It's a fox, specifically a fennec fox. The little creature sleeps soundly , snuggled against your hip, even breaths squeaked out of him.
Typically, the fennec fox inhabits sandy deserts; This leads to the question: where did he come from?
He exhales, burrowing closer into your warmth as if he can't get warm enough. Maybe a blanket will do the trick; you get up to help-
The poor dear cried his heart out.
"Foxy?" The fox scratches the floor next. " Cheeto?" He hisses, pinning back his ears. "Hmmm? Foxlny."
The creature pauses briefly, getting a feel for the name, before happily chirp and burrowing into your arms.
"You seem to love pets." A soft chuckle left your lips. " A little too much for a wild animal."
He couldn't agree more, nuzzling his sweaty nose into your palm, savoring your delightful scent.
Meanwhile, In the Bahng resident, Boys rubbed sleep out their eyes as they gathered for breakfast.
With a lazy smile, Chan counted each figure descended the stairs.
....two.
four....
.....six
seven..
Seven? Lee know. Changbin. Hyunjin. Han. Felix. Seungmin... Jeongin?
Of course..Chan rolled his eyes, Last night's conflict is today's animosity. If Jeongin wants to miss work over an argument? That's fine. Let him. Work is more important anyway. Hmph. Chan's scoffed
"Breakfast is ready!" He chirps,dashing past the living room packed full of bed hair and zoned-out expressions. "Everybody have a good day!" An arm out the door and the other caught in his brazer, Chan stumbled out into the morning.
Han followed in tow, tripping over himself."Ya! You forgot your-Whoa he's fast!" Chan practically flying down the apartment steps. "Hyung! You forgot your lunch-"
"And briefcase" Felix added, shoving eggs in his mouth.
"And Briefcase!" Han shouts.
"And tie." Seungmin licks the last bits of oatmeal off his spoon.
"And tie."
"And brain," Hyunjin giggled to himself.
"And bra-!" Han bites his tongue just in time.
"I get it. I get it" Chan called out, wobbles back to the perch . "Toss them down." He caught two out of three.
While Chan is adjusting his tie, that sharp nose of his sniffed you out first. His fingers froze mid knot.
An instinctive growl ripped from his throat. Perfume, it poisons your natural allure. Chan deeply inhaled, channeling those aged skills of a seasoned wolf to breathe in your nude scent. He exhaled.
The corner of his lip curled. "That's better-" Chan rolled his shoulders as he eased into your warm honey musk.
His brown eyes trailed your shaky descent down the stairs, two large pink boxes were cradled in your arms. Baked goods from the smell of them.
The sounds of your heels left a delightful shiver crawled down his spine.
Chan helplessly sighed, already approaching to aid you... Of course, with no alternative motives especially, not a peck of your delicious sweets, he smelled.
"Good mornin-"Chan's grin disappeared as simply as it came, something was different -a note of another smell saturating your soft skin as well as your clothing.
An animal? Chan's brow jump. No, its more complex as if it's-A hybrid.
"Oh, hello, Jeongin." Your soft lashes kissed your cheeks.
You noted the twitch of his head; you had never seen someone's face bleed red so fast.
" I'm not-how?" His brows pinched, the tip of his tongue poked at his cheek. "How do you know that name?"
Your lashes fluttered, confused.
"That's not your name? I'm sorry. I got a card with flowers—" You adjusted your hold. Your arms cramped under the weight of boxes. "I thought the card was from you."
Chan remembered the bouquet; Han and Felix picked them out, but a note didn't ring a bell, especially not from Jeongin.
"The flowers. Yes, but I wasn't aware of a note... May I?" He gestured towards the boxes, already taking them off your hands. " I'm happy, you like the flowers." Your purse slipped onto his forearm.
What a gentleman.
You were left speechless; that smile of his, dimples and all—he's so disarming. "You didn't have to—"
He's your worst nightmare, the feeling of helplessness hunted you down whenever, this handsome beast is prowling.
"I insist." Chan crooked his elbow for you to take, and you do. "Watch your step."
You drowned in the urge to rest your head on his broad shoulder as you descended the stairs, yet you fought it. He smelled wonderful,It melted your senses—
"Your taxi is here, darling." Chan said, with that Aussie glib of his. He held the door for you, the boxes of goodies and your purse waiting on the seat.
Darling? He's really trying to murder you— "Watch your head." A phantom grasped your attention, and a chill rolled down your spine. It felt as if a hand graced your chin to make you face Chan.
The size difference wasn't stunning,but he does have the opportunity to use your head as a chin rest.
A small shimmer winked back at you in his puffy brown eyes. He looked as if he rolled out of bed with his suit on.
You couldn't help but giggle at his crooked tie. "May I?" The plush skin of your knuckles scraped his throat while fixing his tie. "There." You even took the liberty of dusting his blazer.
"Thank you," Chan said immediately after you'd backed away. His neck and ears blossomed pink—
His downturned eyes crinkled with his smile. "Have a great day, Ms.?" Chan's head tilts—
"Oh, Y/n," you extended your hand.
"Bangchan." His large hand swallowed yours in the handshake, yet he treated you like a fragile flower between his fingers.
"Nice to meet you—" Your breath hitched as he kissed your knuckles.
Those doe eyes held you captive, a willing prisoner, spellbound. You didn't dare look away—not that he would let you. "The pleasure is all mine." He purred.
A lack of self-control brought you closer; his breaths tickled your nose while your eyes traced his features.
Chan's sense of smell peeled through the layers of your scents—artificial (perfume), natural (your soft sweat), detergent, lotion, and skincare, with a small hint of nail polish from the run in your tights to spearmint gum in your mouth.
Under it all, purposely hidden, the scent of another man sat behind your ear. A hybrid, as he had predicted moments ago, specifically Yang Jeongin.
A deep growl escaped his throat. Your eyes shot to his, but his eyes were unchanged, pleasant.
"Uhm—the meter's running, Y/n," he whispered in your ear, his head held at a tilt.
You shivered at the hot breath on your neck. "oh.. right. Right!" You're gonna be late for work. Chan closed the door behind you as you got in.
He reached through the window, taking your hand, flipping it palm up to grace his lips on your bare wrist. "Be careful when you head back home today; there's a huge storm coming this way."
A part of your brain decayed independently, opting to surrender to Bangchan's musk. Your lips mouthed a response, but nothing came out—just a ghostly nod.
Chan chuckled as he saw you off til you were out of sight.
His smile dropped seconds after, now he's attention has turned to a sly little fox .
Chan's tongue dug into his cheek as he rushed back upstairs for some much-needed answers.
The front door bounced off the wall while Bangchan made his way to the maknae's room. He burst into an empty room—
You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.
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" You heard your boyfriend "Your mouth fell open with a scoff as he cocks his brow and squares his eyes.
" Excuse meEEee-ah!” you were reduce to a mere sack of potatoes over his shoulder as he actually picks up his pace. " San! Put me down!"
"Put you down? Why so you can blush more at your boyfriend?" His accent only adds more salt to the wound as he teases your struggles against his bulk.
"He's not-" You pound your fists on his back. " You-San!-" You never imagined you'd be reduced to an object, slung over your "husband's" shoulder, whose bizarrely strong enough to manhandle you.
"그는(He's the) jealous type." A purr licks your ear, you flinch away, uncomfortably twisting to look at the voice's owner. His face matches his voice perfectly-resembling a sly black cat.
His sharp eyes trace the soft lines of your features. "당신은 정말 죽일 가치가 있어요. (You're gorgeous- worth killing over.)" He chuckles at your stunned expression." I'm handsome. Huh." He grinned.
In a criminal's mindset; maybe so
"Woo.young.ie." He carefully pronounced, adding a peck on your wedding ring-a sign of respect to the family. "Nice to meet you, Mrs.Choi."
Wooyoung beamed, "Into the car now, 프린세스 (Princess)-"
You didn't even have time to react to Wooyoung, before being thrown into a black car.
San hisses at his roughness, regretful "I'm sorry, honey." He mutters- squeezing you between himself and-?
Your vision blurred and when it cleared, you found yourself supported by a hulking man. You gasped, instinctively leaning into San- who gladly pulled you in his arms.
The sheer size of him compared to you made your jaw drop, he could barely fit in the car.
"Hello, Mrs.Choi, " His deep voice like gravel, rich with heavy bass. " I'm Mingi,당신의 서비스에서 -at your service".
Mingi's large hand lifts yours to his plump lips-mirroring Wooyoung, he presses a kiss to your wedding ring. His dark siren eyes refused to leave yours, and you gasped admittedly breathless.
Sharp pinging came off the car, startling enough to scare you into San’s lap.
It's hailing bullets
"손님이 있습니다. -We have guests." Wooyoung hissed, glancing out the windows. "-Bastards." He rolls his eyes, snapping the safety off his glock.
Wooyoung pissed their shooting though we're leaving anyway-
San growls at the sharp click, this isn't gonna be pretty. The hail of gunfire sent you screaming.
Unconsciously, you nails sank into San's biceps, your shrieks muffled against his chest. The string of pain from your manicure nails made him feel your raw emotion.
Just another day yet you're gripping him as if you wouldn't see tomorrow.
You quivering as tears burn your eyes, flinching when Mingi shouts at Wooyoung to stop because your scared and confused.
Surrounded by large men and captain-ha! In a strange country, at the mercy of your husband
So fragile, so soft. San's large hands caresses your hips into a comforting hold resembling a child holding a bear.
you weep over gun fire. It your fault in the first place, scrolling freely as if your presence and status doesn't matter.
Your the misses now. The normal lifestyle you once lived is dead and buried.
San's chuckles, the vibration in his chest- causes you to freeze, your soft doe eyes melted his core.
It hurts his heart to do this-
His free hand displays an anchor grey handkerchief, San slightly smirks "I'm sorry about this-"
His large hand slips up to your face.
Your eyes widen "Choi san!-" your hands struggle to push his hand away. " Don't..you...dare!..Mmmph!"
He used his chest to his advantage, his solid body left you no where to go.
You held your breath, scratching anywhere you could reach.
The realization of three against one came when San hissed, cursed at one of your hits.
Mingi chimes in grabbing your wrists in his large hand. Thought you pulled. He remained unbother by you. " -Are you okay? Shit. Your bleeding."
"Don't touch my wife." San snaps, and Mingi doesn't hesitate to let go.
His breath hits your ear. "It's just a little nap, sweetheart." San squeezes your nose til you 'd completely inhale his chloroform-soaked handkerchief.
(Long lost) Bf. Yunho x (Chubby) Reader x (Long lost) Bf. Song Mingi
part 1
You gasped struggling against his firm grip. "Ah! Let me go-!" a powerful donkey kick brought agony as he hiss in pain. A window of opportunity present itself as you manage to struggle, yet even in pain his grip was strong.
"Princess." His deep voice cringed from the pain, " Ow, it's me, Mingi." Mingi makes you face him and, god the sheer size difference was startling-
Your mouth hung. It was Mingi but- his soft childish features gone, his squeaky voice nonexistent, and a whole much more.
Despite, the transformation; his big doe eyes were untouched by time.
"Princess?" He cries, "It's me, Song Mingi." Mingi desperately grips your hips.
" Minnie?"
His eyes shimmers as the cute nickname passed your lips. Even if it was a tester on your tongue- He held you so fondly....its uncomfortable.
But you know him, it's Mingi.. just way bigger. He's grown twice your size.
His arms wrap around you with a warmth that should’ve felt like home — but instead, it leaves your pulse stuttering. He smells like cedarwood and something faintly sweet, like the cologne he used to steal from Yunho.
You gasped, " Yunho. Where's yunho."
If Mingi's here. Yunho is never too far away.
Arriving, when called, Yunho snatches Mingi away from you by his jacket. " What's wrong with you?" He growled. "It's the middle of the night and you're a stranger that's twice her size."Yunho's tone was sharp as he laid into Mingi who was sitting on the concrete.
Mingi's gentle glaze shifted between you and Yunho. His comprehension of you, standing inches away is surreal to say the least.
"Hello?!" Yunho's eyes widen, if looks could kill- "Hey! Am I talking to myself?!" His anger was concealed in a whisper stern through his teeth; the stars above him a reminder of the time and place.
The fearful mingi shakes his head "no". Yet his attitude is unchanged. "But it is her-" He whines, "Why are you so mad?"
Yunho deeply exhaled, tossing his head. "That's besides the point, Min-"
A small foot note lingered while they're bickering, The harsh winter air colored their cheeks, blush. What a lovely shade in the moonlight on such handsome faces.
One night changed your life, it's been two weeks since you welcomed your boys back in a warm embrace.
However, Were you always this tiny compared to them?
Since childhood, Mingi's been aloof and clingy— like a child attached to a blanket—hence his hands on your hips shouldn't bother you, and yet, they feel heavier now—sinking into the dough of your hips.
Mingi rest his chin on the top of your head as you attempt multitasking, watching a show while cooking. “I've met him,” he snaps, eyeing the actor.
"Ah?" Yunho chimed in.
Yunho… changed. Of course, he's still responsible and competitive, yet the silliest one in the room, but... He's got a rather possessive streak about him, his jaw often clenches when annoyed, and hates prolonged nuisances (assholes).
Yunho made sure to introduce himself to your wonderful couch. His head dips backwards off the couch to eye his friends. " You didn’t, you say he was a jerk?" He winks at you, randomly.
“No-” Mingi scoffs, “I said he was an asshole.”
I apologize for the abrupt ending. I have serious writer’s block at the moment. Forgive me.
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12:30 am
The spell of slumber disappeared, and reality set in. The ceiling staring back at you speaks something comforting—your home, not just home, but your room.
Traveling home, unlocking the door, taking off your shoes—none of it. It's your daily routine, yet today is a blur.
"Aah," you moaned through the pain. It hurt to think, your breath hitched, a stinging sensation lacing around your hips. "Ow, what's going on?" The walk to your bathroom felt like an injured soldier dragging himself to safety.
"Oh…my…” Your mouth hangs as the red and purple spots mar your delicate skin. "What is-" your fingers tremble as you unbutton your ivory blouse. Wait— your shirt, filthy as if you've been sleeping with pigs.
Your hair is mildly disheveled, lipstick smudged, and...!
Your tights were torn to shreds, like you've been ravaged by an animal!
Upstairs @ The Bang Residence
A splitting headache welcomed the youngest as he began to stir— a fragrance caught his breath in his throat. Overly sweet, soft, and—
A foreign fabric brushes his hand under his pillow, and he frantically sits up, tapping on his bedside lamp. The lights brightened the room, revealing that a torn piece of black lace was emanating a lovely smell.
Sniff Sniff… His sharp nose hovers— lower and lower until it's digging into the fibers. Small whiffs transform into deep inhales.
He sighs, blissfully as if taking fresh, hot laundry out of the dryer.
How heavenly. What a beautiful time to get my scents back. Jeongin chirps, nuzzles the lace against his cheeks.
Thumpthumpthumpp
The sound of his tail, beating his bed, startled him.
He didn't even feel the change.
Jeongin stares at his wagging tail.
What's going on?
Your soft face haunts him. How could he just leave you somewhere like that? What if you harmed yourself or someone harmed you?
And if Chan finds out, he’s triple-fucked.
He whines at the thought, the stomp of heavy bare feet thundering about - Jeongin gasps, realizing his mistake. He snatches the fabric, hiding it under his tank top.
In seconds, Bangchan's heavy footsteps rang out as if a thunderstorm headed his way. The door swung open, revealing a disheveled Chan.
An ivory robe cuddled his lean build—soft drabs of water dripped off his hair tips.
"What's going on? Are you alright?"He kept his voice at a loud whisper so as not to alert the sleeping home.
Jeongin's stunned expression and guilty glance set off Chan's father/big brother's suspension.
The youngest watched his soul leave his body.Chan lets out a quick sniff. A reminder of his sharp senses sealing him as an alpha.
A deep involuntary growl rumbles in Chan's chest—your aroma blending into the abode’s daily fragrance. "What did you do?"
It’s innocent until proven guilty; however, the sweat threatening to drip off Jeongin’s brow-is a dead giveaway.
"What did you-?" An epiphany appears itself- "It was you.” Chan furrowed his eyebrows, remembering a second scent when he found you.. “No.” He mutters, there was a third smell. “ And Hyunjin.” His growl deepens.
"Hyunjin!"
...
"So you have your senses," Chan's jaw tightened in disappointment more than anger. "You should've told me the second you knew." His voice was tight.
The silence was deafening; the boys could have been mistaken for mice as they knelt before Chan. Their knees ached on the harsh wood floor, sure to bring bruises come morning.
"But we just—“ Hyunjin attempts to plead their case.
"Grounded," Chan declares in one swift breath, his hands on his hips.
"We didn't mean to—" Jeongin whined, adjusting his knees.
"Forever!" Chan made it loud and clear. He was pissed, disappointed, and shocked! Secretary of a dangerous situation—
You were a victim in this mayhem. He can't even imagine how to fix this— your morphing aroma driving up his nose, penetrating his senses despite being upstairs. He can’t think.
Between you and the boys' whining, a sharp migraine attacked his nerves. "Upstairs. Go to bed or so help me—" A deep growl chilled the boys to the bones; they shrunk, escaping upstairs to their rooms.
...
4:25am
The morning sun will be rising soon, a new day despite the old yesterday shimmering in Jeongin's bones; aching in two places than one. His throbbing knees and his heart.
The boy felt wronged; it’s more Hyunjin’s fault than his. He never thought something could smell so pretty,warm, and soft. Chan’s aware of his absence of smell, and yet he continued to scold him harshly. Bullshit.What-bullshit. He wouldn’t harm anyone, especially not a woman, on purpose.
His ears fell as his brows pinched. She wouldn’t treat me like this, Jeongin thought.
Your comforting fragrance robust and heavy, the diffusion of your sweet love tickled his newborn sense.
You'd smell like home.
7:45 am
You’re throbbing headache kept it’s persistent through the night til the sun peeks between the blinds. A soft sigh leaves your lips as those pain killers finally take effect; four or more, my foot.
Not having the patience to eat, you opt for coffee instead. Despite your eagerness to taste the delicious aroma swirling from the mug—a soft whine interrupting your first sip, followed by scratching—you’re unable to.
An animal? The scratching was loud as you walked close-mug still in hand. You gazed out the window bordering your front door.
“A puppy?!” Your heart swelled. You rushed to greet the poor dear. It’s too cold out there.
⚠️Strong language, violence,blood,abuse and captivity
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" No!" Your fiery rage rang out through the throne room; the boulder on your shoulders finally crushed you under its massive weight.
"What!?" But it wasn't a question, rather a dare. His highness dared you to utter that word again. " My doll would never-" He rolls his shoulders, easing the sudden tension.
" Then-!" You turn around sharply, to face him. "Read. My. lips!" Taking an inch closer, your eyes lock onto his "Piss. Off. Yeonjun!"
The room filled with shock, yet your gaze refused to fall from your highness. " I hate you-" Years of resentment overflow in your chest, you were kept by his seat not as a person nor even a pet but a doll.
No will of your own, no soul but you were living, you felt it when his hot lips marked your skin.
"I'd rather die than be with you!" You cried, snatching a wine glass to hurl into Yeonjun's face. You jumped as his highness clutched the side of his face in agony, your action of rebellion startling in its volume.
"Your highness!" Soobin, lunges towards you, manhandling you between his arms, restricting you- though far too late.
Drip drip-
Blood saturated his royal collar, you felt faint against the Soobin- The only thing keeping you up.
You were speechless in the knight's grip-for the first time, you hurt him. After years of pent-up aggression, hatred, and overall pain, you finally inflicted somewhat of your revenge. You scarred him- mirroring his treatment of you his "property."
Your hands shook as the soft rain of crimson bleed into the rug.
"Ha." You softly chuckled.
You found this funny, ironic even. "You get what you deserve, you pompous bastar-"
" You lunatic of a prostitute!" The knight raises his hand to strike you-
"I'll chop off your hand!" Yeonjun spats, lifting his bloody face, in time to catch his loyal guard- He's not referring to you.
Soobin paused, with a stunned expression- He observes Yeonjun dragging his long tongue across his top lip. "No, this little minx is mine to punish." Tasting the irony blood, trickling down his face.
The crimson crawled down his right eye from the clear gash above his brow, forcing his eye closed.
He blissfully, grins. "Where have you been hiding that spice?" Yeonjun hisses, plucking out a crystal shard lodged in his gash.
The shard hits the marble floor with a dreadful, clink. "Half a decade of NOTHING!" Yeonjun laughed. " If I had known you'd react so feral to my marriage proposal." He clicks his tongue. "You'd be my bride, years ago."
Your knees gave way as if you were facing the devil himself. Beautiful to the naked eye but a demon under a priest's scope.
His tar eyes blazed at you. However, the unsettling factor is mixture of amusement in his eyes.
Yeonjun disdains his heredity, opting instead to only get involved in important matters- war, conspiracies, and blah blah.
No empress and no concubines because no one's better than you.
Blood drips off him as he takes full advantage of your shocked state, smashing his lips into yours. Possessive, not passionate—cruel, not caring. His fiery felt through his lips.
You wince at his aggressive treatment, your soft lips ache as he pulls away.
Yeonjun's dark eyes met yours, the tips of your noses touching making the moment horribly intimate. "God, look at those expression eyes..", He gasped adorning the soul draining out your body.
He grunts, gripping your jaw with bruising strength. "Ah! " You sob, your soft hands fruitless in trying to pry off his hand. “Yeon-“
Yeonjun jerks your face.“Shut it! You little wench! " His blood strikes your cheek as he shouts. “Listen to me and listen carefully, girl," he growled. “You’re mine, there is nowhere on this earth. You can go without me sniffing your ass out! You. Belong.To.Me! "
Your eyes shot open, you gasped for air as if you were held underwater. Another nightmare— the same two men, they haunt your dreams. Their names never change: Soobin and Yeonjun.
Historical, medieval, modern— it doesn’t matter; your fate ends the same— cut short by the men your soul claimed to love you. The nightmare felt vivid, as if you could feel their hands imprinting on you as you slept.
The death penalty seems more appealing than this, the crimson thread decorating your wrist.
⚠️Clingy san, disobedient boyfriend, family kitten (momo)
The day you give San complete consent to lay hands on your squishy curves is the last day of this so-called bubble of yours.
He growls if you try to pry his large hands off.
He follows you like a kitten, meowing about his day; in the life of an idol. You betcha his head is on your shoulder and your tummy is being played with.
Everything was cute til it wasn't...
Your oxygen was his..not to sound dramatic but Geez. Can't a girl catch a break? The straw that broke the camel's back was after a longgggg day of office work, being in heels, fake smiling, and your favorite tights ripped when you tripped up the stairs!
Sigh! A hot bath is all you desire. You were so sure San would be late into the night practicing, and yet
The digital chimed alert both of your kittens to your arrival. "Hey, momo," a new addition bolts charging out the back room, a little ragdoll oddly similar to San's cat.
You close the door quickly. " Nice try, little one." You didn't even get the chance to take off your heels before you were lifting off your feet.
Strong arms held you as you screamed. "Welcome home." Sannie cheered. Usually, his high energy is cute, quirky, and flattering. How many hubbies are actually happy to see their wives for nonsexual reasons? So you won the lottery.
However, today is different and has been difficult.
"Hi honey, please put me down." It wasn't San's fault your day was piss poor. Therefore, there's no reason to snap at him. " They let you go free early today." You half heartily kid,
Instead of putting you down as required, He adjusted his hold to a bridal style as he chit chats. Cute but it's still not correct. " We were on a game show today." He purrs as you stroke his hair. " I won the strength test, but everybody's so strong. I'm proud of them."
"Aw, that's cute. Did you win anything? You usually do." A new plushie to the collection." You wiggle your leg out of his grip just for him to scoop you back up. " Ah-san-!" Your eyes met his. " Put me down." You whined.
San's face frowns. " Why? You love me carrying you around." His tone makes your heart ache a bit.
" It's nothing personal, Sannie. I'm just tired." You explained, stroking his bottom lip as he pouts.
He somewhat listens but refuses to release your hips . " Sannie, please." You begged, tugging yourself out of his grip.
Whether his pride or the desperation wanting of your weight on him. San disregard your pleas,opting to snatching you in close til their no space between you.
"San-!"
"I miss you!"
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AB: Misplacing something is annoying for everyone—whether it’s a sock, a puzzle piece… or a soulmate.
"A triple thread." More like triple threatful, this crimson nightmare has brought nothing but chaos to the lives of Choi Yeonjun & Soobin once a flourishing relationship since their adolescence days; replaced with a hollow greediness without their third link.
The men's love hung in the balance as tension grew high, alongside their desperation to find you.
Soobin adores you, dotting on your very existence. He bets your breath-taking, downy, and affectionate. Imagine the day they come home from work to you drowning them in kisses.
He sighs, daydreaming of you. You're a celebrity in his mind. No talent necessary.
On the other hand, Yeonjun has a hatred for you. Who do you think you are?! Stealing his boyfriend's heart. Homewrecker.
And over time by nature, you will eventually take his heart too. You tramp.
The feelings of love corrupt his anger twisting it to something more...exotic. Instead of participating in his delusion of you like his weak-minded binnie, he would rather ravish you in more ways than one.
From the only sibling to the only girl among thirteen new brothers, Did you think will you survive the new gang?
Older Step-big brothers (Svt) x Step-sister (Chubby Reader) 🌸
"I'm getting married." The words hung in the air, and you could almost see your mother's heart beating through her chest. Her eyes held a vulnerability, as if your reaction alone could shape her destiny. But what daughter wouldn't wish for her mother to be happily in love?
"We're going on holiday for our honeymoon," she added. You responded with a calm, "Cool," as expected. You were already looking forward to the gentle quietude that would soon settle over the house.
In this economy, I can’t afford my roof but it's on my daily reminder, not that I’m not happy-I help clean, pay bills, and other stuff.
“ Can you stay at his home with your big brothers?” Your jaw dropped at such a request. Big Brothers? You're not a child. A statement you expressed to your mother, she counters your argument by tugging at your heartstrings coming from a mother out of concern for her darling daughter in this troubled world.
" Home invasions, burglars, offenders, and lord knows what else could come and get my baby." She stressed, the list was endless.
Yet she believes you will be safe with grown men you have never met before? Even so, you eased her heart by compelling but when you arrived. A quiet home overseas welcomed you.
Without anyone in sight...Of course, you explored.
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(Stranger) Choi Seungcheol x (Drunk) Chubby Reader
Imagine. Spending your night with a stranger, a very handsome stranger only knowing his nickname. "Scoups." His thick eyebrows and deep voice melted your drunken heart so you attempted a kiss.
The soft peak on his chin, startling yet cute. He conceals his laughter into the kiss of his lips. The second attempt you go for he tilts his head to the side, and again you miss your target. " There's too many of you." You whined.
You go in for another but meet his large hand, he cuffed your lips. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you're in the right state of mind to be sharing those pretty lips of yours." The stranger teased, yet concerned under the surface. "It's time for you to head home, little lady."
It's a pity you thought he was just a dream in the morning—only to find pictures of the two of you, his handsome face covered in rogue lipstick as he carried you home.
Kingpin's Son(Choi San) x Chubby arranged wife ( Reader..duh)
You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.
Not really a warning ♡...Watch out for jealous san tho
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"He forgot his shoes," Seonghwa muttered, as he and Hongjoong stood outside, watching San disappear from sight, completely clueless about where he was headed.
Hongjoong clicked his teeth before stating." He forgot his common sense too. He's just running in a direction. Ah shi-" He then quickly raised his phone to his ear. " Yunho. We need a inner search party keep it under wraps from Choi senior. Clear?"
A firm 'Yes, Sir' ended the conversation as the line went dead immediately after.
...
It's been three hours...fuck, you're in trouble. The frustrating thing is that none of this was planned. Sure, you wanted to take a stroll, but you never meant to be out for ages. You were just looking to clear your head, and suddenly, you found yourself wandering through a quaint little village.
Your heels echoed on the pavement as you adjusted your scarf snugly around your head. "It's freezing here," you murmured into the fabric. You felt a bit out of sync with your surroundings; while the locals bundled up in their winter gear, you stood out in an oversized coat you had discovered in the hallway closet.
You were startled out here alone, your heart leaping into your throat. "Ah!" You yelped, losing your balance and nearly tumbling to the ground. Just before gravity could claim you, a strong arm shot out, steadying you effortlessly. His grip was firm, almost too firm, and you winced slightly as his fingers pressed into the soft curve of your hips, grounding you.
For a moment, everything stilled. You realized with a jolt that you were pressed against him, your chest brushing against his stomach. The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric of his sweater, a silent reassurance that you were safe. You tilted your head up, met his intense gaze, and your breath hitched. His eyes held a mixture of concern and something else-Anger?
"Mrs. Choi." His deep voice startled you, something he noticed. " Please come with me back home." The man lowers his head, so you meet an eye line with him. His english is a bit slightly rough, but his tone is pleasant towards you.
He's one of San's men.
Those soft doe eyes disarmed the 'harden' gangsta as you clutched your husband's coat closer to your body, an eye-catching pink fabric peeked out the loose collar. Are you in your nightgown? A harsh pink spread rushed across the tall man's face. His handsome face tilts up out of respect for you.
"ah-oh!" The man quickly pulls out his phone from his sleek black trench pocket, only taking a few seconds to fetch a number before putting the phone to his ear. " Captain, She's safe.. " He eyes your adorable face as you look up, obliviously studying his sharp facial features. "She's cute too." He mutters into the phone with a snicker.
His Captain let out a hearty chuckle, clearly entertained by his second-in-command's antics. "Oh, Hwa? Are you smitten with a married lady? Park Seonghwa… what a shameless man you are." The captain playfully jabbed at his friend's pride, laughter bubbling up the more he pictures it.
💢 "I don't believe we have time to be playing around while im this far out of bounds.-" Seonghwa pauses briefly as you shudder even somewhat huddling up next to him, stealing his body heat. "Aw, And she's cold. We are heading back now."
"Aw , Alright, I'll have Mingi meet you close by." Captain eased his giggles as he proceeded Seonghwa pregnant silence. " The boy's fine if that's what you're worrying about-San can only be upset for so long."
“He said we’d better find her first before he does—you don’t think he would—?”
“What? Hurt the girl?” Captain’s lips curled into a sly smirk, though amusement flickered in his sharp eyes. He could feel the giggles creeping up again, but he held them back. “Choi San? The man who lectures people like a schoolteacher rather than pulling the trigger? Nah. His bark’s worse than his bite.”
Seonghwa pupils widen. " Have you seen his bite?!" He muttered, taking off his silk scaf to wrap over your head and tucks the scarf over your face to keep your face from the harsh cold air. " Sorry for my smell -" He must mean his cologne, if so you didn't mind at all. A little strong but calming. "Why? Why send Mingi? Send someone smaller not to scare her anymore? Send Yeosang-"
You struggled to keep up with Seonghwa’s long strides, nearly tripping over your feet. Just when you thought you’d fall behind, he abruptly stopped, and you crashed right into his side.
A startled squeak escaped your lips as you looked up at him. His face was tense, worry flickering in his dark eyes.
"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice uncertain.
Your Korean was basic—enough to get by, enough for Seonghwa to nod in reassurance. But you knew better. He was lying.
"Ah… Jaebum-hyung." His voice was firm and respectful as he dipped into a bow. "Lovely night—"
"Why are you here?"
Jaebum’s sharp gaze locked onto yours, dark and unreadable. You flinched, instinctively shrinking behind Seonghwa.
"Without permission," he added, voice dripping with quiet authority.
Hoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Jaebum—Yeosang. Move."
Then, with a swift yank, he pulled the towering man down to his level, his fingers curling lightly around his tie as he whispered into his ear.
"Mingi, follow close by."
Mingi nodded, though confusion flickered across his face. He had barely risen from his seat when a firm grip dragged him back down.
"And make sure Wooyoung doesn’t—"
"Wooyoung ran after San hours ago," Mingi cut in, his voice taut.
"Ais-!"
.. ......
" Can you at least give me a hint?!" Wooyoung whined, weaving through the sea of people. "Ugly or cute-Ahh!" Now, wincing in pain from the brutal grip of his childhood friend's hand clutching his.
"okayokayokay-Ah! Ya! Choi San!"
Wooyoung cries of pain went unnoticed as San's gaze met a familiar coat maneuvering about the crowd. It can't be? Your plush figure struggled to fill the oversized coat, leaving it hanging off you childishly.
No thanks to your hubby's wide back.
It looks as if you're struggling to keep up?! Who's pulling you?! San growls, throwing Wooyoung's crippled hand, taking chase once more.
Left in the dust, Wooyoung licked his wounds while easing his spiked heart rate. "Fucking mutt." He mutters under his faint breathes.
He's not entirely wrong. The accurate term is 'bloodhounds.'' Despite, being next of kin, Choi San fits the criteria of a hound alongside, the youngest member, Choi Jongho- "you're better off dead." is the mantra-get the picture?
San must look petrifying aware of his hardened facial features. He attempted to calm his nerves as he grew inches from you. However- Who would be calm in this predicament ?!
He snatched you into his arms, mushing you against his hard chest. "What the fuck?! Do you want to die?!" San's growls vibrate against your cheek as his large hand softly clutched yours, he held it close even caressing your knuckles with his thumb. " I will gut you for just looking at her,Bastard."
He smells sweet. You caught yourself daydreaming, only for a second, you briefly draft off into your husband's embrace as his strong arms enveloping your soft features. Firm yet loving.
"Hyung?" In a snap, the anger was gone. San's grip on you loosened after realizing no harm will come to you. However, his hand still remained on your hips. "How did you?-" " I'm sorry for cursing at you!" He bows unintentionally crushing you for a second.
Seonghwa grunts in frustration. " How about we talk out of G7 territory? Okay? Okay." His eyes fall to you. " and cover her up." His tone is strict as he takes his time to bundle you up.
San scoffs as he notices the bashful burn on your face as Seonghwa adjusts his scarf around your neck.
" You heard your boyfriend "Your mouth fell open with a scoff as he cocks his brow and squares his eyes.
" Excuse meEEee-ah!” you were reduce to a mere sack of potatoes over his shoulder as he actually picks up his pace. " San! Put me down!"
He strides with pride as your hip squish his cheek and your soft hands digging into his back.
Maybe it's been a while since San had a good cuddle session but your body feels like heaven against his. Especially coated in his scent. He find himself squeezing your curves as you struggle.
"Put you down? Why so you can blush more at your boyfriend?" His accent only adds more salt in the wound as he teases your struggles against his bulk.
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