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her daddy. [ vocalist. tsun. ] closed indie rper.

[chvnghaha]

003 ✩

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chvnghaha:

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with her debut creeping up on her faster than she realized, chungha’s days at the studio are getting longer. today especially, she doesn’t expect to be home until late and after a quick text to sunggyu to let him know, she jumps up to get right back into the choreography. she’s focused with her lips parting as she watches herself in the mirror, completely oblivious to everything else around her.

          he misses her. beyond explanation, beyond words except the obvious. he wants to see her. he’s in love with her. ah, to have fallen so hard and so quickly... and yet, sunggyu’s real enough with himself to know loving chungha is the easiest part of all of this. he’s always been in love with her, ever since the moment they’d locked themselves together in a hotel room over the winter holidays. the moment he saw her standing at his doorway drenched from the rain, crying out his name...            fuck. the need to see her wraps its tight grasp around his heart and squeezes. her upcoming debut is naturally exciting but sunggyu would be lying if he said he was completely happy about it; her lack of time drives the wedge between them these days -- keeping chungha away most nights and only allowing her to crawling back in bed by morning. it’s inevitable. it’s their life. sunggyu knows that and brings with him a small bag of pick-me-ups, snacks and energy drinks to keep her spirits going. however, he pauses as the sound of heavy music pumps out through the dance studio’s closed door. it’s her new song and he’s intrigued by the sound of the angelic voice that whispers in his ears, her voice, that gets his body humming with a white-hot awareness.

          the door opens and he slips inside quietly. his woman moves with an intensity that leaves sunggyu practically shaking where he stands, his lips parted and body tense as he watches the way chungha undulates and shakes her hips to the beat of the music.

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001 ✩ lap warmth

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chvnghaha:

[ kkt : daddy gyu ] » i’m packing up my stuff right now and then heading over!! » oh… i’ll be there to warm it up soon, daddy! ♡ » i missed you so much today, it sucked.

[ kkt ⇾ ♡babyha ] ⇾ ahh, too long! doesn’t it take forever?! how will i live... ⇾ i’ve missed you too. tell me all about it, ok? we’ll eat dinner and snuggle up in bed bc it’s way too cold in here :c ⇾ HURRY

[yukaxj-blog]

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002 ★ [ au ] FRAGRANCE

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chvnghaha:

first day of a new school year and of course, it would be the day that chungha could barely walk in a straight line as she followed the rest of her classmates to the auditorium for the presentation. given her age, she’s familiar enough with her heat to usually contain it and go through it miserably by herself, but all she did know was that this time around, she should have stayed home.

her small fingers curl tightly around the corners of her seat and her legs cross just as tight as an attempt to subdue her senses as more students fill the seats around her but it isn’t enough. she brings her head up so it at least appears like she’s paying attention, eyes glazed over but seemingly fixed on their student council president as he goes through his speech until he stops. she snaps out of her daze to glance around in confusion but steadily avoids making eye contact with anyone for the sake of her own sanity. but again, it isn’t enough.

at this point, it’s highly unlikely that someone hasn’t smelled her and she whimpers out, just loud enough for her friend next to her to hear her and chungha quickly shakes her head dismissively. she takes the pause as her chance to make a quick escape to the bathroom and with a few stumbles, she makes it out of the row, quickly ducking out of the auditorium and sliding to sit down on the floor with her back pressed against the wall and heavy breaths leaving her.

          it kills him not to investigate, so much so that his knuckles turn white under the strain of resistance as sunggyu clings onto the podium’s edge. get a hold of yourself, gyu, he scolds himself rigidly. it can’t be what he thinks it is, even though the arousal flooding through his body says otherwise. not just an omega, but one in heat-- who likely forgot to take her pills before arriving, an idiot -- and one who smelled so sweet it’s an addiction. a drug that tempts him to abandon all reason and storm his way downstairs to follow her.

          but he won’t, and the reasoning finds its way back as the scent recedes. she’s leaving and he’s devastated even at the same time relief fills him. only a few moments have passed but it’s enough for suspicious glances to have sent his way by a confused principal. sunggyu clears his throat loudly and faces the audience with the same austere expression as before. but this time, his voice is colder and devoid of the usual charisma that made slaves of his peers to him. despite the professional words that flow from his lips, sunggyu’s thoughts are still on her. and finding her who’d embarrassed him in front of everyone.

          vengeance. it rages in him as he eventually leaves the stage for the vice president to take over. a cool demeanor unravels the moment he finds the hallway and is left to his own devices; with a sharp tug, he rips at the knot of his tie and loosens it, the better to help him breathe as he storms angrily down the corridor. the perfume grows stronger and he knows she’s close-- a bathroom, a classroom-- no, the entrance. he’d gone through the back way and she’d gone through the front, he realizes. it doesn’t matter because he’d find her. 

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002 ★ [ au ] FRAGRANCE

abo-verse ; high school

          being at the top of his class was to be expected. with a rich family and alpha blood flowing through his veins, there is nothing in sunggyu’s future that wouldn’t fit the mold of ultimate success. not with his ambition, nor his connections. it’s a path predetermined, already written just like the typed words on these notecards he doesn’t need. when sunggyu approaches the podium, the students of the new class stare up at him in a sea of blank visages -- all of their wide eyes and nervous glances too unimportant for his gaze to settle on.

          “welcome, class of...”

          useless words of encouragement. no one in their world got anything above their station unless it was an accident of birth. no one was happy unless they were mated -- that magical, rare connection that so few found in their lifetime. it might as well be a myth considering the statistics, and sunggyu had never believed he’d ever be such a weak victim to a scent. especially not one that smelled so prettily of mangos and butterc-- 

          it slams into his gut in an instant. fruity. floral. so sweet it’s mouthwatering. every sense of his stirs awake and sunggyu pauses in the middle of his speech, overcome.

@chvnghaha

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001 ✩ lap warmth

[ kkt ⇾ ♡babyha ] @chvnghaha ⇾ daddy’s picked up the chicken. how far away are you? ⇾ my lap feels cold without you...

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