kelly

Author? No, more like I write down my delusional thoughts and make people read them

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Mafia Pt.2- Wooyoung Ending

I made the Hongjoong ending, now it's time for the Wooyoung ending. His ending is more angsty and has more plot twists, while Joong's was more romantic. And this is not proofread at all, so please don't mind any mistakes or bad grammar.

(I also still haven't figured out how to add links to part one, so it's on my page if you want to read it, sorry)

“You really think we’ll be okay going back?” I asked Wooyoung for the hundredth time. 

“Yes, will you shut up already? If those guys are still there, we’ll just come back.” He answered, rolling his eyes at me. 

“But what if they see us?” I asked again, still not trusting his plan to go back to my apartment and get some of my things. 

“Then I’ll kill them.” He deadpanned to me, continuing walking down the street. 

“Don’t kill anyone.” I whisper shouted at him, looking at the people around us on the street to make sure they didn’t hear him. 

“Well, if I don’t kill them, then they’ll kill us. Would you like that?” He raised his eyebrows at me, tired of my anxious thinking. 

“No,” I mumbled. “I still don’t see why I even have to go. I’d rather stay back at the penthouse.” 

Wooyoung side eyed me, “San’s the only one there right now, so be my guest.” He laughed at my face, seeing it drop immediately. “Exactly.” He concluded the conversation, walking in silence from then on. 

I wanted to take a car, but Wooyoung insisted it was too nice of a night to drive and that we should walk instead. I argued, saying then we’d have to carry all of my stuff back with us, when we could just put it in the trunk of the car. And then he told me that he didn’t drive, and San would have to drive us. Needless to say, we ended up walking. 

The walk was short, Wooyoung’s comments being enough to keep me entertained the whole time. The walk through my building was tense, both of us watching everything that moved in fear that it would be the men who were there. It had already been a couple of days, but there’s no telling how long they would be willing to wait if they thought I was connected to Wooyoung’s mafia. 

We got to my door with no problems, me handing him the keys. I was too scared to open the door myself. He turned the key, finding the door already open. I tensed immediately, while Wooyoung grabbed the gun on his hip. He pushed the door open, slowly walking inside while I remained in the hallway. 

“It’s empty. Come on.” His head popped out into the hallway. I nodded, following him back in. I instinctively grabbed onto the back of his shirt, feeling safer near him. He smirked slightly at the reaction, taking the opportunity to make a joke. “You just can’t stand being away from me, huh?” 

“Shut up.” I mumbled, stopping myself from speaking any more after he turned on the light in the living room. The whole room was trashed, my pictures and lamps were on the floor broken, my furniture ripped and torn up. My hand went to my mouth in shock, taking in the sight before me. Wooyoung watched silently, getting mad at himself. He was the one who brought her into this shit, now she was suffering because of it. He left the room, going to shut and relock the front door in case the men came back, while I remained in the living room looking at my trashed things. I slowly made my way into my bedroom, expecting the worst. 

The sheets were ripped off the bed, laying on the floor and my desk was trashed, everything either broken or thrown to the floor. I accepted my reality quickly, going to grab a bag and some clothes. I opened my closet to find my clothes not ripped or trashed, shockingly. Some were pulled off the hangers and were laying on the floor and some were just moved around. I grabbed some simple, comfy clothes and shoved them angrily into my bag, moving on to grab some other things I could manage to find. Wooyoung had come back at that point, sitting on my disheveled bed and watching silently. He looked mad, so I didn’t speak to him much. 

After I packed 2 bags, I stood at the door, waiting for him. He noticed me ready, taking one of the bags from me and slinging it over his shoulder, going to walk past me and out of my room. I put my hand on the door frame, stopping him. 

“Why are you mad?” I threw out cautiously, just wanting to know the reason. 

He sighed, looking into the living room at the mess. “I’m just frustrated, that’s all. I’m sorry all this happened. I know you didn’t ask for any of it and you don’t deserve it.” He apologized. 

I blinked, not expecting that to be his answer. “Well, it’s what happened, so we just have to deal with it, right? Can’t go back and change what happened.” I tried to cheer him up slightly, failing as that only seemed to darken his mood. 

A sound at the door interrupted us, making him immediately push me into my bedroom. He squeezed us both into the closet, shutting the door behind him. My face was by his neck, his breath on my forehead. 

“Shh,” He whispered to me, staring at me intently through the dark. I didn’t know why he felt the need to say that, I wasn’t saying a word. 

The sound of footsteps filled the air, walking through the apartment. I reached up and fisted Wooyoung’s shirt, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. He wrapped an arm around me slowly, listening intently to where the guy was going. We heard the door shut again soon after, both of us relaxing a little. Wooyoung waited a few more seconds before going to open the door. He stopped, though, when we heard voices and the front door opened again. This time, the footsteps sounded more rushed, coming and going really quickly, the front door slamming shut this time. Wooyoung waited even longer this time just to be sure. About a minute later, we emerged from the closet, him going to check and make sure the men had actually left. He came back soon after, saying they were gone and I could come out. I shakily walked out, feeling too scared to leave now. But I knew if I didn’t leave, they’d just find me when they came back. They must really want to get Wooyoung’s mafia if they would go to such lengths just for someone they suspect is involved with them, I realized. 

Wooyoung interrupted my thought process when he walked toward me, “You okay? You look pale.” He asked like we didn’t just almost get caught by really, really dangerous men. 

“I’m fine, I just wanna leave.” I simply said, just wanting to get out of there and go somewhere safer. 

“Alright,” He agreed, feeling the same way. He went into the bedroom and grabbed the bags, taking them toward the door. He peered outside again, checking for them men once more before looking back at me, waiting for me to follow. 

I did, not wanting to waste another second standing in the trashed apartment. Wooyoung continued to carry the bags, worried for the girl’s sanity. She still hadn’t regained any color in her face and was hugging herself with her arms. He shook his head, realizing he probably shouldn’t have brought her. But he didn’t know what stuff to get or what she needed, so he brought her. 

The walk back to the penthouse was silent, me spacing out and Wooyoung carrying my bags. He was scanning our surroundings, occasionally looking over at me to make sure I was doing okay. 

“Are you sure you’re fine? You look sick.” He checked again, wanting an honest answer this time. 

“Yeah, I’m better. I just can’t believe this is the situation I’m in right now. It’s not where I thought I’d be right now.” The situation had finally sunk in after seeing what had happened to where I live, making me emotional. 

Wooyoung nodded along, feeling guilty for being the one to get her involved. And it made it harder on him because he couldn’t really do anything about it. He couldn’t get her old life back or make the men stop looking for her, all he could do is what Hongjoong told him to, which is to protect her. 

We finally made it back to the penthouse, making me zone back into reality and follow Wooyoung to the elevator. The ride was also silent, neither of us knowing what to say to each other anymore. Wooyoung didn’t even have any snarky comments to make, which made the situation worse. If Wooyoung didn’t have a joke, it must be serious. We entered the elevator, me making a beeline for Hongjoong’s room, my new safe space. Wooyoung frowned at that, wanting to be the one to comfort the girl. 

I stopped, noticing Hongjoong wasn’t in the room. He must be out for business, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do, but not wanting to leave the room. Wooyoung came in a few seconds later, setting down my bags and turning around, immediately leaving the room. He was hurt that he wasn’t the one she wanted to comfort her, instead wanting his captain. He headed for his room, noticing San wasn’t there, and collapsed on his bed, kicking off his shoes. He laid there, listening to the silence. Having 8 men in one pent house was crowded, and there wasn’t often silence, so he savored every moment. 

A few moments later, as he was drifting off to sleep, his door slowly swung open. 

“Hi,” My voice came out rough, not having been used in a while. 

“Hey,” He mumbled back, leaning on his elbows to see me. 

I stood there, not really knowing why I came to his room. I just didn’t want to be alone. I started fidgeting with my hands, him staring at me and waiting for me to talk. 

“Do you need something?” He asked slowly, not wanting to scare me off, but wanting to know why I was there. 

“I just don’t want to be alone, if that’s okay.” I remained in the doorway, not wanting to go in without his permission. 

He nodded, not saying anything and patted the spot next to him. I walked in and sat down stiffly, eyeing San’s side of the room. My fear of being alone here was greater than my fear of him, making me chance him being in their room. 

Wooyoung stared at me, trying to think of something to say to make the girl feel better. He couldn’t think of anything, though, so he stayed silent, hoping that just being there would be enough. It was, for me, so we remained in silence. He was laying on the bed, me sitting awkwardly on the edge. I started observing the room around me. It was a lot different than Hongjoong’s, a lot brighter. It had more reds and purples, still dark, but at least there was color. While I was looking around, I started hearing soft snores from beside me. Wooyoung had fallen asleep, snoring softly. I looked at his features, getting a good look at him for the first time. He was attractive, having soft but prominent features. He stirred in his sleep, making my eyes shoot away from him, scared of being caught staring at him. I kept eyes on the walls after that, looking over San’s side of the room. There wasn’t much to look at, his side not as colorful and nice as Wooyoung’s. I shivered just seeing his side of the room, looking back over at Wooyoung. I relaxed a little into the bed, Wooyoung’s quiet snores making me relax more. Wooyoung took up most of the bed, so I couldn’t lay down, but I was starting to feel tired. I eyed him while pursing my lips, considering my options. I wanted to just shove him over so I had room, but that would be rude. I wasn’t even considering laying on San’s bed, and Hongjoong’s was too far. I was too scared to be alone right now to go back to his room. I opted for laying on the floor, the carpet actually being comfortable. I stole one of Wooyoung’s pillows to use, and somehow managed to not wake him up. I drifted off to sleep quickly, ready to take a well deserved nap. 

I woke up to someone hitting me on my arm. 

“What the hell are you doing on the floor? Get your ass on the bed?” Wooyoung’s face hung off the bed above me, his bangs almost hitting my face. 

“Your ass took up the whole bed.” I grumbled back, rolling over away from him. 

“I’ll move over, you’re not sleeping on the floor.” He rolled me back over by my shoulder, looking dead serious. 

I glared at him, and he glared back at me. I gave in eventually, getting up and throwing myself on the bed, not giving him much time to move over. I reached down, grabbing the pillow off the floor. Me and Wooyoung were crammed on his bed, it being a lot smaller than Hongjoong’s. We were pressed against each other, my back on his back. His bed was too small for us to have our own space, but I would put up with this before sleeping alone. 

“I can’t sleep on my right side,” Wooyoung whined. 

“Then, roll over.” I grumbled, half asleep. 

“No,” He stated simply. He knew it’d be more uncomfortable if he rolled over. They’d practically be spooning. 

“Then, suffer.” I answered back, not moving a muscle. 

“You’re mean.” He complained like a child who didn’t get his way. For a member of the mafia, he sure wasn’t very mature sometimes. 

“You’re mean, too.” I looked over my shoulder in annoyance. 

“You were mean first.” He shot back, looking over his shoulder, too. 

I rolled onto my back, facing him more, “You complained, I told you what to do, and then you said no. How is that being mean?” I glared at him. We were back to bickering again. 

“You told me to suffer. That’s mean. All I did was say no.” 

“Well, why did you say no? What’s wrong with rolling over if you don’t like sleeping on your right side?” I shot back, mad at him. 

“Because,” He mumbled, laying his head on the pillow and trying to sleep on his back. 

“Why?” I nudged his arm, wanting to know now. Did he really not want us to touch at all?

He sighed and opened his eyes again, “You don’t want to know.” He answered, sure of himself. 

“Yes, I do. I really do.” I answered, sure of myself and not giving up. 

“Because I really don’t think you want my dick near your ass,” He threw out there casually, making my face go red. I looked the other way, staring at San’s side of the room that seemed so fascinating right now. “Exactly.” He said calmly, laying his head back down on the pillow. I cleared my throat, rolling over to face away from him again, not having an answer to that. I really didn’t think he had an actual reason. 

A half hour later, I was still wide awake. Wooyoung’s comment still on my mind. It had suddenly occurred to me that I was in bed with a man, a real man. An attractive man, at that. It would be so much easier if he was ugly and I didn’t find him attractive. I had always been turned off because of his snarky comments, so I never really stopped to look at how attractive he was. But seeing him today, being so considerate and concerned for me, it really affected me. I hadn’t seen that side of him before, and I liked it. I rolled over, looking at his sleeping face over my shoulder. He was out cold, snoring loudly now. I went back to admiring his features, being less scared of him waking up now. I leaned up on my elbow, still looking at him. His snoring had slowed, almost stopping, but he still seemed asleep, so I wasn’t worried. 

I soon realized that was a mistake, when his eyes opened and he was looking right at me. My eyes widened, but didn’t leave his face. He didn’t say anything, just looked back at me. We sat there, just staring at each other for a while, neither of us saying anything. The air got more tense, both of us intently eyeing the other. Our faces were close, too, maybe 6 inches apart. I could see all the small scars on his face and the different shades of brown in his eyes. 

Wooyoung suddenly licked his lips, swallowing hard. His eyes drifted over my face, looking like he was deep in thought. He pushed himself up on his pillow, his eyes scanning between mine. He leaned forward suddenly, me almost closing my eyes to kiss him, but he surprised me when he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. He stopped just before our lips met, still looking me in the eyes, our faces about 3 inches apart now. I couldn’t tell what he was waiting for, so I closed the distance between us, connecting our lips. He tensed a little, not expecting me to make the first move. But he relaxed into the kiss soon after, kissing me back. He pulled back a few seconds later, scanning my eyes again. I stayed still this time, not knowing what to do. He pulled back, so I wanted him to make the next move. 

“Don’t sleep in Hongjoong’s room tonight.” His voice was low, still rough from his nap. 

“Well, I’m not sleeping in here with San.” I immediately blurted out, not even thinking about what he was actually implying. He just didn’t want me sleeping with another man. 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “I’ll kick him out for the night, you’re staying with me.” 

“No,” I disagreed. “I will not give that man another reason to hate me. Think of something else.” I didn’t want to leave his side either, but I had to protect my life from San. 

“I’m starting to think you just don’t want to stay with me.” He narrowed his eyes jokingly, but with a hint of concern. 

“I do,” I lightly smacked his chest. “I just don’t want San to have another reason to hate me. I’d rather sleep alone than die.” 

“Why are you so scared of him? He’s not mean.” Wooyoung laughed at me. He didn’t understand what San could have done to make her so scared of him. 

“Well,” I started thinking. “He hasn’t done anything specific, but I can tell he doesn’t like me. And the feeling is completely mutual.” 

“Then, tonight will be your opportunity to get to know him. You’ll be sleeping in here like we originally planned.” He smiled at me. He was not letting the girl go back to Hongjoong’s room, but he didn’t want to sleep on the couch with her. 

“Fine, but if he tries to kill me, you’re responsible.” I pointed at him accusingly, making sure he knew I was serious. 

“I won’t let him anywhere near you,” He rolled his eyes again at me. “Now, let me kiss you again before everyone comes back.” He grabbed the back of my neck again, pulling my lips against his again. The kiss was longer this time, turning into a make out session. 

Once it started getting really heated, he rolled over, pushing me onto my back and leaning over me. But it didn’t last long, as the door opened and he shot off of me, landing next to me on the bed. Our eyes shot to the door, looking for who walked in. 

San stood there, staring blankly at me. I froze like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do. I heard Wooyoung swallow hard next to me, not knowing what to do either. After a moment of long silence, San finally moved. He entered the room, setting down his bag and walking straight into the bathroom. After a few seconds, we heard the shower running. Me and Wooyoung let out the breath we were both holding. 

“See? You were scared, too.” I looked at him, glaring. 

“No, I wasn’t.” He defended himself poorly, looking away from me. 

“Yeah, I’m not staying here tonight. I’m scared of him, and you are, too.” I went to get up, wanting to return back to Hongjoong’s room now that he was probably back. 

Wooyoung, seeming to sense where I was going, grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bed. “No, come on. Just stay for a little longer. I won’t make you stay the night if you really don’t want to.” 

I stopped my movements. I really did want to stay with Wooyoung, I really wanted to keep making out with him. But with San being in the same room, I wouldn’t survive longer than 5 minutes. His blank look alone is enough to give me a heart attack. Wooyoung would be fine if we didn’t spend the night together, although he’ll pout a lot. 

We settled back into the bed, simply cuddling. We didn’t want San to come out of the shower and see us making out again. We were just talking casually, about our lives before all this mess, and how we grew up. 

The shower suddenly stopped running, both of us freezing and waiting for San to come out. He did soon after, wearing nothing. Not even a towel was wrapped around his waist. Wooyoung’s hand shot over my eyes while my mouth fell open in shock. 

“Hey, come on. There’s a lady here.” Wooyoung shouted at him, San simply ignored him and grabbed his clothes from his closet to get dressed. “I know you’re used to doing that when it’s just us, but don’t walk around naked when there’s a woman here.” Wooyoung attempted to scold him, getting no response from the other man. I stayed still, keeping Wooyoung’s hand over my eyes. I didn’t want to see anything, at all. 

San finished getting dressed, and Wooyoung lowered his hand off my eyes. As soon as me and San’s eyes met, he decided to speak, “You could walk around naked,” He looked at Wooyoung. “And then we’ll be even.” My mouth once again fell open in shock and I turned my body toward Wooyoung more, not liking San’s eyes on me. 

“San, what the hell? No!” Wooyoung looked at him like he was crazy. He never made comments like that. What had gotten into him? He froze, realizing why San was acting so weird around her. He liked her, he thought she was attractive. He paled at the thought, pitying any girl that the man took interest in. He had been sharing a room with San long enough to know how the man treated women, and he wasn’t going to let that happen with the one in his arms. Not that he really had anything to worry about, the woman was terrified of San. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Hongjoong appeared at the door. He hated when they yelled inside, it was even a rule to not do it. So if they were yelling, something must be going on. 

San’s eyes didn’t leave me as Wooyoung told him what happened. Hongjoong glared sharply at San, telling him to stay away from me for the rest of the time I was staying with them and for me to leave the room. The walk down the hallway was silent, only the sound of our feet on the floor being heard. We entered back into Hongjoong’s room, him shutting the door and sighing, sitting on the bed. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with San. He usually doesn’t act like that.” I simply nodded, not knowing how to reply. I was left speechless a lot today, in so many different situations, too. “I’d like you to stay away from him, please. Don’t even go into their room if you can avoid it. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but it would be best for your safety.” I nodded again, sad because that meant I couldn’t spend any time in Wooyoung’s room with him. 

He took my silence as an answer, going to grab some things from his desk and a duffel bag on the floor, “I have business to go to, so I’ll be gone for most of the night. Try to get some sleep.” He spoke while gathering his things. 

“Do you have to go?” I asked, even more scared to sleep alone now. He eyed me weirdly, wondering why I was asking him that. I realized he may misinterpret it, quickly correcting myself. “I mean, I just don’t want to be alone.” 

He nodded, heading for the door. “Okay.” He mumbled. I stared at the open door in shock, did he really just leave when I said I was scared to be alone? 

After a few seconds, he still hadn’t come back. I gave up, grabbing a change of clothes from one of my bags and going into the bathroom to change. 

When I came out, I screamed, scaring the man laying on the bed. “What the hell are you screaming for? It’s just me.” Wooyoung covered his ears, being dramatic. 

“Well, I didn’t expect someone to be in here, much less you.” I glared at him, taking my old clothes over to my bags and setting them next to it. “Why are you here anyway?” 

“Hongjoong said you didn’t want to be alone, so he said I could stay here tonight with you. And he took San out with him, so he’s not here to bother you for most of the night.” I relaxed hearing his explanation, climbing into the bed with him. “Now,” He started. “Where were we earlier?” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips. 

“We’re not making out in Hongjoong’s bed. Absolutely not.” I said, grossed out about the idea. I wouldn’t want to find out that someone made out in my bed, so I’m sure he wouldn’t want to find out that either. 

Wooyoung, however, didn’t see this the same way I did. He sighed at me, frustrated. It was one thing after another stopping him from having a moment with the girl. “Then, what do you suggest we do?” He looked boredly at me, waiting for me to suggest something. I looked around, realizing there wasn’t much to do. But I wanted to stay in the bedroom just in case Hongjoong and San came back early. I yawned, answering his question. “Let’s just get some sleep, then. You’ve had a long day.” He moved closer to me, wrapping a hand around my shoulder and rubbing my hair. I laid my head on his chest, his breaths and his hand in my hair lulling me to sleep quickly. Wooyoung looked down at the sleeping girl, feeling even more guilty about what he had dragged her into. Now, he was getting emotionally attached, and he didn’t seem to be the only one.

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Long Distance Relationship- Jongho

I've been missing Jongho a lot recently, so I made a quick imagine for him. I wanted it to be more cute, different from my other styles. I just feel like he'd be such a teddy bear bf, so sweet and cute.

I eyed my laptop screen as I painted my nails. My boyfriend’s face took up most of it, him leaning closer to see the color I was using. He likes to pick the colors I use, but he’s always worried it won’t look as good as it does in the bottle. And now that we’re doing long distance for college, he made me video call with him when I painted my nails so he could pick the color. 

Jongho smiled at the matte pink color on my nails, “It looks good.” He stated, proud of his choice. I smiled, focusing on making it look good. 

We sat in a few more seconds of silence, him watching me and me working on my nails, before he spoke again, “You know, I really miss you.” He pouted, looking away from the camera to do some more of his work. This was how most of our calls ended up, us doing our things and just enjoying each other’s presence. “How much longer till Christmas?”

“2 more weeks,” I glanced up at the screen to see the cute pout on his face. “We’ll see each other soon.” 

“Still, it feels like forever.” He whined, being dramatic. 

“Well, it feels like longer because we’re so far apart,” I reasoned, missing him, too. “3,000 miles is a long way.” 

“It’s too long. We can’t even visit on the weekend. We have to wait for the holidays.” He sat up more, looking serious. “And there’s not enough holidays.” He stated firmly, seeming really annoyed by this. 

I laughed a little, “We’ll manage,” I closed the nail polish bottle, setting it down. “This is only temporary. And we have the rest of our lives together, what’s a few years?” I reasoned again, not wanting to focus on the fact that I really missed him right now. 

“You know what I’m going to do when I come back for Christmas?” He wondered out loud, focusing back on the paper he was proofreading and editing. 

“Huh?” I answered, blowing on my nails and waiting for them to dry. 

“I’m going to kiss you,” He stated firmly again, making me blush a little. But his next sentence woke me up from my romantic thoughts. “And then I’m going to hug your dog. I miss him.” 

“Way to ruin such a romantic moment.” I mumbled, frowning. 

He laughed at me, pushing his glasses up his nose so he could see his screen better. “Seriously, though. I wanna hug you.” He mumbled, embarrassed to admit it. 

“I wanna hug you, too.” I beamed happily. I loved when he said things like that. It was so genuine and heartfelt, even though it was just something simple. 

We fell back into a comfortable silence after that, both of us focusing on our own things, with the occasional sound of a keyboard or pen coming through the laptop speaker. Jongho finally sat back, sighing after finishing editing his paper. He was an English major, wanting to go into editing and marketing, maybe eventually writing his own books. I was an Architecture major, going to school in New York, where both me and him are from. He chose a college in California, moving there to get his degree. It was really difficult to manage a long distance relationship at first, but we eventually adjusted. We were both sophomores now, and we were in the first semester. Jongho didn’t come home for Thanksgiving, as it’s a short holiday and it’s expensive and time consuming to fly all the way to New York just for a few days. 

“How are your classes going?” He broke the silence, drawing me out of my thoughts about our relationship. 

“They’re good. Difficult, but good.” I smiled stiffly, this semester was already kicking my ass, and not being able to see my boyfriend didn’t make it any better. But I didn’t want to make him feel guilty, so I didn’t mention it too much. I wanted him to enjoy his time in California, not feel bad for leaving New York. “How are your’s going?”

“Good, I’m tired of writing papers, but it’s getting easier.” The silence returned after his answer, both of us going back to our own thing. It was nice to just share the same space in a comfortable silence, not feeling the need to make conversation. 

I looked at the clock, figuring out how much time we had left to talk. The time difference wasn’t much, but it was enough to frustrate us. I always had to go to bed earlier than he did, making me the one that has to hang up. I frowned, not wanting to end the call. “I have to go soon, I have an early class tomorrow.” 

He copied my frown, looking at the clock, “Already? It feels like we just started the call,” He mumbled. “What if we stay on call throughout the night? I’ve heard of couples doing that, and I’ve been wanting to try it.” 

“Are you sure? What if you snore and wake me up?” I joked, actually liking the idea. 

He narrowed his eyes at me, “I don’t snore, you snore.” He threw back at me. 

“I do not snore. You wouldn’t know anyway, we’ve never slept together.” I raised my chin at him. 

“Not yet.” He smirked, not breaking his gaze from the work on his screen. 

My chin dropped a little, my mind immediately going to places it shouldn’t. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and grabbing my water bottle to take a drink. He glanced at my reaction. He normally didn’t make comments like that, but when he did, he was very smooth with it and didn’t hesitate. And I was always the one to get flustered and not have a comeback. 

His smirk faded a little, “Don’t you have to get to sleep, you have an early class.” I blinked, remembering my class. My dirty thoughts had pushed it out of my mind. 

“Yeah, umm I’m going to go to bed. We can stay on call if you want to. I think it’ll be fun to try.” I stood to start getting ready for bed. 

“Yeah, let’s try it.” Jongho watched his girlfriend moving around her room, admiring her. His gaze of admiration soon turned into amusement, though, when I tripped and fell onto my floor. 

“Goodnight, love you.” I yelled from the floor, embarrassed to get up and see his laughing face. 

“Goodnight. I love you, too.” He replied, looking back to his work so I could have an opportunity to compose myself without him laughing.

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Mafia Imagine Pt.2- Hongjoong Ending

I wanted to make a part two of the mafia imagine, so here's this one. I might make a Wooyoung ending too since the imagine was originally supposed to be for Woo, but I ended up making it Hongjoong somehow. I don't know Tumblr that well, so I can't figure out how to put the link to part one, so it's my page- sorry.

The rest of the day went by quickly, it already being 1 pm when I woke up. Me and Seonghwa, the man who was on the couch earlier with Wooyoung, had a movie marathon. He was very motherly, a thing about him I really liked. We watched a few movies before it started getting dark outside, and he had to go out on some business with San. Now I was finishing Howl’s Moving Castle by myself. 

The elevator dinged, me sitting up slightly from laying on the couch to see who it was. Hongjoong forced a smile for me, a contrast to the blood spattered on his face and forearms. My eyes widened slightly at the sight, but he walked into his room before I could say anything. He didn’t seem in a mood to talk, so I didn’t say anything to him, simply turning back to the movie. About 10 minutes later, he came back in, clean and with wet hair from a shower. He was dressed casually, wearing a plain black shirt and black sweats. I frowned, wanting to see him wear colors at least once. 

Hongjoong interrupted my thoughts, “We usually don’t even wear shirts at home, but now we have to.” He whined, lifting my legs and sitting on the couch, dropping them in his lap. I blushed slightly at the action, not expecting him to do that. My crush on him was growing more every time I was around him. 

“Yeah, I usually walk around shirtless, too, but I can’t anymore. Guess we both have to suffer.” I teased back, not taking my eyes off the movie. I couldn’t look at him. I had to stop this growing attraction. He’s a mafia leader for goodness sake, I couldn’t get involved with him. 

“We don’t have to suffer,” He let my imagination finish what he was saying. My face flushed from the insinuation, me glaring at him. “Just saying.” He smiled teasingly, turning from me to the TV in front of us. “What is this?” 

“Howl’s Moving Castle.” I answered, turning back to it, too. 

“Seonghwa put this on, didn’t he?” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. That man had an obsession with Studio Ghibli movies, playing them every chance he got. 

“Yeah. You don’t like it?” I asked him, genuinely offended. How could someone not like this movie? 

“It’s good, but Seonghwa plays it all the time. It gets old eventually.” He grabbed the bowl of popcorn that I had abandoned, setting it on my legs and eating from it. I frowned, now I couldn’t move. 

“I would never get tired of seeing Howl.” I mumbled, staring at the popcorn bowl sitting on my legs. 

Hongjoong faked a look of disgust, “You think he’s attractive? You have weird taste,” 

I opened my mouth, almost blurting that he was my type, but I stopped myself. If I had the confidence to say it, that would be such a good insult. I sighed deeply, frustrated with myself. “I have good taste.” I mumbled, trying at a poor defense of my love life. 

He laughed a little, not saying anything else. We watched the rest of the movie in silence, staying in the same position. After it ended, he went to the kitchen to put up the snacks Seonghwa had pulled out for me. “Are there any other movies you want to watch?” He asked me, leaning on the arm of the couch. 

“Um, no. I’m good. I’ve watched enough for today. What I really want to do, though, is shower.” I stood up, too. I didn’t care who’s shower I used, I just wanted to take one. It had been too long since I had taken one. 

He nodded in understanding, “You can use mine.” He offered, feeling guilty for not offering her a shower before. I shot up, running to his room, really wanting to shower. He laughed, following me. After he showed me how to work the shower, and got me a towel, he shut the door. I showered quickly. I didn’t want to take too long, since it was his shower and his water bill- even though they’re probably filthy rich from the mafia. I stepped out, realizing I had to get back in the same dirty clothes. I frowned, grabbing them and aggressively putting them on. I threw the door open, Hongjoong looking up in surprise. He looked confused that I was wearing the same clothes I had on before. 

He stood up, walking over to his closet, “I meant to give you a pair of my clothes to wear. You don’t need to wear those clothes again.” He grabbed a black t-shirt and black sweats, the exact same thing he was wearing now. He extended them toward me, waiting for me to take them and go change. 

I grabbed them, trying not to blush at the idea of wearing his clothes. “Thank you.” I mumbled, heading back into the bathroom. This time I changed more calmly, appreciative that I had another pair of clothes to wear now. They were slightly baggy on me, too. Hongjoong looked slim, but I guess he was more buff than I thought he was. I smiled in the mirror, smelling his cologne on the clothes. I had my mini fangirl moment before exiting the bathroom. Hongjoong wasn’t in the room, and I had no clue where he went. “I want tea again.” I mumbled, laying on the bed. I stood up with confidence, marching into the kitchen and marching right back into the bedroom when I saw San in there. I collapsed onto the bed, sighing. Now I couldn’t leave the room till Hongjoong got back. I was too scared to leave. I didn’t have Wooyoung, Seonghwa, or Hongjoong here to protect me. Now was San’s chance to kill me if he wanted. I shuddered, picturing the scary man in my mind. He didn’t like me, that much was clear, and the feelings were mutual. Except mine were of fear. 

Hongjoong walked back into the room, eyeing me sprawled out on his bed like a starfish. He noticed my slightly pale complexion, furrowing his eyebrows. “What happened?” 

“San.” I mumbled immediately. He already knew I was scared of him, so my ego didn’t mind admitting it. He laughed loudly. San wasn’t usually scary, so he must really hate her for some reason. 

“Come on, I’ll make you tea.” He went back to the door, waiting for me to follow him. I jumped up excitedly. Now I didn’t even have to make my own tea. And hopefully San will be gone from the kitchen by now. 

-

Me and Hongjoong sat in the kitchen, both wearing the same thing and drinking our tea. We didn’t talk much, just sat in a comfortable silence. 

“Woah, matching outfits already?” Wooyoung came into the kitchen, leaning on the counter and eyeing his leader weirdly. 

“Shut up,” I mumbled, mad at him for interrupting my moment with him. 

Hongjoong, however, looked between me and himself, as if just now realizing he gave me the exact same thing he was wearing. Wooyoung shook his head at Hongjoong, the man had no skills with women. He poured his own cup of tea, winking at me before leaving the kitchen. I scrunch my nose at him, tired of his antics. 

“He’s annoying,” Hongjoong mumbled under his breath, glaring at Wooyoung’s back. 

“Yes, he is.” I replied, taking another sip of tea. 

“I thought you liked him,” Hongjoong stated. “He said you two hit it off well, even went out together in town.” 

“What?” I said with disgust. “He ran into me while I was out, and then followed me around. That’s it.” I spat out, annoyed. Wooyoung really told him that? What was he thinking? 

Hongjoong laughed, knowing Wooyoung was lying about them going out. “Yeah, he also said you took him back to your apartment.” He continued his teasing, wanting a reaction out of the girl. 

“He just kept following me!” I defended myself. “It was kind of a good thing, though. If he had left before I saw the guys standing at my door, then I don’t know what I would have done.” I laughed a little. Even though Wooyoung was annoying, I was grateful that he was there at that moment. 

“I’m glad he brought you here.” He started simply, turning to pour more tea into his cup. I blinked at his back, not knowing what to say to that. I was glad, too. But in what way did he mean that? Was he glad because he didn’t want an innocent person to get caught by those guys or is he glad because he met me and he likes me? 

“Me, too.” I opted for saying. I was too tired to figure out how he meant it. The tea was getting to me, making me feel sleepy. 

He noticed my tiredness, “So, are you sleeping in my bed again? I can take the couch, if you’ll be more comfortable.” He said. 

That woke me up, making me realize I get to sleep with him again. “We can both sleep in there, I don’t mind. As long as you don’t mind.” I answered. “We’ve already slept in the same bed before, so.” Hongjoong’s face flushed slightly, still thinking of how she cuddled up to him last night when he laid down. I eyed him weirdly, not knowing why he was blushing. 

Well, I didn’t sleep much last night, and I’m already tired, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to go to sleep.” Hongjoong said, putting his cup in the sink. 

“I’m not really that tired, but okay.” He had already woken me up again. I jumped off the island chair, following him into the bedroom. “I wanna watch another movie. But I don’t wanna sit in the living room.” I sat on the bed, scooting to the wall so he could have the edge. I was really scared of seeing San again. 

“You can watch something on my laptop if you want. It’s on the desk.” He handed me the laptop as he laid down on the bed. Hongjoong fell asleep immediately, tired from a long day. I frowned at the computer after it turned on, seeing it had a password. I didn’t want to wake him up, but I wanted to watch a movie. I contemplated my options for a few seconds, deciding to just try to go to sleep. I went to get up, but I realized that I was trapped. Hongjoong was laying on top of the covers, me underneath. He was also on the outside, me by the wall. I was stuck. 

I sighed, debating taking a risk. I didn’t want to leave the laptop on the bed where something might happen to it. I leaned up as far as I could, reaching over Hongjoong to put the laptop on the nightstand. Right after I put it down, a hand grabbed my arm, making me scream. The man winced from under me, shoving a hand over my mouth. I stared wide eyed at Hongjoong.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, still half asleep. 

“How did you wake up? I tried to be quiet.” I whined, disappointed in my skill of being quiet, or lack thereof. 

“I’m in the mafia.” He stared at me blankly. 

“Oh, yeah,” I had actually forgotten after having such a normal day with them. “I was just putting the laptop on the nightstand since I couldn’t get up. That’s all.” I answered him. 

He looked at his laptop sitting on the nightstand, “You don’t want to watch a movie?”

“There’s a password, and I didn’t want to wake you up.” I realized that since he was awake now, maybe he could put it in. 

Hongjoong reached over and grabbed it, bringing it back onto the bed. He opened it and put in the password, me looking away out of respect for his privacy. It’s bad enough that I’m using his bed, shower, and clothes. Knowing his password is the next step to a relationship. I leaned off of him, going back to my half of the bed while he put the laptop in between us for me to use. 

“I’m going back to sleep. Have fun.” He drifted off back to sleep quickly. 

I grinned at the laptop. Was he not concerned about a dumb girl having access to his computer? He’s got to have illegal stuff on there if he’s in the mafia. I shook my head, going to google and staying there. I didn’t want to know anything that he could possibly have on here. He probably knew I was too scared to go snooping, anyway. 

I opted for reading instead of watching something. I didn’t want to play something out loud and wake Hongjoong up again. I chose a mafia story, sticking with my usual genre. 

A few hours passed, and I was deep into the story. I was laying on my back with the laptop on my legs, propping my head up with a pillow. The book was at a very smutty part right now, making me blush while reading it. I was too deep into the story to realize Hongjoong woke up. 

“What the hell are you reading?” His voice grumbled from next to me, making me slam the laptop shut in surprise. Hongjoong chuckled at me, reaching to grab his laptop and open it again. 

“No.” I whisper shouted, fighting him for the laptop. 

“It’s my laptop, you can’t even get back into it since you don’t know the password.” He snarkily replied. My grip loosened, giving it up. He opened it as I rolled over, too embarrassed that he was going to see my Wattpad story. A minute went by before he spoke again, me still facing the wall. “Is this what you fantasize about?” He seemed to be genuinely asking, no hint of sarcasm or judgment in his voice. I rolled over enough to see him, not saying anything. He stared back at me, waiting for me to speak. 

“Shut up.” I mumbled, rolling back over to face the wall, my new best friend. I didn’t know what to say or do, and I was definitely not mentioning how I was thinking of him through the whole story. 

The laptop shut, going back on the nightstand, where it should have stayed earlier so that I wouldn’t be in this situation. I blame San for this. I would’ve watched a movie in the living room if I wasn’t scared of seeing him. A moment of quiet passed before Hongjoong grabbed my arm gently, rolling me over to face him. I didn’t even bother to fight him, the faster I faced his judgment, the faster he’ll go back to sleep. 

“Is that what you fantasize about?” He whispered again, just loud enough for me to hear him. 

“Maybe,” I mumbled back. This is the worst possible situation. I’m in bed with an actual mafia leader, and I’m reading a book about fucking a mafia leader. Perfect. 

“Would you,” He held eye contact with me for a few seconds, thinking. “Like to recreate your fantasies?” He leaned down, his breath hitting my lips. I blushed madly, not expecting that reaction from him. 

Even though there was a chance he wasn’t serious, I didn’t think he would do something like that. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy. I took my chance anyway, “I would love to.” I mumbled out, my breath hitting his lips now. 

He smirked at me, leaning in till our lips finally met. I smiled into the kiss. I don’t think I’ll be going home any time soon. 

[icanparkseonghwa]

Seonghwa Nude Artist

This one is a lot different than my usual writing, but I'm pretty proud of it. I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time now, and after many, many drafts, I finally settled on this idea.

I browsed through the halls of the art gallery, the abstract nude portraits of different women decorating the walls. I found one I liked, stopping and analyzing it intently. The artist who painted these was a fellow student from my college. I had always admired his work, but had never met him because we were in different majors, him in painting classes and me in pottery. 

Park Seonghwa, the name on the bottom of the title card standing out to me. What intrigued me was not really the painting itself, many artists painted nudes in college. It was how he named them. He made the name of the painting the feature of the woman that stood out the most to him. The one I was looking at now was simply named ‘blue hair’. He had painted a woman I had seen on campus several times, her being known for her dyed bright blue hair. Almost all of the female students on campus were desperate to have him paint them, intrigued to know how he would name the painting and caring less for the painting itself. It was also because he was very attractive. It was rumored for a long time that he slept with the women he painted, making many, many girls ask him to paint them, even men began asking him. They soon discovered the rumor was false, and his popularity died down significantly. But so many people had already become part of his portfolio that it didn’t matter. He had enough to submit them to the college’s art gallery. 

The gallery was open late tonight, being the weekend. The walls made of glass showed the setting sun, it was evening already. The gallery wasn’t too crowded, some people strolling the halls, mostly the women who were featured in the artworks. 

My eyes scanned the wall of several paintings in front of me, suddenly feeling self conscious. I had been one of the girls that chased after him when the rumors began, but I had backed off when I saw him in person. He was very intimidating, tall and slim, covered in tattoos. He was now a senior, too, in the same grade as me. 

I dragged myself out of my thoughts, continuing walking down the halls of paintings, all by Seonghwa. I stopped in front of another one, scoffing at it. It was my roommate. She had always talked about Seonghwa, and always wanted him to paint her. I guess she somehow actually got it done. I stepped back to take a picture of it to send to her and tell her it’s in the gallery, but a voice next to me interrupted my movement. 

“You like this one?” A deep voice, a man’s voice asked, standing next to me. I looked over to see who it was, not expecting someone to talk to me here. My eyes widened a little, realizing it was Seonghwa himself. 

“Y-yeah, it’s my roommate.” I answered, going back to taking a picture of it. He intently watched my movements, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. I stepped back up next to him after taking the picture, standing next to him again. 

“I haven’t painted you.” He stated calmly, still observing me. 

“No, no you haven’t.” I agreed, shaking my head. 

“I’d like to.” He spoke in short sentences, but with a big impact because my face flushed red, not knowing what to say to that. 

“I’m good, sorry.” I turned him down, too self conscious to let someone paint me without clothes. I looked down at myself, clad in a baggy t-shirt with clay stains on it and a pair of light washed jeans. What did he think was paint worthy about that? 

He tilted his head at me, “You’re self conscious, aren’t you?” 

I scoffed lightly under my breath. If he thought by saying that, I’d change my mind, then he was super wrong. “Yeah, but I’m also just not interested in people looking at my body in an art gallery.” I retorted kind of rudely. 

“I don’t have to display it,” He replied calmly. “Just for your eyes and mine.” 

“I don’t think so.” I still rejected the idea, not giving in to the voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to do it. 

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before saying something else, “If you change your mind, here’s my number. I’d really like to paint you.” He handed me a sticky note with a phone number scribbled onto it. I took it from him hesitantly, not sure if I even wanted the option to call him. He smirked as I took it, “The fact that you took it is a sign that you’re considering doing it. I’ll be waiting for your call.” The smirk remained on his face as he walked away, turning a corner. I glared at the paper in my hand, shoving it into my bag. 

-

A few days later, I sat on my bed, staring at the sticky note with Seonghwa’s number on it. I was tempted to call. I had even talked to my roommate, asking about how it went when he painted her, not saying I was offered the chance to do it. She said he was very professional, and that it wasn’t awkward at all. That didn’t help my confusion, I was hoping she’d say he was a jerk or something, and it would give me a reason to back out. I knew if I never called, it would be no big deal and I’d probably never speak to him again, but my curiosity was killing me and I was so tempted to call him. 

I typed the number into my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button. I took a deep breath, tossing my phone on the bed and standing up, starting to pace the room. My mind was saying hell no, but the rest of my body wanted the artist’s eyes on me, painting my body. I went back to my bed, picking up my phone and mumbling a ‘fuck it’ under my breath as I hit the call button. I put it up to my ear, listening to it dial. 

“It’s been 3 days, he’s probably forgotten about me already,” I whispered, hanging up before he even answered. “Just give up on it.” I crumpled the piece of paper, throwing it on my already messy nightstand. 

-

I followed the crowd of students out of the door after my morning pottery class. I had remembered to wear an apron today, so luckily there were no clay stains on my sweater. I smiled, proud of myself for remembering. I passed the college art gallery, seeing Seonghwa’s name on the door for whose art was being displayed this month. My smile dropped seeing his name. It had been a week now since he gave me his number, and I was still conflicted about whether to call him. I shook my head, walking to the cafeteria to get lunch and get my mind off of the artist. 

As I pulled the door open, my eyes scanned the room, seeing where the empty tables were. My eyes made it halfway through the room before landing on a certain man that I was hoping to avoid, Seonghwa. There was a girl sitting next to him, clearly she had joined him. He was blatantly ignoring her, silently eating his food and ignoring her nonstop talking. I scoffed at the sight, she was probably one of the girls that wanted to be painted. I walked to the food line, hoping that the girl was keeping enough of his attention that he wouldn’t notice me. I took a seat at a table behind Seonghwa and the girl, glaring holes into his back. 

I had my books laid out on the table and was studying for a math exam I had coming up. Math was not my strong subject, at all. As I was rewriting an equation, realizing that the one I used before was the wrong one, a body appeared in front of me, casting a shadow on my papers. I kept my gaze on my paper, worried it would be Seonghwa standing in front of me. 

“What are you doing?” A female voice spoke up. I sighed in relief, looking up to see my roommate. She took a seat in front of me, and I leaned around her to check on Seonghwa. I frowned, him and the girl were both gone. I was almost hoping he would come over, even though I was dreading what I would say to him. “Who are you looking for?” Her eyes lit up with curiosity, thinking I had a campus crush. 

“No one, I’m just studying for a math exam. I can’t focus, though.” I replied, not wanting to tell her anything. My decision about the artist had to be made by me and me alone. I didn’t want her to influence me in any way or try to convince me to do it. 

“You know why you can’t focus?” She took my pencil, scratching out the equation I wrote and writing another one in its place. “You need to get laid. How long has it been? Probably since you started college.” 

I deadpanned at her. That wasn’t my problem at all. My problem was this stupid artist that I couldn’t get out of my mind. The idea of him painting me was seeming more and more appealing every day. I made up my mind right there, standing up and gathering all my papers and books. “You know what? I gotta go. I have a call to make.” I snapped, throwing my bag over my shoulder and bolting to the exit before she even had a chance to reply to me. 

I slammed the door open to my apartment, beelining for my nightstand in my room. I searched through all the papers and mess on it for his number. I found it, pulling my phone out of my pocket and entering the number, my thumb hesitating again. My eyes focused on the time at the top of my screen. I only had 15 minutes till my next class. I knew if I didn’t call now, I probably never would. I grumbled, deciding to call him on my way to class. 

The dial rang in my ear once again. I patiently waited this time, not listening to my thoughts telling me to hang up again. 

“Hello?” A calm voice came through the speaker. I froze, my stomach suddenly doing somersaults again. 

“Um, hi.” My voice sounded foreign to me, cracking a little. 

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, “Who is this?” He sounded confused now. 

“We met last, um, last week in the art gallery. You painted my roommate.” I explained, knowing he wouldn’t recognize my name if I said it. 

“I thought you weren’t going to call,” I could practically hear his smirk through the phone, making me want to hang up. “Have you made up your mind?” He patiently waited, knowing the girl was nervous. 

“I think I have,” I mumbled, starting to walk again, realizing no artist was worth being late to my class. “Wait. Yes, yes, I have.” I clarified, making my decision definite. 

“Good,” He stated firmly. “Do you have a time or day in mind that you’re free?” My mind blanked, forgetting what days even were. “Umm, no?” I said, sounding more like a question than an answer. 

He laughed a little over the phone, “If you can’t speak to me over the phone, then how do you expect me to paint you naked?” He said teasingly, but still with a calm voice. 

“I’m fine. I’m just out of it today,” I huffed, making up an excuse. “I’m free on the weekend, if that works. I don’t know how much time it’ll take.” I tried to make my voice sound more confident, not doing very well. 

“It takes several hours, sweetheart. This weekend is fine, how about Saturday evening?” 

My mind blanked again at the sweetheart comment, and I blinked rapidly to clear my head, “That works, where should I go?” 

“Your apartment or mine, whichever makes you more comfortable.” He replied. He usually painted at his apartment, but she seemed so nervous that he didn’t want to make it worse for her. 

“Yours.” I blurted, not wanting to risk my roommate finding out that I’m doing this. 

He chuckled a little, not expecting her to say that, “Okay. Saturday, my apartment, let’s say 6 o’clock. I’ll text you my address. Let me know if you need a ride or something, I’ll be glad to give you one.” 

“Okay, sounds good.” My voice got quieter, getting shy again after the apartment thing. 

“Alright, goodbye then.” He waited for my reply, not wanting to hang up yet.

“Goodbye.” I replied, quickly hanging up the phone. I fanned my face, feeling hot. I feel like I just scheduled a hook up even though I knew it wasn’t like that at all. It was currently Thursday, so I had another day to mentally prepare myself for this. I stopped walking again, realizing I had to prepare physically for this, too. It just clicked in my mind that I was going to be naked naked, not just in lingerie or something. I crossed my arms over myself, shaking my head and walking to my class. I would worry about this later. 

-

The weekend approached quickly. It was now Saturday and I was stressing out so much about this evening. I had taken a shower and shaved, not knowing what else I should do.

I admit I was terrified, but I was also intrigued. I had never done anything like this before, but everything I heard about him was good. No one had said anything negative about him other than the fact that he wouldn’t sleep with them, but that wasn’t important to me anyways. I had no intention of sleeping with the artist. Being naked was enough for me. 

It was now 4 pm. I was sitting on the couch in our living room, clad in a simple sweater and light-washed jeans. My phone was once again in my hand, contemplating calling him and canceling. My confidence was slowly fading, and there wasn’t much to begin with. I pulled up his contact I had saved him under, seriously considering calling. My thumb backed off, deciding against it. I looked up his address instead, deciding to plan my walking route to his apartment. It wasn’t far, just a 15 minute walk away off campus. 

At 5:30, I began my trek to his place. My stomach twisted with more nerves every step I took. I blasted my hype playlist, hoping it will hype me up and help with my nervousness. It did not, it just made me more nervous. But it seemed to be a good nervous, like a shy nervous, and not uncomfortable. 

I pulled my phone out, checking again which apartment was his. It was now 5:50. I was early, but I would rather be early than late. He was in 4B, on the second floor. I took the stairs, wanting to delay it a little longer. Taking the elevator was too fast. 

He answered his door after the first knock, me stepping back, shocked it was so fast. Seonghwa smiled at me, swinging the door open and letting me step in. I did, looking around his apartment. It was tidy, not what I expected from an artist. 

I turned around, looking at him expectantly. I was fully planning on letting him take the lead, doing what he wants me to do. He stared back at me, wanting me to take the lead and not make me uncomfortable. He finally caught on to what I was doing, speaking up. “I usually let the other person decide what they want to do. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.” He hinted, wanting me to speak up. 

“Well, I don’t know what I got myself into, so I’d be more comfortable with you telling me what to do.” I explained, hoping he would just take the lead on this awkward interaction. 

“Okay, well you’ve seen my work, so you have an idea of what I do,” He started walking toward his bedroom, waving with his hand for me to follow. It was there that I saw the mess, paint bottles everywhere, dirty and clean paint brushes thrown into cups scattered all over. Half finished canvases lined the wall, stacked in front of each other. His bed was the neatest thing in the room, and it was also messy. “It’s up to you where you want to be. I’ve had women use my bed, couch, chair, whatever is fine. I will say, though, that laying on my bed will not get you any closer to sleeping with me.” 

I laughed a little, “That’s not my intention at all.” I assured him, feeling myself get more comfortable. He laughed with me, glad I was loosening up some. 

He sat on his bed, looking at me expectantly, “So do you have any idea where you’d like to pose?” He wanted to get started as quickly as possible, but didn’t want to rush the girl. “Or you can take a little while to decide, we have all night.” 

Something about that remark made my cheeks flush a little, topped with the comment about posing. I hadn’t thought of the fact that I had to pose. I really didn’t think this through much, despite all the worrying I did about it. 

“I’m not sure yet.” I mumbled, looking around his room again. He nodded in understanding. It was unfamiliar to him to have women be unsure, most of them were confident and knew exactly what pose they thought made them appear attractive. This woman’s shyness and nervousness intrigued him. He could tell that deep down she wanted to do it, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. He decided to take the lead, not wanting her to back out. 

“Alright. Would you like something to drink or have a look around while you think?” 

I nodded, thinking that was a good option. I analyzed his chairs and couch as we entered back into the living room, him carrying a blank canvas with him. My eyes scanned his furniture, wondering how many women exactly had sat there, naked. My eyes sharpened into a glare at the couch, what if I get some disease from his furniture?

Seonghwa opened the fridge and looked inside, “What would you like? I have wine if you need something to help you feel more relaxed.” I shook off my thoughts about his furniture. He probably cleaned, there was no way he didn’t. 

“Wine sounds great.” I agreed, tentatively pulling out a chair at his kitchen bar. He noticed how I tried to barely touch it, laughing a little at the behavior. 

“I disinfect everything after each painting, don’t worry. You won’t get a disease or anything.” He reassured me, seeming to read my mind. I nodded, relaxing into the chair a little more. 

“So,” I started, not knowing how to bring up the topic of his style of painting without making myself feel awkward. “Do I have to be completely naked, or like just some or what?” I blurted out, getting it over with. 

“Depends on what makes you comfortable. It is my art style, so you have to be at least to some degree, whether it’s just your top or everything. It’s completely up to you.” He spoke very professionally, making me relax even more. The glass of wine he gave me also playing a part in my relaxed nerves. 

“Okay,” I mumbled. 

“And if you just want to start with your top, then work your way to more, that’s okay, too. You do what you feel you’re comfortable with.” He kept repeating the word comfortable, and I realized he genuinely wanted to make me feel comfortable. He wasn’t just saying it to be professional and polite. 

“Okay,” I mumbled again. A small silence filled the room as I spun on the chair, still looking over his apartment. He let me take my time, getting his own glass of wine and gathering his supplies. After a couple more minutes of me silently watching him, I decided I was ready to get started. “I’m ready.” I spoke confidently, downing the rest of my wine and standing up. 

He looked at me with a smile, reaching his hand out with a robe. “The bathroom is down the hallway, just take off what you’re comfortable with, and then let me know where you want to start.” He said smoothly. I took the robe, finding the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, the wine boosting my confidence a lot more than I expected it to. I started with my top, leaving my jeans on for now. I’d decide later if I wanted to do more. I exited the bathroom, holding the robe tightly against my body. Seonghwa stood in the kitchen, pouring more wine for himself. He looked up as he saw me enter, offering me another glass. I accepted, him pouring a little less this time, not wanting me to get too tipsy. “Have you decided where you’d like to begin? You can always change your mind if you don’t like it.” He didn’t take his eyes off of me, waiting for my answer. 

I looked around the living room, deciding on the chair that I was sitting in earlier. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, most women chose his bed or couch because they were comfy, not a tall bar chair. But he didn’t say anything, simply setting up his canvas and easel in the living room, facing the kitchen where the bar stool sat. 

He grabbed the chair, facing it in the direction he wanted it, before motioning for me to sit down on it. I took a seat, still holding the robe tightly against my chest. Once he was situated with all of his supplies, he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to do my part. I blushed, feeling shy once again. 

He looked at me teasingly, “Would you feel better if I took my shirt off, too?” He asked nicely, a hint of a joking tone showing through his words. 

“A little, yeah.” I replied, smiling sheepishly at him. He stood, pulling his shirt over his head. My eyes widened slightly, not expecting the expanse of tattoos covering his chest and stomach. My eyes gazed over them, loosening my grip on the robe. 

“Your turn.” He told me as he sat back down. 

I blinked, tearing my gaze away from his chest. I rose, slowly untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes never left mine, waiting for me to sit down again. I hung the robe on the back of the chair, not knowing exactly what to do with it, and then sat down on the chair again. My gaze went back to his, seeing him already sketching on his canvas. I turned and grabbed the glass of wine, taking a sip before turning to set it back on the counter. “Keep it,” He mumbled absentmindedly, “Just hold it.” 

I did as he said, holding the glass in my left hand while my right sat on my lap. I didn’t feel as awkward as I thought I would. My roommate was right, he was very professional. I started watching him as he painted me, admiring all of his tattoos. He had one that resembled an infinity symbol on his left collarbone, surrounded by flowers. He had a sun on his left rib cage and a moon on his right. I wanted to ask him about them, but he appeared so focused that I didn’t want to distract him. 

He initiated conversation first, though, surprising me. “So are you seeing anyone?” I blinked at the random question. I’m sitting in his living room, topless, holding a glass of wine on a Saturday evening, and he’s asking me if I’m seeing anyone? 

“No, I’ve never been one for relationships.” I answered honestly. 

“Me neither.” He replied, going back to the painting. The next few hours went like that, us sitting in silence as he painted, me occasionally taking a sip of wine to calm my growing nerves. 

He suddenly stopped, looking at me like he wanted to say something. He spoke up a few moments later, looking back at his canvas instead of me. “Do you mind changing into shorts? I don’t want to paint pants.” He spoke hesitantly, as if I’d get mad at him. 

“I don’t have any shorts,” I mumbled, looking at my legs. An idea came to my mind, the alcohol giving me the confidence in saying it. “Would you mind if I just took off my pants? I have underwear on.” 

He gave me a dead look, and my face flushed realizing I just asked a man who painted fully naked women if I could take my pants off. “I don’t mind. But I’m not taking mine off, too. You’re on your own with this one.”We shared a small laugh before I stood, unbuttoning my pants.

As I sat back down, a question came to my mind, “Do you not have a roommate?” I asked, noticing everything seemed to be his stuff, no presence of another person. 

He shook his head, going back to painting again, “I make enough money selling my art, so I don’t need anyone to split it with.” 

I nodded, thinking about how nice it would be to not have to live with someone else. I liked my roommate, she was nice. But I would much rather live on my own. 

“What about your roommate? You said I had painted her?” He asked, keeping the conversation going as he painted. 

“Yeah, she was the one I was looking at when you approached me in the gallery.” He nodded. 

“I remember her, she tried to sleep with me.” I scoffed a little at that remark. 

“Yeah, she’s like that.” I sighed, thinking about all the times I got a text telling me not to come home and that she had a guy over. I pursed my lips, annoyed with her behavior. 

-

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the man sitting in front of me, but I was getting more and more relaxed, even forgetting at moments that I barely had any clothes on. The clock read 10:00, meaning we had been at this for almost 4 hours now. 

I blinked the sleepiness out of my eyes, trying to stay still. Seonghwa suddenly stood up, waking me up. I looked at him, wondering what was wrong. 

“Finished.” He simply said. I got curious, standing up and walking over to his side of the canvas. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open, shocked at the painting in front of me. I wasn’t abstract like his other, it was detailed. Very detailed. I looked back at him, wanting to ask him why this one didn’t match his typical style, but found his eyes already focused on me. It clicked in my mind that I was still bare, rushing back to the chair and grabbing the robe, throwing it on quickly. 

“Why isn’t it like your others?” I asked him, returning to his side. He sat back down on the couch, moving his supplies to make room for me. 

“If it’s just for our eyes, then it doesn’t need to be like the others, right?” I stared at him, confused about what he meant. He didn’t elaborate, leaving his statement like that. 

I moved my eyes off of him, looking back at the painting. It was a good painting, really good. I smiled at it, feeling my self confidence go up, and not from alcohol this time. 

I left his apartment a half hour later. He stayed true to his professionalism, a quality I admired a lot in him. We never really saw each other again, besides a quick passing on campus. We greeted each other, and moved on, nothing more. Both of our lives went back to the way they were before meeting at the gallery, something I was quite sad about. 

-4 years later- 

I had graduated from college, and was teaching pottery classes for a living now. I didn’t have a husband or family of my own, but I liked to joke that my students were my children. I walked down the street, turning into an art exhibit. The city had many artists display their work in this historic art gallery, and this week they were displaying none other than Park Seonghwa himself. I hadn’t heard anything about him since college, other than the fact that he went on to be a pretty successful artist. I was surprised to see his name on the door. I didn’t think a big artist would come to display his works in such a small gallery. But I was appreciative of the opportunity to see it again, interested in how his style has improved. 

I wandered the halls of the gallery, getting a sense of deja vu from my senior year. His paintings were still the same, abstract nude portraits of women, but the lines were more defined, and it was more organized than they used to be, less chaotic. I continued to stroll through the artworks, my eye catching a painting that didn’t look quite like the others off in a corner by itself. I approached it, my hand flying to my mouth. It was my painting. Displayed in a corner by itself, as if hiding from the eyes of the people walking through. My eyes scanned the painting, realizing it had been taken care of well over the last 4 years, still looking the exact same as when he first made it. 

A figure appeared next to me, looking at the painting as well. “You like this one?” My head shot to the side as I heard the deep voice. The feeling of deja vu strengthened as I saw Seonghwa’s side profile. He looked more adult, most sophisticated and put together than in college. His arms were littered in more tattoos, me imagining how many more he’d gotten over the years. He smiled at me as I looked at him, my mouth hanging open in shock. “I’d like to paint you again,” He whispered out, just loud enough for me to hear. He held out a piece of paper with a number on it, “Give me a call if you’re interested. I’ll be waiting.” I took the paper without hesitating this time, still in shock. 

“I’ll think about it.” I mumbled, smiling back at him. He turned and walked away, turning a corner. 

I turned back to the painting in front of me. I couldn’t stop a smile from forming on my face as I saw the title of the painting, ‘Everything.’

[icanparkseonghwa]

Mafia- Wooyoung?

This one started as a Wooyoung imagine, but then it kind of turned into Hongjoong so idk anymore. I might make a part 2 and finish it, but this is all I got for now.

“Oh, excuse me,” I pressed against the wall of the narrow hallway, squeezing past the strange man. He stopped walking, turning to me. We were practically chest to chest, the hallway was so small. “Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to walk away. The man was just staring at me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. As I moved, going to walk away, an arm pressed against the wall, blocking my exit. “Uh, do you need something?” I eyed the man, searching in my purse for my pepper spray just in case. 

“Where are you going?” He turned to the side, glancing down the hallway. I followed his gaze, not answering his question. His other hand grabbed my chin, pulling my face back toward his. “Don’t look, keep your eyes on me.” He whispered, his own eyes going back and forth between me and whatever was happening down the hallway. He loosened his grip on my face, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it next to me on the floor, revealing a zebra patterned button-up underneath. I didn’t want to know what was going on. All I wanted to do was go to the bathroom and get out of this club. I had finished my shift, ready to just go home. 

“Can I go-” A gunshot interrupted me, making me jump and shoot my head to the side. His hand tightened around my chin again, turning me back to face him. “What the hell was that?” I whisper shouted, I could only assume he was involved in this somehow. 

I heard footsteps running toward us, wanting to look that way but scared of the man holding my face and pinning me to the wall. As the footsteps drew closer, he inhaled sharply, turning back to me. The strange man raised his arm, blocking my face from the direction of the steps and pushing his body against mine. I widened my eyes, looking at him in bewilderment. “Shh,” He hushed me, shoving his face into my neck. “Just stay still.” He mumbled into my skin. I froze, barely breathing. I had no clue what was going on, assuming he was hiding from the people running this way. 

The men ran past, not sparing us a glance at all. As the footsteps faded, I shoved the man away from me, him letting me. He backed into the opposite wall of the hallway, putting as much space between us as possible. “What the hell was that?” I whisper shouted again, wanting an answer this time. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ve got to get away from those men, but I didn’t want to go through a whole stupid chase and fight. It’s too annoying to deal with,” He waved his arms, dismissing the idea. The way he spoke so casually about something so absurd made me think he was crazy or involved in something illegal. “So, if you’ll just help me get out of here, I’d appreciate it very much.” He motioned his hands around the hallway. 

“Look,” I copied his words, annoyed at how he expected me to help him when I didn’t know anything about him. I wasn’t going to get involved in something illegal just because he decided to use me for cover. “I’m just going to the bathroom. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go.” I motioned my hands, copying him again. 

“No, no, no.” He drew out, grabbing my arm and pinning me back to the wall. “Let me phrase it this way. You’re going to help me get out of here, however I tell you to.” 

I pursed my lips, the danger of my current situation fleeing my mind and being replaced with a newfound sense of annoyance at the man, “Look-” I got interrupted, the man pulling me by arm through the hallway, the opposite way that the men came from. The strobing colored lights of the club filled my vision, the music getting louder as we approached the main room. The man’s eyes scanned the entire room intensely, looking for the men that were after him earlier. When he didn’t see them, he pulled me toward the door. I let him, I was ready to leave anyway. I just didn’t get to go to the bathroom. 

We emerged into the winter night air, our breaths visible in the air as we exhaled, “Why did you need to get away from them?” I asked. This man better answer that since he prevented me from using the bathroom. 

A loud explosion disrupted my rude thoughts, the club in front of us blowing up, with everyone still inside. My mouth dropped and my eyes widened, my hand shooting to cover my mouth in shock. A van pulled up to the scene, and the back doors slammed open. The strange man pushed me into the back of it, following after me into the van and shutting the doors behind him. The van pulled away from the club, and I stared at the man in confusion and anger. 

“Who the fuck is that?” Another voice asked, a guy turning around from the passenger seat and glaring at me. 

“Well she got me out of trouble, and I felt bad, so I got her out.” The man from the club explained. 

“We’re not taking her with us! Wooyoung, what were you thinking?!” The other man blew up, clearly angry. 

“Of course,” Wooyoung replied. “We’re just going to take her home and she’ll go back to her life like nothing happened. That being said, where do you live, sweetheart?” Wooyoung turned to me expectantly. I pointed at myself, still too shocked to speak. “Yes, you. Where do you live?” He repeated, laughing at me. 

I whispered out my address, him leaning in close to my face to hear me better. He repeated the address to the driver, the man behind the wheel taking a swift right, knowing where to go. I stayed put in my spot on the van floor, the three other men striking a conversation with each other. I didn’t listen, not wanting to know any more than I already did. 

No one spoke to me in the few minutes it took to get to my apartment building, and I was glad they didn’t. I didn’t even want to know Wooyoung’s name, but I was already there. The van stopped in front of my building, the back doors opening again and Wooyoung gently pushed me out, slamming the doors shut  again and driving off. I stood there, stunned. It all happened so fast, and the next thing I knew, the van was already turning a corner, disappearing from sight. I sighed and began walking into the building, still trying to process what had happened earlier. That guy had saved my life, technically. If I didn’t happen to be walking down that hallway at the same time as him, then I would’ve been blown up. Going to the bathroom in that nasty club really paid off, it saved my life. I shook my head at my own stupid thoughts, continuing to climb the stairs to the third floor where I lived. 

That Wooyoung guy was right, I was just going to go back to my normal life like nothing happened. What else could I do? 

-

I strolled down the street. I had lost my job at the club because it blew up, now I had to find a new one. The bright neon signs outside of the bars weren’t appealing to me. I didn’t like the typical touristy bars, those people were always looking for one night stands. I preferred the smaller bars where locals went. They were more relaxed, and less people flirted with the waitresses. I abandoned the bright main street, walking down some smaller streets and searching for less bright places. 

A hand on the small of my back suddenly pushed into a dark alleyway, moving in front of me to pin me to the wall. A familiar smell hit my nose, the same cologne as last weekend. My eyes landed on Wooyoung, his arms on my sides, blocking me against the wall. He was smiling at me as if we were just friends who had reunited by chance. 

“Who are you running from this time?” I scoffed at him. 

His smile grew a little, “No one, I just saw you and thought I’d say hi.” He beamed, not looking like the mafia, drug dealer, whoever he was last weekend. He just looked like a normal guy, wearing a similar outfit as last time, too. 

“Hi,” I waved a little, ducking under his arm to continue my quest of finding a new job. I looked back at him as I started to walk away, “Bye.” 

I left the alleyway. I wanted nothing to do with that guy. He was attractive and seemed to be involved in illegal activities, just like those fictional mafia men I read about. My bookshelf was full of those books, but I wanted it to stay that way- in a book. I didn’t want to get involved with a man who was actually like that. I huffed, there was no way he was actually like those fictional men. 

A body appeared next to mine as I thought about Wooyoung. I looked over, and just to my luck, it was him. “So where are you going?” He struck up a conversation, following me.

“Finding a new club because you blew up the other one.” I stated lowly, not wanting other people to overhear the conversation, and choosing not to tell him that was my job, how I paid for my classes and my bills. 

“Hey,” He said, seeming offended. “We didn’t blow it up, the other guys did. The ones I was running from.” He pointed at me, like telling me that made a difference. 

“Still, it’s gone now. I don’t even want to know what it was about or why. I didn’t even want to know your name.” I waved my hand, not wanting him to tell me anything. 

He looked at me weirdly, “You’re not curious about it at all? Most people are nosy.” He laughed at me.

“No, because the more I know, the harder it will be to lie to the cops if they ask me anything.” I defended myself. 

He snorted, laughing hard. “Like I’d get caught. And why would they question you of all people?” 

“We walked out of the club together and got into the same van. I’m sure people saw us.” I deadpanned, I expected him to be a little smarter than that. 

“Nah, you’ll be fine.” He waved it off. He was very casual and unbothered, an attribute I didn’t really like about him. 

“Why are you following me?” I finally asked him, not wanting to be seen with someone who’s probably wanted in several different countries. 

“I saw you walking and I was bored, so I decided to join you.” He replied casually, still talking as if we were friends. 

“You don’t have your own friends to hang out with?” I snapped a little, getting annoyed with the man. 

“Not women friends,” He shook his head. I eyed him weirdly. “All my friends are guys, it gets boring. And women just wanna sleep with me, that gets boring, too.” He explained. 

I scoffed, “So you like that I don’t find you attractive?” I crossed my arms. We were still walking, me not bothering to look at the clubs we were passing anymore. 

“Yeah,” He smiled at me again. “It’s a nice change. Although I’m sure you’re lying about that at least a little bit, you gotta admit I’m attractive.” 

I rolled my eyes at him, “I don’t have to admit anything because you’re not. You’re annoying.” 

Wooyoung smirked at me, “You’re so sweet,” He put his hand on his chest, being dramatic. “So what club are we going to?” 

“I’m going home. There’s no good clubs on this street anyway and it’s getting late.” I shook my head. 

Wooyoung glanced at his watch, eyeing me, “It’s only midnight.” He said. “It’s still early.” 

“Not for me.” I turned a corner, only a few minutes away from my apartment. Wooyoung continued to follow me, and I let him. He already knew where I lived anyway. We got to the building and I opened the door, turning around to shut it on Wooyoung, but he stuck his foot in the door, giving me a pouty look.

“Oh, come on,” He whined. “Let me go with you.” 

“No, it’s bad enough you know my building. You don’t need to know what unit I live in.” 

He looked at me with a blank face, “I know someone that could find out where you lived in about 10 seconds. If I wanted to know, I’d know.” He pushed the door open, coming into the building. I glared at him, realizing he was probably right. If those men wanted to kill him and he lived, he probably knows some people. 

“Fine, whatever.” I walked to the staircase, not bothering with the elevator. He followed me like a happy puppy. As we exited the staircase, we saw a crowd gathered in front of my door. My mouth fell open. They were big men in dark suits, the same guys who were chasing Wooyoung last weekend. I knew he was wanted and they’d come for me. 

I pushed Wooyoung back into the staircase and glared at him harshly, “Now what, smartass? I’m not talking to them!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Just lie and say you don’t know anything. You met me at the club for a one night stand or something and you haven’t seen me since. There you go.” 

“I can’t lie to those men! They’ll probably know I’m lying! I’m not good at it!” I whisper shouted. “And what if they think I’m involved with you and kill me? They blew up a building, they could easily kill me. You got me into this, now you get me out.” 

He stared at me boredly, biting his lip in thought, “Yeah, I guess I should. You wanna go to a hotel or something? I’m not taking you home with me.” 

“I can’t afford to stay in a hotel, and what if they’re still there when I come back?”

Wooyoung continued to think, not taking the situation very seriously. He put his hands on his hips, “I guess the only option is to come home with me, then.” 

I scrunch my nose in disgust, “I’m only doing that if it’s the absolute last option I have.”

He blinked at me, “Well, you got any other ideas?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to think of something. 

“Well, no.” I crossed my arms, annoyed at both myself and him. 

He crossed his arms, leaning in close to me, “Well, I guess you’re coming home with me then.” He turned, walking back down the stairs, not bothering to check if I was following behind him. I followed him, glancing back at the doorway where we just came from. What if those men bust into my apartment and take my stuff? I glared at Wooyoung’s back, annoyed at the man. Now I was going home with him? I should’ve agreed to the hotel, but I didn’t have a lot of money and I couldn’t afford it. That jackass didn’t even offer to pay for the hotel, I probably would have agreed then. 

The cold night air hit me, making me hug my jacket closer to my body. Wooyoung walked to the edge of the sidewalk, calling someone on his cell phone. He hung up a few seconds later, the call not lasting long. “My friend’s on his way. I live a little too far to walk in this cold. He’ll give us a ride.” 

“Do you live with him?” I asked him, making small conversation. 

“Yeah, I have a few roommates.” He spoke hesitantly. 

I eyed him weirdly, how does he not know how many roommates he has? “So, what do you do? Besides get chased by big guys with guns.” I asked, not knowing what else to talk about. 

“I thought you didn’t want to know anything.” He smirked at me, knowing I was getting curious. 

“Well, then what do you want to talk about?” I asked him, bored with the silence. 

“What do you do?” He asked, avoiding the question about him. 

“I’m a student in college, but I usually spend my evenings waitressing at a bar.” I answered, proud of myself. 

He looked me up and down, “You’re a college student?” He sounded confused and slightly disgusted. 

“Yeah, why? Is that a bad thing?” I looked him up and down, mocking him. 

“Nah, I just don’t like college,” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “What are you going for anyway?” 

“Art,” I answered him. “I don’t like college either. I’ve been considering dropping out, I’m struggling to pay for it anyway. I made decent money waitressing anyway, I may as well spend it on something besides a stupid degree.” 

Wooyoung stared at me, “You made? You don’t work anymore?” I blinked at him, he noticed something that small in my answer? 

“Yeah, that club your friends blew up was where I worked. I had just gotten off of my shift when I ran into you. That’s actually why I was out tonight, looking for a new job.” 

“Oh, shit,” He mumbled, shocked. “That sucks.” He simply said. I scoffed at his answer. 

A sleek black car pulled over to the curb in front of us, Wooyoung opening the back door and motioning for me to get in. I eyed him a little bit, getting in anyway. He shut the door and climbed into the front, the car pulling away quickly. 

The driver looked back at me to see who Wooyoung said they needed to help. “You again?” He said with disgust. I recognized him as the guy from the passenger seat last time in the van. I chose not to say anything to him, simply staring out the window instead. Wooyoung noticed, speaking up for me. 

“Yeah, the, um, guys who blew up the club were at her door waiting for her. I couldn’t let them get her and we can’t stick her in a hotel, so she’s gonna spend a few days with us in the penthouse.” He explained, an underlying tone in his voice that I couldn’t pick up on. 

The other man glared at me over his shoulder, “Why can’t we just stick her in a hotel?” I glared right back at him. I could tell him and me won’t get along. 

“Because I don’t trust those guys to not find the hotel. I dragged her into my shit, and now I gotta protect her till they lay off.” I rolled my eyes at Wooyoung. This sounded so cliche and stupid, but I did not want to be put into a hotel now that he mentioned the other men. He was right, if they found my apartment, they could find a hotel easily. 

“Fine, but she stays in your room. She doesn’t go anywhere else.” The guy grumbled out. He really didn’t like the idea of this random woman staying with them, but Wooyoung was right. They shouldn’t let someone innocent get caught by their enemies just because Wooyoung was too lazy to run from them. 

The rest of the car ride was silent, no one daring to break the tense atmosphere. Even Wooyoung, who always had something to say, was quiet. The man parked the car at a luxurious apartment complex. We all got out, me staring at the building and wondering how it looked so expensive. Wooyoung did mention a penthouse, I just didn’t think it would be here. This was a very upscale part of town, only rich people lived here. 

“Ahem,” A rude voice interrupted my admiration of the fancy complex. “Let’s go.” It was the other man. I still didn’t know his name, but I really didn’t want to know. I had nothing to say to him, anyway. We immediately entered the elevator when we entered the building, them not letting me see much of the lobby. The ride was like the car, awkward and tense. Wooyoung smiled at me when I looked at him, the other man simply glaring at me again. I was starting to think maybe his eyes were just like that, stuck from glaring at everyone. 

“We live in the penthouse.” Wooyoung explained, just wanting to break the tension. 

“How many is we?” I asked, curious as to exactly how many roommates he had. 

“Uh,” He froze a little, the other guy snickering at his silence. “Eight of us.” He said, sounding more like a question than an answer. 

“Eight?!” I whisper shouted at him, not wanting the other to glare at me for being loud. Wooyoung smiled at me, not saying anything. “How does a penthouse have that many rooms?” 

“It’s a big penthouse?” He threw out, not sure how to answer the question. The other man snickered again, not saying anything. 

I simply nodded, not bothering to ask any more questions. I wasn’t really getting any answers, anyway. 

The elevator dinged, saving me from the awkward tension. The stranger immediately walked out, storming into another room before we even had time to exit. Wooyoung sighed, guiding me out by the small of my back. “Stay here for a second.” I stood awkwardly in the living room while Wooyoung walked away. 

Another man suddenly emerged from the room that he went into, Wooyoung following him out. The strange man demanded the attention of the room, exuding charisma. My attention turned to him, forgetting about Wooyoung for a second. 

“Wooyoung told me about your situation, I first want to apologize on his behalf. Second, I want to say you’re very welcome to stay here for a few days, or until it’s okay for you to go back to your own apartment. I’m Hongjoong, by the way, the leader.” He finished speaking. 

“Leader?” I mumbled, looking back at Wooyoung. He smiled awkwardly, looking at Hongjoong. Hongjoong eyed both of us, confused. 

“I assumed Wooyoung explained to you who we are. I’ll apologize again. Without going into too much detail, we are part of a mafia, one of the biggest mafia organizations. We don’t believe in involving innocent people in our business, a principle Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten last weekend, hence you being here right now.” He smiled apologetically at me. I was appreciative of Hongjoong, he explained it well without telling me anything too deep. 

“Okay, then.” I mumbled, not knowing what to say from there. 

Hongjoong seemed to want to lead the conversation, speaking up again after I said that, “You’ll be staying in Wooyoung’s bed, and he’ll be on the couch. He brought this on himself, so he’ll be the one who is inconvenienced. He’s roommates with San. Wooyoung, will you show her to your room?” He nodded at me, heading back to the room he came from. I stared after him, wanting his presence back in the room. 

Wooyoung led me down a small hallway, heading to the second room on the left. “San is the man who gave us the ride here.” He explained on the way there. I froze, stopping our trek to the bedroom, looking at Wooyoung like he was crazy. 

“I am not sleeping in a room with him. He looked like he wanted to kill me.” I whisper shouted, glaring at Wooyoung. 

“Oh, come on,” He drew out. “He’s not that bad once you get to know him. He’s a nice guy, I promise.” He tried to lead me into the bedroom again. I resisted, not wanting to even see the guy again. 

“How about I sleep on the couch? You can sleep in there with him. I really don’t mind.” I enunciated, walking back to the living room. 

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung whined after me, following me back into the living room. 

“Yes, I am.” I sat on the couch. It was actually pretty comfortable, probably more comfortable than my bed at home. 

“Alright then,” Wooyoung shrugged it off, not bothering to insist any more. “At least let me get you a blanket and a good pillow.” 

“That’d be nice.” I replied, watching him leave to go get them from his and San’s room. I looked back at the room Hongjoong went into, wishing I could see him again. I liked him, he was very charismatic and nice. Wooyoung returned a couple minutes later, holding a fluffy blanket and pillow. I thanked him, laying down on the soft couch. It was about 2:30 now, and I was exhausted. 

“Well, goodnight then. Don’t mind if people are coming in throughout the night, we typically work during the night.” He assured me, me nodding. I actually felt quite safe despite them being members of the mafia, Hongjoong being a big part of my comfort. He was very reassuring. 

“Okay, goodnight.” I replied, smiling at him with sleepy eyes. He laughed a little, walking back to his room. I fell asleep almost immediately, falling into a deep sleep. 

I woke up a couple hours later, my back hurting slightly. The living room was dimmer than earlier, a single light in the kitchen turned on. I sat up, hearing a noise in the kitchen. Hongjoong smiled at me over the island, sipping on a cup of tea. 

“I thought I said Wooyoung would be sleeping on the couch.” He spoke gently, but still holding the same charisma as earlier. 

I stood from the couch, going into the kitchen. I didn’t feel like talking to each other from different rooms. “Yeah, but he said he’s roommates with San, so I took the couch.” I explained, not wanting to say that I was scared of the man. 

He laughed a little, “You’re scared of San, aren’t you?” I smiled sheepishly at him. “It’s fine,” He assured me. “San’s very intimidating. Especially to people he doesn’t know.” He didn’t seem offended by me being scared of him, making me feel less bad about it. “I don’t like you sleeping on the couch, though. It’s not your fault you’re having to stay here. You should take my bed.” He spoke casually. 

I stared at him, blushing slightly. I admit, I had already developed a tiny crush on the man, the idea of sleeping in his bed sounding like a dream. “It’s fine,” I shook my head. “I don’t want to make you sleep on the couch.” 

Hongjoong set his cup of tea down, holding eye contact with me. “Then I’ll sleep in my bed with you.” He suggested, being sarcastic, but he just wanted the girl to sleep somewhere comfortable. He knew the couch felt comfy at first, but leaves you hurting in the morning. It was not made for sleeping. I blinked at his suggestion, not wanting to say no to the idea, but not wanting him to think I was a creep. Hongjoong turned to the kettle on the stove, pouring another cup of hot water, putting a tea bag into it, and sliding it across the island toward me. I grabbed it, grateful for the drink. “I’ll take your silence as a yes. I’ll get some more pillows. Drink that while I’m gone.” My lips met the cup, immediately following his directions. 

It occurred to me while he was gone that these men could be perverts for all I knew. But I didn’t feel that vibe from them, so I brushed off the idea. I hadn’t felt creeped out the entire 5 hours that I’ve been here, except by San. But it wasn’t a perverted feeling, just that he was going to kill me in my sleep. In a way, I was grateful that I would be sleeping in Hongjoong’s bed. At least someone would be there if San actually tried to kill me, compared to me being in the living room by myself. 

Hongjoong’s voiced dragged me out of my thoughts. He had come around the island, standing at his original spot. “Ready whenever you are.” He spoke simply, finishing off the rest of his tea. 

“Are you not worried about being in the same bed? That it’d be awkward?” He looked confused at me about my question. 

“It’s not like we’ll be fucking each other,” He stated. “We’re just sleeping.” He shrugged it off. I shut up after that, not saying anything else. He laughed a little at my silence, patiently waiting for me to finish my tea. I downed the rest of it, not wanting to deal with him staring at me any longer. As I finished the rest of it, I realized that finishing my tea meant going to bed, in Hongjoong’s bed. He took my cup as I set it down, rinsing it out and moving the tea kettle off the hot burner. He waved his arm toward his bedroom, letting me go first. I stood up, walking in front of the man toward his room. As I walked inside, I noticed the lack of decoration. It was plain, black and gray being the only colors. The bed sat in the corner on the right, a desk on the other side of that same wall. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, wanting him to lay down first. 

“I have some more work to do, so you can go ahead and go to sleep. I’ll go to bed later.” He took a seat at the desk, motioning for me to go to the bed. I slowly approached it, scooting to the corner by the wall. Hongjoong turned to the wall, opening a laptop and starting his work. The sound of keyboard clicks lulled me to sleep, cozying into the soft sheets of his black and gray bed. 

-

Hongjoong finished his work a half hour later, turning in his chair and looking at the girl in his bed. He really felt bad for her. Wooyoung explained what happened, even throwing in how the club that blew up was where she worked and how she had to get a new job. He stood, walking to his bed and lifting the sheets, joining the girl. She was facing him, having rolled over a few minutes after she fell asleep. He laid on the edge of the bed, trying to keep his distance from her even though she was sleeping. His plan failed, though, because she cuddled up to him as soon as he got comfortable, laying her head on his chest. He froze, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to wake her up, she needed to get some sleep. But he knew that she would never do something like that consciously, she was too shy. He opted for just laying still, laying his arm behind her and doing his best not to touch her. He changed his mind, deciding to just sleep on the couch instead, but he realized a few seconds later that he couldn’t move now. She was glued to him. He sighed quietly, closing his eyes and trying to sleep. 

-

I woke up to an empty bed, Hongjoong gone already. The clock on his nightstand read 1:17 pm. My eyes widened, it was 1 o’clock?! I started racking my brain for what day it was, hoping I didn’t miss my morning classes. I realized it was Saturday today, relaxing back in the soft bed. And I didn’t have a job anymore, so I was free of obligations. After my panic, I wondered where Hongjoong went. I got up, heading back into the living room. Wooyoung and another man I didn’t know were sitting on the couch, talking. Wooyoung’s eyes met mine, him raising his eyebrows. 

“I thought you had already left. What were you doing in Hongjoong’s bed?” He laughed, insinuating something in his tone. 

“Um,” I froze, the strange man now looking at me. “He didn’t want me to sleep on the couch, so he offered for me to sleep in his bed, but I also didn’t want him sleeping on the couch, so.” I stopped talking, not knowing how to even explain it. Both men laughed loudly at my nervousness, turning their attention to the papers laid out on the table. 

“Ohh, Hongjoong got moves.” Wooyoung laughed loudly at his own joke, the other man smirking and laughing slightly. Another presence appeared from the hallway, me turning to see who it was. I jumped slightly seeing it was San, getting scared by his immediate glare at me. It was too early to deal with him, so I turned around, going back into Hongjoong’s room. I laid back on the bed, not knowing what to do now. Wooyoung peeked around the doorway, coming inside when he saw me. 

“Hello,” He sang, decided to come in here instead of trying to get me to go around San. “Hongjoong left early this morning on business. He should be back soon actually.” He checked his watch, noting the time. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, looking at me teasingly. “So what really happened last night?” 

“Nothing happened,” Another voice replied from the doorway. We both turned to see Hongjoong standing at the door, clad in a black button up and black slacks. Wooyoung smiled at him sheepishly. “Get out of my room.” He hit Wooyoung on the back of the head, heading to his desk and setting down a bag, pulling a gun out of his waistband that I hadn’t noticed was there. Wooyoung huffed, standing up and winking at me, walking out of the bedroom. 

“Good morning,” Hongjoong stated once Wooyoung was gone. “Or afternoon, I guess.” 

“Yeah, sorry for sleeping so late. I had a long day yesterday.” I apologized. 

“It’s fine. I’m glad you got some good sleep. You needed it. But now we need to discuss the plan for going forward.” He took a seat in Wooyoung’s spot, facing me. “I don’t mind you staying here, but you don’t have any of your things. And we’re not exactly sure if we can even get into your apartment to get some of your things.” 

I nodded, noticing he was waiting for me to say something. “I’m not exactly sure what to do, I’ve obviously never been in this type of situation before.” 

“Right,” He mumbled. He didn’t know what to do either. They had people stay with them before, but they were men. They’ve never had to deal with a woman before. “We’ll figure something out, don’t worry about it.” He stood again, walking back into the living room and motioning for me to follow him. I did, appreciative of his helpful and understanding attitude. 

[icanparkseonghwa]

Hongjoong Imagine- Fashion Project

Another short drabble I wrote. I'm slowly working up my confidence in writing

I sighed again in frustration.

"Don't move." Hongjoong snapped at me for the hundredth time. I glared at him in more frustration. We had been partnered together for a project in our fashion design class. The assignment was to make matching ballroom outfits. Creating his suit went smoothly, but now that we're working on the dress, our vast differences in taste were clashing.

Hongjoong huffed at me in annoyance, his breath hitting the side of my neck. He was measuring my proportions for the material and was currently at my waist. 

"Would you hurry up? I don't like you being this close to me." I grumbled, closing my eyes and wishing this assignment would end already.

"You think I like this anymore than you do?" He pulled the measuring tape tighter around my waist, not bothering to be gentle anymore because of my attitude.

"Just hurry up." I said through clenched teeth. I threw my head back, praying to anyone listening that this would be over soon. I couldn't take any more of his light touches on my body. He drove me crazy, and I hated him for it. But I would never admit that to him because he was so adamant on not being close with me, so I opted for being enemies. It usually wasn't a big deal because we never saw each other around campus or talked to each other, but this project forced us to be together a lot, and I couldn't take any more of it without slamming my lips on his or punching the hell out of him. I scolded myself many times in my head for my thoughts, but he was  irresistible- and he knew it.

I was no stranger to the many stories of his escapades with women. Every woman on campus knew him, some more intimately than others. I was almost proud to say that I was an area he had yet to conquer, no matter how many times I imagined it happening. But I was sure he wasn't interested, given his many, many sarcastic remarks throughout this project and how we couldn't even go two minutes without fighting with each other. 

I started to become suspicious of how much time he was taking to simply measure my waist, and without opening my eyes or straightening my neck, I snapped at him again, "Oh, my gosh, you're taking forever. Would you just hurry up? It's not that difficult." my words came out ruder than I anticipated, my annoyance with him and myself getting the best of me.

The measuring tape suddenly disappeared from around me, and a hot breath replaced it at my ear. "Make me." He slyly whispered into my ear. My head snapped up to gawk at him, but a hand wrapped around my throat as soon as I straightened up, preventing me from moving any more. He leaned down and kissed my neck, mumbling as his lips rose back up to my ear.

"I'm going to take my sweet fucking time making these measurements and admiring every beautiful damn curve of your body." Shivers ran down my spine this time when he kissed me, slowly moving up from my neck and finally meeting my lips, not releasing his firm grip on my throat. My pulse quickened, realizing maybe my assumptions about him not liking me had been wrong. And I was about to find out. 

[icanparkseonghwa]

San- Office Imagine

I've had this one in the vault for a long time, but finally decided to post it. It's shorter than my other ones, but I'm still pretty proud of it.

The analog clock on the wall read 8:25 PM. My eyes slowly drifted from glaring at the clock to glaring at the man across the room. He was unbearably precise about his work, and unfortunately, we had been partnered together for a project. He had no family, lived alone, didn't even have a pet, so all of his time was spent on his work. Even though I was in the same position as him, it still annoyed me how dedicated he was to his work. It was like he didn't have any sort of life outside these office walls. 

“Glaring at me won’t finish this work any faster,” San mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear. “I suggest you get to work.” 

My face flushing from the embarrassment of being caught, I lowered my eyes back to my computer screen and continued working. As the night went on, I continued to sneak glances at San. He was arrogant, but undeniably attractive. His glasses sat on a perfectly shaped nose, which sat above naturally gorgeous lips. His hair was styled with gel, shaped the same way every day, but it suited him, so I couldn’t complain. My eyes traveled to his eyes, continuing my path of admiration for his features. But when my eyes landed on his, they were already staring directly at me, not looking too excited to have my gaze on him. 

I smiled sheepishly, attempting to look away casually and mentally screaming at myself not to blush. But my plan ultimately failed when he scoffed and shook his head, going back to his work.

“Please continue your work, I’m not failing this project because of your staring problem.”

My mouth fell open at his remark, “I don’t have a staring problem.” I mumbled back at him in a poor attempt at my defense.

“Then what other reason do you have to blatantly stare at my face besides finding me attractive?”

My mouth was once again open in shock at his bluntness. “I have a staring problem, then.” I coughed out, trying to turn my flustered face back to my work and off the man across the room from me.

A faint smirk adorned his face as he flipped through paperwork with one hand, using the other to fix his glasses that sat upon his annoyingly perfect nose. Without looking up, he didn’t drop his smirk while saying, “Are you sure about that?”

My eyes widened while my mouth fell open. I had no idea he was so assertive. My brain couldn’t think of a comeback to that, so I just gawked at him, once again in shock. My brain finally registered what happened, and my eyes shot back to my computer screen, avoiding looking at him. His chair creaked as he stood up, but I still refused to look up and acknowledge him.

The next thing I knew, a waist came into my line of view, leaning on my desk. With a flushing face, I slowly looked up at the man, who was peering down at me through his glasses with his arms crossed over his chest.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and not show my nervousness, “Yes?” I asked him, surprised at how steady and confident my voice sounded.

He sighed at my question, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the desk, leaning down and grabbing my face, pulling my face toward his own. “I’ll ask one more time. Are you sure about that?” His eyes were scanning mine the whole time, searching for any hint of resistance. When I didn’t pull away, he smirked even more.

Without taking his hand away from my chin, he reached his other arm past me and pressed the power button on my monitor, turning it off. My eyes never left his the whole time, scared this would end too soon and I wouldn’t remember how his eyes looked at me with such want and lust.

“I think the project can wait a little while, don’t you?” I got one last glimpse of his eyes through his glasses before he pulled them off and kissed me passionately, beginning a long night at the office. 

[icanparkseonghwa]

Ateez yunho imagine

Please enjoy

I was relaxing in the hotel bed, watching a kdrama. I had just started it, and immediately started crying at the beginning because the main characters father died. Like what sick person made his dad die in episode 1?! I quietly sniffled, trying not to alarm Yunho, who was in the bathroom, finishing his shower. But I realized I failed to be quiet when the bathroom door slammed open, revealing a wide-eyed Yunho. He was wearing a black tank top and grey sweats, with damp hair and a towel around his shoulders. I instantly forgot about how sad the kdrama was when I laid my eyes on him.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, scanning my face and furrowing his eyebrows.

I cleared my throat, zoning back in from staring at him, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Did I do something wrong?..” he drawled out, trying to think of a reason I’d be upset.

I laughed a little, turning back to the TV, “No, you’re fine.” Yunho continued to stare with a pout on his lips, wondering what happened. He eventually saw the scene on the TV and relaxed. He knew I always cried during sad scenes, no matter how sad. He laid on the bed with me and tuned into the TV, getting interested in the drama. I, on the other hand, was zoning out of the show and more into the man laying next to me. How could he be so stupidly attractive while doing nothing? I scoffed a little at my own thoughts, taking a sip of my drink. Yunho stole another glance at me, realizing something was on my mind, but decided not to bring it up in case he was the problem. Which he was- but not in a bad way.

He finally gave into his curiosity, pausing the show and looking at me.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He gave me a pouty look, trying to get an answer from me.

“Yes, Yun. I’m fine, really.” I sighed out a little. “You just look.. nice” I smiled a little at him.

Yunho’s head that had turned back to the screen, shot over to me so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash. He then looked down at himself. “Me?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I know.” I grumbled, moving off the bed to avoid the potential awkwardness.

“Wait,” He drew out, reaching for my arm and trying to hold in his laugh.

I didn’t even pull away, flopping back onto the bed behind me. Yunho hesitated a second before leaning over me and kissing me softly. He managed to ruin the moment, though, when he started laughing into the kiss.

I pulled back, glaring at him, and got up, walking to the bathroom. “Stop laughing at me.” I whined.

“No,” he whined back, rolling over to face me. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I swear.” He said, being completely serious.

We stared at each other for a long time before I, once again, gave into him, flopping back onto the bed.

I had just sat down on the edge when Yunho grabbed me, pushing my shoulders down and leaning over me once again. He leaned down to kiss me, but the water dripping from his damp hair landed in my eyes, causing me to blink rapidly and laugh a little. He froze, sitting up and staring at me with a blank face.

“You did not-“ he started to say, throwing a glare my way. I interrupted him, grabbing his face and dragging him back down to me. He froze again in shock, before relaxing into the kiss and biting my lip a little as payback.

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Thank you for reading!

This is my first post too ;-; I’ve never posted my writings before, but I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone a lil, so here we are :3 I’m open to criticism or suggestions, but pls be nice, I am new at this :)

🚫this isn’t super proof read or edited either, just a drabble I wrote a while back