Eight members of an elusive mafia syndicate fish you out of a pond, and now you're trapped in the creepy mansion they call home. They vow to keep you safe from a world that would cause you harm if it got it's hands on you, but are you truly safe here?
Started: 11/3/2025
Updated: 7/03/26
Total Chapters: 15/20* I fucking guess? (it keeps going up don't hate me. Best laid plans of mice and men often get way more convoluted than you originally fucking thought.)
*Estimated total, subject to change.
Something doesn't sit right with you about the fact that Yeosang, the member who's been the most cold towards you from the moment you arrived, is putting himself on the front line to save you from General Rourke.
You decide to confront him about it, and you realize that, this entire time, that cold gaze wasn't one of hate, but of something else entirely…
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Chapter total word count: 7,936 words
Featured in this chapter: Kang Yeosang x Reader | hurt/comfort, cross-dressing Yeosang, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, floor sex
Trigger Warning: This chapter mentions Violence, Sexual Assault, and Forced Prostitution
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You suddenly become aware of how stale the cold air felt in this building as you walked alone through the dark halls. Unease built up in your stomach as the floorboards creaked beneath your feet, each step felt by the whole building as it shifted ever so slightly inside the walls.
It were as though the mansion itself were a dying beast, something that used to act as a fortress, now only serving to keep itself from falling apart as each dark corner stared at you while you moved through the building. It was something menacing, and something afraid.
You stood at the top of the stairs, staring down the unlit hall that led to the second floor bedrooms. One door midway down the hall was ever so slightly cracked open, a small sliver of light in the darkness.
You knew you had no right to peer within these rooms. Just a few days prior, the lives lived within these walls had nothing whatsoever to do with you; you were an unexpected and troublesome guest, something that caused chaos in what used to be an orderly household. Despite this, your feet carried you towards that sliver of light, holding onto your breath as you peeked through the crack in the door.
The room inside was simple. A neutral looking bed with gray bedding to one side of the room, a desk to the other, shelves on the walls filled with books, a plush black rug covering the floor. On the rug was a single dusty storage bin, the items within haphazardly pulled out and tossed aside.
A pale figure with shoulder-length black hair stood with his back to you in front of a tall mirror, glancing at it as he adjusted the white, linen dress he was wearing over what appeared to be fake silicone breasts.
Yeosang glared at the mirror, his eyes darkening as he looked over himself. He pulled and pushed at the dress over the silicone chest piece, trying to make the image in the mirror less alien to him. Something less grotesque. Yeosang grew more and more agitated with each passing moment, pinching and pulling at the garments with labored breathing, emotions boiling over in a way you hadn’t seen from him before as his face twisted with rage.
He wrestled his arms out of the sleeves of his dress and peeled the silicone chest piece off of him, throwing it to the ground with a deep, guttural yell.
Yeosang stood there, his upper half bare while the linen dress still hung from his hips, his head in his hands, heaving heavy breaths as he dug his fingers in his face, red lines marring his otherwise perfect skin. He glanced in the mirror, finally noticing the voyeur peeking at him through the crack in the door. The agitated, beautiful man paused, staring at your reflection between the fingers still digging into his forehead.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was stern, his glowering eyes twitching slightly as they stuck glued to yours.
You carefully pushed open the door, your eyes shifting towards the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze, “I just… You seem—”
“Leave.” Yeosang’s voice was hoarse as he put his hands on his hips and looked away from you, breathing hard through flared nostrils.
You stood there and stared at him, he looked on the verge of tears, his body tense and shaking, barely able to keep himself together. You stepped towards him, “Yeosang—”
“I said LEAVE!” He shot towards you and screamed.
You stopped, heart dropping at his sudden gut-wrenching outburst.
Yeosang heaved a few shaky breaths before his legs started wobbling beneath him, and you ran forward to catch him as he fell, his weight dropping into your arms as the beautiful man sobbed into your shoulder.
You slowly lowered the both of you to the ground, sitting on the plush rug so he could fully lean into you, but he pushed himself out of your arms, stumbling onto his hands and knees as he scooched himself away.
“I’m sorry…” His arms shook as he knelt there, looking away from you, “I don’t know where that came from…”
You sat there and watched him as he stared ahead of himself, his eyes reddened and dazed, his mind drifting far away from himself.
Before you could think better of it, the words left your lips, finally asking the question that lingered in the back of your subconscious: “Why are you doing this for me?”
Yeosang didn’t react to your question, he just leaned on his palms, avoiding eye contact.
You choked out a heavy breath, frustration escaping your lungs as you spoke, “I know you don’t want me here… I could see it in your eyes since the beginning. You could just turn me in instead of going through all of this. Why help me if you hate me?”
Yeosang leaned there, staring down at the ground for a long moment before his lips parted with a broken whisper, “I don’t hate you.” He slumped down and sat against the foot of his bed, strands of his long black hair covering his face as he looked down at his hands. “I hate what the world wants to do to you… What it…” He paused, his voice becoming hoarse and quiet, “What it did to me.” Yeosang slowly raised his head up to meet your eyes.
There was a silent rage behind his glare, one that also resonated somewhere deep within you, something that awakened a part of yourself that you couldn’t even remember.
“What did it do to you?” Your question came out of instinct, you knew it wasn’t a question you needed to ask. You looked over the contents of the storage container beside you. The dusty box contained a variety of dresses and makeup and risqué undergarments, relics of a past that wanted to remain hidden.
Yeosang scoffed, following your eyes to look over the box, “I wanted to throw this stuff away, and frankly, I should have.” He slowly got to his feet, “But I guess a part of me was too scared to give up who I used to be…” Yeosang kicked the container and stared down at it. “In case I ever had to go back. In case I realized the whole concept of escape was just a dream…” He reached down and grabbed a bag from the box, then turned to walk over to the desk in the corner of the room where he had a mirror propped up. He sat down and pulled some tissues from a box, wiping away at the tears that dampened his cheeks.
“What did they do to you?” You asked again.
Yeosang glanced over to you for a moment before turning his attention to pulling various makeup products out of the bag, “In a world without women, men turn to the next best thing.” He took a tube of black mascara and started brushing it carefully onto his eyelashes, “And it was evident even when I was a child that I was pretty enough to pass. I was kidnapped from the learning centers and forced into selling my body.” When he was satisfied with how his lashes looked, he set down the tube and picked up a brown pigment, using it to line a soft shape into his cheek, chin, and forehead.
His focus was now on the lines he was drawing into his face, his expression back to his usual stoic calm. It was as though the intense emotions he was feeling just moments prior were simply a temporary glitch in his code, but you knew this was just a facade. It was a mask he had gotten used to applying, just like the makeup on his skin.
“How old were you?”
Yeosang’s eyes lost focus for a moment, his hand pausing as he processed the question. “I forget exactly…” Yeosang looked down and picked up a much lighter pigment. “I might have been 10 or 11?” Your heart sank to your stomach, but Yeosang continued as though it didn’t phase him. “At first, I was treated well. Clients were gentle with me, and any who weren’t were harshly punished.” He traced the light pigment over the highlights of his face, gradually covering up the wine-red birthmark beside his eye, “For a while, my pimp protected me, but as I got older, and prettier, in his eyes, he started getting greedy and used me without paying.” He took a sponge and started dabbing it against his face, blending out the pigment he had laid down. “He said I owed him for the years he protected me from the customers that got too rough. But he was just as rough with me, if not more…” Yeosang’s voice cracked briefly as he continued, “Because in his eyes, he owned me. To him, I was a possession. Nothing more than an object.” As he blended out the harsh lines of the dark pigment, his face became softer and rounder than it had been before, as if he were actually remolding his bone structure. “Then Hongjoong found me and felt bad for me, so he sent Jongho to help break me free.” Yeosang’s hand paused, staring hard at the mirror for a long moment. “They put the gun in my hands, and I pulled the trigger.” His eyes darkened, “I shot every round into that fucker’s chest.” He set down the blending sponge, “Since then, no man has been allowed to put his hands on me. No one that I didn’t specifically want…” He slipped into a trance for a moment, his expression growing distant as he found himself lost in thought.
You sat there on the ground, watching silently as Yeosang shook himself out of his trance and reached for a tube of natural pink colored lipstick.
His hand trembled as he attempted to apply the lipstick, smearing it outside the line of his lip. “Shit…” Yeosang hissed, reaching to jerk a tissue from the box on his desk. He quickly wiped up the nude pink smear and tossed the tissue aside, reaching up to press the lipstick to his lips again, but was still unable to stop the shaking of his hands. After few more smears, he threw the lipstick onto the desk in frustration, “FUCK!” He slumped forward and raked his fingers through his hair, “What the fuck is wrong with me!?”
He looked like a shivering child, on the verge of becoming inconsolable. Your heart ached at the sight.
You got up and stepped towards him, carefully reaching for the lipstick on the desk, “Here, let me help you…”
Yeosang raised a shaking hand towards you, “I-I c-can do it—”
“Let me help.” Your tone was firm but calm, and Yeosang just stilled himself, allowing you to take him by the chin to tilt his face up towards you as you leaned over him. Mascara-stained tears pooled around his reddened eyes, you carefully swept your thumb under them to wipe away the blackened tears before they dripped down. “Stay still for me, okay?” You tried as hard as you could to sound more comforting than demanding.
Yeosang gave a small nod and closed his eyes, taking in slow breaths through flared nostrils to calm himself as you brought the lipstick up to his lips again. You carefully dragged the neutral pigment over his lips, overdrawing them ever so slightly to make them seem fuller than they were.
After he was able to settle his nerves a bit, Yeosang slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you, blinking through the tears and taking in the look concentration on your face as you focused on making sure the outer lines of his lips were even. His shoulders relaxed as he watched you, feeling the weight in his stomach release from his body as he studied the attention you put into your task, his heart aching as he gradually became more and more entranced.
You were so focussed on your task, you nearly jumped when you felt a hesitant pair of hands fall on your hips. Your gaze darted up to meet Yeosang’s eyes, taken aback slightly when you saw how intensely he was staring at you.
Yeosang slowly pulled you towards him, his eyes still fixed to yours. “It’s gotta be uncomfortable… Slouching over like that…” He murmured, the deep velvet of his voice stained with an edge of uncertainty. He urged you down onto his lap, “You can sit… If that, uh…” The beautiful man swallowed, gritting his teeth slightly as you straddled his thighs, “If that makes things easier…”
You cautiously let your weight sink into him, your lungs heavy with cautious apprehension as you searched his expression for a hint of his intentions, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
As you studied his eyes, you realized now that they weren’t cold.
They were terrified.
This whole time, he was never glaring at you out of hatred. It had always been out of deep, inescapable dread—something woven into him a long time ago. And right now, those scared eyes searched desperately for something to hold onto.
A tear fell down his cheek, his lip quivering as he finally broke his eyes from yours, lowering his head out of shame, “I’m sorry…” He let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry I’ve been so unkind to you…”
You shook your head, reaching up to stroke strands of long, black hair out of his face, “You were never unkind.” You held his cheek and gently wiped at the tear trailing down it, careful not to mess up the carefully painted pigment on his skin, “Guarded, sure, but I don’t blame you there…”
He reached up and held your hand, raising his eyes to examine your face. “The others dropped their guard surprisingly fast around you…” Yeosang met your eyes, raising a curious eyebrow, “And what about you? It didn’t take long for you to drop your guard around us, as well…” He cocked his head slightly, stroking a thumb along your wrist as he continued to grip it, “I don’t fault you for trying to run away from us like you did, but you went from running away to trusting us with your life over just the course of a few days.” His tone dropped an octave as he stared at you, something hauntingly enchanting about his voice, “How do you know we won’t betray that trust?”
The air in your lungs felt heavy. You should have been more unnerved by his question, but the way he had his eyes on you, it was as though this man were some sort of otherworldly creature, a divine beast simply wanting to learn what it was to be human. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him, “Should I not trust you?”
Yeosang lowered his gaze, contemplating his response in silence for a moment. “I just want to know where this trust is coming from.” He swallowed and looked away before flicking his eyes back towards you, “Trust has never been my strong suit, so it’s a curiosity of mine.”
You sat there and looked him over as you considered his question. You breathed out a small chuckle, remembering your first night here with Mingi. “At first…” Yeosang studied your lips as they curled into a smirk. “I thought this was a dream. A part of me still thinks it is.”
“If this were a dream…” Yeosang nodded slowly, “Then your actions would have no consequence.”
You nodded along with him, “But I’m not so sure that’s the case any more…” You looked around the room a bit, thinking over the events of the past few days, “Maybe it’s because I have no other choice than to trust you guys…” Your eyes returned to his, “Maybe it’s because I really want to trust you…”
Yeosang tilted his head to the other side, “And why would you want to trust us?”
You smiled to yourself for a brief moment, “Just a feeling, I guess.”
His gaze wandered over yours. His eyes were curious, and they were scared, and they were angry, and they were sad… But there was something else in there, something resembling desperation, or perhaps… Want?
Your hand on his cheek slowly lowered to his bare chest, and you cautiously hovered your fingers over his heart. “You said trust was a curiosity of yours…” You swallowed and looked him in the eye, “Is that because you want to trust?”
He still had his hand on your wrist as you ever-so-slightly stroked your fingers over his chest, all the while his eyes were fixed to yours. “I do.” His voice carried an absolution that seemed to surprise even him.
The beautiful man’s chest was surprisingly warm as you pressed your palm over it, feeling the soft ebbing of his heart beneath the surface. You let out a breath, looking over his eyes, “Do you trust me?”
Yeosang raised his hand up your wrist to press over your hand, pushing your palm into him, his pulse picking up speed and his breathing becoming more labored. His voice was soft as it escaped his lips, “I would like to.” His other hand raised up along your shoulder, barely tickling your skin as he slipped his hand behind your head, weaving his fingers into your hair. His body trembled as he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours.
He held your hand firmly against his chest, gripping your hair with a gentle tightness that acted more to keep himself grounded than anything else. His breathing shook through his nostrils as he shut his eyes and pushed himself into the kiss.
As suddenly as it started, the kiss stopped with Yeosang yanking himself away from you, heaving heavy breaths as he pressed his head into your shoulder, his hands gipping your arms to keep you in place.
Your heart pounded like an erratic drum in your chest, your mind reeling from what just happened, not able to fully process it.
Yeosang struggled hard to keep himself from squeezing you too tight, unable to keep the tremors in his body from shaking you both.
“I’m scared…” His voice was a small, fragile thing, and it stabbed straight into your heart.
You gently broke your arms free from his grip, reaching around him to give him a hug, allowing him to bury his head deeper into you. “You don’t have to go… We can get Hongjoong and the others to come up with a different plan—”
“That’s not what I’m scared of…” Yeosang shook his head with a sniff, pushing you away slightly so he could meet your eyes. His makeup was smeared now, but despite that and the swelling of his tear-stained eyes, he still looked etherial. He stared at you, carefully raising his hand back up to cup your cheek. “Is this okay? Are you okay with me…?” His voice trailed off.
You breathed out and gave him a gentle nod, “Yes.”
Yeosang pulled you back into him, returning his lips to your lips, trembling a little less this time as the kiss deepened. One warm hand held your face in place as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you more securely onto his lap. He tilted his head and pushed his tongue past your lips, sliding between your teeth to dance with your tongue.
You wrapped your arms around him, one hand gliding into his hair—the soft, wavy locks tickling your skin as you held onto the back of his head. You matched his rhythm, swirling your tongue around his and allowing him to guide you further into the kiss.
He lowered the hand on your cheek to hug your body tight, raising you with him as he got up from the chair, his lips still stuck to yours as he carefully lowered you onto the plush rug on the floor. He leaned an arm over your head, pushing the full weight of his body onto yours, moaning desperately into your mouth as you tightened your grip on his hair.
Yeosang broke from the kiss, raising himself above you with a heavy, aching gaze, his fingers on your waist just barely slipping under the fabric of your shirt. He swallowed, “Can I—”
“Yes.” You gasped, struggling to catch your breath.
His chest rose and fell as he looked down at you, eyes tracing over yours for a moment before he lowered himself back down to nuzzle his nose against your cheek, “You’re too eager… That will get you in danger…” He breathed into your ear, “Hasn’t anyone told you to be more cautious with the men you let between your legs?”
His tone wasn’t mocking, nor was it cruel. If anyone else had said this to you, you would have gotten angry, but coming from his lips, it felt more like a genuine warning than a judgmental or toying remark. You looked up at the ceiling, your body shaking under his overbearing heat, “Would you rather I practiced more caution with you?”
Yeosang shook his head, his nose tickling your skin as he leaned down to press a kiss to your throat, “No…”
A small smirk peeked up into your cheek, “Because I can leave if you really think I should…”
The beautiful man raised himself up, the arm propped over your head becoming rigid as he stared into your eyes, his gaze darker and more intense than it was before, “Don’t.”
Saliva pooled in your mouth, and heat dripped from your core, his oppressive stare pinned you in place without his hands ever having to touch you. You swallowed, your eyes feeling hazy as you stared back at him, “Who’s the eager one, now?”
Yeosang dropped himself down, his lips meeting yours with a feverish desire. He rocked himself against you, moaning softly into your mouth as you opened up your legs more to let him settle between them. The fabric of the dress around his waist was thin, and you could feel the firmness of his erection pushing against you.
You gasped against his lips and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you as you raised your hips into him.
A string of saliva still connected your lips as Yeosang suddenly pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead into yours, letting out a sharp hiss as he ground his hips into you. His hand on your waist lowered to dig his fingers into the meat of your thighs, the beautiful man letting out hoarse breaths as he rocked himself against you, “I haven’t felt like this in so long…” He slid his hand back up and under your shirt, squeezing around your ribs and stopping just short of your breasts, “I want to feel more of you…” He ground his teeth together and shut his eyes tight, “Fuck… I’m just as bad as those fucking bastards…”
You cupped his cheek and nuzzled your nose along his, “No, you aren’t.” You gave him a chaste kiss before raising your other hand up to take hold of his face, forcing him to look at you, “Because I want you to feel more of me, too…” Still holding his face with one hand, you stroked your other hand down his throat, your fingers gliding over the tense curves of his well-toned chest, “I want to go as far as you want to go…”
Yeosang’s eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared down at you, strands of messy black hair circling his face as his expression lost some of its brightness. “And if I wanted to stop?” His question felt like ice compared to the heat the two of you shared just a moment prior.
You halted your movements, slowly retracting your hand from his chest. You looked away from him, shame and guilt burning at your cheeks as you scooched yourself up and away from him slightly, his eyes following you with a hollow curiosity. You shrugged your shoulders and cleared your throat, hesitantly meeting his gaze again, “Th-then we can stop.” You went to sit up, “S-sorry, I can leave—”
Yeosang grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back towards him, pushing you back onto the floor, “I didn’t say I wanted to stop…” He stroked his hand along your face, looking down at you longingly as he dragged his thumb over your lower lip, “I just needed to know what your reaction would be…” His other hand traced up over the skin of your stomach underneath your shirt, “Do you still want me to feel you?”
You nodded, the heat from your cheeks sinking back down to swell in your chest and stomach, “Y-yes…”
He pushed your shirt up over your chest, exposing your breasts to the air, his cold gaze melting over your form. Yeosang sunk his head down into the crook of your neck, kissing at your throat as he traced his fingers over your chest, delicately circling around the nipple of one of your breasts. He breathed hard into your skin and firmly grasped at your soft flesh. He gasped as he squeezed your chest. “I’ve had fat men fuck me before… Their breasts didn’t feel like this…” Yeosang carefully massaged your chest, raising himself up to look down at you, “You feel so soft…” He lowered himself to peck at your lips, “So supple…” He brought his hand up to hold your face as he leaned completely into you, giving you a fervent kiss as he pressed his bare chest to yours. His erection pushed at you, and he whimpered hot and wet against your lips, tears starting to well up around his eyes again, “I want more of you…”
You reached down to hook your thumbs into your waistband, raising your hips up to start sliding down your sweatpants. Yeosang broke from the kiss and sat up, scooching back a bit to help you pull off your pants, his breathing heavy as he looked over the soft curves of your body. A breath caught in his throat as he looked down at your waist, admiring the structure of your hips as you revealed more of yourself to him.
Yeosang pulled your pants off of you completely and set them aside, his eyes glazing over and lips parting as he took in the sight of your bare cunt. He carefully brought a hand in to rub at your hip, looking down at your womanhood with famished intrigue.
He leaned back on his heels, staring down between your legs as he brought his hand over his groin and started rubbing at his hardness over the fabric of his dress, “Show me…” He breathed out and met your eyes, “Show me how you like to be touched…”
You let out a shaky breath as you watched him grip at his erection, “I thought you wanted to be the one to touch me?”
“I do…” Yeosang exhaled, his eyelids heavy as he traced your body with his eyes, “I’ve just never touched a woman before, I want you to show me how you want me to touch you before I put my hands on you…” He reached underneath the skirt of the white dress and into his underwear, gripping himself tight as he stroked his cock, “I want to make sure I do it right.”
His uncovered torso was starting to glisten with a faint sheen of sweat, the well-defined muscles in his arm and chest tensing up as he jerked himself off, and you wondered if he could see visibly how wet you became at the sight as you spread your legs more for him to give him a better view.
You brought your hand in between your legs, dipping your pointer and middle finger into your slick, sliding down into the lips of your cunt and circling over your clit. You let out a shaky breath, the stimulation releasing some of that pent up tension in your chest as you raised your eyes up to take in how Yeosang looked at you with such awe as you touched yourself. His makeup was smeared across his face now, and you couldn’t help but clench at the thought that the lipstick smudged all over his mouth was also smudged over your lips and skin. You massaged your nub at a faster pace, restraining a small whine at the sight of this beautiful, disheveled man jerking himself off so fervently to you.
Your gaze lowered to his waist, his abdominal muscles tight as he bucked his hips into his hand, the erection he was stroking hidden from view under the skirt of his dress. You imagined how that erection would feel inside of you as you slipped your fingers down and into your cunt.
Yeosang opened his mouth and huffed, his brows hitching upward as he watched your fingers disappear inside yourself. He hiked up the skirt of his dress and withdrew his cock from his underwear, allowing you to fully see the flushed, pink member as he furiously stroked it, pre-cum already dripping from the slit on his tip.
The sight made you hum into your lips and you pushed your fingers into your wet, aching heat, massaging yourself from the inside as deep as you could go. You curled your fingers in a steady rhythm, your humming turning into gasping, your body growing more and more desperate for this man’s touch, no longer content with your fingers.
“P-please…” You bit down on your lip as you fucked your fingers in and out of yourself, looking up at Yeosang with tears in your eyes, “Please, Yeosang… I want you… I want you to touch me…”
Yeosang let out a low groan and released his erection, falling forward and grabbing at your thighs to pull you towards him. He lowered himself to give you a hot, wet kiss before leaning back to spread your legs open, allowing himself to get a better look at you, “Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable…” He brought his fingers over to your labia, giving the lips of your cunt a testing touch and looking up to examine your reaction before sliding his fingers over your clit, just like you had done.
Feeling his warm, sturdy fingers on you made you writhe with a rush of euphoria, “Mmmm… Yes!” Your leaned your head back and gasped as he rubbed quick circles around your hardened nub, “Just like that!”
Yeosang studied you with an inebriated gaze, saliva building up in his mouth as he watched you convulse from his touch. Feeling more confident, and leaned back in to push his lips to yours while you were mid-moan, kissing you hard as he continued rubbing you at a quick and steady rhythm. Eventually, he allowed his fingers to slip downwards, inserting his middle and pointer finger into your opening just like you had done.
“Ahhn!” You reached up to grab at his arms to keep you steady as you shook from the intrusion, his biceps bulging in your grip as he pushed his fingers in and out of you.
“Fffuck…” Yeosang moaned, pushing his forehead to yours as he relished in the sensation of your cunt, “You’re wet… You’re so fucking wet…” His breath was hot against your mouth as he huffed, “It feels better than lube… You feel so much better than lube…” He glanced down between your legs, “You’re so wet, I bet I could…” He slowly pushed a third finger into you, and you writhed beneath him at the stretch.
“Ahhh, fuck!” You whimpered.
Yeosang quickly retracted his fingers, his eyes wide with concern as he looked up at you, “I’m sorry, did that hurt you?”
You shook your head with a breathless chuckle, “Not at all. In fact…” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in closer to you, giving him a kiss on the cheek before breathing into his ear, “I want more.”
Yeosang grit his teeth hard and leaned away from you, a chill rushing over your skin from the loss of his heat. He turned and pulled over the dusty storage bin, searching through it with determination.
You panted, tilting your head to the side as you watched him curiously, “What are you looking for?”
“Condoms.” Yeosang said, not breaking from his mission as he dug through the bin. He pulled out a box and looked over it with a dazed, bittersweet huff, “Strange to actually use these for contraception…”
You sucked on your lip as you watched him turn back towards you with the box, working at pulling out one of the metallic wrapper covered condoms inside. You shyly looked down towards the rug, “I don’t know if that’s really necessary…” You glanced up at him, “The others didn’t exactly wear condoms…” Yeosang paused as he was about to rip open the wrapper, carefully considering your words. You sat up and stroked his chest, leaning in to kiss at his throat, “Besides, I want you to be able to feel me…” You smirked and whispered into his ear, “All of me…”
The chord inside of Yeosang keeping him together snapped as he shivered desperately into your touch, “Fuck it.” He threw the box aside and pushed you by your chest back onto the floor, “They’re expired anyways.” He leaned down onto you and gave you a wet, passionate kiss, his hand on your chest sliding up to gently grip at your throat. Yeosang settled back in between your legs as he kissed you, jerking at himself as he leaned in and got closer to your heat.
You reached in between your bodies to slide your hand over his, rubbing his erection along with him as you mumbled into his lips, “Please… I want you… I want you so bad…”
A small laugh huffed from his saliva-coated lips, your words unlocking a number of memories from him, “I’m normally the one that say’s that line…” He leaned back and pushed his hair out of his face, taking a moment to catch his breath as he looked down at you. He gripped himself tight and forced his eyes to yours, his expression sincere, “Stop me anytime you want, okay?”
You gave him a less than patient nod, your eyes darting down at the soft, swollen tip of his member hovering so close to your slick before forcing your gaze back to him, “Please…”
Yeosang looked down at you, his labored breathing shaking his body as he calculated how his next steps were supposed to work. It was new territory for him to feel so uncertain in a situation like this, hoping his intuition would guide him through.
He reached in and parted the slick lips of your swollen cunt with his fingers, swallowing hard as he leaned his hips forward, guiding his tip through your folds, shivering with a gasp as he finally felt your moisture on him.
He stumbled forward a bit, one hand quickly reaching up to push into the rug beside your shoulder, and you raised up your hands to press into his chest, helping to hold him steady. Yeosang closed his eyes and took a moment to catch his breath and settle his nerves before he slowly started pressing his hips forward. His eyes flickered open to stare into yours as he angled his cock into your entrance, his body convulsing slightly as he started pushing you open, the two of you gasping in unison as his tip fully slid into you.
Yeosang paused himself, his muscles fully tense as he held his body steady, forcing himself to check in with you before moving forward, “A-are you okay…?” He shook his head and furrowed his brows upward, “N-no pain?”
You shook your head and panted out your response, “Not at all.” You leaned your head back onto the floor and raised your hips up, “P-please… More…”
Yeosang nodded, his eyelids heavy with desire as he leaned an arm over your head, keeping his eyes on yours and biting his lip hard as he thrust his hips forward. His throbbing member pushed into you, your walls fluttering and stretching tight around him as he inched his way into your core.
“Oh fuck…” Yeosang hissed, eyes rolling back slightly. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth as he rocked his hips out slightly and back into you. “It’s so much different than a man’s hole…” He bit his lips and bucked into you again, long strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “It’s not as tight… But it’s soft… And it’s…” His inner brows curved up, a sharp whine escaping his throat as he thrust into you again and again, “Gooey…” He slid a hand over your thigh and dug his fingers into you, leaning over you to hover his mouth close to yours as he stared intensely into your eyes, “It’s good… It’s so fucking good.” He panted breathlessly as he started picking up speed, “F-fuck!”
Tears streamed down your face as he rocked his firm, rigid body against yours, “Y-Yeosang… Fuck…” You wrapped your arms around him, dragging your shaking fingers into the pale skin of his muscular back, leaving behind red lines that marked him as yours in this carnal moment.
He pushed his lips to yours, moaning harshly into your mouth as he shut his eyes and slammed his hips into yours, your fluids filling the air with a lewd squelching sound as your skin slapped against his.
Yeosang was heavy on you like a statue, holding your body in place as his thrusting became rougher and more rhythmic, each thrust filling your vision with stars as electric shocks of euphoria echoed deep within your body.
It was mechanical, and it was raw, your bodies shaking and writhing against each other, his lips refusing to leave yours.
Yeosang didn’t want the dirty talk. He didn’t want the praise or the cries of affirmation. He didn’t want the passionately spoken sweet nothings murmured between heated breaths, nor did he want the empty promises of love exchanged as meaninglessly as dollar bills found crumpled on the nightstand after waking up alone in a cold bed.
He just wanted you.
Your body connected his.
Your warmth on his skin, and his warmth on yours.
The breath from his flared nostrils was hot on your cheek, his lips wet and heavy on your lips. His hair fell over you and tickled your skin, acting as a curtain around the two of you, keeping you safe and hidden from the rest of the world as he leaned into you.
The pressure that was building up was quickly becoming too much, and you were starting to feel light headed the more his lips refused to let up. You jerked yourself away from the kiss with a gasp, panting as air finally filled your lungs, “Yeo-Yeosang…”
Yeosang withdrew himself from you, breathing out a low, commanding: “Get on your knees…” that almost made you cum just from the sound. Before you could even start to get up, Yeosang had his hands on your waist, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling you up into a kneeling position.
You then felt the swollen tip of his cock slide through your folds again before before pushing back up into you with a quick, mind-numbing thrust. Your body convulsed from the sudden intrusion, gripping at the plush, black rug as you cried out, “O-oh god!” You bit down on your lip and continued to moan as Yeosang gripped your waist and pulled your hips harshly against him as he thrust hard back into you again.
He leaned in and hooked an arm across your chest, pulling your upper body up and pressing you against the foot of his bed. Yeosang placed a firm hand on your back and held you in place, huffing out short, heavy breaths with each upward thrust into your core, sweat dripping down his skin as he lost himself to the rhythm.
You dug your nails into the blankets of his bed, burying your face into the mattress to suppress the moans and whines that cracked through your body with each electric shock of euphoria. He stretched you open and filled you entirely with him, and you were melting around him in a gooey, heaving mess of ecstasy.
The beautiful, muscular man traced your body, which shook and trembled in his touch. Yeosang pushed up your shirt with his hand, admiring more of your bare form as you rocked against his thrusting, his other hand on your hip to guide you back to him each time he pushed further into you. Heat tinted his pale skin, blushing his face and chest and covering him with a warm glow that radiated from him like a furnace, his fingers burning lines into you as he dug into your flesh.
Yeosang fell forward, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back against his chest, holding you tight as he bucked into you with short, rapid thrusts. His breathing was hot and rough in your ear, sending a tingling straight down your spine and making your whole body quiver. One of his arms squeezed you tight, the other slid down your chest and over your stomach until his fingers found their way back into your folds.
“I want you to let go for me…” Yeosang husked into your ear, sending another shiver straight to your core. He circled his fingers around your clit, making you bite down hard at your lip to restrain a desperate whine, pleasure rolling through your nerves with each rotation. He nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed at the nape of your neck, his lips dragging against your skin as he moaned, “Let go with me.”
The circling of his fingers increased in speed and intensity, his cock pulsing and throbbing to the rapid beat of his heart within the tightly clenched, fluttering walls of your cunt. His skin slammed into you, his hips trembling and his thrusting becoming more and more erratic. The muscles in your core were wound up tight, your whole body tensing under his touch and your mouth open wide and gasping as you chased the high that was taking over your senses.
Yeosang’s voice dripped over the lobe of your ear, “Cum with me…” His words were less coherent, the man losing himself to intoxicating lust as he crashed closer and closer to the edge.
Time stopped and you felt your body floating in free fall as the chord wound tight inside you finally snapped, “O-o-oh fuck!” Tears streamed down your face as you started to convulse against the overwhelming force that held you from behind. “Yeosang! Yeosang!” High pitched cries sputtered from your lips, and Yeosang quickly covered up your mouth with his hand to keep you from getting too loud as you writhed beneath him, soaking him with your fluids as you gushed and trembled around his cock.
Yeosang just grit his teeth tight, sinking his head into your shoulder as every muscle fiber in his body tensed up all at once. His shaking hand on your clit quickly moved to hold onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to keep himself steady as he released himself inside of you.
His thrusting slowed to long, slow drags, grunting deep and low in his throat as you felt his hot seed dripping out of you, coating you in thick, sticky euphoria.
The waves crashing hard inside your body eventually slowed to a dull, rushing roar, eventually leaving you with only the sound of your combined panting as the world suddenly became quiet once again.
Wet lips pressed against the shell of your ear, trailing slow kisses down the length of your neck as Yeosang released his hand from your mouth and traced his fingers down your chest. He carefully pulled his flaccid member from you, leaving your depths throbbing and aching and empty.
Gentle hands slowly pulled at your waist and guided you down onto the ground, the plush rug a welcome hug on your aching body. Yeosang sunk down beside you, holding you from behind and resting his head into your shoulder.
The two of you laid there in silence for a while, catching your breath and recovering from the event that just took place.
Yeosang peeked down at himself and breathed out a small laugh, “I think I’m gonna need to change this dress…”
You let out a small, sympathetic chuckle and craned your neck to look back at him, “I’m sorry about that…”
The beautiful man stroked your shoulder, resting his forehead into the back of your head, “Are you okay?”
You scooched and twisted your body around to face him, smirking slightly when you saw his eyes shy away from yours. “I’m good. Really good.” You raised a hand up and stroked his cheek, gently lifting his face to force his gaze to yours, “Are you okay?”
He breathed out a small laugh, his heavy lidded eyes tracing your face for a moment before he reached an arm around you and pulled you in for another slow, languid kiss.
When your lips finally parted, he pushed his forehead to yours and smiled, “Yes. I’m okay.” His fingers leisurely traced over your skin, the gentleness of the touch leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Yeosang let out a half-hearted smirk and whispered, more to himself than to you, “So this is what it’s like…”
You let out a soft chuckle, “To have sex with a woman?”
Yeosang slowly shook his head side to side, “Not that…”
A creaking from the doorway drew both of you immediately away from the conversation, you shot your head around to look over at the door.
Wooyoung leaned against the doorframe with the biggest, smuggest smile on his face, eyebrows flicking upward when he saw he’d finally caught your attention, “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Do keep going, please…” The Oreo-haired man bit his lip as his gaze shifted down to your bare ass before flicking over to Yeosang’s sweat-covered, partially naked body, “Didn’t think you had it in ya, sport… I’m honestly proud of you.”
You rolled onto your back with an exhausted chuckle, and Yeosang groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face, “How long have you been standing there, Woo?”
Wooyoung dragged his tongue over his lower lip, the corner of his mouth peeking up into a sly smirk, “Not long enough, I think I missed some of the key moments…” He swung around what appeared to be a collar on his finger as he leaned more into the room, his brow twitching up as he grinned, “Care to demonstrate them for me again?”
“You fucking pervert.” Yeosang found the tossed-aside box of condoms on the floor beside him and threw it at Wooyoung, who managed to step aside and dodge the projectile.
Wooyoung tsked and cocked his head, “I’m not the one busy fooling around when shit’s this close to hitting the fan.” He let out a saddened sigh and crossed his arms, “I hate to dampen the mood on a good time, but you gotta get dressed, buddy.” Wooyoung held up the collar in his hand, eyebrows raising upward, “It’s time to go.”
Omg missed you so much! I love the new update!!!! ❤️❤️
Sorry I've been gone for so long! I'm really glad you liked the update, we're almost to the main bits of action for the story. I look forward to finally showing you guys what's been living in my head for months now!
Terrified and at the end of his rope, Hongjoong seeks help from Peter and his militia.
Whether or not he can really trust the ragtag group of revolutionaries, he has no other choice.
Read on AO3 here.
Chapter total word count: 5,735 words
This chapter contains NO SMUT.
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You peeked through the curtains and watched as a small fleet of worn-down jeeps and trucks pulled up to the gravel lot out front of the mansion, the bright headlights obscuring the figures that emerged from the vehicles. It was late into the evening now, so you couldn’t make out the features of the forty or so men that crowded around, but you did recognize the goateed black man that walked up and embraced Seonghwa as he went out to greet the newly-arrived guests.
Peter and Seonghwa looked around anxiously as they spoke, the rest of Peter’s men huddling around the parked vehicles nearby, awaiting Peter’s orders before taking any sort of action.
You had cleaned yourself up and changed back into a t-shirt and sweatpants, sitting on a velvet bench beside a window in the dark, unlit foyer, making sure to keep yourself hidden from view as you observed the men outside. You shifted your gaze beyond the tree line, searching for any sign of headlights in the distance—searching for any sign of Hongjoong and the others.
A soft hand on your shoulder caused you to flinch, only just now realizing that it had been a long while since you had last taken a breath, the unexpected touch pulling you out of an anxious trance. You turned to look up at Jongho, who shifted an apprehensive gaze between you and the window.
“We should get you to your room…” Jongho swallowed and met your eyes, trying to urge you to follow him.
Your breath was heavy as you let out a slow exhale through flared nostrils, gripping the curtain as your eyes wandered down to the floor, “This concerns me, right?” You lifted your eyes again to give Jongho a stern glare, “Shouldn’t I at least be part of the conversation?”
Jongho let out a desperate sigh, his brows furrowed with concern as he glanced out the window towards Peter’s men, “We can’t let them see you…”
You had now idea how much the men outside knew about the situation—they seemed anxious, but not overly curious about what could be hiding inside the mansion, so maybe they didn’t know?
“Given everything that’s going on…” You murmured, staring at Peter and Seonghwa. You watched as Peter’s gaze shifted in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours for a moment before you closed the curtains. “How long do you honestly expect to keep me a secret from them?”
***
San pulled the truck up to the mansion, Peter’s militia members all stepping back to give way for Hongjoong’s group to drive on through. San parked the vehicle just in front of Peter and Seonghwa, who stood there waiting for them, illuminated by the headlights.
Hongjoong stumbled out of the truck, moving forward in a daze towards the mansion, San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung cautiously emerging from the truck after him.
“Joongie…” Peter attempted to place a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder, but the smaller man just waved him off, his eyes fixed ahead of him.
“Let me… Let me just get inside first…” Hongjoong raked his hair back, his momentum pushing him forward, “Let’s get inside where I can think…”
“Hongjoong!” Jongho yelled from the entrance of the mansion, his feet pounding on the stone ground as he met Hongjoong just outside the door.
Hongjoong stopped, his expression falling when he saw Jongho’s bruised face, his lip quivering with regret as he spoke, “Jongho… I—”
Before Hongjoong could continue, Jongho suddenly lurched forward and struck him across the face, causing the smaller man to stumble hard onto the ground. The crowd around them went silent.
Jongho heaved heavy breaths, his expression stern and intense as he stepped closer to the stunned Hongjoong. The lawyer let out a slow exhale to soothe his nerves, stroking his hair back with a nod, “There…” He reached down and took Hongjoong by the hand, pulling him back up to his feet. “Now we’re even.” Jongho then embraced Hongjoong, the smaller man’s eyes widening with a complicated series of emotions all rushing through him at once.
Hongjoong’s voice shook as he attempted to speak into Jongho’s shoulder, “J-Jongho…”
The lawyer’s eyes stung with tears that started to fall down his cheeks, hugging the smaller man even tighter, “I know you’re scared, Joong. You’ve already lost so much, and you’re terrified of losing it again.” He leaned back and held onto Hongjoong’s arms with both hands, swallowing as he stared into his friend’s eyes, “We’re going to need to trust each other if we’re going to get through this. You can’t fall apart on me.”
Hongjoong’s legs buckled beneath him, his weight falling into Jongho as the large man held him up. Hongjoong sobbed, hugging Jongho tight and burying his face into the stockier man’s arm, “I’m so sorry, Jongho… I fucked up. I should have trusted you, I-I sh-shouldn’t have…”
“I know…” Jongho sighed and pulled the weeping Hongjoong up to give him a proper hug, patting the back of the smaller man’s head to comfort him, “I know, Joong.” He stepped back and held onto Hongjoong’s tear-stained face, forcing him to meet his eyes. He gave Hongjoong a playful slap on the cheek, smirking as he spoke, “We’ll figure out how you can properly pay me back for all that bullshit later.” The lawyer smoothed out Hongjoong’s sleeves, “For now…” Jongho eyed the people surrounding him and let out a long, slow sigh, “We gotta figure out how to clean up this mess…”
Seonghwa placed his hand on Jongho’s shoulder, his gaze shifting from Hongjoong to Peter, who stood close by, “Let’s get inside and discuss how we’re gonna deal with this. Peter, have your men wait out here…”
Peter nodded and turned to wave out to his men, “You guys stay put! We’re gonna discuss things inside, I’ll give you an update when we’re finished!”
Jongho put his arm around Hongjoong and led him through the door, followed by Seonghwa and Peter, then San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung.
Inside the mansion, you quickly stood up from the bench and met Hongjoong’s eyes as he and Jongho walked through the door. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment of silence. You then stepped towards Hongjoong, and he reached out for you, quickly taking you in his arms and breathing hard into your shoulder as he hugged you tight.
“I’m so sorry.” Hongjoong gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, pushing his forehead into your shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry…”
“It’s okay.” You breathed out, “I’m just glad you guys are okay…”
Hongjoong pulled away slowly, turning to glance at Peter as he walked into the foyer.
Peter gave you a reassuring smirk, offering his hand to you, smiling as you took it, “It’s nice to meet you properly, ‘Felix’.” He shook your hand and pulled away, “Though, I wish it were under better circumstances…” Peter put a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder and squeezed, “I wish all of this were under better circumstances.”
Hongjoong nodded, looking over to the others as they walked into the foyer and closed the door after them. “I did some thinking on the drive over, I have some ideas on how we can deal with Rourke, but we won’t be able to pull it off without Pyrate’s help…”
Peter put his hands on his hips and glanced towards the curtain covered windows, “I’m more than happy to help, Joongie…” The goateed man then shifted his gaze towards the rest of group, his voice dropping low, “But I haven’t exactly told my boys yet what’s going on…”
Seonghwa nodded slowly, “We’ll figure out what to say to them. We’ll come up with something that doesn’t involve her.” He met your eyes, his own tinged with poorly concealed anxiety.
Wooyoung nodded and crossed his arms, “Yeah, they don’t exactly need to know about her, right?”
Peter grit his teeth and looked down, “There’s no question that we need to keep her hidden from the rest of the world… But if my guys are going to risk their lives for this—for her—they’re going to need a good fucking reason.” He sighed and lifted his eyes to look at Hongjoong, “They need to know.”
Hongjoong’s body shook as he inhaled, staring at the floor, going over all the possible options, weighing all the pros and cons in his head. His silence made the others uneasy.
Jongho stammered, looking from Hongjoong to Peter, “We… We obviously can’t tell them… We can’t tell them about…”
Peter bit his lip and shook his head, “We’re going into a war for this, mate… They’re going to find out sooner or later…”
Seonghwa glared at Peter, his eyes in a panic but his lips sealed shut, just waiting for Hongjoong’s decision.
Jongho shook his head, “N-no… No.” He raked his fingers through his hair, “We’ll think of something… Something to say to them… Something that won’t reveal…”
Mingi shouted out in a baffled tone, “Joong, you can’t be considering telling them!? That will just create more problems!”
Hongjoong’s expression became still, coming to terms with the reality presented to him. “Peter’s right.” He glanced over towards you and took your hand, “If we want their help, they’ll need to know what they’re heading into.” Hongjoong met your eyes, and you just looked back at him, already knowing the decision he had to make. You gave him a small nod, and Hongjoong shifted his gaze over to Peter, “How much do you trust your men?”
Peter stared back at Hongjoong, his voice soft as he spoke, “You tell me.” He crossed his arms, “You’ve said on a number of occasions that you think of them as family, that the camp is your second home…” The goateed man lowered his head and nodded, “These are unprecedented circumstances, I can’t speak on every single one of them how they’ll react… If each one of them is truly trustworthy with this…” He met Hongjoong’s eyes, “But if you’re going to get out of this, you’ll need to trust them with your life, just like I do.”
Hongjoong looked at Peter for a long moment, silent and deep in thought. He then turned his attention towards you, taking hold of both of your hands. His voice was gentle and broken as he spoke, “I won’t let them hurt you, I promise.”
You bit your lip and nodded, giving Hongjoong’s hands a reassuring squeeze, “I know.”
Slowly, Hongjoong led you towards the doorway.
Mingi lunged forward, hissing low in his throat, “Joong! What are you doing!?” Yunho held the pink haired man back, knowing he couldn’t do anything about the situation. This wasn’t his decision to make.
Jongho grabbed you by the arm to keep you from moving forward, tears in his eyes as he gave you a desperate look, “Y-you have a say in this decision, too. Just like you said…” He shook his head, pleading with you not to continue forward, “You don’t have to go out there.”
You placed your hand on his, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes, “You guys will be killed if we don’t get their help.” You gave him a reassuring nod, “You can’t keep me a secret anymore.” You turned away from Jongho’s grip, meeting Peter’s eyes as you walked towards the door.
Wooyoung grabbed his hair and stared at you, his breathing uneven and catching in his throat. San gripped the Oreo haired man tight with one hand, the other hand reaching to take a cautious hold on the gun he had holstered to his side.
Yeosang just watched, his eyes silently following you, his body twitching briefly with a momentary break in his facade. His face managed to maintain a stoic resolve, but his body held onto a tight anxiety that trembled through his limbs.
Peter whispered into your ear as he reached for the handle of the door, “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you, I promise.”
You breathed out a small, humorless huff, meeting his eyes as he opened the door, “Is that a promise you’re sure you can keep?”
Peter just swallowed and looked on ahead, walking through the door first and stepping outside as you and Hongjoong followed close behind. The goateed man looked over the group of men, standing around the vehicles and sitting in truck beds, polishing their rifles and guns. They were all the same men from the market, you recognized some of their faces, but they all seemed different in this lighting. Less jolly and more uneasy as they stood there waiting for their leader to speak.
The headlights of the vehicles acted as a sort of spotlight as Peter stepped onto the gravel lot, looking over his men before raising his voice to speak, “I pulled you guys all out here tonight because I told you that our friends were in trouble.”
Fog came from his mouth as he spoke, the cold evening air chilling your skin as you nervously glanced at the men all staring in your direction.
Peter continued, “Many of you owe your lives to Hongjoong and his boys. I know when I told you he needed our help, most of you volunteered your aide without needing to know anything more.” He lowered his head and glanced back towards you, taking in a deep breath before turning to address his men, “But this isn’t a simple mission, nor is it anything close to standard, so I need to warn you about what it is exactly that you’re walking into. What you’re laying your lives down for.”
The militia members watched Peter curiously, more and more of them looking cautiously towards you, the unfamiliar figure so close to their leader.
“You need to know the gravity of the situation,” Peter nodded towards his men, “And I need you to trust us with the same amount of trust we’re about to put in you. Because what’s at stake here is the very core of what we represent. It’s much more than freedom from the DOP. Much more than taking down our oppressors. Much more than any of our lives.” Peter spoke with a gravitas that made even you feel ready to stand up and fight, the calm urgency in his voice making it clear the stakes that lay within his words, “It’s a world worth fighting for, a future worth dying for. A hope for a tomorrow where this world can heal. That is what we are fighting for.” Peter turned to look at you, gesturing his hand towards you as he looked back to his men, “This person right here… This woman…” The moment he said the word, the men surrounding the lot all chattered amongst themselves, staring at you with disbelief. “She is who we are fighting for.”
The moment Peter stopped to take a breath, the crowd all spoke out at once.
“Did you really just say ‘woman’?”
“That can’t be a woman…”
“A real woman?”
“Are you serious, sir?”
The militia members were all speaking louder now, the crowd getting riled up as they processed what Peter had said.
“How the hell is she alive?” One man yelled out.
“She could be a fake!” Another man hollered, “Can you say for certain she’s real?”
“Do you have proof that she is who she says she is?”
Hongjoong stepped in front of you, shielding you slightly as he addressed the anxious crowd, “She’s as real as each of you are!” He clenched his jaw, “She is flesh and blood, and she is under the protection of me and my group. Anyone who tries to lay a finger on her has to go through us.”
As if to help prove his point, Seonghwa, Jongho, San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung all filed out of the mansion and stood behind you, on guard and ready to act if needed.
Hongjoong held onto your arm and spoke clearly and with authority over the crowd, “She is in our care, and the DOP is trying to get its hands on her, and we will stop at nothing to keep that from happening.” He ground his teeth together, his eyes stinging and voice shaking as he pleaded, “And we desperately need your help.”
Peter spoke up, “A woman is in trouble, and we need to do everything in our power to keep her away from the DOP, and away from those who would try to harm her.” He softened his tone and looked between each of the members of his group, “We’re telling you this not just because we need to trust you, but because I know you all share the same hope as I do. Every single one of you knows the importance this woman has, and how we can’t let the DOP get to her.”
An older man stepped forward from the crowd, addressing you directly, his faded blue eyes filled with awe as he stared at you, “How have you survived all this time?”
Hongjoong held his arm over you as if to protect you from this man, and you could feel the tension of the boys behind you, each one of them ready to pull out their guns to protect you if needed.
You looked at the elderly man and met his eyes, “I don’t know.”
Another man lunged forward, “Where did you come from?”
Your voice shook as you shifted your gaze towards the ground, “I-I don’t know…”
Another larger man stepped forward from the group. He looked different in the dark of the night, but you recognized him as the friendly stall owner who was the first to greet Hongjoong at the market the other day. His eyes were kind as he spoke to you with a sincere voice, “What is your name?”
Your ears started to ring slightly as you searched your memories again, that same headache pounding against your skull as you strained to remember who you were. “I… I don’t…”
Hongjoong held onto your arm and stepped forward, “She experienced a traumatic accident, and has no memory of who she is or where she’s from, she only came into our care recently. Whether it was by chance or by an act of God, she is nothing short of a miracle.” He turned his head to meet your eyes, “She is our miracle.” He turned to look back towards the rest of Peter’s men, “And I will die before I let anything happen to her. It is our duty to make sure General Rourke and the rest of the DOP never finds her. How she got here, how she came to be here, how she’s alive—none of that matters right now!” Tears fell down Hongjoong’s face as he looked at the men, “General Rourke knows about her. I don’t know who else knows, but I know for certain we can’t let the general get his hands on her!”
Peter nodded, “Running is an option, but running only leads to a life of endless running, so I have a better option!” He called out to his men, fire in his voice, “We make the snake think he has his prey, then cut the fucker off at the head while he’s got his guard down.” He met Hongjoong’s eyes, “Two birds, one stone. We make sure the girl remains a secret, and we eliminate the DOP’s bloodthirsty head of their military.” He looked back to his men, “With Rourke gone, it’ll give us the opening we need to take down the DOP at its core. Rourke isn’t the kind of man to take risks like this, so we need to strike now, or else we could never get the chance again, and I need each and every one of you with me on this.” Peter gestured his hand towards you, “This woman right here, I believe with all of my heart that she is the key to taking down the DOP once and for all. She is the spark that will set our revolution aflame! We need each man here ready to fight for her, I need each of you willing to lay your life on the line for her! Will you help us?”
An uneasy silence spread over the crowd—a quiet, uncertain murmuring between the men as they all stared at you.
The large friendly stall owner took another step forward, nodding his head towards you, “My name is Niran, I’m a farmer at the base of the mountain.” He stood proud and held a hand over his chest, “I don’t have much, but you have my word: any man who wishes to do you harm, out there in the world, in the DOP…” He gestured his hand towards the men around him, giving them all a stern glare, “And even amongst my brotherhood… Anyone who wishes to hurt you…” He pounded his fist into his chest and met your eyes, “…Will have to go through me.”
There was another silent pause, then another man stepped forward, “They’ll have to go through me, as well.”
A few more men called out, “And me!”
“Me, too!”
“Aye, me too!”
“Gonna be hard to get through me!”
A cacophony of voices called out, all in agreement to the first man’s sentiment, their voices carrying an overwhelming hope that welled up unexpectedly in your chest, hot tears breaking though your eyes and streaming down your cheeks as you watched them all.
The large man, Niran, got down on his knee and bowed, and soon the others all followed suit, kneeling down on the gravel and bowing towards you. Niran spoke, bowing his head even lower, “We will gladly lay down our lives to keep you safe.”
You stared out over the men all bowing to you as though you were some sort of prophesized savior, you couldn’t quite process the gravity of it all. You struggled to catch your breath, your eyes stinging as you spoke out in a soft, barely audible voice, “I didn’t ask anyone to lay down their life for me…”
Peter turned and looked you over, his voice carrying a calm absolution as he spoke, “I suppose that’s the burden of being a miracle.” He gave you gentle smile as you met his gaze, “Your life is worth more than all of ours combined.”
Hongjoong gently squeezed your hand, “I know this isn’t what you signed up for…” He looked out over the crowd, studying the men kneeling before you, “But we’ll stick it through with you to the very end. No matter what happens.” He turned and started leading you back into the mansion, nodding towards the rest of his crew, “Now let’s figure out how to deal with Rourke…”
***
After things settled a bit and Peter’s men were filled in on the situation, the group gathered in the dining room along with Peter and select handful of his men. Maps and documents were spread across the table, many of which were taken from Murdock’s hideout. Wooyoung had his laptop and was looking through databases for additional intel while the rest of the group spoke.
You sat at the far end of the main table, sipping at some tea Seonghwa had brought for you, trying to ignore how Peter’s men all stared at you.
Peter leaned over the table, looking at a large map of the outer limits stretching beyond the main city. “Where did Rourke tell you to met him for the rendezvous?”
Hongoong, whose eyes were sunken from worry and exhaustion, reached over and pointed at a spot on the map, “At this abandoned base here, by the old amusement park.”
Yunho looked through the files taken from Murdock’s hideout, squinting as he peered back over to the map Hongjoong and Peter were looking over, “This is peculiar…”
“What is it?” Hongjoong moved to look at the file Yunho had in his hands.
“It looks like Rourke constructed a series of tunnels that weren’t approved by the DOP, they lead from one base to the other…” Yunho pulled out the schematics for a series of tunnels and held it over the map. “The tunnels lead right to that base…”
San dropped what he was doing and looked over at the schematics, “I know these tunnels, Woo and I used them to escape back before Hongjoong recruited us…” He poked a finger over where the abandoned base was “I bet Rourke was using this as the outpost for that illegal trade network we read about back at Murdock’s place…” San looked up and met Hongjoong’s eyes, “I know how to navigate these tunnels, I can lead a group in through one of the outer terminals and we can sneak up on them from behind. We’ll take ‘em down from the inside while you guys distract Rourke from the outside.”
“Rourke will be on the lookout for any sneak attacks like that…” Yunho sighed and looked through the rest of the documents he had laid out on the table.
“Rourke will be looking for attacks from the outside.” San raised his brows, “He doesn’t know that we know about the tunnels.”
“How are we going to distract him, exactly?” Hongjoong looked up at San.
“By giving him what he wants.” Peter eyed the others, “By giving him a woman.”
“We can’t bring the girl with us!” Mingi hissed in a low tone, eyes darting nervously towards you, “I thought the point of all this was to keep her away from Rourke!”
“We bring a decoy.” Hongjoong gave Peter a knowing glance, “Someone to play the role, just enough to make Rourke think I’m giving up without a fight.”
“So we’re going to convince Rourke that one of us is a lady?” Jongho muttered, scanning the various men standing around the room, pushing away the file he had in front of him out of frustration, “Everyone’s eyes would be on them, and Rourke isn’t an idiot. He’d have you shot before you even opened your mouth…”
One of Peter’s men nodded in agreement, “What idiot would volunteer for that kind of death sentence?”
A velvet, monotone voice broke through the chatter of the room, “I’ll do it.”
The room went quiet, all eyes turning their focus towards Yeosang leaning in the doorway.
“I’ll be your woman.” Yeosang added, his expression calm and unreadable, but his body stiff and tense like it had been before.
Jongho was the first to speak up, shooting up from his seat at the table, “Stop it, Sang… You can’t—”
“I’m the only one here convincing enough to keep their attention for the time we need.” Yeosang shifted his eyes over to Hongjoong, “We just need a distraction, right? I just need to be able to fool them at a glance.” He clenched his jaw and shifted his gaze down, “Peter and his boys will just need to catch them off guard before the General can get a more ‘in-depth’ inspection…”
Wooyoung turned away from his laptop and met Yeosang’s eyes, “Are you sure about this, Yeo? This puts all of the focus on you…”
Yeosang kept his eyes on the floor for a moment before glancing up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, “What other choice do we have? If we don’t deal with Rourke now, we’re all dead.”
“In that case…” Wooyoung closed his laptop and got up from the table, “I got an idea for something that’ll help with this, but it’s going to take me about an hour to put it together.” Wooyoung left the room, giving Yeosang a careful pat on the shoulder as he passed him.
Yeosang looked down vacantly, as though he were in some sort of trance as he addressed the room, “I’ll go and put myself together… Let me know what the rest of the plan is when we’re getting ready to go.”
You watched the beautiful man as he turned and left the dining room, walking down the hallway and away from the rest of the group.
Hongjoong let out a deep breath and returned his attention to the map, speaking with the others about the order of events that needed to happen for this plan to work, but the voices in the air just slipped past you like incoherent murmurs.
You didn’t absorb anything from what was being spoken, your attention completely on the open door where Yeosang was previously leaning. There was a nagging feeling in your chest. Something akin to guilt… Something akin to anger… You couldn’t make words of what you were feeling, but you were no longer content with just sitting there and letting those feelings stew.
You stood up from your seat, and a room full of eyes all followed you as you got up. You looked out nervously over Peter’s men before turning to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, clearing your throat as you spoke, “I apologize… I guess I’m feeling a little…” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to come up with the right word, “Overwhelmed? I’m gonna go lie down for a bit while you guys discuss this…”
Seonghwa put a hand on yours, “Do you need someone to come with you?”
You shook your head, glancing over to the militia members before looking down, “No, I’ll be fine.”
Hongjoong nodded and let out a slow breath, “Go rest, we’ll figure things out here, so try to get whatever sleep you can.”
“Thank you…” You nodded, then glanced around to the rest of the men in the room. “All of you… Thank you.” You lowered your head and rushed out of the room, eager to escape the suffocating air of the intense conversation.
Yunho watched as you left the room, speaking in a hushed town when he was sure you were out of earshot, “Someone will need to stay behind and watch the girl…”
Hongjoong gave a reluctant nod. He was too scared to face it until now, but he knew he had to leave you alone again. There was no way around it.
Mingi opened his mouth to speak, but Yunho just glared at the pink haired man, “Not you, Mingi. You know how Rourke operates, we need you there to help lead Peter’s men.”
San gave Mingi a firm pat on the shoulder, “Plus you have more reason than anyone to kill the bastard. Do you really want to miss seeing that fucker get what’s coming to him?”
Mingi’s pout turned into a sigh as he nodded his head in agreement, “Fine…”
Seonghwa let out a deep, reluctant sigh, “And I’m guessing you idiots will need a sniper, otherwise I’d volunteer to stay behind…”
“What you guys won’t need for this is a lawyer…” Jongho sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, “I’ll stay behind to keep an eye on her and get things ready for whatever happens next.” He glared at Hongjoong, “I assume you’ve thought about what happens next? Assuming we succeed in this suicide mission?”
“We obviously can’t stay here at the mansion anymore…” San tsked and looked up at the ceiling.
Yunho looked over to Hongjoong, “Do we have any safe houses where the DOP can’t get to her?”
Mingi spoke up, “What about Peter’s camp?”
Peter shook his head, “Too many unknowns having her with us there…” He nodded towards his other men in the room, “I brought along men I knew I could trust, but that doesn’t mean every refugee who seeks asylum at the camp is trustworthy…”
Seonghwa leaned over the table and glanced up at Hongjoong, “At this point, we’re best off getting her out of the country, somewhere overseas… You have any safe houses like that, Joong?”
Hongjoong ground his teeth together and looked down, pressing his fists into the table as he shook his head, “Not anywhere reliable…”
Peter stood there in silence for a long time before finally speaking up, “I may have a place.” He put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he looked over to Hongjoong, letting out a sigh as he continued, “It’s a few days from here by boat. I was… I was looking for a place for… For your mom…” He crossed his arms and looked down, “When things were originally looking bad with the DOP, I had heard there were some remote islands off the coast of Australia, places with resources and sustainable sources of food, where someone could live away from the eye of the DOP.” He met Hongjoong’s eyes and nodded, “I set up a shelter there, a safe place for her… I was going to take you and her away from your dad and bring you there, but by the time I got back… She…” Peter’s eyes started the water up and he looked away, biting down hard on his lip to keep his emotions in check.
Hongjoong’s eyes started to sting, he just stared at Peter, mouth slightly agape, “How come you never told me?”
Peter sniffed and shook his head, “I was too late. I couldn’t handle the guilt of that at the time, so I poured myself into Pyrate, poured myself into saving the people I could save from the DOP. But I, um…” He let out a heavy breath and stood up straight, “Look, the past is the past, all that matters is we have a place where you can take the girl.”
San shook is head, “How exactly are we going to leave the country? The DOP is in control of all the ports, there’s no way we’ll be able to get her out without getting caught.”
“We got some buddies who work the docks.” Peter nodded, “We can get a small ship loaded up with all of you tomorrow night, assuming we survive Rourke. I’ll send a couple of my boys out to make sure the dock is cleared, then you guys can load up and set sail in the cover of night.”
Hongjoong stared down at the table, mulling over the information for a moment before raising his eyes to look towards the rest of the group, “Alright. We have a rough plan for what to do after…” He stabbed a finger onto the location of the abandoned base on the map in front of him, “Now let’s focus on the before… Killing Rourke.”
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We see how the day goes from the rest of the group's POV.
Hongjoong searches for answers in Murdock's hideout, but things only go from bad to worse when he finds out what's hiding in the shadows...
Read on AO3 here.
Chapter total word count: 6,440 words
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains Brief mention of Human Trafficking and Forced Prostitution
This chapter contains NO SMUT.
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“You doing okay back there, Woo?” San eyed a very groggy Wooyoung through the rearview mirror of the truck.
The Oreo haired man groaned in his seat, pressing an electrolyte drink bottle to his forehead, searching for something cold to dampen his raging migraine. His eyes fluttered closed as he slowly bobbed his head up and down, “Just peachy.” Wooyoung rolled the bottle to his temple and let out a slow breath, “We’re almost there, right?”
Hongjoong spoke through the speaker of the phone in San’s hand, “Should be there in a few minutes.”
Wooyoung nodded, “We’ll need to park far enough away to not be caught by the cameras, but close enough to access the WiFi.”
“There’s a lot just past the building.” The phone responded with Hongjoong’s voice, “We’ll park there so you can do your thing, Woo.”
The row of trucks drove through the dilapidated neighborhoods just outside of Fortuna City. There was hardly any surveillance or security checks here, but the group still made sure to go around the more crowded slums where the discarded members of society usually ended up to avoid being seen or noticed.
Their destination was Murdock’s safe house, where the DOP employee stored his private information and took care of his side business before sending his drug runners out on the streets of the city.
San started pulling the truck into the lot Hongjoong had mentioned, following the others as they parked near the remains of a long abandoned convenience store. San glanced nervously over to where Murdock’s hideout was beyond the frame of the store, “Are you sure you can do this, Woo?”
“Would you quit hassling me already.” Wooyoung groaned as he pulled a pair of glasses from the pocket of his pajama pants. “You’re making me… What’s the opposite of ‘horny’?” He put on the glasses and rubbed his brow, “Nauseous?”
“I think that’d be the drugs…” San sighed and stopped the engine.
Wooyoung shoved open his door and slid out of the truck, “Fuck, I need some air…”
Hongjoong approached from his vehicle, Wooyoung’s laptop in hand, “Think you can shut off the cameras and security system from here?”
“We’re about to find out…” Wooyoung grabbed the laptop and shuffled over to the front of the truck, setting the computer down on the hood to start his work.
Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang joined the group from their respective trucks, looking around the area to make sure there was no one nearby.
Wooyoung clicked away at the keyboard, running scripts to access Murdock’s wifi and network. He stopped suddenly, stumbling back away from the laptop and leaning over with his hands on his knees, his body lurching forward with the threat of expelling the contents of his stomach.
“You better not vomit!” San grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to pull him upright.
“That’s DNA they can trace back to us.” Yeosang said dryly, crossing his arms and looking towards Wooyoung with an expression akin to guilt, knowing Wooyoung was only in this position because of him.
Wooyoung put his hand over his mouth, shutting his eyes as he gulped down. He cleared his throat and returned to the laptop, his face pale and sweaty, “It’s okay, I swallowed it.”
San hissed and turned away, raking his hand through his hair with concerned frustration, “Jesus, Woo… This is why you should have stayed at home.”
“If I stayed at home…” Wooyoung tapped on a few keys, eyes tracing the code on the screen before hitting the ‘Enter’ button. “Then who would be here to do this?” He smirked and turned the computer towards Hongjoong to show him the screen, which displayed a series of blacked out security feeds with bars of text across them saying: OFFLINE. “We’re good to go.”
“Alright.” Hongjoong clapped his hands together, “Let’s get to it.”
***
Murdock’s hideout was unassuming from the outside, looking like nothing more than another deserted apartment building. The group roamed the interior halls, looking through dusty apartments and searching the contents within. Most of the rooms just stored extra stock and other possessions Murdock wanted to keep hidden away.
“We’re looking for computers, hard drives, anything that could store information…” Hongjoong paced the halls as the others did a more in depth search, scanning for any thugs left behind from Murdock’s gang. The uneven wooden floorboards creaked under his feet, dust falling from the ceiling as he moved. The building was old, and every sound carried through the structure of the building as though the walls were made of paper. If someone was hiding in the building, it’d be easy enough to find them if you listened carefully.
Murdock kept his operation fairly small to avoid being noticed by his higher ups at the DOP, and he liked to keep all of his men close by, so it was unlikely there was anyone sticking around. All the same, Hongjoong kept his hand on the gun tucked away in the pocket of his coat, prepared to use it at a moment’s notice.
There was a heavy, wall-shaking THUNK of a dense body against wood as Mingi threw himself against a locked door on the second floor. After a few more attempts, the door finally cracked under Mingi’s weight and flew open.
Yunho sighed from down the hallway, “Please don’t break yourself in the process, Mingi…”
“Found it!” Mingi called out excitedly from the room he’d just broken into.
Hongjoong ran up the stairs towards the second floor, followed by Wooyoung and the others on the first floor. They all ran into the room with the busted open door to find a computer on a large desk with a couple of monitors, a row of metal filing cabinets pressed against the wall.
Hongjoong nodded to Wooyoung, “Get to work.”
Wooyoung pulled the chair from the desk and sat down, booting up the computer and placing his laptop on the table, “Aye, aye, Captain.”
Hongjoong then pointed to the cabinets against the wall, “San, Mingi, Yeosang, check through those for anything important… Especially any records filed from the past few days…”
“Yes, sir.” Yeosang pulled out a lock picking kit from his pocket and got to work unlocking the cabinets for San and Mingi to look through.
The sun was starting to set outside, and as they were losing daylight, they were also losing time, as lights on in the building would alert the outside world to their presence.
Mingi groaned as he opened up the drawer of the first cabinet and saw the amount of folders filed inside, “Why the extensive paper documentation? He could just keep this all in a computer, can’t he?”
“Computers are easy to hack.” Wooyoung smirked as he plugged his laptop into Murdock’s computer, typing away at his keyboard and looking between the different screens. “His main computer was easy enough to get into…” He muttered under his breath, searching the screens as he typed and clicked on files, “Lets see if he was smart enough to set encryptions for his files…”
“Search for the most recent files.” Hongjoong’s eyes scanned the room, looking over every little detail.
Yeosang had opened up more of the filing cabinets now, and Mingi and San were getting to work pulling out manilla folders and scanning through their contents, tossing aside anything that didn’t look like it was important, papers fluttering to the ground.
Hongjoong nodded to them, “Make sure you put aside anything related to the DOP: maps, zoning permits, and anything that looks like blackmail…” He huffed out a small breath and returned his focus to the computer screens, “Might come in handy.”
The typing of Wooyoung’s keyboard and the rustling of papers filled the silent room. Wooyoung concentrated hard on looking through each file until he found something that caught his eye. “This might be what we’re looking for…” Wooyoung brought up a newly created file, “He’s got an encryption on it…” He typed a few keys on the keyboard, “But that’s not enough to keep me out…”
The folder opened on the larger desktop screen, displaying a variety of different documents and video files.
Hongjoong leaned forward to look over the contents of the folder, furrowing his brows as he examined the file names, “Let’s see what you’re hiding, Murdock…”
Wooyoung clicked and opened the first video file. The videos that popped up were of security footage from inside of the visitor center the day prior, and Hongjoong’s heart dropped to his stomach.
Your crackling voice came out over the static of the footage, “I need to wake up!”
The short clip showed you from every angle available stumbling to the floor of the circular room with the fetus hologram, ripping off your mask and sobbing on the floor.
Wooyoung glanced nervously at Hongjoong before clicking to other files in the folder, which included multiple screenshots that were enhanced closeups of your face in the footage, and a document taken from a DOP database facial recognition scan with “NO MATCH: NOT IN DATABASE” in big bold letters at the head of the report.
Next up was file that Hongjoong wasn’t expecting, contact information for a member of his staff that they had sent home a few days prior, a gardener for the property.
“Why is Jung-Beom in here…?” Yunho leaned over Wooyoung’s chair to make sure he was looking at the document correctly, which showed the gardener’s picture and personal contact information.
“Let’s find out…” Hongjoong leaned in and clicked on the next file, which was just an audio recording.
The recording started playing, and the first voice to speak was Murdock’s:
“Thank you so much for meeting with me, Mr. Na. And at such a late hour, too.”
The gardener’s voice responded, “Oh, it’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Murdock.”
“You’re one of the few members of Hongjoong’s staff who agreed to speak with me.”
“Oh, well…” There was a long pause as the gardener went quiet.
Murdock’s voice took on a reassuring tone, “I can see that you’re nervous, Mr. Na. I promise Hongjoong will not find out about this meeting.”
The gardener spoke urgently, his fear evident in his voice, “You have to guarantee that for me, if they find out that I came to speak to you… About… About this… They’ll—”
“It’s just you and me here, Mr. Na. They won’t find out, I just need to know what happened the other night, when he sent you all home.”
“If… If I tell you… You promise to give me the reward? The reward for reporting… Well, if it’s true?”
“If what you tell me bears fruit, you’ll find yourself heavily rewarded, I promise.”
“Okay…” The gardener took a long breath before continuing. “The boys at the mansion don’t really notice me that much, I stay quiet and do my work and leave, which is probably why they didn’t notice me that night, either… I was finishing the last of the sodding work when the skies opened up and it started pouring. I took cover under the fruit trees for a moment to collect myself, and that’s when this incredible flash of… I don’t know if it was lightning? Its was bright like lightning, and loud enough to make my ears ring for all of yesterday, but it didn’t seem right? It was slow… Anyways, something splashed into the fish pond, and I immediately thought: fuck, that’s gonna kill the fish. You know how hard I work to keep those fish alive?”
Murdock interrupted, “What fell into the pond, Mr. Na? What does this have to do with Hongjoong sending you all home?”
“R-right…” The gardener stammered, returning to the point of the story, “Well… Hongjoong’s boys ran over and fished out this… This person… Then they flashed a light onto her and that’s when I knew. That right there is a fucking woman. She was naked so it was clear as day—breasts and cunt and everything—that wasn’t no man.”
Murdock’s voice carried some cautious skepticism, “How far away were you from this? Are you sure you didn’t just misunderstand what you were seeing?”
The gardener continued, “I considered this, too. I wasn’t too close, several yards away, I stayed hidden behind the tree because I didn’t want them to find out that I was eavesdropping. The rain was heavy, so I kept telling myself I had to be wrong, but the boys looked and sounded scared when they found her. I watched them for as long as I could, they took the girl and brought her inside, and shortly after, I got the radio call from my buddies inside that we were being sent home for ‘indefinite paid leave’. They couldn’t get a straight answer as to why, but I knew. I knew why we were being sent home.”
There was a hint of satisfaction in Murdock’s voice, “And this is everything you saw, Mr. Na?”
“Mhm. Part of me considered trying to sneak back inside to get a better look at her, but wasn’t quite worth the death sentence of being found out, you know?” The gardener let out a nervous chuckle that wasn’t returned by Murdock, so he moved on and cleared his throat, “If… If you do find the girl… Can you let me see her? I j-just… I want to know what a real one looks like…”
There was a sound of a chair being scooched out, Murdock groaned like he was standing up, “I’ll call you if I need anymore information from you.”
“O-of course! Thank you, Mr. Murdock.” The gardener’s voice got more distant, as though he were being ushered out of the room. “Remember the reward! When you find her! I’m the reason you found her, okay?”
There was some rustling noises and the audio recording came to a stop.
“Jung-Beom, you greedy bastard!” Wooyoung hissed, his face twitching as he circled the cursor around the gardener’s picture in the file, as though he were trying to stab it.
“I guess he hoped that Murdock would tell the DOP and they would get to you first before you found out…” Yunho looked to Hongjoong, sighing as he rubbed his brow and paced the room.
Hongjoong pulled out his phone and tsked, “Unfortunately for Jung-Beom, Murdock’s even more greedy than he is, tried to take the real ‘reward’ for himself…” He pressed the dial button and held his phone up to his ear, letting it ring for a while as he tapped on the back of the chair Wooyoung was sitting in.
“Who are you calling?” San asked as he threw some more files onto the ground.
“I’m calling Hwa…” Hongjoong spoke low, his brows furrowing when the call went to voicemail. He looked at his phone with confusion, “…But he’s not picking up.”
“That’s weird…” Yunho eyed Hongjoong nervously.
Mingi piped up, “Maybe he’s taking a shower?”
“Or maybe he’s eating…” Yeosang examined some files before tossing them aside, “You know how serious he is about eating…”
Hongjoong tried calling again, but was only met with the same voicemail message. He sighed, “I’ll give him a few minutes and try again…” He leaned in to look at the file for the gardener on Murdock’s screen, “That’s just has his contact information, right? Not his address?”
Wooyoung nodded, “Just his phone number, yeah.”
“We need to find him before he tells anyone else…” Hongjoong then turned to the trio sifting through the filing cabinets, “What are you guys finding?”
Yeosang held up a small stack of folders he had collected, “Some blackmail Murdock had on high ranking members of the government and of the DOP, as well as some other prominent groups…”
“There’s also some reports on trade within military bases…” Mingi flipped through some of the documents in his hands, furrowing his brows and trying to make sense of it before San took the files from him.
San skimmed through the folders, “Looks like Murdock was keeping a record of the fucked up shit making its way in and out of the bases—drugs, non-government sanctioned weapons, child trafficking, the works.” San took a map out of one of the files and waved it at Hongjoong, “And in the process, kept a record of where these illicit supply points are, secret locations the public most certainly wouldn’t know about.” He handed the documents over to Yeosang to add to the pile
Wooyoung looked over, eyes wide and a shocked smile parting into his open mouth, “Imagine what Peter could do with that information if he got his hands on it.”
Hongjoong nodded, “Imagine what the public would do…”
Yeosang scrutinized one of the files San had handed him, his expression dark as he made sense of the information inside, “Especially when they find out a good chunk of the kids “stolen” out of the education and birthing centers are actually being diverted to experimental child soldier programs…” He ground his teeth together and slammed the file shut, “On top of the ones smuggled out by the DOP itself and forced into prostitution and sex slavery…”
Mingi scoffed, “If the public is so up in arms about ‘baby snatchers’, they should start turning that rage towards their own government.” The pink haired man flipped through some more files, sighing as he tossed them to the floor, “Everyone’s so angry at Peter’s group, but at least they’re actually saving the kids from being forced into the DOP’s system. Not performing experiments on them or…” His eyes flicked up to Yeosang for a moment before becoming flustered and clearing his throat, “You know…”
The phone in Hongjoong’s hand started to buzz, and the brown haired man held up a finger, signaling for the others to be quiet as he pressed the button to answer, “Hwa’s calling…” He clicked on the speakerphone button so everyone could hear.
“Hey Joong, what’s up?” Seonghwa said on the other side of phone.
“Hwa, why didn’t you answer my calls?” Hongjoong raised his eyes up to look at the ceiling, his nerves still on edge about not getting an immediate response given everything going on, “Is everything alright?”
Back at the mansion, Seonghwa cleared his throat, biting his lip as he responded, “Everything’s fine here. Sorry for not answering, I was, uh… Distracted… Eating dinner.”
Yeosang nodded his head back as he whispered to the others. “Called it.”
Seonghwa continued, “Sorry, I should have been keeping track of my phone, I know how important this is. What do you need from me, Joong?”
Hongjoong looked back over Wooyoung’s shoulder at the file for the gardener on the computer screen, “I need you to look through our employee files, for everything we have on Na Jung-Beom.”
“Our gardener?” Seonghwa started making his way through the mansion towards Hongjoong’s main office on the first floor. “Shit… Don’t tell me he’s the reason Murdock came here?”
Hongjoong sighed, his eyes falling towards the video files from the visitor center. “I’ll take some of the blame for that. If it weren’t for me taking the girl to the city, Murdock probably wouldn’t have known to question our staff…”
“Still…” Seonghwa shook his head, “What could gardener Na have seen or said that would have led Murdock to find out about her?”
“Apparently, we had a little voyeur we didn’t notice that fateful night…” Hongjoong let out a heavy breath, “Let me know when you’re at the computer.”
“Give me a moment… Almost there…” Seonghwa pushed through the office doors and made his way over to Hongjoong’s desk, booting up the computer.
Hongjoong stared at the screen as Wooyoung searched through other folders on the computer, “We’ll need the address for Na Jung-Beom’s current residence, as well as any addresses related to him that we have on file, any relatives or friends he could be staying with.”
“Alright, just need a moment to get a computer up and running and… What’s this?”
“What’s what?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, the other boys in the room all peering up to look at him anxiously.
Seonghwa was silent for a moment, the sound of a mouse clicking being the only thing coming through his side of the phone. Finally, Seonghwa spoke, “Well shit.”
Hongjoong put his hand on his hip, “What’s going on, Hwa?”
Seonghwa spoke slowly, like he was still processing what he was looking at, “You know how we had Wooyoung install that program that scans through the news for any mention of any members of our staff, so we could keep tabs on them? We we got an alert. It’s for Jung-Beom.”
Wooyoung immediately started typing on his laptop, searching the internet for reports on the gardener as Hongjoong continued, “What does the report say?”
“Holy shit.” Wooyoung spoke first, looking at the article he just pulled up on his laptop. “He’s dead.”
Seonghwa, on the other side of the phone, was scrolling through the same article, “It looks like they found him just an hour ago, discarded in the sewage system the leads outside the city. They positively identified the body shortly after finding him.”
Hongjoong hissed through his teeth, the tension in his face making his nose twitch, “Shit. Looks like Murdock didn’t want Jung-Beom sharing this information with anyone else, either…”
“Well that’s good, isn’t it?” Mingi shrugged, “Murdock fixed our problem for us.”
“The fact that Jung-Beom’s body was found creates a new problem.” Yeosang sighed. “He was one of our employees.”
“So now the DOP is going to be looking at us.” Hongjoong shut his eyes and lowered his head.
San raised an eyebrow, “Don’t we keep our employee lists under wraps? Officially speaking, gardener Na didn’t technically work for us, not according to government records.”
Yunho shook his head, looking at the news article Wooyoung had up on his laptop, “A murder case like this… This is going to get them digging. It’s only a matter of time before they trace him back to us, even if we didn’t kill him.”
Hongjoong unclenched his jaw so he could turn his focus back to Seonghwa, “Thank you, Hwa. Looks like we no longer need those addresses, after all.” He hung up the phone and circled his hand around in the air, “We gotta wrap this up, let’s pack up what we’ve found and start the cleanup process.”
***
It was now night time, the boys had taken boxes with the files they found and loaded them into Hongjoong’s truck, parking Murdock’s vehicles just outside the abandoned apartment building and pouring gasoline over them. They brought the corpses into the hideout and laid them out in one of the apartments on the first floor.
Hongjoong did another scan through the rooms as the other members walked through and poured gasoline throughout the entire building.
Yunho sighed, pouring fuel onto the corpses of Murdock and his men, eyeing Hongjoong as the brown haired man paced the hallway, “We should have a backup plan, find a new safe house just in case the DOP does come sniffing in our direction, or if more people have access to the footage Murdock did…”
San kicked Murdock’s dead foot, “I wonder if Murdock wanted Jung-Beom to get found so the DOP would come sniffing our way…”
“Murdock didn’t have anything to gain by doing that…” Hongjoong clicked his teeth, “He was just careless.”
“Maybe that was somehow his backup plan.” Mingi shrugged from one of the other rooms, “Maybe he arranged to have the corpse found if he didn’t come back from his visit to the mansion.”
Wooyoung raised his eyebrows and walked out into the hall to splash out some gasoline from his canister onto the walls. “I don’t usually agree with Mingi on things, but he does have a point.”
Yeosang walked along the second floor, listening to the conversation below him as he spilled fuel into the rooms above, “I gotta bad feeling this is only gonna keep getting worse for us.”
“Your optimism is inspiring, Yeo…” Hongjoong sighed and leaned his head back, knowing the others had a right to be concerned. He nodded and looked back down, “You guys get to the truck.” The brown haired man started making his way up the stairs back to the second floor. “I’m going to do one last sweep of the building to make sure we didn’t miss anything important.”
“Yes, captain.” Yeosang tossed his canister into one of the rooms and headed down the stairs past Hongjoong, making his way towards the door, shortly followed by San, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho as they, too, emptied out their canisters.
Hongjoong walked back into the room with Murdock’s computer—files and gasoline now covering the floor. Now that he was alone, Hongjoong leaned over the desk, thinking for a long moment, desperately trying to untangle this mess in his head. If he made any more wrong moves…
The air was heavy with the scent of gas, and it was starting to make the brown haired man light headed. He stood up straight and covered his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his coat, walking through the rooms of the apartment building, looking through cabinets and closets.
Hongjoong made his way back down to the first floor, scanning each room one last time, making his way towards the backdoor of the building.
A subtle creaking of floorboards in the back room made Hongjoong pause, reaching his hand back into his pocket to grab his gun as he listened hard for any other break in the silence.
He crept towards the back room, keeping his breathing steady as he slowly approached the apartment in the back corner of the old building. Hongjoong pulled out his gun as he slowly pushed open the door to the room.
A large, stocky man stood in the abandoned apartment, his military uniform neatly pressed, back turned to Hongjoong as the man looked out the window, thumbing an unlit cigar in his hands.
“Good to see you again, Hongjoong.” The man turned around.
He was an older man, overweight but muscular, his skin weathered by age and the ravages of sins only documented under the thick black lines of heavily redacted classified reports.
“Or should I call you Mr. Kim?” The older man chuckled, “You go by your mother’s maiden name now, right? Not that I blame you… Your father was a rat bastard.” The man let out a hearty laugh, “And that’s saying something, coming from me.” His smile held no kindness. The only joy this man felt was in the suffering of others as he crushed them under his boot. This was a face Hongjoong wished he hadn’t known—one he had hoped to never see again.
“General Rourke.” Hongjoong ground his teeth together, his whole body tense with rage and gut wrenching dread. “To what do I owe this pleasure…” His legs felt unsteady, his stomach dropping as if his body were in a free fall. Seeing this man here only meant one thing: he was fucked. Despite this fact, he held onto his composure, knowing it was the only thing he could hold onto in this situation.
The general smiled, “Sorry for the surprise visit.” He crossed his arms, tapping his unlit cigar on his elbow, pacing around a dusty dining table. “Wanted to speak to you alone, so I waited till your boys left. My men are waiting for me close by, they probably have their eyes on your truck as we speak. They’ll kill your boys if anything happens to me.” The general pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat down. “So you can put away the gun, son. We don’t have time for that.”
Hongjoong gripped the gun, holding it down low—not pointing it at the general, but prepared to use it if needed. “I’d rather keep it where it is, if you don’t mind, sir.”
The old man chuckled, nodding his head back, “Well, at least you still got some manners.” He leaned back in the chair, fiddling with his cigar. “We were checking in on our dear old Paddy Murdock… The sneaky little fucker has been acting rather suspicious lately, so we decided to search the place, see what he was hiding.” The general shrugged, “But you lot beat us here, so we figured we’d go ahead and wait to see what you found. However, one of my boys did just bring me this from Paddy’s office in the DOP main building…” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a leather bound journal. “You might be interested in the last couple of entries.” The general tossed the journal onto the table.
Hongjoong stared at the journal for a moment, cautiously stepping towards the table, glancing up to glare at the general, “What is this?”
“Paddy kept a little diary.” The general nodded, “See for yourself.”
Still gripping the gun in one hand, Hongjoong reached forward to open the journal, flipping it open to the bookmarked pages near the end.
Notes were scribbled over the lined pages, dates and times marking each entry:
Date: xx/xx/xx
Time: xx:xx
Hongjoong’s just been reported entering the city, keeping an eye on his vehicle to see what the creepy little fucker’s up to.
Time: xx:xx
He’s taking some weird routes, looks like the lawyer’s driving. Who else is in the car with him? Maintaining surveillance, he’s up to something.
Time: xx:xx
Hongjoong and his strange friend went into the visitor center. Why would they go there? Gonna have to pull the footage and review it later.
Time: xx:xx
Lost ‘em for a moment in the chaos of the rally, the little fucker looked scared shitless, there’s something up with that friend of his. I have a hunch… That can’t be right though… What’s he hiding? Waiting for Greg to come back with the footage from the visitor center, I’m getting to the bottom of this.
Time: xx:xx
I fucking knew it! Holy shit. I could be wrong, but that looks like a woman to me. He wouldn’t be that scared if they were anything else.
Hongjoong has a fucking woman.
Only one way to be sure, though. I’ll need to pay a visit. If I’m wrong… No. I’m right on this one. I have to be. I’ll reach out to the members of his staff to see if they know anything. Then I’ll ask the little bastard himself.
If he panics, I’ll know for sure.
“I was prepared to chalk this up to the ravings of a mad man…” The general got up from his seat, walking over to stand over Hongjoong, who just glared at the scribbled entries. “But then we saw you coming up to the building with your boys…” The general took the journal from Hongjoong’s hand, smirking as he slid it back into his breast pocket, “Looks like Paddy was right on the nose about this one, wasn’t he?”
“These are the ravings of a mad man, sir.” Hongjoong lifted his gaze to meet the general’s, “The last woman died about 15 years ago. You know that.”
The general chuckled, “The world works in mysterious ways.” He poked his unlit cigar into Hongjoong’s chest, “I’m a skeptical man, but I like to entertain the occasional miracle.” The old man pat Hongjoong’s shoulder, “Listen, I don’t care about Paddy, or about any of the others you may, or may not, have killed.” An unnerving smile grew up his cheeks, “Play dangerous games, and somebody is bound to get burned. Not my job to give a shit about the scum frolicking about in the wastelands.” The general sauntered over to the doorway, sniffing the gasoline thick air as he walked into the hallway, “My job lies purely within the interests of preserving the world the DOP wishes to create.” He turned around and spread his arms out, “For the betterment of all mankind.”
“Murdock lost his mind, that’s why I killed him.” Hongjoong let out a shaky breath, searching for a lie that would be good enough, “I seriously do not know what you’re talking abou—”
“You have until morning to bring her to me.” The general spoke sternly. “You, and only you—no one else.” The shift in his tone made Hongjoong’s blood freeze. The amusement the general displayed before was long gone now. “Bring her to the abandoned base on the outskirts of the outer city. Near where the old amusement park used to be. You’re a resourceful boy, I’m sure you’ll know where to find it.” The old man lowered his head and glared darkly at Hongjoong, “If you don’t bring her to me by sunrise…” He took a step closer, “My men and I will come over to that pretty mansion of yours and we will tear that place apart and execute everyone inside until we find her.” The general got right up to Hongjoong and tapped his cigar into Hongjoong’s chest again, “Do you understand me?”
The combination of fumes and rage made Hongjoong’s mind swirl, he huffed a heavy breath, his stinging eyes giving away his emotions, “Sir, Murdock was mistaken.” He ground his teeth together, “We have no such woman. You’re chasing a fantasy.”
The general smiled, nodding slowly for a moment before speaking, “Fine.” He turned and started walking towards the back door, “If you really don’t have this ‘woman’… Then you and your boys still murdered a high ranking DOP official, to which the punishment is, well… Death.” He opened the door, “The only way you get out of this alive is if you bring me the girl before sunrise.” The general stepped outside the back of the building, putting his cigar in his mouth and pulling a lighter from his pocket, “Try any funny business, and I’ll know.” He lit the end of his cigar until it was glowing, taking a slow drag and pulling out the cigar to exhale a long puff of smoke. The old man tsked and examined the lit cigar in his hand, “Try to run, and I’ll raze the heavens, hell, and everything in between until I drag you out of your hole and put a bullet in your head.” He let out a cruel chuckle, “But first I’ll make you watch as I execute every single one of your boys right in front of you.” He looked up to smile at Hongjoong.
Hongjoong just stood in the hall seething, unable to do anything about the rage shaking through his bones, because he knew he couldn’t do a god damn thing to the general. Not with the general’s men so close by. Not with the lives of his boys at stake.
“So if you really don’t have that woman.” The general raised an eyebrow up towards the smaller brown haired man, “You better go find me one, fast.” He flicked his lit cigar into the hallway, and as soon as it hit the gasoline covered floor, the surrounding fumes ignited, a wave of flames spreading out and crawling over the floorboards. The general nodded towards Hongjoong, “You should probably be getting a move on, Mr. Kim.” He grabbed the handle of the door and started closing it shut, “See you soon.”
The flames were spreading fast towards Hongjoong, who snapped himself out of his rage and turned towards the front door at the other end of the building, “Fuck!” Fire spread up the walls and enveloped the hall, circling around the brown haired man as he ran. He sprinted out of the building to safety with the flame’s fingers tickling his skin close behind him, his feet flying fast towards the abandoned lot where his boys were waiting for him, smoke and ash stuck to his skin and clothes.
“Captain? What the hell happened?” Mingi frowned, seeing Hongjoong’s distressed state.
“What took you so long?” San huffed, crossing his arms.
Hongjoong stumbled past the others and fell against the truck, pressing his hands into the bed to steady himself for a moment. Suddenly, all the emotions that he’d been holding back snapped all at once. “FUUUCK!” He punched the side of the truck hard. “FUCK!” He kept striking at the truck, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up his bruised knuckles. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
Yunho grabbed Hongjoong and firmly pulled him away from the truck, “Joong!” He turned the smaller man around and held him by the arms, forcing Hongjoong to look at him, “What the hell happened in there?!”
The brown haired man heaved heavy, shaking sobs, pushing Yunho away as he stumbled back slightly. Hongjoong leaned down, putting his hands onto his knees as he scanned the surrounding area, searching for any trace of the general’s men. He shook his head, “Not here…” He stood up and took a deep breath, marching towards the truck, “We need to get out of here. Now.”
San quickly rushed towards the driver’s seat, “Probably best if I drive, Captain…”
Hongjoong stormed towards the passenger seat, “Get in, all of you. We gotta go.”
The others climbed into the truck—Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung all squeezing into the back seats.
Yeosang looked around nervously as he settled in between Yunho and Wooyoung, “What’s going on, Joong?”
“General Rourke… He knows.” Hongjoong breathed out, giving San a stern look as he started up the engine, “I’ll explain more, but we need to get on the road, now!”
“Got it.” San stepped on the gas and peeled out of the lot, rocketing down the road away from the burning building in the distance, smoke billowing into the evening sky above.
Hongjoong’s bruised, bleeding hand shook as he pulled out his phone, frantically scrolling through his contacts.
Mingi leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he watched Hongjoong, “Is it the girl? Is she in danger? Are you calling Hwa?”
Hongjoong just ignored Mingi’s questions as he focussed on the call he was making, pressing the phone to his ear after he found the contact he was looking for. The phone rang for a moment, and Hongjoong was terrified that the person on the other side wasn’t going to answer. “Please pick up…” Tears started to swell in his eyes, “Please pick up…”
Finally, the voice he was waiting for answered, “Joongieee! I was waiting to hear from—”
“Peter, we have a problem…”
Hongjoong sniffed and looked out the window as the truck sped down the road, tears streaming down his soot covered face.
You find Jongho despondent and sulking in his room. In the hopes of helping him feel better, you help tend to his injured face, despite his objections.
Jongho finally warms up to you and opens up about why he's so frustrated, and seeing this cold man suddenly become so vulnerable awakens a desire inside of you that you didn't realize was there before.
Perhaps there's another way you can help this dark, brooding man feel better...
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Featured in this chapter: Choi Jongho x Reader | Soft Dom Jongho, Breast Obsession, Nipple Sucking, Choking, Dick Riding
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains Gun Violence & Mentions of Forced Prostitution (Not during the smut part)
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[Laying beside Jongho on his bed after he vents to you about his anxieties and burdens.]
You looked down, hiding your eyes from him, “I’m not asking any of you to die for me.”
Jongho breathed out a small laugh, “Too bad. You’re the miracle that’s cursed this doomed household, now it’s our duty to hold back the wolves as long as possible.” He stroked your hair back, looking over your face, “Hongjoong was right to question me. I was terrified of losing the people I thought I might have a chance at saving… But now that I know you, now that I’ve seen how the others feel about you, I know that I can’t let them take you.” His hand shook, his face falling with an agonized look of shame, “And I’m sorry for not seeing that, sooner.”
You raised up a hand and stroked his face, rubbing your thumb under his eye to wipe away a tear, “I forgive you.”
Jongho shook his head, raising his hand up to take hold of yours, “I don’t want you to forgive me.”
“And what would you like me to do instead?” You looked over his face. His eyes were puffy and red, and they only made his face seem softer. His regal, stoic facade had slipped into something more child-like, a version of himself he kept hidden away.
He just stared back at you, eyes fixed to yours, unable to think of a response. He kept his hand on your hand as you held his face, not wanting to break from this point of contact, not wanting to push you away.
All that sternness was a shell to protect how fragile he was on the inside, and you wanted so badly to do what you could to make him feel safe. So you slid towards him and gently pressed your lips to his.
Jongho placed his hand onto your shoulder and pushed you away slightly, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that…”
“I know.” You brought your hand over to his, holding it as you leaned back in to place another kiss on his lips. You parted from the kiss, meeting his surprised, hesitant eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
Jongho looked over you, eyes lingering over the dress you were wearing, his thumb rubbing against the fabric on your shoulder, “Not really…”
You sunk into him, lips pushing to his, the taste of ointment slipping onto your tongue as you deepened the kiss. Jongho closed his eyes, his hand sliding down to your side, pulling you by the waist as he tilted his head and pushed himself into the kiss.
His body was large, but not intimidating. He was gentle and stable, something to ground you as he held you against him and kissed you. You wrapped an arm around him, stroking a hand up his broad back to slide into his hair, tangling your fingers into the thick, soft strands.
You raised yourself up and leaned over him, straddling his waist as you gave him another rough, heated kiss. You stroked a hand over the soft curve of his shoulder and chest and down to the hardened core of his stomach. His body was plump but firm—not lean like the others, but strong. He was a man who ate well but took care of himself, you could feel how naturally dense his body was as you ran your hands over him, and you were already slick with the thought of testing exactly how sturdy this bear of a man could be.
Jongho parted from the kiss, pushing his forehead to yours as he took a moment to catch his breath. “Are you aroused?” He asked with a low murmur, huffing against your heated breaths on his saliva slick lips. His eyes had a calm curiosity to them despite how the rest of his body trembled from the kiss, his gaze darting down to your chest for a moment before fixing itself back up to your eyes.
“If I say yes?” You swallowed, fighting against the urge to grind against him, knowing you were going too fast given the circumstances. This man hadn’t exactly been kind to you, but seeing him become vulnerable in front you made your heart race. A devious part of your mind justified this interaction as a means of making him feel better for all the stress you’ve caused him.
“I would ask why.” Jongho studied your face, trying to gauge your intentions. His eyes, however, kept wandering back to your breasts, his own desires getting the better of him.
You chuckled, looking down at the disheveled man below you as you stroked his chest. “I mean… We’re sharing a bed… You’re a handsome man… Your body feels good against mine…”
He raised a hand up to take hold of your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lip, his darkened eyes set only on your mouth now, “So is that why you kissed me? Because you were aroused being in the same bed as me?”
You bit your lip, looking away slightly, feeling ashamed all of a sudden, “Was I too forward? Would you like me to leave?”
“I didn’t say that.” Jongho said this with a soft but stern tone, tilting your chin up to have you meet his eyes again, “I just wanted to know why.”
You swallowed; his intense, questioning eyes made you flush with a new kind of heat. “Your worry… For your friends… How much you care for them. It makes me admire how hard you’ve been working to keep them safe.” You chuckled, looking away bashfully, “I want to say kissing you was my way of atoning for the trouble I’ve caused…” The air in your lungs felt heavy, and your whole body pulsed with arousal, “But the truth is, seeing how vulnerable this dark, brooding, stoic man could be… It’s kinda fucking hot.” With your legs around his hips, you could feel something thick and firm pushing into you from inside his pants, and you couldn’t help but gasp, biting your lips as you ground your hips against him, “But I got a feeling I’m not the only one aroused, am I?”
Jongho groaned deep and low in his throat as you rocked over his length, grabbing onto your wrists with a tight grip to get you to halt your moving, “S-stop…” He breathed out, leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling, “I can’t think clearly if you do that…”
His firm grip on you sent sparks down to your core, you shuddered as you bucked your hips forward with a pant, “Thinking doesn’t seem to be doing you much good right now, anyways.” The tent in his pants was even thicker and firmer now, and your mind buzzed with the thought of having his cock inside you. “Let me help you clear your mind a bit…” You leaned against his grip and ground against him, your cunt wet against the fabric of his slacks.
“I said stop.” Jongho shot up and pushed you flat on your back, leaning over you with your wrists pinned above your head. His face looked more wild now, but not angry. There was something dark and hungry in his eyes that made your heart beat wildly as he glared down at you. “You’re not really good at listening, are you?”
You just stared back at him, your breath shaking in your throat, the weight of his dense body pushing down on you making you all the more excited.
Jongho let out a small chuckle and lowered his head, “You remind me of someone right now…”
You swallowed, “Oh? Who?”
He shook his head and looked away, “Just someone else who’s also not good at listening to me…” He loosened his grip on one of your wrists and gently stroked his fingers down along your forearm. “Whoever they are, they aren’t here right now.” He sunk his head lower, hovering just over your mouth. You leaned up to meet his lips, but he pulled away, his penetrating eyes intense as they looked down at you with a toying disapproval, “You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?”
You leaned your head back and let out a soft whine, “Can you blame me?” You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely scolding you or if he was just playing with you, but you couldn’t take the overwhelming heat radiating from your core. You raised your hips up to grind against him, desperately needing the friction.
“Insatiable, too…” Jongho grabbed onto your chin again, his breathing becoming more labored as he looked down at you, “I doubt I’d be enough to satisfy you…”
“I don’t know about that…” You glanced down at the bulge in his pants and bit your lip, “I’d like to see you try, though.”
Jongho’s hand sunk from your chin to your neck, gazing down at you with a hungry curiosity as he gently squeezed your throat and drew his hips into you, pushing his clothed erection against your heat.
Your eyes rolled back as you gripped the bedding and moaned, “Fuck… Now I’m the one who can’t think straight…”
“Allow me to clear your mind.” Jongho ground his hips against you again as he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, gripping your throat tighter as he leaned into you.
You whined into him as his tongue slid over yours, Jongho humming into the kiss as his heavy, overbearing body rocked into you. His hums vibrated through you, past the erratic beating of your heart, along the butterflies in your stomach, down to your throbbing core.
He still had one wrist pinned down, but your other arm was free, so you wrapped it around him and gripped at the back of his shirt, pulling him into you as you writhed against him.
“Jongho…” You parted from the kiss and moaned as he bit and pulled at your lip. You looked up and met his hazy eyes, no longer calm, but darker and more ravenous than they were before. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jongho leaned over you and nuzzled his nose to yours, his stare coy but stern as he looked into your eyes, “What makes you think I have the slightest idea of how to do that?”
“I can teach you…” You traced your hand down his chest and towards his pants, “But the way you’re grinding against me gives me a feeling that you’ll be able to figure it out…” You unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his slacks, feeling his firm member push against your hand from under the fabric of his underwear.
Jongho let out a hiss as you wrapped your hand around his erection, shutting his eyes and heaving heavy breaths as you stroked up and down his thick length. His jaw clenched tight, releasing his grip on you as he fell forward slightly, bracing himself over you with his hands pressed into the mattress over both of your shoulders.
He opened his eyes and stared down at you, sliding a hand down to grip one of your thighs. Jongho just watched you, studying your face and gauging your reactions as he slowly stroked his hand up along your thigh, finding the hem of your dress and pushing it up.
You released his erection and reached up to untie the belt of your dress, raising your hips up to allow Jongho to slide the skirt up to your waist. You scooched back and leaned up, pulling the dress off of yourself completely and letting the garment fall to the side.
Jongho’s breath shook, his eyes hesitant to draw themselves lower to take in your fully nude form.
You were bare before him, watching him as his eyes wandered over the shape of your breasts dipping down to your groin for a moment, then fixing themselves back to your breasts. You licked your lips and let out a timid breath, “What do you think?”
The broad man just clenched his teeth and breathed out through his nose, “I thought we were forgoing the thinking…” He brought a hand in to gently take hold of your waist, his palm warm and rough on your skin as he rubbed his thumb along the line of your ribs. His eyes were stuck to your chest, saliva building up in his mouth as he committed the shape of you to memory, “May I kiss them?”
The sight of this man so hungry for you made your cheeks burn with a haze that overwhelmed your senses. You nodded, “Whatever your body is telling you to do, please do it…”
Jongho sunk in lower to your chest, his breath hot and humid as he brought himself in to plant a kiss firmly onto one of your nipples, causing you to huff out a quick breath as he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked.
His hand on your waist tickled its way up to grip at your other breast, massaging you as he opened his mouth wider and sucked more of your supple flesh into his mouth. He moaned, rotating his thumb around the nipple of one breast while sucking voraciously on the nipple of the other.
You panted at the tingling sensation fluttering through your chest as he sucked, the slight pain of his teeth barely pressing into your sensitive skin making you shiver as he tilted his head and sucked harder. You raised a hand up to thread your fingers into his hair, gripping him tight as he moaned deep vibrations into your chest.
He released your nipple with a pop, a string of saliva connecting you to him as he moved to placed gentle kisses along the side of your other breast. He breathing wavered, eyebrows furrowing as he leaned in and sucked hard on your other nipple.
The grown man was like an infant suckling on your breasts, moaning soft and desperate as though this were a sensation he always longed for. His moans reverberated through you and sent shivers to your aching core, and his thick erection faintly rubbing against you through the fabric of his underwear made you desperate for more.
You placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him back and pressing him against his pillows at the head of the bed. He looked up at you with an inebriated expression, saliva oozing down his chin from his open mouth, huffing desperate breaths as you straddled his waist.
“Sorry…” You breathed out, leaning back on his thighs to unsheathe his cock from his underwear, taking his girthy, twitching length in your hand and massaging it up and down. “You can resume what you were doing in a moment…” You scooched back up to his hips, biting your lip as you angled him towards your entrance, his pre-cum sticky tip slipping through your folds. “I just couldn’t wait anymore…”
Jongho wanted to make a clever remark about your lack of patience, but the words caught in his throat as you started sinking down onto him, all thoughts leaving his mind the moment he felt himself pushing into your tight, wet, clenching heat. A sputtered gasp broke from his lips, his body convulsing forward as you lowered yourself completely, your cunt squeezing him as he pulsed against your stretched open walls.
He wasn’t quite as long as Yunho, but he was almost as thick, and the stretch made your insides ache with wave after wave of rushing ecstasy. “Fuck…” You whined, slowly raising your hips up to feel his bulging mushroom tip drag against you. “You feel so fucking good…” Tears streamed from your eyes as you lowered yourself again, the curves of his member pushing deeper into you than they did before.
“Y-you’re wet…” Jongho gasped, body twitching with each rise and fall of your hips onto him. He leaned his head back and let out a restrained moan as he dug his fingers into the bedding to keep himself from falling apart, eyebrows tightly knit together as he looked back down between your legs to where your bodies were connected, “I didn’t know you’d be so wet…”
“I didn’t know you’d be so thick…” You moaned, rocking your hips against him, the throbbing of his swollen veins massaging your insides to the sweet rhythm of his heartbeat. You scanned his dense, quivering body and hummed with a sly smile, stroking a hand over his chest, “But I’m not surprised. You’re a sturdy boy, aren’t you…?” You leaned over him and pressed both hands onto his broad shoulders, holding yourself steady as you lifted yourself up and down onto his cock.
Jongho watched the bouncing of your breasts in a daze, breathless and void of anything other than desire. He reached up with both hands and took hold of your wrists on his shoulders, raising them and guiding them into the pillows above his head, forcing your chest closer to his face. Jongho then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in even closer so that he could press firm, famished kissed to your breasts.
You lowered your weight into him, rocking against him slowly and whining as he took one of your nipples into his mouth again. He tilted his head and moaned as he sucked, his tongue swirling around your hardened nub, teeth sinking slightly into your areola. His fingers dug into your back, struggling not to dig too hard from his excitement as he dragged his nails down to your hips. He then gripped your hips, rough hands holding you tight and helping to guide you up and down along his cock as he swallowed around your breast.
He started raising his hips up to meet yours, sliding himself further into you with each rock of your body. Jongho released your nipple and dragged his tongue over your soft skin, watching your body in a heated fervor as you steadily rode his cock. He nuzzled your sternum, planting a firm kiss between your breasts, allowing your tits to bounce against his face as he dug his fingers into your thighs and forced you down harder onto him with each upward thrust of his hips.
“Your body is beautiful…” He grunted into your skin, his lips slick and dragging against you as he spoke, “I never thought a body could feel like this…”
Fluids slapped from you onto his skin as he rammed himself up into you, his cock pushing against every tingling nerve in your aching cunt. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating as you rocked against him, each thrust of his cock making the buzzing in your mind louder and more numbing, feeling yourself moving closer and closer to the edge.
“J-Jongh-ho…” You whimpered into the pillows above Jongho’s head. “I-I’m g-gonna… I’m gonna…”
Jongho firmly grabbed your waist and pushed you backwards onto the bed as he leaned over you. You were now flat on your back with Jongho thrusting himself into you. He leaned in and gave your chest one last famished kiss before raising himself over you, the full weight of his body pressing into you as he locked his lips with yours, gripping at your throat with one hand and holding himself steady with his other forearm pressed into the mattress above your head.
The sound of harsh, wet slapping filled the air as Jongho slammed himself into you again and again. His heavy weight pressing onto you and his thick length rapidly pushing into you and his rough hand gripping at your throat; it was all so suffocating in the best of ways, the oxygen escaping your mind and leaving only intense pleasure in its place.
Suddenly it felt like gravity turned off and you felt weightless for a moment before suddenly rushing back to earth, your body convulsing hard against the dense weight of his body, your cunt gushing and spasming around him as he continue thrusting himself into you. Sharp, high-pitched whines keened from your throat into his mouth as he pushed himself harder into the kiss, refusing to let you break away as he also rapidly reached his climax.
His cock pulsed as thick, creamy ejaculation spewed from him, coating your insides with his warmth as he grunted deep and low into your mouth.
A gooey euphoria tingled and swirled around inside of you, drifting upward to your oxygen deprived mind. Your combined fluids oozed from your cunt as Jongho started to slow his thrusting to a stop. He relaxed his hand on your throat, huffing heavy breaths against your lips and giving you small, tender kisses as he drew himself in a few more times before finally sliding his softening cock out of you.
To keep himself from collapsing onto you, Jongho quickly rolled sideways onto his back beside you, struggling to catch his breath and staring vacantly up at the ceiling. “Holy fuck…” He panted, feeling too dazed to move.
“Agreed.” You chuckled and curled into him, resting your head onto his chest and wrapping your leg around his as you embraced him. He was still wearing his clothes, but now his button up shirt was damp from his sweat and sticking to his skin. You hummed, listening to the pounding of his heart as you started unbuttoning his shirt, “Let me help you cool off.” You opened up his shirt and stroked your hand over the bare skin of his chest and stomach.
Jongho just laid there in a stupor for a while, the sound of his breathing filling the air over the faint melodies still coming from the record player. He swallowed, the realization of what he’d just done now finally catching up to him. He was so overcome with arousal, he hadn’t realized what he was doing in the moment. “I, um…” He took a deep breath in, “I’m sorry if I hurt you… Just now…” He kept his hands pressed to the mattress, too scared to touch you again, “I didn’t mean to…”
“Mmmm…” You propped yourself up to gaze down at him with a dreamy look of satisfaction, “What didn’t you mean, exactly?” You straddled his waist and sucked on your lip, “You mean when you fucked me…?” You took one of his hands and brought it up to your throat, allowing his knuckle to graze your skin, “Or when you choked me?” You raised his hand up to your mouth, giving it a feverish kiss as you met his eyes, “Because I quite liked both…”
His gaze darkened, and you could feel his limp cock start to twitch between your legs. He huffed out a baffled breath, “You’re insane.”
“Is that a bad thing?” You licked your lip and lowered his hand to your chest, he didn’t need any additional urging to reach in and massage at your breast.
His eyes drifted down to your chest, the air in his lungs becoming heavier as he played with your breast, watching the supple flesh give into his grip. He swallowed, “I should hate it a lot more than I do…” He leaned up and flipped you onto your back to give you a tender kiss on the lips, pressing his forehead to yours and gazing into your eyes as he stroked his hand up from your chest to your cheek, “So, I guess we’re both insane.”
Jongho leaned over you, propping himself up with his hands pressed into the mattress at both sides of your head, waves of messy black hair curling over his eyes. He studied you for a while, and you laid there observing him in silence, watching as his eyes traced your face, your jaw, your neck, your chest. Finally, he reached a hand in to stroke your hair behind your ear, “Can I show you something?”
You hummed, a smile creeping up into your blushing cheeks as you pondered what this something could be. You leaned your head back and raised an eyebrow at him, “What do you want to show me?”
He smirked, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before urging you to sit upright, “Come on, follow me.”
For the FULL CHAPTER, and the full story, read on AO3 here.
Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader, Bangchan X Female Reader
Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.
Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama
Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.) y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice, Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), I'll update tags as the story progresses
SMUT TAGS: dom!Hongjoong, sub!Reader, sadistic!Hongjoong, slightly bratty!Reader, oral (m. receiving), manhandling, heavy verbal degradation, slight blood play, rough PIV sex, making out
WARNINGS: age gap (Reader is technically older, but her eternal age is considerably below Hongjoong’s), minor injury
SUMMARY: You go to him when you're hungry for his blood. He satiates you in more way than one.
A/N: @lillys-bakery HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE
You stood in front of the mirror and stared at your reflection for one last time.
Looking well put-together was something you thought you had mastered over the past hundred years. Yet, tonight, you were hyperaware of the slightly uneven line of your lipstick, of how your eyelashes didn’t curl in a perfect symmetry, of the fact your hair already lost a bit of their volume. These were the smallest details that you learned to pick up on, and that nobody else would be aware of. They bothered you. You knew that, in the end, they didn’t matter. But you spent a few extra minutes trying to put yourself in a better shape, although the way you worked around these last rough edges was more out of nervousness about what was awaiting you tonight.
He always made you nervous. Not in a way that would make you want to resign – never, you were drawn to him like a moth to fire, not just to the scent of his blood, but to him as a whole. His personality. His aura.
To the way that being alone in the room with you, an immortal being, Kim Hongjoong seemed to be the ethereal one.
You swayed nervously as you waited in front of his apartment’s door. Last moments of peace. If only your heart was still beating, it would try to leap out of your chest. But you were nervous nonetheless, so much that you ran your hands up and down your arms to try and soothe yourself.
Although you spent the last few hours getting ready, you didn’t feel prepared for the moment the door clicked and swung open, Hongjoong’ eyes falling on you and a charming smile stretching across his face.
“I’m glad you made it.”
You did your best to return the smile.
“Come in. I’m finishing a drink but I will be all yours shortly.”
The large apartment was filled with shiny, black surfaces, white marble and golden accents that brought everything together. Not many personal items were on display in the large living room connected to the kitchenette, but it was very much a show-off with how clean, shiny and luxurious it looked. However, after having been here more times than you could count, you knew that other rooms were in no way worse.
There was a glass of water on the kitchenette counter that Hongjoong reached out to while you took off your coat and hung it by the entry. You watched as his throat bobbed with every sip, and smiled at the memory of teaching him to stay well hydrated before and after your encounters – he wasn’t so eager to listen to you at first, but he eventually gave in, making sure you saw him finish at least a full glass before the two of you would even sit together, just so you wouldn’t have to nag him about it.
You made your way to the black velvet couch that stood in the center of the living room, opposite of the large TV that was turned off for the time being.
Hongjoong soon joined you and sat down, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, right behind you, and stretched his neck with a groan. Your own movements were more timid as you sat closer to the edge, folding your hands in your lap. But you didn’t omit the way he tilted his head while stretching, the scent of his body breaking through the musky aroma of his cologne. Inviting. Tempting.
“How has the life been?” he asked casually, reaching to a remote and turning on the TV for some background noise before turning towards you with a smile.
“Same as ever. Nothing much changes when you’re my age” you laughed awkwardly. Hongjoong’s eyes dropped to your lips and you stuttered at the motion. “W-what about you?”
“Just business all around” he shrugged. “A lot of work, as always.”
“I hope you didn’t have too much coffee today” you grumbled. The man laughed at the memory – last time he was overworked, you consumed his blood with such amount of caffeine that your whole body was trembling for the whole next day.
“I didn’t, don’t worry. I had a full night of sleep today.”
“Good, good boy…” The words slipped before you could stop them, because you were fixated on his lower face so much you forgot yourself for a moment. “A-ah…”
Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter and the corner of his lips lifted teasingly.
“Good boy, huh?”
From the way he shifted you could tell that the small talk was over. His hand reached to your face and tilted your lip, taking a long, knowing look at one of the sharp fangs in your mouth, retracted but still there, still present. You inhaled sharply. A shiver ran up your spine.
“Are you really old enough to call me that?” he teased. You were growing hyperaware of the warmth of his body where your knees now touched, and where his other arm was so close behind, almost closing around you. Your breath hitched.
“W-well, am I not…?” you tried saving your grace. Truly, your body was set in stone at much younger than he currently was, and even the real age didn’t prevent you from feeling like you’re the young, vulnerable woman caught in an older man’s embrace.
“You don’t look like it.”
“Looks can be deceiving. You know that. Y-you know how old I actually am.”
“So what?”
His hand traveled lower, wrapping around your throat and staying there. Gentle and unassuming, but carrying the weight that made your head spin.
“Are you even as old as you say? With the way I can imagine you blushing right now, I would say you’re barely a teen” he teased. “A virgin, to that.”
You bristled. He, of all people, should know better.
“I-I’m not-”
“I know you aren’t.” He pushed you down on the couch and crawled on top of you. You let out a whimper. It should be so easy to overpower a human, you thought. To push him back and make him submit to you by force – that’s what your nature was all about. You were predatory species, your entire point of being was to take from a prey like him.
Yet, you laid there, frozen, staring at him with your eyes wide. He must have known he was playing with fire; how could he not?
But he seemed to relish in the flames tickling his skin when he shaped them to his liking. And who were you to deny him that?
All those thoughts died in your mind when something glistened and a small pendant of a necklace slipped out of his satin dress shirt, dangling above your throat. Your eyes widened at the realization.
A cross. A silver cross.
Hongjoong caught your glance. And smirked.
“You told me crosses aren’t a problem.”
“B-but it’s made of silver.” You could almost feel the heat it resonated with.
The man leaned down a little and you held your breath.
“What will happen if it touches you?” he asked.
“It will hurt. Burn… like acid” you replied quietly.
“Is it dangerous?”
“N-no, but…”
He leaned down some more and the edge of the cross grazed your neck, making you let out a pained gasp. The sound of sizzling filled the air and you tried to squirm away, but Hongjoong’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.
“Don’t move, or it’ll happen again.”
Your chest heaved with each rapid breath you took.
“Hurts…”
“Just a little. You can take it.”
You squeezed your eyes closed. He was right. The pain wasn’t strong – it was the implication of it that terrified you more.
Something touched the raw wound on your neck, making you flinch. But the warmth was not the one of silver – it was on Hongjoong’s fingers as they brushed along the burn, watching it close slowly in front of his very eyes. Some of your blood caught on his thumb and he brought it to your face. You slowly blinked your eyes open.
Not a thought crossed your mind before you wrapped your lips around his finger. Your own blood wouldn’t suffice, no. But it wasn’t why doing this felt right. Your fangs ached dully, itching to bury in the flesh in their reach. You didn’t let the urge consume you.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked. You nodded with your eyes hazed. “How much?”
“I’m parched” you mumbled against his hand.
“Too bad.”
He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, making you whimper and try to follow, but his other hand pushed you away as he finally climbed off you, sitting back in his spot, hands resting on his thighs as he waited for you to regain your composure and sit back up.
You calmed down your breath, forcing yourself to sit up and pretend that the whole ordeal didn’t impact you like it did. As nonchalantly as you could muster, you smoothened the fabric of your dress and wiped the sealed skin of your neck, now only soiled with remains of blood, but no longer open.
You glared at him while trying to get your hair in order. Hongjoong’s gentle glance never left you, watching you with genuine curiosity.
“Why did you do that?” you grumbled.
“I was curious” he admitted innocently.
“Well, you satisfied your curiosity, so you can put it away now” you glared at the pendant on his chest instead. It rested against his skin so effortlessly you could almost believe it was harmless.
“Ask me nicely.”
Your hands froze mid-air as you just finished smoothening your hair to your best ability, and you slowly put them down in your lap, swallowing down your pride.
“Could you, please, put away all the silver that is currently within your range?” you drawled carefully. “And, while at it, all the garlic, too.”
Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter at your last words. But he didn’t oppose this time, pulling the silver chain over his head and carelessly throwing it inside the drawer by the couch. You let out a sigh of relief.
“Could we just…?”
“Hm?”
“I told you I’m parched.”
“Hmm.”
He leaned back lazily. Another stretch of his neck – exposing the throat; you had no doubt now that the teasing was all on purpose, riling you up slowly and making your mouth water.
“Earn it.”
He glanced at you. There was no smile on his face now – only business. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“You want to suck my blood” he drawled lazily. “Suck something else first.”
Although physically unable to blush, you were certain your expression said it all. Hongjoong didn’t budge.
And you didn’t expect him to.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Not really. Not by a long shot. It started slow – the way he allowed it to, and the way you were able to take. He stretched his presence into your comfort zone at a respectful pace, going further and further until you, yourself, forgot what your limits initially were. You didn’t imagine going back now. But it still astounded you that you made it this far.
You scooted a bit closer to him on the velvet couch, your fingers brushing his thigh, clad in black slacks that laid on his silhouette in this effortlessly perfect way, as though there was no way anything could ever look bad on him, anyway. Hongjoong leaned back, watching you intently, but not making a move to guide you – not for now, clearly curious as to what approach you would take.
And you knew what approach would feel right.
You weren’t about to leave his apartment in as pristine shape as you entered it, anyway. Might as well make the loss worth it – you thought, leaving the soft couch and sinking to your knees, making your way between Hongjoong’s legs, pushing his thighs apart to sit comfortably.
You looked up at him with a small smile in the corner of your lip.
“You’re quite confident about letting me have you in my mouth” you joked lightly. “What if I bite you down here?” You allowed your hand to move to his crotch, grazing his bulge with your nails. It made him return the smile.
“You wouldn’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I trained you well, didn’t I?” He leaned forward, fingers grasping your chin, nails digging into your skin a bit more than necessary. “Or should we get back to basics? Should I fuck your face until you forget how to use those pretty little fangs of yours? Or bend you over so they are simply useless when I take that wet, undead cunt?”
Your breath caught in your throat at the crude words.
But there was no denying that you were growing wet from them, and Hongjoong knew how to push your buttons just about right. How to tease you, how to make you feel inferior in the sweetest way, maybe especially because you didn’t get to feel this way during your immortal life all that much.
As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, he let out a short, breathy laughter, before releasing your chin and leaning back, elbows resting on the backrest behind.
“Get to it.”
Your movements were careful at first, hands shaky as you reached towards the zipper, eyes fixated on the work in front of you because if you only glanced up towards Hongjoong himself, there was no way you would be able to focus on the task. You undid his slacks slowly, trying to steady your breath all the while.
You pulled down his boxers, and your mouth salivated. He was already semi-hard and your insides throbbed at the realization that he was impacted by you just as much as you were by him. It was a praise in itself, a recognition that you so desperately needed. Hongjoong’s attention was everything. If only you could please him in one way or another, gods, what else was there to want?
You felt yourself melt underneath him as you took him in your manicured hand, your lips pressing against his shaft with an expression of cult-like devotion. You dared a single look at his face – relaxed, yet fixated on you with intent. His fingers flexed in the air, a single white gold ring catching the light of the crystal chandelier above your heads.
You licked a long strip up his underside, your nails grazing him ever so slightly before you took the tip in your mouth. Your eyes closed, your thoughts slipping away at the familiarity of his shape and taste.
You took your time, slowly accommodating your throat to his thickness, setting an unhurried pace that you knew he could melt into, and when you glanced up once again, his own eyes were closed, silhouette relaxed, head leaning back in a way that exposed his delicious throat.
Your eyes caught a glimpse of a single vein pulsing right beneath his skin, a drop of sweat, tempting, calling you in… And before you realized, your fangs extended, and you rapidly pulled away, eyes widening at the hiss of pain just above you.
You- You nicked him. Your hands covered your mouth in panic. Your eyes shot up to meet his own, now fixated on you with a scowl on his face.
But then your gaze caught the smallest streak of blood running down the side of his length, and your eyes clouded for a second, your body leaning forward before you could even utter a thought.
Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you away before you reached him again. You whined.
“Really?” he scoffed, pushing you off him and onto the floor. You felt terror run through you at the brief thought of rejection.
But then you looked up and you saw his own eyes, flickering with something dangerous, but hungry, unsatiated.
And he was, undeniably, still hard.
Out of the chest pocket of his dress shirt, he pulled out a handkerchief. You watched intently as he brought the cloth to the wound. His blood, mixed with precum and your own saliva, soaked into the white fabric. Your eyes didn’t leave it for a second.
“Come here.”
You didn’t think before obeying.
Grabbing the back of your neck, Hongjoong shoved the dirty fabric in your mouth, and you moaned when the faintest flavor of his blood hit your tongue, although barely there, dissolved, impossible to satiate yourself with.
Without missing a beat, he pushed you onto the couch next to him, onto your hands and knees. You breathed heavily, still dazed, still fixated on nothing but the taste in your mouth. Hongjoong’s hands closed on your hips, fingers digging in as he leaned forward, hovering right above you. He clicked his tongue and a shiver ran down your spine, your back arching as you twisted your neck, trying to reach to him with your mouth. Hongjoong gripped you tighter.
“You’re a dumb slut, you know that, darling?” he seethed. “You didn’t even apologize. Blood-hungry, cock-hungry, either way you just need something in your mouth.” Whatever you tried to say, came out muffled around the fabric of Hongjoong’s handkerchief and turned into a whimper when his hand suddenly came down hard against your ass. “What was that? You can’t speak, you can’t do anything right, what are you, a mutt?”
His fingers moved, feeling you up through the wrinkled fabric of your dress, before closing around the back of your neck and pushing it down. Your elbows bent under the pressure, your cheek pressing into the black velvet of the couch.
“Stay.” The single word, spoken with almost-indifference, made your mind fog, and the position of pure submission, with your face down and arse up, only amplified that sensation. You felt the bottom of your dress being lifted until it no longer kept your lower half hidden, and Hongjoong hesitated only for a moment before pressing his hand against the last barrier – your lacy underwear. Your breath came out uneven when you unwittingly pressed back against him, and this one time he didn’t take it away, his own breaths heavy when you ground yourself against his palm. Your panties were already been soaked through, and he was touching the cold wetness now, so unnatural to what a human body should feel like.
It was less than a minute before he decided you’d had enough and grabbed the lace, pulling it down and off hastily. Not waiting any longer – you didn’t think either of you had any patience left – he lined up at your entrance, and you pushed back against him again. Your loud moan mixed with his barely-contained one.
“Fuck…”
“Joong…” You barely recognized your own voice, muffled through the handkerchief, a pathetic whine, so needy; an utter surrender.
Seemingly unable to hold back any longer, the man buried his length in you, all at once. Your fingers closed around nothing at the painful stretch. Shallow, strained breaths. You would heal in no time, you knew it, Hongjoong knew it, and that seemed to spur him on, pushing as far into you as he could, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly as your body accommodated to his shape once again.
“There you go…” he whispered.
As if already knowing exactly the moment you’re ready, maybe from the way your body started relaxing for just a second it had, he pulled out almost completely and pushed in once again, roughly, and then once again, with even more force, until he set up a fast pace, with intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs.
Your body barely held itself up, only focused on trying to stay afloat during whatever Hongjoong decided to put you through. Your eyes were shut tightly, the tension in you growing rapidly, begging to be released. The sounds of your strained breaths and whimpers around your makeshift gag mixed with the ragged panting somewhere behind you and the noise of skin against skin, all doused in the scent of sex with that faint hue of Hongjoong’s blood that never quite dissipated. Were your fangs out or not, you weren’t even able to tell, not when your mind was hazed with pleasure and submission, with the sweet sensation of being dependent, taken apart and ruined.
And when you felt you would fall apart completely, Hongjoong suddenly pulled out of you; everything pulsed, everything still moved, hungry for more and relentless, when he snatched the handkerchief from your mouth and threw it aside, then sat on the couch and pulled you on top of him, one hand guiding his cock back into you when the other cupped your cheek, suddenly so desperate, suddenly just as needy as you were, filled with craving that only you could satiate. With remains of his pride and control thrown out the window, pulling you in closer as if he could not get enough.
His hold set the pace you did your best to follow, but now, with your eyes meeting from up close, you were barely aware of anything else. Your hands cupped his face, leaning down and making your lips meet in a messy, unsynchronized kiss.
“Bite me” he groaned against your mouth, a command, but with that hue of plea and desperation that made you ride him faster, more fiercely. A moan of your name slipped past Hongjoong’s lips as he tilted his head backwards, baring his throat to you, all sweaty, all inviting, all fucked out.
Your teeth bared on instinct, the hunger no longer possible to contain. You held on for just a moment, savoring the sight. So close now. You leaned in closer. Breathed in.
Your teeth buried in his neck.
The sweet ichor flooded your mouth and you moaned, the overwhelming sensation, melted with Hongjoong’s own pained groan, making you come undone on top of him, your muscles clenching, your teeth sinking deeper. Not even a few seconds later Hongjoong came as well, filling you, with everything he had, both your cunt and your mouth now full of him, full of Hongjoong, full of this luxurious goodness that you could kill for to keep all to yourself. You rode out both of your orgasms, letting the sensation take over. So good. So palatable.
And as the things gradually came to a still, you didn’t stop to take, filling yourself up to the brim.
“Enough, darling. Enough.”
Hongjoong’s hand patted your thigh gently and you reacted instantly, pulling your teeth out carefully. His expression was hazed, as though only half-present, but a small smile ghosted in the corner of his lip, a bit teasing, a bit of that fire he always had. He was slightly pale, and his hair was all tousled, and you didn’t even notice when you disheveled his shirt, now almost completely unbuttoned, showing all the sweat that ran down his chest. You wondered just how much more fucked out you must have looked right now.
You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
“You’re really something else, Joong.” A smile broke out on his face and you mirrored it with your own. “You make it so easy to forget I’m the invincible one.”
“Not exactly invincible, huh” he smirked, his fingers reaching to brush your throat, where his silver cross had burned you before. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“That wasn’t funny.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be. I told you I was curious. I meant it.” He caressed the skin gently now, rubbing it carefully, although he barely had any strength to hold himself up. “But I’m sorry. I should have asked first.”
You smiled proudly.
“I think I like you like this” you suddenly announced and the man blinked in confusion. “Don’t take me wrong, I liked you before, too. But, you are pretty cute when you lose some of that ego.”
A breathy laughter left him, before his hand dropped back to your waist, holding you just a bit closer for now. He was slowly falling asleep, and maybe, just maybe, you were enjoying that vulnerable version of him too much to keep him up.
“I will clean up and make you some sweet tea” you announced, finally climbing off his lap.
“Mhm…”
Hongjoong’s eyes were already closed, and you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss into his forehead.
Even barely conscious, disheveled and sweaty, with smallest strands of blood running down his neck, to you, Kim Hongjoong still looked ethereal.
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when they make you repeat yourself mid-sex [ateez x fem!reader]
“What was that?” They heard you. They just want it again.
ateez (separated) x fem!reader | various settings | power play
Genre: smut
Warnings: explicit sexual themes, pwp, dominant/submissive dynamics, choking, bondage (improvised restraint), oral (male & female receiving), fingering, p in v, , hair pulling, breath play, semi-public sex, wall pinning, manhandling, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, possessive behavior, overstimulation, switch dynamics, creampie, unprotected sex (nooohhh)
wc: ~550 words each
a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written smut… i’m a little rusty, so please go easy on me :(
masterlist
✧ seonghwa
You’re already trembling when he lowers himself between your thighs again.
The room is warm. Dim. Sheets tangled around your legs. There’s still a thin sheen of sweat across your skin from the last time he made you come, your chest rising unevenly, body hypersensitive.
Seonghwa notices everything.
He always does.
He presses a slow kiss to your inner thigh first. Then another. Unhurried. Patient. Like he has nowhere else to be.
“Hwa…” you breathe, half-warning, half-plea.
He hums softly against your skin and continues, deliberate and maddening. Every touch measured. Every movement precise. He isn’t rushing. He isn’t chasing.
He’s savoring.
Your hips tilt instinctively, the friction against his mouth making your stomach twist.
His tongue darts out, tracing every fold, circling your wetness, lapping, flicking, teasing.
When he finds your clit, he sucks it in, slow and wet, warm, until you whimper. You squirm, fingers twisting into the sheets.
“Seonghwa, too much, stop!” you whisper faintly, trying to push his head away, though your hips betray you, lifting instead of pulling back.
He pauses.
Slowly, he lifts his head. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, gaze calm. Composed.
“Say it properly,” he murmurs.
The words are soft. Devastating.
You swallow. Your body is still pulsing from where he left you moments ago.
“Do you really want that?” he asks quietly. Not mocking. Just steady. “If you want that, say it again.”
Your head shakes before you can stop it.
He watches you closely.
“Words,” he says.
When you hesitate, the absence of his touch is immediate. Noticeable. His hand leaves your thigh entirely. The loss makes your breath hitch.
You try to push him again. Frustrated. Desperate.
He doesn’t give in. Instead, one thumb lazily traces your clit up and down, slow, coaxing an answer through pleasure.
Your body spasms at the touch, hips jerking instinctively.
“Tell me,” he repeats.
You squeeze your eyes shut, flushed, overwhelmed by the need twisting low in your stomach.
“Keep going,” you whisper.
He doesn’t move, thumb still teasing.
“Properly,” he insists, his grin audible in the vibration of his voice.
Your voice breaks a little this time. “Keep going, please.”
The faintest chuckle escapes him, warm and satisfied. Not cruel. Just pleased that you said it. That you chose it.
He lowers himself again without another word.
This time he doesn’t drag it out.
His patience dissolves into something hungrier, movements faster, less restrained. One hand pins your thigh open as he focuses, relentless now, messy in the way he rarely allows himself to be.
His tongue dives back in, sucking, swirling, teasing every sensitive nerve. Your hips grind down, desperate for friction, and he parts just long enough to look up at you, smiling.
Then he’s back, tongue plunging deep again, and with one hand, he slides two fingers inside you. In and out quickly, curling, hitting every spot that makes you cry out.
Your back arches off the mattress, a sharp cry leaving you before you can swallow it.
And above the sound of your breathing, you hear him murmur softly, almost to himself,
“That’s what I thought.”
✧ hongjoong
The studio smells like warm wires and something faintly metallic. It’s past midnight. The hallway lights are off. Only the soft glow from his monitor spills across the room.
You’re sitting on his lap.
Straddling him in his chair, one of his hands still resting lazily on the armrest like he hasn’t fully decided this is happening.
His dick presses into you through his jeans, hard and impatient, and your hips shift instinctively, rolling against him.
Your hoodie is half off your shoulders. Your fingers curl into his shirt, wrinkling it.
“Joong,” you murmur, breath warm against his ear.
He hums, distracted. Or pretending to be.
Your hips move again, slow, testing. Sliding down, pressing fully, grinding. His jaw tightens just slightly.
You lean closer. “Touch me.”
He tilts his head. A slow grin on his lips.
“What was that?”
You know he heard you. His eyes are sharp now, completely focused. The cursor on his screen blinks unattended.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Touch me,” you repeat, softer this time. Almost shy.
He studies you like you’re a track he hasn’t decided how to mix yet. One hand slides from the armrest to your waist, thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your hoodie.
“Clearer,” he says gently.
You swallow.
“I want you to touch me.”
His smile deepens, not mocking. Just pleased.
“Good,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t rush. Like you didn’t just climb into his lap because you couldn’t wait any longer.
One hand slides down to your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you shiver, guiding your hips against him.
His other hand slips under your hoodie, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over the peak.
Your movements stutter for a second.
“You get impatient,” he says quietly. “And then you forget how pretty you sound when you ask.”
You roll your hips again, frustrated at the way he’s dragging this out.
He exhales, finally letting his forehead rest briefly against yours. The patience cracks just a little.
“Say it one more time,” he whispers. Not teasing now. Intent.
You don’t hesitate this time.
“Please.”
That does it.
His hands tighten. He finally gives in the way he wants to, not rushed, not reactive. Controlled. Decided.
The chair shifts slightly under your movement as you grind against him harder.
Outside the studio, the building is silent.
Inside, he kisses you like he’s signing his name on something he owns.
✧ yunho
You shouldn’t be doing this on the couch.
That’s what makes it worse.
You’re sitting on his lap, back pressed to his chest, legs parted just enough for him to fit between them comfortably.
You’re soaked, already slick from the heat building between you. His middle and ring fingers slide in and out of you in a steady rhythm that makes your breath catch every few seconds.
The slick sounds between your legs are obscene, and Yunho grins, eyes dark, clearly loving every one.
He tips his head over your shoulder, watching as his fingers pull out, spread you open, then sink back in, filling you perfectly again.
His other hand slides higher, big palm warm and possessive on your chest. Kneading the warm skin there.
His middle finger teases your nipple over your thin tank top, one strap threatening to slip from your shoulder with his eager movements.
He’s holding you like he likes to. Like you belong exactly where you are.
His bulge presses hard against your lower back, reminding you of how much he’s craving you.
“Yunho…” you murmur, head tipping back until it rests on his shoulder.
He laughs softly against your ear. Teasing. Unbothered. Like you’re not seconds from falling apart.
You press a kiss to his neck, just under his jaw. He hums at that, rhythm never faltering.
“We don’t have long,” you whisper.
Yeosang said he’d be back soon. Any minute. The front door could unlock at any second.
“Relax,” Yunho says easily. “I’ve got you.”
You roll your hips, impatient, trying to get him to move faster.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he grins, watching the way your breathing stutters. “What was that?”
You huff softly. “Go faster.”
He tilts his head. “Hm? I didn’t catch that.”
You know he did. The smug curve of his mouth gives him away.
You shift again, desperate now, trying to guide his hand with your movement. His fingers press deeper for a second and you gasp. You clench around him reflexively.
That makes him laugh properly.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “Easy.”
“Yunho,” you whine, more urgent this time. “Fuck. Faster!”
He pauses just long enough to make you regret snapping at him.
“You’re bossy today,” he says lightly.
You buck your hips again, not even pretending to be subtle anymore.
That’s what does it.
His teasing expression softens instantly. Gone. Replaced with something warmer. Hungrier.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
His rhythm changes. Quicker now. Less playful. More focused.
His fingers work you expertly, curling and pressing, coaxing every shudder, every gasp from your lips.
You feel him through your clothes, his cock straining against your back, moving with you, desperate to feel release.
You cling to his forearm as the couch shifts under you. He leans forward, teeth grazing your neck before he bites down gently, right where he knows you love it. Saliva damp against your skin.
Your body reacts immediately.
“Yunho, I’m—”
“I know,” he whispers against your skin.
It builds fast after that. Too fast. Your thighs tense, breath breaking apart in sharp little sounds you’re trying desperately to keep quiet.
The release hits hard and sudden.
You gush around his fingers, coating them as you clamp down.
A shudder runs through you as you press back into him. biting your lip to muffle the noise.
Then, the front door unlocks.
Both of you freeze.
Yunho bursts into quiet laughter, breathless and disbelieving. “Perfect timing.”
You scramble off his lap, trying to fix your clothes while he grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hallway toward his room.
“Move, move, move!” he whispers, still grinning.
The bedroom door clicks shut just as footsteps echo from the entryway.
You collapse against his chest, trying not to laugh.
Yunho presses a quick kiss to your temple.
“See?” he murmurs. “Told you I’ve got you.”
✧ yeosang
The bathroom is thick with steam.
Water slides down tiles, down skin, down the sharp line of Yeosang’s shoulders. His hair is darker like this, slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes.
You press into him first.
Your mouth finds his collarbone, then the curve of his neck. You kiss him there. Slow. Open. Your hands drag down his chest like you’re mapping him.
He inhales softly.
His fingers hook into your waist, pulling you flush against him. Water rushes between your bodies, heat building despite it.
“Let me take care of you,” you murmur against his throat.
“What?” he asks, not moving his gaze from you.
You know he heard you.
You kiss the corner of his lips. Then his jaw. Then back to his mouth, slower this time.
“I said,” you whisper, breath warm against his skin, “let me take care of you.”
He hums faintly, like he’s distracted. Like the water is too loud. Like your voice can’t possibly carry through all this steam.
His eyes never leave your lips.
His hands slide down your back, squeezing your ass gently, possessively. The other traces up your spine, nails grazing lightly. You shiver.
“Did you say something?” he asks, tone innocent.
You glare at him.
He raises one eyebrow.
You lean in closer, almost on your toes, water cascading between you.
“Yeosang,” you whisper directly against his ear. “I want to take care of you.”
Silence.
He studies your face carefully. Not teasing now. Just watching the way your confidence flickers under his gaze.
“Say it clearly,” he says softly. “So I don’t misunderstand.”
Heat climbs your neck despite the water.
You inhale.
“I want you to let me suck you off.”
There’s no hesitation in you now. Only hunger.
His jaw tightens. His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip. He leans down and bites your lip gently before releasing it, just enough to make you gasp.
“You should’ve said so,” he murmurs. “But you don’t have to ask like you’re unsure,” he adds quietly against your skin. “If you want something, you tell me. And I’ll decide,” he finishes softly.
You hold his gaze.
Something shifts in his expression.
His hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into damp hair. He pulls you into a deep kiss, sudden and consuming. It’s not slow this time. It’s hungry. Teeth brushing. Breath stealing.
You melt into it.
He breaks it just as quickly. No warning.
His hand leaves your neck and moves to your shoulder instead, firm now.
Then he presses, gentle, guiding you down.
Your knees bend under the water. Tiles cool beneath your skin as you sink down in front of him. Water runs down his chest, over his stomach, dripping from his fingertips.
He stands tall, chest rising and falling heavier than before.
He doesn’t look away. Not once.
His hand slips into your hair, loose but possessive. Not forcing. Just anchoring you there.
“You wanted to take care of me,” he says quietly.
You glance up through wet lashes, and this time, you lick your lips on purpose.
His grip tightens just slightly.
“Go on.”
Your hand wraps around him, stroking once from base to tip.
Heat slicks your fingers as you trace him slowly, deliberately. Then your tongue follows, licking along the length, tasting him.
He lets out a low sigh, muffled against the water.
When you finally take his tip between your lips, his hand on your hair presses lightly, urging you deeper, guiding every movement.
A groan slips past him.
He leans forward, forehead resting against the cold tile behind you, caging you in. Your head tilts with the push, a small gag leaving you as he hits deeper.
Your hands clutch at his thighs.
And Yeosang?
He doesn’t rush. Just watches you.
He loves when you take care of him. He just likes to make sure you really mean it.
✧ san
San kisses you like he’s memorizing you. Slow. Intentional. Like this is sacred.
It’s only the third time sleeping together since you started dating, and everything still feels new. His hands explore carefully, reverently. He praises you between breaths.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your mouth.
His lips trail down your jaw. Lower. “You’re perfect.”
He says it like he means every word. And you love it.
But tonight the sweetness makes something restless coil inside your stomach.
He’s inside you, slow and steady, every thrust gentle.
You push against his lower back, urging him to go faster, but he hums against your neck and keeps his pace. Making you feel good without scaring you off.
Buy you want more.
You don’t think. You just speak.
“Can you… San, I—I want you… Can you tie me up?.”
He stops. Completely.
The rhythm vanishes. The warmth leaves you when he pulls out slowly, withdrawing with a softness that feels like distance.
Panic flares instantly. You messed up.
You try to close your legs, instinctively retreating, but his hands snap to your knees before you can, holding you open.
His breathing changes.
When you look at him again, he looks different. Still San. But darker, hungrier.
His eyes search your face carefully. Not angry. Not confused. Assessing.
He shifts closer, one hand leaving your knee to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushes under your eye like he’s grounding you.
“Baby,” he says softly. “Look at me.”
You do.
“Did you mean that?” His voice is low, steady. “Or did it just slip out?”
There’s no mockery. No edge, just patience, waiting for you to answer.
You swallow.
“I meant it.”
He studies you a second longer.
“You’re not saying it because you think I want to hear it?”
You shake your head quickly. “No.”
His thumb strokes your cheek once more.
“Then tell me,” he murmurs, almost tender. “Tell me what you want. Clearly. So I know you mean it.”
Your heart pounds, but you don’t feel scared. You feel safe.
“I want you to tie me up,” you say, stronger now. “Please. I need you to use me.”
His pupils blow wide. A slow, dangerous smile curves his mouth.
“There you are,” he whispers.
Something in him ignites.
He exhales sharply and scrambles off the bed, dropping to his knees to search the floor. His slacks are half-tangled near the nightstand. He grabs them and pulls the belt free in one smooth motion.
When he climbs back onto the mattress, there’s no hesitation.
He guides your wrists above your head carefully, checking your expression before looping the belt around them and securing it to the bedframe. Not too tight. Just enough.
When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and looks at you.
And you feel exposed in a way that makes your pulse skip.
His hands travel slowly from the belt at your wrists down your arms. Over your shoulders. His knuckles brush your cheek softly.
Down your throat.
Across your chest.
Lower.
Until his palms settle on your thighs, spreading them gently.
“So pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice low. Dangerous and adoring at the same time.
His thumb traces your jaw.
“You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
You nod.
His expression softens just a fraction. The sweet San still there beneath the heat.
But when he leans down again, pressing his body over yours, there’s nothing hesitant about him anymore.
“You should’ve told me sooner,” he whispers against your lips.
And then he thrusts back in, harsh and fast.
Your back arches instinctively, a loud gasp tearing past your lips as you tug at your restraints above your head. San chuckles teasingly, watching the way your body responds to him.
And the way he smiles after that?
You know you’ve just unlocked something you’re never going to stop craving.
✧ mingi
The headboard knocks softly against the wall with every snap of his hips.
He’s standing at the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor, towering over you. You’re on your hands and knees, sheets tangled beneath you.
Mingi’s hands are firm on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave warmth behind, his rings cool when they first touch your skin and then warm almost instantly.
He’s holding you against him so firmly you feel like you could melt and he wouldn’t let you fall.
He pulls you back toward him every time you try to crawl forward, strong enough that you feel it in your bones.
“Stay,” he pants.
The sounds he makes are low and wrecked. Like he’s already halfway gone.
You love it.
You turn your head slightly, hair falling over your cheek. “Harder.”
He laughs breathlessly. “You’re insatiable.”
He gives you exactly what you asked for. Harder. Rougher. His grip tightens, dragging you back with each thrust so your body jolts forward and back in his control.
His cock drives deep, filling you completely.
He angles his hips just right, each hit brushing against your cervix, making your back arch deeper, tilting yourself into him with every thrust.
The room fills with skin smacking, broken breaths and the bedframe shifting beneath you.
He’s close. You can feel it. His rhythm grows heavier. Less teasing. More desperate.
Then you whisper it.
“Choke me.”
He falters.
Not fully stopping, but enough that the pace stutters.
“What?”
He stops inside you. He needs to steady himself.
Mingi's chest brushes your back as he leans down, broad frame engulfing you completely.
His hands leave your hips. One braces beside your head. The other combs your hair away from your face. Gentle. Careful.
He needs to see you. Needs to make sure he heard right.
You feel him pressing even deeper, and a whine escapes you, eyes closing, eyebrows furrowing as the sharp ache mixes with pleasure.
Mingi presses a kiss to your temple, soft, almost an apology.
His fingers hook under your chin, lifting your face slightly so he can catch your eyes.
“Say that again,” he murmurs, not teasing now. Just caught off guard.
“Choke me.”
That’s all he needs.
His expression shifts instantly.
His hand slides from your jaw to your throat without hesitation this time. Big palm wrapping around your neck.
“You trust me?” he asks roughly into your ear.
You nod.
Mingi gifts you a slight squeeze that makes your breath hitch and your hips press back instinctively, clenching around him.
He pulls you up against him in one smooth motion, your back flush to his chest, both of you upright now. One arm braced around your middle to keep you steady, the other still holding your throat.
The new angle makes you gasp.
His grip tightens just a little as he resumes his pace, deeper now, faster. His mouth drops to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as a low groan spills out of him.
He likes this. The way you asked. The way you demanded.
Your hand clutch at his forearm, feeling the flex of muscle under your fingers. The other slides to his nape, twisting through the long hair there, keeping yourself steady.
Your breathing turns shallow. Not panic. Not fear. Just that dizzy edge of surrender that makes your head spin.
He squeezes again. Just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his palm.
And he smiles against your shoulder when he feels it.
Mingi loves when you take control. Even when he’s the one holding you up.
Especially then.
✧ wooyoung
The party noise outside the bathroom door is loud. Laughter. Music. Someone shouting for another round. None of it matters.
You’re sitting on the countertop, the faucet pressing into your side, cold and inconvenient.
You barely register it.
Not when Wooyoung is standing between your knees, your underwear on his pocket, eyes lit up like he’s about to commit a crime and enjoy every second of it.
He unbuckles his belt slowly.
You roll your eyes. “Hurry up, Woo.”
He laughs under his breath. “Bossy.”
But he does hurry.
The metallic sound of his belt slipping free feels indecently loud in the small space. Your pulse kicks up. You lean forward slightly, impatient.
“Seriously,” you whisper. “Hurry.”
He steps closer, crowding you. His hands slide to your thighs, squeezing once before pushing them wider.
“You’re the one who dragged me in here,” he murmurs.
“Don’t make me regret it, just fuck me already.”
The words barely leave your lips before he moves.
He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t tease the way he usually would.
One hand tugs his zipper down. The other wraps around himself, stroking once, fast, slick.
Then he presses in. Hard. No prep. Just him, filling you in one sudden, decisive thrust. The sting makes you whine sharply, a sound louder than you meant it to be.
His hand flies to your mouth instantly.
“Shh,” he breathes, eyes wide for half a second.
You both freeze.
Outside, someone knocks against the wall, laughing.
Wooyoung’s gaze flicks back to you. The smirk returns.
He stays still for one long beat, his palm warm over your lips, his forehead almost touching yours.
“What were you saying?” he asks softly.
He starts to move again. Slow at first.
You try to answer, but your words melt into his hand, muffled and useless.
His grin widens.
“Oh, I can’t hear you.”
The pace picks up. Not frantic. Controlled. The kind that makes your thoughts scatter. Your head tips back, and it knocks lightly against the mirror.
The sound is small, but in this room, it feels explosive.
Wooyoung’s smirk disappears instantly.
His hand drops from your mouth and slides behind your head, palm cushioning between your skull and the glass. Protective without breaking rhythm.
The teasing melts into something darker.
More focused.
He leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
“No, really,” he says, voice low now. “Say it.”
Not mocking anymore, commanding.
“Fuck me, Woo!” you gasp, repeating yourself as you cling to him.
His eyes flash at the sound of it.
“Finally got it out, huh?” he murmurs, smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s my girl… exactly what I wanted to hear.”
His mouth drops to your collarbone, teeth grazing, tongue soothing after. His free hand slides lower, palm pressing over your lower stomach, thumb drawing circles on your clit.
The bathroom fills with the sound of your breathing and the quiet, relentless rhythm he’s set.
Outside, the party keeps going.
Inside, Wooyoung holds your head steady like he’s the only thing keeping you from shattering against the glass.
Bratty. Reckless. But the second it matters, he loves taking care of you.
✧ jongho
The city hums below you.
Lights blink in the distance, cars sliding through the dark like quiet comets. The balcony is high enough that no one can see up, but the open air makes everything feel exposed anyway.
Your palms grip the cold railing.
Jongho stands behind you, solid and unshakable, chest pressed to your back. His mouth is against your spine, breath hot where the night is cool, his dick filling you perfectly.
He hasn’t looked at the skyline once.
One arm stays firm around your middle. The other slides lower. His fingers find your clit, making your knees tremble. But he keeps you upright easily, like you weigh nothing.
Your body responds instantly, hips rolling back against him without thinking, pressing him in deeper.
Slowly, the arm that’s around your middle slides upward, hand tangling in your hair, not yanking, just keeping you exactly where he wants you. Bent slightly forward over the railing, heart racing at the height, the adrenaline of being watched.
His rhythm turns heavier. Less measured. Every thrust hits deeper.
He’s close.
You can feel it in the way his breathing roughens against your skin. In the way his grip tightens just a little.
“Come inside me,” you breathe into the night.
The words float into the dark.
He doesn’t react at first. Just keeps moving. Steady. Deep. Focused.
“Again,” he grunts against your shoulderblade.
No smile.
No teasing.
Just the command.
You arch back into him, voice cracking with need.
“Jjong,” you gasp, voice shaking. “I want you to come inside me... fill me up.”
He exhales sharply against your back. That’s all the confirmation he needs.
His fingers press harder, circling with intent now, pushing you toward the edge with him. His thrusts lose some of their precision, turning almost sloppy with how close he is.
But he never stops. Never pulls back. Never breaks the rhythm.
He listens to you. He does exactly what you asked. He wants to make you happy.
When he finishes, it’s quiet. Controlled. A low sound swallowed against your skin as his grip tightens in your hair for a second while he spills deep inside you.
You come seconds after him, forehead nearly touching the railing, the city lights blurring beneath you.
Your walls clench around him, juices mixing, slick and warm.
His hips keep moving through it, slower now, drawing your release out like he refuses to let it pass too quickly. His hand doesn’t leave you. His body doesn’t retreat.
He pulls out slowly. Only then does he finally lift his head from your back.
The sudden emptiness makes you whine.
The cool night air hits your heated skin, and you feel the warmth of him linger, a faint trail of him slipping down your thigh. The contrast makes you shiver.
His hand immediately steadies you at the waist.
He turns you around gently, far softer than he handled you seconds ago. One hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
His expression has changed. The edge is still there, but the fire has settled.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice even. Calm. Watching you closely.
You smile at him, still catching your breath. “Perfect.”
Only then does his mouth curve slightly.
“Good.”
He leans down and presses a firm kiss to your forehead. Soft and protective.
The city keeps glowing below you.
But up here, in his hands, you feel completely steady.
You and Seonghwa spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up after the mess of the earlier chaos.
Hungry and tired from all that work, Seonghwa decides to take care of you for the rest of the evening, giving you gifts, making dinner for you, and for dessert…
As hard as Seonghwa tries to hold himself back, he discovers that he really is just as bad as the others.
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You chewed on your food as you thought, taking a moment to swallow before meeting his eyes, “So you believe me, about not being from this reality?”
Seonghwa sat silent for a while, thinking carefully about his response before finally opening up his lips to speak, “Well…” He let out a long exhale, “We have found ourselves in a time where the impossible suddenly feels possible.” He took a slow sip of his wine, looking at you over the rim of the glass, “First…” The wavy haired man set his glass down, “The idea that women could die off completely was an impossibility, and yet it happened. Now, it seems like an impossibility that women could still exist in a world like this… Yet here you are.” He leaned forward and dragged his thumb across your lower lip, wiping away some sauce that had dribbled down. “You fell from the sky in a manner that seemed impossible for a living creature to survive. And yet, you survived.” He looked at you with an intense gaze that made your cheeks flush. You tried to turn your head away to hide your flustered expression, but Seonghwa reached out and held your face in place so he could keep your eyes on his he continued, “You are already a number of impossible things, my dear. What’s one more impossibility to add to the list?”
Your heart pounded in your chest, flooding your senses and making it hard to think clearly as Seonghwa kept his hands on your cheeks. He let out a slow, shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as one snaked it’s way back to slip his fingers into your hair. Seonghwa’s eyes were intense as they wandered over your face, lingering on your lips as he started to draw himself closer.
He licked his lower lip, biting it slightly as he pulled his eyes up to meet your gaze. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”
All air had escaped your lungs, your skin feeling hot and tingling where he had his hands on you. Your tongue felt too heavy to move, much less make any sort of response, so you just nodded your head up and down, granting him permission.
Seonghwa leaned in, raising himself out of his chair as he pressed his soft lips to yours. His hand in your hair slid back to grab onto the back of your chair, using this to keep himself steady as he deepened his kiss, holding your face in place with his other hand so that he could push his tongue into your mouth and slip it against yours.
His kiss tasted like rich wine, the flavor even more intoxicating coming from his lips. You moaned into him, reaching up to grab him by the arms as you chased the rush of his tongue on yours.
He reached down to grab you by your waist, pulling you with him as he fell back into his seat, guiding you onto his lap. The movement was swift, but it felt natural, your legs straddling him as though he were always meant to be there between them.
Seonghwa broke from the kiss, his golden skin flushed and eyes dilated as he took a moment to catch his breath. He met your eyes, willing himself to keep your gaze instead of falling back to your lips as his hands traced your back. The flustered man took a moment to compose himself, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, his eyes carrying genuine concern as he spoke, “I-is this okay?”
You licked your lips and nodded, leaning in closer, hoping he’d continue, but Seonghwa put his hand on your shoulder to stop you.
He chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, his wavy hair brushing against your face, “You’re allowed to speak, you know…” His hand on your shoulder stroked its way back up to hold you by the chin, his brows furrowing upward as he met your eyes, “Unless you aren’t able to?”
Words finally stammered their way past your lips, “Th-this is okay.” You swallowed, panting against him as you nuzzled your nose into his. “I want you to continue… I-if y-you want to…”
“I want to.” Seonghwa’s words tickled your skin, heaving hot breaths as he tilted his head and leaned back into you, his lips pressing against yours and resuming the kiss as though it had never stopped.
Seonghwa breathed hard through his nose, bringing a hand to your hip, gripping you tightly and pulling you to rock your body against his. You weren’t wearing any underwear, so you were bare against the fabric of his pants, your slick sticking to him as his emerging erection ground against you.
A moan broke from you as you parted from Seonghwa’s lips, bucking your hips against him and pressing your forehead to his.
Seonghwa leaned his head down to kiss under your jaw and down your throat, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight and thrusting his hips upward against you. He muttered through breathless lips, “I was hoping I could keep myself together…” He pressed another hot kiss into your skin and moaned, rolling your hips against his, “But it looks like I’m just as bad as the others…” You could feel his member twitch through his pants, and Seonghwa groaned deep and low in his throat, digging his fingers into your skin, “Fuck.”
He swiped his arm across the table in front of him, throwing aside plates and silverware, ignoring the mess made by his wine glass as it spilled all over the table and floor. Seonghwa hugged your waist tight and hoisted you onto the table as he shot up from his chair, pushing your back flat against the wood of the dining table.
The wavy haired man leaned over you, panting as he nestled himself between your legs, grabbing at the hem of your dress and pulling at it as he stared down at you with desperate eyes, “Let me know if you need me to stop…”
You grabbed him by the front of his sweater, pulling him in so you could press your lips to his with a famished kiss. You panted against his mouth as your lips separated from each other, “Don’t stop.”
Seonghwa raised an arm over your head, his hair sweeping against your face as he brought himself back in to kiss you passionately, his tongue dancing around yours as he gently but impatiently thrust himself against you. His other hand pushed up at the skirt of your dress, dragging his fingers along the bare skin of your thigh, digging his nails into your flesh with a primal desire. Seonghwa whimpered at the at the tightness of his pants, pulling himself from your lips to give himself a moment to breathe.
“It’s wet…” He leaned back and looked down at the front of his slacks, drenched around his hardened bulge. Seonghwa’s eyes hazily made their way back to your face as he pushed up your skirt some more, huffing short, heavy breaths from his parted lips, “I thought the moisture was coming from me, at first…”
Your skin burned as he looked down between your bare legs, admiring the glistening juices that coated the skin between your thighs.
The inner corners of his eyebrows knitted upward as he gazed down at your oozing slit, swallowing hard as he carefully reached in and stroked his fingers over your slick labia, “But it’s coming from you, isn’t it…?” Seonghwa bit down hard on his lip as he traced his thumb over one of your plump lips, pulling it aside to get a better look at your dripping cunt. “So this is your arousal…”
A vibrating rush of euphoria tingled it’s way through your body as he stroked a finger along your slit, causing you to gasp and raise your groin up into his touch.
Seonghwa’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, your reaction making him delirious with want. He prodded a finger towards your entrance, “Can I—”
“Yes!” You panted, bunching a hand into your skirt and raising the dress up higher up your body to expose more of yourself to him. “Please…”
Seonghwa’s eyes flicked between you and your cunt as he started pushing a finger inside of you, feeling your moist depths as you squeezed around him. He huffed with fascination, withdrawing the finger slightly and pushing it back in deeper into you. He bit his lip and looked back up at you through strands of hair that had fallen over his face, “Are you normally this wet, darling?”
You writhed against him, gripping your skirt tight to your chest as your other hand dragged against the table, searching for something to hold onto. You laughed and leaned your head back, moaning into bit lips before responding, “Normally? I wouldn’t say this is normal under normal circumstances…” You gasped as he inserted a second finger into you, grinding your hips up into his hand, “But since I arrived here at this mansion, being surrounded by all of you, it’s starting to feel like the normal…” You started to chuckle but you were cut off by the sensation of Seonghwa curling his fingers into you, throwing your head back with a loud whine, “Oh fuck!”
“You only get like this when you’re aroused, then?” Seonghwa breathed out, dazed as he looked down between your legs, relishing in the soft squelching sounds coming from your cunt as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. His lips parted with awe, subconsciously grinding against the edge of the table as he attempted to slide a third finger into you, “You must be pretty aroused then…”
“I am…” You whined in between breaths, needing more friction, needing more than just his fingers, rolling your body between Seonghwa and the table. “I really am…”
Seonghwa dragged his tongue along his lower teeth, gazing up at you writhing in pleasure. A mischievous smirk grew up his cheek, slowing his stroking as he bit his lip, “Do you want me to do something about that?”
You whimpered at the need for more stimulation as he leisurely dragged his fingers out of you. “I do…” You reached in to grab his forearm to keep him from pulling away, “I really fucking do…”
The wavy haired man withdrew his hand from you, relishing in the desperate whine that came from you at the loss of friction. He rolled up the sleeves of his black sweater and leaned over you, the sly look on his face sadistic and dominant, “And what do you want me to do, darling?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling the weight of his body onto you as you pressed a feverish kiss to his lips. You nibbled down and pulled at his lower lip, pushing your nose to his as he rest his forehead against you. “I want you to fuck me.”
Seonghwa groaned, nuzzling your nose, his bangs tickling your skin as he reached down and undid his belt with one hand, “Greedy one, aren’t you…?” He gave your lips a small peck as he pulled off his belt and tossed it to the side. “And here I thought you were in need of a break…”
“Do you have a problem with that?” You grabbed him by the collar of his sweater, pulling him in as your gaze flitted between his eyes.
He undid the front of his pants and shook his head, “Not in the slightest.” He leaned back, eyes glued to your face as he unzipped his black slacks and reached into the front of his underwear, pulling out his erect, twitching cock and rubbing it a few times now that it was finally exposed to the air.
You swallowed and huffed out a quick breath when you saw the perfectly sculpted shape of his member, and Seonghwa let out a satisfied moan at seeing your expression.
“I’d ask you if you have a problem with this…” He squeezed himself tight and bucked his hips forward, pressing his knuckles against your slick as he rubbed his erection, purring deep in the back of his throat, “But I have a feeling you don’t.”
Your breath shook as he stroked himself closer to your heat, swallowing the saliva building up in your mouth and scooching your hips closer to him, “I have no objections…”
“Good…” Seonghwa leaned forward, pressing one hand into the table next to your waist, his other hand lining himself up to your entrance. His tip pushed past your wet lips, prodding at your hole, but Seonghwa forced himself to stop there as he raised his head up to meet your eyes, giving you a sincere look, “Stop me if I hurt you in any way. Okay, dear?”
You nodded your head eagerly, grabbing onto his bicep and pulling him closer to you as you panted, “O-okay…”
Seonghwa stared into your eyes as he started thrusting his hips forward, his cock pushing into you and spreading open the inner walls of your cunt.
The breath caught in your lungs, and your eyes rolled back as you gasped, your heart feeling like it was melting at the sensation of finally having this man inside you. “Oh god…” You whined, dropping your head back, body shaking as he inched more of himself into you. “Yes! Please!”
Seonghwa trembled, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed, “Holy shit…” He dug his nails into the table, other hand pressed to your hip as he continued pushing himself forward, his erection pulsing inside your hot, slick walls. “You’re so wet for me, darling…” He paused and steadied himself for a moment, leaning forward and petting your hair back before stroking your face with his hand, “Are you still okay, love?”
Tears started to stream from your eyes. You were still sore from Yunho and the others, but despite the pain, your body was still desperate for more, so you nodded into Seonghwa’s hand, giving his palm a tender kiss as you met his eyes, “I’m okay.” You nuzzled his fingers and dragged your tongue along his thumb, your heart racing as you saw his gaze darken with lust, “Please keep going.”
His cock twitched inside of you. Seonghwa moaned and dragged his thumb over your lower lip, drawing his hips back slightly, “As you wish, darling…” He bucked his hips forward, his erection pushing deeper into you and causing your whole body to convulse.
He leaned up straight, eyes and fingers tracing your form as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of you, savoring the sensation of you clenched tight around him and sucking him back in each time he drew himself out. Seonghwa fluttered his fingers over your chest, circling your breast for a moment before gripping it tight over the fabric of your dress.
“You look beautiful in this dress…” He reached down and pulled at the tie around your waist to undo it, “But right now I really want to see you out of it…”
You raised your hip up, pulling the skirt of the dress up, then sat up to allow Seonghwa to pull the dress up over your head. You then reached forward to grab at the hem of Seonghwa’s sweater, and he raised his arms up to allow you to pull the turtleneck off of him.
Seonghwa’s honey golden skin was flushed and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, highlighting the ridges of his lean, toned upper body. He pushed back his hair that stuck to his face so he could look down at you, admiring your body. The wavy haired man took one of your arms and wrapped it around his neck as he leaned in to push his mouth to yours, humming low and sweet as he resumed thrusting himself up into you.
He traced a hand up and gripped at your bare breast, grunting into your mouth as he circled his thumb around your nipple. “You’re so soft…” He panted against your lips, squeezing your breast tight as he rocked his body against yours, “Like kneading firm dough…”
You held onto him with one arm wrapped around him, your other hand pressed into the table to keep yourself steady as Seonghwa repeatedly bucked his hips into you, his erection hot and throbbing as it massaged your depths.
Seonghwa leaned forward, pushing you back down against the table, his lips never leaving yours as he grunted and moaned with each thrust of his cock. He traced his fingers along the length of your arms, grabbing your wrists and raising them up above your head, pinning them there as he deepened his kiss and increased the speed of his thrusting. His hips slammed into your skin, his cock pushing against your cervix and sending rush after rush of hot ecstasy straight to your brain, causing you to moan into his lips as he pressed his tongue to yours.
He parted his lips from yours, leaning back and grabbing your knees, lifting both of your legs up to prop onto his shoulders. Seonghwa firmly grasped your thighs, digging his fingers into you as he pulled you against him with each slap of his hips into your body. He bit his lip and moaned, leaning his head back to huff out a quick, “Fuck!” He rolled his head forward and pressed his cheek to your leg on his shoulder, his expression hazy and inebriated as he studied your body writhing beneath him. He placed a languid kiss to your knee, hugging your legs to keep you steady as he fucked you harder and harder. “You feel so good…” He muttered against your skin, his hair sticking to his face slick with sweat.
You reached your arms up over your head and gripped at the opposite edge of the table, digging your nails into the wood as Seonghwa thrust again and again into a sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes and gasped, “Oh god! Seonghwa!”
He let go of your thighs and let your legs drop to his sides as he leaned back in to push his mouth to yours, hungrily sucking on your tongue as he rolled his body against yours, his slick chest sliding over your breasts.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, feeling yourself vibrating and shaking closer and closer to the edge. You dragged your fingers into his toned back, letting out high pitched moans into his mouth which he still had firmly pressed to yours.
“O-oh fuck…” You jerked your lips from his to catch your breath, feeling that chord in your stomach wind itself up tighter and tighter, your body feeling like it was about to tip over the edge. “I’m gonna cum… I’m…”
Seonghwa just pushed his lips back to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and coating you with his saliva as he greedily sucked at your tongue. He furiously pounded his cock into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room; the air around the two of you heavy and steamy and electric.
The chord in your stomach snapped and you started to wildly convulse against Seonghwa, who held down your body with his. You spasmed around his hot member, your juices gushing from you and splashing over your skin as he continued ramming himself into you. Whines sputtered from your throat, your whole body trembling and shaking as Seonghwa continued to hold you down and fuck you well past the point of over-stimulation.
You finally tore your mouth from his and heaved a deep breath, tears streaming from your eyes, your swollen lips slick with Seonghwa’s saliva. “S-Seong… Seonghw-hwa….” You cried out, your vision pulsing as your body continued to writhe uncontrollably, your core aching as Seonghwa’s hips started to sputter. The table underneath you was wet from your sweat and from your juices still seeping from you with each thrust of Seonghwa’s cock. You shut your eyes and turned your head away from him, gasping, “F-fuck! O-oh fu-u-uck!”
Seonghwa groaned, his lips sticking to your earlobe and sending a vibrating shiver through your body as he huffed deep and low into your ear. He quickly leaned back and withdrew himself from you just as his cum started to shoot from him. The wavy haired man let out deep, hoarse moans as he furiously rubbed himself, his hot ejaculation splattering over your stomach and chest. He bucked his hips into his hand, squeezing out the last little bit of oozing cum onto your pubis, heaving heavy breaths and drenched with sweat as he looked over your glistening body.
He slowly lowered himself back down over you, his breathing ragged and his eyes dazed and almost vacant as he pressed languid kisses against your lips. He traced his fingers over the cum on your chest, gliding over your slick skin and massaging your breast as he deepened his kisses.
Seonghwa hummed and started planting kisses along your cheek and down to your jaw just beneath your ear. He whispered deep and low into your ear, making you shudder as a tingling sensation crept up your spine, “You’re divine, my dear…” His kisses trailed back to your lips, giving you one last fervent kiss before he propped himself up over you, stroking your hair back as his eyes wandered over your face, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, taking a moment to catch your breath before speaking, “I’m fantastic…”
He looked over you, tracing his thumb over the white splatters on your stomach with a tsk, “I made quite the mess, didn’t I…”
You hummed and wrapped your legs around him as you slid your hand over his chest, “You can make more of a mess, if you want…”
“Hmmm…” Seonghwa bit his lip, gliding his hand up to stroke his thumb over your lower lip, sliding it into your mouth so you could suck the salty taste of his cum off of his digit. “You’re an insatiable one, aren’t you?” He grabbed at your hand on his chest and raised it up to his lips, giving your palm a gentle kiss. “I’ll go get a towel from the kitchen.” He backed away and tucked himself into his pants, zipping himself back up and grabbing his sweater from the floor, “I’ll be right back to clean you up, don’t move…” He threw his sweater back on as he rushed to the kitchen.
You laid there on the table, legs dangling limply over the edge, still lingering in the delirium of your post-orgasm haze. You stroked your fingers over your stomach, rubbing circles around the slick splatters of Seonghwa’s orgasm, relishing in the slippery sensation on your skin.
Seonghwa returned shortly, a damp kitchen towel in hand, “Still okay, darling?” He leaned over you, swiping the cold wet cloth over your chest and stomach.
You gave him a slow nod and a contented smile, “Dinner was lovely.”
A laugh broke from Seonghwa’s lips as he wiped any traces of ejaculation from your skin, “I’m glad you liked it.” He sucked on his lip as he slid the cloth between your legs to clean you up, bringing his face down to hover just over your lips, “I was particularly fond of the dessert…”
You giggled and raised your head up to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I agree.” You grabbed onto his wrist, holding him and the towel over your cunt as you raised yourself up to whisper into his ear, “I wouldn’t mind going back to your room for seconds…”
Seonghwa clenched his jaw and let out a slow exhale, straining hard to keep himself from diving right back onto you. His eyes roamed hesitantly over to the table, sighing as he eyed the spilt food and wine he’d tossed aside earlier. “I really gotta clean up this mess…”
You looked over and saw the pasta and wine covering the table next to you, “Ah… Yeah… That’s gonna attract ants and stain the wood…” You leaned up as Seonghwa picked up the dress from his chair and started sliding it over your head. You slid your arms through the armholes and smoothed out the fabric over your body, “Let me help you clean up.”
Seonghwa pulled his phone from his pocket and cursed when he saw the screen, “Shit, I got a missed call from Hongjoong…” He raised his eyes to meet yours, “Don’t worry, dear, I got this. I’ll call him back while I clean this up.” He nodded his head towards the kitchen, “I prepared a plate for Jongho, there’s a tray in the kitchen with a cloche over it. Can you take that to his room for me?”
“Sure, I can bring that to him.” You nodded with a smile.
He started stacking up plates, “He’s the first door on the left, same floor as the other bedrooms. He’s probably still in a mood, so you can just leave it in front of his door if he doesn’t answer…” The wavy haired man picked up his wine glass and stood it upright, giving you a shy smile as he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ll check in on you after I’m done talking with Hongjoong and cleaning up here. Then…” Seonghwa bit his lip and drew himself in close, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “We can, uhm… Have more ‘dessert’ then…” He pressed his lips to yours and pulled away, leaning against the table as his gaze traveled over your body before meeting your eyes, “If that sounds good to you?”
You bit your lip and walked backwards towards the kitchen, “I’ll be waiting, then.”
Seonghwa smirked, hiding his blush as you walked away. He waited until you were in the kitchen to take out his phone, pressing the call-back button and raising the device to his ear, waiting a moment for the person on the other side to pick up.
His scream filled the entire dorm as his heart shattered and broke. Seonghwa and Mingi were trying desperately to calm him down, but to no avail. Yunho couldn't believe they actually took you away from him. How could they separate you from him?! Did they not know that no matter what they did nothing would keep him from you. He would find you no matter what it took.
Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, and part 11
Happy Valentine’s Day! This is my gift to y’all for the support of my little story.
This is mostly fluff, but there is a discussion of sexual preferences towards the end, just a heads up for y’all!
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SO MDNI OK? Granted, it doesn’t go into detail, but I am once again covering my bases. (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!
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Backstage was a flurry of motion, stylists shouting, makeup brushes flying, and models weaving through racks of myth-inspired clothing. In the center of it all, Y/N darted from one corner to the next, clutching a clipboard, double-checking the order of looks, and making sure every accessory was in place.
“Where’s the ninth kitsune tail?” she muttered, spinning around as a stylist rushed past with a tray of glitter. Jermey called her name for last-minute approval on Seonghwa’s jacket. Candace waved a phone, demanding clarification on the music cues.
Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming faster with every new request. Just as she was about to dash across the room again, a gentle hand caught her wrist.
She turned to find Honjoong, his gaze steady and reassuring. He offered a small, knowing smile and squeezed her hand. “Hey, breathe. You’ve done everything you can. The show’s going to be amazing. You can’t control every little thing, and you don’t have to. Let the magic happen, okay? We’ve got your back.”
Y/N tries to protest, but Honjoong shakes his head, voice warm and certain. “I checked on everyone. Mingi and Yunho are already arguing over seats; San is taking selfies with Felix; Seonghwa is getting final touches and looking hot; and Yeosang and Jongho have Wooyoung with them, so he behaves. Everyone’s exactly where they’re supposed to be.”
His words settled the wild flutter in her chest. Y/N managed a grateful smile, letting herself lean on him for just a second as the final call for models echoed through the backstage area.
“Now,” Honjoong said, giving her a playful nudge, “let’s go watch some legends come to life.”
With Honjoong’s calm presence grounding her, Y/N peeked through a gap in the curtains, spotting her friends in the audience and the models preparing behind her. She caught Seonghwa’s eye as he waited in the wings, his dark fae costume glinting, and gave him a thumbs-up. Felix, radiant in his angelic ensemble, flashed her a reassuring smile. Despite the nerves, they both seemed ready to become legends.
A voice crackled over the intercom, announcing the start of the show. The lights dimmed, a hush fell, and Y/N stepped out to welcome the audience beneath the stained glass dome of La Coupole at Galeries Lafayette. Her voice rang out, inviting everyone to let their imaginations roam free as legends came to life.
She returned backstage as the show began. Seonghwa was the first to take the runway, embodying the dark fae with regal confidence. Dressed in a midnight-black suit that shimmered with silver threads and chains, he moved with elegant, mysterious grace. Sprouting from his back were dark purple, iridescent wings, catching the light with every step and casting subtle, shifting hues across the stage. The crowd was entranced.
Moments later, Felix emerged as the angel. Dressed in layers of flowing dark blue, white, and gold, he seemed to glow under the lights. His gentle, luminous smile and graceful stride captivated the audience. The feathered wings at his back were dusted with delicate gold speckles, each one catching the light like tiny stars mirroring his freckles. As he walked, the wings shimmered as if he’d truly descended from another world.
Thunderous applause erupted as they crossed at the runway’s center, dark and light side by side. New myths and marvels followed: a phoenix in fiery reds and golds, a trickster Kitsune, ancient heroes in shimmering armor, each transforming the runway into a living tapestry of legends.
When the final bow was taken, the models and designers spilled backstage, swept up in a whirlwind of congratulations. Y/N found herself hugging Seonghwa and Felix when a familiar hand touched her shoulder.
She turned, eyes widening. “Chan?”
Bang Chan grinned, a little breathless but beaming with pride. “Surprise. I had to see the legends come to life.”
The group erupted in happy shouts, pulling him into their circle as Felix nearly tackled him with a hug. “You saw the show?” Y/N asked.
Chan nodded warmly. “You were all incredible. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
With everyone together, the mood was jubilant as they went out for a celebratory dinner.
The group filled the bistro with laughter and stories. As the meal wore on, Bang Chan caught Honjoong’s eye and gestured for him to step outside. On the quiet, lamplit street, Chan’s expression was friendly but serious. “Hongjoong, Y/N means everything to us. If you ever hurt her, you’ll have to answer to me. I’m trusting you with her, so please take care of her.”
Hongjoong met his gaze. “I would never hurt Y/N or any of my soulmates. Their happiness and safety mean everything to me.”
Chan smiled, tension easing into camaraderie. Just then, Y/N stepped outside, raising a brow. “Chan, are you giving Honjoong ‘the talk’ right now?”
Chan tried to look innocent. “Me? No! We were just… getting some air.”
Y/N grinned. “I can take care of myself, but it’s sweet seeing you worry.”
Hongjoong chuckled, giving Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Having people who care about you isn’t so bad, right?”
Y/N shook her head with a laugh. “You’re both impossible. Absolute dorks.”
Chan held the door open for them. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Together, they headed back inside, warmth and understanding settling over the night.
Toward the end of the meal, Honjoong and Chan both reached for the bill, each insisting on paying. The two stared each other down, competitive streaks on full display. Y/N, watching with amusement, only smirked and leaned back in her seat.
When the server returned, receipt in hand, the truth emerged: “I’m sorry, sirs, but the bill has already been paid.”
Chan and Honjoong blinked in surprise, turning to Y/N. She grinned, smug and triumphant. “Too slow, my dear soulmate and friend. While you two were out on the balcony, I paid the bill.”
They groaned in defeat, but their laughter soon joined hers, the playful rivalry only making the night feel more like family.
Later, the day's energy melted into a gentle calm for the evening. Everyone changed into pajamas and lounged among blankets and pillows in the living room. Y/N was sprawled comfortably on top of Wooyoung, her head on his chest, his arms around her waist. The group was scattered around, basking in the warmth of their friendship.
Soft city lights glowed through the windows. In that moment, surrounded by the people she cherished most, Y/N felt utterly at home.
As the comfortable silence stretched, Honjoong cleared his throat, drawing gentle attention. “Since we’re all here together, I wanted to talk about something important, especially for Y/N. We’ve all been together a long time, but Y/N, you’re new to all of this with us. We want to make sure everyone feels safe and respected. That means talking about boundaries, public, private, all of it.”
Seonghwa nodded. “We want you to always feel comfortable, whether it’s about affection in public, private, or anything else. So, please share whatever you need us to know. This is about trust, not pressure.”
Yunho chimed in softly, “We just want you to feel like you belong, and that we’ll always respect what you need.”
A gentle silence followed, full of care and patience.
Y/N shifted to get more comfortable atop Wooyoung, head pillowed on his chest. She glanced around at all her soulmates, all of them public figures. She spoke, her voice gentle but certain. “I really appreciate you all asking about boundaries. Since you’re all in the public eye and I have my own reputation too I think it’s best we keep PDA to a minimum when we’re out. I just want to avoid rumors or anything that could hurt us or our careers. In private, I want to feel close to all of you. But out there, let’s play it safe.”
Wooyoung groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you mean I can’t even hold your hand or kiss your cheek on the street? That’s cruel, Y/N!”
The group burst into laughter, tension dissolving. Yeosang rolled his eyes, “He’ll survive. Probably.”
Honjoong smiled fondly. “Thank you for being honest with us, treasure. We’ll all respect your wishes.”
Wooyoung huffed, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. “Fine. But when we’re alone, you’re all mine.”
As the laughter faded, Y/N glanced down, a shy flush on her cheeks. She hesitated, then admitted quietly, "There’s something else, too. I’ve never actually been in a relationship before. You’re all… my firsts. In every way."
The group was stunned into silence, then excitement and awe rippled through the room. Wooyoung perked up with giddy delight. "Wait...really? You mean we're your first and last boyfriends? That's it for you, Y/N, you're stuck with us forever!"
The boys cheered with playful promises to “make it special” and take things slow. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed but happy, as she was enveloped in their excitement.
As the laughter settled, Honjoong grew more thoughtful. He gently reached for Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, thank you for telling us that. I don’t want to assume anything, but… is it okay if I ask, should we assume you haven’t had any sexual experience before?”
The question hung in the air, gentle but honest. “I only ask so we know how to support you best. No judgment, ever.”
The rest of the boys nodded, their excitement tempered by protective affection.
Y/N offered a small, slightly embarrassed smile. “You can assume right. I haven’t had any sexual experience. I was always so focused on my work and everything else going on that I never really had the chance....or honestly, the desire...until now. I always thought that if it was going to happen, I wanted it to be with my soulmates. And now that I have you, it feels right.”
Her honesty drew gentle smiles and reassurances from the group. “That’s okay, we’ll go at your pace.” “We’re just glad it’s us.” “We’ll wait as long as you need, and we’ll always make sure you feel safe and loved.”
A comforting sense of acceptance settled over the group.
After a thoughtful pause, Y/N asked, “Since I’m new to all of this… can you help me understand what your dynamic is like? How do things usually work?”
Honjoong hesitated, exchanging glances with the others. “There’s a kind of hierarchy in our dynamic, especially when it comes to intimacy. Some of us are strict Dominants, a few are switches. It’s something we worked out together, and we always talk things through.”
He met Y/N’s eyes, gentle and reassuring. “We’ll explain everything, and you never have to agree to anything that makes you uneasy. Everything moves at your pace.”
A ripple of agreement went through the group.
Sensing lingering seriousness, Y/N grinned and asked, “So, Seonghwa… do you like being called ‘Mommy’?”
Silence fell; then chaos erupted. Wooyoung cackled, Mingi nearly choked, San looked shocked, Honjoong turned red, and Yunho whooped. Seonghwa’s face went bright red, torn between feigned outrage and bashful pride. Jongho buried his face in his hands, groaning, “Not this again…” while Yeosang patted his back in mock sympathy.
The laughter and teasing melted away any awkwardness. Seonghwa regained his composure, tried to glare, but couldn’t hide his smile. “Honestly? I do like it...a lot more than I ever expected,” he admitted, meeting Y/N’s eyes. “Especially if it’s you.”
The group burst into more laughter and affectionate teasing.
Y/N, still grinning, nudged Honjoong. “Now that I’ve outed Seonghwa, can I get the real tea? What’s your dynamic actually like together? Not just the Doms and switches...who’s the softest, who’s the most strict, who’s always secretly giving in, and, most importantly, who’s the biggest brat after Wooyoung?”
Yunho snorted. “You mean, is there anyone who could ever out-brat Wooyoung? Impossible.”
Wooyoung put a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Rude! But… fair.”
San grinned. “It’s true. There’s no one bigger.”
Mingi chimed in, “He’s really the only one that pushes buttons, to be honest.”
Jongho just smirked. “He’s got the crown, and he knows it.”
Yeosang, ever observant, gave Honjoong a sly look. “If you want real secrets, you should know our fearless Captain has a thing for teaching innocent souls new tricks.”
Honjoong’s ears turned pink as the group burst out laughing. “Yeosang!” he protested, but the gleam in his eye betrayed how unbothered he really was.
Wooyoung waggled his brows at Y/N. “Just watch out, he’s got a whole corruption kink, and you’re basically his dream come true.”
Y/N laughed, feeling completely at home in the affectionate chaos. Honjoong draped an arm over the back of the couch. “It’s loud and messy, but it works. We all balance each other; even Wooyoung’s chaos has its place. And now you’re here, so you get to decide where you fit in and who you want to gang up on first.”
The group dissolved into another round of laughter.
Yeosang wasn’t done stirring the pot. With a sly glance, he pointed at Mingi. “By the way, if you’re looking for someone who’s a little more submissive than he looks, Mingi’s your guy.”
Mingi flushed as he spluttered, “Hey! That’s not...”
Yunho didn’t miss a beat, throwing an arm around Mingi’s shoulders. “Yeosang’s not wrong. Our giant here is our sweet prince.”
The group burst out laughing, Mingi groaning good-naturedly.
After the laughter faded, the conversation turned gentle and sincere. Everyone talked through boundaries and even the smallest uncertainties, making sure Y/N felt truly heard and respected. By the end, the room was filled with a comfortable sense of understanding.
As the night drew to a close, Yeosang stood and, with calm confidence, scooped Y/N up into his arms. “I’m claiming you for the night,” he announced, shooting the others a smug look. “I’ve had to babysit Wooyoung the last couple of days, so it’s finally my turn with our soulmate.”
Wooyoung pouted but didn’t protest, and the rest of the group laughed, content in the warmth of their shared hotel penthouse as Yeosang carried Y/N off for the night. Cradled in his arms, Y/N twisted enough to give everyone a playful wave goodnight, grinning as the group called out their own farewells down the hall.
In Yeosang’s suite, the two slip into the gentle routine of getting ready for bed. Y/N is already in pajamas, but when Yeosang insists she wear his favorite pair, the ones soft from years of use and faintly scented like him, she gives in with a fond smile, happily changing just to make him happy. They take their time removing makeup, sharing quiet laughter, and sleepy smiles at the sink.
When they finally crawl into bed, Yeosang nestles close, laying his head on Y/N’s chest, arms draped around her waist. Y/N cards her fingers through his hair, her heart swelling at the trust he shows her. In the low light, she catches sight of the small birthmark next to his left eye, a detail usually hidden beneath makeup.
Her voice grows soft as she traces her thumb along his cheek. “You know, I love that mark,” she whispers. “It’s so perfectly you.”
Yeosang’s lips curl into a shy, sleepy smile as they drift off together, safe in each other’s arms.
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If you couldn’t tell, I had way too much fun writing this part
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Also did everyone enjoy Golden Hour Part Four? NASA definitely my fav along Adrenaline.
Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, and part 10
To commemorate STAYTINY weekend with Ateez Golden Hour Part 4 coming out and Stray Kids Concert Movie coming out this weekend!
Also, a particular black cat decided that he didn’t want to work in the last chapter, lol.
Happy Reading!
Wooyoung had managed to sneak to Paris, unable to resist the excitement of meeting his newest soulmate. Yeosang, ever the responsible one, caught him on the way out of the dorm and insisted on coming along, determined to keep Wooyoung out of trouble. Thanks to Yeosang’s careful planning, the two arrived just as Seonghwa and Honjoong were finishing their interview.
Honjoong was less than thrilled to see Wooyoung, especially knowing he’d skipped important vocal lessons and left his recording unfinished for the upcoming album. As soon as Wooyoung appeared, Seonghwa fixed him with a look that could only be described as the disappointed mom stare arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Honjoong stood beside him, mirroring the same expression: quiet, stern, and just a little bit betrayed. Wooyoung wilted under their gazes, but Yeosang nudged him forward, whispering to just apologize and try not to make things worse.
Despite the scolding, both Honjoong and Seonghwa relaxed a little, happy to see two of their soulmates they hadn’t seen in a while. The city felt brighter, and for a moment, Paris belonged just to them.
Back at Seonghwa and Honjoong’s hotel room, the four settled in, wooyoung ands yeosang place their bags in the spare rooms of the penthouse, shoes kicked off. Wooyoung flopped dramatically onto the nearest armchair, arms crossed.
“It’s not fair,” he grumbled, shooting a pointed look at Honjoong. “San got to run off and meet Y/N, but I’m the one getting in trouble?”
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. “San had the day off, Wooyoung. He didn’t just disappear.”
Honjoong nodded, voice calm but firm. “He probably talked to manager-nim and cleared his schedule. You, on the other hand, skipped out on your vocal lessons and recording session without telling anyone.”
Wooyoung pouted. “You make it sound so bad.”
“Because it was,” Honjoong replied, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You know how important this album is. We all have responsibilities.”
Yeosang nudged Wooyoung. “You’re lucky Seonghwa and Honjoong didn’t drag you straight back to the airport.”
Seonghwa sighed, but his expression softened. “We’re glad you’re here, Wooyoung. Just… try not to give management a heart attack next time. You're lucky noone saw you at the airport.”
Wooyoung grinned sheepishly. “No promises.”
Despite the scolding, laughter soon filled the room as the four caught up, the tension dissolving into the easy warmth of family. Paris felt a little more like home with all of them together.
Meanwhile, across the city, San and Y/N strolled hand in hand, takeaway coffee cups warming their fingers as they made their way back toward the hotel. The evening buzzed around them, but San slowed suddenly, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
Y/N glanced over, raising a brow. “What’s up?”
San wrinkled his nose, feigning seriousness. “I don’t know… I just have this weird feeling, like something chaotic is happening behind our backs. Maybe one of the guys is causing trouble again.”
Y/N laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Well, with our soulmates, I feel like that’s a safe bet. There’s always some kind of mischief brewing.”
San grinned, shaking off the odd feeling, and after a short walk, he and Y/N made their way back to the hotel. As they entered the suite, the familiar faces of Honjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yeosang greeted them, laughter filling the air.
As Y/N and San stepped in, Honjoong shot San a mischievous grin and nodded at the locket now hanging around Y/N's neck. “Already spoiling her, huh, San? Marking your territory with jewelry?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye. Wooyoung piped up, “Careful, San, you’re setting the bar high. We’ll all have to step up our game if you keep this up.”
San blushed furiously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-it’s not like that! I just… saw it and thought she’d like it.” He hesitated, glancing at Y/N before continuing, “My intention was that, once all of us are finally together, we could have a portrait done of everyone. Then she could put the picture in the locket, so she’d always have us close, no matter where we are.”
His voice trailed off, eyes darting anywhere but at his teasing soulmates, but his shy smile gave away how much he meant it.
Y/N rolled her eyes, cheeks warming as she caught Seonghwa smiling knowingly, then froze, her gaze flicking from Wooyoung to Yeosang as realization dawned. "Wait," she blurted, looking between the two. "What are you doing here?"
Wooyoung's grin was wicked and triumphant. "Surprise! You didn't think we'd let San and you have all the fun in Paris, did you?" Yeosang just gave a small, resigned wave, as if to say, 'I was not about to let him leave on his own.'
San’s smile faded as he fixed Wooyoung with a flat look. “You know, it’s actually not funny. You keep running away from your responsibilities, Wooyoung. I might have tried to tire you out before I left, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re here when you shouldn’t be.”
The room quieted for a beat, the playful mood shifting as San’s disappointment settled in. Wooyoung looked away, guilt flickering across his face, while Yeosang offered San a small, understanding nod. The honesty in San’s voice made it clear: he cared, but he wasn’t letting Wooyoung off the hook this time.
Wooyoung shot San a mock glare, but the fondness in his eyes betrayed his gratitude even if he couldn't quite say it aloud. The tension eased as Yeosang let out a soft huff, and Seonghwa nudged Wooyoung's shoulder with a silent gesture of support. Honjoong cracked a joke to lighten the mood.
Just then, Y/N let out a little laugh, shaking her head. “You know, you guys really did just abandon the other three back in Korea, huh?”
Yeosang gave a rueful nod. "They're probably plotting their own surprise visit by now."
Laughter returned, threading through the suite like sunlight after a storm. Their playful chaos, honest words, and unspoken understanding wove them closer together, making the room feel even more like home.
Just then, Honjoong's phone began to ring, the ringtone instantly recognizable. He answered on speaker, and Yunho's breathless, frazzled voice came through. "Hyung! I'm so sorry—I just woke up, and Wooyoung was gone! I thought he was still asleep because of San last night; he must have waited until everyone was asleep and slipped out. Yeosang must have gone after him, because I have not heard from him. I know manager-nim is going to kill me I'm really sorry!"
Wooyoung tried to look innocent, but everyone in the room knew better. Yeosang just gave a resigned shrug, confirming Yunho’s story.
Honjoong couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Yunho. They're both here, safe. Next time, try putting a bell on Wooyoung."
Yunho groaned. "Trust me, I might. Sorry again, hyung."
"It's not your fault," Honjoong assured him. "If anyone could Houdini his way out, it's Wooyoung."
The group exchanged knowing grins and laughter, the chaos of their found family settling around them once more.
Yunho hesitated on the line, then added meekly, "Um... since everyone's already there, do you think Mingi, Jongho, and I could come too? It's a little lonely here now."
Honjoong's lips twitched with amusement as he glanced at the others. Seonghwa grinned, Wooyoung immediately cheered, and Yeosang just nodded, resigned to the inevitable. "Of course, Yunho. The more, the merrier," Honjoong replied warmly. "Tell Mingi and Jongho to pack their bags."
The excitement on the other end of the call was palpable, and as they hung up, everyone in the suite felt the anticipation building. Soon, their family would be together in Paris at last.
A few days later, the entire group was finally together in Paris. The city came alive around them as they explored its winding streets, posed for group photos at the Eiffel Tower, got lost in the bustling markets, and laughed over pastries at sunlit cafés. Y/N was never alone for long, sometimes swept into a whirlwind of shopping with San and Wooyoung, other times coaxed into deep conversations with Jongho and Yeosang, or simply enjoying the quiet companionship of Seonghwa and Honjoong as they strolled along the Seine. Mingi provided a steady source of warmth and laughter, always quick to pull Y/N into whatever mischief he and Yunho had planned.
Now, gathered at a lively restaurant for dinner, the group filled the table with stories and laughter. Y/N found herself seated between Mingi and Yunho, their easy camaraderie comforting. Across the table, Felix, their oldest friend, joined in the jokes, his bright energy blending seamlessly with the group. As the plates were cleared and the conversation quieted, Honjoong leaned forward, his gaze settling curiously on Felix.
“So, Felix,” Honjoong began, a playful glint in his eye, “are you ever going to show us that soulmark you keep hiding?”
Felix hesitated for a moment, but before he could answer, Honjoong added, “You know, Bang Chan mentioned something interesting while we were filming Kingdom. He said everyone in Stray Kids shares the same soulmark. Is that true?”
Felix’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and warmth. “Yeah, it’s true. All of us have it. We always joke that we were meant to be a family, even before we found each other.”
Felix’s cheeks flushed as everyone looked his way. He bit his lip, glancing sheepishly at Y/N. “Um… I can’t really show you all right now,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Wooyoung waggled his eyebrows. “Oh? Why not? Is it somewhere scandalous?”
Before Felix could answer, Y/N burst into giggles, covering her mouth as the others stared at her in surprise. “Let’s just say,” she managed between laughs, “it’s not exactly dinner-table appropriate.”
Felix groaned, burying his face in his hands as the rest of the group erupted into laughter, the mystery of the soulmark only adding to the mischief and warmth circling the table.
The table burst into laughter as Felix ducked his head, ears tinged pink. San grinned across the table. “So, Felix, is your soulmark really that scandalous, or are you just shy?”
Felix shot him a playful look. “It’s not the mark itself, it’s just… the location.”
Wooyoung leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now you’ve got us all curious. How bad could it be?”
Felix just shrugged, feigning innocence. “Let’s just say it’s not the easiest place to show off in public.”
Y/N tried to stifle a giggle, but her eyes were already brimming with mirth. She exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Felix after all, she was the only one at the table who knew his soulmark was on his right butt cheek.
Wooyoung huffed, folding his arms. “Honestly, I think the left hip is iconic. We can show ours off at the beach or with low-rise jeans. Felix, you’ve got us all dying of curiosity over here!”
Jongho snorted. “Let it go, Wooyoung. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, especially at the dinner table.”
Y/N, squeezed between Mingi and Yunho, tried desperately to stifle a giggle, her lips pressed tight and her shoulders shaking with mirth. Mingi glanced down at her, eyebrows raised in amusement. Yunho caught her eye and leaned in to whisper, “You know, don’t you?” His tone was light and teasing.
Y/N grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s just say,” she whispered back, “Felix might be part peach.”
Mingi choked on his drink, trying to cover his laugh with a cough, while Yunho’s eyes went wide with realization before he burst into laughter.
Across the table, Felix’s face went scarlet, but he couldn’t help smiling at Y/N’s clever hint. Wooyoung looked between them, confused, then groaned as the meaning started to dawn on him. “Oh my god. Seriously? That’s… actually kind of perfect.”
The whole group dissolved into laughter, the inside joke only adding to the warmth and chaos of their night.
A few hours later, after the laughter and stories at dinner had faded into the night, Y/N and Felix were sprawled comfortably on Felix’s hotel bed, a phone propped up between them. The screen was filled with the familiar faces of Stray Kids Bang Chan waving enthusiastically, Han making silly faces, and Seungmin offering a warm smile. The rest of the members chimed in, their voices overlapping with excitement.
“Y/N! How’s Paris treating you?” Jeongin called out, grinning.
Hyunjin teased, “Bet you’re showing Felix all the best hidden spots, right?”
Y/N laughed, feeling instantly at home in the conversation. “Of course. He’s practically a local now. And don’t worry, I’ve already got souvenirs picked out for all of you.”
Felix nudged her, grinning. “She knows this city better than anyone. I’ve been in good hands.”
Chan smiled fondly. “We’re jealous.....wish we could be there, too. It’s good to see you both together.”
Y/N had known the Stray Kids members ever since Felix first joined the group, and the call was full of easy banter, old inside jokes, and genuine warmth. For a while, the distance between Paris and Seoul faded away, replaced by the laughter and connection they always shared, no matter where in the world they were.
Through the screen, Bang Chan watched them with a gentle, protective gaze. “I hope everyone over there is treating you right, Y/N,” he said, his tone only half teasing. Then his expression softened as he added, “You look really happy, you know. You’re glowing.”
Y/N blushed, her smile widening. “I am happy, Chan. It’s been a really good week.”
Chan smiled, but his protective instincts didn’t waver. “That’s all I want. You know we’re always here for you, okay?” He hesitated for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “But… is there anything I should know about? Anyone I need to talk to? Because you know I will.”
Felix burst out laughing, nudging Y/N. “He’s always like this. Big brother mode, twenty-four seven.”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh too, but this time her eyes shone with something deeper. “Actually, Chan… there is something.” She glanced at Felix, then back at the screen, suddenly a little shy but too happy to hide it. “I found them. My soulmates. Can you believe it?”
Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling as she looked into the camera. She hesitated, then grinned, happiness radiating from her. “My soulmates....they’re here in Paris. It turns out, they’re the members of ATEEZ.”
For a few seconds, the call went quiet, with wide eyes and stunned smiles on the other side of the screen. Then Bang Chan’s face broke into the biggest, warmest grin. “Y/N, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you.” His voice softened, sincere. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. They're good people, but I am still giving them the talk.”
The others cheered and threw in their own congratulations, the mood lifting even higher. Y/N felt her heart swell as Felix squeezed her hand, the joy of the moment shared across cities and screens, the distance between Paris and Seoul shrinking to nothing.
