I was jailed...and I'm going to make every day a new level of hell," he threatened, his jaw tight as he reached for the shears.
"What...what are you going to do with those?" you panicked, standing to try to run, only to find that there was only one door, and he was standing in the way.
"You can't wear your own clothes in jail, silly," he informed you as he stepped closer. "So take them off or I'll cut you out of them."
"Colin, I..." you tried to argue, protectively crossing your arms over yourself, but he wasn't in the mood to listen.
He opened the shears and snapped them shut, making it very clear the options were strip or risk an accidentally fatal cutting injury. You tore off your shirt and pants and handed them over with a soaked plop to the ground.
You covered yourself as much as you could and Colin turned around to retrieve a gray sweatpants and hoodie set that he'd apparently stolen from the high school a town over as it had a bulldog on it. "There, was that so hard?" he asked as he threw the new clothes at you.
You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes and dressed in the new clothes. Colin watched as you covered your skin and finally put the shears down to hold your cheek again.
"What do we say when we're given a gift?" he muttered, his lips dangerously close to yours.
"Th-Thank you," you whispered, too afraid to look into his eyes.
"Good," he praised as he brushed your bruised skin. "I'll be back tomorrow with breakfast."
He turned to head out, but pressed a button on the old, dusty radio by the door before he did so. Just as Colin left, Yunho's voice echoed in the room.
"I know I usually let everyone out there have a chance to make a wish, but I really need to use the time to make one for myself tonight," he began as he choked back tears. "(Y/N) is missing. She's missing and I'm pretty sure her stalker has her. I'm posting a photo of him now, but if anyone sees Colin Rutherford, call the police immediately."
"Yunho..." you cried as you held the radio to your chest. You should've known he'd realize right away what happened.
"And as for my wish? I wish to see my best friend again...alive and happy."
You sobbed and clutched the device like a lifeline. If Yunho was out there searching, you knew he wouldn't stop until you were found.
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"Rise and shine!" Colin shouted as he banged a spoon against a pot before dropping it to the ground in front of you. In it was oatmeal...plain and gross-looking oatmeal.
"Careful, it's cold," he joked as he sat in the chair across from you to watch you grimace through every bite. Outside the train clattered by, making the lightbulb swing from its closeness.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked as he kicked his feet up onto one of the tool cabinets.
"Like you care," you retorted.
"I resent that," he scoffed. "I gave you fresh clothes and made you breakfast, didn't I? I even let you listen to your boy wonder last night."
You took another disgusting bite and fought the bile rising in your throat. You'd need strength if you had any chance of getting out of this alive.
"He's kind of pathetic though, isn't he? Crying on air?" he sneered. "Yikes. Not hot at all."
"He's not pathetic. He's hurt," you argued. "What's pathetic is kidnapping someone because you suck at making friends and getting women the legal way. Tell me, is this going the way you planned?"
Colin stood and walked forward to tower over you. He could do anything and nobody was there to stop it, so you braced yourself for pain...a kick or a slap...but instead he clenched his teeth and fist. "You're a real bitch, aren't you?"
"No I'm..." you began, but you felt so dizzy you couldn't finish your thought. "What's happening to me?"
Colin helped guide you to lie on the floor, a devious smile dancing on his lips. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to take food from strangers?"
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You woke up feeling groggy. You were still in the same room in the same clothes with the same radio on the same station. Colin wasn't there anymore but he'd left a bag on the table.
You stood to examine it and nearly fell over from the dizziness. Instead, you crawled, hand and knees shaking through every inch until you finally reached the bag and tugged it to the floor.
Inside were a few toiletry items and a receipt from Lou's Drug Store. He must've knocked you out so you wouldn't try to escape while he wasn't there. You tore through the bag and changed your underwear and brushed your teeth. He'd had a bucket in the corner for you to use for days but with toilet paper in hand, you finally permitted yourself to pee.
You felt dehumanized but you had enough hope to hold onto when Yunho's show began again. Maybe the hope was the worst part... without it maybe you'd be strong enough to take the bag over your face until you couldn't breathe anymore...but the hope made you sip some water and listen to the songs that felt too happy play in the little room.
You had to turn up the volume when the train passed by again, but a loud Yunho was better than no Yunho.
"For those just tuning in, this is You Know Yunho. We received a few calls about a man matching the description of Colin Rutherford leaving a convenience store earlier today. We're still tracking any whereabouts of (Y/N)'s green Honda Civic or Colin's last known address. If you have any tips for me, please call in, or call the police," Yunho pleaded, asking the public for help instead of the other way around.
"You'd better make that toothpaste last," Colin said from the doorway, his voice slicing through the air and sending chills down your spine. "Your boy wonder has everyone looking for me."
"Of course he does," you answered, imagining Yunho worried for you at all hours of the night. "He won't stop until I'm found because he's a good person."
"So he can send hundreds of people to stalk me but I'm the one who gets arrested? What a fucked up system," he complained with an annoyed shake of his head.
"Looking for me isn't stalking, Colin. It's saving."
"Saving? Fine, you save him then. Convince him you're okay or I'll kill him," he threatened.
"What?" you asked, eyes wide and heart stuttering as more fear ran through you than ever before.
"We're calling the Wish Line and you're going to convince him that you're fine, got it?"
"I can't...he'll see right through me, Colin. Just let him keep looking. He won't find us, I swear," you begged.
"Then put on a good show," he taunted. "We go live in 7."
Colin left for a little bit but returned with a cracked prepaid phone. It looked like it had been run over by a car, but somehow he was still able to make it dial. You listened for the familiar sound of Yunho's voice, but Colin pulled the phone away right when he answered to warn you again, "Don't try anything, got it?"
You gulped nervously but nodded just as he returned the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" Yunho said as if he'd repeated it a few times.
"Hi, Yu. It's me," you began, tears streaming down your cheeks. You missed him more than anything, and honestly hadn't thought you'd get to talk to him ever again.
"(Y/N)," he breathed, voice shaking already. "Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm okay," you lied, the words falling from your lips just as a train passed by. You had to plug your other ear just to hear him.
"Where are you? I'll come get you," he offered. It was clear he hadn't believed you but knew better than to argue.
"Sorry, can you repeat that? The train is really loud," you said, hoping he'd take the hint. You were by a railroad...or beneath one from the sounds of it.
Colin didn't catch onto your comment, and instead urged you to hang up.
"I have to go," you whispered, obeying orders since it was what would keep you both safe. "But stop looking for me, Yu. Okay?"
"I can't," he begged. "I need to see you again (Y/N). I can't just let him take you away from us."
"I wish nothing more than to do another Friday Night Lights special at Bulldog field with you, but we can't," you cried. "You have to let me go."
Yunho sucked back a sob and replied, "Your wish is my command," before hanging up.
"Great!" Colin clapped his hands together cheerfully. "Now we see if boy wonder can take a hint...and leave us alone."
You prayed he could...because Yunho knew better than anyone how much you hated that football segment. But that school was by the train tracks, and Lou's was right nearby. It gave him a starting point that he and the cops would work their way out from. The train was the biggest clue, though. You just wished there was a window or something you could use to see even the slightest sliver of outside to help guide him should you get another chance to call.
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For three seconds after the call, Yunho said nothing. He played the next song without a segment sign-off and crossed the room where his producer was sitting by the soundboard with his hand over his mouth in shock.
"She hates Friday Night Lights," he mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth trying to figure out why you'd mentioned it.
"What?"
"She hates that segment. She thinks the students are obnoxious and the parents are pushy since they're always trying to get their kid spotlighted. She even hates the way the train drowns out her voice so she has to hold the mic super close to her mouth..." Yunho paused his walking and glanced up with wide eyes. "The train. There's a train by Eastridge. And a Lou's."
"You don't think..."
"I've gotta go!" Yunho shouted, already dialing the police as his producer shouted behind him.
"What about the show?"
"You do it!" Yunho called back as he ran out the door and jumped into his car. He told the police what he knew and went against their orders to stand down. He was going to find you if it was the last thing he did.
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The train drove overhead again, and Colin watched as you perked your ears to listen. He squinted at you as if assessing why your behavior had suddenly changed before he grunted and tossed the radio to the ground, plastic pieces flying everywhere.
You gasped and tried to run away, shoving him off once he straddled you to the ground. "What did you do?" he fought as you tried to get free before finally sealing his hand over your throat. "You mentioned the school...why?"
"I was just...thinking about work," you lied as you gagged for air. "I didn't know what else to say."
"Liar!" he screamed. "Why the fuck did you mention the school?"
The train's roar faded into the distance. With it came the anxious sound of Yunho's voice cutting through the night. "(Y/N)!" he called. "(Y/N)! Where are you?"
Colin slammed your head against the concrete. Blood began to pool and your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to hold on to Yunho's voice. "I'm here," you called out, voice weak from the lack of oxygen you were still recovering from.
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Warm. Everything was warm when you woke up.
The room was lit by a bright fluorescent bulb and the bed beneath you was covered in blankets. You sank into them with a contented hum, the sound drawing a snoring Yunho from his chair.
"Hey," he cried as he looked into your eyes for the first time in days. "How do you feel?"
"I never thought I'd rather be at a football game," you complained with a wince. Your head hurt like hell and everywhere felt limp.
"How did I get out?" you asked. It was then that you noticed the gash in Yunho's cheek that had clearly been stitched up recently.
"I found you," he said. "Don't worry," he began upon seeing the worry in your features. "The police showed up before he could mess me up too bad."
"Yunho..." you whimpered, holding in all of the crying you'd kept in for days. "Thank you."
"You wished to be saved. I couldn't leave you down there," he smiled softly, careful not to touch anywhere that you were hurt, though he still held your hand. You were about to ask how he knew where you were when his expression shifted from relief to anger. In one instant he was looking at you so softly you felt like a cloud and in another, he was crying with darkened eyes. “You promised me you’d stay safe, (Y/N). Do you have any idea how terrifying it was to know he had you? To know there was nothing I could do?”
“I know,” you replied through tears. “I was afraid, too. I was so careful, Yu. I walked to the car with my keys in my fist. I checked between every car and listened for every footstep, but I couldn’t have planned for him to be in my car.”
Yunho fell to his knees and kissed your hand, letting all of the emotions he’d held back come spilling out. He’d been so strong for you, just as you had for him. You urged him to stand and pulled him into bed with you to hold him, to let his familiar frame encompass you after such a horrible few days.
“I got the call this morning that he is pleading guilty,” Yunho said with a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll go with you to the deposition, but he’s going to be put away for a long time.”
“Unless he gets out again,” you frowned, fearing that the system would let you down again.
Yunho exhaled and held you closer before resting his cheek on your head to tuck you beneath his chin. “They got him on murder (Y/N). He’s not getting out.”
You froze. Your blood ran cold and you were sure you’d forgotten to breathe. The heart rate monitor behind you was going crazy, but Yunho reminded you to inhale, walking through the motions with you until you could listen.
“M-Murder?” you stuttered.
“He killed the owner of the house,” Yunho explained. “I’m so glad you didn’t know, baby. It was horrifying. You’ve been through enough.”
You tried to process everything that was just said. Your brain jumped from image to image of gruesome, gory deaths, but one word stuck out among them all. “Baby?”
Even Yunho couldn’t hold back the little laugh that left his lips. “That’s what you got from all that?”
You shrugged and nuzzled closer, deciding that all of the bad stuff could be dissected another time. “Say it again.”
Yunho kissed the top of your head and stroked his hand down your back as you drifted back to sleep. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe now.”
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It had been 5 days.
5 days since Yunho rescued you.
5 days of being afraid to be alone and forcing him to stay in your studio apartment with you.
5 days of having food delivered and refusing to open the door until they were halfway down the hall.
Yunho watched with pity and pride at the way you had adapted to these new fears. Pity for the woman who couldn’t just live anymore…and pride that despite all the horrible things you were still there and still trying.
You settled into the couch beside him, offering him his caffeine fix just as he clicked on the news. The story about your kidnapping replayed every few minutes and you quickly changed channels to watch some stupid, brainless reality show instead.
“I wonder if Chad and Michayla will end up together,” you wondered as Yunho observed the shakiness of your hand thanks to the neighbor’s dog that had begun barking in the hallway. It was the newest perk of your post-Colin life. Panic at every little sound.
“I thought we wanted her to be with Cooper,” he reminded you.
“No,” you said with a mouthful of decaf. “Cooper was caught kissing Tiffany H on the last episode, remember?”
“Oh right,” he mumbled, clearly uninterested in the drama on the island.
You set your takeout down and turned to him, trying to figure out what was wrong. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, of course not,” he answered immediately, which meant he was being honest. “I just…you haven’t really talked about what happened,” he said in a quiet voice as if he were afraid to scare you off.
You turned the tv down, allowing the neon swimsuits to flash silently onto the screen. “Colin happened, Yunho. He reminded me that I wasn’t safe no matter how much I tried and I just don’t want to pop the bubble we’re in yet. I know I can’t stay forever in this little 440 square foot box, but I’m not ready to be beyond it yet.”
“I understand, (Y/N),” he answered gently. “But I just want to make sure you’re not ignoring your feelings and hoping they’ll go away.”
“I wish they would,” you whispered, hoping beyond hope that Yunho could genie your way out of having to remember what it was like to be on edge and scared for your life every second of every day.
He reached for you and pulled you to sit against his chest. His hand snaked around your waist, and you let yourself be held by him. In his arms was where you felt the safest.
“If I could take it all away, I would,” he sighed. “You deserve so much more than what you went through.”
“Maybe one day I’ll be able to grant your wish,” you said in a quiet voice. “Maybe one day I’ll be happy…alive and happy.”
“You will,” he promised. “And until then, I’ll be here to remind you that your life didn’t end in that basement.”
“It feels like it did,” you reminded him, the image of snapping shears making you on edge.
“I know it does,” he muttered. “But it didn’t. And you’ll realize that soon enough.”
You felt so lucky to have Yunho to support you. He wouldn’t give up until you came back emotionally just as you had physically. Until then, you could at least pretend things were better by resting against his chest and letting his heart steady yours. You were grateful it was softer than the roar of the train…and yet it was so much stronger.
You’d only just shut your eyes when Yunho’s whisper broke through the silence.
“It’s 11:11,” he informed you with a kiss. “Want to make a wish?”
You stirred and turned into his neck with a kiss, realizing that he’d somehow carried you to bed without waking you. “I wish I could erase the past,” you said, exhaling in contentment when he kissed your forehead.
“I wish for healing. I wish that the past could stay in the past so you could move on and be happy.”
Yunho was always selfless with his wishes.
“I wish I could be happy, too,” you yawned. It was the first time you’d wished for something new, and you could feel his heart flutter at the words.
“See,” he hummed as he squeezed you tighter. “You’re making progress already.”
You had just perfected your lipstick when your friend texted to wish you good luck. She'd set you up with a coworker she claimed had the nonchalant vibe you were always attracted to while secretly being a teddy bear deep down.
She refused to tell you his name but called the restaurant ahead of time to book table 12. According to her, it was lucky, as she'd had her first date there with her now-husband.
You replied that you'd let her know how it went and began the short walk to the date. Despite being 5 minutes early, the hostess let you know that he'd already arrived and was waiting for you. She guided you to the table as you brushed your nervous palms on your dress, and gushed over how handsome he was. You smiled politely at her and tried to guess which table was yours, scanning each one for a single empty seat.
It was then that you saw him...Choi Jongho.
He furrowed his brows as you approached, similarly confused by the strange coincidence, and then bit his lip when he saw what you had on...the same dress you'd been wearing the first night you met.
"The waiter will be right over," the hostess informed you while licking her lips at Jongho. She turned back for another glance while heading back to the front of the restaurant.
"Nice dress," he smirked while shamelessly checking you out.
"She didn't tell me it was you," you assured him, heart pounding at the sight of his large, familiar hands reaching for the bottle of wine he'd already ordered. He poured you a glass before taking a sip of his own.
"I didn't know either, but I have to say...what a pleasant surprise," he mused, likely recalling the last time you saw each other from the look of pure sex on his face.
"Is it? I'm pretty sure I recall you telling me you weren't looking for anything serious," you snarked. The words echoed in your mind...and the image of him pressing you against the wall, his breath warm on your neck.
"Things change," he shrugged, leaning back with a casual yet cocky display as he tilted his head to get a peek at your thighs where your dress had ridden up. It was incredibly short, and he knew sitting down would nearly expose you.
"Things change?" you retorted with a roll of your eyes. "In a week?"
Jongho leaned forward and twiddled a breadstick between his fingers, "You seem pretty upset that I hadn't been willing to commit til now...which is odd considering how much you begged me to fuck you after I was honest about where my head was at."
You choked on the wine, red droplets splattering across the white tablecloth. Jongho was clearly amused by the effect he had on you, but you refused to sit there any longer and play nice...especially when he had ghosted you.
You stood just as the waiter approached and snatched your purse from where it hung on the chair. You weren't going to subject yourself to any more of Jongho's teasing. If he had wanted you, he would've gotten in touch after last week.
You'd just made it to your street when you felt someone reach for your arm. You turned to unsurprisingly find Jongho standing there, his hair in disarray from chasing after you, his cheeks flushed, and his chest rising with every breath.
"Jongho, it's clear you didn't want anything serious with me, so why are you..." you began, but he interjected with a kiss.
He held your face in those strong hands of his, and you went limp in the safety of his touch, lips moving before your brain could even think to react. Your heart raced and breathing became secondary to the way he felt against your lips.
He pressed his forehead to yours when he was done, eyes softly shut and lips parted as he let out shaky exhales. You didn't move...you weren't sure why. You'd been so ready to leave dinner and now you were turned to stone by his touch.
"I lost your number," he murmured, his confession making your head spin.
"You what?"
"You wrote it on a napkin (Y/N)," he reminded you with a teasing smile. "It got soaked in the rain when I walked you back. I would've called you if I had it," he promised, eyes darkening in lust.
"You could've just asked Lara for my number," you told him, lips parting as his thumb traced your bottom lip, seemingly tempted to attempt another kiss.
"She seemed so excited to set me up on a date, though," he chuckled. "But I had guessed it was with you considering she described you as both stubborn and gorgeous."
"I'm not stubborn," you argued.
Jongho smiled and reached for your hand, "Can I walk you home?" he asked.
“No,” you retorted with crossed arms. “How do I know you’re not just looking to fuck me again and never call?”
“Don’t you think Lara asked the same question?” he taunted. “She made me prove it to her, too. She made me beg.”
“She made you beg?” you repeated, imagining how good he’d look on his knees in front of you.
“Yes,” he answered as he held your face with one hand, already inching forward for another kiss as you felt his breath dance across your lips.
“Beg me then,” you suggested before he could, mind dizzy from how close he was.
He smirked and slowly dropped to one knee in front of you before taking your hand. “(Y/N), please allow me the honor of walking you home. I swear I want more than sex. I want you in every way,” he promised.
“As in you want me in bed and against the door and on the kitchen counter?” you asked, determined to test the legitimacy of his words.
“Yes,” he teased with shining eyes as he imagined it despite the eye roll you gave him. “But I also want you at breakfast and dinner. And in the park on picnics and at karaoke making fools of ourselves. I see more for us than a one night stand, (Y/N).”
You sucked in a breath, wishing you could take a picture of the exact moment he looked up at you, the exact moment you realized he was being honest.
You felt nervous about what this meant but nodded before wiping the red smear off his lips where your makeup had transferred. He seemed pleased to be cared for by you, and stood just as a passerby slapped him on the back and congratulated you both on the proposal.
You went to correct the stranger, but Jongho just thanked him and kissed your cheek adoringly. “She’s perfect isn’t she?”
The comment made you blush as flurries fluttered in your stomach, and he took your hand to walk you the rest of the way home, sensing he’d earned it. He happily swung your hands back and forth until you reached your stoop.
"I'm not letting you in this time," you warned him as he ascended the steps.
"I assumed as much," he answered, appearing unbothered and still pleased he made it this far.
"I don't want this to all be about sex."
"Me either," he vowed as he held open your door.
"I need more than that," you confessed despite refusing to let go of his hand. You had unconsciously pulled him inside, and he turned to exit again when you pressed him against the door and locked it.
He eyed you suspiciously, but made no attempts to move. You undressed him in your mind and leaned in for a kiss, hands falling to his collar and teasing the top button of his dress shirt while recalling how good he’d felt last week.
Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he let his hands fall to your waist and back, careful not to push you too far. Still, you pulled away briefly with flushed cheeks, recalling all of the ways he’d fucked you last week.
“It can be a little bit about sex, right?” you asked, heart and mind at odds as your brain fought to stay in control while your body fought to be beneath him again.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth, pupils dilated as if he were imagining tearing your clothes apart. "I should at least take you to dinner first," he offered, though he didn't seem to be very persistent in making sure that happened.
"You did take me..." you sighed as you leaned in to kiss his neck. Jongho shivered from the feeling, his hands falling to your waist as you moved higher until you took his earlobe between your teeth. He hissed and cupped your ass, body growing tense beneath you. "...but if you're still hungry I have something you can eat," you teased, pulling back just to see how gone he was.
He gave up and leaned back against the doorway before letting you to pull him towards your room. Jongho kept tugging down his pants as the crotch grew tight, and you spun around quickly to lie back on the bed, your dress flying up when you did so.
Jongho let out a desperate breath and crawled over you, lips kissing up your calf and then your thigh before dragging his fingers towards your thong and pulling it out from under your dress.
He groaned as the pink lace was pulled down your calves until eventually he held the pink lace in his fist like a prize. "This is some pretty sexy underwear for a first date," he pointed out as he spread your legs and leaned in to kiss your thigh.
You gasped and arched a little, body sensing every little breath. "I like to feel my best on a first date," you told him, breath hastening when he kissed your bikini line.
"Mmm, I can help with that," he muttered before flattening his warm tongue against your cunt.
“Jongho,” you whimpered as he dug his fingers into your skin, holding you open for him. His tongue slid through you again, this time grazing your clit. You twitched and felt your breath hitch, veins tightening when he did it again and again, earning needy hums from your parted lips.
“So fucking sweet,” he praised as he began exploring beneath your dress, hands roaming with no plan and touching just to touch. Your skin ignited in goosebumps, hips dragging forward and back across his lips, seeking your end.
Jongho became louder. His moans vibrated through your core all the way to your curled toes and quivering lips. He squeezed your hips and pulled you in closer, buried deeper between your legs where you hoped he’d stay forever.
It was your fault that he couldn’t.
One second he was sinking his tongue into you and the other you were shaking violently from the orgasmic rush that filled you, thighs clenching around his head and fist tugging on his hair to earn some relief.
You cried his name and managed to escape to pleasure for just a moment before his tongue found you again and prolonged the high until you collapsed in a fit of moans with eyes pinched shut and your core trembling.
He pulled away when you went limp, satisfied with how well you had responded for him. He undid the zipper of his dress pants to finally free his hardened member, but before he could sink in, you begged him to wait a moment in a breathless voice.
Jongho massaged your thighs and leaned forward to kiss your cheek, listening when you pulled him to lie down so you could cuddle into his chest. After something so intense, you needed his warmth to ground you.
He wrapped his arms around you, and kissed your forehead, hushing your little aftershocks until you could settle and open your eyes. He looked concerned when your gaze finally met his, eyes softening as he noticed every little tremble of your breath.
“Too much?” he fretted as he tucked your hair behind your ears.
“Too good,” you answered. “You’re dangerous,” you laughed.
He calmed down when he saw your smile and tucked you right beneath his chin.
“Aren’t we going to…” you began, but he interjected with a kiss.
“Next time,” he promised, before pressing his lips to yours again. “You’ve had enough for one night.”
“But you’re still…”
“Happy to be here with you if you don’t mind if I stay.”
You hummed happily and pressed yourself closer. “Of course you can,” you permitted, allowing yourself a momentary glimpse of what it might be like to have him here every night.
“And in the morning I’ll get your number in my phone this time,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”
content warning: reader as an idol; inexperienced I.N.; sex; fake dating
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You hadn't meant for it to happen.
One minute you were singing karaoke with your friends and the next you were curled up with a trash can tossing up your guts. Someone was holding your hair back for you, and you were endlessly grateful though you only thanked them with another gag.
They rubbed your back and offered you a glass of water... the silver cross ring was the only indication of who they were, as you'd noticed it earlier while he was taking his turn on the mic, doing a very tipsy rendition of Pink Venom.
You took the glass and leaned back against the wall to try to settle. The room was spinning and you looked up at Jeongin, pleading for help. "I dunno what happened," you complained as you sipped the water.
"I think you may have mixed up our glasses," he frowned. "Mine was straight vodka and yours was just a vodka Red Bull."
"I thought it tasted weird," you slurred.
He chuckled and moved the sweaty hair off your forehead. "Come on. Let me get you home," he offered.
"You're good to drive?" you gawked, impressed with his tolerance.
"No," he snorted. "But my driver is on their way. I can have him stop by your place."
You nodded in agreement and held your hands up, silently begging for help to stand which he clumsily gave. You fell against his chest, laughing, and he put his arm around you to steady you on the walk outside. His car was already there, and he opened the door for you to fall onto the seat before joining you from the other side.
You fell asleep before he'd even sat down. The last thing you felt was him sliding closer and helping you put your seatbelt on.
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You woke up hungover. The lights were too bright and your mouth was too dry.
You stood, eyes barely open, and stumbled towards your bathroom where you sobered up quickly upon realizing that what should've been a toilet was Jeongin's bed.
He was lying there shirtless with the cutest bed head you'd ever seen. He grumbled when he heard his door open and rubbed his eyes before smiling lazily at you. "Good morning," he yawned.
"I...I'm sorry," you gasped before shutting the door.
You navigated down the hall to the actual bathroom where your reflection told you two things: 1. You needed to be sponsored by your setting spray company because everything still looked decent and 2. Jeongin had changed you out of your dress. You were now in one of his t-shirts that hung down to your thighs like a dress.
You finished peeing and brushed your teeth with your finger to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth. You couldn't find a cup so you drank a little water from the faucet before heading back to his room. You knocked lightly and headed inside once he called for you to come in.
"I take it you don't remember what happened last night," he joked as he sat up in his bed, allowing the comforter to pool at his waist as his expose his muscled torso to you. You couldn't remember when he'd ever been so lean before.
"I barely remembered my name last night let alone how I ended up here," you laughed awkwardly.
Jeongin grinned, his dimples deepening as he did so. "Well you switched up our drinks and got pretty trashed, so I tried to get you home, but you fell asleep before I could get your address to give to my driver."
"I fell asleep in your car?" you winced, feeling frightened by what you could've said before or after that.
"Don't worry, it was cute." He smiled as if he truly meant it which eased your nerves a little. "I carried you upstairs and had to get your dress off since you'd gotten sick..."
"Oh god," you groaned as you buried your face in your hands.
"I washed it and laid it out to dry," he assured you, misreading your body language as worry for the dress rather than complete and utter embarrassment. "And then you fell asleep."
"Thank you for getting me somewhere safe. I probably would've ended up passed out on the street if it hadn't been for you."
"Anytime," he answered sweetly before hopping out of bed. "Up for some breakfast?" he asked as he strode past you in just his sweatpants which hung low on his hips.
You tried to keep your gaze where it was appropriate to look, but he was making it really difficult. You followed him to the kitchen where his muscles flexed as he reached for the pancake mix in his cabinet. He smirked when he caught you staring and ripped into the box just as his phone began to ring.
Your gaze followed him back towards his room where he answered in a whisper before shutting his door. It seemed to be something private so you began mixing the pancake batter and heating up his stove. You'd already made 4 perfectly fluffy pancakes by the time he returned—now in a shirt.
"Ta-da!" you cheered as you presented his breakfast to him.
He thanked you with a nervous smile but set the plate down on the counter before turning to you with a serious and sickly look. "That was JYP."
"Oh?" You'd only met him a handful of times as your group wasn't as popular as Stray Kids. Sure you were under his company but he didn't concern himself with groups still performing the smaller circuits.
"Apparently, some STAY followed us to the karaoke bar last night," he began.
Your eyes grew wide. "Did they catch them?"
"No, but... they took some pictures of us," he explained as he flashed his phone to show you the giggly mess you'd been as you leaned against his chest. There were also photos of you getting into his car as well as heading into his building which meant they'd followed you to his apartment.
"Jeongin..." you sighed as you shook your head and stared at the images. Beneath them were comments flooding the feed shaming him for going against STAY and degrading you for being a slut. He put his phone in his pocket before you could read too many of those.
"JYP said we broke his rules about casual public relations between men and women or something like that." He rolled his eyes as he spoke, very clearly not agreeing with such guidelines.
"Am I going to be fired?" you fretted, hands and voice shaking at the thought of losing everything you'd worked so hard for over a stupid drink at a karaoke bar.
"No, no. Hey," Jeongin soothed as he reached for you. He pulled you against his chest and secured his arms around you.
Tears began to fall and you looked up at him while sobbing, "I don't matter to him as much as you do. He could replace me or...scrap my group or..."
"I won't let him," he vowed as he stroked his hand gently up and down your back. "It'll be okay. I promise."
"How can you be so sure?" you asked through sniffles.
"Because I'll convince him that our punishments should be equal. He wouldn't kick me out or cancel Stray Kids, so it will keep him from firing you or the rest of Lost Girls."
"You don't deserve to be punished for taking care of me."
He shrugged and smiled softly in a way that made your heart skip. "It was my drink that got you so wasted. Besides, it was fun seeing you let loose. You're always so strict with your work and time."
"I'll be more fun once we make it," you told him.
He frowned and tucked your hair behind your ear, "You should enjoy the journey, too."
Before you could respond to how sweet he was, your phone buzzed at the same time as Jeongin's.
You scurried to the couch to check your messages and eyed him after you read it, heart thudding anxiously at the realization that you were about to have a private meeting with JYP.
"It'll be okay," Jeongin repeated. "I'll give you a sweater to wear over your dress."
He headed off to change as you stood there frozen in the living room imagining all of the ways it could go wrong. It was only when he reminded you that the meeting was in 20 minutes that you slipped on the satin with one of his sweaters as a top.
You shared the bathroom to fix your hair as he brushed his teeth and headed out the door with no time to spare. JYP's office was on the top floor, and you'd never been allowed up there before.
You fidgeted nervously with one of your rings while Jeongin watched from the other side of the elevator. He kept smiling as if it would calm you down but all it did was remind you that he wasn't in any real danger of being fired no matter how determined he was to keep the punishments equal.
"Ahh if it isn't the two love birds," JYP greeted with a tinge of annoyance in his voice immediately upon the elevator doors opening.
You were already close to crying. You bit the inside of your cheek and forced a professional bow before taking a seat across from him. Jeongin chose to stand, and he leaned against your chair as if he were protecting you.
"You two have caused quite the scandal," he began, eyes boring into you. "I expect the pushing of boundaries from our successful idols...but from you (Y/N)," he added as he shook his head in disappointment. "I've fired people for less."
You were just about to grovel for forgiveness when Jeongin placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "However you decide to punish her, you'll have to use it to punish me as well. It's my fault she got drunk, and I should've used more resources to get her home safely without breaking any rules."
"You blame yourself for her getting drunk? As an idol, she should learn her limits."
"Our drinks got mixed up," he argued. "So what'll it be then? Are you really going to tell STAY you fired their maknae for getting a drunk friend somewhere safe?"
JYP clenched his jaw and glared at the two of you. It was clear he wasn't used to being told what to do
"Her reputation is already ruined, you know," JYP explained. "Even if I do nothing, her career is already jeopardized if not canceled."
You squeezed Jeongin's hand on your shoulder as your lip began to quiver. Years and years of training had all been nothing compared to a single drink.
"It won't be over if we just say we're dating," he suggested.
"What?" you and JYP said simultaneously. It was the last thing you ever expected him to say.
"Why not?" Jeongin shrugged. "We're friends anyway, so it'll give us a chance to hang out without having to be in dark corners of a karaoke bar at midnight. Plus, you can't deny that the pictures were cute, so you know that we photograph well together."
You eyed JYP, wondering how he'd take it. He seemed to think it over as he scrolled through the photos that had leaked onto social media before turning and throwing his hands up in defeat.
"Fine. We'll try it your way. I didn't want to lose a talented dancer anyway," he sighed.
"Thank you!" you praised as the tears finally fell. You'd been so tense and sick the entire meeting that everything decided to release at once
"Lunch?" Jeongin grinned as he held out his hand.
You took it, realizing that this was going to be your new norm. Just as you approached the elevator JYP called out, "I'll leak the story this evening. Have fun." You were surprised by how genuine he sounded.
Jeongin waved goodbye, and you leaned against him, feeling drowned in relief. "I can't tell you how grateful I am."
"Me too," he grinned. "Now STAY can stop assuming I'm dating everyone I look at for too long."
You laughed and let him lead you to a cafe a block over. Some STAY were already posted outside of JYP HQ, and you could feel them following you with every step.
"Is your life always so...monitored?"
Jeongin quickly glanced behind him before whispering, "I've gotten used to it since I debuted so young, but yeah...it's a little weird isn't it?"
"Maybe we can get you a disguise," you joked.
"Han has a horse mask I can borrow," he offered playfully, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
You laughed so hard you nearly cried as you imagined him wearing that on a date. "I was thinking more along the lines of a fake mustache, but the horse mask will do."
He grinned so wide that his dimples showed, and then he held open the door for you. The cafe was warm and bright, and after ordering, Jeongin guided you to his usual table in the back corner while waiting for his panini and matcha. "So...what do you think a real couple would do at lunch?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...I've never gotten to date anyone before," he confessed. "I've always had rules against it, and I started training when I was just 14, so I never really had time for it."
"I never realized that," you frowned. You felt sad for him. He missed out on something so normal just to keep his career intact.
"So what would a real couple do on a lunch date? Do we sit beside each other or across? Do we hold hands or share food?"
"Definitely across from each other," you began. "And we can share dessert if you want? I got a lemon tart."
"Okay," he smiled shyly just as the food was set down.
Jeongin spent most of the meal asking more questions about dating and what real dates were like, and it began to dawn on you just how sheltered he'd been due to his idol status.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" you asked.
"Of course," he answered with flushed cheeks as he took a bite of the lemon tart.
"Have you done anything more than that?" you wondered. He seemed so innocent and looked up with embarrassed wide eyes before answering with nothing but a shake of his head.
"I...I don't see how that's possible? Women fling themselves at you every day," you gawked. Jeongin had gotten a lot taller lately and a lot stronger. He oozed confidence and charisma...and yet inside he was still so inexperienced when it came to relationships with the opposite sex.
"It was always against the rules," he shrugged as if it were reason enough.
"I guess I thought it was just a temporary part of the contract to keep groups focused until they were established," you frowned.
"Nope," he answered, popping the last syllable playfully. You were in awe of how unbothered he seemed. Most men would've thrown a fit being forced to be celibate for a week...Jeongin had done it for years. "What about you? Have you ever..." he trailed off, unsure how to ask something so private.
You nodded, wondering how he would feel about that…and why it mattered so much to you what he thought. "I didn't start training until I was 20. I dated before then but nobody since due to the contract."
"And you two...had sex?" he asked as if the word were a foreign concept.
"Yes," you told him honestly, watching as his expression peaked in curiosity.
"And was it..." he began before a fan ran over with an eager look and a high-pitched squeal. She offered up a skzoo for him to sign and gushed over how cute he was in person. You felt invisible during the brief interaction, but it was preferable compared to what happened next. Right as the fan left, Jeongin turned to apologize for the disruption. The very same fan noticed his hand on yours and tossed their coffee at the window at you as if to use you for target practice.
You jumped with a frightened shriek and instinctively squeezed Jeongin's hand. He turned in surprise to see the same girl running off down the street. “You’re okay,” he repeated over and over in a hushed voice. The softness of it pulled you out of the shock, and you plastered on a fake smile while lying to him. "I'm fine."
It terrified you that his fans were so possessive. What would happen when JYP made it official?
"Come on," he said softly while extending his hand. "Let's wait out the announcement at my place."
"How about mine?" you suggested, wanting to get out of the public eye as soon as possible. "It's closer."
Jeongin agreed, and you held his hand on the short walk, aware of every little sound. You could hear a few people whispering behind you. They'd laugh now and then, and turned down the same streets you did. You braced yourself for another drink to be thrown, and glanced behind you when you finally reached your building only to realize they weren’t even paying attention to you. They simply happened to be walking in the same direction.
"I feel paranoid," you confessed on the elevator up to your place. “I feel like everybody is out to get me now that they think I’m with you.”
Jeongin frowned and brushed his thumb across your hand. "It'll get easier," he promised.
You sighed and leaned against his shoulder, hoping that was true. After all, he’d been dealing with this for years. Once in your place, you excused yourself to go shower and change. You felt sticky from the bar last night and wanted fresh clothes...and fresh breath.
Jeongin waited patiently and was flipping through the coffee book when you returned gazing at the photos. "That book contains images of every country in the world. I always imagined taking my own photos when on tour and replacing the pictures as we explored new places."
He smiled and put his arm out as you sat down. It was strange how comfortable it was to play relationship with him.
"Where do you want to visit most?" he inquired.
"Sweden," you grinned as you recalled page 47 of your book. The buildings were so colorful and bright, a stark contrast to the snowy backdrop.
"I didn't expect that," he laughed. "I remember being most excited about Brazil and the states because every concert clip I had seen was so wild and fun."
You shrugged, "I like the idea of more intimate places."
A flicker of something unreadable flashed across his face and was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Jeongin spread his legs more and got comfortable while swiping through his phone, and you settled against him while watching TV. Now and then you’d peek at his screen and see the comments from the photos last night. It was nice to see some people defend you…and scary how many people thought they owned him.
When the announcement from JYP came, your phones began buzzing with insistent messages from friends and family and shock from both groups' members. You tried to reply to everyone but quickly became overwhelmed once socials began flooding with pictures from that day and images of your building. You suddenly felt unsafe and worried they'd try to hurt you.
“Jeongin…” you panicked with wide eyes as you showed him the picture of you two entering your apartment.
Jeongin took your phone and set it on the table with his after turning both of them off.
"You need a distraction," he said, eyes softening at the concern marking every one of your features. You bit your lip nervously and pinched his shirt to help ground yourself.
"Like what?" you asked, open to anything that would ease the stress.
"Truth or dare?" he questioned, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Truth or dare?" you repeated with a nervous laugh. "Really?”
He shrugged while flashing his adorable dimples at you. "Could be fun."
"Fine," you conceded, hoping it would work. "Truth."
"Okay..." he began, deep in thought as he considered what to ask first. "Do you think I'm attractive?"
You snorted at the question but nodded immediately upon seeing the way your instinctive reaction had upset him. "Of course I do."
He breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Okay my turn! I'm going to go with truth, too."
"Alright...do you think I'm attractive?" you threw back at him.
"Absolutely," he smiled.
You felt a blush creep over your cheeks. Jeongin was glowing, too and you were about to continue the game when someone shouted his name in the hallway. You jumped and watched as he tiptoed to the door to look out the peephole.
“It’s two girls running up and down the hallway. They’re banging on every door,” he whispered, his voice so quiet that it was barely audible.
“Jeongin…I’m scared,” you confessed in a shaky voice.
He returned right away to wrap his arms around you just as they knocked on your door. He held you tighter when they did and reminded you that if they were knocking on every door, they had no idea where you lived.
“I’ve never seen fans so…committed,” you winced when another bang came.
“Committed fans stream our music…these are stalkers,” he corrected. “But let’s not let them ruin our day, okay? Let’s keep playing.”
You swallowed your fear and murmured your next choice. "Truth."
Jeongin couldn't look at you when he spoke again. It was as if he were more afraid of you than the girls outside. "If it weren't against the rules, would you have wanted to date me before all of this?"
Your heart fluttered at the question and the image of your very first time meeting him popped into your head. You'd only been a trainee for a few months, and Jeongin had been at HQ to use one of the dance rehearsal rooms. You'd bumped into him while leaving as he was trying to begin his practice. You realized right away that you'd just opened the door into the face of one of JYP's most popular employees. You apologized profusely, nearly falling to your knees with how sorry you were.
He'd just laughed and asked if you wanted to stay to make a video with him. He taught you one of their new dances and released the video a few weeks later once the song was out. Learning the dance from him had been one of the best parts of the debut journey...especially the part when he spun you around at the end as a silly sign off. Fans had praised how cute he looked, with some commenting on the way he smiled while holding you…others noticed you were wearing his sweatshirt which you’d had to do since your sports bra was inappropriate for online content.
You'd told yourself it was just for the promotion of the song...but now you weren't so sure. After all, he could’ve chosen anyway to end the video…could’ve let you borrow any number of things from the merch room…
"Yes," you answered softly, voice barely above a whisper and shaking with nerves.
"Truth," he breathed as he turned to face you, eyes gazing at your mouth parted in unsteady breaths.
"Would you have wanted to..." you began as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
It had been so long since you'd been kissed. Your heart stuttered, and you pressed your hands to his chest and then his cheeks, holding him close as you never wanted him to be apart again now that you knew how nice he felt.
Jeongin moaned between kisses, his voice vibrating your tongue. "Jeongin," you sighed as you pulled him closer and fell back against the couch.
He followed and situated his waist between your legs to keep kissing you. His hand stayed firmly on your waist as the other was pressed into the couch to keep him from falling on you. You were so focused on the feeling of his hand on the skin where your shirt had slid up that you missed his tongue pressing onto your lip before sliding into your mouth.
Every part of you felt awake.
You threaded your hands through his hair and rolled your hips against his. His voice became breathy, and he pulled back to look down, watching how desperate you were for more of him.
"I want to, but I don't know how," he confessed, his hair falling and framing his face as he pressed his forehead to yours to catch his breath.
"I can show you," you suggested, voice whiny and desperate. "If you want."
Jeongin kissed you again, softer this time as he eased you to stand against him. "I don't want to rush this," he murmured while looking at you so adoringly that butterflies swirled in your stomach.
"Me either," you agreed.
He kissed your forehead and your cheek and confessed in an anxious voice, "But I want to."
You nodded and craned your neck to look at him, catching his lips with yours before he could kiss your nose.
Jeongin groaned and cupped your cheeks as he began backing you towards your room. You let him until you were sitting on your bed with him standing between your legs. He'd yet to touch you anywhere except your waist and face, and you were eager for him to explore.
"Touch me, Jeongin," you begged between kisses.
He seemed to agree and let go of your cheeks only to rest his hands on your thighs. You kissed for a bit more, but he kept them stationary. You could’ve exploded from the tension. You guided his touch higher, earning little whimpers from him as you eased him towards your clothed cunt.
"Like this," you explained as you led his thumb to slide over your pussy, circling whenever he reached where your clit was.
Jeongin stared down and studied the motion, taking over by himself once he felt ready. You crashed against his chest with whines of pleasure, stomach turning at how good he felt. He stroked your cheek again and kissed you as he worked you up. Your lips could barely move as the moans stumbled out, coming quicker the faster he moved. Eventually, he realized your noises were highest when he touched your clit, so he stayed there, circling the little bundle of nerves until you were gasping for breath, hips grinding against his hand, toes curled around his thighs.
"Oh wow," he sighed as he watched you reach your high. You gripped his shirt and fell against him when it all came crashing down, exhaling his name like a prayer. Jeongin kept going, kept touching you until you begged him to stop from how sensitive you’d gotten.
You let yourself lie back on the bed and Jeongin followed, lying beside you as you calmed down while avoiding his gaze. You felt incredibly shy after you came...you always did.
"Good?" he asked with a slightly prideful and slightly insecure smile.
You let out a shaky laugh and rolled into him while nodding, "Really good."
He seemed pleased with that answer and began kissing you again. Now that he'd tasted your lips he couldn't get enough. You teased the hem of his shirt, and he took the hint and pulled it off, allowing you to feel the muscles that covered his torso.
You traced his abs and biceps, reached for his back, and touched his chest. He was so perfect in every way, and you wanted all of him.
"I have a condom in my nightstand," you informed him, watching the surprise etch across his brows.
"You still want to? I don't mind if we just..." he began, but you'd already pulled off your top and had started to wiggle out of your shorts. He gulped nervously, his hands hesitating to touch your chest until you permitted him.
Once you did, he was feral. His kisses became stronger and more desperate, and he kept taking off his pants and pulling aside your panties to touch your cunt.
You were putty beneath his fingers, aching and craving anything he'd give you.
"Get the condom for me...please," he whimpered as he slid his finger through your cunt, experiencing how wet you were for the very first time.
You flung the drawer open as he finger fucked you, eyes glued to your pussy swallowing the digit. You tore open the wrapper and pushed down his boxers, eyes growing wide at his size.
"I don't think this will fit you," you confessed.
Jeongin took the condom and tried to push it down, hissing from how tight it was. He managed to get it on, and his eyes rolled back when you reached to roll it down a little more.
"I need you, Jeongin," you murmured as you lay down and spread your legs.
His eyes snapped open, and he fell into you with kisses and warmth that spread all through your body. You drove your hips up and down the length of his cock, lubricating the condom a little more and selfishly eager to work him up, too.
“It’s been a while for me, so…just go slow, okay?” you asked, hoping he could control his speed a little bit despite it being his first time.
“Just tell me what to do,” he pleaded.
Your heart skipped when he reached for your hand to hold, kissing it before pressing it back against the mattress. "Can you align it for me?" he asked.
You were sure he could've done it himself, but you placed the tip of his cock against your cunt and awaited anxiously for the glorious stretch. Jeongin kissed you as he pressed in, lips shaking through every breath and every twitch.
You felt severely underprepared for how big he was and gripped his back tightly while trying to relax into it.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe for me,” he begged. You were so tight that you were pulsing around him already.
You inhaled and exhaled slowly, making it easier for him to bottom out. He stayed there for a moment, deep inside where you could feel every inch of him. His eyes opened to check on you, reassured by the blush in your cheeks and lips parted in a moan.
"You feel so good," he rasped, voice thick with need.
"So do you. So big," you whined in praise.
He laughed a little and slid out and back in, watching your tits shake from the movement and eyes pinch shut as another moan escaped. You were already throbbing around him, already so close to cumming.
"Do you want me harder? Faster? Is everything alright?" he fretted.
"Keep going," you begged before pulling him in for a kiss. "You're so good, Jeongin.”
He was proud of that and snapped his hips forward, making the headboard hit the wall with every thrust. You grew louder as he chased the high. You squeezed his hand that still hadn't left yours, and bit his lip between kisses.
Jeongin responded by going even harder until you were sure you'd struggle to dance at practice tomorrow. When his pace became uneven, you knew he was close. Everything felt so heightened, and you raised your hips to meet his pace, bodies rocking into each other until finally you fell over the edge.
It was deafening to hear him cum, to feel his cock twitching inside you as you pulsed around him. Jeongin nuzzled against your neck, leaving kisses where sweat dripped and whimpering your name in a high voice.
You were still dazed when he pulled out and tied up the condom...still feeling euphoric when he placed the first of many kisses on your shoulder.
"I never expected it to be like that," he hummed as he gave more kisses to your flushed cheek.
"It never is," you answered breathlessly. "It's usually messy or one-sided but you...god, Jeongin. You were incredible," you told him.
He grinned boyishly and pulled you against his sweaty chest, seeking warmth and intimacy now that the world felt a little softer. "I suppose this means we're dating now," he teased, watching as your eyes lit up at the idea.
"I suppose it does," you grinned, feeling happier than you had in a long time.
“And now that we’re dating for real, I promise not to let STAY hurt you,” he hummed. “I wouldn’t have let them touch you anyway, but I mean it (Y/N). I’ll keep you safe.”
Your heart swelled at the worry and protectiveness in his voice. He was everything you’d wanted and more.
You smiled at Seonghwa and clinked your wine glass against his. It was something red and expensive that he'd ordered in French, and you sipped it as though you had any idea why it was worth $110 a bottle.
You didn't.
"I'm so proud of you," Seonghwa repeated for the twelfth time that evening, his eyes as adoring as ever.
You immediately groaned. "Again?" you complained.
"What?" he laughed.
"You keep saying that, and you know how bad I am at accepting compliments."
Seonghwa seemed amused by that. "Maybe you'll get used to them if you hear them more often."
"You've said it like twelve times though."
"Thirteen."
You rolled your eyes and took another sip.
The worst part was that you weren't exaggerating. Ever since you'd arrived at the restaurant, he'd somehow managed to work it into nearly every conversation. The appetizers had arrived and he'd told you he was proud. The waiter had asked if you wanted another drink and somehow Seonghwa had told him you won a writing contest. You were honestly surprised he hadn't asked the restaurant to put it on the dessert menu.
"You won a creative writing contest, baby," he reminded you. "That's a huge deal."
"It was just a local contest, Hwa."
"It's still super impressive."
"There were probably only like twenty entries."
"There were over three hundred," he countered.
You narrowed your eyes. "How do you know that?"
"I looked it up," he shrugged.
You dropped your forehead into your hand. Of course, he had. "You're insane," you laughed.
"Maybe, but you love it," he teased while Seonghwa poured more wine into your glass.
It should've been embarrassing how much he was celebrating this. Instead, it mostly made you feel warm.
You'd spent months writing that story. Months of researching. Months of second-guessing yourself and wondering if anyone would even finish reading it. The fact that Seonghwa seemed more excited than you did was admittedly sweet. Even if he was being overly celebratory about it.
"I was just inspired, I guess," you admitted. "All of those folk stories were interesting."
"Just interesting?" he asked in a playful tone.
"Fine," you conceded. "They may have made me a tad bit obsessive."
"That's certainly a more accurate description," he chuckled.
You pointed your breadstick at him. "Listen," you laughed. "I learned a lot, though!"
"Such as?"
"Such as every culture has completely different vampire rules for some reason. There's no consistency at all."
Seonghwa leaned back in his chair, making it clear he was prepared to listen.
"Some vampires burn in sunlight. Some don't. Some can turn into bats. Some can't. Some are basically zombies. Some are weirdly romantic."
"Weirdly romantic?" he questioned.
You nodded. "Yeah. There were a lot more love stories than I expected. Some with other vampires, but most were with humans."
His eyebrow lifted. "Love stories involving vampires?"
"Mhm."
"That sounds...dangerous."
"It was." You laughed before taking another sip of wine. "A lot of them died. They were basically about unhealthy doses of desire."
Something flickered across Seonghwa's face. It vanished so quickly you almost thought you'd imagined it.
"Desire?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yeah. The vampire would fall in love with someone and then spend decades pursuing them. Once they got them the pull was too much and they'd snap."
"Decades? Is that desire or obsession?"
"Both."
"It definitely shows commitment," he joked."
"And insanity."
Seonghwa laughed into his wine glass. "You still chose to write about one, though."
"I know."
"You spent months making a love story that could’ve been tragic end happily."
"I know."
"And you made him attractive," he teased.
You groaned. Somehow you knew that would come up. "There was no avoiding that."
"There absolutely was. You could've made him terrifying. Made her compelled to love him."
You weren't planning on ever telling him, but somewhere between the third glass of wine and Seonghwa's continued amusement, it slipped out.
"I based him on you."
The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Immediately, you wished you could.
Seonghwa froze with his wine glass halfway to his lips. Then he slowly lowered it with a smirk that told you he was hiding something. "I know," he answered.
You blinked. "What?"
"I already knew he was based on me."
"No you didn't."
"I did."
You stared at him.
Seonghwa stared right back.
The smug bastard wasn't even trying to hide how pleased he was with himself.
"How?" you demanded.
"You weren't very subtle (Y/N)," he laughed.
"Yes I was," you argued.
"No you weren't," he chuckled harder.
"Hwa...are you being serious?" you wondered as he often had a habit of starting lengthy jokes.
"He had dark hair."
"Lots of people have dark hair," you retorted as you rolled your eyes.
"The sharp jaw."
"Lots of people have jaws, Hwa."
He laughed. "The tendency to stare at his person as if it would pain him to look away."
You immediately pointed at him.
"Okay, that trait was definitely based on you."
"I know."
Your face burned in embarrassment. "Oh my God."
"You really thought I wouldn't notice?"
"Yes."
"Baby," he laughed.
The single word made you groan louder. Because now that he was saying it out loud, it sounded so obvious. You buried your face in your hands. The sound of Seonghwa laughing only made it worse.
"Why are you so happy about this?" you asked.
"Shouldn't I be?"
"I made you a monster."
His laughter slowly faded. For a second, something unreadable crossed his face. Then he smiled again.
"You didn't write him like a monster."
"Yes I did," you frowned.
"No," he muttered softly. "You wrote him like someone trying very hard not to be one. He fought all of his instincts to be the best version of himself for her."
For some reason, the answer made it difficult to look away. Seonghwa held your stare as he blindly flagged down the waiter, turning away only once it was time to pay the check.
Once outside in the cold, the frigid air had you sinking into his side, and he wrapped an arm around you even though he hadn't said much since your confession. You worried he wasn't being honest about how upset he was.
"For the record, I don't think you're a monster, Hwa," you suddenly said, deciding he needed to hear it out loud.
He stopped walking to hear you out, eyes curious and wide at how you'd navigate such a nuanced apology.
"I just couldn't think of anyone else when I was writing. Your face kept popping up and so..."
"So you made me a vampire," he finished for you. He didn't look angry, though, which both surprised and confused you.
"Yeah. But only because you have this unnatural attractiveness to you."
"Maybe it's because I'm a vampire," he said, watching as you laughed and squeezed his hand. You were happy he could joke about it now.
"Exactly," you joked as you began pulling him down the street again towards home.
"I'm not kidding, (Y/N)," he repeated with conviction.
You turned, deciding to roleplay with him if that was what he needed to deal with his role in your story. "Oh my sweet vampire," you said in a breathy seductive voice. "Please bite me."
You tilted your head back while using his shoulders for leverage. Seonghwa leaned in and lingered near your throat with a warm exhale hitting your skin before pressing his lips to your jugular.
"Don't tempt me, baby," he whispered. The way he said it gave you chills, but you lied and told yourself it was from the cold.
"Come on, Hwa. Let's get home before the next wave of snow hits."
Streetlights flickered overhead, dancing across the icy sidewalk. Seonghwa seemed to be deep in thought and you were trying to figure out if you should give up writing forever because you'd certainly end up basing any love interest on him (monster or not).
"So...would you date one?" he asked suddenly.
"A vampire?" you questioned. Seonghwa nodded and you let out a sigh, unsure of this conversation would be helpful for him. "It depends."
He found that amusing and cocked his brow, "It depends? On what?"
"A few things...well five things."
"You've clearly thought a lot about this," he laughed.
"Months of writing will do that to a girl," you teased.
"So tell me, baby. What are these 5 conditions?"
"Okay," you began, finding the whole conversation incredibly silly now that his tone had shifted away from serious. "Number 1... he can't wear white when he eats."
"What?" Seonghwa cackled, stopping in his tracks to gaze at you as if you'd just said the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
"Listen...have you ever tried to get blood out of a white shirt? I don't want to deal with a crazy dry cleaning bill because of my vampire's diet."
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, "Who said he would be a messy eater?"
"Well assuming the vampire is based on you, I know you're a messy eater," you blushed, reminded of how he woke you up this morning.
Seonghwa licked his lips as he recalled his mouth pressed between your legs. "Fair enough. What's number 2?"
"He can't be a weird coffin-sleeping vampire or bat. He needs to at least be human-ish."
"Human-ish?" Seonghwa snickered.
You playfully bumped into him and continued, "Number 3...he would have to have a hobby or something. Eternity is a very long time to be bored."
He grinned and recalled a part of your book, "Like reading every single book in his town library?"
"Exactly!" you laughed. "And number 4 is obvious... he couldn't be a serial killer."
He snorted as though he hadn't expected it.
"I get that blood is a part of the story...but if he kills everyone he bites or hurts people I wouldn't be able to be with him."
"Mmm," Seonghwa hummed as if considering the nuance of the idea. "What if he only kills bad guys?"
"Then I suppose I can make an exception."
He seemed pleased with that answer and began bounding up the steps to your townhome.
"And what's number 5?" he asked while holding open the door.
"That I trust him," you answered softly as you crossed through the threshold into the warmth of your home. "If I didn't, I'd be constantly worried he'd hurt me or use compulsion on me."
Seonghwa shut the door and pulled you close for a kiss. "I'd never use compulsion on you without permission."
You smiled as you imagined him as a vampire and kissed him again. "I know."
His expression softened with your answer and he pulled off his scarf and snowflake-adorned coat as you slipped out of your boots to head into the kitchen. "Do we have hot cocoa?" you called, except he never replied. When you turned to find him, he was leaning against the doorway looking sickly.
"What? Not in a cocoa mood?" you tried to tease, but he didn't even smile a little bit which made your stomach twist.
"I have something to tell you, but I need you to promise that you won't freak out," he said as he began striding towards you.
"Usually when people ask that they're about to confess that they're on a most wanted list or something."
He lifted you onto the counter, "I'm not on a most wanted list."
"Okay," you trailed off, curious as to what could have him so worried.
"You promise to hear me out?"
You had been with Seonghwa long enough to believe he couldn't be hiding anything truly terrible. You swallowed anxiously and nodded just as he leaned in and whispered, "You were right."
"The scary thing you had to tell me is that I was right?" you grinned, happy that it wasn't something so bad. "About what?"
He let out an exhale and looked down as he murmured, "I'm a vampire."
You let out an immediate laugh, believing him to be joking. He looked up, surprised you hadn't believed him, and opened his mouth. The second the two fangs retracted you let out a scream and tried to pull back.
"Shhh," he soothed, eyes begging you to calm down. "I won't hurt you I promise."
"You're a...you're a vampire? Oh my god...oh my god!" you hyperventilated as you gazed at the clock behind him and to the garlic and onions in your ingredient bowl and then to the mirror on the wall where his reflection was visible.
"Baby, look at me," he pleaded.
Your eyes shifted to the half-eaten pizza he'd had at lunch and then to the coat hanging up on the wall. "He wore a jacket," you mumbled to yourself.
"What was that? Baby talk to me. What's going on in that head of yours?"
You turned to him in complete shock. "You...you wore a jacket today because it was cold out. Vampires don't get cold," you told him, having learned that temperature regulation was a constant part of the stories you read.
"That's right. I don't get cold or hot."
"You...you ate pizza at lunch today. There's garlic in pizza. Vampires can't eat garlic."
"That's a myth baby. There's a lot of myths but..." he began softly before you interjected.
"You drink blood?" you asked with tears biting your eyes.
"Yes I do," he said.
Your eyes grew wide with fear, but Seonghwa hushed you again, pulling you to his chest where you always felt safest...even now.
"I don't drink from the vein anymore, baby. I drink animal blood or from blood bags."
"Have you killed people?" you asked while clutching his chest and avoiding his face as the look of his fangs freaked you out.
"Only bad people," he whispered. "Rapists, pedophiles, sex traffickers...all people that didn't deserve life anyway."
You breathed a sigh of relief, and realized something strange when you did so... You trusted him. You believed he was telling the truth which meant that your conditions you'd listed on the snowy walk home were mostly met. You pulled away from his chest to look at him. The fear had mostly dissipated and now you were simply curious and slightly concerned about how he'd kept it a secret from you for so long.
"You've never used compulsion on me?"
"Never," he promised. "Some vampires dabble in it for their partner's sake, but I have never wanted to make you question whether your feelings and beliefs are your own."
You felt comforted by that and how strongly he felt about it. "Can I see the fangs again?" you asked as you felt more prepared now.
Seonghwa nodded as glimmers of pride at your courage shone in his eyes. He opened his mouth again and let the fangs fall.
You jumped back again, still a little startled but were astounded by them at the same time. How did he control them? Did it hurt to push them in and out of visibility? How sharp were they?
You reached out to touch one of them and pulled back right away with a hiss when your thumb got pricked. You saw the first drop of blood fall and tucked your hand to your chest, worry seeping through every pore at the thought of Seonghwa losing control.
He pulled your hand away and brought your thumb to his lips. Your breathing hastened when he wrapped his mouth around your finger, licking right over the wound before pulling back to reveal unharmed skin. You were in awe of it.
"You don't have to be afraid of me," he vowed, his tone so serious that you were inclined to believe him. "I've been practicing my self-control for a really long time.
That caught your attention. You looked up, uncertain if he'd even answer such a question. "How long?"
"I knew you'd want to know that," he sighed, seemingly worried about how you'd react. "I was turned when I was 26...in 1959."
You sucked in a breath and tried to think about what that logically meant...what he would've lived through and how old that would've made him."
"I never matured past 26 if that helps," he added.
"Why were you turned?" you asked, thinking through all of the stories you'd read in your research. "Was it...were you in love?"
"No," he promised as he reached for your hand to hold as if the story pained him to tell. "I was attending an Olympic soccer game, and there was a crowd crush."
"Hwa..." you breathed, feeling so sorry for him for such a tragic ending.
"My brother and parents died instantly but I was taken out by ambulance as someone with the potential to survive. The EMT told me I had too much internal bleeding and I was coding on the way to the hospital. He turned me to save me."
"Your family," you cried as you shook your head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry Hwa."
He offered a soft smile and pulled you in for a hug again, needing it for himself this time. "I really struggled without them for a while. But I've learned to live with it."
"If I were a vampire I'd use compulsion to take away your pain," you hummed as you squeezed him tighter.
"You can't compel a vampire," he frowned. "But thank you, baby. For still caring."
His words were unexpected, but made you realize how afraid he'd been. Not only was he worried you'd be scared of his vampirism...but he was worried you'd leave him for it.
"Hwa," you began as you reached for his cheeks, holding his face between your hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world. "I love you always. You being a vampire doesn't change that."
It was like all the tension left his body at once. All the worry and fear were gone and he was your soft and sweet Hwa again.
"I love you so much," he breathed as he leaned in for a kiss.
It began tentatively as you relearned each other in the new dynamic of vampire and human...but it escalated to a fire that roared beneath the surface of your skin. You moaned and tugged him closer by his roots and wrapped your legs around his waist. He groaned and lifted you with one hand on your ass and the other on your back to provide more support.
"There are so many things I've been wanting to try," he confessed between kisses.
"Like what?" you whined as he set you on the bed and slid the dress over your head.
He hovered over you with his hair framing his face. He always looked so beautiful like this, and you wondered how you'd ever been convinced he was a human.
"Do you trust me?"
Your heart warmed at the question, the answer coming out instantly. "Always."
"We can use compulsion to make sex even better."
"Better than normal? You already get me off better than anyone," you laughed.
"Much...much better," he promised.
You were eager to find out how and let out a soft, "Okay."
Seonghwa kissed you as if to thank you for trusting him before pulling back and pressing his forehead to yours. His pupils dilated to cover his whole iris as he said, "You'll remember this is compulsion, but it won't change that every touch on any part of your body will feel like that last suck of your clit before you cum. You'll want to cum right away, but you won't without permission because you want to make me proud, don't you baby?"
"Mhm," you agreed, mindlessly distracted by his forehead on yours. The feeling had your body arching, and your breath racing. You'd never felt anything like it before.
"Can I finish undressing you?" he asked.
You bit your lip and nodded, but Hwa didn't take anything off right away. He stroked his fingers up your sides and watched you twist in pleasure before teasing you through your bra. "Please, please Hwa I'm so close," you begged.
Seonghwa undid the clasp and ripped your underwear as he often did. The second he touched your chest it felt like a billion fireworks were shooting into the sky but unable to explode.
"Hwa, please. Please baby," you whined as you squeezed yourself to him.
He kissed your neck and jaw to distract you from his hand wandering to your inner thigh. Each kiss left you desperate for more and you turned to capture his lips with yours just as he pushed his fingers into your cunt.
"Fuck!" you squeaked as you spread your legs to give him more access. Seonghwa curled his two fingers inside you as you gasped for breath before noticing his warm lips on your ear.
"You're being so good for me, baby. You always are, aren't you? Always so willing to do whatever I say," he hummed as his thumb began its annihilation on your clit.
You were sobbing at this point and would've done anything to finish. Shaky screams filled the room when he added a third finger. Your toes curled uncomfortably as your arms wrapped around his neck to ground yourself.
"Hwa please," you cried. "Please let me cum, baby."
Seonghwa kissed you through more near-orgasms and soft touches of your breasts. He seemed perfectly content to leave you dangling off the edge forever.
But fortunately for you, he wasn't a monster.
"Cum."
You shattered beneath him while breathlessly clinging to his slender frame. Seonghwa finger fucked you through it and kissed your cheeks as your lips were occupied slurring his name. You were dizzy and euphoric and (most importantly) safe in his arms.
He smiled adorably when you turned to him for kisses once you settled.
"That was...wow," you laughed as you pulled back.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he grinned. You were still so sensitive that your hips spasmed a bit, but he was used to it by now. "Are you up for more or are you..."
"Yes!" you agreed almost too quickly.
He laughed and got up to undress. He did so by yanking his clothes from his frame and sending discarded fabric everywhere. He'd hidden so much of his strength from you, but watching his muscles ripple as he shredded denim had your legs crossing.
"Turned on again already?" he teased as he rejoined you. He sat against the headboard and pulled you to sit on his thighs.
"What are you going to compel me to do this time?" you wondered.
"No compulsion," he began as he ran his fingers through your hair, pushing all of it to one side. "I'd like to feed from you while you ride me."
"Feed from me? As in..."
"As in I'll bite you right here," he explained as he stroked his thumb over your throat. "And you'll feel a high unlike anything you'd ever experienced."
"Even better than what just happened?" you asked in surprise. It seemed impossible for it to escalate beyond that.
"A million times better," he promised. "That will be but a single flower in a field of tulips compared to how you'll feel."
"Okay," you permitted as you hovered above his cock. "But you'll stop if I ask?"
"You won't," he assured you. "But yes...if you change your mind I can stop right away."
With that, you kissed Seonghwa and sank onto his cock. He hissed and pulled back to watch you ride him, your cunt already throbbing around his lengthy member thanks to how sensitive you were.
"Tilt your head for me, baby," he urged as he held one hand on your neck and the other on your waist to guide your pace.
You swallowed nervously but listened. You trusted him implicitly and knew everything would be okay. He began by leaving kisses as you rode him and watching the blush rise to your cheeks. You sighed out his name and tilted further, easing into his touch.
"I love you baby...always," he promised as he sank his teeth in.
All you felt was desire. It filled every single pore and devoured every other feeling until he was all that consumed you. Seonghwa drank with pleasured moans, and you began letting your hands roam across his chest and into his hair and down his back, fingers sinking deeper into his skin the more he latched on. You wanted to touch him everywhere. You wanted to feel him everywhere.
It only took a few minutes before the lightheadedness set in, but even then you weren't fearful. It was like you'd gotten the ultimate high and everything felt light and stimulating. Your eyes blinked lazily but you clung to his chest and back to stay upright.
"The world feels pretty," you giggled with a soft smile. This did feel better than last time...but also completely different.
Seonghwa stopped drinking for a moment to check on you. There was a dribble of blood on his lips that you decided needed cleaning. You leaned forward and lapped it up with your tongue which seemed to catch him by surprise.
"How are you feeling?" he pondered while examining the pink in your cheeks.
"Happy," you hummed with a dazed smile.
"Good," he answered as he tucked your hair behind your ears. "You deserve to be happy my love. You deserve whatever you want in this life."
"All I want is you," you breathed as you looped your arms around his neck to hug him tight. Seonghwa was your everything. Your always.
"You have me," he cooed as he stroked his hand down your spine.
"And you have me," you told him before offering your neck again.
Seonghwa licked his lips and leaned in to the fang marks he'd left behind, licking each one closed much to your dismay.
"I don't want to push it too far tonight, baby. It's dangerous to lose too much blood."
"I didn't lose it. You have it silly," you giggled, the euphoria still hitting hard.
"Mmm you're right, smart girl," he hummed with a consolation kiss that had you wanting more. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're not afraid."
"How could I be afraid?" you frowned. "You're still my Hwa...even if you have sharper teeth and immortality."
"You're so perfect for me," he groaned as he pulled you to the bed to lie with him. He began grinding his cock into you, working you without even trying.
"Maybe I should become a vampire too...so that you don't have to be alone," you suggested as your waist moved to match his. You wouldn't get off like this, but it was nice to feel close to him.
"Is that what you really want?" he asked. "For yourself or for me?"
"I want it, Hwa," you assured him. "For both of us."
"All it requires is one little bite where I use my venom. Just one little prick."
You leaned back and tilted your head again for him, making as much room as possible. "Please. I'm ready," you begged.
Seonghwa kissed you from your lips to your cheeks. He kissed along your jaw and brushed your neck with ghostly cold fingers before kissing your throat.
"Please," you whined again, bracing for the bite.
Seonghwa leaned closer, and you could feel his teeth against your skin. He gently pressed his lips to where he had bitten before, leaving the softest of kisses before pulling back to your disappointed pout. "We need to talk more about it before doing something so permanent, baby."
You frowned and tried to pull away. It felt like the ultimate rejection for him to not want you forever.
"You are my everything, (Y/N), but you just found out about the existence of vampires today. You're in a bite high right now, and I just want us to talk more seriously first so that I know you really want it, okay?"
"You're not mad that I want to be a vampire with you?"
"Of course not," he promised. "This is all I've ever wanted. You and me forever."
You settled against him again, face nuzzled against his chest as he continued his comforting thrusts. "That sounds nice."
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your forehead. "It sounds perfect."
