(ur writing is lore accurate chat) can you write some scenarios about whc getting caught with reader (they wanted their relationship to be a secret) by readers friends ?? if not its okay !!!
"Caught red-handed"
SUMMARY: Weak Hero Boys being caught by your friends while in a secret relationship with you.
PAIRINGS: Yeon Sieun, Ahn Suho, Oh Beomseok, Park Humin, Go Hyuntak, Seo Juntae, Na Baekjin, Geum Seongje.
WORD COUNT: 5.157 K.
GENRE: Fluff, slight angst for Beomseok (isn't there always),
WARNING: None, reader's friends are very teasing (hence the head picture),
NOTE: "finally not a lazy post!" We all say in unisson Since you asked for reader’s friends my dear anon, I created some of my imagination so I hope it’s alright!! If you (or someone else) wants it with the boys from the show (for example suho discovering you’ve been in a secret relationship with sieun), I can do that too, just tell me in the comments or send a request however you like :) this somehow took so long... i deeply apologize anon my head was blank for a while but i finally got it done! it was fun writing OCs characters such as Mi-rae and So-hee lmao i hope you enjoy it like i did! thank you for the support<33 (and sorry again for the delay...)
TAGLIST — @whcfreak, @suhoholic, @10baku, @christinamadsen, @heartshapesandcigarettes, @vamp18e, @ashayein, @stasiamazia
— YEON SIEUN
You and Sieun hadn’t specifically wanted your relationship to be a secret. You just both knew the value of privacy, and let’s say that none of your friends really understood that concept just yet.
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“Mi-rae, I’m not sure this was a good idea—”
“Shh, they’ll hear you!”
The girl, named Mi-are, quickly pressed a finger to her friend So-hee’s lips, as the latter winced in pain at the uncomfortable position she was in. Mi-rae seemed unable to make fun of her anymore, her attention immediately returning to the scene before her—her best friend, you, and the boy you swore you didn’t see very often, standing in front of her high school and talking too quietly for her to hear—much to her dismay.
“Mi-rae,” So-hee’s small voice chimed in again, breathless. “You’re crushing my spleen—”
“You don’t even know where your spleen is.” Her friend retorted, without bothering to take her eyes off the two lovebirds you and Sieun made.
So-hee grunted but didn't waste time opening her mouth again, knowing it was pointless, and instead tried to find a more comfortable position. However, her movement was once again interrupted by her friend's sudden grip on her arm.
"You're making too much noise," she scolded in a shriek-whisper. "They'll notice us if you keep going!"
"Who cares, we shouldn't even be spying on them, this is wrong," protested So-hee, frowning as she struggled against her friend.
Their little quarrel ended as quickly as it began though, when Mi-rae suddenly gasped, grabbing So-hee and pulling her close—pointing at something with her eyes wide as if a monster had just sprung from the bushes where they were hiding. So-hee turned her head and couldn't suppress a gasp of surprise at the sight before her.
You, their best friend, the one who swore to tell them everything, were kissing Sieun with a smile far too serene for it to be the first time. Your friends had to stifle their screams; they'd been right all along, so you really had been dating the bookworm all this time. Before So-hee could protest or stop her, Mi-rae leaped out of the bushes, startling both you and Sieun, and pointed an accusing finger at you.
“I KNEW IT!” She shouted to no one in particular, clearly gloating over her discovery. “I CALLED IT FROM THE START, I KNEW YOU TWO WERE HIDING SOMETHING—”
The girl’s cries were cut short by her friend’s hand, which clamped over her mouth, transforming her joyful shouts into muffled sounds against So-hee’s palm. So-hee, though giving you a rueful look, seemed just as pleased with the situation she had stumbled upon.
“Sorry about that,” So-hee smiled, holding her friend firmly, who was struggling against her surprisingly strong grip. “You guys look cute together. Such a shame our best friend here didn’t think of telling us about you sooner though, Sieun. Well, we’re still happy for both of you.”
Mi-rae, finally freeing herself from her friend’s hand, added very seriously.
“We’ll kill you if you hurt her.”
“But we know you won’t.” So-hee added, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she tried to close her friend's mouth again.
“I’ll be watching you closely, bookworm.”
Mi-rae said again before being forcibly pulled away from your two confused, and yours somewhat amused, stares by So-hee, who was reprimanding her for her immature behavior and words—to which Mi-rae reacted as dramatically as possible. A silence fell between you and your boyfriend for a few seconds before Sieun finally spoke, deadpan, his gaze still fixed on the path your friends had taken.
“Your friends are weird.”
“They mean well.” You retorted, a smirk on your lips. “And they’re fun.”
Sieun rolled his eyes as if he thought otherwise and you just laughed.
“I’m kinda glad it came out though.”
Your laughter died down as you turned to your boyfriend, seeing a sincere glint in his eyes.
“I don’t like having to hide, especially with you.”
You smiled, meeting his gaze.
“Then, since my friends figured them out themselves, I guess yours are next hm?”
“Absolutely not.” Sieun instantly refused, giving you a glare as you burst out laughing, leaning in closer to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Oh, Suho’s gonna be so insufferable once he finds out—”
“Don’t you dare.”
You smiled at your boyfriend and simply kissed him again—a real kiss this time, slow and tender. Your eyes met as you pulled apart, just inches apart.
“I love you, Sieun-a.”
And you knew he loved you too, just as much.
— AHN SUHO
Bold of you to assume this man would ever accept the idea of hiding his relationship with you from anyone. But imagining he bent to your wish, because he just loves you that much.
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“I’m not in love with him.”
“Girl, please. We know.”
“I’m not!”
If there was one thing that was pointless, it was arguing with Mi-rae when she had a strong opinion on something. And the one that kept coming up in every conversation these past few days was your attraction to Ahn Suho—your ‘best friend’ who picked you up every day after school despite his incredibly busy schedule, always waiting for you at the school gates, leaning against his bike, a sly smile on his lips as if it were his default expression. You could protest all you wanted, swear that no, you weren’t in love with him—which was more than a lie considering you’d been devouring each other’s lips behind closed doors for over a month now—but Mi-rae wouldn’t budge. And even So-hee, supposedly the wise one of the trio, couldn’t find anything wrong with it. “You two are practically attached by the hip. I might not make a fuss about it like her, but I agree with Mi-rae”.
It wasn’t that you were ashamed of Suho—it was impossible to be ashamed of him in any way—but you could more than do without the endless teasing you knew admitting your feelings for the guy would unleash on you. Mostly by Mi-rae—but definitely also by So-hee. And besides, as silly and weird as it seemed, you couldn’t help but like the secretive aspect of the relationship. Which was anything but the case for your boyfriend; but you’d managed to convince him so far.
When the last bell finally rang, you were heading towards the school exit when, as usual, your gaze caught the familiar shape of your boyfriend's, patiently waiting, leaning against his bike, smirking like he owned the place. The second your eyes met his, it was as if you could sense he was up to something. But of course, surrounded by your two friends who scrutinized your every move as soon as you entered a perimeter of at least a hundred meters around Suho, you showed nothing and simply smiled at your friend, as usual.
“Hey Suho.” You said, stopping a reasonable distance from him as he straightened up to face you and your friends.
“Hey.” He replied, a smile on his lips. “How are you guys doing?”
“Fine.” So-hee smiled.
“Suffering.” Mi-rae groaned.
Suho raised an eyebrow at that, smirking at your friend’s dramatics while you side-eyed her, silently ordering her to shut up—which she obviously did not.
“Oh? Why’s that?” Your boyfriend asked, smiling as if he already knew what it was—and had been waiting for this forever.
“I’m stuck watching the slowest slow-burn of the history of romance, that’s why.” Mi-rae dramatically sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as Suho’s grin only widened. You opened your mouth to intervene, ready to call out your best friend’s antics with an exasperated sigh, when Suho beat you to it.
“Oh yeah? I can help with that.”
And before you could protest, your boyfriend grabbed your arm, pulled you in, and kissed you like he’d been dying to do in front of your friends—deep, unapologetic, and so obviously in love. Your eyes widened, but before you could react, your boyfriend's lips left yours, and a triumphant cry escaped your best friend's throat, nearly bursting your eardrums.
While your friend was shouting herself hoarse with ‘I knew it!’ and ‘This is the best day of my life!’—cries that So-hee, though her sly smile betrayed her true feelings, quickly stifled—you glared at your boyfriend, who was smiling at you as if he were having the time of his life, and he probably was.
“Sorry, baby.” The boy grinned, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side. “I've been wanting to do that for too long.”
You rolled your eyes and elbowed him in return, a blow to which he had the presence of mind to feign pain despite his broad smile. But despite your murderous glare, you couldn't stop the faint blush from creeping onto your cheeks. You might be teased by your friends for life, but you no longer had to hide from anyone.
And although you wouldn't admit it, being claimed this way by your boyfriend in front of your whole school wasn't unpleasant.
— OH BEOMSEOK
I beg of you don’t ever ask this man to have a secret relationship, he will think you’re ashamed of him and not take it well.
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You weren't ashamed of your boyfriend, of course not.
You were simply... afraid. You didn't want your relationship to become a barrier between you and your friends, for them to neglect you, thinking you'd neglect them for your boyfriend. You knew it didn't make sense, but you couldn't help it. Your mind and your dark thoughts had always been stronger than your reason, even when they risked hurting the people you loved
"Hey, wake up you sloth."
A tap on your head snapped you back to reality, blinking your thoughts away rapidly. Mi-rae was watching you, a smirk playing on her lips as if she were already preparing her next tease.
"Dreaming of your boyfriend, perhaps?"
She smirked widely.
"He's not my boyfriend…”
But even you didn't seem convinced as she spoke those words, your gaze lowered as you couldn't meet your best friend's.
"Mi-rae, stop teasing her." So-hee intervened, scolding Mi-rae gently yet sternly as she noticed your head bowed.
The latter remained silent, overwhelmed by the sudden tension between you while you drifted back into your thoughts. Although he said nothing, he didn't dare, you knew Beomseok was suffering from this whole ‘secret relationship’ situation. You hated it, but what else could you do?
When you left school with your friends, your thoughts were still on the same subject. And the more you thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Yes, you were scared, but did that really justify hurting Beomseok and potentially your relationship itself?
Lifting your head after Mi-rae's numerous elbows to your ribs—making you groan in pain—you saw your boyfriend standing a few feet before you. You frowned at the sight of him; it wasn't like him to come see you after class, but you quickly approached him without asking any questions.
"Hey!" Beomseok smiled at you softly, clearly trying to keep his distance as he caught sight of your friends walking beside you. Your heart sank a little more at the faint pain he hid in his eyes.
"Hey." You answered in return.
The four of you stood there in silence before So-hee cleared her throat and grabbed Mi-rae by the arms, pretending to have somewhere else to be to leave the two of you alone.
"Wait."
Your voice cut your friends off mid-sentence, stopping abruptly and turning back to you as you met their gazes, your lips pressed together, before turning to your boyfriend. With a movement you intended to be confident, but which was more nervous than anything else, you took his hand and turned to face your friends, chest puffed out.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you… Beomseok is my boyfriend.”
You kept your eyes fixed on your friends' wide-eyed stares, unwilling to meet your boyfriend's surprised and confused gaze. You didn't really have a choice, though, when he tightened his grip on your hand—and when you finally turned your head, you met sparkling eyes and the brightest smile you'd ever seen on him.
Deaf to the shouts of joy and triumph from your friends—who’d just been proved to be right all along—, your world shrank to your boyfriend's radiant expression as he smiled at you as if you were the only thing deserving of it.
"Thank you." He mouthed, lacing his fingers with yours.
And you simply smiled back, pressing your lips to his—finally free of the weight of fear on your heart.
— PARK HUMIN
I feel like he’d relatively accept the idea, then either completely forget about it within a day or simply couldn’t keep his hands off you for a second. His middle name is PDA, so I hope you didn’t actually expect him to keep this a secret.
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“That would fit you soo well!” Mi-rae smirked, pushing a shiny and hairy pink hat onto your head as you rolled your eyes.“See? Perfect!”
“Haha, very funny.” You retorted, placing the shiny hat back on its shelf. “We’re here to shop, not mock me all day long.”
You turned to So-hee, who was smiling at your banter, her hands instantly raising at your deadpan gaze.
“I’m not going to play mediator between the two of you every time.” She smirked as you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile at the corners of your lips.
That same smile vanished quickly, however, at the sound of an exaggerated—and all too recognizable—hiccup of surprise not far behind you. Before you even turned around, you knew who it was; Baku, your boyfriend, having most likely already forgotten the conversation you’d had again the day before. “If you want to see me when I’m with my Mi-rae and So-hee, just pretend we’re friends, I don’t want them to tease me to death”. Your boyfriend had pouted at the news—pouted, this grown ass man—before forgetting about it the second your lips collided with his. But now, standing in this store, you knew it was over.
And you were immediately proven right when a weight slammed against you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as your boyfriend's familiar laughter echoed in your ears.
“What are you doing here, baby? I can’t believe it!”
You didn’t even need to turn around to picture the shocked and gleeful looks on your two friends’ faces as your so-called best friend called you ‘baby’.
“Baku.” You groaned. “We talked about this.”
As if suddenly remembering the past few weeks you spent carefully explaining to him what he could and couldn’t do with you in front of your friends, your boyfriend clapped his hand over his mouth, taking a step back, eyes wide.
“Shit! Was it—oh, I’m so sorry, bab—uh, friend. Comrade. Buddy.”
You rolled your eyes as you heard Mi-rae's laughter behind you at your boyfriend's dramatic outburst.
"It's too late now, dumbass."
You sighed, though you weren't really mad at him. Baku's smile widened at those words, and he chuckled as he pulled you back into his arms, trapping you in yet another one of his breathtaking hugs. While So-hee and Mi-rae continued to giggle and smirk at the news, your boyfriend took advantage of the embrace to whisper in your ear.
"To be a hundred percent honest, I'm kinda glad I forgot.” His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear. “I don't want to hide you from people, you're my girlfriend."
You couldn't help but smirk at his words, smiling and returning his hug despite yourself.
"Of course you are."
And after a short silence, still enveloped in his warmth, you added quietly.
“I’m glad too.”
You could swear you’d never seen Baku smile like that.
— GO HYUNTAK
Genuinely offended if you ask him to keep a ‘friendly vibe’ with you in front of your friends, because just what the fuck do you mean?
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You still remembered the look on your boyfriend’s face when you asked him.
“What?”
You could have sworn his eyes were going to pop out of his head—and in any other situation, you surely would have laughed. But instead, you winced, as if bracing for something, and tried to explain yourself in a jumble of words and nervous hand gestures.
“It’d be just for a while, just enough time for me to tell them—”
“Why can’t you just tell them now?” Your boyfriend retorted, his brows furrowed and his voice tight. “You don’t want them to know you’re happy or what?”
You couldn't find a single thing to say to that. After that mini-argument, and a good fifteen minutes Gotak spent calming down in the bathroom, he came back out, exhaling softly as he approached you.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll act as your friend, tell them as you wish. But I’m not waiting more than a week.”
You hurriedly nodded and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek repeatedly before promising to break the news in no time. But here’s the thing: five days had passed, and your boyfriend was seriously starting to lose patience. Every time he saw you during that grace period, he’d ask if you’d finally told them. And every time, the answer was the same: “It’s not the right time just yet” ; “Soon, I promise”, and even—on one occasion—you dared to say, “I forgot”. That last one made him give you the silent treatment for the rest of the evening, accompanied by sarcastic remarks like, “Don’t worry about your boyfriend. Oh, you remember you have one, right?”. You knew it was mean, but you couldn't help finding the situation comically ridiculous.
And just to tease him one last time, you decided to play a prank on your boyfriend. You were out with your friends, smiling and chatting away as usual, when you spotted your boyfriend down the street. It wasn't a coincidence—you’d asked him to meet you there—but he didn't know you wouldn't be alone. You turned to your friends and winked before calling out to him.
“Hey, Gotak!”
Your boyfriend turned toward you, his smile fading slightly when he saw your friends—not that he disliked them, but their presence meant he couldn't go out with you the way he wanted: holding your hand and kissing you whenever he pleased. Poor guy—trying so hard to please you. You felt a twinge of guilt but reassured yourself knowing his ordeal would soon be over.
“Hey.” Your boyfriend greeted you all, shoving his hands into his pockets as if physically restraining himself from touching you however he liked. “How are you guys doing?”
“Good.” Mi-rae smirked; she was clearly the most excited about this little prank of yours. “Happy to see my best friend’s buddy.”
Yeah, she wasn't exactly subtle—and she was totally up for stirring the pot. You could have sworn you saw your boyfriend’s jaw clench, but he maintained a fairly neutral expression and nodded without a word—probably because he would have said things he’d regret if he actually spoke.
“Yeah, it’s a pleasure.” So-hee chimed in, grinning too—though in a much less mischievous way.
You couldn't help but glance back and forth between your friends and your boyfriend, holding back a grin at the sight.
“Well, since we’re all here, we could hang out together, right?”
You smiled as your boyfriend’s head whipped towards you, eyes wide probably meaning something like ‘what the fuck are you doing?’—because he really didn’t want to hang out if he couldn’t even put his hand on your waist. You blatantly ignored him, turning to your friends who nodded in agreement, exchanging a smile.
“Should we go then?” You smirked, starting to walk away and grabbing Gotak’s arm before he could stop you.
You weren't expecting much, but the speed at which your boyfriend gave up seemed remarkable to you. After only a few steps accompanied by more sarcasm and ragebait from Mi-rae, Gotak frowned, grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a rough kiss that left both you and your friends speechless for about two seconds. Then your boyfriend pulled away, grinning triumphantly as if proud of himself, only for his smile to fade as he saw Mi-rae bursting out laughing.
“Told you!” She grinned widely towards So-hee who grumbled, searching her pockets. “Told you he’d kiss her!”
Your boyfriend's eyes only widened at the sight of the money So-hee gave to Mi-rae, beaming.
“Wait—you knew? You bet on us?” He exclaimed.
“Not really.” Mi-rae smirked. “We bet on how long it’d take for you to snap and kiss your girlfriend in front of us. For the rest, relationship and all, we been knew.”
Gotak frowned in confusion before turning to you suddenly, giving you an accusatory look as you laughed.
“Sorry, I just wanted to mess with you.” You smiled, almost shyly in case he’d actually be upset.
“I should just dump you, you know?”
Gotak groaned in answer, gritting his teeth as your friends behind you were bickering—Mi-rae counting her earned money and So-hee regretting ever trying to win against her. You smiled at your boyfriend’s words, leaning in to kiss his cheeks.
“But you love me.”
And though he didn’t actually answer anything more than an unintelligible grumble, you knew he did. Still, you better treat him like royalty for a while—he did not like this prank.
— SEO JUNTAE
He’ll do it if it pleases you, with a smile on his face too, but really the idea doesn’t sit that right with him. He’s got that possessive side and he wants people to know you’re together—or he might believe you don’t actually want him (also his friends would be so protective of him and quick to advise him to get away from you).
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“What do you mean she doesn’t want her friends to know?”
Gotak’s frown made Juntae wince as he rushed to explain and defend you.
“She doesn’t mean it that way.” He retorted instantly, waving his hands in dismissal. “She just needs time to announce it—”
“And why’s that?” Gotak snapped, frowning. “Sounds weird to me.”
Juntae couldn’t find the words to convince him when Sieun, usually the quiet one when it came to relationships—or just talking in general—, spoke up.
“Maybe she doesn’t mean it that way.” He started calmly, his gaze piercing through Juntae’s. “But I do agree with Gotak. If she hides you away from the people she cares about, you should stop seeing her. You deserve better Juntae.”
The boy was quiet, his head going down a bit. He knew they were right, but he also believed you weren’t like that. You just wanted to announce it yourself, in whatever way that took time. You weren't using him or ashamed of him, he was sure of that. But it did make him think.
When you called out to him this evening on the street, where you had planned to go on a date together, Juntae swallowed his saliva and blew softly, as if to give himself courage. When you got to his level, you smiled and kissed him before ranting about your day. He listened to you, he always did. But when the discussion died down—when the night got quieter and only the sounds of distant cars remained—he finally found it in himself to speak up. And once he called out your name, there wasn't any backing down now anyway.
“I don’t want to be weird, or make you uncomfortable, but… The thing is, you’ve told me you wanted to keep our relationship a secret to your friends for a while. And I don’t mind, I swear I don’t, but my friends have been wondering.. so I did too.”
He paused, thinking on how to explain what came next—preferably without mentioning anything about the manipulator allegations you earned from Gotak.
“Why do you want it to be a secret?" He finally managed. "From your friends at least, because you didn't mind me telling my friends. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, I’m just trying to understand—”
The boy you liked continued speaking, but your brain had already shut down a few sentences ago. He looked so cute, communicating his feelings with you while making sure that communication wouldn’t hurt you or lead to any misunderstanding. As Juntae seemed to get lost in his words, you gently placed your hand on his, cutting him off mid-rant.
“Juntae.” You spoke softly, smiling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that request would hurt you so much.”
You could see your boyfriend’s mouth open as he rushed to reassure you, but you cut him off.
“To be honest, I’ve been a coward. I only wanted to hide this relationship from my friends to dodge their endless teasing, but I realized how stupid I am because this doesn’t matter. But you do.”
Your boyfriend was left speechless, looking at you with wide eyes that seemed teary but you pretended not to notice.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I did. And I apologize.” You smiled reassuringly, your hand going to cup your boyfriend’s cheek before a small chuckle escaped you. “I’m also sort of glad to hear your friends were questionning me. They seem like great people who genuinely care. You deserve that.”
You caressed away the single tear that fell down your boyfriend's cheek with your thumb and he then nodded, sniffing once.
“Yeah.” He laughed with you. “They are. You should meet them.”
“They don’t hate me yet?” You grinned and Juntae chuckled again.
“They’ll love you. But I love you more.”
You smiled, your heart warming at his words before sharing a tender kiss—both of your minds at ease and your hearts in sync.
— NA BAEKJIN
Understands and will more or less agree with the idea of a secret relationship—as long as it doesn’t cross a line. He likes the idea that it might protect you from any danger tied to the Union, but oh the second someone is trying to flirt with you, there’s no hiding no more.
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“Hey!”
You turned around in the same movement as your two best friends and frowned at the sight of a boy. Not that the three of you hated men—you mostly didn’t—but seeing that grin on the guy’s face already hinted at the conversation to come.
“You.” The boy continued as he finally stopped in front of the three of you, his gaze fixed on yours. “You’re cute, can I have your number?”
You didn’t need to see it to imagine the huge eye roll Mi-rae must have made, but you couldn’t smile at the thought, too focused on politely turning the boy down.
“Sorry, I’m not interested.”
You said simply—because mentioning a boyfriend in front of your girl friends wasn’t an option just yet. You were about to turn away when the boy’s hand flew up to grab your wrist.
“Wait—”
He didn’t have time to continue before So-hee yanked your wrist from the man’s grasp, and Mi-rae physically pushed him away, frowning.
“Hey, she said no.” Your friend stated firmly, standing protectively between you and the boy.
He couldn’t help but smirk, which only fueled your anger, before he started again.
“Chill, I’m just asking, she didn’t even mention a boyfriend or something—”
Before one or two of your friends could go full beast on the dumbass, a second male voice chimed in, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise and recognition.
“She doesn’t need to.”
Baekjin stepped in, positioning himself between the man and Mi-rae—his voice calm but chilling.
“And you’re not ‘just talking’ if you touch her.”
The boy smirked again, trying to defuse the situation with a smile you desperately wanted to punch away—but your boyfriend got there first. His fist struck the boy’s face in one sharp, precise punch—with just enough force to knock him out.
Silence returned to the street, and Baekjin turned back to you and your friends, his gaze meeting yours. He took a step forward, but Mi-rae and So-hee positioned themselves in front of you, their brows furrowed and ready to fight despite your boyfriend’s display of strength. Baekjin stopped instantly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes before you finally regained your composure.
“Wait, it’s fine—”
You stepped between your two friends to get closer to your boyfriend, turning around to face them.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
Mi-rae and So-hee frowned at the sentence, keeping quiet as Baekjin’s gaze fixed on you. They remained silent but didn’t move when you took his hand in yours.
There was no need for further words—the protectiveness with which Baekjin took the creep out was enough.
— GEUM SEONGJE
This is genuinely funny if you even think this man will want anything to do with you secretly. You’re his and he’s not letting you hide it from no one.
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“What is it?”
Your boyfriend stood in front of you, hands in his pockets, clearly annoyed you pulled him out of his game for that discussion. You fidgeted, trying to find the right words but eventually just blurted it out.
“You know my friends, Mi-rae and So-hee? I thought.. if you could.. not act as a boyfriend with me when they’re here…?”
There was silence. Firstly because Seongje needed time to get in his head what you’d just asked him, secondly because he just stared at you in pure disbelief once he did understand. Then, before you could explain yourself, he wheezed. Grinning with his teeth and looking down in laughter type of wheeze. You froze for a second before forcing a small chuckle with him, still a little perplexed.
“What’s so funny..?”
“You.” Your boyfriend answered after he calmed down. “You’re very funny. That was a joke right? Hilarious.”
You stood before him, silent.
“It wasn’t?” Your boyfriend continued, shrugging. “Well then, you have your answer.”
“..uh?” You tried again—maybe you had misunderstood.
“It’s a no.” Seongje repeated, putting an end to all your doubts.
You opened your mouth but no words came out for several seconds. You wanted to protest but what to say? Your boyfriend was more than stubborn.
“Would you consider—”
“Hey.” Seongje cuts you off, taking a step closer to you. “Am I not your boyfriend? Are you ashamed of me?”
You quickly shook your head. No, of course you weren't.
“No, I—”
“Then are you planning on cheating on me?”
You frowned.
“What? No! I wouldn’t even—”
“Fine.” Your boyfriend cuts you off one last time. “No need for secrecy with anyone then right?”
You wanted to protest, but the words died in your mouth, and you simply nodded, defeated. Seongje grinned at that and gave you a quick kiss before walking back to his game. And if it wasn't obvious enough, the second you came home from school with your friends, Seongje made sure to call out to you and shamelessly pulled you into a deep and possessive kiss, just in case.
Don't worry though, after convincing Mi-rae and So-hee that he didn't mean you any harm and that you were certainly safer being his girlfriend than before, you'll get your share of teasing too.
.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: ten long years has passed since you last saw seunghyun. the fear of it not being the same as it had been all those years ago plaguing your mind but turns out you have nothing to worry about
.ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving) deep throating, choking, dirty talk, sex in a bathroom. swearing.
.ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.3k
ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: i've been sick for the last week and haven't been able to write but we back!! i've missed writing lemme tell you. i hope you guys enjoy this. and dw, they'll be more fics about all the other content we got 👀
Japan was such a beautiful place, always buzzing with people whether they were residents or tourists on vacation. There was always something new to find. No matter how much time you spent there, there was always something new and exciting around the next corner. It was no wonder it was such a dream destination for people. That was one of the reasons you had decided to move there. You had first visited the country with your family as a teen, instantly falling in love with the place. After many discussions, your parents had loved it so much that they had uprooted their whole lives to live there. It was a lot to get used to. The culture was completely different, the language barrier a problem at firs but you had taken to learning the language as best you could. Now, all these years later, you were fluent. You had always thought learning another language was a beautiful thing and now here you were able to speak one. Japan had been kind to you, it had given you a completely new life — one you were incredibly thankful for.
One other thing it had given you was Choi Seunghyun.
It had first started when you had attended a BigBang concert in your early twenties — you had been a huge fan of the band and your parents had got you tickets that year as a Christmas present. The concert had been perfect, everything you could have wished for and more but what you didn't expect was what had happened afterwards. You had been taking a quick smoke break outside the arena before you caught your train back to your area of the city when a familiar face had leaned against the wall next to you. Seunghyun, with his handsome face and incredibly aloof demeanor had said nothing at first but the second you spoke to him, the two of you hit it off. One thing led to another and before you knew it you were back in his hotel room, tangled in his sheets.
That's how it had started and that's how it continued each time he visited Japan. It had never been anything serious; two people hooking up whenever they had a chance to see each other, nothing more. But, then it all stopped. Seunghyun's 'scandal' broke and he had hid himself away. The texts from him stopped, all communication had ended. It had hurt more than you thought it would but not because you were in love with him, no. Maybe, over the years you had developed some kind of feelings for him but you were mostly concerned about him. Despite the relationship you two had mostly being about sex, you confided in each other, spilled your deepest, darkest secrets. That was how you had learned how much of an anxious, emotional person he was. You just hoped that he had someone with him through those difficult times.
It had been ten years since he had last stepped foot in Japan. Ten years since you had a text off him but that all changed.
Seunghyun
Hey, this is Seunghyun. Hope this is still the right number but… you still in Japan?
You
Oh, long time, no see. But, yeah, it's still me. Still in Japan.
Seunghyun
Heading there for a fan meet next week. Want to meet up?
The nerves were running through you like wildfire. It had been ten long years since you had seen him. For all you knew, your connection could've changed. The fire that had always been there before might have died out. Ten years was a long time, feelings and thoughts changed — people changed and you definitely weren't the same person you had been a decade ago. Neither was he. It was a reunion you never thought would happen again. You had resigned yourself to never seeing him again but now you were five minutes away from being face to face with the guy who had consumed your thoughts all those years ago.
Seunghyun had invited you to the Gucci event he was attending. He hadn't told you much just to dress nice so you had picked out your nicest outfit, making sure you could look your best. You never attended events like these. You were one of those people who would much prefer to stay inside away from the crowds and people. But, he had asked you and how could you refuse.
The air felt like it had been punched from your lungs the second you laid your eyes on him. He looked incredible. His hair styled perfectly, dressed in all black and that damn leather jacket. No words had been spoken between you two yet and he was already driving you insane. Time had been good to him. If anything, you thought he looked the most handsome he ever had.
"Hi," he laughed awkwardly, giving you a small wave as he approached. "You look… great."
"Oh, thank you," you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks from appearing. "So, do you. I can't believe its been so long."
"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I swear I wanted to reach out sooner but… I wasn't in a good place and I couldn't drag you down with me."
You shook your head, reaching your hand out to rest on his forearm. "Hey, it's okay. You're here now and that's what matters. You're doing good now, yeah?"
"Yeah, really good."
"I'm glad."
"So, want to come look at some really expensive jewelry with me so I don't go bored out of my mind?" He held his arm out for you which you gladly took.
"Lead the way."
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The electricity between you was still there. Each time you felt his hand on your lower back guiding you or when he leaned in to whisper in your ear in that deep, gentle voice of his, you felt the sparks. It was making you dizzy. In the past decade you had been with a few other guys but none of them made you feel the way Seunghyun did when he touched you. It was purely innocent too so you could only imagine how it would feel if he ever touched you again like he used to.
At one point, at the end of the event when Seunghyun had said goodbye to people, he had noticed you tense up when he placed his hand on your back. He tilted his head to the side, concern lacing his voice. "Everything okay?"
You hummed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine."
"You sure, you seem really tense…" He eyed you suspiciously, the high tone of your voice piquing his interest.
"Just… cold in here."
"Cold, huh?"
"Yep."
"And that's why your cheeks are flushed?" He teased, leaning in a little closer to whisper in your ear.
You didn't speak, you couldn't. The feeling of his hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. He knew, of course he did. That smirk on his face gave it all away. And, to top it all off, he decided to tease you even more by snaking his arm around your waist, his hand resting firmly against you. With no words, he guided you through the halls of the venue until he found the empty bathrooms. There was no hesitation in his movements when he pulled you into one of the stalls. He crowded into you, pressing you up against the stall wall.
"Now," he started, voice low. "Are you going to tell me the truth? What's wrong?"
"You already know. Don't make me say it."
"I want to it hear it."
"You're driving me crazy!" You blurted out. "Showing up looking like… that. I didn't know what to expect after all this time but, my God, Seunghyun, you're driving me insane."
"Good answer," he gave you no time to answer, his lips crashing against yours. His hand came up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, lips moving furiously as he tasted you again after all this time. He pulled away for a second, lips ghosting over yours, speaking breathlessly. "For the record, the feeling is very mutual."
His hand guided one of yours to the prominent bulge straining against his pants. When you rubbed your palm against him, he groaned, his lips finding yours once again. It was like you couldn't get enough of each other. The tension, the desire of the last decade finally coming to a head. You pulled your head back from him, sinking down to your knees. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, tugging his pants down his legs. He let out a hiss as the cold air hit him, his cock hard and aching. You wasted no time wrapping your hand around his length, your thumb swiping over the head of his cock gathering the precum using it to glide your hand around him smoother.
"Fuck," Seunghyun huffed, his head falling back against the stall. "Forgot how good it feels to have you touchin' me like that."
"It's about to get even better," you smirked. Seunghyun watched with hooded eyes as you leaned forward, your tongue licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock from bottom to top. Your tongue swirled around the tip, moaning as you tasted him. The second your lips wrapped around him, Seunghyun felt like he was in heaven. He watched your every move as you took him in your mouth. What you couldn't fit in, you pumped with your hand, setting a steady rhythm. Seunghyun couldn't help but roll his hips against your face. You felt his fingers tangling in your hair, twitching with the urge to pull you even deeper. He watched the way your cheeks hollowed out with every slide, his hips beginning to thrust to match your rhythm.
"Holy fuck," he rasped, his voice a deep, guttural groan. His control was failing, he was struggling to hold back. "Don't stop."
He finally lost it when you took him deep into the back of your throat, choking around him. He grit his teeth, holding your head in place as he took control. His hips snapped against your face driving himself deep into your mouth with each lunge. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. The way you were drooling, the tears at the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. It was all too much.
With all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself from your mouth with a pop, gasping heaving breaths. No words were spoken as he hauled you up, spinning you around so you were facing the wall. He kicked your feet apart, spreading your legs for him. It took him all of five seconds to pull your dress up, pull your panties to the side and position himself. He dragged his cock through your wet folds, moaning at the sensation. "So wet for me."
"Always," you gasped, trying to push back against him but he held your hips firmly still. "Please, Seunghyun. Just fuck me."
"Since you asked so nicely."
In one smooth thrust, he pushed himself inside you to the hilt, his hips flush against your ass. He let out a long, deep groan, stilling for a moment. You moaned at the feeling of him inside you after so long. He was so big, so deep. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to feel so full. He pulled his hips back almost all the way out before thrust back in heavily. Your hands rested against the wall, head hanging as he fucked you slow and hard.
"Missed this, missed you," he mumbled, his voice strained. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming quicker — short, sharp bursts that had your body jolting with each thrust. "Gonna fuck you until I'm the only damn thing you can think about."
One of his hands slid up your back, moving to wrap around your throat, hosting you up so your back was flush against his chest. His lips found your neck, kissing a trail of kisses along your and down your shoulder. "Look at you, takin' me so good. Such a good girl, aren't you? Always were."
"Don't stop, please," you begged. "I'm so close."
Those words were his final undoing. His hand that had been around your neck slid down between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down in rough circles. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, let me feel you."
The whispered words in your ear, the way his cock was driving into you was sending you crazy. Your nails dug into his forearm, your body tensing as your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name, your walls tightening around him. He didn't relent, his cock still pounding into you hard and fast. Three more thrusts and he stilled inside you, a muffled groan of your name against your shoulder as he spilled himself inside you.
Your body went limp against him, the only sounds filling the empty bathroom were your heavy breaths as you both came back down to Earth. He pulled out of you, helping you straighten out your clothes, pulling his own pants back up. He leaned against the wall, hand raking through his hair as he looked over at you, smiling crookedly. "Wasn't exactly planning on fucking you in a bathroom the first time we saw each other again. Wanted to make it special."
"…so romantic," you teased, smiling back at him.
"Yeah, yeah," he blushed. "Was planning on asking you out to dinner and everything."
"Well, you still can."
"Yeah?"
"Ask me," you said softly, stepping forward to smooth out the leather jacket that had been driving you crazy all time.
"Want to go for dinner?" He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, looking at you nervously as if your answer would be no.
Hiiii girlyyyy could you please write like HEART WRENCHING angst with na beak Jin? And how they make up etc🙏🙏 thank you!!!!
slipping away | Na Baekjin x fem!reader
wc: 3.k
synopsis: after you have an unpleasant encounter with someone on the look for your bf, he decides it’s best to let you go
warnings: heartbreak, angst, hurt — no comfort genre: angst
a/n: I did NOT mean to post this, but it somehow landed in the scheduled pile, so here we are
@anon: sorry for taking so long
The tingle of the bell rang across the empty store, announcing the departure of the final costumer. Been about time. You exhaled, hurriedly palming the register to lock it in the safe beneath the counter. Your fingers were itching with the taste of freedom, refusing to wrap around the key to finally seal the metal container shut.
Come on.
You cursed at yourself, motivation enough for your limbs as you finally managed to turn the key.
You jumped up cheering.
It took you about three minutes to shut everything down and gather your belongings before stepping into the darkening evening.
Your muscles were sore, screaming one thing only: home.
You were about to round the corner when a familiar silhouette caught your attention. He was leaning against a flickering street lamp, face hidden by the cloak of night.
Lanky, muscular and his face hidden behind a rising cloud of smoke that kept emitting from the orange gleaming butt of the cigarette he never bothered to finish.
The second you caught up to him, smiling widely, he had already turned, leading the way. With a lazy flick of his wrist he tossed the half finished cigarette aside, burying his hands in the depth of his jacket pockets.
He was always one for silence— at least with you, but you didn't believe in quiet walks. By the time you had reached a nearby park, you had already chewed Seongje's ear off with your tireless conversation, the excitement of meeting your boyfriend just always making you so bubbly.
"My least favorite part of our interactions.", you pouted when Seongje came to a halt, signaling his retreat. He turned his head, no sign of curiousity in those dark eyes, but no irritation either. "Having to part ways with you.", you added, feigning a sad expression.
Seongje just scoffed at that, nodding along before turning on his heels, stealing off to who knows where.
You turned yourself, fussiness bubbling in your stomach at the boy dressed in black and white who was already waiting for you on a bench near the river. Walking slowly to keep yourself from literally skipping towards him, you approached, face already strain from your unyielding smile.
When you had arrived, standing behind the backrest, you threw your arms in the air, bringing them down to wrap against Baekjin's sly shoulders from behind. The cold of his leather jacket barely startled you despite the chill breeze dancing around your limbs.
Baekjin barely reacted to your hug, just a hardly noticeable tug at the corner of his lips indicating the hint of a smile.
The walk in the dim streetlights was peaceful as usual, your conversation never sounding louder than the crunch of the soft gravel beneath your shoes. "How was your day?", he asked first, genuinely wanting to know if you had a pleasant day. You continued strolling around like that, listening to his detailless half answers to your vague questions until eventually you stood before your apartment complex.
As always, your heart sank a little at the sight. Already?
Saying goodbye seemed to grow more difficult day by day, you had noticed, lingering a little longer than you used to before.
As you slipped inside, hurrying up the steps, you entered the apartment without bothering to turn on the lights or shut the door, making a beeline for the nearest window to rip it open. The cold air tangled your hair at once but you didn't mind in the moment cause as usually Baekjin still stood glued to the spot, waiting for the sight of you waving him goodbye, retreating only when he knew that you had arrived safe and sound. With a rare but genuine smile he had reserved for you only, he left then, leaving you to trace his figure until it had vanished out of your sight.
The next day, something happened that rarely occurred. Someone who knew Baekjin stopped you on your way to campus, only you didn't know him— and he wasn't friendly either.
The shortcut through the alley had never caused you any trouble, no, it was the opposite even, saving you a whole seven minutes to get sooner to class. Today would mark the day you'd stop using it.
Your music was all but blaring out of your headphones, probably one octave from being labeled a disorderly conduct but you didn't care, the volume helping you to keep up your speed as you hurried along.
A sharp pain in your nose erupted, leaving it pulsing as you took a few steps backwards in surprise. Had you just walked into a pole?, you wondered, but looking up you were met with a rather human sight. A boy about your age maybe a year older stood before you, hands buried in a hideous track zip-up as he grinned down at you. Assuming he needed help— a rather ridiculous thought in retrospect — you took out an earpiece, halting your music in the matter.
"Yeah?", you asked after a minute of tense silence. A sudden laugh beside you almost made you jump in shock as you began to register that there was more than just one guy with you. You'd been lying had you denied that your heart fluttered a little at the sight of the metal pipes they had their hands wrapped around.
Reluctantly, you took another step backwards, suppressing the urge to squirm as you were met with yet another body. "What the fuck?", you exclaimed, succeeding to mark the slight tremble in your voice with a hint of irritation.
"I need you to pass something along to Baekjin.", the one right before you spat, apparently a code word for his friends to hit their pipes against the concrete floor.
The show of imitation raised something different than the assumed fear in you. Trying to assault you in the middle of the day and making you run late to uni? White hot anger flared under your skin.
Automatically, your feet carried you forwards, arm raised before your brain could calculate the possible outcomes. Your acrylics raked across his face, leaving white streaks that turned red in an instant.
The guy before you cursed something incoherently rude before grabbing your wrist, surely bursting some capillaries along your pulsing skin where he was pressing down on. You winced in pain.
You had to compliment his strength with a kick to between his legs but before you could do so much as raise your foot, a whistle tore through the racket, leaving the guys around you to hold their breaths.
The hold around your wrist faltered and as did his expression. You didn’t have to follow his gaze to assume who stood behind you.
"Tell me, instead.”, he proposed. That familiar tone in his voice making the corners of your mouth switch up. “I'll make sure it reaches Baekjin."
Three of them managed to run before Seongje had mad it their turn to get beaten up. You watched with a careless expression as Seongje dropped the last one on the concrete, his sneakers leaving an ugly print on the part of the assiliant’s face where he was pressing it on.
Your eyes flicked to your phone screen. It was too late to go to class anyways, your teacher wouldn’t let anyone in who arrived tardier than five minutes.
You cursed, pointing a look at Seongje as he started approaching you with a newly lit cigarette dangling in between his teeth.
"And what's with you?”, he jut his chin towards you. “Don't you at least know how to throw a punch?"
You scoffed.
“I clawed at his face.”
He sized you up with an irritated gaze. “Yeah, so good it almost left a scratch.”
As your day went on, you bullied the memory of the incident into the back of your head, slowly forgetting what had just occurred a few hours ago, concentration swapping between your friends’ stories, class topics and new projects you had to plan for extracurriculars.
So when you waved your friends goodbye, heading out of campus, you were dumbfounded as to why your boyfriend was awaiting you, one hand in the blazer of his own school uniform.
A nervousness spread across your stomach as you tried to tally all possible anniversaries you could’ve missed. Had something special happened on this day a year ago?
Before you could come up with anything, something shifted on your back. At the sudden lack of heaviness, your back straightened automatically.
Baekjin didn’t even acknowledge your thank you as he held your backpack in his hand, instead walking on while you trailed beside him. You didn’t put much thought behind it, enjoying the chilly quietness of the approaching evening.
When he finally decided to break the silence, you were on the entrance to the shortcut that had recently fallen out of your affection.
He came to a sudden halt, stalling your walk as well hence you had to stop abruptly to not walk into him. He carefully tangled his fingers around your wrist, bringing it up slowly.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the display of fingerprints etched into your skin.
"What happened here?", he asked, something different than curiosity painting his voice. Whatever lie you’d press through your teeth would be hard to swallow. You didn’t realise because your longsleeved shirt was covering half your palms but as Baekjin pushed the material up your arm, he revealed a collection of colorful red bruises. They’d turn violent soon.
You just shrugged, half-heartedly, eager to change the topic quickly. "I just fell.", you lied, aware of the way his jaw clenched at your deception. With that you turned, aiming to change the direction of your walk, but Baekjin stood rooted, already heading for the other way.
You called out his name.
“Let’s walk a different path, okay?”
Baekjin huffed but he stopped. “For what reason?”
“None.”, you lied. “It’s just shady is all. Makes my skin crawl. I usually don’t take it.”
“Never?” His head snapped to yours and you squirmed under his pointy gaze.
“I know what happened this morning.”
Seongje.
You exhaled. He wouldn’t blame himself, would he?
“I know. I know I was lucky Seongje was around randomly-“, you started but your boyfriend cut you off.
“It wasn’t random.” Your interest perked at that and you looked at him.
"You're tracking my phone?" The conclusion had just popped into your head and you craved that he’d deny the accusation but it seemed he had no intention of doing that.
“I told you to be careful so often.”, he started but you had to cut him off this time.
"I'm still stuck on the fact that you're tracking my phone. How do I undo it?" You palmed you phone, unlocking it to look for any unusual sight but you came up empty handed.
"You can't undo it.”, he let you know. “And you won't have to worry about it either once we go our separate ways."
Your head threatened to explode with the new flood of information, creating a pressure that simulated a rubber band pressing at your skull.
"I can't even take you to the place I spent half of my day at, because I'm worried that you'll get hurt.”, he continued.
You noticed now what was off about him. Something you couldn’t pinpoint earlier when he had picked you up. It was his voice.
There was no hint of warmth in it. No affection that only you could hear, no, he sounded cold, void.
And then came the sentence that had your blood run cold.
“You're a liability."
—-
His words left you aching. Like on impulse, you turned on your heels and rushed home, as if you could escape the conversation fast enough, his words would never meet you— and that meant he never said them, right? It made sense in your head.
As you entered your home, you made a beeline for the window, opening it fast enough that you could catch a glimpse of Baekjin lurking in his usual spot before leaving.
You hoped that it was a bad dream, a misunderstanding at large.
And since Baekjin knew you well enough to understand your thinking, he sent Seongje the next day, just to confirm.
"He can't even come here himself and tell me to my face?” Your voice was one more word away from breaking.
"Is it because I can't fight? Tell him that I'll learn. Tell him, Seongje, please I-" The hint of tears caressed your cheeks, inviting the cold air of the afternoon to come and wrap around the wet spots.
Seongje threw his head into his neck. “It’s over. Just accept it.”
——
You hadn’t seen either after that. No one picked you up after your shift, your evenings had filled with a calm that didn’t match the easiness there had been before. It was frustrating.
A few days ago you had all you could ask for and now you’d found yourself in a stretch of time that left you too numb to even respond to your friends’ text half of the time.
The first few days, you were shattered but you tried to undo it, only to find that he had deleted all traces of contact. His number was gone, call history swiped. You never bothered to remember it by heart and there was no piece of paper with his digits scribbled on top either.
It took a few weeks of spilled tears and comforting sleepovers at your friends’ places but eventually, you got used to the idea of never hearing from him again. You told yourself that there was no future awaiting you if he was involved.
Slowly, you got your spark back, started to smile back at costumers, even raised your hands a few times in class again, startling the teachers that had almost forgotten your name with the vague occurrence.
Just as your life had clawed itself out of stop-motion, you were bound to fall back.
The footsteps that sounded behind you had your hands ache from the grip on your keys. The metal dug into your palm but you were too focused on listening to the approaching guys behind you to pay heed to your broken skin.
Your pluse spiked as one of them crept into your peripheral, halting you in your steps as he came to stop right in front of you.
“Are you kidding me?”, you simply cussed out, the sheer ridiculousness of them not having learnt their lessons making irritation creep up your spine.
“What do you want now?”, you pressed through gritted teeth, a loose boulder two steps before you whispering its invitation for you to grab it and test its heaviness.
“I was hoping for a conversation without your guard dog around.”, he explained to you, matter-of-factly.
It was too late for this. You opened your mouth to tell him that you weren’t together anymore, but closed it instead. İt wasn’t your best idea to just out yourself as alone when you had a bunch of guys corner you in a dark alley.
To add to the horror, you realised while looking around that the area you had stumbled into didn’t seem familiar to you. in your haze You had walked into the opposite direction.
“This time I don’t need you to talk to him.”
Whatever innuendo he had laced with his assertion you didn’t need to find out.
Quickly, you side stepped him and lunged for the brick. Like you had presumed, it was heavy in your hand, fine grains of stone trickling down your palm.
You barely let him turn to you before you tightened your grip and brought the massive boulder down to his temple.
Easier said than done. He didn’t go limp like they do in the movies, instead he cried out, held one hand to the pulsing spot and grabbed your hair. Your scalp screamed in white hot pain, so you kicked against his shin to loosen his grip. It worked and he stumbled backwards.
The fight broke loose. You earned a blow or two but managed to give them back something similar in taste. By the time you were done, your breath was laggy and your skin was pulsing. You touched more skin than you had anticipated, wincing whenever someone grabbed you.
With your last hit, the brick sliced into two pieces, falling out of your hold and colliding into chunky crumbs as it hit the floor.
You could barely catch your breath before one of them lunged at you again.
With your limbs worn out, you simply turned your head to lessen the impact, anticipating the next blow. It never came.
You looked up to find the guy frozen before you, his eyes locked onto something while his friends exchanged a frantic look.
Who-
You recognised the voice first.
“What suddenly you can fight?”, Seongje asked, a trademark cockiness coating his words.
The guys before you scurried together before quickly limping away.
Seongje’s gaze fell on you.
You turned on your heels, quickening your steps.
“You don’t miss me?”, he teased.
“I hoped I’d never have to see you again.”, you retorted, irritation hot under your skin as you listened to his footsteps follow you.
“Well, unlucky for you,”, he started, struggling to talk around what you assumed what a cigarette. “You kind of stepped into our operation area.”
You stopped in your tracks, earning a sound of surprise from Seongje as he sidestepped you to avoid a clash.
Before you stood a garage and next to decorated with a huge neon sign, a bowling place. This is where he works?
Before your next thoughts could start to form, you saw him. Your stomach dropped at the sight.
His gaze was already fixed on you, hands in his jacket pockets as he took in your appearance.
You stood rooted, unable to move as he closed the distance to you in a few strides.
You shivered visibly, unsure whether it was weather related. You did forget your windbreaker at work. Baekjin’s eyebrow quivered slightly as he noticed, too.
“You look cold.”, he stated, moving to slide off his jacket but you took a step back. “Don’t.”
He huffed but nodded, moving his hand towards your face instead.
As you turned your head to the side to avoid his touch, your tongue darted towards a wet spot along the inner corner of your mouth. An unpleasant copper taste spread on your tongue. Did he want to wipe the blood off your lips?
Annoyed, you huffed. “You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you care about me.” You didn’t dare to raise your voice, fearing that it might trigger you to sob. And once you’ve started, it wouldn’t stop until you were asleep from exhaustion.
“My grades are better because my new tutor is smart and I don’t have to blush whenever he looks at me. And I get home way sooner because no one’s taking me on dates when it’s too dark to see. And I finally have time for my friends again.” You knew it was unfair to put the blame on him, but you had to admit, it made everything so easy. Memories flooded your mind, pictures of non-answered phone calls because he was busy drowned out the memories of him apologising through actions and keeping up promises to make up.
Late nights of him draping his jacket over your shoulders because you shivered in your sleep and him not paying attention to the cinema screen because he was busy admiring your reactions to the scenes all slipped your mind.
You let yourself forget the good times. Easy as that.
"I'm not your liability anymore. You chose to stay away, so stay away."
You turned, ignoring the sting in your heart as you tried to ignore the tiny twitch in his expression. You didn’t dare to acknowledge what it was.
Heyy can u write smth for reader being thanos's sugar baby
sugar baby
α/n: hell yeah, broke girls unite!! this has been rotting in my notes for α loooong time.
content: first, you're going to get α quick throwback on how you met thanos followed by sugar baby headcanons and obviously some nsfw hehe. → unprotected piv, cum, choking, semi-public sex, sex toys, oral sex (m receiving)
the economy hasn’t exactly been a girl’s best friend lately. you wouldn't necessarily classify yourself as materialistic, but you appreciated the finer, nicer things in life—just like anyone else with taste. but there's a specific, universal type of misery reserved for the moment you realize you've run out of absolutely everything all at once. it's never just the mascara; it's a domino effect that claims your whole vanity.
which is how you ended up standing under the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of the local drugstore, clutching a small, sad pile of essentials: shampoo, mascara, lip liner, and lotion. the checkout line was agonizingly long, snaking past the impulse-buy racks, and by the time you finally reached the cashier, you were already exhausted. then came the real killer. the total flashed on the screen, and your stomach dropped. inflation was genuinely getting disrespectful at this point. you stared down at the counter, a wave of defeat washing over you as you began the grim mental calculus of which product was going to be sacrificed to the drugstore gods this time.
“uhm, can you remove this one please?” you muttered to the cashier, your voice laced with quiet embarrassment as you pushed the bottle of lotion aside.
before the cashier could even scan it out, a heavily tattooed hand slid into your field of vision, firmly pushing the bottle back toward your pile.
“keep it. and add these, too,” a deep voice commanded from right behind you. a cascade of items clattered onto the conveyor belt next to your stuff: two energy drinks and a pack of mint gum.
you blinked, looking up in sheer confusion, only to find yourself staring at a guy who looked like he’d walked straight out of a mood board. he had messy purple hair, wore an oversized vintage varsity jacket, and ink peeked out from under his sleeves and up his neck. but what really arrested your attention was his face. he was breathtakingly handsome. honestly, even if he didn't have a dime to his name, he could probably still pay his rent with that face card alone. it was almost unfair.
“no, really, it’s fine. i don't need it,” you stammered, trying to push the lotion back out of the equation. you weren't about to be a charity case for a random pretty boy.
“nah,” he insisted, a lazy, confident grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “a señorita needs her beauty products.”
behind him, a collective, irritated sigh rippled through the long queue. people were actively glaring at the two of you for holding up the line, so to avoid causing a scene, you finally backed off and let him have his way. the cashier, clearly checked out and wanting to speed things along, mindlessly shoved everything—your toiletries and his snacks—into the exact same plastic bag. you couldn't help but wonder if he'd engineered that on purpose, using the shared bag as a tactical excuse to keep talking to you.
not that you were entirely complaining. getting this kind of tattention from someone that attractive felt like a little piece of divine intervention, or maybe just the universe finally paying you back for a bad week.
he tapped his card against the reader with a casual beep, grabbed the heavy bag, and turned to walk out. you followed him through the automatic sliding doors into the cool evening air.
“thanks, but it really wasn’t necessary,” you said, catching up to his long strides. you noticed the subtle way his chest expanded, your gratitude immediately feeding right into his ego. “how can i pay you back?”
he stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. for a solid, quiet second, he just stared at you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were concentrating incredibly hard. it looked like he was forming his very first thought of the day.
“give me your number,” he finally said, a slow, smug smirk spreading across his face.
you let out a soft, skeptical laugh. “i mean, i don’t want to disappoint you, but i’m not really interested in dating anyone right now.” yes, he was devastatingly hot, but he practically radiated a lack of trustworthiness. then again, maybe that was just your own deeply ingrained trust issues doing the talking. “plus, i don’t even know you.”
“oh, yeah. true,” he said, shifting his weight and clearing his throat to fix his demeanor. “i’m thanos.”
you raised an eyebrow, your expression blanking into utter bewilderment. thanos? like the marvel villain who wiped out half the universe? was this guy seriously messing with you right now?
“you’re not funny,” you said, the warmth fading as irritation took over. you were tired, you had a headache, and you just wanted your mascara so you could go home.
“what?!” he asked, looking genuinely offended before bursting into a chuckle. “that’s my stage name. i’m a rapper. you can google me later, i promise.”
a rapper. well, that certainly explained the casual spending and the zero-hesitation card tap. out of a lingering sense of respect for the fact that he just saved you from a dry-skin crisis, you decided to play along and gave him your actual name.
his eyes lit up a little. “cool. now, about that number?” he insisted, pulling out a sleek, expensive phone and hovering his thumb over the keypad.
you sighed, realizing he wasn't going to let this go easily. besides, he did just buy your whole routine. you gave in, rattling off the digits while he typed them in with a satisfied expression. when he finished, he tapped a few more times, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“what did you save me as?” you asked, catching the smirk.
he turned the screen toward you. typed in clean letters next to your number was: sugar baby.
you groaned, letting out a half-amused, half-exasperated laugh. “seriously? why?”
“because,” he laughed, sliding the phone back into his jacke
t pocket with a wink. “i paid for your things, didn't i? rules are rules.”
you shook your head, fighting back a smile as you took the drugstore bag from his hand. “would you have done that for anyone else in that line?” you asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
“nah,” he said instantly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with total certainty.
you didn't believe him for a second—a guy who looked like that definitely had a habit of being a knight in shining armor for pretty girls—but it was a smooth answer nonetheless.
“right. well, i gotta go,” you said, adjusting the bag in your grip and taking a step backward.
“you want a ride? i can drop you off,” he offered, gesturing vaguely toward the parking lot where a nice car was undoubtedly sitting.
“nah, i live super near. thanks though,” you said, offering him one last genuine smile.
“suit yourself. check your phone later,” he called out. you parted ways, walking into the night with a full skincare routine and a very dangerous new contact in your phone.
HEADCANONS
he treats you like absolute royalty. his favorite thing to do is brag about how much money he drops on u to his producer friends, completely funding your luxury lifestyle just because he can.
your allowances are scheduled like a clock. every single month, a massive deposit hits your account with a note that just says "for my senorita," and he gets genuinely offended if u don't spend it all.
he loves taking you on private shopping sprees where he literally tells the designer staff to bring out the rarest, most expensive bags from the back room just to watch u pick your favorite colors.
your wardrobe is entirely funded by him. if u mention u like a new collection that just dropped on the runway, the entire line is delivered to your apartment the next morning before u even wake up.
he gets u a private penthouse in the city and covers the rent, bills, and interior design completely, telling u that his princess deserves nothing less than a mansion in the sky.
his texts are short and straight to the bag. you'll randomly get a "check your account" or "the driver is outside with your jewelry" text while he's busy in the studio.
he loves showing u off in the VIP section at his clubs. he makes sure u have the best seat, the most expensive champagne flowing, and that everyone knows you're the most expensive girl in the room.
if u ever buy something yourself, he gets annoyed. he’ll check his black card statement, notice u didn't use it, and text u immediately like, "what am i paying u for? use my money, stop playing."
he assigns a 24/7 personal driver and private security detail to u. you don't lift a finger or touch a door handle; you're driven everywhere in a luxury tinted SUV.
he loves buying u custom, iced-out jewelry. he’ll design a diamond-encrusted bracelet or necklace just for u, making sure it shines completely under the club lights.
whenever you're bored, he’ll just wire u extra cash "for the vibes" so u can go get your nails done, go to the spa, or hit up luxury boutiques with your friends.
he behaves like a total boastful menace about u. if anyone asks about your designer clothes, he’ll smirk and say, "yeah, thanos bought that. only the best for my girl."
he has zero concept of limits when it comes to u. u casually say u want a new watch, and he buys u a custom diamond-flooded piece that costs more than a sports car.
he loves it when u look expensive. he’ll sit back on his studio couch, smoking and grinning, just watching u walk in wearing the designer heels and clothes he paid for.
your spa days are entirely on his tab. every single week, u have unlimited access to the most exclusive wellness centers for full-body treatments and massages.
he loves wrapping his heavy, luxury designer coats around your shoulders when you're leaving the club together, making sure the paparazzi see how well-dressed you are.
he will literally fund any project or business you want to start just to see u succeed, cutting a massive check without even looking at the business plan.
during late-night studio sessions, he orders the most expensive catering in the city just for u, making sure your favorite luxury meals are waiting for u on his desk.
he loves the aesthetic of you holding stacks of his cash. he’ll literally hand u a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills just to take a blurry, aesthetic photo of u for his private feed.
whenever u thank him for the princess treatment, he just chuckles, pulls u into a brief hug, and says, "don't worry about it, princess. your only job is looking beautiful and letting thanos handle the rest."
NSFW
he connects your financial allowance directly to how well u perform for him, telling u exactly how he wants to be taken care of.
he frequently sends boxes of explicit, high-end designer lingerie to your house with notes that say: “wear this to the studio tonight, and don't put anything else on under it.”
if u visit him at his corporate office or studio, he locks the heavy doors immediately, pulls u onto his mahogany desk, and takes u right there while his unreleased tracks are playing in the background.
his talk in bed is incredibly dirty and money-focused. he loves growling stuff like, "look at u, getting this wet for my money, such a good little sugar baby," to drive u insane.
he gets a massive thrill from overstimulating u. he’ll buy u expensive wireless toys and control them from across the VIP booth, watching u squirm while he talks business with his managers.
he loves rough, possessive handling. he’ll grip your waist until his knuckles turn white, forcing u to look at yourself in his bedroom's floor-to-ceiling mirrors while he hammers into u from behind.
he has a heavy biting fetish when he loses his composure. he will leave deep, dark marks along your collarbone and chest so everyone knows exactly whose wealth is keeping u.
he loves making u give him head under his desk while he’s on important industry calls, clenching his jaw and gripping your hair tightly as u swallow him while he tries to keep his voice steady.
he has insane stamina and a high drive, especially on drugs. he’ll come back to your place at 4 a.m. after a show, completely high on adrenaline, rip your clothes off, and demand your immediate attention.
his kisses are deep, wet, and completely bruising. he loves sticking his tongue down your throat, completely muffling your loud moans while his massive hands trace your bare skin.
he is incredibly cocky about how wet u get for him. he’ll slide his fingers into your underwear, feel how soaked u are, and smirk, "damn, you're practically leaking just from thinking about my black card."
he loves taking risks in public. he’ll pull u onto his lap in the back of his luxury SUV with the tinted glass up, pulling your underwear to the side and driving into u while the driver navigates heavy traffic.
he specifically buys high-friction satin and silk sheets for his bed because he loves the sound of your bare skin sliding against the fabric when things get sweaty and intense.
he loves choking u just a bit—pressing his thumb firmly against your windpipe to make your throat tighten around his name while he drives his entire length deep inside u.
he gets turned on when u mess up his expensive clothes. he loves it when u get your juices and precum all over his designer baggy jorts or luxury boxers while playing with him under the desk.
if u ever try to tease him or walk away when he’s fully hard, he will grab u by your hair, yank u right back onto his lap, and whisper, "you think this is a game? fix this right now."
he loves rubbing his thick, leaking tip all over your clit and opening without actually inserting himself, driving u to the absolute edge until u are literally begging him to fuck u.
he loves pinning both your wrists over your head with just one of his massive hands, completely dominating your movement while he thrusts into u at a hard, unforgiving pace.
the morning after a wild, dirty night where u did exactly what he wanted, you’ll wake up to a massive notification on your phone showing a huge bonus deposit, followed by a text: "good girl. go buy that diamond watch u wanted."
imagine if reader was in a abusive relationship and su bong was her friend and he found out
my safe place
α/n: oh yeah, i had so much fun imagining and writing this. he’s so protector coded grrrrr #needthat also wrote this half asleep pls ignore typos once again, you already know i hate rereading
warnings : abuse, domestic violence, mention of sexual assault, bruises, alcohol, language, protected piv
words: ~ 6k (you’re getting spoiled)
you had been in this relationship for a really long time, but you would be lying if you said you were happy. for a while, you just were not emotionally ready to admit to yourself that it was abusive. it was so far from the love story you had always dreamed of having. you felt like you were nothing but a body to your boyfriend. the worst part was that he would not even take no for an answer most of the time. you honestly did not know if that feeling was worse than the times he actually hurt you physically.
luckily, you had a safe space. that safe space was your friend subong, or thanos, which is what his fanbase called him. he was a really famous rapper, but he always made time for you no matter how busy he got. that was the main reason your boyfriend hated him and was always against you hanging out with him.
one day, thanos invited you to one of his concerts. you were sitting in the crowd with semi, chatting and having fun, before you suddenly realized your phone screen was about to go dark.
"hey, semi. do you have a charger? my phone is about to die," you told her, looking at the low battery sign.
she opened her purse and started digging through it, but she could not find anything. "i don't think so, no. but don't worry, i will send you all the videos i take anyway," she replied.
you just nodded your head. you did not want to tell her that it was not about the videos at all. it was about your boyfriend, because you shared your live location with him, and you knew what would happen if it stopped updating.
the concert ended up being amazing, and you had so much fun watching thanos perform. after the show finished, the venue started to get empty. security let you and semi go backstage, where you met up with thanos and namgyu. all of you stood around talking and laughing. thanos was being a total goofball, making funny faces and cracking jokes to celebrate a good show.
"you guys liked the energy tonight?" thanos asked, wiping some sweat from his forehead with a goofy grin.
"you were okay," namgyu joked, making everyone laugh.
after hanging out for a while, it was finally time to go home. since you all lived near each other, thanos offered to drive everyone back. he dropped off semi and namgyu first, and you were the last one left in the car. he pulled up to your building, and you said goodbye before walking inside.
you walked up the stairs to your apartment, feeling the dread sink back into your stomach. you did not even have time to knock or unlock the door before your boyfriend ripped it open. he grabbed your arm and pulled you inside roughly, slamming the door shut behind you.
"why was your location off?" he yelled right in your face, his eyes full of anger.
"my phone died!" you said back, trying to pull away from his grip.
"you have been out with that stupid rapper again, haven't you?" he screamed, getting closer to you.
"it was just a concert with semi and namgyu too! let go of me!" you tried to fight back, arguing with him, but he just gripped your arm even harder. it hurt so bad that tears sprang to your eyes.
"ouch! stop! you are hurting me!" you cried out.
at your words, he let go of your arm so suddenly and with so much force that you lost your balance. you fell hard onto the floor, scraping your knee and elbow against the ground. you stayed down there, crying silently as the pain throbbed through your body.
he just stood over you, looking down with disgust, and started saying horrible, hurtful things. "did you guys fuck? did you slutty bitch suck that stupid rapper's dick tonight?"
"no!" you sobbed, shaking your head. "no, we didn't!"
"do you really think he would ever care about a pathetic bitch like you?" he sneered.
the fight kept going, with him screaming more insults while you just sobbed on the floor. finally, you couldn't take it anymore. you scrambled to your feet, scrambled for the door, and just ran away.
"get back here!" the man screamed after you into the hallway.
the loud noise made some of the neighbors open their doors to see what was happening, but you didn't care. you just ran down the stairs as fast as you could, tears blurring your vision.
once you got outside, you realized you had nowhere to go and your phone was still completely dead. you walked quickly until you found a twenty-four-hour gas station. you went inside, your voice trembling as you asked the cashier if they could lend you a charger for a minute. the cashier looked at your messy face and handed you a cord.
you plugged it in, and as soon as the screen lighted up, your hands started shaking. you did not know who to call. you tried calling semi first, but it went straight to voicemail.
"hi, this is semi, please leave a message," her recorded voice said.
you hung up. your finger hovered over namgyu's contact name... but you shook your head. no, you couldn't call him. so, you dialed thanos.
it took a few long rings before he finally picked up. you could hear a lot of loud music and noise in the background on his end.
"yes, y/n! miss me already?" thanos said into the phone, his voice loud and cheerful.
you were not in the mood for jokes at all. you could barely breathe. "are you free?" you whispered.
"yeah, i was just about to hop into the shower, why? what's up?" he asked, his tone getting a bit more serious when he heard your voice.
hearing his familiar voice made all your walls break down, and you just started crying loudly right there in the store. the cashier stopped what they were doing and just stared at you with pity.
"wait, where are you right now?" thanos asked quickly, the background noise suddenly cutting out as he walked into a quiet room.
you managed to choke out the name of the gas station. about twenty minutes later, a car pulled up, and you were sitting outside on the curb. thanos hopped out of the car and rushed over to you.
the moment he reached you, you immediately started crying into his arms. he held you tight, but you couldn't even speak. you did not know what to say or where to even begin explaining the nightmare you just went through. seeing that you couldn't talk, he did not push you. he just sat down right next to you on the dirty curb, keeping you close.
you pulled your legs up and hugged your knees to your chest to try and stop shaking. when you did that, the sleeve of your top slid up, and that was when he noticed a dark bruise already forming on your wrist.
he reached out and grabbed your arm to look closer. you whined out loud from the sharp pain, trying to pull back.
thanos looked furious. his face completely changed. "who did this to you?" he asked, his voice deep and angry.
you just looked down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes.
"that bastard," thanos muttered, his jaw clenching. he started to stand up like he was going to go find your boyfriend right then and there.
you quickly reached out and pulled him back by his clothes. "fuck him," you cried softly. "do you really want to get in trouble because of him? please don't go."
thanos looked at you, sighed, and sat back down.
"can you just drive me to semi's place?" you asked him, wiping your eyes. "she didn't pick up my call earlier."
"yeah, maybe because she is fucking asleep right now," thanos said, shaking his head gently. "you are staying the night at my place."
"no," you countered, feeling self-conscious. "you probably have guests over anyway."
"if by guests you mean bitches, then you are wrong. thanos doesn't get as much play as you think," he joked, trying to make you smile.
he helped you up and walked you to his car. the drive to his apartment was quiet and calm. when you got there, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights.
"sorry for the mess," he said, kicking a stray shoe out of the way.
"it's okay," you murmured, walking over to sit down on his couch.
he walked away into his bedroom for a minute and came back holding some clothes. he handed you a hoodie from his local tour merch and a pair of oversized sweatpants.
"here. if you don't like these, you can go into my closet and pick something else out, but i think you look good in anything," he said with a shrug.
you actually let out a small chuckle through your leftover tears.
"damn, if i knew glazing you would make you laugh, i would have done it way sooner," he smiled, looking relieved to see you smile.
"can i have a blanket?" you asked, looking around the living room.
thanos raised an eyebrow. "for what?"
"uhm, so i can sleep on the couch," you answered simply.
"nah, you are sleeping on my bed," he said immediately. "i will just go spend the night at namgyu's place. besides, this couch completely sucks, man."
"no, stay. please," you said softly, not wanting to be left alone after everything that happened.
thanos looked at your tired eyes and nodded. "ok. i'll stay."
you went to the bathroom to wash your face and change into his clothes. when you came out wearing his giant hoodie with absolutely no makeup on, he just cracked a few more silly jokes and gave you sweet compliments to make you feel comfortable.
later that night, you both got into his bed. it felt a little bit awkward at first, the space between you feeling huge as you both lay flat on your backs and stared up at the dark ceiling.
the silence stretched out until he finally spoke up. "how long?" he asked quietly.
you turned your head to look at him in the dark. "hm?"
"that son of a bitch," thanos said, his voice dropping low. "when did he start hurting you?"
you looked away from him, staring back up at the ceiling as a heavy feeling settled in your chest. "i don't know," you whispered.
you turned your body away from him, rolling onto your side to face the wall, closing your eyes so you wouldn't have to think about it anymore.
despite thanos being known as pretty problematic in the music industry and how stupid he could act sometimes in publique, he was a really good friend to you. he cared so much about the people close to him, and he always made sure everyone was safe, especially you and semi, who he always called his senoritas. plus, you could not deny how good looking he actually was in real life. he was very good looking, which made total sense why so many girls online were always thirsting over him. but right now, under his roof, you just felt safe.
behind you, you heard the mattress shift. thanos didn't say a single word, knowing that words probably wouldn't help right now anyway. instead, he just moved closer until you could feel the warmth radiating off his chest against your freezing back.
slowly, carefully, he slid one large arm under your head to support you, and brought his other arm around your waist. he pulled you backward gently, bridging the distance between you until your back was pressed right against his chest. it wasn't a rushed movement; he did it with so much caution, like he was afraid you might break if he held you too tight.
when his hand reached up to the back of your head, his fingers began to softly stroke through your hair. his touch was incredibly light, his fingers running through the tangled strands over and over in a slow, rhythmic motion that felt so grounding.
"i've got you," he murmured against the back of your neck, his voice a low, rough whisper that cut through the silence of the room. "you're safe now. just breathe, senorita."
the moment his hand brushed against your scalp and you felt the solid weight of him protecting you from the rest of the world, something inside you completely broke. all the tension you had been holding in your muscles for months, all the fear and the constant survival mode you had been living in, just melted away.
you turned around in his embrace, burying your face directly into his chest. your hands came up to clutch at his shirt, gripping the fabric tight like it was the only thing keeping you anchored to the earth. you completely melted into his arms, letting yourself become small and vulnerable in a way you hadn't allowed yourself to be in a very long time.
thanos just tightened his grip around you, tucking his chin over the top of your head. he kept up the slow, soothing stroke of his hand through your hair, his thumb occasionally brushing comfortingly against the side of your neck. he didn't care that your tears were completely soaking into his shirt. he just held you through the worst of it, rocking you slightly in the dark as you cried out all the sadness and pain you had been keeping locked away.
wrapped up in his scent and his quiet warmth, the terrifying memory of your apartment began to fade into the background. it was heartbreaking because of everything you had lost and suffered through to get to this point, but as you listened to the steady, calm beat of his heart right under your cheek, you realized that for the first time in a very long time, you were actually allowed to just be safe.
the next morning, a loud, heavy banging on the front door shook the whole apartment. the noise was so intense it echoed through the walls, waking both of you up with a hard start. you sat up in bed, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs, panic instantly flooding your chest. you knew that knock. it was him. your ex.
"no, please," you whispered, your voice shaking as you grabbed thanos by his arm. "don't open it. he'll just go away if we ignore him."
thanos looked at the door, his face instantly hardening into a serious expression you rarely saw on him. he gently patted your hand to calm you down. "get back into the room and close the door," he told you, his voice calm but strict.
you scrambled back under the covers, pulling them up, but you left the bedroom door cracked just enough to hear.
thanos walked over to the front door and ripped it open. "hey, man," he said, leaning against the frame like he didn't have a single care in the world.
"where the fuck is y/n?" your ex spat, his voice full of pure rage.
"i don't know, man. i dropped her off at your place yesterday," thanos replied smoothly, his tone completely flat.
out of nowhere, your ex lunged forward and grabbed thanos tightly by the collar of his shirt, pushing him back. instead of getting mad, thanos just let out a low chuckle, looking down at the hands on his chest.
"move on, man," thanos said, his eyes turning cold. "she's in better hands now anyway."
that was the breaking point. your ex swung at him, and they started fighting right there in the hallway, loud thuds and cursing filling the air. you hid in the bedroom, covering your ears, but the fight didn't last long. within a couple of minutes, the loud voice of the building security cut through the noise. the guard pulled them apart, immediately recognizing who thanos was, and started apologizing to him for the disturbance while dragging your angry ex down the hall.
thanos walked back into the apartment, fixing his shirt. you ran out of the bedroom immediately, looking at him with wide, worried eyes.
"are you okay?" you asked, your voice trembling.
thanos just rolled his shoulders and scoffed. "duh. he is weak as shit. he just thinks hitting women makes him tougher. dumbass."
living with thanos over the next few days started to make you realize how a real man was actually supposed to act. he was extremely charming and so good looking, even just walking around in baggy sweatpants with messy morning hair. you had always thought he was just a player—which, to be fair, he definitely was with his lifestyle—but now you were realizing that he could be an incredibly good and mature person when he wanted to be.
one afternoon, you were sitting together on the couch, and the vibe got a little sensual and quiet. you found your eyes wandering over the dark ink of his tattoos. your fingers traced the air above his arm, wondering exactly where the patterns ended under his clothes, and a sudden thought hit you. you realized you wanted someone just like him. or maybe... you just wanted him.
for the past few nights, you had practically been sleeping in the same bed because you kept having severe panic attacks whenever it was time for sleep. your ex had made intimacy feel so hard and disgusting for you that the dark bedroom terrified you, but thanos never pushed you. he just held you until you breathed normally again.
a few days later, semi and namgyu came over to hang out. the four of you sat around the living room, smoking, eating takeout, and talking shit about the music industry to distract you.
"i swear, that producer thinks he's a genius just because he discovered how to use a basic synth," namgyu said, rolling his eyes as he took a bite of food.
"right? and his fashion sense is even worse than his beats," semi laughed, leaning back on the cushions.
as the night went on, everyone started drinking. you found yourself drinking a lot, swallowing cup after cup because you just wanted to forget everything that had happened.
semi noticed and gently tried to pull the bottle away from you. "hey, y/n, maybe slow down a bit? you're going pretty fast."
namgyu, trying to lighten the heavy mood, cracked a quick joke. "hey, let her be, she's trying to forget her problems, and honestly, with the way this week went, i'd want to forget my own name too."
but after that, a quiet chill fell over the room. semi gave namgyu a look, and they both realized the atmosphere had gotten kind of bad and heavy. sensing that you needed rest, they both decided it was time to leave. "we're gonna head out, okay? take care of her, thanos," semi whispered before they closed the door.
you were left sitting on the couch, half-asleep and completely blurred from the alcohol. thanos walked over and gently shook your shoulder to try and wake you up. he didn't lift you up completely, knowing you preferred to stand, but he held your waist to guide you to the bedroom because you were having a really hard time walking straight.
he laid you down on the soft mattress, but as he went to pull away to give you space, your hands reached up and tightly held his arms.
"no, stay. please," you mumbled, your vision swimming as you looked up at him.
thanos paused, looking down at you. "i'm not going anywhere," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
you looked into each other's eyes in the dim light. your eyes were kind of red from the alcohol and the tiredness, and so were his, but there was a deep, unsaid sadness swimming in them. you couldn't take the distance anymore. moving purely on instinct, you leaned up and tried to connect your lips to his.
thanos hesitated for a split second, his breath catching in his throat because he knew you were drunk. but looking at your face, he couldn't resist. he leaned down and ended up kissing you back. as your lips met, you couldn't help but think about how incredibly soft his lips were, despite the sharp taste of alcohol lingering between both of you.
the kiss grew deeper, and your hands started to slowly roam over the warm skin of his body, and his hands did the same to yours. but his movements were completely different from how he usually was. for the very first time in his life, thanos the rapper was actually scared of touching a girl. the usually cocky, confident guy was holding you so delicately, seeing you not as an option, but as something precious that he absolutely had to protect.
the kiss grew deeper, the initial hesitation melting away into a heavy, intoxicating heat. the combination of the alcohol rushing through your veins and the months of buried tension made the air between you feel completely electric. your body felt so warm, and all you wanted was to slide closer, to feel the solid weight of his chest and the safety of his presence.
as his lips moved against yours, a soft, breathless whimper escaped your throat. thanos shuddered slightly against your mouth at the sound, the reality of the situation sinking in—this was his friend, the person he had been protecting, and the vulnerability of the moment hit him hard. despite his focus on keeping you safe, the physical reaction was immediate. the shift in the dark room made it clear how much he wanted you too, the soft grey fabric of his sweatpants leaving little to imagination.
you shifted on the mattress, your thighs brushing against his as you tried to close every single inch of distance between you. he wasn't moving with the usual detachment of a casual hookup; instead, the way you leaned into him brought out a fierce, protective masculinity in him that he usually kept hidden behind jokes.
"subong... i'm so hot," you whispered against his lips, your breath uneven.
he let out a low, rough breath, his dark eyes looking down at you in the dim light. "you're drunk as fuck," he murmured, though his hand remained securely cupped against the side of your face.
frustrated by the layers between you, you reached down to pull the hem of your shirt over your head, but your clumsy, alcohol-slowed fingers got tangled in the fabric. "help me," you whined softly, looking up at him.
a low chuckle vibrated in his chest. "alright, hold on," he whispered, his large hands guiding the cotton up and off your arms.
when the shirt was gone, it revealed your bra. thanos paused for a long, quiet second, his gaze lingering over your skin. he had seen plenty of women, but he had never been this close to your semi-naked body, and the familiarity of who you were made it feel entirely different, almost sacred.
"you must be hot too," you murmured, your hands reaching for the edge of his top. "take it off."
he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. his chest was broad and toned, but your eyes immediately followed the dark, intricate lines of his tattoos. your eyes traced the ink where it started near his hands, winding all the way up his arm, crossing his shoulder, and disappearing behind the back of his ear. it was completely mesmerizing up close.
"see something you like?" he asked, a familiar but softer smirk playing on his lips.
you met his eyes, and the playful expression on his face faded into something incredibly intense. "come here," he murmured.
he leaned down, his lips leaving yours to press soft, warm kisses along your jawline before moving down to the sensitive skin of your neck. a shiver ran through you as his hands slid around to your back, his fingers hovering right at the clasp of your bra.
he leaned up slightly, his breath warm against your ear. "can i?" he whispered, waiting for your approval.
"mhm," you breathed out.
with a quick, practiced movement, he unclipped it and slid the straps off your shoulders. his mouth followed the path of his hands, kissing down your collarbone until he reached your breast. you lay back against the pillows, your fingers sliding across the smooth, tattooed skin of his back as his tongue swirled against you, sending a sharp wave of heat straight down to your core.
he kept kissing his way down your stomach, but the sudden intensity made you gasp, your hands tightening on his shoulders as you instinctively pulled back a fraction.
thanos stopped instantly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at your face. "what? did i do something wrong?" he asked, his voice full of immediate concern. "should i stop?"
"no," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "kiss me. please."
a soft, relieved smile touched his lips, and he leaned back up to capture your mouth again. while the kiss deepened, you reached down to pull at the waistband of his sweatpants. understanding your touch, he shifted his weight and helped you kick them off without breaking the kiss, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
he leaned in close, his voice deep and reassuring against your skin. "i'll treat you so good," he murmured, the promise sounding heavy and real in the quiet room.
he reached down to gently slide your bottoms off, and you followed his movements, your hand reaching inside his boxers to find him. your fingers wrapped around his hard length, sliding up and down in a slow stroke.
thanos let out a deep, heavy moan right into your mouth—a low, raspy sound that sent a jolt through you. it was the kind of raw, deep tone you had never heard in his music, entirely private and meant only for you. you kept your eyes on his face, avoiding looking down because it felt different doing this with a friend, but the heat between you had already gone too far to turn back.
he leaned over you, his breathing heavy as he looked down at your face. "do you really want to do this?" he whispered, checking one last time.
"yes. please," you replied.
"wait," he muttered. he reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer to grab a condom.
as he rolled it on, you caught a quick glimpse of him in the dim light, realizing exactly why his reputation preceded him. he positioned himself over you, his knees framing your hips, his hands planting firmly on either side of your head.
he guided himself to your center and slowly inserted just the tip, pausing to let you adjust before pulling back out slightly. he did it a second time, testing your reaction, his eyes locked onto yours to make sure you were okay. on the third thrust, he slid all the way in, filling you completely.
a loud, tangled mess of moans filled the bedroom from both sides. the rhythm was slow, deeply romantic, and heavy with skin-on-skin friction. every time he moved inside you, his tattooed arms flexed against the mattress, keeping his weight from crushing you while still holding you completely captive beneath him.
the slow, heavy rhythm of his hips didn’t change, keeping the pace deliberate and deep. every time he pushed back into you, he let out a low, shaky breath against your neck, his lips brushing over your skin like he was trying to soothe the very heat he was causing. it was so different from the rough, careless way you had been treated before. subong was holding you like you were made of glass, his large hands anchoring your waist, lifting you just enough to meet him.
"you okay?" he panted, his forehead resting against yours for a second. his eyes were dark and completely focused on you, checking for any sign of discomfort. "tell me if it’s too much."
"it's perfect," you gasped out, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, tracing the smooth ridges of the ink on his skin. "don't stop."
hearing that made something shift in him. his grip on your hips tightened, and his thrusts became a little faster, a little harder, but still incredibly gentle. the friction was intense, sending waves of pure electricity through your stomach that made your bak curl against the sheets. the room was completely silent except for the soft sound of skin meeting skin, your breathless hitches, and the deep, raspy groans that kept breaking from his throat.
you locked your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, wanting to get rid of any remaining space between you. the feeling of him filling you so completely, combined with the lingering fuzziness of the alcohol, made everything feel like a warm, blurry dream. for the first time, intimacy didn't feel like a chore or something you were forcing yourself to endure; it felt beautiful, safe, and entirely yours.
as the tension built to a tight coil in your lower stomach, you threw your head back against the pillow, a loud, uninhibited moan slipping past your lips. subong watched your face, his jaw clenching as he swallowed another deep groan. he shifted his weight onto one hand, using the other to grab your hand and lock his fingers with yours, pressing your knuckles down against the mattress.
"look at me," he whispered, his voice rough and commanding but dripping with affection.
you forced your heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze in the dim light. his face was flushed, his purple hair messy, and the sheer vulnerability in his eyes almost made you cry. he looked down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
with one final, deep push, his body went rigid. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he came, his chest heaving against yours. the sudden wave of intense pleasure hit you right after, your body tightening around him as you let out a soft cry, completely melting into the mattress under his weight.
for a long time, neither of you moved. the heavy silence returned to the bedroom, broken only by the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. subong stayed buried inside you for a moment, slowly rocking his hips to ease the aftershocks, before he carefully pulled out and discarded the condom.
he didn't leave the bed or pull away to go to his side. instead, he immediately collapsed right back down next to you, pulling the heavy blanket up over both of your naked, sweaty bodies. he rolled onto his side and hooked his leg over yours, pulling you into his chest just like he had the night before.
his hand found its way back to your hair, his fingers slowly stroking the strands away from your damp face. you rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid, loud thumping of his heart gradually slow down to a steady beat.
"i've got you, senorita," he murmured into the dark, his voice sleepy and thick. "go to sleep."
you closed your eyes, your hand resting over his ribs, finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep where the nightmares couldn't reach you.
.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: when you move into a new apartment building the last person you expect to see there is the guy you had been hooking up with and dumped.
.ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: enemies to lovers kinda vibes. but that's it.
.ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.3k
ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: okay, i've been struggling to write (or do anything) these last few weeks but im trying to get out of my funk. i like this one and i hope you do, too. it was a request i got a bit ago and i finally wanted to get it done <3
“Oh, shit. Hide me,” you hissed, quickly moving to hide behind your friend who had a huge box in their hand full of your things. You ducked behind their back, hoping their body would shield you. This was the last thing you needed right now.
“What?” Your friend asked, confused.
You simply shushed them, pointing your finger over their shoulder at the man who had just walked out of the door opposite your new apartment. He was tall, handsome — someone that would catch anyone’s eye. He looked like he walked straight out of a photoshoot. His leather jacket, thick rimmed glasses covering his eyes, dark hair styled perfectly. It was almost ridiculous how attractive he was. The only problem was that you’d already been there, done that. It had been six months ago — you had met him at a party, hitting it off instantly. He was charming, it had disarmed you and by the end of the night you had been in his bed. It had kept up for a month before you realised that you weren’t really that interested anymore. All it was was sex. Not that it wasn’t great; it was phenomenal but you were getting to that age where you wanted something more meaningful than a situationship. The connection was there but it seemed like he was more interested in getting you in bed than actually having a meaningful conversation. So, you had ended the little thing you two had going. Seunghyun hadn’t been too thrilled by it but you had stayed firm. You hadn’t seen him since then, you hadn’t wanted to.
Of course you’d end up living in the same damn apartment building as him.
He looked over in your direction. Your hiding place wasn’t really hiding you and he spotted you immediately, raising a brow at the way you had your head peering over your friend's shoulder, ducking down again the second his eyes landed on you. Seunghyun rolled his eyes, a scoff leaving his mouth before he turned and walked off towards the elevator.
“Okay, you have to tell me what the hell that was about!” Your friend said, kicking your front door open to finally place the heavy box they had been holding.
“I hope the wine and glasses were in that box because oof.”
“Who says we need glasses?”
The night was spent on the floor, eating pizza and drinking wine while you told your friend the whole story about Seunghyun. The questions came pouring out (“how did you not know this was his apartment building?” “It wasn’t last time I saw him!"), the chiding that you’d never told them (“can’t believe you hid your hot sneaky link from me, what the hell?) and the apology that now you were living in sheer awkwardness that one of your former flings was now your neighbour. Life really liked to throw the hard stuff your way but you could make it work. It was easy to avoid someone forever, right? Like, how hard could it really be?
Turns out it was very hard. It was a few days later when you next saw him. You had stepped outside your apartment, heading out to the store to pick up some groceries at the same time he walked out of his. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, an eyebrow lifting.
“Stalking me?” He questioned, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.
You scoffed. “You wish.”
“Yeah, right,” he rolled his eyes. So, he was still bitter about the way you had ended things. That seemed fair but at the same time it really bothered you. You were never anything serious, it wasn’t like you had hurt his feelings, walked out on him like you were in some committed relationship.
“Look, I don’t want to talk to you, you don’t want to talk to me, so let’s just go about our lives without ever talking again.”
“Fine by me.”
He jabbed the button to the elevator with his finger. You let out a deep sigh — guess you’d have to take the stairs. One last look at him and you pushed the door open to the stairway, disappearing and hoping that you never had to speak to him again.
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The no speaking rule you had put in place between the two of you was going well. Even if you saw each other in the hallway, it would be a quick glance, an eye roll and you’d move on. As the weeks progressed, the eye rolls seemed to lessen. It even got to a point where you could share the elevator — no words shared between you, both standing at opposite ends of the small metal box but it was civil, if that was even the right word to use. The awkward tension was always still there, lingering whenever the two of you were in the same proximity as each other but for the most part it was bearable. Seunghyun could just be a footnote in your life, someone you had shared a brief encounter with that you wouldn’t remember ten years from now. That was all he was.
Today had been a particularly shitty day. It had been pouring out and, unfortunately, you had forgotten your umbrella so you had turned up to work completely drenched. No matter how much you had tried to dry yourself in the bathroom with the hand dryer, you were still dripping like a wet dog. Then, came the biggest blow. As you sat down at your desk, your boss walked over, asking you to step into their office. A ten minute conversation ensued where you were informed you had been let go — the company was cutting back and needed to lay some people off. You were one of those people. The trudge back to your desk to collect your belongings was mortifying, the pitying looks from your now former co-workers made you want to fall through the Earth. Thankfully, knowing it was raining, you caught a cab home but when you got to your front door, you realised you had lost your keys. You rested your forehead against your front door for a moment, willing yourself not to cry before you slid down the wall, sitting there. You’d have to call someone eventually, someone to let you in and change the locks. But, for now, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So what if you had to sleep outside in the hallway for one night. It wasn’t like it was the worst thing to happen to you all day.
A loud sigh caught your attention, your eyes flicking up to see Seunghyun looking over at you from his door. He must have just got back from his own job — probably the recording studio. He seemed to think for a moment before he thought against his better judgement and finally spoke.
“What’re you doing?” He asked.
“…I had a really bad day and I’d rather not do this right now. I lost my job, lost my keys, I’d rather not lose my sanity to you,” you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.
Seunghyun stood there silent for a few moments, sighing once again before he nodded his head in the direction of his apartment. “Come on, you can’t sit out here all night.”
Reluctantly, you got to your feet, following him inside. You were right, this was a different apartment from when you had first met him. He had moved. It seemed like the world was playing games with you with the fact that you had chosen the exact same building to move into. It wasn’t like you could complain right now. He was being… kind. He was letting you into his apartment, extending an olive branch. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were thankful.
“Coffee, two sugars and milk?” He asked, drawing your attention back to him.
“You remembered?” You asked, the shock lacing your voice. It wasn’t like it was a very hard way to have your coffee but he had remembered. That made you want to smile but you refused. Not today. Today you were going to bask in your misery, maybe tomorrow you could smile.
He shrugged, playing it off like it was nothing. “It’s what you had every morning.”
Once the coffee was done, he brought it over to you where you had made yourself comfortable on his couch. Your eyes were looking out over the big window panes that lined the wall of his apartment, the Seoul skyline beautifully visible. He had a balcony — you were jealous. To sit out on a balcony, bask in the air and forget life for a bit, that was a dream. With a polite thank you, you took the coffee from him.
Seunghyun sat down in a chair to the side of you, his own mug in his hands. “Have you called anyone about your locks yet?”
“No,” you shook your head. “Wanted to throw a pity party today and deal with it tomorrow.”
“You were going to sleep in the hallway?”
“Yeah.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to make a snide comment but he could see the hurt, the way the day had taken its toll on you and he couldn't bring himself to do it. “You can stay on the couch tonight. If you want or whatever.”
And, that was the turning point of your relationship.
From then on, the silence turned into civil conversations when you ran into each other. You didn’t stand so far apart from each other in the elevator, he even brought you coffee a couple of mornings as you headed out for your various job interviews. It was strange to be friends. Not in a bad way, it was kind of nice. You had always known he was a good person but now there was no sex involved, you were really getting to know him. The way he liked to goof around and tell jokes, how he always made it his mission to make the people around him smile even at his own expense sometimes. He was… kind, sweet and you’d often find yourself looking forward to the mornings when you ran into him.
Each day that passed, the conversations grew. You learned more about him, the type of person he was. You told him stories about your life, the recent interviews you had. When you were having a bad day, it seemed like seeing him became the one beacon of light that you looked for. It was dangerous the way your heart had started to beat a little faster whenever he smiled at you. Whenever his shoulder accidentally brushed against you, your stomach flipped, aching to feel his touch again.
You were never meant to like him.
But, here you were, pining for the man you had thrown to the side months ago.
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“I did it!” You grinned at Seunghyun as he opened his front door, your smile infectious. “I got the job!”
“I knew you would,” he beamed at you. Before he had time to react, you had thrown your arms around him in a hug, the first time you had initiated any contact. Seunghyun had been the first person you had wanted to tell. The second you had got the phone call from the company telling you that they were hiring you, you had dashed out of your apartment straight across to his.
He didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around your body, holding you against him. His nose brushed against your hair, his hands firm on you as he held you. The frantic beat of your heart making you dizzy. Being this close to him was making you want to throw all caution to the wind. But, you weren’t sure how he felt. Maybe he didn’t have any feelings towards you anymore. Maybe friendship was all he wanted.
As you pulled back, you met his eyes then your gaze flicked down to his lips. You couldn’t help, couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in and kissed him. He stood frozen in place for a second before his hand found the small of your back pressing your body flush against him. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back so he could deepen the kiss. It was magical, everything you could have ever wanted and more. But, after a few moments, he seemed to find himself again, taking a step back and putting some distance between you.
“…what are we doing here?” He asked cautiously.
“I… don’t know,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself like a shield.
“You ended things with me because you wanted something more serious. Threw me to the side like nothing without letting me say my piece because if you had, you would’ve known that’s what I wanted to, too. I resented you for that,” he frowned. It didn’t look right on that beautiful face of his.
“What?”
“I liked you. But, you didn’t give me a chance…so why should I now?”
You chewed your bottom lip, eyes moving to look at the ground as you gathered your thoughts. He was right to be guarded. You hadn’t let him say his piece that day, you had just decided yourself but maybe if you had, things would have been different. “I’m sorry. I was careless with your feelings but… I like you, Seunghyun. I like what we have now. You’ve become the best part of my day and if you give me a chance, I’ll prove to you that what happened last time won’t happen again.”
“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself, taking one long stride and claiming your lips with his again. That was as good of a confirmation as any that he believed you.
Maybe it would crash and burn again but this time, something felt different. Feelings were involved, you had built something different.
About Story: Behind Jiyong’s confident exterior lies a heavy body insecurity left behind by a toxic ex. For weeks, he’s hidden his fear behind clothes and the dark. But tonight, you refuse to let it go. You strip away his armor, face his deepest vulnerability, and use your hands, lips, and absolute devotion to shatter his doubts and prove that he is a perfect fit for you....
Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader
Word Count: 3,704 | oneshot
Content Note: explicit sexual content, oral sex, fingering, handjob, body insecurity, size insecurity, toxic ex mentioned, emotional vulnerability, praise, reassurance, soft dominance from reader, gentle guidance, riding, missionary, legs on shoulders, intense intimacy, healing through trust, aftercare undertones
A/N: [request]
You’re lying on your back on the bed in Jiyong’s penthouse, completely naked, your hot skin glistening with sweat. You feel the damp satin sheet sticking to your back and ass with every twitch of your body. You’ve been here with Jiyong like this several times already, and your quiet, uneven moans fill the air, mixing with Jiyong’s heavy, rapid breathing.
Jiyong has his head buried deep between your thighs, holding them firmly spread and resting against his shoulders. His lips and tongue are absolutely relentless. He drives you insane with every wet, circular stroke against your sweet spot. You hear the deep, hoarse way he exhales every time a louder gasp escapes your lips. His hot breath burns your skin when his lips latch onto your clit and he starts sucking it rhythmically. In that moment, you sink the fingers of both hands deep into his messy hair. You tug at it as you writhe helplessly beneath him, arching your back and lifting your hips to meet his tireless mouth.
“Ji…” you gasp when he slides two of his long fingers inside you. They’re wet with your own slick, gliding deep in and out at the most perfect pace. A low growl escapes Jiyong’s throat when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. His tongue never stops flicking over your swollen clit, working in perfect synchronization. He watches you from below with a dark, wild look, his pupils so blown that you can barely see his irises. He drinks in your expression, your rising chest, and the way you scream his name into the quiet bedroom.
“God, Jiyong… oh…” Your moans break into pure desperation when the combination of his hungry mouth and skilled fingers brings you to your first intense orgasm. Your whole body trembles violently, your muscles clenching around him, and you press him closer while you keep shaking and writhing beneath him, until that blissful storm turns into quiet, exhausted panting.
Jiyong slowly moves up over you. You feel his chest rising and falling wildly, his hot breath hitting your neck under the force of his own desire, before he captures your lips so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
He’s perfect. In your eyes, Jiyong is the embodiment of everything a woman could ever want. But even through that overwhelming wave of pure pleasure, a strange, unsettling feeling gnaws at you. Jiyong is breathless, his gaze burning into you, his skin on fire, but he’s still wearing his black cotton T-shirt and boxers. Every single time you’ve tried to take things further over the past few weeks, wanting him to get the same release or wishing to give him the same care he gives you, he’s always found a way to distract you.
But tonight, you don’t want to let it go. You want to move this whole thing forward. You want so badly to see him, to feel him.
When your frantic heartbeat finally calms down a little and you can control your voice again, you look straight into his eyes. “Now you, baby,” you whisper with a soft smile. Your hand slides down from his shoulder, your fingers gently brushing over his stomach, where firm muscles are outlined beneath his T-shirt, and slowly touch the waistband of his boxers. You want to return the same beautiful pleasure he gave you only a moment ago. You want to rid him of that fabric that creates an invisible but solid wall between you.
In that split second, Jiyong freezes. It’s so sudden, as if you’ve poured ice water over him in the middle of this hot night. Immediately, almost as a defensive reflex, he catches your wrist. His grip isn’t rough, it doesn’t cause you pain, but it’s so firm and unyielding that your hand on the waistband of his boxers stops instantly. He pulls back a little, drawing away from you and sliding down to sit on his heels, immediately turning his head toward the dark corner of the room. His breathing is ragged, shallow, and fast, but this time, it’s not from desire. It’s the breath of a man paralyzed by pure fear. His entire chest trembles beneath his black T-shirt.
“No, it’s… it’s fine, Y/N,” he mutters so quietly that you mostly have to read his lips. His eyes dart around the bedroom, fixing on the floor, the nightstand, his own clenched fists, anything at all so he doesn’t have to look at you.
“Jiyong, what’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up on the bed and instinctively pulling the blanket to your bare chest. His sudden cold rejection scares you, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. Your heart starts pounding again, but this time with icy anxiety. “Did I do something wrong? Don't you like being with me? Am I not attractive to you anymore?”
“What? No! God, no, Y/N!” He turns to you in a flash, his voice trembling. Pure, genuine desperation reflects in his eyes, and you can see how much it hurts him that his reaction wounded you. “You’re amazing, Y/N. You’re… perfectly beautiful. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I want you so fucking much it physically hurts in my chest. The problem isn’t you. It’s never been you.”
“Then what the hell is it?” You move closer to him on your knees until your bare knees touch on the sheet. You see how he curls in on himself in front of you, as if he’s trying to make himself smaller. “You don’t want me to touch you down there. You never get fully naked in front of me, and every time, you hide behind clothes or the dark. Is something bothering you? Jiyong, I love you. You can trust me with anything in the world.”
Jiyong lowers his head again. His long fringe falls into his face, completely hiding his expression, but you see his ears and neck turning red under the force of burning shame. His shoulders tense painfully, his collarbones standing out sharply, and you hear him swallow hard. When he finally speaks after a long, torturous second of silence, his voice is barely a whisper. It catches.
“You’d laugh at me…” he breathes, and his usually confident fingers start nervously, almost desperately twisting knots into the edge of the sheet. He can’t make his hands stop. “I know it. Everyone would laugh…”
“Why would anyone laugh at you?” you whisper, confused.
Jiyong takes a strained breath, digging his fingers even harder into the fabric of the sheet as his shoulders shake. “My… my ex-girlfriend. When we were together… she made fun of me all the time. Whenever it came to sex, she always had some stupid comment.” For a moment, he falls completely silent. He swallows hard, fixing his gaze on his trembling fingers. “She said that… that she had to try so hard just to feel anything. That I had nothing down there…that I was deep below average...”
A heavy, torturous silence falls again. All you can hear is his uneven breathing.
“For months, she kept throwing it in my face, how terribly small I was,” his voice breaks into a quiet, wounded whimper. He hides his face in his hands, pressing the backs of them to his eyes as if he wants the floor to swallow him whole. “It destroyed me... Ever since then, I’ve been so scared. Every second I’m with you… I’m scared I’ll disappoint you. That I’ll see that same look in your eyes when you finally see me naked. I’d rather satisfy you a thousand times myself than face the fact that I might not be enough of a man for you…”
Your heart tightens with such terrible pain that your vision goes dark for a moment. Jiyong... That confident, dazzling, genius man, watched by millions on stage, with people devouring every single gesture he makes, is sitting here in front of you on the bed now, curled up, completely broken, humiliated, and vulnerable because of the cruel, toxic words of one insecure person from his past…
“Jiyong, look at me,” you say as gently as you can. You don’t let him turn away. You reach out, gently taking his chin, forcing him to lift his head and look at you. Tears of shame glisten in his eyes. “A few minutes ago, you drove me absolutely insane with just your hands and lips. You’re the most attentive and passionate person I’ve ever known. I love your body, I love your soul, I love every single part of you... And I want to show you how horribly wrong that woman was. I want you to trust me…”
Slowly, with the utmost care, as if you’re handling fragile glass, you place your hands on the bottom hem of his black T-shirt. Jiyong doesn’t resist. He only closes his eyes, trembling all over as he obediently lifts his arms so you can pull his T-shirt off and toss it on the bed. Then you place your palms on the elastic waistband of his boxers. You look at him, asking for his silent consent, and when he gives you a weak nod, you slowly and smoothly slide them down over his slim hips.
When he’s completely naked in front of you for the first time, you catch your breath for a moment. Jiyong immediately takes it the wrong way, squeezing his eyes shut again. His shoulders slump, and he instinctively starts trying to hide himself. “I know…” he sighs, broken. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you...”
Instead of answering, you shift backward and lean your back against the headboard. You spread your legs and gently pull him toward you. Jiyong gives in without resistance, as if he’s already surrendered. He settles between your thighs, his back pressed directly against your naked chest. You feel that he’s still a little stiff, the muscles in his back tense like strings, nervousness radiating from him. You wrap your legs around him to hold him in your safe embrace, because to you, this is the foundation of complete trust.
You rest your head on his left shoulder. Your face is right beside his, and both of you are looking in the same direction, down at his lap. Only Jiyong closes his eyes after a moment, as if he wants to disappear from this whole situation, exhaling shakily. From how perfectly he made you come only moments ago, his cock is already partly hard, the tip glistening, and his whole body keeps trembling with every panicked breath he takes.
“Open your eyes, baby,” you whisper right into his ear, your breath warming his neck. Your voice is soft, but also full of absolute certainty. “I want you to see exactly what I see. Just watch my hand...”
Jiyong slowly opens his eyes, his breath still catching. You start touching him incredibly slowly. Your fingers first trail gently over his chest, circling his nipples, which harden immediately under your touch. Jiyong moans softly, tilting his head back to rest it on your shoulder. You continue lower with your touches. Your palm glides over his stomach, where firm muscles show beneath soft skin, and every touch makes him arch slightly, feeling the warmth of your hand far too intensely.
“You’re so beautiful, Jiyong… so unbelievably perfect,” you whisper into his ear, the words like a healing balm, while your hand slides down past his lower stomach. Your fingers finally, with the greatest tenderness and care, touch his partly hard cock. You wrap your fingers around him right at the base. You feel Jiyong’s body shudder violently beneath your palm, a quiet, completely helpless moan escaping his lips.
Jiyong jerks uncontrollably under that first direct touch. A deep, sharp gasp escapes his throat, his eyes closing at once. His head stays tilted back against your shoulder. The moment he feels the soothing warmth and natural wetness of your palm, his body reacts with absolute, undeniable need. You start moving your hand up and down slowly, smoothly. Your grip is steady and warm.
With every stroke, you can clearly feel Jiyong’s body starting to loosen under your touch, all that tension draining out of him. His cock visibly grows under your hand, getting heavier, harder, pulsing wildly with desire. Jiyong turns his tilted head with effort, starting to kiss your neck desperately with hot lips, right below your ear.
“Y/N… this feels so fucking good…” he rasps directly against your skin, and you feel him trembling all over.
“Look at yourself, Jiyong,” you whisper, your breath burning his skin. Your thumb starts gently circling his extremely sensitive tip, where a glossy drop of precum is gathering. “That woman must have been completely blind. Look at yourself... I can barely fit you in my hand... Look how perfect and beautiful you are...”
His breathing changes drastically, becoming shallow and loud. His chest rises and falls wildly as you alternate a firmer grip with gentle gliding, speeding up the movement of your hand and stroking the hot, tight skin of his cock. Every firmer squeeze draws a quiet, hoarse moan out of him, his hips starting to react instinctively, moving back and forth against your hand to meet it with every stroke.
“Y/N... you’re going to completely destroy me,” he chokes out unevenly when you don’t ease up, squeezing him tighter.
You slide your lips to his shoulder, biting him gently there, and then whisper into his ear again, low and full of longing. “I want you, Jiyong. Do you hear me? I want you so badly. I want to feel every inch of you deep inside me, and I don’t want to wait another second...”
At those words, his eyes practically roll back, a long moan escaping his throat. You use that moment to change positions. You shift forward while Jiyong moves back, until he’s the one leaning against the headboard now. You kneel right between his spread legs, so his pulsing cock is directly in front of your face.
“But first, I want to taste you... I want to know how perfect you taste,” you whisper, your heated gaze fixed right on him. You lean down, starting to take him into your mouth inch by inch. The moment your hot, wet lips first close around his sensitive head, Jiyong moans loudly and deeply, burying the fingers of both hands deep into your hair. Your mouth is incredibly tight and warm. You circle your tongue around his tip, licking away every drop of his precum, and then you suck his cock a little deeper into your mouth.
Jiyong throws his head back sharply, his eyes squeezed shut, the tense, pulsing tendons in his neck standing out. The muscles of his stomach are hard as stone. He breathes fast and raggedly through clenched teeth, the air leaving him in hissing waves as his moans fill the entire bedroom. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard in your life.
Your mouth slides up and down his cock, deeper and deeper, while you use your free hand at his base to stroke the part you can’t fit inside. It’s a completely consuming, synchronized movement. Jiyong loses all control over his own body under the heat of your tongue. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, rhythmically, as he tries to meet the warmth and tightness of your lips, surrendering to your pace. His palms in your hair guide your movements gently, but with growing urgency.
After a while, he can’t take it anymore. The intensity, the heat of your mouth, and the feeling of how tightly you’re holding him are burning him alive, threatening to make him come too soon. He gently catches your shoulders, pulling you up to him.
When you look into his face, there’s no trace of that old, broken insecurity in his eyes anymore. Pure, wild desire burns there, mixed with deep love. You pull away and sit back on your heels right in front of him. Jiyong doesn’t take his eyes off you as he breathes hard, his chest rising and falling wildly.
“Do you want to be inside me, Jiyong?” you whisper, looking straight into his blown pupils. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
Jiyong can only let out a hoarse, quiet groan. His gaze drops to your hips, and he nods weakly but desperately. “Yes… God, yes, so fucking much, Y/N...”
You don’t make him wait. You move over him, straddling his lap, and slowly start lowering yourself onto his cock. Jiyong leans back against the headboard, watching you in fascination. When the hot, pulsing tip of his cock touches your wet entrance, both of you shudder at the same time under a powerful rush of desire. You sink lower and lower, pulling him deeper inside you inch by inch.
Jiyong catches your hips, but then one of his hands slides higher. He’s completely fascinated by your breasts as they sway with every movement you make. His fingers gently squeeze one breast, his thumb teasing over your hardened nipple, while his other hand stays clenched tightly on your hip to guide your pace.
“God, Y/N… you’re so hot…so fucking tight,” he breathes hoarsely, his eyes half-closed as the tendons in his neck tense under the force of pure pleasure.
You smile in satisfaction, tilting your head back as you start riding him rhythmically. “Do you feel that? Jiyong…look at me…you’re filling me completely,” you moan, your voice breaking because every drop of your hips hits exactly that sweetest spot deep inside you, driving you insane.
“Yeah, it’s so perfect...you’re perfect, Y/N…” he moans deeply as your pussy clamp around his cock from all sides, leaving no space at all.
You keep going in that steadily quickening rhythm, moving up and down, grinding against him with your full weight, until after a while your tired legs begin to fail you. Your thighs shake with the effort, your breathing completely shattered, and you’re so dazed with pleasure that you can’t hold up your own weight anymore. With a deep moan, your strength gives out and you collapse forward helplessly, falling right onto his naked chest and hiding your face in his neck while quiet, pleading moans keep escaping you.
Jiyong immediately wraps his arms around your waist. For a moment, he only holds you, the pads of his fingers stroking your damp, naked back gently and soothingly as he breathes into your hair. Then, with a deep exhale, he carefully rolls you beneath him.
He stays inside you, not slipping out even an inch. He braces himself on his elbows right beside your head, looking straight into your eyes. The intensity of your connection in this position is almost paralyzing. Both of you can clearly feel how unbelievably he fills you, how deep inside you he truly is. Your pussy clenches and pulses around his hot cock in wild waves with even the smallest movement he makes. It’s so incredibly tight, deep, and perfect that Jiyong freezes for a moment, just to process the feeling at all. Absolute surrender shines in his eyes when he sees your face twisted in pleasure. Hearing you moan beneath him and feeling how impossibly tightly your body holds him in its hot grip finally and forever destroys the last remnants of his doubts.
He leans down and starts kissing you desperately, his lips hot against your mouth, your cheeks, your neck, devouring every tiny twitch of your body while he moves inside you slowly and deeply on his elbows. His desire for you starts burning through him so fiercely that he lifts himself slightly onto his palms. Carefully, he catches your thighs and raises your legs high onto his shoulders. Your pussy tightens around him to the absolute maximum in that split second, the angle changes, and the feeling of fullness and tightness doubles.
He starts thrusting with complete certainty and passion, everything he’s been holding back this whole time finally breaking free. There’s no trace of shyness in his movements anymore, no hesitation, no fear that he isn’t enough of a man for you. You feel every single inch of his cock with every thrust as he drives into you, satisfying you perfectly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. Your pussy grips him tightly with every movement, and Jiyong loses all rational control.
“Jiyong, look at me… I love you so much,” you whisper brokenly, framing his sweating face with your hands.
“I love you more,” he chokes out, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hips never slowing down for a single second. “God, Y/N, I love you so much it hurts.”
All you can register is his ragged breathing, his deep, blissful moans vibrating right against your ears as he repeats your name over and over again, like a sacred mantra or a prayer. The bed creaks beneath you in a wild rhythm. Jiyong holds your hips firmly in his hands, lifting you to meet his thrusts and leaving no space at all between your bodies. You’re completely obsessed with him, completely filled by him, dazed by the intense way your bodies are connected.
He fits you perfectly. He’s perfect, and actually, he’s so much more than perfect. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted from a man, tireless, passionate, and devotedly loving.
With every deep, rapid thrust, the tension in the room stretches to a breaking point. You feel the wave of the climax crashing over you, blinding and absolute.
“Jiyong...please...now!” you scream his name, your fingers digging frantically into his back.
“With you, Y/N...come with me,” he chokes out, his voice a raw, desperate growl as his pace becomes fast and uncompromising.
And when, a little while later, he brings you to the most intense, blinding, body-locking orgasm of your life with fast, deep, uncompromising thrusts, both of you shake in one tight, sweaty embrace. Your bodies melt into one, and you lie there limp on top of each other, gasping for breath in the hot air of the room, with the absolute and silent knowledge that no shadows, doubts, or cruel words from the past will ever have a place in this bed again, not even for a single second...
author's note: my girls!!!, I was going to upload this for the poll but it's winning seongje, I really wanted to wait and upload it next to seongje's but his will take me a while longer so I'll leave you something about my handsome boy 💋
⤷ Contains: .Fluff, hurt/comfort, humor, drama, webtoon canon-divergence.
⤷ Pairing: Gotak x Reader (Female)
⤷ Word count: Approximately 1225 words.
. ⤷ Warnings: Mild distress, mention of injuries (Gotak's knee), physical confrontation, blows (slap and push against the wall), and lots of romance at the end.
The alleyway behind the arcade was shrouded in gloom. Seongje emerged with his usual bored expression, straightening his jacket. He hadn't expected anyone to intercept him, much less a girl alone.
You stood firmly in front of him, blocking his path. Your breath was ragged, fueled by pure rage.
"You're a damn coward!" you shouted, your voice trembling with indignation. "What you did to Gotak's knee… You're trash!"
Seongje stopped. He looked you up and down, unfazed, with those cold, distant eyes that were so characteristic of him. For him, violence had no gender; he didn't discriminate, he was simply bored by unnecessary drama.
"Stop making a fool of yourself and go home," he said with complete disinterest, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Did you come here to cry over that weakling? Gotak couldn't defend himself because he's pathetic. He brought it on himself."
Your ears rang. The insult directed at your boyfriend erased any remaining shred of prudence you possessed. You began to hurl insults at him with everything you had, shouting truths in his face, calling him a monster, a coward, and a union lackey. At first, Seongje merely sighed, hoping you would tire, but your persistence and your words began to test his patience. His jaw tightened.
"Shut up already," he warned, taking a step forward.
You didn't back down. You weren't an expert boxer, but fury gave you the impetus. You raised your hand and, with all your strength, delivered a clean slap across his cheek.
The sound of the impact echoed in the alley. Seongje's face snapped to the side.
The silence that followed was deafening. Seongje slowly turned his gaze back. The disinterest had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a spark of genuine annoyance. He rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand.
"You're a nuisance," he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Before you could react, Seongje moved forward. His movements were too swift for you. He gripped your wrists tightly, nullifying any attempt at defense, and shoved you hard backward, your back slamming against the brick wall. The impact knocked the wind out of you.
He held you there, cornered, his face inches from yours. Fear finally seeped into your system as you witnessed the cold physical superiority of the syndicate enforcer.
"I'm not going to break anything of yours, just because I pity you," Seongje spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Tell your crippled boyfriend to keep his bitch under control. If I ever see your face again, I won't be so patient."
He let go of you abruptly, leaving you on your knees, trembling with adrenaline, while he simply turned around and walked away into the darkness, leaving you behind.
The pain in your back still lingered when the sound of hurried, uneven footsteps broke the silence of the alley. The shuffling of a shoe betrayed the difficulty of walking.
"Hey, are you okay?! What the hell happened here?!" It was Gotak. He was limping noticeably, his face pale with physical exertion and sheer panic. He'd been searching frantically for you all over the district after learning you'd gone to the syndicate's territory. When his eyes fell on you, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall and trembling, something seemed to break inside him.
He dropped to his knees beside you, completely ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his own injured knee.
"Look at me! Look at me, please!" He took hold of your shoulders with trembling hands. His black eyes scanned your face, your hands, your reddened wrists. "Are you hurt? Who did this to you? Answer me!" “I went to see Seongje…” you whispered, your voice still ragged with adrenaline.
Gotak froze. The mention of that name made his pupils dilate with terror. His expression instantly shifted from shock to blind fury, a rage born of the deepest fear.
“See who?!” he shouted, his voice echoing loudly in the alley. “Are you out of your mind?! What the hell were you thinking?! Do you have any idea who he is?! He’s a damn monster! Look what he did to me!”
He struggled to his feet, gently but firmly pulling you to your feet. As you stood, you let out a small whimper as your back brushed against the wall again. Gotak reacted instantly. He turned you around, and as he lifted the back of your shirt slightly, he saw the enormous scrape and the purple mark beginning to form on your skin from the impact with the bricks.
Gotak's teeth ground together. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was furious with you for doing something so stupid, but he was even more furious with himself for not being there to take the blow for you.
"I could have killed you!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, tears of frustration beginning to well up at the corners of his eyes. "Why did you do something so stupid?! You didn't have to mess with them! You didn't have to defend a damn cripple like me from anything!"
His own confession seemed to completely drain him. Gotak's noisy anger vanished, replaced by a profound weakness. He stepped forward and wrapped you in a desperate embrace, pressing your head against his chest. His arms were so tight you could barely breathe, but you could feel his whole body trembling.
"Don't do it again…" he whispered close to your ear, his voice completely broken and choked. "Please, I beg you, don't do it again. If something worse happens to you because of me, I… I'll never forgive myself."
Gotak slowly pulled away from you, wiping his eyes with a quick flick of his hand to hide the fact that he'd been on the verge of tears. He took your hand firmly, intertwining his fingers with yours, and began to drag his feet.
"Let's get out of here. I don't want to be in those bastards' territory for another second," he growled, still frowning and with his jaw clenched.
Half an hour later, you arrived at the place where Baku usually hung out. He was sitting, idly eating something, but he jumped to his feet as soon as he saw you enter. Gotak's expression was still a picture of pure fury and frustration, and you were brushing the dust off your clothes.
"Hey! What happened? Gotak, you look like a ghost. And why are you limping even worse?" Baku asked, crossing his arms with genuine concern.
"Ask her!" “—Gotak exploded, letting go of your hand to point at you, dramatic but visibly stressed. —This crazy woman went looking for Seongje! Alone! In her own territory!” Ben’s eyes widened, processing the information.
“Seongje?! Are you out of your mind?! What the hell did you go there to do?”
“I went to confront her about what she did to Gotak’s knee,” you said, crossing your arms and looking away proudly. “She was coming out of her playroom, and I blocked her path. I yelled at her that she was a damn coward, a wimp, a monster, and a mere starving syndicate servant. Until she got tired of listening to me!”
Gotak put his hands to his head in despair.
“And not only that, Baku! She slapped him right across the face! A syndicate enforcer! They almost killed her!” Baku froze completely for three seconds. He looked at Gotak, then at you, and suddenly, a huge smile spread across his face. Baku burst into laughter again, wiping away a tear.
"I just can't! Imagining that cold wolf from Seongje getting slapped and taking the insults is the best thing I've heard all year!" Baku put an arm around your neck, giving you a playful shake. "You're officially my idol! Hide your henchmen, my sister-in-law is on the loose!"
"Hey, hey! Take your hands off my girlfriend!" Gotak jumped up immediately, playfully pushing Baku's arm away from you with a jealous huff. "And stop inflating her ego, because of you she's going to do it again!" You laughed at your boyfriend's panicked face and took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Gotak's waist. You pressed your cheek against his chest and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"Okay, love… I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me, I did it because I love you and I was so angry about what they did to you," you said in a super-sweet tone, swaying slightly from side to side.
Gotak's fury melted in a second. He tried to keep his brow furrowed to look tough, but the warmth of your embrace and your words completely betrayed him. His cheeks flushed a deep red that reached his ears.
"S-Stay away, I'm still mad…" he grumbled, his voice trembling, but instead of pushing you away, his arms automatically wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Don't look at me like that. You scared the living daylights out of me, silly."
"Ugh, how disgusting, get a room!" Baku pretended to complain, covering his eyes dramatically. "The great Gotak, the terror of the streets, tamed by a pair of pretty eyes and a hug. What a disappointment!"
"Shut up already!" Gotak yelled, hiding his flushed face in your neck so Baku wouldn't see. "You didn't calm me down, did you? We'll keep talking about this at the house… but thanks for standing up for me, my love. Although next time, leave it to me." He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, pulling you close, finally relaxed and happy to have you safely in his arms.
You & Me Alone In The Dark | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)
Summary: You and Jiyong are very busy with your careers. When you finally get a morning alone together you make up for lost time.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: 18+, MDNI., fingering, unprotected sex, soft sex, fluff, Ji x reader being soft for each other, mutual longing, soft ending, established relationship.
Author’s Note: Hello, hello! For whatever reason this was the idea that came to me when I saw those two stories the other day. Fluff/soft stuff isn’t my usual style so you know, go easy on me, please. Special thanks to @slowburnpages for letting me use her lightened photo of the bed selfie, love you!
Night was when Seoul really came to life. You remember moving here for university and being shocked by the nightlife scene. It was everything you’d wanted at eighteen when you were young and had no responsibilities. Classes starting at noon left you plenty of time to stay out until five AM and still get some sleep.
But now, as a woman in her thirties those late nights weren’t so appealing. Especially when you were working high society dinners while your husband was preparing for his group comeback. You’d barely seen each other in weeks, between your event duties and his studio sessions. Your heart ached with each goodnight text, you both falling into bed at various hours of the morning.
You’d been at this dinner for what felt like hours, watching auction after auction and making sure the food that was served was to the standard of the highest social classes in Seoul. Jiyong would’ve loved this event. The auction was for a charity he really loved and he always enjoyed standing out in a room like this. You missed him. Your phone buzzed and you smiled when you saw his name.
Get my donation?
Yes, it was way too much, Ji.
No such thing. You finished yet? We’re done early, Dae was sleepy.
No. A few more hours. Should be back by midnight.
See you then. xx
You placed your phone down with a frown, wishing you could just skip out and go home. When your phone buzzed a few minutes later you all but choked on your water. There it was, the elevator selfie everyone had been begging for for weeks. The yellow shorts with the orange hoodie made you laugh and long for him at the same time. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him in person for longer than five minutes and you suddenly felt like one of his fan girls, your thumb holding down on the picture so it wouldn’t disappear.
A few minutes later a second selfie came through and you let out a small gasp. He was in bed, the lighting dark and you could make out your empty pillow. This was for you and it was working. You stood up heading to a quiet area of the venue and called him.
“Playing dirty?” You asked with a small laugh.
“Just pointing out that the bed is empty.” His voice was deep, thick from rehearsal and you sighed at the familiar sound. “You alright, Jagi?”
“Mhm. I miss you, Oppa. I’ll be home soon.”
“Miss you too, Jagi. So much.” Your eyes flicker to your boss and you let out a sigh.
“I gotta go. Love you.”
You end the call, sliding the phone into your back pocket. You watch as your boss walks over to you, a firm line setting on his mouth and you sigh. You know him well enough to know that look.
“We’re not getting out of here at midnight.” You groan at the words, your hands coming up to rub your eyes and you take your phone out.
“What time do you think? I just need to text Ji.”
“Two, three at the latest. Sorry Y/N, I know you wanted to leave early.” You shrugged.
“It is what it is.” You sent a text to Ji before heading back in for the event.
The hours dragged on and at one point, the texts stopped rolling in. It was a good thing, it meant Ji was asleep, something he hardly did when he was in producer mode, but your heart ached at another night of missing each other.
You finally made it home, the clock on the stove reading five in the morning as you slid out of your shoes. You glared at the clock, your body was exhausted and you practically crawled to the bedroom. Jiyong was still asleep, and you took a second to take him in. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, you were glad he’d finally found some time to rest. You stripped out of your event outfit, headed to the bathroom to do your skin care routine and finally crawled into bed. Your body practically melted into the mattress as you rolled onto your side.
You didn’t remember dozing off, you only remembered the feel of Jiyong’s arms wrapping around you, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck and you sighed as you pushed your back into his chest.
“Morning.” He whispered in your ear, his voice thick with sleep. You popped an eye open to see the time and snorted.
“I’ve barely been asleep an hour.” Jiyong frowned against your neck, his eyes finding the clock.
“I thought you said you’d be home by three at the latest.” You shrugged, snuggling in closer to him.
“The elite don’t know when to go home. Just like some other guy I know.” He snorted, his lips brushing your skin.
“I always come home, Jagi. You just can’t hang with the big dogs like you used to.”
“Big dogs?” You laughed, rolling in his arms to face him. “Do not ever refer to the three of you as big dogs again.”
His eyes were heavy from sleep but shone with a glint of mischief making your heart stop. His hair was getting longer and was messy, his stubble at just the right length you liked. He was devastatingly handsome and looking into his eyes you realized just how much you'd actually missed him.
His hand reached out to cup your face, and you leaned into the touch, your eyes closing as you breathed in this moment. His lips moved against yours slowly. You returned the kiss, your mouth moved against his, a small sigh escaping your lips as your arms wound around him, pulling him closer.
His hand moved your face gently, angling you for a deeper kiss, his free hand roaming to your waist and pulling you tightly against him. Your hips rolled against him, the fabric of his silk shorts rubbing across your bare skin caused you to gasp and he grinned against your lips.
“Always so impatient, Jagi. What’s the rush?”
His hand moved from your waist, up your thigh slowly. His lips still on yours as he inserted his fingers inside you. You let out a gasp against his lips, his fingers curling inside you.
“God, Jagi. So wet for me.” He mumbled against your lips as he worked his fingers in a slow, deep rhythm.
You moaned against his lips, the slow movements driving you crazy. Your hands sliding down his bare chest to his pants and he grabbed your hand stopping your movements.
“Not yet.” His lips broke from yours, moving to the nape of your neck.
You let out a groan as his fingers worked quicker, his thumb circling your clit. Your hips bucked into his hand and your head fell to rest in his chest. He dropped your hand, moving it tightly back to your hip, anchoring you in place.
“Cum on my hand Jagi and I promise I’ll reward you.” He whispered in your ear, his teeth nibbling on your ear lobe playfully.
You didn’t even hesitate, your body rocking into his hand as you let out a strangled cry of pleasure, your head leaning heavily into his chest. His fingers moved slower as you rode it each wave of your climax.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
His free hand moved to your face, angling your chin so that he could see you, a look of pure love and devotion crossing his face as he watched you come undone. He slid his hand out of you, gripping your hip tighter as he held you to him, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin as you came down from your high.
“Oppa, please.” He smirked, his lips brushing against yours.
“Your wish is my command, Jagiya.”
He flipped you onto your back, kicked out of shorts and sunk into you in one swift movement. You moaned as your back arched up to him, allowing him to go deeper. He groaned into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he set a slow, steady rhythm.
“You feel so good, Jagi.” He whispered against your skin before his mouth claimed yours.
Your body rocked against him, soft moans escaping your lips as you held onto him for dear life. You’d missed him over the past few weeks and by the way his body was moving with yours, you could tell he’d missed you too. His kiss was slow, matching the pace he’d set with his thrusts.
It didn’t take long for you to come undone again. Your breath catching with every thrust as you tried to hold on. He sped up his movements, feeling you close to edge and drove into you deep and rough. You let out a cry, your teeth biting on his bottom lip.
“Let go, Jagi.” He groaned, his arms cradling your body as he moved quicker.
Your body shook with the force of your second orgasm, your hips moving with his as your road out every wave, your walls clinching around his cock and he let out a groan as he released inside you with one final thrust.
You fell back into the mattress, chest heaving with every breath. Jiyong pulled out of you slowly, still hovering over you as he leaned to down kiss you again. He fell back to his side, pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head.
“I missed you.” You mumbled against his skin. He smirked, his hands running down your back.
“Not as much as I missed you.” He peered down at you, a gummy smile appearing in his face when his eyes met yours.
“How are the songs coming along?”
“Good. We’re almost there. It just needs to be tweaked to perfection.”
“I’m sure it’s already perfect, you’re just too much of a perfectionist and you like watching those boys struggle to stay awake.” You teased, your chin resting on his chest.
“That is not true!” He laughed, his fingers tickling your side.
You let out a laugh, wiggling against him before surrendering to him.
“Okay, okay. I take it back!” You laughed. His fingers stopped, moving to a gentle soothing rub on your side.
“How did the event go?” You shrugged, letting out a small yawn.
“About as expected. The clean up crew showed up two hours late, hence my late arrival home. Your donation was the highest one of the night.” You hand traced the outline of his tattoo and smiled up at him. “Thanks again for doing that.” He squeezed you closer to him, his cheek resting on top of your head.
“Anything for you, Jagi. Always.” He kissed your temple as you both relaxed further into the mattress. “You should sleep.”
“No.” You clung to him tighter. “If I sleep you won’t be here when I wake up and I miss you too much. I’ll just sleep when you head to the studio.”
“No studio today. Sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You smiled up at him as he spoke, a wave of giddiness washing over you.
“Now I’m too excited to sleep.” Jiyong chuckled, his body shaking with each laugh.
“You’re ridiculous, Jagi. Go to sleep.”
You laid wrapped up in his arms for a long while, the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. You’d missed this, you’d missed him. You drifted off to sleep with whispered I love yous and the promise of a whole day dedicated to just the two of you. It wasn’t always easy when you had to be apart from each other, but nights like this made it all worthwhile.
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