Summary: You have gotten married to someone who used to be alone in his childhood, resulting in him being a cold person towards others. But then, he met you, you were the one who changed his life, but then again, it takes time to open his heart, how is the journey going to be? Good or bad, we’ll see.
Author’s Note: Made a masterlist for this series, so it’s easier for y’all. I just want to say thank you for supporting me, I’m really, really thankful for that. While writing this series, I’ve learned to write something out of my genre, and uh, I’m grateful that you guys liked the smut because, I’m a noobie. I wanna say I’m sorry if there are any mistakes and once again, thank you for loving my series, I love every single one of you, please stay healthy, and enjoy this series, bye!
Hi? Hello 👋🏻 so i don't know how I went from... This:
To.. This:
While offline, I kept getting notifications of y'all liking, reblogging and following my acc and works. Thank you guys, love you! Also, for the newcomers, hi, welcome to my land of writing, I hope you enjoy your stay here. ☺️ and to my lovely old followers, hello again hehe. Well, I will be back to writing probably in July or August, not confirmed yet but I will be back! 🥲
note/warning: contains fluff/smut but most of them are mafia/angst/yandere I'm a sucker for those themes consider this as a trigger warning YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
~ additional note: also, To the authors of these fics I appreciate all of you ily all so much you're doing so well ^>^ !!
HJ: Backfired by @ateezreactionsandscenarios
YH: His little spy by @thesafecafe
YH: Bad day by @mingtinys
SH: A dirty little secret by @hwa-whiskers
SH: Chanel chance by @channieismyboy
OT8: Hurts like hell (has a part 2) by @ja3hwa
SH: Never again by @m4rsluv
OT8: Hotel California by @mint-yooxgi
YH: Frontier Psychiatrist by @riboism
SH: Fault by @ja3hwa
SH: You're the one that I want by @ateezmakemeweep
OT8: Mate by @jwying
WY x jealous reader by @ateezmakemeweep
JH: Prey by @ja3hwa
YS: Safe by @ja3hwa
SH: The duke and his general by @baekhvuns
SAN: Darling, his darling by @sansblkgirlfriend
SH: White hemlock by @lilhwahwa
HJ: Don't stop by @im-657-mv
HJ: Eyes on you by @bangmechann
Shoot your shot by @az-con
HJ: Ruby red (can't mention their @ idk why)
YH: Let me by @capaimagines
HJ: Hello stranger by @midnightseonghwa
OT8: At what cost by @capaimagines
HJ: Saved by @sansblkgirlfriend
Mafia SH x reader by @mingishoe
SH: Realization by @spinster-sisters
YS: Lights out by @bobateastay
MG: Precious by @lovesanmotion
HJ: Is this real? by @mingis-lightbulb
SH: All too well by @hwanchaesong
SH: Mafia x reader by @songmingisthighs
SH: Migraine by @kileaderie
SH: When you're sexually frustrated by @cocobeanncteez
Still working on the navigation post, will do it soon
And for the hard hours, I am interested and have plans/ideas for writing them but I believe I'm not as good as the other writers oof🤡
But for now I'd like to focus on other fanfics along with college but do feel free to drop your ideas, when I'm free, I may write them and tag you in it🤟🏻
.ii. Warnings: dom!Seonghwa, sub!Reader, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, strong language, name calling (slut), dirty talk, nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, etc.
Word Count: 4.8K+
Summary: Your co-worker hate you, but you didn't care. You continue to get on his nerves but one day, he shows you how hateful he can get.
Author’s Note: Been keeping this for months, hopefully y’all enjoy it! I’m still working on a few more things for you all, fighting!
Seonghwa sighed, his back aching while trying to concentrate on work. Piles of papers were laying before him and he was reading the same document over and over again. He could see the letters but didn't understand them. His mind was somewhere else.
She's so annoying, he was thinking to himself. She did it on purpose, didn't she?
It was so frustrating not knowing why you acted like that. He told you, right? He warned you that there will be consequences if you embarrassed him in front of anyone. And yet you did it. You spilled the coffee on his chest, dirtying his shirt with dark stains. But that's not all, you began to apologize and attempt to wipe the stains out of his clothes, setting him in a strange sense of dismay.
People were looking at him, whispering, including the boss and other members of the company. First, he thought that you did it by accident, but then he saw a little glow of triumph in your eyes. The sound of knocking on his desk pulled him from the grip of memories. He sighed again, raising his eyes from the papers, and he froze at that moment.
"What now?"
"Nothing, I just want to disturb you." You smiled before walking to your desk.
Seonghwa gripped the papers, cursing under his breath as he watches you. There's always been something about you that he can't quite put his finger on. Maybe it's the way you speak eloquently. Maybe it's the way you dress smartly. Maybe it's the way you catch him curiously watching you from time to time like he's waiting for you to fuck up or step out of line, which you did.
He hates it, he hates you.
He can't stand the way you look at him, how you keep bothering his mind even though you didn't actually do it. Both of you hate each other, but you love to make him lose his nerves. You just can't stop bothering him, every day, you'll always think of something to make him angry. Seonghwa closed his ears with his palms when a loud thud echoed the small office that you both shared with.
"Argh! What's wrong with you?!" He glares at you.
"What? It felt on its own, you can't blame me." You put on a serious face.
He rolled his eyes and went to read the documents again. Once he turns away, you snickered, holding up your laugh, and go to pick up the files that you purposely knocked over. Seonghwa rubbed his temples, his eyes twitched to look at you. You bend down to collect the files, and he could see your cleavage showing, teasing him.
He instantly closed his eyes with his hand, grunting as he hates but loves the sight. How many times had he told you that you can't wear provocative clothes? Never, he doesn't want to be called and teased by you for being a pervert, for checking you out. But your hair is so beautiful that he can't force you to change the haircut. You're too pretty like that, it was distracting him so much and he hates it so much he could get a major headache.
"God, how did I ever end up being in the same office room with you?"
"Because I asked the boss to put us together." You cheered, smiling at him.
He looks at you in shock, sighing as he tilts his head backward. You stepped gracefully, holding binders filled with documents in your hand while the other hand patted his neck softly. He stiffened for a moment by your touch but his eyes glared at you. He swatted your hand off of him and you chuckle, going back to your seat.
Yeosang pokes his head into your and Seonghwa's office, his eyes slowly scanning the area. He noticed the peaceful atmosphere and stepped in, walking past Seonghwa's desk and making his way towards you. He leaned forward, talking to you in a sensual voice, flirting with you.
"Are you free this weekend?"
"I'm always free for you." You whispered.
You and Yeosang aren't dating but in fact, just friends with benefits. Every weekend, you'll spend the day together, going to movies, hanging out, or just chilling. But when it's night, he'll bring you to the club where he'll enjoy watching you swing that ass of yours and lastly fuck the living shit out of you at his apartment.
Seonghwa knew it all too well since he'll always overhear Yeosang telling the other male employees about how great you are the next day you guys had sex. But what's more shocking is that you aren't just fucking around with Yeosang but almost half of the male employees in the office. All except him.
He felt angry and disappointed, why would you fuck other guys when you love to tease him so much? He wonders this more than once, letting it go but he'll always ask himself the same question over and over again when he sees you. Of course, he'd lie to others that he once fucked you but he hoped you didn't expose him for lying. He silently listens to your conversation with Yeosang, his hand came down to his thigh and slowly rubbed it.
"See you this Saturday, baby." He winked, walking out of the office.
Seonghwa took a deep breath, fixed his position, and clenched his jaw when you called his name. "Seonghwa. Hey, Hwa."
"What?" "Your thighs are itchy?" He looks at you and realized he has been rubbing his thigh for quite a while.
"N-None of your business!" He said before getting up, leaving the office with a flustered face.
Seonghwa rushes into the restroom, wetting his face in the sink before looking at himself in the mirror. He clenched his fist, groaning as he could feel his cock straining in his underwear, growing warm when he remembered the details that Yeosang had told about sex with you. He then went inside one of the cubicles, locking it.
He puts down the toilet lid and sits on it. He stays there for a little longer, bouncing his left leg up and down. He immediately felt his dick growing in his pants, saying hello to its owner. His hand slowly reaches his little friend, palming himself through the fabric. He groans, fumbling with his belt and unzipping his zipper.
Ignoring everything around him, Seonghwa took off his pants just so he can pull out his dick. Closing his eyes, he bit his bottom lip. Rolling them between his fingers, he moaned softly. Suddenly, his mind flashed to the way you look at him, and the tits he had seen only a short while ago. Wondering if you would have given him head, or even jerk him off.
The thoughts had made him increase his speed. He tugged at his cock quicker, and the sound of the bathroom door opening nearby made him reluctantly open his eyes. He stopped his movements as he hears other colleagues' voices in the same area as him. He cover his mouth with the other hand, slowly moving the other as he was close.
Seonghwa wished you were here, jerking him off and causing him to undone. His thumb rubbed over his slit, and he could feel the fire burning in the pit of his stomach grew more and more. Seonghwa was unable to keep his eyes open as he leaned his head back. He imagines him fucking you senselessly and not the other men.
"F-Fuck.." He moans as soon as the guys outside have left.
Seonghwa's hand was pumping his cock fast, the poor male's legs were shaking with pleasure. He moaned your name as he came with a few sorts of cum, his hand can't stop, he hates it, hates how you're the reason he's jerking himself off in the men's bathroom. Quickening his pumping, he reached down and played with his balls. Not long after, hot spurts of cum landed on the cold tiles and Seonghwa was breathing heavily.
"I hate you, Y/n.." He mumbled, tucking himself back into his pants.
Yeosang wrapped an arm around your waist, walking with you into the club. The bass from the music pounded through your bones with every beat, sending your blood pulsing through your veins. The heat around you was building up with every movement, bodies pushing in from every side as they all moved to the rhythm of the thrumming music.
"I'll get the drinks." He says, walking towards the bar.
You went to the seat in the corner, sitting alone as you watch other people dance on the dance floor. After a while, Yeosang came with two glasses of drinks, handing one to you. You thanked him, tipping up the glass as you take sips. You sighed, and he nudges your elbow, asking if you wanted to dance.
You agreed.
Dance brings you joy. But what's more, is how he'll place his hands on you. How his body was so close to you, feeling like you can't breathe seeing his angelic face. He then buried his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing your new perfume. Smiling, he bites your skin, whispering in your ear with his deep voice.
"Let's get more drinks and we're out of here."
That's exactly how you're in Yeosang's apartment, getting naked, getting into foreplay, he'll worship your body like no other. However, when it came to sex, you'll always remind him to wear a condom or pull out. You are on birth control, and of course, you're clean, it's just that... You're waiting for someone you've wanted for such a long time, you're just hoping he'll take the hint and make the first move.
You're waiting for him.
You woke up to the sound of the noise from the kitchen. Getting up to the closet, you wore the bathrobe that you'll always wear and head on over to the kitchen. Yeosang smiled, walking towards you and kissing your cheek before he focused back on the pancake he was making.
"You sure don't want to get more sleep?"
"Why so?" He just shrugged. "Well, you fell asleep during our first round, looks like someone is hardworking these days."
You snickered. "I'm just too drunk I guess." He'd shake his head. "Sure you were."
He handed you a plate of pancakes, topping it with some strawberries and maple syrup. He licked his finger which was covered with maple syrup. You smiled, thanking him with a peck on the lips. You could taste the maple syrup on his tongue and he knows that look in your eyes as you stare at his lips.
"Breakfast can wait.. Let me have you first." He whispered, pulling you towards the bedroom.
Seonghwa was walking around in the supermarket, pushing his trolley as he looks at the shelves. Getting the usual grocery that he list, he walks to the men's healthcare aisle. Scanning the shelf, he takes a deodorant and has a sniff. Unsatisfied, he tries the others. Just then, a couple stands next to him, checking the shelf as well.
"Oh, I found it." The boyfriend said, pointing.
Seonghwa lowered his gaze to see but quickly looks away. There were condoms, right next to the deodorant and men's razors section he's at. He gulped, sniffing the other deodorant and quickly putting the one he likes in his trolley. He heard their giggles, and he blushed as they started dirty talking. He quickly walks away, to the cashier.
Getting into his house, he arranges the stuff he had brought to their places. He took off his cap. putting it on the bed. Seonghwa sighs and was about to enter the bathroom, but his phone rings. It was you, weird, what do you want? He muttered, picking up the call. He heard moans and was taken aback.
He was about to hang up the call since he doesn't want to invade your privacy. However, there was Yeosang's voice too, his eyes grew wider than just now. Swallowing greedily, he focused on your voice, the sound of your whine and whimper, the way you beg for Yeosang, screaming his name, it made his fists clench.
Don't call his name.
Scream mine.
Say Park Seonghwa.
Please.
He took a deep breath as he heard your loud moan, reaching your orgasm. You panted and Seonghwa was holding on to his breath. He hangs up the call, staring at the phone for a moment. He then sits on the bed, clenching the bedsheets as he feels his wrath grow.
I'll make her pay for this.
It's been weeks and you wonder why would Seonghwa ignores every little thing you do. You try to distract him by touching his thigh in the meeting room, but he didn't show any reaction, in fact, he was so focused on the boss, not pay a single glance at you. You began to get frustrated when he instantly left the meeting room when it was over.
You lean your chin on your palm, staring at Seonghwa as he casually types on his keyboard. His delicate hands move freely and you sigh. Once and then twice. You noticed your little move causes his eyebrow to twitch. Finally, you know what to triggers him, he's sensitive to the sounds you made not the actions.
You started your plan by drumming your fingers on the desk, and next, your heels tapping on the floor. You smirked when you saw his adam's apple bobbed up, gulping. Seonghwa glances over and caught by you, smiling mischievously as you recognized that face of his. He raised from his seat, going towards your desk.
"Looks like someone is mad." You teased, leaning against your chair.
"Looks like someone is hungry for dicks." He retorts which surprised you.
He leaned forward, resting his palms on your desk. You raised a brow at him, sucking a breath as he came face to face with you. His stone-cold expression makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You stare at each other and he made the first move, just like you've been wishing for. He raises your chin with his fingers as he scoffed.
"Slut." He whispered.
"I am not." You glare at him.
"Say it again."
"I am-" He squeezes your cheeks with his hand causing you to stop mid-sentence. "Slut, that's what you are."
He smirked, leaning closer to your face. You gulped and try to release yourself from him but he gripped your cheeks more. You both shared eye contact for a good five seconds before he whispered, mouthing I hate you and harshly releasing your face.
He smiled as he saw the surprised look you had when you stare at him. He scoffed and went to his desk again, just in time, a co-worker knocked and came into the office room. If he didn't keep his cool, she would've walked in him and you by the window, fucking.
It was almost midnight and most of your co-workers had left the building, especially Seonghwa who was the first to step out of the office you both shared. You were given extra tasks but luckily you get to finish them in a nick of time. You swept your hair out of your face when you walk out of the office. Your heels made clicking sounds as you step onto the hard floor.
You drove back to your apartment, a place where you can relax your mind. That's what you thought until you instantly saw Seonghwa standing right in front of your door as soon as you stepped out of the elevator.
"What are you doing here?"
"My car's tire flattens, and I don't have a spare tire in the car. Since your place is the closest to where I was, I came here." He shrugged.
"You could've gotten the cab or something."
"Just open the door, I'm freezing here." He urges.
"You don't tell me what to do, and I don't give you permission to enter either." You said, unlocking the door but shoving him out.
He scoffed. "I waited hours in the cold and you'll just kick me out?"
"That's why you'll have to think twice before coming here!" You snapped and he looked down.
"Well, how about Yeosang?" You tilted your head. "What?" He raised his head.
"And other male workers? Oh, even other random guys you had brought into your apartment? How come they can go in and I don't?"
"They're just sex buddies, nothing more." You were about to close the door but he stopped you.
"Then, let me be one of your sex buddies too." He said, pushing the door fully open. "Seonghwa- No!"
He pulled you inside and locked the door, throwing his bag on the floor before taking off his jacket. You called his name but he continues to undress, going for his tie, and went to untuck his shirt. He was about to unbutton his button-up shirt but you yelled at him, catching his attention.
"We can't do this." You mumbled when you saw the tears in his eyes. "Why.. Why would you say no to me but yes to everybody."
"Why would you say yes to him and not me?! Why would you make me hate you even when I don't want to!? What is your purpose, Y/n!" He was out of breath, tears threatening to fall.
"Because I don't want to fall in love with you."
"I fear rejection."
"That's why I'll always mess around with other guys and not you."
You both eye each other. And you were the first to break down, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clenched your fist. Seonghwa was not far behind, his tears slowly dropped, following the line of his cheekbones.
"Y/n, it's too late now, I have fallen for you." He whispered, stepping closer.
"I hate you but my love for you grows stronger as you keep bothering me." He cradles your cheeks softly this time.
"And I don't want to hate you anymore, so please, love me?"
He leaned in, kissing you soundly before dropping his lips to your neck. You let out a deep moan as he bites the skin, marking you as his. He runs his hands down your sides. Burning a pathway in your skin beneath your clothes with his fingers. He grows at the sight of you.
He slowly moves you to the wall, slamming your back against it. You roll your hips into him making him groan against your neck. The silly fight had gotten to him and now here he was, fingers digging into your hips, his mouth devouring yours, grinding his hardness mercilessly against you.
You tug on his collar and he pulls away, panting heavily as he stares at you. He nodded and you slowly began to unbutton his shirt as you admire his body. Your hands touch his chest, up to his shoulders, and his neck. He takes the shirt off, letting you see his perfect figure. He started to unbuckle his belt and you help to push his pants down.
He wasn't ready went you dropped to your knees. It feels like a dream to him, it's finally happening. You were stroking his thighs, seeing his thighs flexed makes your heart race. You stopped for a second, tilting your head up to look at him. He looks ethereal. You then focused on his briefs, his hard cock straining out.
"Can I do it?" You asked, gulping.
He nodded, whispering, "Go ahead."
The sight of his member lifting out of his briefs had your lips parting in awe, saliva gathering in your mouth purely at the glorious size of him. You knew you would not be able to take him, but you were willing to try once you had him flushed and on the edge of his high. Your mouth finally parting and sliding down his length certainly did.
The sound of Seonghwa groaning with such satisfaction had you pushing your thighs together, the depth of it unbelievably arousing and distracting you momentarily. After refocusing on the task at hand, you started to work your mouth and fingers in unison, pumping up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, milking as much pleasure as you possibly could through the way that your tongue traced delicately around his length, caressed the vein that throbbed eagerly on the underside, hollowing your cheeks so that you could suck hard.
From his lips slipped your name in delicious moans and throaty grunts, hips rolling up into your mouth with a fuck you are so good or praising when you would venture deeper for him with that's a good girl drifting into your ears and making you whimper quietly around him which straining to refrain from reaching your free fingers between your thighs to satisfy yourself.
Seonghwa's hand that was tangled in the strands of your hair had gone slightly slack with the euphoria that was rushing throughout his limbs, tightening every time you would push down, encouraging you to go deeper, harder. But you were in the mood to make him wait, for him to earn the privilege of feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat.
"Y/n, faster, I'm close.." He groaned, resting a hand against the wall behind you as the other hand gripped your hair tightly.
His entire muscles frame quivered at the sensation. Eyes fluttering shut, he thrusts forward, cumming in your mouth. You smiled as you swallowed, looking up at him. After you kiss the tip of his dick, he instantly pulls you up, slamming you against the wall again. He went for another kiss, more aggressive than before.
"Say you love me." He muttered.
"Come on, say the word love on me." He bit your earlobe.
"I l-love you, Seonghwa.." You obeyed, resting your hands on his chest.
Seonghwa hummed as he pulled away from you and looked you up and down. Your eyes were full of lust, you want him and you want him now. His fingers lightly touches your shoulder and quickly went to unbutton your shirt. He moved his eyes down to your chest. that's where he saw the cup of your bra peeking out as he was halfway done unbuttoning. His finger looped around the strap and slowly let it down your skin.
"You are so perfect.." He whispered, caressing your skin.
He licked his lips before diving to kiss your neck, trailing down to your chest where he'll unzip your skirt, letting it down slowly. You let out a breathy moan when he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers toying with your clit and casually poking your entrance multiple times, letting out the sound of wetness.
"Did you get turned on by sucking me off?" He scoffed.
"I knew you're a slut."
Suddenly, he picked you up, going to the bedroom. His dick pressing against your naked stomach as he opens the door to the bedroom. You were laying flat on the bed, staring into his eyes as he lowered himself, resting his elbows on either side of your head. You gasped, the way his cock rested on your stomach and slowly moved up and down made you shiver.
He feels warm, very warm.
Seonghwa smiles as he likes the way you're looking at him. Eyes half-opened, mouth slightly agape, and chest heaving up and down. He grabbed his cock, pumping it a little before aiming for your entrance. You stuttered as he slowly pushed in and whimpered as he was halfway inside you. You grabbed the bed sheet, listening to his coos as he pushes all the way in. He's the longest you've ever had and probably the best one so far.
"Are you okay?" He asked, caressing your cheeks.
You nodded and he grabbed your chin harshly. "Say it properly."
"Y-yes, Hwa.." You stuttered, shakily nodding.
He smirked, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. You were moaning when he started to shallowly thrust in and out. His tip perfectly hits your cervix, and your walls clenched on him once he latched his mouth on your nipple. His warm mouth kissed and sucked your nipple as his eyes stared innocently yet devil-like into your eyes.
The silly fight had gotten to him and now here he was, on top of you as he quickens his pace. You were enjoying this too much, so much that Seonghwa begin to slow down just before you can reach your climax. You gazed at him, eyes searching for an answer while your hips moved on their own. He noticed what you were doing and push your stomach down, his fingers digging into your hips as his mouth devoured yours.
"I should give you punishments for all of the teasings you did." He kissed your cheek.
"I could edge you for hours." He gives a sharp thrust.
"A-ah!" You whined, his pace suddenly quickens. "Or I could make you cum over and over again until I'm satisfied."
"I like the face you're making, let's go for the second choice." He grinned, ramming into you fast.
The night keeps on going and you wonder how long you both had been doing it. The way Seonghwa holds you gently yet firmly by your hips as he rams into you from behind. You panted, tears on your face and sweat glistening all over your skin. You were so lost in thoughts, your eyes were half-closed as you clenched on him. Seonghwa smirked, leaning down his upper body fully, his chest met your back.
"What's wrong? Don't you like to be in multiple rounds and multiple positions?"
"I-I.. I like it.." You answered and your spine shivered as he massaged your breasts.
"Would you rather have sex with me or Yeosang?" His question came out of nowhere.
"Answer, slut." He insisted, his hands squeezing your breasts harshly.
"W-with you! Fuck, that hurts..!" You were breathing hard and his thrusts never faltered.
Seonghwa chuckled as he carefully fondled your breasts. He pinched your nipples to get a reaction from you, and his hand slowly went up to your neck. He grabbed your throat and tilt your head up, kissing you slowly. He stares at you for a while, amazed by the way you look at him now. He starts to feel things again, his eyes closed as he pushed your upper body down on the mattress, ass up with your legs spread wider. He intertwined your fingers with him as he quickly catch his orgasm.
"I'm going to cum.. I'll cum in you.. Make you mine.."
"M-My slut.."
His words made you clench on him in instant, and you were moaning like there's no tomorrow. He pounds into you quickly and hard, and you were the first to release. Sighing, you moved your hips with Seonghwa. The way he immediately gripped your wrists had made you flinch and the feeling of his cum being shot inside of you was incredible. He groaned, dick twitching as he spurts out more of his semen.
"Hold on, i-it keeps coming out." He exhaled, teeth nipping on your earlobe.
You whined at how full you are right now and once he's done, he thrusts in and out a few times before he pulls out slowly. His hot breath fanning on your back as he gets up. You remained on the bed, ass up as his cum oozing out of your pussy. He grinned at the view, his large hand softly touching your inner thigh, gradually moving up before shoving his fingers to fuck the cum back inside. You whimpered, even more, ass twitching as your hands clenched on the sheets.
"Such a dirty slut you are, huh?" He stilled his fingers in you.
"Taking my cum like a whore." He smiled, his other hand spanking your ass cheek harshly.
"O-only for you.." You mumbled. "What did you say? Can you say it louder this time?"
You bit your bottom lip. "Only for you!" You shouted. "That's a good girl."
He caressed your red ass and kissed your back before pulling out his fingers and humming at the taste of you and him. You then collapse on the bed, eyes teary as he lays beside you. He smiled, pulling you closer to his chest, cooing as it feels uncomfortable to move. He really gave you that feeling that you were going to struggle walking in the morning and this is the first time someone ever cum inside you and you were glad that it was him, someone, you've always wanted.
"Was I too rough with you?" You shake your head. "No, I like this new side of you."
He chuckles before he becomes hesitant again. "Do you think.. I'm, better than Yeosang?"
"Seonghwa, you're always the better one." You said, and he nodded.
"You said you love me, does that mean.."
"Slow down, big boy, take it slowly, would you?" He giggled, nodding afterward.
"Also, I'm sorry for being annoying every day and sorry that I spilled coffee on your shirt last time."
Summary: They came to spend time in your small apartment to watch their favorite show on the television, but then, it all turn hot and steamy between you, your boyfriend, and his best friend.
Author’s Note: I am focusing on posting smuts before something big for y’alls. Enjoy.
You slumped back on your bed, the previous week drilling into your head with deadlines from college and declined some events from friends. You sighed heavily, everything had taken its toll on you, not only mentally, but physically as well. You just used the remaining spites of energy relaxing in a hot bath with colorful water and thick mounds of bubbles. It was the only time you had to focus on yourself all week.
Just before you can turn off the table lamp, your small apartment echoed with the loud ringing from the doorbell, followed by the wild knocking on the door. You rubbed your eyes with the open palms of your hands, exhaustion didn't scratch the surface. With heavy steps, you went to open the door, peeking a bit with half-open eyes.
"Hey, babe!" Your boyfriend, Wooyoung greeted happily.
"Hi, Y/n." His friend, Seonghwa, smiled while waving his hand.
"What are y'all doing here? It's night." You said, opening the door.
Wooyoung landed a peck on your right cheek without saying a word and you noticed Seonghwa placed a plastic bag on the kitchen counter. Then, the both of them settled on your couch, turning on the television. You raised a brow, shutting the door behind you. You went to see what's inside of the bag and found multiple snacks. You walked towards them and placed the bag on the coffee table. Wooyoung had his head laid on Seonghwa's lap as they played on their phone, eyes completely on the screen.
"Uh, why did you guys buy these?" You asked,
"Because~ We'll be here for a while, our apartment has no electricity because they're fixing what the fuck it is we don't know and our favorite show will be held tonight!" Wooyoung explained with slight irritation.
"And now you're crashing at my place." "Bingo!" He cheered.
"You wanna join, babe?" "I think I'll pass, I'm heading to bed." "Oh, okay, good night!" He waved.
You sighed, there's no need to be angry at them. Since you're too tired, you amble to your bedroom and heard Wooyoung shouted as he sits up, bouncing on the couch.
"Wargh!! It's starting!" He grabbed a bag of chips and immediately opened it.
"These guys.." You mutter but remain calm, flopping on your bed, face first.
You're not really sure what's happening to you. All you remembered was that Wooyoung climbed up the bed and lay down behind you, sleeping together. You just let him hug you from behind and have your alone time together. Just having a moment of peace and quiet, but now you feel hot, very hot.
Your mind feels hazy, as evident of the dream, you're currently having. You can't see an inch in front of you through the thick white fog. You can only hear a voice. A low, sweet voice that tells you that everything will be ok. You can almost tell who that voice belongs to, Wooyoung. He tells you that he'll make you feel good.
You feel a hand slowly trail down your figure, although you can't see it, it made your skin tingle. You sigh softly as its fingers trail from your neck, past the valley between your breasts, and they start to veer off to the left as it makes its way down your stomach to reach your thigh. You open your eyes a bit and see another man laying in front of you, Seonghwa, to be exact. He had his back facing you, laying on his side.
"Woo.." You exhaled, slowly waking up.
"Relax, princess." "No, we can't.. There's Seonghwa-" You gasped when his fingers made contact with your clothed clit.
"He wouldn't know if you keep quiet, you know?" He teased and you nodded slightly.
You're on your back now and you're feared that if Seonghwa would suddenly wake up. But then again, you're more immersed in the hand that carefully pulls your thighs apart with little tension between them. You find that the heat you're feeling isn't on the surface, but on the inside, and instead of fearing the other hand that has now introduced itself to your body, you anticipate what it'll do.
The hand on your thigh treads lightly, inching closer to your core and you release another, shakier sigh. Your heart beats faster as the thin layer of clothes on your body move to expose your most intimate places. With the cool air now able to embrace your nakedness, your nipples harden. The second hand gently kneads at your right breast with your nipple peeking between its middle and ring fingers.
The first-hand dips two careful fingers between your lower lips. You realized just how aroused you were in the midst of your curiosity. His hand slowly rises upward to tease two small circles around your stiffened bundle of nerves. You can hear his heart beating loudly. No doubt a reaction to the way your body reacts to being touched.
"Look at you, so wet for me already," He whispers to you, his voice coming off as more of a growl than the sweeter tone he took before.
"More, more.." A pitiful whine escaped from your mouth.
"Quiet, princess.. Do you want Seonghwa to hear us?" He chuckles.
He pinches your nipple and rubs the hardened bud between the knuckles of his fingers. You let out a weak mewl as you push your chest more into the palm of his hand. His two fingers stroke tenderly at the folds of your pussy. He adds a bit of pressure near your entrance and you gush with an embarrassingly wet sound. Your lips part in quick, breathless pants. You're burning under his touch and he hasn't even really started.
"You're really enjoying this.." He said, and you nodded hesitantly. "Y-yes..-"
"Aren't you, Seonghwa?" He suddenly called his name, making your eyes widen in shock.
Seonghwa didn't move, and you expect that he's still sleeping and think that your boyfriend did that just to tease you. Wooyoung scoffed, feeling unsatisfied. He dips his fingers into your wetness, thickly coating his fingers in your essence and rubbing your clit with his thumb. He's surprisingly relentless when he strokes you and it's more than you think you can handle and you can only moan under his touch.
"Come on, you can moan louder, princess." He whispers.
Your body squirming under a blue flame that'll soon be quickly doused. He pinches one nipple in his hand as the other was enveloped with sudden warmth. It feels like a pair of lips on your breast. The interchanging attack of his steady licks and rough sucking pushes you quickly and close to the edge. It's all going by so quickly, you don't think you can hold out much longer. You can barely get a word out past the moans that constantly interrupt you with his feverish strokes. A silent pleads, he wants you to cum for him. That knot in the pit of your stomach pulled itself so tight that the thread of it snapped.
"Ha.." You hear a sigh and glance at Seonghwa.
His body shivers slightly, and you could see him adjusting his position. Wooyoung smirked, knowing well that his friend has fully woken up, but only faking it. He pulled out his fingers and admire them. Your focus was still gone, but you can see how hot he is when he licked his fingers clean. He then moves towards the older, lowering his lips towards his ear to whisper.
"Come on, Park Seonghwa, you said you wanted to fuck my girlfriend, weren't you?" Your body jolted when Wooyoung landed a loud smack on your inner thigh.
"You see, now is the time, I don't really mind watching my girlfriend getting fucked by best friend." You whined at his words.
"You heard that? She's calling for you, Hwa." Seonghwa gulped, tightening his fists and shutting his eyes.
"I see.. Are you a coward, Park Seonghwa?" His eyes popped open, frowning before he smirks.
In the corner of your eyes, you watch as Seonghwa slowly gets up, glaring at Wooyoung with a dirty smile.
"I'm not a coward, I'm afraid that your girlfriend will leave you for me." He said and Wooyoung chuckles before leaning closer towards his face. "We can share Y/n, what do you think?"
"Sounds like a great deal." He tilted his head at him before looking at you.
Wooyoung immediately knows the gaze that Seonghwa gave you. He quickly gets off of the bed, going to sit in the office chair. You gulped, intensely making eye contact with Seonghwa. He had his eyes locked on your naked body, and you were flustered at how exposed you are now. He kindly smiles, crawling closer towards you like a predator.
"A-ah! Seonghwa-"
Squeaking due to his thrusts, rolling his hips against yours to set a rhythmic pace. His cock is thick and big, just thinking about it makes your mouth water, but you don't have to think about it when it's sliding in and out of your pussy right now. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, a little uncomfortable but he makes it worthwhile. He never forces you to be uncomfortable, but you can take it.
Seonghwa looks lovingly into your eyes as lustful as the situation is, a sin to desire. Mewling his name again, he continues to fuck inside your cunt. Seonghwa grunts as he slams his hips against yours as you whined underneath him. His cock is deeply nestled inside you, fitting snugly and a big cock like his is sure to make you uncomfortable but you take it in the best way you can.
"S-seonghwa!" You swear you can feel him in your stomach. Technically, he already is.
He smiles at your face that's twisted in pleasure, contorting every time he slides himself inside your pussy again. He fucks you as passionate and rough as he can at the same time, making you wail from the sensation.
"Fuck, your girlfriend is so fucking tight." He drawls out in a grunt, feeling you clench around his cock.
"Did you not fuck this little pussy properly, Woo?" You moan by his never-stopping movements.
"Tch. Just fuck her rough then." Wooyoung grumbled, pumping his cock faster.
Your velvety, wet walls are enough to drive Wooyoung insane, he doesn't think he could fuck anybody else. Knowing what makes you twitch, what makes you melt. Moments ranging from cuddling and sweet-talking then escalating to him balls deep inside your pussy, the friction of your jointed bodies driving you closer to the edge, surely mirroring yours. But this time, it's Seonghwa's cock being inside of you.
Seonghwa continues fucking you as fast as he can, probably bruising your hips like a total brute. You both can worry about it later, right now you two are going at it like wild animals, which is ironic considering how much animals default to inbreeding.
"Don't stop.. Please!" You whimper the last part out due to the snapping of his hips.
He is absolutely relentless fucking you, sure he can have his sweet moments, but he wants it hard. He has been waiting for months to have you as his. He allows himself to get further within your pussy, rubbing against your sensitive, flushed walls as he holds onto your hips, rocking into your body as your legs shake.
"I'm close-!" You moan like the little slut you are, mind-melting at the feeling of his cock twitching inside your wetness.
"M-me too, love.." Seonghwa moans the last part out as his cock finds its way inside you again, moving so barbarically.
A whine escapes your lips, mindless babbles following after it. He repeatedly moves inside you, pace faltering but still holding that rough fastness like previous sessions, still making you moan loudly for Wooyoung to hear. He pumped his cock fast enough until he climax. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back against the chair, eyes still watching you.
"Cum inside her, Hwa." He instructs and Seonghwa was happy to oblige.
He repeatedly slams his hips against yours, practically hovering over the edge as he got a little too into it.
"That's it, yeah, take your boyfriend's best friend's cock inside your tiny hole." He hisses out, manhandling you with the rough grip of his hands placed on your hips along with his cock bruising your insides.
Your legs shake and tremble, harder this time due to the absolute wave of pleasure washing over you and him, feeling his hot and thick, gooey cum dump itself inside your pussy, clenching around it as you were over the edge too. He helps you ride it out, hips still snapping against yours, even if they're not set in rhythm like previously. Seonghwa groans when he feels the flood of your own cum on his cock, a feeling that makes him feel that good. Waiting for a few moments to shake off the overwhelming feeling, he looks at you.
Smiling, he slowly pulled out, lying beside you. His chest raised at a rapid pace. Just before you know it, a hand rested on your stomach, sliding it further down to your used cunt. You lifted your body slightly and your hand was quick to grab Wooyoung's wrist to immediately stop any further work he would've done to you. He swatted your hand away and quickly plugged his fingers into your wet pussy, making you moan in surprise.
"Ah, ah, my turn, princess." He said, earning a chuckle from Seonghwa.
"Why don't we do it all together? After all, we're sharing, right?" He sits up, caressing your face.
"Of course, what do you say, princess?" Their eyes were on you, and you gulped before you whisper.
.||. Warnings: dom!Wooyoung, sub!Reader, oral sex (f) receiving, food play (Wooyoung teasing reader), etc.
Word Count: 1K Words.
Summary: Maybe buying him donuts is a good idea?
Author's Note: Still practicing, don't mind me.
"Wooyoung!" As soon as you walked into the apartment, you yelled his name, causing the boy to jump from his seat in the living room.
"You scared the hell out of me, Y/n." He murmured this while rubbing his chest.
"I'm sorry, but I brought you something!"
You hurriedly place a package on the coffee table. He then looked at the box that had been placed in front of him. With his fingertips, he felt the package.
"So, what is this?" He inquired.
You might swear he was humming in happiness with his face.
"Open it!"
You said, anticipating his astonishment as he opened the package and revealed the contents. He shook his head as he smirked. Donuts, they were donuts. He picked the chocolate-covered one with nuts on it and examined it pleasantly in the air. He then grinned, delighted by your small gift.
Wooyoung took a mouthful and delicately chewed a portion of the donut. When it made initial contact with his mouth, his eyes glittered. On his tongue, he felt a soft, tender texture with just the right amount of sweetness and crunchiness. It was your turn to crack a witty retort.
"How's it taste-?"
More smooth, leisurely licks on the donut. You had to take a breather. Your gaze followed his tongue as it slid back and forth on the donut. Because he was so immersed in the divine flavor, he seemed to have forgotten about your presence. He nibbled a little, then licked some more and nibbled much more.
"Mmm..." In your ears, he sounds like he's moaning.
He licked both inside and outside the donut hole. Some chocolate got on his fingers, so he licked those as well. Suddenly, your cheeks were heated, and your entire body began to burn. As you watched him consume his gift, you felt an unpleasant current flow through you
Watching him eat had an effect on you, and you suddenly felt uneasy where you were standing. In between all the licks and nibbles, he eventually finished the donut. He'd discovered a need for more. You concentrated your attention on him as he licked the rest of the chocolate and almonds from his finger. He saw you had become a bright crimson color as he glanced at you.
"What's the matter, Y/n?" He inquired jokingly and was going to grab for another doughnut when you closed the box on him.
"Mayyyyybe that's enough donuts for you today, haha, it's not healthy to eat a lot in a day, you know?" You flashed him a sickeningly lovely grin.
Your pitch was higher than you intended. You were giggling uncomfortably all over the place. You can't stand seeing him eat another one, it's driving you nuts. He sought to grab the box from you, but you were faster, moving away from his grasp.
"Can't I just have one more?" He inquired, sulking and pointing.
"Alright. Fine. But on one condition," You conceded and he immediately sits like a good boy.
"I'll feed you," You stated emphatically.
"Ok," He responded.
You got another donut from the box and split it up into bits, forcing him to taste it. This time it was a white one with colorful sprinkles on top, and he enthusiastically accepted every piece you pushed into his mouth. But part of the icing had been stuck to your finger, and your scheme was unraveling. Wooyoung gently nibbled your finger and sucked the icing off.
"Woo.."
He didn't know he was licking your finger until you yelped because he was so anxious to taste the icing again.
"Oh," he smirked contentedly.
Your face was the same color of bright red a while ago. He understood why now.
"Y/n," He murmured, "I wonder whether your donut hole is sweeter than the ones I ate." He smirked.
"Ah... Ah... Oh... Wooyoung... Ah!"
You moaned, your body twisting in delight as your naked legs rested on Wooyoung's muscular shoulders. In the midst of the chaos, you found yourself splayed out and naked on the living room floor, with the purple-haired guy in between your legs.
Wooyoung's tongue delicately passed over your sensitive clit, causing your pussy to pulsate. His lips caressed your silky sheath over and again, prompting your hands to clutch the rug underneath you. Your peripheral vision was filled with stars, and you could feel your essence flowing out of your slit.
You were drenched.
Your breath caught in your throat when Wooyoung's body shifted beneath you. "Babe, relax,"
Wooyoung whispered, understanding your trepidation, and began a path of moist kisses up your inner thigh as he felt your legs tense slightly. His hands stroked your curves softly, hoping to ease his cherished friend.
"I'm sorry," You say, your sex pulsated with eagerness as you inhaled.
Each of Wooyoung's kisses on your exposed skin sent shockwaves through your body and butterflies dancing in your tummy. Part of you wanted to figure out what was going on, but everything felt so fucking fantastic.
"Ah, that's much better,"
Wooyoung said, chuckling as he felt your limbs relax. He grinned and stroked your nub in a circular motion with his palm. A moan escaped your lips as a result of the feeling. You could feel the pressure building up in your abdomen, and you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.
In reaction to Wooyoung's vigorous caressing, your hips gyrated, seeking more pleasure. He removed his hand without warning, and his lips returned to your slit, his tongue delving deep into your folds. Wooyoung gladly murmured, tasting your earthy flavor.
"Please- Wooyoung-!"
You begged, your cheeks flushed from being on the verge of bliss as he tongue fucked you. Your hands stretched for your own naked breasts, squeezing your soft mounds and tweaking your nipples alternately.
As his tonguing got more intense, your breathing became uneven. When you reached your climax, your body trembled with euphoria, and you let out a loud moan as you rode out your orgasm. You felt your essence erupt from you.
"All of the delicious flavors are in here." He poked your entrance while smirking, making you squirm.
.||. Warnings: dom!Jongho, sub!Reader, teasing, blindfolded, breast fucking, marking, light bondage, overstimulation, unprotected sex, etc.
Word Count: 880 Words.
Summary: Spicy night with your boyfriend, as he keeps testing your limits.
Author's Note: How long has it been? More than 3 months yeh hehehe, enjoy my work cause I am busy with my university life ooft.
A gentle feeling moves up the outside of your thighs. Delicate fingertip glides across them. His breath touched your chest, then his mouth wrapped around your already swollen nipple, his tongue softly licking. Your eyelashes brushed across the silk fabric of your blindfold, causing you to whimper.
As he nibbled on your nipple, he shifted his hand to pinch and play with your other, laying over yours. His other hand went down your side, resting at your waist. As he went to divert his attention to your ear, your nipple felt a blast of frigid air. As you moaned softly, he bit on your lobe.
"I like the way you sound, so beautiful." He growled.
"Jongho, please.."
"Relax, you're so impatient."
You sighed in frustration. He was really taking his time tonight. You felt him shift his knees to either side of you as you craved his touch... only to realize how much he had planned to tease you tonight. The tip of his dick brushed against your belly button.
You sighed, "Jongho..."
"Shh...I want you to feel me all over the place."
You felt him trace his tip all the way down your stomach, then circle each breast before pressing his hands together and sliding his dick between them. He moved slowly forward and back, his tip grazing your chin as you realized how hard he was.
His hands were firm against your breasts, and you could feel his movements becoming less and less restrained. He let go of your breasts, and you wept for the loss of his touch. He then ran his finger up and down your nose.
"You are absolutely perfect for me tonight."
"Allowing me to use you. Every single part of you."
"You'll have to thank me later for giving you such treatment, Y/n."
As he ran his fingers along your slit, you felt his body weight lay across you. You couldn't help but squirm, and he responded with a hand pressing down on your hip, holding you in place while sliding fingers inside you.
"You're way too wet for me.."
"Maybe I should make you wait this long all the time.."
You grumbled and you got a small laugh out of him. He took his fingers off your cunt and raised your legs so that your hips met his. He positioned himself in front of your entrance and finally began to fuck you properly.
The rope tightened around your wrists as he thrust into you, slowly at first, methodically, then quickly as his hands squeezed on your hips. You knew you'd wake up with bruises, and you knew how much he'd enjoy seeing his marks on you.
You moaned as you sensed him losing control. He'd been so preoccupied with trying to tease you that he'd been holding himself back, and you could tell he wasn't going to be able to do so much longer.
He shifted his weight across you, more of his body weight. As his thrusts became less and less controlled, he buried his head in the crook of your neck and began sucking and biting your skin. As you shrieked and he grunted, your hips bucked to meet his thrusts. Your sounds piqued his interest even more as his movements became less precise. His hands moved down from your hips to grab your ass.
"J-Jongho!"
You screamed, feeling his cock twitch inside you. You could tell he was close, his breathing was hard, fast, and becoming increasingly audible. He let out a loud moan as you felt him spill inside of you, hips twitching and fingers digging into your ass cheeks to the point of pain. You were both panting and gasping for air.
Jongho is still inside of you, moving in and out slowly. You whimpered, feeling exhausted. He untied your blindfold as his hands reached to lift your head. You opened your eyes to see his contented face untying your wrists.
He threw the restraints off the bed and continued slowly thrusting into you. He also noticed your wrist was slightly bruised as he brushed your hair behind your ear. He then looked you in the eyes lovingly.
"I want to fuck you again, I want to see your eyes roll to the back of your head. Care for another round, baby?"
The possibility of him repeatedly fucking you over and over again, excites you. "Yes, please go ahead."
He smiled and grabbed your arm, kissing the back of your hand before repositioning it on each side of your head. He entwined your fingers with him, and his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. His thrusts quickened, and you sighed, hips bucking up to meet them. He kissed your neck mark and stares at you.
"Y/n, come on. Let me see your eyes rolled back." He grunts as he picks up speed.
"A-ah, hold on, it's too much-" You sighed and whimpered.
He doesn't stop, thrusting in and out quickly until he achieves his goal. As you approached your orgasm, you moaned loudly, your back arched, and your eyes rolled back. He flashed a smile and started kissing your lips until his seeds spilled inside of you again. You both panted after staring at each other for a few moments.
Summary: Mr. M, the man who performs while wearing a mask, has always piqued your interest. But then, one day, you happen to meet him face to face, unaware that he is the Mr. M you admire.
Author's Note: I write and serve, you read to preserve. Love every one of you.
Taglist: @treasure-hwa
There he goes, skating around the rink as he focused on doing jumps and spins. A few cheering and applause could be heard throughout the area as he manages to do the tricks well. A proud smile appeared on his masked face as he begins the last 360-degree spin and posed majestically in the middle of the rink without losing his balance. He pants and takes a deep breath before spreading out his arms and bows to the crowd, hearing the loud cheer as a response made him smile once again, skating out of the rink to let the other performer get ready for the next show.
"Thank you for that fantastic performance Mr. M! The audience seems to love it!"
The man with the white mask was happy with the throng, lifting his hands to wave at them. He then exited, heading into a room in the rear where no one could see him. There he can relax comfortably, no one will bother him, and no one will identify his actual identity once he removes his disguise. After removing the mask, he could easily drink some water from the small bottle, swallowing and sighing as he drank it in one go.
When he heard his name called, the man who identified himself as Mr. M stepped up. He hastily puts on his mask and checks it in the mirror before heading out to prepare for the duet performance with his companion. He skates softly to the center of the rink while the entire area is dark, owing to his white outfit, his partner can see him in the dark and get ready for the performance. They begin to move as soon as the music plays.
You observe the couple in the rink with complete focus, your eyes filled with adoration and amazement. Your right hand was holding your phone, filming the spectacular performance, and you were speechless. They were in perfect rhythm, everything was flowing swimmingly, and you began to sway side to side as a result of the relaxing music. Everything was nice, sitting alone with strangers, taking comfort in the fun you're having at the moment, and so on.
But your gaze was drawn to the man, whose body glides fluidly and is unusually flexible for a man. Everything about him is enigmatic, his identity and face is the most asked question. You wonder what he looks like, how his voice and personality are if you ever get to see him face to face. Unfortunately, once the show ended, he was nowhere to be located. All you can do is sit in the crowd and observe him from afar.
As the song stopped, everyone rose to applaud, including you, who cheered wildly. You ended the recording and placed your phone aside so you could clap loudly. Before leaving the rink, the man bowed with his partner and waved to the spectators. The emcee declared that the show was over, and people began to grab their belongings and leave the auditorium.
You make your way out, following the crowd, and when you get there, you go straight to get something to eat. You left the building and met with a vendor outside of the building. You paid the woman for a burger and proceeded to sit at the bus stop, waiting for the bus as you munch your burger. When the bus arrives, you immediately got on, and head back to your dorm. You wanted to share the videos and photos you had taken with your roommates.
You're halfway home when you realize you can't find your phone. You'd left your phone in the auditorium, groaning, and you'd have to wait another hour in the bus to get back to the auditorium, hoping that your phone would be preserved, perhaps returned to lost and found? You are perplexed but swiftly shake your head. No, no way. People nowadays will actually take and maybe sell it. Your mind is racing, and you're praying that your phone is still where you left it.
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A man entered the auditorium quietly and proceeded to a back door. After opening the door, he noticed Mr. M from behind. He approached him stealthily as the man was packing his belongings from his locker. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the man's shoulders, shouting his real name. Mr. M's eyes widened and he turned around, closing his friend's mouth with his palm. He then leans down, shushing him.
"You shouldn't yell my name out loud, Wooyoung-ah! People will find out.." He yelled in hushed tones.
His friend, Wooyoung, scoffed as he swatted his hand away. "Relax, San-ie, I mean Mr. M, hehe, I checked the area and there is no one around anymore."
Mr. M, or more likely, San, sighs in relief and irritation as he grabs his bag and walks towards the door. Wooyoung chuckled as they walked out of the backroom and began discussing the performance. San came to a halt as Wooyoung pushed the exit door, his ears twitching and his brow furrowed together as he heard what sounded like a phone ringtone. He then looks around the sitting area for the source of the sound. Wooyoung groans and stomps his feet, his head tilting upwards.
"Come on, let's go! If we arrive late, the delicious cinnamon rolls will be gone!"
"Just hang in there! I think I found it!"
He did, in fact, find it, the phone was under the bench where you sat earlier. Hara, calling, he considers as he looks at the ID name. San then decided to answer the phone, informing the caller that he had just found the lost phone.
"Oh, my God. I apologize for my friend's clumsiness, she must have been so engrossed by the ice skating performance that she forgot to put her phone back into her bag."
San snickered.
"Don't worry, her phone is safe with me now, I'm sure she'll realize and return to get it."
"Thank you very much! Also, could you please tell her to call me as soon as she gets her phone back? Her name is Y/n by the way."
"Mhm, got it and of course, I'll let her know."
San then hangs up the phone and walks towards Wooyoung, still holding the phone in his left hand. Wooyoung was leaning against the wall this whole time, his arms crossed, his face frowning as he looked at San.
"Someone forgets their phone."
"Yes, I can totally tell by the unknown phone you're holding, so, can we go now?"
"And I found it under the bench."
"Uh-huh, can we like, go, now?"
"I want to wait for the owner of this phone. I don't want it to be in the hands of someone irresponsible."
"I- But the cinnamon rolls!"
San insisted to stay, causing his friend to sulk and pout. He then says he'll go buy the cinnamon rolls on his own and return when he's finished. San agreed and company him to walk out of the building, he then watched him get into his car. They exchanged waves before Wooyoung drove away. San shivers as the weather turns cold, he shrugs it off and waits outside the building for the person he believes is the owner of the phone he is holding.
San's legs are tired after a few minutes of standing. He sighs and crouches. He watches as the security guy walks out of the building, bidding goodbye and signaling that the doors to the auditorium are now officially closed and secured. San then studies the phone, he leans his chin in his palms, pouting. Suddenly, a girl rushes by him, inside the building. San was taken aback by how swiftly those legs could sprint. He followed, opening the door and watching as you tried to pry the door to the auditorium.
"No! Open! Please!" You grunt.
"Excuse me, what are you trying to do?" You were startled when you heard a voice coming from behind.
"Ah, I think I left my phone in there.. And the door is locked."
"Oh, so you're Y/n. Here, your phone." He said with a smile, handing the phone back to you.
When you took the phone from him, you felt immediate relief. "I was quite worried, so thank you for taking care of it."
"No big deal!"
You both stood there, staring at the tiles below for a while. Just then, San starts a new conversation.
"Your friend, Hara, called you and I was the one who picked it up. And, she asked me to tell you to call her back since you know.. Not to worry her."
"Oh.. I'll call her now."
You turn on your phone, enter the password, and dial your friend's number. As you speak with Hara, San waits, casually tapping his foot. When you're finished, you awkwardly thank him and wave at him. As you walk out of the building, he returns with a nod and a shy smile, waving back at you. You quickly got onto the bus, leaving the unknown man alone. Unknown man...
"He knows my name, but I didn't get to ask his.." You literally wanted to punch the air right now, but there are lots of passengers on the bus, so you have to resist.
"Hara will kick my ass after this, what a day.."
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"If it wasn't for that stupid phone, we could've got the Cin. Na. Mon. Rolls!" Wooyoung let out his frustration as he had waited in line for several minutes only to be greeted with muffins.
"At least we got muffins," San mumbled, eating the dessert quietly as Wooyoung's left eye twitched in annoyance.
"They only sell them on Sunday.. Which is today!"
"Don't they sell them on Wednesday too?"
"Those are croissants, San! Croissants!"
He charged at the couch's pillow, pounding it before taking a long breath and calming himself down. He then took one of the muffins and gnawed into it, chewing loudly. San chuckled and shook his head, scrolling through his phone. Wooyoung, the nosy neighbor, peered over San's shoulder, curious about what he was looking for.
"You're stalking girls on social media now?"
"It's not stalking, it's just checking."
"Sure you are.. Anyway, who is that?"
"The girl that lost the stupid phone," San emphasized, smirking.
Wooyoung's mouth opened wide as he took the phone from San. He goes through your social media profile, looking at your pictures and whatever you've posted there. Several posts, in particular, drew his attention, smacking San's arm as he was speechless. San groaned as his slaps became more severe, and he finally came to a halt with a hard smack on the thigh. He then shows San the posts he was looking at.
"She's a fan of yours! You met a fan! And, a fan met you, but she doesn't know it's you, and- Damn, she's pretty." San quickly snatched the phone away, glaring at him.
"What? I'm complimenting." San rolled his eyes, continued scrolling.
"Ah~ Love at first sight~ My friend had a crush~ On his fan~"
San smiled shyly as Wooyoung sang, teasing his friend. When the song began to irritate San, he attacked Wooyoung with the same pillow, and they continue to quarrel over cinnamon rolls and muffin crumbs that began to dirty the carpet. And at that moment... His finger accidentally pressed the follow button.
New notification, C.S.S.C started following you.
"Y/n!" From the living room, Hara yelled.
"Yeah?!"
You were in the bathroom, removing your make-up and rubbing your face with a towel. You then approach her, lifting your brow since she's all dolled up. She flaunts her beautiful gown, making you grin and admire her.
"I'm going on a date, so please look after yourself while I'm gone, don't make the kitchen goes on fire."
"Whatever- I mean, have a good time!"
She rolled her eyes and walked out the door. You walked into the kitchen to get some snacks, a bag of chips will do, and then sat down on the sofa and switched on the television. After a few minutes of enjoying the show, the adverts begin, and you complain about the ads. You leaned back, chewing on the chips, and became bored.
You then took out your phone to see if there were any messages from your other college friends. There was a ton of stuff and reminders regarding the assignment's deadline, but you were more interested in this one individual who followed you on Instagram. You check over the profile and are instantly taken aback by the number of postings involving ice skating.
There were other skaters you admired, and it appears that this person is quite interested in ice skating. You keep scrolling down, your attention drawn entirely to the photographs. You had just seen a photo of a man holding up his skates and smiling broadly. Wait a minute, I recognize this person, you thought, trying to recall where you saw his face.
"Shit, me and my small brain.. Come on, I've seen that face before!"
You keep slapping your forehead, but nothing changes. My memory is really bad, isn't it? You questioned yourself and simply pressed the follow back button. After minutes of struggling, you finally remembered. You then send a message, Hi, I know you're the guy that I met last time and I didn't get to know your name. Anyway, you seem to enjoy ice skating like I do, hopefully, we can be friends? You put down your phone and continue with the show after the ads ended.
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"Wooyoung! Woo! Young!" He can hear San's screaming outside of his bedroom.
San bangs on Wooyoung's bedroom door like a lunatic at almost midnight. He then bursts right in, leaping into the bed next to him while flashing his phone. Wooyoung's beauty slumber has certainly been wrecked by him.
"What?"
"I may..or may not, have accidentally followed her but then she followed me back and now I got notifications from her! S-She sends me messages! I don't know what to reply!"
Wooyoung rubbed his eyes as he removed the phone from San's grasp, reading the messages you had sent earlier. He then sighs, typing a few sentences before returning the phone to San. He then covers his head with the blanket as a signal for him to leave the room so he can continue sleeping.
"O-Oh.. Thanks.." He mumbled, walking out of the bedroom and into his own.
He leans on the headboard of his bed. When you answered 'his' messages earlier, he was overjoyed. He grinned as he read the text and pondered how to respond. You both texted about your interest in ice skating and other topics until roughly 2 a.m. when you had to remind him that you were sleepy and had to go to morning class. He was sad and sulking as he typed 'oh, okay.' and sent it to you.
"I'm adoring Mr. M with a fan, but she has no idea it's me, San, the Mr. M. Hehehe!"
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It's been weeks since you met San, and you've chatted and met several times at a nearby cafe. You two talked about your days, and San grew to like you. As he looks at you, he smiles. You were telling him about your classmates' amusing failure. You snapped your fingers in front of his face when you noticed he wasn't even listening, causing him to shake his head in surprise.
"Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"Of course, your friend thought he could kill the insects by himself. But then he got attacked by the flying insects and all of your classmates ran out of the room due to panic."
"Oh, you actually listen. Thank you.."
"Mhm, even if I don't look like it, I'll always listen."
He and you both smiled. He then encourages you to share more stories. In your opinion, he is distinct from the others. You fiddled with your fingers, trying to recall more stories you'd wanted to tell someone. You then go for the ice skating story because you both enjoyed talking about it so much, you decide to tell him that you've always wanted to skate but don't know how to. All you could do was gaze at the beauty of people ice skating in the rink from a distance.
"Would you like to learn it?"
"Skating? I don't think I'll be able to learn it because it seems to be challenging."
"How can you know it's tough if you haven't tried it?"
"So.. I've done it before, okay? People used to laugh at how awful I was when I was in high school."
"Well, we can alter that, I mean, I know how to skate, I can teach you."
"Don't laugh at me, promise?"
"Hmm, okay, promise."
You both made your pinky promise, and San advised you to begin the session the following week. As you stood with him outside the rink in a shopping mall, you were anxious. The big day is here, and you can't deny that you're scared as hell. He grabbed your wrist and drew you inside with him. He assists you in putting on your shoes and guides you inside the rink. You were clinging to him, your legs trembling from the strange terrain.
"You're doing fantastic! Keep on going!" San continues to encourage you.
He would occasionally release to make you feel more confident, but you would instantly panic and flail your arms forward to re-grab him. He chuckles as he assists you in standing up correctly. He skates in front of you, holding your hands and guiding you forward as he skates backward.
You were beginning to regret this, as the other individuals around you made you reflect on the past. San saw how you lost confidence and began to pout as you stared at the ground. He then leads you to the walls and asks you to grip the rails. He glides backward, abandoning you, but then he skates around, pretending as though he's losing his balance and falls, making you laugh at his antics. As you observed him struggling to get up, you thought to yourself, he certainly knows how to cheer someone up.
Although so many others are laughing at him, he doesn't mind since he understands he's there to have fun with you. You gaze down at your ice skates, cautiously letting go of the handrail. You then try to skate to where San is by tumbling back and forth. When San noticed your attempts, he smiled heartily and skated about, teasingly around your body. You could hear that faint giggle from him.
"Didn't you promise not to laugh at me, Choi San?"
"Oops, sorry, it kind of slipped out."
You gave him a stern look, and he quickly apologized with a smile. He then took your hands in his and continued to learn how to skate. You both had a great time, and when you get tired, San will help you get out of the rink. He then asked if you could please wait a few minutes longer. You simply nod as he skates away from you.
You smiled, but after a few tricks like jumps and spins, you became suspicious of him. The fluidity of his moves, his flexibility, and the tricks he performed look very similar to someone you know.
"No way, it can't be him.. Maybe it's just a coincidence. San also enjoys skating, perhaps he learns the tricks by watching Mr. M too much."
San had already taken a seat beside you on the bench without your knowledge. You look at him awkwardly, his eyebrows raised.
"What's up with that expression?" He cocked his head.
"It may sound strange, but your skating style is similar to Mr. M."
"Oh, really?" He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I adore him, to be sure. He's like an idol to me, so I worked hard to emulate him."
"Ah, my bad for suspecting you."
He just shrugs and assists you in taking off your shoes. You both went to get a corn dog for snack time and ate it while walking around the mall. You then started to feel suspicious again, you just can't seem to give up on finding the truth. You then stopped on your track, making San do the same too. He looks at you with a confused face, ketchup smeared at the corner of his lips.
"How come I don't see you anywhere in the auditorium last week? Since, you know, Mr. M is your idol."
"I was busy at that time, I needed to help Wooyoung with his assignment."
"Oh.. Alright.. But how about the other days?"
"Y/n, are you still suspicious of me?"
You couldn't respond to him. You bit your corn dog as you lowered your gaze from his cat-like eyes to the ground. San sighs and moves closer to pat your head. He then simply smiles as he holds your wrist and walks you to a cafe to get you something to drink. You just comply, your heart still believes it's him, that he is Mr. M, but your mind says he isn't. You stare at the picture you captured while sitting alone in the corner of the room, waiting for San. You cast a glance at him, still waiting for his order, and you slowly raised your phone.
"Same broad shoulder, waist, and hairstyle.."
You were spacing out, and San was already dropping the cups of drinks on the table. He then sits in front of you, putting the straws in the drink. You were startled by him poking your forehead. You mumbled a thank you and put your phone away, sipping on the drink. San then feels guilty, should he tell you the truth or should he keep it a secret? He stirs his drink, thinking about it multiple times before he decided.
"Alright, can you keep it a secret?"
"Secret?"
"Okay, I'm.. Mr. M, alright? I'm the masked skater you watch every weekend." He pursed his lips, eyes dilated a bit.
"I was right! You are-" "SHHHH! Shush." You instantly zipped your mouth.
"Sorry.. But, why would you want it to be a secret? You look so cool and elegant you can go for the Olympics even!"
"I know.. Even Wooyoung said that. But I prefer to stay low, without anyone knowing it's me behind those masks. I like it when people know me as Mr. M, I feel like I'm someone else and I have more privacy." You nod, listening to his explanation.
"And.. I just don't like to show my face to the audience."
"Why not? You have a pretty face."
"I feel insecure, I don't think I'm that good-looking."
You squint your eyes, your face turns confused. You then tapped his cheek lightly. "Excuse you, I think you should check yourself in the mirror, and make sure you look at yourself thoroughly."
San snickered, shaking his head. "You wouldn't understand, I'm friends with Wooyoung, and he's a fine gentleman. Most girls swoon over that guy and yeah, not me." He shrugged.
"Is that why you're insecure? Because of a friend is more handsome and popular than you?" You inquired and he nods with a tight smile.
"Alright, well, you see.. I'm friends with Hara. She's more beautiful, gorgeous, and everything you could've thought of. But still, I'm being myself, I'm Y/n. I don't need to be someone else like how you're being Mr. M. You just have to accept yourself, the good and the bad."
San clenched his fist, shaking his head. "No, Y/n, what will happen if no one likes me? People love me as Mr. M and that's it."
"It doesn't hurt to try-" "Shut up, Y/n!" San slammed his palm on the table, glaring at you. But then his face soften as he saw the way you look at him. "I.. am so sorry, Y/n.."
"It's all right, I'm sorry for talking so much." You smiled. "And, um, thanks for everything today, I've had a good time, but I guess it's time for me to go home, Hara's waiting."
As San called your name, you rose and walked away. The past has returned, if you try to advise someone, they will always think you're simply talking a lot. Talking gibberish, being inquisitive, and being a busybody are all examples of empty words. You shake your head, those negative voices in your thoughts creeping up and polluting your thinking. You'd groan as you managed to board the bus, just as the bus driver began driving.
"Y/n!" You spotted San racing outside the bus, attempting to catch up with it.
You turn away, a single tear falling from your left eye, which you brush away. You take a deep breath and clear your throat. San panted as he came to a halt. He sighed and raked his hands through his hair, then he reaches for his phone. He phoned your number, but you declined since you needed some time to calm down.
"Damn it.." He sighed.
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"Stupid. That's all I have to say." As he sipped his coffee at the doorframe, Wooyoung elegantly insult him.
"I know. I agree. Thank you for the reminder." San sighs as he rests on his bed.
"Anyway. Are you planning to perform tomorrow? I was only wondering since you seemed sad and I needed to tell the manager." "Just say yes to the boss." San was constantly sending him away with his hands.
Wooyoung shook his head. "Okay, then." He then leaves him.
He checked his phone, but there was no reply. You decided not to read his words at all. He then went to bed, and perhaps you'll be able to read it the next morning. The day began regularly, with him waking up and preparing for his performance, and now he's in the backroom. He sighs as he looks in the mirror while wearing his mask.
"This is Mr. M." He then removed his mask. "And I'm San." He sighs again, his head down low.
San stands up and puts on his mask again, peering outside. He looks around for you, his gaze drawn to the audience roaring on his partner's performance. He was disheartened. You are not present. You're not sitting in your customary spot. San walks back to the room, pulling out his phone and resting against the wall.
<San>
- You are not here.
- You're not sitting in your normal spot.
- Would you kindly come?
- Please?
It's strange to perform without passion. The music is slow and beautiful, rising and falling in a continuous crescendo as San glides across the ice. The routine's start is typical of its simplicity. He begins by moving forward and then adds a few basic hops and motions to complement the slow portion of the music.
However, when the music kicks up, San speeds up his pace as well, progressing to harder movements. His jumps get riskier, and his spins become longer, quicker, and more dramatic. The crowd can't keep their gaze away from him. His motions were captivating; his arms rose gracefully above his head as he spun, dragging one foot up so that his legs formed a straight line with the ice on which he balanced.
San drops his leg to the ice, his motions calm and rehearsed as he glides backward into a toe loop and goes on. San takes a deep breath, this is the big finisher. It was the technique that had taken him the longest to master, the one that had tested his abilities to the breaking point. A triple Axel appears simple on the surface but is tough to perform. A wonderful approach to conclude his act, preserving the simple concept but adding a challenge.
San tenses as he leans down, preparing for his leap. He crouches, his arms flicking out behind him to gain velocity before snapping out in front of him as he leaps, his skates clearing the ice in the greatest jump. The crowd leans forward in their seats, counting the spins in their heads: one, two, two and a half, three, and finally the landing, precisely as he had practiced so many times.
The horrible snap that fills the ice almost causes the audience's heart to stop beating. San screams as his ankle gives way from beneath him, his body crumpling onto the ice. He quickly curls up and clutches his knee to his chest. Their eyes widened in fear in an instant, especially yours, standing frozen just after you opened the door.
San forces himself to calm down and think sensibly by taking a deep breath. He rose and struggled to maintain his footing on the slick ice surface. As his knee is moved, he sobs out in agony, and he has to apologize to the crowd for the botched feats he performed. The emcee also apologized to the crowd for having to finish the show early. Every step he makes causes him more misery, and every whimper and hiss that escapes his lips leave a scar on your heart.
It feels like a lifetime until he reaches the rink's entrance, and it's a miracle he doesn't trip on the way there. He glances around the audience, feeling guilty, and notices you, who is pushed to the side as you stare at him. The employees promptly assisted him in getting backstage. At Wooyoung's suggestion, he asked one of the staff to call an ambulance. San told the other staff that he can manage the pain as he waits.
Wooyoung sits on the bench, saying reassuring words to him while he settles down. "Take a deep breath."
His lips twitch as if to speak, but no words escape his lips, his teeth chattering too loudly for him to make intelligible phrases. "Y-yeah.."
He sat there calmly as Wooyoung went to fetch a bottle of water, a cap, and a mask to cover his face before they went on the ambulance.
"I shouldn't pull that stunt." He grumbled, irritated by his horrible mistake.
Only three minutes had passed before he returned with water and the accessories. He sets the water next to him and advised him to sip some water first. The boy agreed by nodding and quickly wearing the accessories. San leans down and carefully undoes the skate laces. He wanted to be as gentle as possible since he was frightened of hurting himself more.
"Y/n is still outside, by the way. She's worried, do you want me to bring her in? Like, well, comforts you." San sighs, nodding as a yes.
"Great! Just, keep your cool." Wooyoung rushes out of the room, heading towards you.
"Hi.. Sorry, for arriving late.." He weakly nodded, and you were speechless as you lay your eyes on his knee.
"Can you endure the pain?" "It's really painful, but I.."
His eyesight begins to blur, causing him to shake his head many times before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
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Minutes stretch into hours of waiting in the waiting area until San's situation is eventually revealed. It takes the guise of a nurse, who has been assigned to care for him. They'd told you he'd dislocated his knee after a rough landing following that leap. Too much pressure was applied to the joint, causing it to pop out of its socket.
It was also a terrible one; substantial damage had been done to his joint and the muscles around it, limiting his ability to move it for at least a few weeks. The nurse says that the joint must be replaced and that it would only take a few minutes to do so. After that, he'd have to spend the night in the hospital under anesthesia for any residual pain. Fortunately, no surgery would be required.
"He won't let us touch his knee and continues begging for someone named Y/n," She says.
"We're doing our best, but we believe it would be better for him if Miss Y/n came to him. Her name seemed to carry a lot of significance for him." She then looks at you.
It's a flood of brilliant, fluorescent white lights that illuminates every inch of the space. It's almost too bright, the light bouncing off the immaculate whiteness of the entire room and making it sparkle unnaturally. You shivered as the cold, thin air hit you, staring at his trembling body as he sat in agony on the bed.
"Would you mind sitting with him and calming him down while we set his knee?" The nurse inquires.
Her smile has faded, and her eyes are filled with concern, a sudden change that you're not sure you like.
You nod quickly and without thinking. "He'll be in a lot of pain during the process," The nurse insists. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"
Your gaze is drawn to San's position. His brow is slick with sweat, his hands tightly clutching the bed's pure white sheets. His leg is straight, but it has swollen significantly since your last meet-up, and you bit your lower lip.
"I'll do anything if it helps him," You say.
The nurse smiles and nods, motioning to a stool beside San's bed before moving to assist the doctor in preparing his leg. You carefully take his hand away from the bedsheets and place it between both of yours.
"Everything will be fine, just please bear with me, okay?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.
"Alright," San moans, his voice still swollen with pain. His eyes are open but glazed over, and his gaze is fixed on something far away. "It hurts... so much."
You take a deep breath, your heart clenching painfully. "I know," You say, removing his cap and caressing his hair.
You take a deep breath and calm your nerves. "It's fine. The doctors will fix your knee, and you will be fine." He looks at the doctors for confirmation, but none of them are paying attention to him because they are focused on the task at hand.
"Get ready," The nurse says, lightly gripping San's thigh as she prepares to reattach the joint. "In one, two, three!"
San screams as a loud click fills the room, and his previously motionless leg jerks in response to the sudden stimulus. His hand crushes yours, but you squeeze it even tighter in response, offering him whatever solace you can. Your heart breaks as you hear his screams of pain fade to whimpers, the majority of his pain already gone, and you resist the urge to cry right there and then. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, and you grit your teeth as his cries of pain fade and his breathing returns to normal.
The nurse smiles and praises San for enduring the pain. "You'll be fine now," The nurse assures him.
"His knee may swell a little more, but it should go down quickly after that. He'll have to wear a splint for a few weeks starting tomorrow, but he'll be good as new sooner or later."
"Is he going to be able to skate again?" You inquire, suddenly curious as to what would happen to him, as if the accident were your fault. "He lives for skating! If he is unable to do so- he- his-"
"Don't worry, Miss Y/n." The nurse chuckles, preventing you from panicking any further. "He'll be able to skate once he's fully recovered, yet, he's been prohibited from skating for a while to allow for a faster recovery."
You nod relievedly, and the nurse and the other doctors excuse themselves to leave you and San alone. His frantic breathing slows to a normal rate, his racing heart tends to slow, and his grip on your hand loosens significantly. "San?" you ask, reaching out to brush his bangs away from his face. "Are you up?"
He only responds to your question with a tiny nod. He tilts his head to the side and blinks a few times before opening his eyes. He appears tired, with heavy eyes and a shaky grip. "Yeah, I'm just tired. But since you're here, I'm fine."
You have a sad smile on your face, playing with his fingers as you look at them. "I'm sorry for my words; perhaps that's why you lost focus on your performance." You exhaled a sigh.
"No, Y/n, there was nothing wrong with your words; it was all my fault. My insecurity continues to bother me, but then... What bothers me the most is when you abandoned me. I'm also deeply sorry for my actions." He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips and softly pecking it.
"Shall we forget about it?" You smiled broadly as you nodded.
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The sound of ice skates in your ears did not bother you more than hundreds of times. As you watched people become quiet under the blaring male voice that had abruptly sounded over the stadium intercom, announcing the upcoming performer, your fingers mindlessly traced the cold case of your phone.
You sat up straighter after hearing the first name to get a better view of the ivory ice rink. As the first figure glided into view, the soft murmurs around you grew into excited gasps and bursting applause.
This time, he was dressed in white and gold. The legendary sleeveless gold satin suit-turned-waistcoat, as well as the legendary accented with a white masquerade mask. Overall, he was a memorable sight, smiling and welcoming applause with open arms. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and were relieved to see him again as you watched him glide to his place.
The audience was successfully quieted by the sound of music blaring from the speakers. This song had instruments filling the first couple of beats, was abrupt, dramatic, and very different from the previous song he performed to. He reacted quickly, darting across the ice and to the rink's side. His skates scraped furiously against the ice, picking up small shards that fell helplessly behind the storm of his feet.
His spins followed him almost sprinting across the ice to gain tremendous momentum. The double axels that followed were heart-stopping, blistering, and nearly half a foot higher off the ground than his previous ones, eliciting insatiable roars from the audience. His spins came one after the other, impossibly perfect yet perfectly controlled, painting him with a capability that no other competitor could match.
This mood, this feeling of his performance was drastically different from the previous one. While the other was calm, graceful, and lovely, this one was almost angry, dramatic, and passionate.
"You can do it, San." You whispered under your breath as he gets ready to do the stunt he failed weeks ago, the triple axels.
You weren't aware that your mouth was gaping and your gaze was fixed on the way he moved. You'd been so engrossed in this boy who seemed to flare on ice that you hadn't noticed the music fade out immediately after he landed safely and poised gracefully in the center of the rink, unmoving and statue-like, in a finishing stance that offered a stark contrast to the raging audience around him.
A few seconds later, he rose from his position and bowed profoundly in resignation. Sweat stuck to his hair, and his chest heaved so profoundly that he appeared to be depleted of oxygen. But he was simply glowing, with a smile that extended over his face so adorably that you found yourself beaming and cheering as well.
When he turned to face you, he stiffened briefly, and you paused mid-clap as his gaze weaved through the tumultuous crowd to unmistakably capture yours. He nodded and reached for his mask.
"Wait, what is he doing?" He then removes his disguise, revealing his face to the audience.
Everyone was taken aback, and there were a few gasps. When you looked around, you noticed that everyone was gazing at him as if he weren't a human being. You set your phone down, stand up, and clap excitedly. Other people's attention was immediately drawn away from him and toward you.
"You did an outstanding performance!" You clapped.
The emcee then announced his real name. "Choi San, everyone!" You continue cheering.
Following your lead, a few people applauded and cheered for him. San exhaled a sigh and smiled as others took photographs of him. He had a different feeling, and you were correct about him. He doesn't need a mask or a disguise to be liked, he just needs to be himself. It's the audience's choice to either like him or not.
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"One, two, three! Smile!" A woman said as San posing with her daughter.
"Thank you for coming, see you on the next show, little girl." He waved at them as they walked out of the stadium.
"Mr. M, can I take a picture with you too?" San snickered as he turns around only to see you.
"Of course, but I think I want to be known as San now." He walked closer to you, smirking.
You smiled and instantly unlocked your phone's camera, setting it to selfie mode. When San placed a hand on your shoulder, you held up a peace sign and a bright grin, and a little flush dusted your cheeks. Because you were practically a head shorter than him, he had to stoop down somewhat to fit in the photo. He grinned slightly as you snapped the photo, which you did again for good measure.
"You did it!" you exclaimed as you stowed your phone. You chimed in. San couldn't help but notice how lovely your voice was, "It all thanks to you."
You chuckle awkwardly, fanning your cheeks with your palms and refuting his allegation. "It's all your hard work, San; I did nothing." You smiled warmly, ruffling his black hair softly as a grin lit his face.
When his hands curled securely around your waist and drew you quickly into his chest, you gasped in surprise. "I believe you did something to me." His breath fanned your face as he grinned.
"Do you understand what that means?" He joked as your mind struggled to comprehend what he was saying.
He was so near, and his hands were placed easily around your waist as if it were second nature to him. And you couldn't concentrate while his lips continued moving in that way, with words you couldn't understand dropping beautifully from his mouth. He gave you a soft grin as he noticed the heavy flush on your cheeks.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He inquired abruptly. "I'd.. be delighted to..?" It came out as a question, which made him chuckle and made you flush even more.
Your thoughts were white noise, and he couldn't stop himself from pushing his lips against yours. When he cups your cheeks and presses his hot lips against yours, your mind immediately wonders what's going on. You melted against his warmth, your head somewhat lighter as you inhaled his minty aroma. His fast, tiny breaths exposed themselves as puffs of fog in the chilly air the following minute when he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.
"I think I broke the rule about not kissing on the first date, huh?" You laughed as he lifted his brow.
Summary: Mr. M, the man who performs while wearing a mask, has always piqued your interest. But then, one day, you happen to meet him face to face, unaware that he is the Mr. M you admire.
Author's Note: I was supposed to post this teaser but I accidentally posted the real one, oopsie daisy. Y'all see nothing!
It's out now, here's the link: The Masked Skater
"Would you like to learn it?"
"Skating? I don't think I'll be able to learn it because it seems to be challenging."
"How can you know it's tough if you haven't tried it?"
"So.. I've done it before, okay? People used to laugh at how awful I was when I was in high school."
"Well, we can alter that, I mean, I know how to skate, I can teach you."
"Don't laugh at me, promise?"
"Hmm, okay, promise."
You both made your pinky promise, and San advised you to begin the session the following week. As you stood with him outside the rink in a shopping mall, you were anxious. The big day is here, and you can't deny that you're scared as hell. He grabbed your wrist and drew you inside with him. He assists you in putting on your shoes and guides you inside the rink. You were clinging to him, your legs trembling from the strange terrain.
"You're doing fantastic! Keep on going!" San continues to encourage you.
He would occasionally release to make you feel more confident, but you would instantly panic and flail your arms forward to re-grab him. He chuckles as he assists you in standing up correctly. He skates in front of you, holding your hands and guiding you forward as he skates backward.
You were beginning to regret this, as the other individuals around you made you reflect on the past. San saw how you lost confidence and began to pout as you stared at the ground. He then leads you to the walls and asks you to grip the rails. He glides backward, abandoning you, but then he skates around, pretending as though he's losing his balance and falls, making you laugh at his antics. As you observed him struggling to get up, you thought to yourself, he certainly knows how to cheer someone up.
Although so many others are laughing at him, he doesn't mind since he understands he's there to have fun with you. You gaze down at your ice skates, cautiously letting go of the handrail. You then try to skate to where San is by tumbling back and forth. When San noticed your attempts, he smiled heartily and skated about, teasingly around your body. You could hear that faint giggle from him.
"Didn't you promise not to laugh at me, Choi San?"
Summary: The river water is enticing, but you resist.
Author’s Note: Look at life, appreciate it, and accept it for what it is.
Jongho was deep in contemplation as he stood in front of your door. He wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out on a drive with him, despite knowing how much you despised going outside. He, on the other hand, would not take no for an answer. He instantly knocked. The door then slid open slightly.
"Hello," You muttered, your voice almost inaudible.
He smiled softly at you, understanding that it takes time to get to know someone. Even if you've known them for a long time. You stepped out a bit further as you opened the door a little more. Jongho saw your unkempt hair and sloppy apparel.
"You seem.. Down lately, so I just wanted to check up on you." He begins, and you sigh.
"If it's about my mental health, please, just leave me be-" He pushed his hand on the door just as you were about to slam it shut, effectively holding it open.
"No, no, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go out, somewhere." You paused for a moment to reflect. "Where to?" You inquired.
"You decide, and I'll drive." You were silent but then you nod. "Give me ten minutes, and I'll be ready.."
You come to a halt in front of the Han River, staring blankly at the water. An overpowering sensation of melancholy. The unbroken line between mental pain and delight. Your life is... Unbalanced. As you listen to the gentle rush of waves, it is the only term you can use to describe yourself.
"How do you feel?" Jongho inquired, resting on the fence next to you.
"I'm alright, especially in this atmosphere." You lied, and you're never okay.
He nodded and watched as the sun began to set. You smiled, expecting that everything would be well. You're constantly hoping, aren't you? You are optimistic, a complete moron. You were enjoying the wind, but the sound of the waves drew you in. The relaxing melody and chilly water are two methods to escape from this tumultuous reality.
It would be so simple. The water would be warm and would envelop you. Nothing would hurt now that you were warm.
Drowning would be painful. It will burn.
However, the noise would cease and all would be silent. It would be similar to swimming in highland lakes. It's like going home. Do you not want to go home? Simply, take a step.
I have my friends, my family.. They're my home..
Everything's so heavy. Don't you want to be light? To be weightless? Take a step forward.
I would want to...
Then take a step forward.
How will the people I know react? Will they be sad?
They're the reason you're like this, come on, just give it a go.
You can't take your eyes off the ocean beckoning below you. You're hearing voices in your head. They're becoming increasingly unbearable. A powerful gust of wind blew over your face, and his words drowned out all the terrible voices in your thoughts.
"We should head back, I think it's going to rain soon."
"Right.. We should go now."
You look at the water again. Sighing as you follow Jongho back into his car.
Summary: The person you see in the mirror, disgust you.
Author’s Note: Stay healthy, eat more, and don't be concerned.
You comb your hair with your fingers. You sat idly at your small dressing table, staring in the mirror atop the dresser at your own reflection. You sighed, your eyes drooping and resting on the tabletop's woodwork. Your eyes were supported by heavy, dark rings as they struggled to stay open. Your thick, jet-black lashes that framed your orbs drooped, and your eyes became duller with each passing day. Your lips, which were once full, pink, and plump, have thinned and lost their boldness.
Every time you brushed your fingers through your hair, more and more hair fell out and onto the floor. You took another look in the mirror, noting how your cheekbones protruded more than ever. Your jawline was unmistakably defined. The chair slid backward behind you as you stood up. You walked a short distance away from the mirror to see your entire body.
Lifeless, pale, thin, and sickly.
Many words were used to describe how malnourished you had become in such a short period. With your body trembling and your lips quivering, a tear streamed down your cheek. You wiped it away in an instant. You stumbled to your bed and fell onto it, your legs shaking. You let your tears flow as you buried your face in the sheets. You sobbed for what seemed like hours.
Knock. Knock.
With a faint "Come in," you acknowledged the visitor. That's exactly what they did...
"Y/n?"
You smiled because hearing his voice always made you comfortable. The door slammed shut behind the figure. Footsteps made their way towards you until you saw the one and only Wooyoung step into the moonlight streaks. He noticed the tear stains on your face right away. He sighed and reached up to stroke your cheek. He ran his thumb over the tear stains, watching them turn away. You sniffled.
"I'm sorry. It happens once again." You spoke while lowering your head.
He snatched one of your hands in his. "There's no need to apologize, sweet angel." He said this while gently patting your head.
"It's time for dinner, care to join me?" Your mouth is slightly gaping, your eyes blinking in anticipation of a response.
"Yes? Is that okay?" "Y-Yes." He grinned as he led you to the dinner table.
Put down your spoon. You'll put on weight.
Stop it! Don't eat that!
You shouldn't eat this, it'll destroy your beauty.
You looked uneasily at the enormous platter in front of you. You haven't even eaten anything. You turned to gaze at Wooyoung, who was delving into his dish. He raised his head and grinned at you. You scowled and pleaded with the older boy. His expression shifted as he realized your predicament.
"Only a few bites. Can you do that, Y/n?" He made a concession.
You were plainly dejected and nodded solemnly. You chop a piece of chicken, put it on a scoop of rice, and then take a mouthful. It was tasty. You gleefully took another mouthful, then another, and another, until you had completed half of the platter. After that, you're done. The prospect of eating more made you want to vomit everything you'd consumed.
"I'm.. finished." You muttered as you slowly pushed your plate aside.
He smiles as he stares at the plate. "You eat a lot, which is great." He complimented you, making you sheepishly grin.
"Leave the dish there, I'll wash it later. Then, we could snuggle by the window, your safe haven, yeah?" You nodded, smiled, and sipped some water before waiting at the window.
Wooyoung embraces you close, placing a blanket around both of you while you gaze out the window. The lights from the streets and buildings illuminate the scene. When he abruptly complimented your features, silent tears streamed down your cheeks. He observed this and inquired as to what was wrong.
"I'm ugly... I see this person I don't like every time I look in the mirror. She's not the person I want to be, and then there's this inner voice that says all those dreadful things, and I can't stand it any longer. I can't eat, drink, or do anything without this voice telling me what's wrong with it. I'm.. tired..."
He strokes your arms, assuring you that you are lovely and that you should not listen to the whispers in your brain. He brushed some of your tears away with his thumb before tightening his grip on you and swinging your body side to side. He then kissed your temple, further relaxing you.
"We will help you get through this, okay? Me and the boys, everyone will help you."
Author’s Note: Have fun, be carefree, and don't think.
The rain was pouring outside the windows, and the night was approaching. Mingi sat quietly in his apartment's large living room. He had a cup of tea on his table and a book in his hand. He adored nights like this. Even though he felt at ease, he was bothered by something.
He'd known you for years and had always adored you. Your grin had always had the capacity to brighten his day in a couple of seconds. Your gentle touch made him want more. Your gorgeous, silky hair, which he got to braid a few times, felt fantastic in his hands. But, no matter how much he cherished you, you were always someone else's.
A student from the class next door. You were always someone else's property. They never appeared to treat you fairly. They were frequently selfish and uninterested in you. They didn't appreciate your lovely smile or your kind touch. They didn't appreciate your lovely hair, or, more importantly, you. They never appreciated you, and they always took how much you cared for granted.
Stop thinking about her..
You won't get her anyway..
Mingi, Song Mingi, you aren't a good guy either..
He had these unusual thoughts for the past few months when he develop feelings for you, making him rub his chest a few times to ease himself a bit. All of the sudden, Mingi's phone abruptly rang. He sprang up from the couch, realizing he had been reading the same page over and over again.
"Could you possibly come to fetch me, Mingi?" He picked up on your voice. He stood up, drew a coat over himself, and put on some shoes.
"Of course, little one. Where-"
"Pastry Sipchat. Are you familiar with the café?" You stated. He could tell your voice was cracking.
"Of course, yes." "I'm on my way, sweetheart." He then hung up the phone.
The rain was raining on your face, ruining your makeup much more than it already was. Your tears had damaged the mascara, but you now looked like a total shambles. At least in your head. There's a vehicle parked in front of you. You recognized the man in the driver's seat. Mingi, your closest friend. He dashed out and yanked you up from the bench. Your clothing was completely drenched.
"Oh, dear." He muttered and shrugged off his coat. You suddenly felt better once he wrapped it around you. You weren't sure if it was the warmth or the scent of him, but it helped.
"I'm s-sorry Mingi.." Looking down, you murmured. You were really embarrassed.
You felt pitiful for phoning him merely because your, uh, now ex, had broken up with you, saying, 'You're too insecure about everything.' You couldn't even deny it. Because you are truly insecure in many aspects of your life. Everything about you: your smile, your hands, your hair, everything.
"Please don't be Y/n. It's not your fault." He stated it with a smile, which made you glance up at him. He snatched you into his arms and hugged you passionately. You looked at his warm chest and chuckled.
"No matter what he accomplished, he wasn't worth you. You are flawless, my dear. Please don't be sorry." He remarked this as he drew back and dried some of the water from his face. You offered him a toothy smile, and despite the fact that it was shattered, he cherished it.
"Can you please send me home? Right now, I feel like a complete wreck."
"Of course, angel, and make sure you erase everything you've done with him since he's a jerk." As he helps you into the car, he says.
"I'll also take you somewhere exciting tonight," He said, and you tilted your head. "And what is it?"
"The place where we can eat all of the samples they offered us! The Streets of Vendors!" He was pumped up, and you laughed at his amusing antics.
You keep your gaze fixed on him while he drives. You grinned as you realized how nice he is to you. When he came to a halt at a red light, he wondered how long you had been gazing at him. When he inquired, all you could do was shake your head, assuring him not to worry.
When the traffic lights turn green, he presses the gas pedal and continues driving. But then, his mind clouds with that unknown voice again.
She'll be with someone else eventually..
Your fate has been written..
Stop trying, Song Mingi..
He shakes his head to keep his attention on the road, and you begin to speak up. He then focuses on your voice rather than the unknown ones.
"Thank you for cheering me up. I've been feeling really insecure recently, and I'm worried about him leaving me. But that doesn't matter now since I know you'll always be by my side."
He then grinned at you, displaying his eye smile. "No problem," he says.
"You know, stop with the sad bullshit, you're my gorgeous, powerful, and intelligent Y/n. And tonight will be a lot of fun!" He cheered, and you couldn't help but join him.
You brushed away a few tears of delight, clapped your hands as a symbol of relief from being so insecure in your previous relationships. Perhaps you could take a break from one for a bit and concentrate on your education to become your most desired, dream career..
Summary: You were just having your alone time with San until some guys disturbed you.
Author’s Note: Have a tendency to sense it, have it, and fight it.
What exactly are you doing?...
You can't possibly be a writer...
Examine yourself in the mirror...
You're not going to be successful...
As the voice in your head spoke up, you sucked in a breath and your hands began to shake. You inadvertently throw away your pen, causing it to roll on the ground and collide with someone's shoes. One of your friends, San, picked up the pen and looked at you, who was attempting to calm yourself by rubbing your hands together. He smiles sadly as he approaches you, finally caressing your head as it helps to comfort you.
"Morning, little angel."
You didn't respond until you'd recovered and once you did, you smiled at him. He placed the pen and banana milk that he just bought on the cafeteria table. He then sits beside you and sticks a straw in your drink before handing it over to you. You thanked him, sipping on the milk as you began to write a few things in the story you're working on again. San would lean closer, reading and correcting your blunders.
"You spelled this one incorrectly." "And this as well." He speaks in tiny.
He pointed at other mistakes and he watches as your hand shakily writes to correct your sentences. He smiles, pulling out his assignment to accompany you. He then takes out a sandwich he had bought from the convenience store. He tapped your shoulder to catch your attention. You thanked him as you beamed, taking the sandwich from him.
"My favorite." You let him know and he just nodded.
You put away your pen and try to unwrap the plastic but failed due to your shaky hands. He giggled as he saw your efforts. You look at him with puppy eyes, requiring help from him. He refused to help however he did encourage you to keep going.
As you cautiously unwrap the plastic, you hold your breath. You took your time and eventually finished it. Your eyes dilated as you examined the sandwich, took a large mouthful, and hummed in delight at the taste. San chuckled as he patted your head. Suddenly, a bunch of boys approached your table.
"Hey, San, basketball practice will be in a few minutes."
"Oh, I'm not joining the practice today, but I will tomorrow." He smiled.
"Sure.. And who is this?" "This is my friend, Y/n, I promised her-"
"Oh, the girl with shaking hands for no apparent reason!" One of them mocked you, causing the others to look down on you.
"Are you really friends with this girl?" He went on, making the other people laugh.
You only smile uncomfortably, glancing away as your hands shakily grip your sandwich. "Look at her, she's trembling again!"
San scowled as he rose from his seat and approached the boy. He towered above him, forcing the unfortunate boy to take a step back. He cocked his head up to appear tough, but San bunched up his shirt collar and harshly pressed the boy into the wall. He then choked him with his arm when their faces were only a few inches apart.
"If I ever hear anything offensive coming out of your filthy mouth again, I'm going to cut your tongue off and put it in your food, and force you to eat it in front of me." He muttered, letting go of the boy as he scrambled away.
He glared at the others and was about to hit one of them but you were quick to grab his arm, holding him back. When he sees your terrified expression, his enraged countenance quickly softens. When San was distracted by you, the guys were quick to flee. When your body trembled and your lips quivered to speak, he'd groan in defeat.
"D-Don't be m-mean." You stuttered, frowning as you glare at him.
He snickered. "I'm not being mean, I'm being protective."
He then guides you to the table again. "I can't just stand there and let those jerks look down on you."
"It's fine! I don't want you to be the b-bad guy!" He pouted.
"You are so kind, maybe you should teach me how to endure my anger." His words make you smile and giggled.
"You need to promise me that you can endure my nagging when you did a mistake."
"I~ Promise~"
He raises his pinky finger, as do you. He grinned while patiently waiting for you to shakily link your fingers together. He then returns to his task, while you continue to work on your novel. He then nudges your elbow from time to time, just for fun and to brighten the mood after the recent situation.
Summary: It's pathetic that you're depressed just because your once best friend has deceived you.
Author’s Note: It is possible to have seen it, forget it, and forgive it.
You are in pain, betrayed, and brainwashed.
She was a rotten egg, as the others had predicted. You had a negative impact on your life, but why were you so slow to realize it? How could she do such things to you when you did everything together, spent money and time together? She humiliates you, spreads falsehoods about you, she did everything you believed she wouldn't do.
You've been unusually quiet over the last few days, hardly leaving your room. You weren't your usual self. You're not the typical Y/n that people are used to seeing. The walls seem to be closing in on you. It's a wonderful sunny summer day outside, but you get the feeling that a rain cloud is looming over you.
You feel as though you're drowning and struggling to keep afloat. Nothing you do seems to be able to dispel the feeling. What, after all, have you done to deserve such treatment from your once 'good friend'? Was the problem you? The overpowering sense of drowning returns, and you battle the need to scream.
You take a peek around the house and see nothing but messes. Laundry heaped up on couches, half folded, partly unclean, you have no idea. Dishes are piling up beside the sink, and you're officially out of clean silverware. You entered the bedroom and slid onto the unmade bed. There were more garments on the floor than you liked to confess.
Everyone hates you now..
No one would want to be with you anymore..
Come to us.. We can end your misery in an instant..
You can't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks as you pull the blankets up over your head. You hate this feeling. You have no idea what's wrong with you. You have no idea how you went from being so fucking joyful to feeling this terrible and awful a week later because of that bitch.
You sigh when you hear the front door open. You already know what he'll see when he walks in the door. Everywhere is a shambles. "Y/n," He exclaims.
You lack the energy to reply. You can hear his feet scuffing on the wooden flooring, and then the bed lowers as he climbs into it. "Hey.. how are you doing?" His voice is gentle but you just shake your head as you sit up.
You averted your gaze to see his face. As he looked down at your crumpled shape, his face furrowed in concern. You sighed deeply.
"I'm not sure. I just don't feel right. Everything hurts," You said, "And I just don't feel well."
"Stop thinking about her, she's a bitch."
"She merely wants attention from other people since she didn't receive enough from her family, stupid, attention seeker, bitch."
Yeosang cursed while encircled you with his arms, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and laughed a little at his little rant. You absorbed his calming scent as he softly held you against him. The scent of his cologne made you feel at ease, and you shed a few tears as a reaction.
"Please don't cry," Yeosang said quietly.
He began by moving one of his reassuring hands up and down your back, while the other became entangled in your hair. His words and soft-touch simply caused an overwhelming outpouring of tears. You buried your face in his silky shirt, and he held you as cries raged inside you. You couldn't stop sobbing no matter what he did.
When you eventually got yourself together enough to look up at him, he brushed your tears away tenderly. Then he gently grasped your face in his hands, pushing you to look him in the eyes.
"Listen, Y/n. I know you're upset, and that hurts. You must, however, keep this in mind. The boys and I are here for you, we've got your back. You are not alone in this situation. Never be scared to come to us for help with anything."
"Okay," You replied in a small, choked voice.
"All right, lovely," Yeosang confirmed with a kind smile.
He moved and drew you down into the mattress, becoming a tangle of limbs with you on the bed. You lay there for a long time, listening to his heart's steady beat. The last thing you recalled before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep was Yeosang kissing the top of your head and uttering an almost inaudible, "I love you." Before you fell asleep, a faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
