freya morgenstern

an atiny in her ✨20s✨and loves to write

[lostheretics]

PLOT TWIST (6)

▸ chapter 6; bonnie, clyde, and the others on the side

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || pt. 6

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there's you, and me, and us, and oh wait. perhaps there's more.

in which marriage is not always a paradise, honeymoon avenue somehow is far behind as you look through the rearview mirror. and beware of the road ahead, for accidents might happen. road work, traffic jam,

or some stranger trying to get a lift, perhaps for a permanent front seat.

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i don’t know how exactly to start this one. 

but it’s about younghoon, the crown prince of seoul, the heir of the seoul kim family and the huge problem he’s facing right now. he’s in a deep shit. the shit being the problem that could swallow him whole. the huge problem being falling in love. 

how is it a problem? one might ask.

well, he fell in love with a woman he’s not supposed to fall in love with. for god’s sake, it was supposed to be just a one night job. a good friendship, a good business partner if it goes for more. but he overstepped. he couldn’t help it. not to mention the woman he fell in love with is already tied down to another man. 

simply put, he somehow fell in love with jung y/n. 

and most of all, over a single fucking ice cream night. 

as he laid on his bed, his mind could only go back on repeating the moment, on and on again. 

you were such a good dancer. 

you’re a really good dancer. 

younghoon’s brain kept on saying so as each of his hand held your waist and hand, guiding you through a dance in one of mrs. han’s party that you got yourself into. 

he still couldn’t believe how easy it is for you to get an invitation over a single lunch and conversation with mrs. han. 

safe to say you had charmed the lady. 

and not long into the party, you had once again charmed your way into her heart. and her daughter’s heart more importantly, with the talk of younghoon’s brother, the main target of the whole operation. you charmed them so much to the point that mrs. han had set a formal date to meet both the families up. of course, with the thoughts of marital proposal and possible mergers of the two powers. 

the outcome of it might still change, but you still got the two families to meet up with each other and that alone is impressive enough to him. 

that’s why you and younghoon spend the rest of the evening dancing and chatting. the job is practically finished, and what’s left was easing up to each other. 

“i owe you for this one. a promise and more, i think. you’ve landed my whole family a new ally, and my brother a possible wife. in less than a month, i might add.” he had said while leading you on a dance. 

you’ve found that younghoon, more than just a charming man, is also a good and down earthed one. 

you smiled at him, “it’s a possible outcome, but not yet certain, mr. kim.”

“younghoon.”

“huh?”

“younghoon. it’s kinda too fast, but we’ve come this far and i think it’s safe to say we can certainly be on first name basis now, y/n.” he said, “only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…if you say so, younghoon.” 

younghoon smiled back. it might sound awkward still, but for that, time can be the cure. not everything can be done instantly anyways. 

the dance stopped after a while. younghoon and you had several rounds of conversations around the room, keeping the couple act up. his hand would be guiding you by your back, fixing your dress or holding your drink or handbag whenever you need the help, including you in every conversation. 

he truly is a gentleman. 

mrs. han, as the socialite she is, invited many important guests. though filled with other socialite wives, there are some prominent figures like deputy chief of the police, in which younghoon is close to, several high ranked people from ministry of health, or even other well-known and successful businessmen and businesswomen from all around the country. everything fell like a domino effect to you, just by knowing younghoon alone. 

after a while, you and younghoon came to the realization that you both were not a fan of the crowd. hence, you both decided to shy away from the crowd and opting to sit by the empty gardens, a bowl of ice cream in on one hand and your champagne glasses on the other. 

quietness filled you both as you enjoy the way the star shone that night, while munching on the vanilla ice cream you got from the ice cream bar inside. 

“this reminds me of the first time i met you, you know.” younghoon broke the silence. you turned to him with a raised eyebrow, telling him to elaborate. 

“i was getting away from the crowd in juyeon’s party so i went to the gardens. instead of watching the sky, i had to watch this lady fainting in the middle of the garden in a party—“

“ugh.” you groaned. 

“—and i had no choice but to help her, because i’m such a gentleman.” he jested. 

you closed your eyes. “that’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in my entire life.”

“imagine the shock when i learned this lady who fainted would soon become my business partner? and great one at that?” 

“great one? i’m flattered, younghoon.”

“and you should be. with the amount of achievement? so many in so little time.” younghoon said. 

you chuckled lightly. you looked at the hem of your dress, playing with it to satisfy your fidgety urge. 

“i had to. you know, for the family. for my husband, given the state we were in.” you murmured, “i only want stability, if not with peace.”

it wasn’t the first time you mentioned your husband’s name to him. some people in the mafia know that you are jung wooyoung’s wife, and he your husband. younghoon knew that too. but most of the times you were with younghoon, you never failed to mention your husband’s name. him being a great caporegime, good strategist, good husband who took you to meetings, et cetera. and always with a smile on your face. it never failed to amaze younghoon just how much love you have for him. 

“how does it feel like?” he blurted out suddenly. 

“huh?”

“to be married. to be in love in this… society of ours.” he said. “you seemed to be in love with your husband, which isn’t an everyday thing that happen here, you know? ‘cause most relationships are… benefit based. arranged marriage, forced ones… so how?”

“oh, that.” you smiled. “because there isn’t any benefit. we’re just… in love with each other. i didn’t came from any mafia group or family, it just happen that i worked for one without knowing they’re one, and i just met wooyoung. just like that. it’s unlikely in the mafia world, and the ways are also unlikely to happen in a normal world. but we dated, we fell harder, and decided to settle down.”

“and to me, at least, it feels great. i don’t think i’ll ever feel this way again. not before him, not after him.” you had mouthed in the end, unconsciously pouring up some of you heart contents. 

younghood sighed. “must be beautiful.”

“you could’ve got all of it, you know. just now.” 

“how so?”

“the arrangement with the han’s daughter. might be an arrangement, but a good and stable one at that. i mean, you’re the crown prince of your family. you have power. just treat her right, and tell her to treat you right, then you wait for the love to bloom. might take time, might not be the same as mine, but a win win solution still.” you expressed. “why giving it all away for your brother? no offense, he looks like a great guy like you, but why?”

younghoon chuckled. the usual question. after all, who in their right mind would give away all powers like just that? 

“hm, where do i start?” he murmured to himself, then continued.

“to put it easily, i’m here, but i don’t wanna be here. my heart isn’t fully in this. despite my rank, birth and responsibilities, my brother is more suited for this job. that's why he's always around me, i might hand him this job. hence, the arrangement and all."

“what is it then, the thing you want to do the most?”

he leaned back a bit. eyes looking up, seemingly thinking and lost in his thoughts. you stared at him, stared at the way his eyes mirror the twinkling of the stars, and the way he tugged his lips up. 

“a doctor.” he quietly said, after a while. “a real one. not for my family’s business. going all around the world as a volunteer, and actually helping actual people in need.”

“when i was in uni, i wanted to pursue a med career. but my dad didn’t really approve of it— of my future career choices in med as a volunteer. and med field are most held by my uncle and his children. so my dad offered me a chance for a med career, just not in the actual med field, but more on the business site. so i took law as my major and business as my minor and took over one of our hospitals.” he explained, before continuing, “but, i still make the best out of it. i volunteered a lot in uni, and my hospital is one of the best hospital in seoul in its practices, and we have a lot charity events to help people.”

you stared at him, awed. there was no words that could describe how amazed you are. 

“wow.” was all you could say. 

silence filled the both of you for quite some time. each of you let the conversation sink in deep, trying to understand each character, though perhaps in a light that’s slightly different from the usual one in the underworld. there were no hostility, no walls kept up too high, no tactics. 

just two people in a mellow moment, enjoying each other’s company and in harmony. 

following your own question, he then asked.

“what about you, y/n? what kind of life do you want to live?”

now, it was your time to be the one deep in thoughts. the one who stare at the stars, humming to yourself, thinking of the right answer. 

“not a mafia one, to be honest.” you murmured, “but… ever since i met wooyoung, i feel like… i’ve lived my life. that i’m living in the life that i want,” 

”with the one that i love most.”

somehow your words seemed so sincere to younghoon’s ears. so pure, so innocent, and so dreamy. something that he once dreamed of, something, or dare he say, someone that he wished for. 

and somehow, you left younghoon star struck. 

how will he ever move on? how will he ever find someone if he set such standard for his love life? a fairytale like love life, in this kind of environment. 

he wondered about the life that you have with wooyoung, wondered if he ever will have those life. he wondered what if he was the one you met instead of wooyoung. 

wishful thinking, eh?

but that’s all they are; thoughts. his gentlemanly self wouldn’t have it in his heart to steal like that. to take someone else away just for his own. no, he’s not that kind of man, and he stood by that. 

yet it didn’t do anything to erase your pictures from his mind. at least for the night. it doesn’t lessen the warmth bubbling in his gut as he type his message to you in his phone; the eagerness to see you as soon as possible. 

me: evening y/n. is tomorrow’s plan still up?

younghoon put his hand down, tapping his phone against his bedsheet as he anxiously wait for a reply; if any would come. the clock on his bedside table showed the time. 1:47 am. you must’ve fallen asleep, right?

right. 

ding. 

jung y/n: wouldn’t miss it. see u soon, hoon

younghoon think he might need to see a doctor now. his heart’s beating way too fast. 

you: woo you: i dont think i can send lunch today cause im visiting the kims at their house. im sorry :(((((( you: pls dont miss lunch ok i asked the butler to send u some food. ilysm you: also idk when i’ll be home, so pls sleep early. i promise u’ll see me in ur dreams xo

you sighed, just after your thumb clicked on the send button for the last message. 

sending lunch for wooyoung is one of your sacred daily routine ever since marriage, and this would be the first time for you not to do so. you sighed again, trying to get the uneasiness to subside so you can focus on your job today. 

but it’s still there. prickling you slightly from the inside, initiating the thoughts and realization that you haven’t met wooyoung that much these past few days. 

waking up today, you could only share a quick peck as wooyoung was in a hurry for a mission, so he said. last few days you could only drop his lunch and left as quick to continue your own job. suddenly everyone everywhere needed you. 

you miss him.

last night you were together, you remember as if it was just yesterday, you recalled how you were talking about this exact problem, this exact thing. it fears you of how fast it came true to life. and you fear even more if it ever will go even further. 

ding

woo: im gonna cry woo: jk but it’s ok babe i’ll be on a mission anw today, i dont know when i’ll be done. but i’ll be home tonight woo: come back fast if u can, ok? i love you too

just as you finished reading his replies, a sound of horn blasted as a black shiny car pulled up in front of you. the door to the driver side opened up, and you were gifted with the sight of younghoon emerging from the car, offering you a bright smile.

“ready?” was all he said while opening the passenger door, inviting you into his car. 

you nod and said a small yes, entering his car. you stare at your screen for a little while, before typing a quick response. 

wifey: i’ll try my best. 

a sigh escaped through his lips after your last message to him. putting his phone back to the slot beside him, wooyoung could only stare far into the dark alleys in front of him. his mind filled with you it made his heart heavy. 

it was never a problem before, when he had to go far or for a while on missions away from you. you’d miss him, he’d miss you, but right then he knew that whatever the circumstances, when he came back home you’ll always be there. 

it’s not the case now. 

he’s away for missions, and you’re away for business. when you’re home, he might not be home, and when he’s home, you might not be. 

for that, he feels the subtle ache in his chest. 

his fingers mindlessly tapped against the wheel of his car, before he was pulled back to his senses. the passenger door opened, showing jiwoo and her smile. 

and her tight red dress. 

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” her snickers made him clear his throat, looking somewhere else to avoid jiwoo’s playful glint. he mentally slapped himself for even staring at jiwoo, but as a man, how could he not?

her neck is on display, as were her long legs. the dress short, but long enough to keep the gun and some knives hidden away. and with her features, anyone would be swooned by her presence. 

maybe that’s why she got assigned for this mission, and again, with wooyoung. 

what the fuck am i thinking? i have a wife.

“what takes you so long?” 

“chill, i was getting some snacks for us. you said we’ll be spying and tailing a lot, so i figured we’ll be staying in the car quite a lot.” 

“nah, change of plans.”

“what?”

“san called. seonghwa said we should go undercover into the club and get the stuff ourselves. so i’ll go as a gambler and you,” he eyed her up and down, “you, conveniently, will be enough as a distraction. did you knew we’re doing this for the mission?”

“nope, i was just feeling myself with the dress.” she shrugged. wooyoung raised a brow, but found nothing came up into his mind nor out of his mind, so he just started driving, wanting nothing more than to finish the mission. 

“so what’s the stuff we’re getting?” jiwoo asked as they parked a few buildings before the club. the car came to a halt, the sight of the dimly lit club welcomed their eyes. 

“san said it’s a ledger.” he got himself ready, “hongjoong needs something in there. it’s a proof, list of government officers getting involved in the human trafficking ring.”

“that’s terrible.”

“there are better words to describe how disgusting that is, but sure. now,” he turned to jiwoo, “i’ll go in, act kinda drunk and gamble some money for the ledger. you’ll be the distraction and a plan b; should i fail in getting the ledger, you should be the one getting it. okay?”

“okay.”

parting there, wooyoung got out of the car and walked to the club. 

so here’s the thing about missions. they can be safe, they can be risky. zero to two means safe, something like spying or just plain investigating. on the other hand, field missions can have more risks, depending on the type of job. whether you have to stay low, or to kill as little as possible, or to not be seen yet has to be there on the spot. it depends. 

and on a scale from one to ten, wooyoung is absolutely fucked. 

it was supposed to be a ‘get in, get out’ type of job and without being seen. yet he managed to make a group of 10 people running after him in the club, after he tried to trick the dealer, a.k.a the owner of the club —the stupidest thing he's ever done in a mission.

“stop right there!” 

a gunshot was heard, luckily not hitting wooyoung anywhere. but guns are out, which means his had to, whether he liked it or not.

he ran in between the crowd of people dancing and getting high, staying as low and as unseen as possible —which, he kinda failed in the first place, but he did his absolute best—, and he took out his glock from his hidden holster, shooting enemies in his sight. thankfully the music is loud enough to cover the sound of his gun. the ledger is safe in the bag, but if he’s not, then there’s no point in doing the mission any longer. but he had to hold on. 

all while he ran and shoot, he cursed jiwoo for not holding them for long. she should’ve been a distraction, but perhaps not distracting enough. 

“fuck!” he shouted.

and right after, the power went out in the whole club.

all the lights, all the music suddenly died, and the party goers could only ah-ed in unison clearly disappointed at the outcome. wooyoung couldn’t see anything in the dark, and had to stop for a while. he looked around, and found the group of men running after him starting to turn on their flashlights. he was about to run when suddenly someone grabbed his hand.

“it’s me, jiwoo!” the voice whispered loudly. wooyoung looked up and found jiwoo holding him, pulling him away from the crowd. she handed him a shirt and a new hat, rushing to cover him with it.

“let’s get out.”

jiwoo guided him out, away from the prying eyes in the darkness, before the power went back on. the backdoor was empty, leaving only wooyoung and jiwoo. jiwoo kept holding onto wooyoung, pulling him as they ran for their car a few blocks down. wooyoung almost threw himself into the car, sighed loudly when he felt the leather seat touched his back.

“what the fuck was that?” he spat out to jiwoo.

“you tell me! how’d you get chased by those guys? i thought we’re doing this quietly?” she spat back.

“that was the plan, but you failed to hold them back.”

jiwoo rolled her eyes. “no, you failed to realize that they have more security than what you think.”

“the fuck was that supposed to mean? i had mingi and san check everything before we go in. and they're doing a bidding for the ledgers anyways.” wooyoung hit back, making her sigh before explaining.

“you were already far into the club when i found out that the bidding is for tomorrow, so the ledger being there was still a top secret until tonight. reaching out would be risky, and i couldn’t explain it that fast, so i had to do plan c.”

“plan c?”

“i broke into their cctvs and jammed the whole thing so there’s no track of you, then cut out the power to get you out of there.”

he contemplated her answers for a while. sighing again, wooyoung laid back to his chair, trying to ease his breathing. 

“thank you.” he said defeatedly. 

“we’re partners. i protect you, and you protect me woo,” she shrugged. “now move your ass and let me drive. you’re hurt.”

“huh?”

he glanced towards his body trying to find the hurting part. he reached behind his shoulder, wincing when felt a cut wound along his upper shoulder blade. blood was evident on his fingertips when he pulled them back. it must be enemies’ knife cutting through when they fought, and didn’t realize up until jiwoo point it out. 

“just a scratch.”

“yeah well that scratch probably needs a few stitches. c’mon.”

jiwoo moved into the driver’s seat, then drove the car away from the chaotic club. for a while, no one said a word, except wooyoung when he gave a call to san about the mission. the sight of endless trees and dark road made him drowsy, and soon he fell into his slumber. 

“hey, wake up.”

wooyoung jolted awake, blinking his sleepiness away after jiwoo woke him up. he looked around in confusion, realizing they’re not back at their base.

“where are we?”

“other town nearby. let’s be safe and make sure they lost our tracks completely,” she pushed his seat back to create more space before shimmying herself into the tight spot. “take your shirt off.”

“w-what?”

the comical look in his eyes made jiwoo laughed as she reached for his shirt.

“yo! yes you’re hot–“

“i’m hot?” she chuckled.

“yes, no– shit– i got a wife ji–“ 

“’m not trying to fuck, silly. i’m trying to fix your wound. now take the damn shirt off.”

with jiwoo's determination, he had no choice but to take off his shirt hesitantly, glancing back to jiwoo, “look away.”

“shut the fuck up i've literally seen your body when we spar.”

off his shirt goes, showing his skin that glows under the yellow lights. jiwoo handed him a soju to distract him from the pain as she stitch his wound up. he winced a couple of times when the needle poked through his skin, but he held on.

jiwoo’s fingertips are cold, soothing to his hot wounded skin. despite the harsh words, she’s light with her hands. the sound of his and her quiet breathing filled the air.

“the pharmacist said there’s a motel just down the road, maybe we should crash there for the night.”

maybe it’s the soju he downed to the last drop. maybe he lost too much blood because of that wound. maybe it’s the fact that he’s half naked, tipsy, and jiwoo is wearing a red, absolutely sexy dress, but holy fuck, did jung wooyoung just glitched in the brain at the mention of a motel and staying the night out with another woman. 

“why?”

“it’s almost 2 in the morning.” she murmured. “the drive to the base would take 2 to 3 hours, and honestly i’m tired. you’re wounded and no doubt tipsy, i’m not about to let us crash somewhere down the road.”

that makes sense. but he had other ideas, as he reached out to the console, trying to find his phone. maybe someone could fetch them up, wooyoung thought. he tapped on the screen a couple of times, clicking on the power button but to no avail. the screen stayed dark.

“shit, my phone’s dead.” he glanced towards jiwoo who just shrugged.

“mine’s dead too.”

and no one thought of bringing a charger with them.

he groaned, leaning back to his seat. after a few beat of silence, he just nodded. “well, i guess we have no choice.”

somewhere in him, it feels wrong. like something is poking through his chest as jiwoo drove down the road, right to the said motel and parked the car. like there’s an unseen stop sign in him, reminding him to not to do it as jiwoo pulled him to the motel room.

but what could go wrong? wooyoung doesn’t like jiwoo in that way.

not even the way she took her dress off carelessly in front of him, opting to change into a bathrobe that’s not even tied properly. not the way he clearly saw her pair of underwear.

shit.

but no, he doesn’t like her like that. and he’s sure of that. yet, the blaring sound of siren kept playing in his mind, reminding him that this isn’t right. 

but perhaps it’s the soju that calmed the siren down, as he doze off into his slumber once again.

jung wooyoung woke up that morning, with a headache and pain on his shoulder. and that dull thing poking through his chest, and the same siren blasted again in his head when he saw himself; splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

nothing happened last night, he's damn sure of it and remembered every single second that passed before he fell asleep.

yet, still, he doesn’t like this feeling. 

“are you okay?”

younghoon nudged you, who immediately woke up from the empty daydream you had just now. 

“huh?”

“you’ve been out of it for like, a solid 5 minutes. are you okay? did my father say something to offend you?” 

“no. nothing important.”

yes. it was something that could change her whole life.

you sighed, “it’s just… i forgot to tell wooyoung that i’m staying out last night. he hates sleeping alone.” she lied. though, not entirely. she did forgot to tell wooyoung about the whole staying out for the night last night. wooyoung would absolutely gone batshit, but judging from the lack of his messages on your phone, he might not have known it yet. which is strange. 

guilt bubbled up in younghoon, easily seen through his eyes. “i’m really sorry about last night. my father… tend to get too friendly and would sometimes step over the boundaries, like insisting for you to stay the night. i should’ve said no and took you home. god, he even made you stay up late.” he grumbled.

“it’s okay, he meant well. i just forgot to tell wooyoung, that’s all.”

“when i drop you off, i’ll explain everything to wooyoung and hongjoong, so they won’t have any weird ideas about it.” younghoon said, “you’re a married woman after all. we don’t want any trouble.”

you smiled and nodded, “thank you for the offer. i’d be thankful.”

younghoon smiled back, and continued driving towards ateez mansion, as you fall back to yet another set of daydreaming, or, more specifically contemplating your whole existence after the talk with younghoon’s father last night.

over some of his words.

01.59 am

a sigh almost left your mouth, along with a yawn, but you held back as best as you could. after all, you’re presented before kim younghoon’s father, the senior in kim’s family and not to mention one of the prominent figure in the business.

but you have no regrets, all the time passed wasn’t for nothing. and he’s a pleasant man.

“you work diligently, younghoon have said this a lot. he’s not easy to get close with,” the man chuckled, “well, it’s a shame that you’re married. i would’ve offered my son to you, he seemed intrigued.”

“you flatter me, sir. and more often than not, younghoon is the one who helped me a lot since i got into the business.”

he smiled, putting down his cup of tea. “so i’ve heard. ah, didn’t you meet younghoon through the lees?”

you nodded, “yes. lee juyeon, to be precise. though, i don’t know what younghoon has told you about it…”

“he told me everything. of why juyeon gave you to us, what you want and what he wanted. that boy,” he shook his head, tsk-ing, “ruthless as his father was. the whole people in the business had to tip toe around him if they want to be alive. jiyoung would never do that.” then he proceeded to say something that made you raise a brow.

“her child would never.”

“i thought that was just a rumor?”

the man smiled knowingly. “well, sweet lady, this old man here has a reason for supporting lee jiyoung when the sibling war happened, and still is, until now. i know a secret or two, things that others don’t know.” mr. kim explained with a longing gaze. “she’s my best friend, after all.”

“like, a secret marriage?”

you shoot your shot. 

“i was one of the few to witness her marriage. she loved seo rim well, despite the fast that he’s just a bodyguard. going against his elder’s wishes of marrying someone more prominent in the business to secure her safety and her throne, me being one of them.” 

“and now for that, she had to lose everything. but whatever people say, it was a lawful marriage.”

“seo rim?”

mr. kim laughed, “oh, oops. the name’s out i guess.”

you pressed him again, shooting your shot one more time. “but, what about the child? was it a girl or a boy? where are they?”

but to that question, mr. kim just shrugged. he downed his tea before filling his cup again. “dunno. but if i do, i’d protect them with all i have.”

you closed your mouth, only nodding to his answer. you laid back to your chair. the new information filled your head so it all circled your mind. secret marriage, possible offspring of lee jiyoung. seo rim. the name echoed in your mind. a name you never know before,

but now you do. 

mr. kim hummed, staring into the fire in front of him, seemingly in his own mind. you stared at the old man, a few white strands of hair on his head, several lines on his face, and you wonder, what does it feels like to witness a war and survived. he lived long, enough to know the lee jiyoung, to witness things that others don’t. long enough to know people, wise enough to know what to do and what not. 

hence the question.

“why me?”

“hm?”

“why did you tell me this? we just met today. and even if you do know me, it’s only from younghoon and that’s not even enough.” you murmured, “so why are you telling me this?”

the man hummed again. “because i know,” he said, making you raise a brow. he continued, “i know i can trust you.”

“where have you been?!”

san’s screeching voice was the first to greet wooyoung when he stepped out of his car with jiwoo. the said man had his hands on his hips, eagle eyes staring down judgingly at the two partners.

“bed’s empty, no note, car gone! you could’ve died!”

wooyoung massaged his temples. “now’s not the time to quote some harry potter line, san.” he groaned.

san shrugged. “it was a moment. and seriously, where have you been? you two! not even a text or a call, we were about to hunt you down!” he accusingly said. “you and y/n both, woo. thankfully y/n told us her whereabouts just this morning. but you? radio silent.”

“my phone died, and so did jiwoo’s.” wooyoung lifted his head when he realized san mentioned your name. “y/n did what?”

slowly, san lowered his hands from his hips. his eyes starting to grow wide with confusion in it. “she didn’t tell you?”

“tell me what?” wooyoung pressed.

“she’s staying out last night as well. at the kim’s.”

his brain short circuited, trying to process san’s words a couple of times. when he finally processed the whole sentences, it left him utterly dumbfounded.

“what?!”

just after he screamed, a black car stopped behind them. the sight of kim younghoon getting out of the car greeted them, along with you, whose door was held open by younghoon. 

“speak of the devil.” san blurted.

wooyoung ignored his remarks, opting to trot his way to you. he threw a look on younghoon, before pulling you away from him.

“you didn’t come home last night? why? why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed, his hand still circling your wrist.

you quickly felt guilty. “i’m sorry love, it was younghoon’s father sudden invitation. i couldn’t really get my phone, that was my fault.” you ran your free hand over his bicep, trying to soothe the anger away. “won’t happen again. what time did you get home last night?”

“he stayed out as well.” san replied from behind you. your eyes widened, while he freezed.

“what? you didn’t tell me anything about it. what happened? wha-“ your palm acidentally touched to his shoulder blades, feeling the rough bandage underneath it, “were you hurt?”

but wooyoung turned away, pushing your hand lightly. “just a scratch, it doesn’t matter.” he turned his gaze back to you, once again giving you a questioning look. “why didn’t you come home? why would you stay at someone else’s place? baby, you’re my wife. what would other people say?”

younghoon slotted himself between the two of you. clearing his throat, he explained, “mr. jung, that was my fault. my father can be quite pushy, he insisted that mrs. jung must stay the night because he wanted her company and to talk. i’m sorry, i should’ve insisted on taking her home.”

“damn right you should’ve.” wooyoung spat, earning a slap on his chest from you. 

“wooyoung!” 

younghoon bowed slightly. “i’m sorry. i’ll make sure no one knows about this, and i’ll explain everything to hongjoong. if these words ever comes out i won’t hesitate to straighten things up and i certainly won’t let this ruin your or y/n’s reputations. once again, i’m sorry.” the man doesn’t even lift his head, bowing once again. “i’m sorry. excuse me.”

“hoon–“ you tried to call him but to no avail, as the man quickly got into his car and drove away. you watched in guilt as his black car went further. throwing a side eye at wooyoung, you detached yourself from him, grumbling as you walked away. he followed right behind you.

“i can’t believe you just did that!”

wooyoung scoffed. “am i not allowed to do that? you’re my wife, and your husband is questioning why were you staying the night at some other man’s house!”

stopping in your tracks, you turned back to glare at him. “i did nothing with younghoon, heck i even stayed at a different wing in his mansion!” you point your finger, “you were staying out last night as well! with your partner who, by the way is also a woman! did you see me complaining or accusing you of anything? no text no nothing, who knows what you did out there?”

…splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

“how could you accuse me of cheating?we didn't do anything!”

“i didn’t even say the word. you put those in your own mouth.”

“i got injured, she was tired, both of our phones are dead, we had no choice but to stay out!”

“that’s exactly what happened to me! younghoon’s father wanted to speak, yes he’s a fucking pushover and that’s kinda annoying so i had no choice but to do as he says because he’s that important, but i did nothing other than talking.” you half shouted. “kim younghoon is an ally, woo. an important one right now. i’m not doing this for me, this whole thing is a business, but then you shouted at him, being completely unprofessional and irrational, i—“

you bit your lip, trying to held your emotions back. “if something goes wrong, hongjoong’s gonna be mad. i’m trying my best right now to gain his trust, to gain something for us, but y—“ you choked back your tears out of frustration, trying your best not to let out a single drop of it. 

seeing how you almost broke down lessen his anger. 

“baby….”

“you two, enough.” 

hongjoong’s voice blared through the whole hallway, making you both turned your heads. you quickly wiped a single tear, trying to compose yourself. 

hongjoong had his hands on his pocket, eyes icy as he stared down at the both of you.

“how many times do i have to tell you to keep your goddamn professionalism first in the business?” he gritted through his teeth. you and wooyoung could only stare at the floor beneath you. you heard a sigh coming out of hongjoong’s mouth.

“younghoon explained everything to me, even gave me a proof of y/n’s room. i know you’re angry, but you shouldn’t have shouted at him, woo. and y/n you should’ve known better than to stay at someone else’s place. the fuck is wrong with you two? i'm not even married but i at least know this.”

you and wooyoung could only turn away from hongjoong's gaze, clearly lost your faces.

he shook his head, opting to leave the problem behind. “make up later, however it is. now, you both clean after yourselves, especially you, y/n.” he pointed at you, “you have a lunch reservation with lee juyeon. i approved it for you. i’ll pick you up after for a meeting with stray kids.”

“she just came back from younghoon, now she has to go out with another man again?”

hongjoong only stared at him. “i said stay professional.” he said, before he turned back and walked away.

there’s something sour left in his tongue.

he’s fully aware of the cause, he just couldn’t say it out loud. so he just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching as you prepare yourself.

the both of you talked and sort things out, explaining each problems while you changed his bandage for a fresher one. both of you talked about how it was unavoidable, things you’ve said before, just with cool heads.

but it still left something unpleasant.

you were stepping into a nice green dress, zipping it up. you strapped your heels, then fixed your makeup. a little blush here and there, your hand danced oh so delicately across your face, it would’ve make him all giddy if it wasn’t for the fact that you were about to go out with some other man.

you caught him staring at you from the vanity mirror, the hardness on his face was unmistakable. you sighed as you turned around, walking towards him. wooyoung turned his gaze to the floor, so you reached for his hands, cradling in it your own.

bringing his knuckles to your lips, you kissed it. “i know you’re upset.” you murmured. he stayed quiet, so you continued.

“i don’t know when will all of this stop. but remember the promise we made? hm?” you cradled his face. “i’ll do anything to keep us together and safe. because i love you, and i need you to understand that there’ll be no one other than you.” you pressed. 

“others don’t matter. just you.”

you looked at his lips, crouched down to give him a soft kiss. though a little unresponsive, he gave into the kiss. 

“i love you too.” he murmured into your lips.

the same words came from the both of your lips. the both of you truly are each other’s halves, in one heart, in one mind, in one act.

even when the same unpleasant feelings resides in both of your hearts, and you both refused to address it. 

kim younghoon: i’m sorry about this morning.  y/n: it’s alright. i’m sorry my husband shouted at you. we’ve talked abt it tho kim younghoon: it’s okay. he did the right thing.  (typing…) (typing…) (typing…)  kim younghoon: he’s ur husband, i understand y/n: thank you kim younghoon: y/n y/n: yes? (typing…) (typing…) kim younghoon: we’re still up for tomorrow? y/n: yes. i’ll see u soon.

“ah! if it’s not the rising star of ateez.” 

juyeon gleamed as soon as he saw you, smile so wide his eyes smiled with him. and to your surprise, he quickly reached for your hand, planting a kiss on your knuckles.

your husband, who escorted you there was right behind you with hongjoong. both of them were stunned at the sight.

but before anyone could say anything, juyeon excused himself, “i’m sorry mr. jung, i don’t mean anything bad. it’s just, i’m really happy to see y/n. i’ve never been so connected in conversations other than with her.” he grinned, “though, if she was available i’d definitely try my luck.”

he laughed, forcing everyone to laugh with him.

hongjoong spoke, “well, we understand. she’s pleasant to be with, perhaps that’s why our wooyoung loves her so.” he nudged wooyoung, “isn’t that right, woo?”

“yes.” he replied dryly, earning a glare and a squeeze on his shoulder. but he couldn't care less.

“well,” juyeon clasped his hand together, “we should go in. i’m starving, and i wish to have a good conversation today with y/n. if i may?”

juyeon offered his hand to you. glancing between juyeon and wooyoung, you have no choice but to take juyeon’s hand, careful in not looking too eager. you threw a guilty look at him.

while walking inside, you typed a quick text.

y/n: i’m sorry. i had no idea he’d do that, he never does y/n: i’m so sorry baby y/n: it doesn’t mean a thing to me

ding

woo: it’s ok.  (typing…) (typing…) woo: come home whenever ur done.

23.47 pm.

you glanced at your watch, sighing defeatedly. you definitely won’t be home as quick as you wanted today.

you already miss wooyoung. but you have to do this.

the alleyway was dark. the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoed in the air. the small restaurant was about to close, the light about to go off altogether. you lightly knocked on the door. “excuse me.” you called.

a buffed looking man came out from the kitchen, a knife on his hand. “we’re closing. what do you want?” he gruffly said.

“uhm, sorry,” you stuttered, “is mr. kim’s soju… no,” you quickly regained yourself.

“i want to talk to the soju maker himself, mr. kim. there’s this… old soju i’m looking for, which i don’t know the brand is.” 

the big man stood there for a while, processing your words. he went back to the kitchen, and you heard some murmurs before he came back outside, now smiling. “mr. kim is waiting for you in the kitchen.”

the man escorted you inside, through the messy wet kitchen up until a door. he knocked on the door, announcing your arrival. “come in.” a baritone voice responded. he opened the door, ushering you to come in, before closing the door.

an old man sat on his study, his white hair tousled and a pair of glasses sat on top of his nose. his weary eyes studied your form.

“it’s been a while since someone used that code. soju maker…” he chuckled. “people usually looks for fresher soju, something done, but now you’re looking for something older. tell me, what are you looking for miss?”

he pointed the chair across him, signaling you to take a seat. putting aside your handbag, you took a seat. there’s a beat of silence, before you let your voice out.

“it’s a who, sir.” you said, before continuing.

“i’m looking for seo rim.”

(to be continued)

—

damnnnn 8 months. i have no words for myself fr😩🤚

i hope y guys still enjoy this. i feel like i should add more things, but i’m afraid it’ll make the whole thing stale ykwim

but we’re getting CLOSER and CLOSER to the main problem, aka the timeline when y/n got shot (mafia!woo y/n caught in the crossfire), which is the very first fic that started this all

anyways. TOODLES. enjoy

[lostheretics]

damn they’re right i should go outside

[thirstkanaphan]

[thirstkanaphan]

Dance Leader Yunho yanking Mingi and Seonghwa into formation before Guerrilla.

[lostheretics]

i saw yunho last night. fuckinf live changing. i’m never gonna be normal after this

HE IS ABSOLUTELY ETHEREAL BRO IT’S BREAKING MY HEARTTTTTTTTTT

need me a human printer and make 1 copy of yunho to take home i’m nuts

[lostheretics]

all these concept pics making me wanna finish my woo mafia fic fr

[khjsdoll]

daddy’s money - j. yunho, s. mingi

summary: time heals—at least that’s how the saying goes. but for a man with an obsession that is you, how much time does one need to heal?

kinda a part 2 to angel tears...?

part 1: angel tears | series+oneshots m.list

pairing: yunho/fem reader, minor mingi/fem reader

wc: 9.9k

tags: pov second person, use of y/n, business au, nepobaby!mingi, ex!yunho, smut, jealousy, teasing, anger, crying, yearning, begging, fighting, etc.

[minors beware!]

a/n note: “4uwoo what’s your favourite trope?” “4uwoo what’s your favourite au?” office. exes. men. in. suits. and. glasses.

also if you’re a mingi girly i’m so sorry.

also why did this take me 10 million years to proofread like wtf

you don't believe in big bouquets and sports cars, or fancy dinner dates set in sky high, glassy restaurants. not even private jets, designer clothing, or even luxury watches.

and that was all supposed to change, when you met song mingi.

your bosses typically stupid rich, arrogant son.

but it would be demeaning to say he was anything short of average.

song mingi was more than he was ever given credit for—and you were quite honestly the luckiest of all women to have been given the privilege to see him for what he truly was.

he was hardworking, that much you could see. his fathers plans were to have him take over the business one day, and what better training than to have his son work under him as well? mingi knew fully well that even without working like one of you, he'd enjoy the riches his father provided his family with anyway.

but that's what you liked about him. his determination to be a better man, not only for you, but for himself.

he did everything a rich man who's in love with one woman and one woman only would. he'd show up with gigantic bouquets of roses, all meticulously custom designed in the color and design he knew you'd love. he'd rev his engine outside your home until you noticed he was there, paying off every ticket he got for violating noise regulations.

anything and everything you wanted, you got.

yet…a part of you knew this wasn't necessary. you were never materialistic. most of all, you weren't ready to open your heart up again. to be made a fool again. as much as mingi spoiled you, your mind never fully let him in. hence why you kept it unlabelled.

a very nervous looking yet cleanly kept manager approaches the two of you, knocking you out of your thoughts as you enter a sleek glass building. he clasps his hands together in front of him a little too tightly, accompanying his rigid posture, a habit you often saw others around the song family adapt.

"mr. song." he greets warmly, voice never faltering. he doesn't dare look the younger in the eyes for too long. "it's our pleasure to have you here."

the store is empty, save only for those who could afford what they offered. only one other associate stands behind the register, her hair pinned, dress ironed straight. "we'll take care of it." the manager says, glancing at his associate, who bows her head in a show of deep respect.

his eyes linger on you for a beat too long, and mingi doesn't quite appreciate that gesture. a protective hand slides around your waist, not aggressive, just claiming. his other hand is lax in the pocket of his grey suit, paired with a matching blazer vest and a polo that hugs his arms in all the right places.

"thank you." he responds, voice husky. without so much as another glance, mingi leads the pair of you to the first corner of the store he can find, one with a small rack of dresses that probably costed more than your house. the store was so luxurious it didn't even display more than one size per style; you shudder at the thought.

"anything you like?" mingi cooes, gently guiding you forward. his hand rests on the small of your back while you feel the lace trim of a gorgeous black dress, the kind the younger version of you could only dream of wearing. the straps were detailed with small diamonds that only shone when caught under the right light, a slit on the leg that sits high enough to tease. the silk flows off the hanger like an arranged waterfall, so delicately pieced together you're almost afraid to ruin it. you skim the inside for a tag, instinctively checking for the price.

when you come up empty, you look back at mingi with wide eyes, and he notices immediately.

"don't do that sweetheart," he murmurs—not unkind, just certain. like a man who knows everything bends to his will. "as long as i'm here, it's already paid for."

his eyes scan the dress, specifically the slit that comes up to what he can imagine would be high up on your thigh. he gives you a knowing smirk. "nice choice sweetie. you'll look nice tonight."

after hesitant choices and whispered reassurances, bags are finally handed over—mingi all of which taking them and never letting you lift a finger.

icy wind bites at your skin, and when he opens his passenger side door for you, you settle in as he brings bags to his trunk. he steps in, the car shakes with his added weight, and that's when the realization dawns on you.

"mingi—we never got the receipt!" you recall your short time spent roaming the store. "we never even went near the register!"

the man only chuckles, starting his engine with a loud crackle. he revs it a couple times, just to hear his baby roar.

"sweetheart, we own that too."

—

it had been 6 months since yunho started his partnership with your bosses company.

6 groveling months since you rekindled things—or so he thought. 6 months since he took you back. 6 months since he started what you'd tried so hard to end.

but you never looked at him again. you never burned holes into the side of his face again, and he couldn't feel the familiar presence of your anger across rooms anymore.

and he started to notice.

when song mingi started showing up to meetings. when he could smell the painfully expensive cologne the younger doused on himself. the presence mingi commanded when he entered any room.

soon, it turned into lingering looks. cocky smirks thrown your way. yunho would watch the way you blushed when mingi spoke, some of his words obviously spoken only to impress you.

the worst part is—everyone was able to turn a blind eye to it, except yunho.

it bothered him. it bothered him that you never called him. it bothered him that when he texted you, his texts would never show as sent. didn't that night mean a thing to you? hell, you even cried like it did.

and it's a bitter bite of irritation that clouds his mind when he realizes in time that mingi is in fact courting you. in fact mingi seemed to make that fact very well known amongst the company.

courting you. yunho could almost laugh, stifling his smirk for a cough mid meeting. what the hell did you know about dating without him? without him, you were nothing.

he watches in seething disgust as mingi makes another point, one that hits the nail on the head. other business men sing out a chorus of "oohs" and "aahs", nodding at the younger.

mingi on the other hand, only gives them a devilish smirk. his lips curve into an arrogant line of knowing and intelligence, and when his eyes find yours, they narrow into a sultry, lustful look that yunho doesn't miss.

his blood boils. he feels a sick, churning feeling deep in his stomach, and he has to fight the anger fuelled tremble in his hands, tightly clasping them together under the table.

when the meeting meets its end, yunho watches the two of you stand. you stand at your bosses side, though nobody was oblivious to the fact you and mingi were somewhat together.

god, didn't he get sick of making you swoon like that? always touching your hair and holding your papers for you?

mingi and his father shake the other mens hands, yunhos gaze not missing a beat. he hates the way the other men smile and crack jokes. couldn't they see past that damn father son relationship? mingi was just a spoiled piece of work that happened to have a rich family.

as yunho finishes up idle chatter with the others, mingi finds his way over to him despite the room of crowded people, aiming to shake the olders hand and talk business.

fuck. meticulous this man was, wasn't he?

yunho can suddenly feel the weight of his secretary behind him, and he wants nothing more than for her to disappear. he isn’t sure why, but mingis hand finds his before he can dwell on it for too long.

“pleasure having you” mingi greets, with that same, cat like curl of his lips. his smile is warm, and his other hand is placed thoughtfully on his chest, showing his appreciation.

yunho doesn’t fully engage, only gives the younger a small nod and a firm handshake. he looks past him, in search of his father, clearly dismissing the interaction before it can escalate.

instead, mingis eyes find yunhos secretaries, tucked away yet not hidden behind yunhos back.

“and…you as well ms...?” he acknowledges, much to yunhos dismay.

“park. ms park.” she squeaks out, voice border lining that of giddiness. she takes a small step out from behind yunho, taking mingis outstretched hand and shaking it, and yunho almost visibly rolls his eyes.

if not for yunhos observant gaze, he might have missed the way your eyes flicker over the three of them, if only for a beat. you scan mingis broad back, his hand in yunhos secretaries, and most of all, yunho himself.

the sight sends an inkling of pain straight to your chest, an emotion you can’t quite make.

as if on cue, your boss lingers over to the three, and you have zero choice but to follow behind with an impending stare at the ground below you, examining absolutely nothing. were the carpets always two toned or had they recently changed it?

he rests a hand on his mingis back, who steps back and at your side on instinct. you feel the heat of his body alongside yours, and that alone calms your mind—at least for the most part.

"doing alright love?" he murmurs, bending his body sideways to accommodate your height difference. "you look pale."

"do i?" you whisper back, lifting a hand to feel at your cheeks.

mingi immediately straightens up when his father turns to the two of you again, gesturing for you to come forward. "i'm sure you've met, but let me introduce you again."

your heart drops. wrong. you had in fact not met yunho last time, and you were not thrilled in having to do so now.

neither of you offer a hand to shake. the eye contact speaks a million things words can’t, and if his expression doesn't say enough, he may as well have shouted to the entire room that he was pissed.

"you’ll regret what i’m going to do to you"

his words flash in your mind like a match to gasoline.

behind you, mingi clears his throat, feeling the silence had gone on for a beat too long. you're immediately shaken out of the intruding thought, stepping back without so much as looking up to the man.

your voice comes out smaller and shakier than you’d intended, a small crack at the end really putting a cherry on top of it all.

“nice to meet you.”

—

heels click against smooth pavement as you and mingi make it across the parking lot, your arm linked in his much larger one. you give him a small peck on the cheek as he holds his car door open for you, letting you step in first.

when he steps in on the drivers side, your mind is far away. you only hear the jingle of his keys as he places them in the cupholder, the familiar roar of his engine as he starts up the car.

he lets the silence settle like a blanket before deciding to speak.

"something happen up there sweetheart?". he places a heavy hand on your thigh and squeezes lovingly, calling your attention to his words.

your eyes flit over his hand. you study the veins, the assortment of silver rings. a small voice in the back of your mind wants to pull away from his hold for no reason. letting out a sigh; "no—i guess i wasn't feeling like myself."

he examines the distress on your face. the crinkle in your eyebrows tells him it's something deeper than that, but based off your reply he decides not to pry. he'd save that for another day, when you were in a better state of mind.

he makes a mental note of mr. jeong in his head, revving his engine once before swiftly reversing.

—

"meet me outside."

you roll the words over in your mind for what had to be the 50th time that night. albeit your phone being tucked away in your purse, the unknown numbers text never left your mind.

mingis protective hand on your shoulder feels far away. every now and then, you'd come back to reality, feeling the cool metal of his many rings press against your heated skin. you figure drinking enough would relieve the tension in your gut, but it only seemed to amplify it—and make you hotter.

you swirl your drink around in your glass, examining the lemon placed neatly on the rim. mingi is head deep in business talk, something you never had much interest in outside of work hours. the party thrums with business proposals and rich, bustling men.

you know as well as anyone else—a party was simply a lame label to talk business and have under the table agreements.

you couldn't say no when mingi had tugged on your arm and pleaded for you to come though, using those damning cat eyes and even promising to take you dress shopping so you'd feel your best.

well—he was right about one thing at least. you did feel your best, and simultaneously your worst.

you catch sight of a familiar pair of predatory eyes across the room again.

of course yunho would be here. and with that snake he called his secretary. you weren't the least bit surprised.

you swirl your drink around in your glass before taking it all down in one gulp, dropping the glass back down onto the table with more force than intended.

clang!

synchronized heads turn.

immediately, mingi turns to you with a worried look, his large hand squeezing your shoulder. “you okay sweetheart?”

"i'm sorry—yes i'm fine." you stammer out. "i apologize." you smile at the group mingi hosts.

they return your polite smile, immediately diving back into hushed chatter.

mingi leans down, whispering into your ear as you straighten your dress out. his breath tickles your ear, his hand squeezing at your shoulder again as he speaks. "you wanna get out of here?". the husk in his voice sends chills down your spine.

you feel heat creeping in on your ears, no doubt turning your face red if it wasn't already. "i—i need air."

he immediately releases your shoulder, taking your hand in his and caressing your skin with his thumb. "want me to come with you?".

the distant chatter fades into background noise. right now, it's only you and mingi.

"i'll be okay. it's only a couple of minutes."

mingi brings your hand up to his lips, planting an ever so soft kiss on it. the action makes your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt in a long, long time, and you can't help but grin softly like a giddy schoolgirl.

—

he watches as mingis lips brush your skin. the same action he'd done only a couple months ago. he watches the pinky tint on your face turn a deeper shade, your lips pulling into that irresistible smile he could never forget. you used to smile at him like that.

how the fuck did you get over it so quickly? hell, he fully had you in his grasp, crying like a pathetic little girl.

he sure hadn't gotten over it. the flutter of your lashes when you blinked up at him. the feeling of your skin against his, soft and warm. the blush on your cheeks he thought only he could get out of you.

his eyes are sharp on you. his drink tastes like ash.

"yun? yun...?"

his secretaries voice is irritating. he hates the pitch in her voice when she calls his name.

"hm?" he hums absentmindedly, eyes unmoving from your form. he swigs the drink in his glass around, still observant. you pick up the long, satin of your dress and excuse yourself from the table of men, offering a polite nod and turning for the door.

all the incessant chatter from his secretary fades into an empty void when he sees you swiftly push the door open, your black dress billowing elegantly behind you with each step. this was it. his chance to move.

he excuses himself from the small table without so much as a second glance at her, only "excuse me dear", and heads to the door in pursuit of you.

he’d win this time. when did he not?

—

the air outside the venue hall is refreshing, free of body heat and tipsy businessmen.

you stifle a small shiver, feeling the air seep in through the thin material of your dress. it's layered so gorgeously it hugs every curve on your body deliciously, flattering even the parts you criticize the most.

the party halls chatter and music dies down, and it isn't until you turn around that you realize the music hadn’t been turned down, simply the source of noise is cut off by a tall, broad shouldered man.

it hits you like a loaded freight train. every hair on your body stands alert, knowing.

yunho tilts his head, that dangerous, dark look homing in his eyes. his hands are stuffed in his pockets, and that alone makes you want to run.

"done playing games angel?". his voice is soft, yet you can feel the irritation laced in each syllable—he knows he doesn't have to do so much as raise his voice to be feared.

"what do you want?” you manage to get out, fierce and uninviting. you take a step back.

yunho smirks, though there's no amusement behind his expression. he eyes your body up and down once, lingering a little too long on the slit exposing your thigh. "watch your step." he says in a low tone that borderlines that of a growl.

exasperated, you turn your head to find your heel at the edge of a long staircase leading further up the hotel. when you turn back to him, your eyes are the fieriest he's ever seen on you. "don't come any closer or i swear—"

"swear what angel?" he cuts you off. he takes a step closer that leaves no room between you two, easily closing the forced distance. "you think you're something big because you have that arrogant fuck wrapped around your finger?"

"do not," you start, picking up one side of your thin dress and taking a careful step up to the next step. "start with me yunho." your heartbeat thrums inside your ribcage, that long unfelt sting springing back to life instantly.

"and here i thought you were finally acknowledging my text” he cocks his head to one side. “mm angel?”

you hate the effect his voice has on you. it’s soft and unwavering, yet the depth in it is unmistakable.

“what are you talking about?” you bite back. your mind flashes with possibility. the possibility of mingi seeing you, finding the two of you like this. you hadn’t been able to find the right moment to tell him about your dating history yet, let alone mention that his father had made a deal with the company your ex of all people owned. “get to the point.”

“you didn’t answer my calls,” he slips his hand into his pocket, bringing out a phone you don’t recognize. “again. sound familiar?”

your mind catches up immediately, not a second thought as you recall the text from earlier.

“meet me outside”

“you’re sick, yunho.” his name tastes like ash on your tongue. “i didn’t answer for a reason.”

“why not? i thought you missed me angel, needed me even”. he teases the word like you’re just a plaything to him, a predator dangling its meal just before dealing the final blow. but you were past him and his games, the way he always treated you like some joke.

you roll your eyes, stepping around the older. “i did not miss you, and i do not need you.” you say each word strongly. “i thought seeing me with mingi made that clear enough.” before you can fully dismiss him, he catches your wrist, spinning you around once again.

“i—i didn’t mean it.”

his eyes, once sharp and jarring, melt into those of a kicked puppy. he doesn’t hold eye contact this time, letting his gaze drop to the floor below him as his grip on your wrist tightens. “i’m sorry”

your voice lowers to a defensive hiss, not wanting anyone to possibly hear a word of this. “a little past that now don’t you think?” you snap, snatching your wrist back from his hold like he burned to the touch. “if you wanted to fix things, you would have. you would have done something when you had the chance—“ you take a sharp inhale. “but you left that morning didn’t you? you left without so much as a note, only money on the nightstand like i was some kind of whore you had to pay?”

“that was for the hotel room angel i—“ he protests, but you quickly cut him off again.

“i don’t want to fucking hear it.” tears brim and you pray he can’t see the glassy change in your eyes. “leave me alone yunho.”

to anyone else, the two of you might have looked like a couple in a heated argument, and you don’t doubt for one second that the quiet front desk attendant most definitely thought that.

“please—“ yunho starts, but you’ve already turned around and left. the marble staircase clicks under your tall heels, and you're not exactly sure where you're going. not back to mingi and those boring businessmen, and most certainly not back to yunho.

that's when it clicks for yunho. you had completely gotten over him. everything he'd done lead up to this.

he rolls the thought of mingi around in his mind.

with a man like him, how were you supposed to remember everything the two of you had? in his head, these were all mind games. you would come back eventually.

he up at you angrily storming off, the ground beneath him, and back to you again. he feels the emotion all at once, like a tidal wave washing away the heat that once settled in his body.

you were done with him.

—

you end up in a space over looking the lobby, only accompanied by the dim yellow glow of light. tears continue to brim, and you force a inhale through your nose—in and out—calming the storm your mind is.

why the hell was he still on about this? and dragging mingi into it as well? it wasn't mingis fault his father was a successful man and besides—it's not like yunho could see him for that, it was a pointless fight over—

"angel?"

not this again. please.

you bring the back of your hand up to your nose, wiping away any obvious proof of his existence affecting you.

you're slow to turn around, letting the moment last eternities before you meet his gaze once more.

you can't stop the tears that threaten to fall yet again when you're met with the state yunhos in. hair messy like he ran a hand through it. eyes watery like he'd just stopped himself from crying. shoulders drooped like he carries the weight of a heavy heart.

he looks different. smaller. when he blinks at the ground it's uneven—one eye squeezing tighter than the other like he's resisting the urge to cry.

he tries to speak.

nothing comes out.

his mouth opens, then closes. his jaw trembles once, sharply, betraying him. that’s the first tug—the involuntary kind. the kind that says this isn’t an act, or at least not a simple one.

“please talk to me y/n,” he finally says.

his voice is wrecked. not hoarse—strained, like the words been held back too long. every word suddenly feels dragged out of him, reluctant. he swallows hard, throat bobbing, and that’s when you see it; he’s rehearsed this moment a hundred times and still lost control of it.

your mind fights for control. this isn’t right.

hands clenched at his sides, his fingers are curled so tightly his knuckles go white. one thumb rubs against the side of his index finger over and over—a small, repetitive motion. anxious. grounding.

“i know what i did that day was wrong,” he says quietly, taking a small step forward. he doesn’t crowd or invade your space. “i know i shouldn’t have left without—“ his voice cracks on the last word. fully breaks. he turns his head away like he’s ashamed of it, like if you don’t see it, it won’t count.

but you do anyway.

a tear slips down his face, this time honest and slow. it tracks down the side of his gorgeous pale features, clumsy and yet somehow flattering. yunho rushes a hand up to drag a sleeve across his cheek with a sharp breath that sounds like it hurts.

and that’s when the war begins.

because you know him. how carefully he chooses vulnerability. what it really looks like on him. what kind of damage is forgivable.

standing there, watching yunho struggle to keep himself together, you can’t deny the emotion that escapes you. the instinct to soothe, to fix. to believe that this time he was in fact, broken.

“i—“ you can’t give him a normal response. your mind is clouded with what he’d done, how this turned out last time. it was always going to turn out the same, you knew that.

“i’m sorry yunho.”

before he can catch the expression on your face, you turn to the elevator and click on the gold button, needing an easy escape out of here. it didn’t matter where, anything was better than this. possibly losing your sanity over a man you knew would never change.

the elevator miraculously arrives quickly with a short ding before eventually sliding open.

yunho grabs at you again, this time your upper arm. “angel please—“. he forces you to meet the mess he is.

just past him and down below between the golden railways, you spot a familiar head of black hair paired with a signature grey three piece suit amble out of the event hall, accompanied by more men, drink still in hand.

fuck. mingi.

“let go yun—“

“please.” yunhos voice is firm, slightly on the brink of raising it, and you know that with one measly glance upstairs mingi would instantly know it’s you. and you’d have a time explaining that one.

panic evades your body before you can think a second further, sealing his grip on your wrist with another hand of yours.

you yank him in and he stumbles right behind you, catching himself on the glassy mirror and accompanying gold railing.

the elevator door closes with a damning click.

you’d have to think of a top tier excuse for mingi later.

yunho turns, eyes still heavy with everything unspoken. you lay a hand on your forehead in exasperation, grumbling at the circumstances you’d unwillingly put yourself in.

“my—“

“just shut up. let me think.” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

how the actual fuck were you to explain this to mingi? in what circumstances would any explanation suffice for this outcome?

“my room is on the fifth floor.” comes yunhos soft, delicate voice.

“why does that—“ you start, but the older doesn’t let you finish.

“i want to talk about everything. i want to explain. apologize.” he sniffles, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. you eye the way he fidgets with his slender fingers, twisting and turning.

when the doors to the fifth floor open with a polite ding, the world closes in on the two of you. you take a measured step out, testing. waiting. yunho follows suite, hands stuffed in his pockets. his eyes are red, teary.

you don't dare look at him. you keep your back to the older, letting him have full control of the situation. at least—physically.

“i need you angel.”

his previous words flash in your mind.

"this is wrong yunho."

"i know this is wrong," he side steps you, trying to get a glimpse of the emotion on your face. "but—just come."

he takes your wrist for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. but this time, you don't fight. you don't scream or pull. his touch on yours feels real, laced with hurt. he holds you like you're a glass doll, precious and full of life.

memories flash with every step you take.

the way his touch always managed to ignite a flame nobody else could extinguish.

the feeling of his arms around you, caging and protective.

the brush of his lips on yours, rough in the way only he knew you liked.

mingi is everything you wish for and more—but a part of you is foolishly attached to the toxicity that yunho is.

and you’d be a cold, cold liar to admit you aren’t curious what the man had to say.

the door shuts with a soft click. you’re in the exact same position you were 6 months ago. standing in your exes doorway. but this time, you aren’t dumb. you’re not a lamb to a wolf, nor a deer to a cougar.

you’d hold your ground this time. because you weren’t letting him make a fool of you for a third time.

you fold your arms in front of your chest, trying to remain as intimidating as you can. "speak."; you amble over to the foot of the bed, leaving your purse on the nightstand and taking a devastatingly gorgeous seat that pulls at yunhos heartstrings.

following you, his eyes turn glassy immediately. the quiver in his lip is unmistakable, eyebrows melting instantly into a yearning, pleading look. he stands in front of you, shoulders slumped, eyes low. “i know i shouldn't have left that night,” he rushes out, words tumbling over each other. “i know what i did hurt you. i know i don’t get to show up like this, but—” his voice breaks hard. he presses his palm to his chest like it physically hurts to breathe, doubling over and unable to handle the sick churn in his stomach. “i never stopped loving you”

you don't respond. nor move. you don't do as much as blink up at him, arms still folded and commanding respect.

if he "loved" you, he wouldn't have done what he did, and you knew that all too well. yunho was a creature of manipulation, anyone could see that. but why is it that with red cheeks and swollen eyes he looked so honest, so truthful?

the silence stretches, and that's what gets him.

he scans your face. your eyes look cold, empty. not a hair out of place on your head, as if he hadn't given up all of his pride just now.

he breaks harder.

his shoulders shake now; quiet at first, then unmistakable. he drags in a breath that turns into a sound halfway between a sob and a gasp, like he’s embarrassed by how undone he’s become but can’t stop it.

“i didn’t think i could lose you,” he admits finally, voice raw. “i thought you’d always be there. that no matter how bad i got… you’d stay. come back to me."

yunho drops to his knees, and you almost flinch. a full 185cm, suddenly doubled down to half his size. it hits you;

he’s not crying because he understands what he did. he’s crying because it finally cost him something. you.

the older looks up at you, lashes wet, cheeks flushed and blotchy. he looks at you like you're the last solid thing in a world that’s already fallen apart. his world.

“i didn’t know how to be better,” he whispers. “i only knew how to stay in control. i did stupid, cruel things because i thought if i broke you down, you would never learn to leave.”

silence.

you let it stretch longer. let it suffocate him.

he shifts closer without realizing it, hands twisting together like a nervous habit he forgot he had. “i hate that part of me,” he says, tears spilling again. “i hate that i hurt you just to satisfy myself.” you feel the heat of his body against your legs, not touching, just there. his fingers twitch like he's aching to touch you, give himself the comfort he craves.

still—nothing from you. and that’s when the power shifts.

because for the first time, he’s the one waiting. watching your face for signs. afraid of saying the wrong things.

he looks wrecked. genuinely. his eyes, once narrow and sultry, now shine with hope and fear intertwined. he only looks up at you for a second, and you pray your own eyes don't betray you. that he can't see past the whirlwind of emotion you feel right now.

“i’m done,” you say, trying to dismiss him like an insect that happened to land on you. “i don’t care anymore.”

your voice quivers but he doesn’t catch it through the laps his mind runs.

something sharp and instinctive goes off in yunhos head—the kind that doesn’t wait for logic to catch up. his body reacts before his thoughts do.

“wait—no.”

from his standpoint on the floor, he reaches for the first thing he can see, your leg—afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t anchor you to the moment. he doesn’t grab yet. doesn’t trap. just reaches—hovering, fingers trembling—like he’s begging permission with every millimetre of space between the two of you.

“please don’t say that,” he says quickly, voice cracking mid-sentence. “please don’t say you don’t care.”

mingi flashes in his mind.

you reply; “i’m tired.”

the words hits him like a shove.

“no,” he whispers, shaking his head, tears already spilling again like his body knows before he does. “you don’t get to be tired of me like that. not—” he sucks in a sharp inhale. “not after everything.”

you uncross your legs, almost hitting him square on the jaw as you bring them closer to yourself, away from him.

he panics.

“no—please—” he follows instantly, softer still, like he’s scared he’s already crossed a line just by moving. “i’m not trying to stop you, i swear—just forgive me y/n. please.”

he places a shaky hand on your heeled foot, trying to grasp at something, anything to calm himself. the expensive leather and cool buckle under his fingertips is a stark reminder of what mingi could offer you without ever lifting a finger.

“i know i ruined it,” he says. “i know i don’t deserve anything from you. but you can’t look at me like I don’t matter at all. i can’t—” his voice breaks into a pathetic sob. “i can’t be nothing to you.”

his touch is electric. the gentle graze of his fingertips on the bone of your foot sends a small wave of heat rushing through you.

“please stay,” he rushes on, tears sliding down his jaw unchecked. “i—i don’t know what to do without you. we went through everything together and—i know i ruined it y/n. all of it.”

you cross your arms. the power that thrums beneath your veins is undeniable.

yunho falters, eyes flicking to the movement like it physically hurts.

you try to maintain the calmness in your voice. “you’re different yunho.” the drop of his name from your lips feels like alcohol on a cut, yunho watching you like a man possessed. “you’re…desperate now.”

his head drops in anguish, messy hair brushing your knee.

“i am,” he admits immediately. no hesitation. no pride left to protect. “i’m desperate. i’ve been desperate since i realized I lost you.”

his voice softens, fragile. “please don’t choose him.”

silence swells between the two of you, room equally as empty. the effect mingi had on him was serene, yunho seeing the way the younger constantly courted you, put every effort into having you.

you exhale slowly. you decide to test the waters out—give him a taste of the mind games he put you through all these years.

“i’m told you,” you say, as painfully slowly as you can drag the words out. “i’m done”

he nods rapidly, tears dripping off his long lashes. “i know. fuck, i know you are.” he babbles mindlessly, saying anything he can to make lee you longer. he brings a hand up to his cheek, wiping off the pathetic tears. his mind is a scramble of begging and reasoning, unable to even form a proper sentence. “that’s why i’m here.”

he hugs your calves, upper body caging your legs. your heeled feet rest gently on his folded thighs, his head dropping into your thighs. you feel the wet heat of his tears and the shaky exhales he lets out, and it starts an uncomfortable knot in your stomach.

“if you really want me gone,” he says quietly into your thighs, “say it. i’ll leave. i swear.”

and you hate yourself for what you think.

you don’t need fancy dinner dates or private jet rides.

you need safety. familiarity.

and you know, that with that familiarity, comes yunho.

you put your hands in his hair, touch featherlight. he immediately melts into your touch, feeling your fingertips dance lightly on his scalp and massage through the soft strands.

you tug slightly at the base of his hair, pulling his face up to finally look at you.

his eyes are red, swollen. his face is a puffy mess of wet tears, yet he looks lethally gorgeous under the hotel rooms soft lighting. his eyebrows are furrowed into a pleading look, and you don't know if his lips are swollen, or if he's pouting on purpose.

you don't say anything. you only look down at him with a look that makes a shiver crawl up his spine, needy and wanting. his arms around your legs squeeze tighter as he rests his chin on your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he melts into your touch once more.

intimacy swirls the room, thrumming quietly like a page both of you are afraid to turn.

"come here." you whisper softly, slipping a hand between your thighs and his chin.

he straightens up immediately, not letting go of your legs, just loosening his hold.

when you bring his face up to yours, your lips meet in a kiss that feels searing. different.

he kisses gently, savoring the taste of forgiveness. his hands don't rush like always, instead he stays waiting for you—your next command.

your mouths meld in a heated dance. when he gently pokes his tongue out, it's not demanding. it's patient, asking for your permission; and when you part your lips and let out a sigh, he melts. he flexes his fingers around your legs, a sign of his restraint.

heavy breathing and lewd noises fill the empty space. the singular lit lamp resting quietly in one corner bears witness to all of it, casting an almost sinful glow across the room.

it isn't until you deepen the kiss—sighing heavily like the burden of carrying unspoken feelings finally released—that yunho allows himself a shaky hand on your cheek. he brushes a thumb near the corner of your eye, feeling the warmth of your skin that he missed so much.

a tear falls. then another. you feel the wetness on your skin, and you're not sure if it's from you or him until you break the kiss.

if his lips weren't swollen before, they definitely are now. he's a panting, crying mess, yet the look on his face tells you he'd rather be here than anywhere else in the world.

"sit." you command softly.

he can only stare up at you, almost tilting his head in question.

"yun?" you pat the bed, and his puppy eyes mold into those of understanding.

he scrambles to stand, mimicking your previous position and taking a seat on the edge. you spot the obvious tightness in his pants but decide not to comment, leaving that for later and continuing your teasing—at least, what you hoped was teasing.

when you swing a leg over his, he looks almost confused. his hands struggle to find a proper place on your body, albeit the clear answer is on your waist. he places one hand on your hip, giving it a shaky squeeze, and the other on the small of your back, like you're something precious to be held.

"pretty boy..." you murmur, leaning in to reclaim his lips.

he's completely pliant in your hold, letting you have your way with him. a coil in his stomach forms when your hands find his hair once more, tugging just enough to stake your claim. and he pretends he doesn't notice when you shift your hips closer to his, feeling the subtle arch in your back as you push your lower half forward.

his breath stutters like you took it away with one simple action. he gains more confidence with his hands, letting his fingers rub gentle circles where they rest.

he was wrong to have done that to you. to walk away expecting you to come back. to leave like he always did, thinking you'd follow and never change.

your tongue slides against his, sending a pang of heat coursing through his veins.

he doesn't register you pushing his upper half back until he hits the soft bedding behind him. you keep yourself upright, still straddling his hips as you push the material of your dress up, freeing your legs from the uncomfortable tightness.

yunho almost salivates. your body is a quiet solitude alongside the laps his mind runs. he watches your every movement like a hawk, eyes piercing holes where the skin of your thighs meets your dress. he needs wants nothing more than to have you dominate him, dumb him down until he's yours to command.

"y/n..." he whines, almost impatiently.

your eyes flit up, meeting his, and it feels like your first time with him all over again. his soft gaze meeting yours, the flutter of his dark lashes in contrast to his pale skin.

you let out a soft giggle, swooning over the olders actions. the world feels like its narrowed down to the two of you. again.

"impatient?" you breathe out, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

he pouts up at you, and you can't resist the look in his eye that pleads.

you lean down, grazing your bottom lip over his. your fingers work the buttons of his dress shirt, taking apart each one with speed that makes yunho squirm. every pop of his shirt is met with cool air instantly hitting his warm skin.

when you grind your hips down on his hardened length ever so slightly, he feels the pooled arousal. he feels the thin lace of your panties, grazing his fully hard length and fueling his desperate need.

he breathes out the smallest noise, somewhere between a whimper and a moan into your mouth as his eyes flutter shut, and you swear you feel your stomach flip. you hadn’t seen him like this in so long. he bucks his hips into you ever so slightly, chasing the friction.

"yeah? feel that?" you tease, biting your lip in anticipation. he nods frantically, small, like he's afraid to impose yet afraid he'll scare you away.

you give him one last, painfully slow grind, eliciting a delicious whimper that falls from his lips. you move to his neck, inhaling the famous cologne he never stopped using. cinnamon and whiskey. you kiss small spots on his neck, aiming beside his adams apple.

yunho squirms. his hands fly to your hips on instinct, gently squeezing and kneading at the skin. you feel the impatience behind his actions, and you nip at the soft skin on his neck, pulling it in between your teeth and immediately soothing it with a practiced swirl of your tongue. the breaths that leave him send another course of adrenaline through your veins, hands roaming his chest more confidently. the cool of your fingertips against his toned stomach make him shiver and throw his head back, barring his neck to you.

there was no way this was your yunho. something had to have taken over tonight. you'd never seen him melt beneath you like this, surrendering his body to you completely.

you leave him with one last particularly painful kiss to his neck, eliciting a helpless whimper from the older and scooting further down his legs.

the soft clink of his belt and his shaky breaths leave the room. you trace your fingers over the tent in his pants—featherlight, teasing—before slowly undoing his belt.

he tries to buck his hips, but to no avail, your current position on his thighs preventing his hip movement.

“y/n…mmh—please” yunho whines, impatient and soft.

your eyes flit up to him, looking at him through your lashes.

his chest is heaving. his shirt is unbuttoned messily, front half exposed, the sleeves still on his toned arms leaving nothing to imagination. his tie is loosened and laid to the side, red marks already blooming on his neck.

“poor baby…” you tease, flashing him a smirk that makes his stomach flip. you continue to slowly pull apart his belt, feeling the way his thighs twitch under yours. his body is warm, almost concerningly hot.

when you finally free him from the tightness of his pants, your mouth almost waters. even with boxers on you can make out the outline of his tip.

“sit a little higher baby” you command.

he moves immediately, scrambling to scoot himself up. you make yourself comfortable between his legs, placing your hands on his thighs and pulling his pants lower down all the same.

you purposely fan your breath over his clothed cock. it sends waves of pleasure straight to his core, his hands flying into your hair immediately—not tugging, just anchoring himself.

you mouth at him, feeling his length jerk under your hold. you dig your nails into his thighs, a silent warning to behave himself, and he complies immediately. soft groans leave his lips, eyes shut in ecstasy. his hands roam your hair, gently running his fingers through at as you poke your tongue out.

you poke your tongue out, gently licking his clothed tip and purposely fanning your warm breath over it.

“fuck…” is all yunho can get out, feeling the soft kitten licks. it gives him almost enough, just teetering him on the edge of what he wants, needs even.

all you feel is the soft cloth of his boxers, wetting it mercilessly with your mouth. you nudge at his length with your cheek and suck at his tip every so often, relishing the way his fingers stutter and his breath hitches.

when he feels the scrape of your nails tugging his boxers down, he breathes out a sigh that echoes around the walls. shame creeps up his spine when he’s finally exposed to you, his tip a swollen red. embarrassment turns to arousal immediately when he sees the look you give him, unconsciously pulling your lip between your teeth.

“just—mmh…” the older whines, cutting himself off and throwing his head back. he doesn’t want to tell you what to do and scare you off again.

as much as you’d tease him all day like this, you can’t deny the wetness you feel yourself either.

you give him a languid stroke, your mouth finding the tip of his cock. you take the head of it into your mouth, tasting the familiar salty, fleshiness of him. his heavy breaths turn into vocal moans, his hips moving into your mouth before he can think.

you take him deeper happily, opening up your throat to fit his full length. he’s hot and heavy, the slide against your tongue almost makingyou gag, and when he hits the back of your throat, one of his hands finds yours immediately.

he anchors himself, trying not to shift his hips deeper into your throat but failing miserably. yunho throws his head back with a devastating moan, squirming beneath you, his toned stomach clenching and unclenching.

you moan around him, the vibration sending inklings of pleasure straight to his core. he laces his fingers with your smaller ones, still a mess underneath you. you feel the throb of his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head rhythmically.

when you look up and see the way his shirt is pooled around his body and his black tie is messily loosened, you can’t resist anymore. the waiting was killing you, the teasing was killing you, maybe more than it did him.

you come up off him with a small pop, immediately panting for air as soon as your throat is free.

yunho looks down and the sight is immaculate. you, a living, breathing mess below him—eyes lust drunk, lips shiny and coated in slick, chest on full display. your dress is still on albeit pooled messily around your body, and it only arouses the male that he’s the one on display for you.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me angel…” yunho sighs out, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

you lift yourself up, impatient now. you straddle his lap yet again, not bothering with your dress and messily gathering it around your hips.

the lace fabric of your panties against his length makes him hiss. he’s not sure if you’re soaked or if it’s his already slick member, but the heated pressure building in his lower stomach throbs painfully—the look in your eyes not helping one bit.

“go on baby” you coo.

his expressions morphs into one of confusion, his large puppy-like eyes looking up at you as if you’d asked him the hardest question in the world.

you giggle, leaning down and slipping a hand under his chin. you tilt his chin up to yours and kiss him, the older complying like second nature.

“i mean…” you say quietly, sultry, eyeing his baby pink lips. “go on and take me.”

a slow smile spreads on your features.

shaky hands approach your hips, and you watch his eyes flit down. you study every breath that leaves his lips as he experimentally rubs two fingers on your heat, gasping when he feels the pooled arousal.

“a-angel…” yunho stutters out, eyes meeting yours again.

the mock pout you give him encourages him to keep going, finally sliding your panties to one side. he circles your clit with his dainty fingers, each slick noise produced making his cock twitch in anticipation.

“y—yeah…like that” you mumble, straightening up. you move your hips against his fingers, increasing the pressure against your heat and fueling the knot in your stomach.

he moves in time with you, his other hand gripping your hip. he thumbs at your clit, teasing your hole with his other fingers—all while simultaneously controlling your hips with his free hand.

he looks up and the older almost lets out a pathetic whine when he catches you bite at your lip, little uncontrolled gasps leaving your mouth.

his long fingers start to prod deeper at your entrance, but you’re too impatient to wait. “i want it inside yunho…” you whine, placing a hand on his chest.

“a-are you sure?” he asks worriedly, his other hand squeezing the inside of your thigh.

“i’m sure,” you breathe out, spreading your legs slightly wider.

yunho swallows down a gulp, lining his thick length up with your entrance. you lower yourself down slowly, watching the strain on his face when he feels your tight heat.

all the air in your lungs feels like it’s been punched out with each inch you take. “yun—mmh—oh my god…”.

you move up and down ever slowly, taking more and more each time.

“wow…” he breathes out under his breath, still not fully in. he watches you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing and kneading at your thighs.

a strap falls off one of your shoulders, lazily yet elegantly resting on your arm, diamonds shining under the lamp light—yunho would be damned if he denied he didn’t like you looking all messy, it was his favourite after all.

“so…big,” you mumble. “missed this.”

you place your arms on his chest, breasts squishing together, and his mouth falls open in a helpless “o”, a sickly, lust filled look clear in his big brown eyes.

you start a moderate pace, his thick length angrily penetrating your gummy walls. each seat on him hypnotizes you further and further into the storm that yunho is, his tip kissing that perfect spot inside you.

this was where you needed to be. no fancy cars or dinner dates, nor private jet rides or expensive bags.

lewd sounds fill the room. slick squelching, yunhos soft whimpers, your sweet moans.

with every heavy drag against your walls yunhos mind fogs with the thought of you. the way your smaller hands rest on his toned chest, your nails digging into his soft flesh. the sway of your hair along your shoulders, each bounce on his thick cock a devastating statement.

damning words fall from yunhos lips, clouded mind unable to process much more. “i—missed you so much angel…”

through trying to stifle your moans and focusing on how deep he is inside you, you hear the clear softness in his voice.

the older doesn’t waste a beat, grabbing hold of your wrist and tugging you towards him. you fall in a messy heap on top of his chest, smaller frame fitting in his completely.

he looks even better up close—cheeks flushed a rosy pink, lips swollen, eyes shiny.

you feel his arm snake around your waist while he moves inside you, the other coming up to lay a soft hand in your hair. he stills inside you, and all movements stop. the physical control switches from you to yunho in an instant, the smallest twitches of his hips still buried inside you.

“please don’t leave angel.”

his eyes, once far away and lost, now look at you with hope and determination.

a thought in the back of your mind kills the idea. you’re supposed to done with him. done with this.

but.

“needy baby” you tut, pouting your lips out in mock pity. you’d worry about the consequences later. right now all that mattered was treating him the way he treated you and this is quite mild comparing to what he did.

he buries his face into your shoulder, and you feel his fingertips dig into your scalp just a little tighter. his arm around your waist holds you closer, like you’d be gone if not fully in his grasp. you feel him take a deep inhale before he starts moving again, slow and intimate.

“deep yun—mmh you’re deep,” you moan, soft breaths tumbling from your lips. “so—deep—“ you manage to breathe out. each thrust feels like a promise, heavy with old wounds and just barely forgotten memories.

“you—hah—feel so good angel,” yunho mumbles incoherently. “so good around me…”. each word is punctuated with a deep thrust, the olders hips moving like he needed you to remember it. heed the desperation in his movements. why he needed you to stay.

you drop your face in his chest, fingernails dipping into the open collar of his shirt. muffled noises you’re unable to suppress escape you, and you don’t know if it’s the pain of his length thrusting up into you or the sting of his profound neediness making you feel this way. all you know is the frozen coldness in your chest finally feels warm once again, his skin on yours burning like a fireplace during a winter storm.

he kisses the crown of your head, a hand on the back of your neck to hold you close to him. small, strained breaths leave his lips, tickling your scalp and making you arch even further into his arms. the coil in your stomach finally feels fed, yunhos cock sheathed into your clenching heat sending immense ripples of pleasure shooting through you.

his thrusts turn sloppier. you can feel the messy slaps of his skin on yours turning harsher, chasing that hazy, knotted feeling in his stomach. arousal drips from where the two of you meet, his pace speeding up to a desperate want.

“c—close angel…i’m—“ he cuts himself off, burying his head in your scalp. you can feel his sharp breaths. this time he whines;” i’m so fucking close—“

he cuts himself off by speeding up again, angling your back so he can reach that spongey part inside of you, the sickly lewdness of his actions filling the room in deafening slaps.

“keep going yun,” you mumble from your spot on his chest. each thrust is damning, your legs spreading impossibly wider around his hips, fully him manipulate letting your weight like a rag doll.

obscene moans emit from the two of you, no doubt not going unheard from the outside. noises heighten in pitch, the creak of headboard mercilessly slamming into the wall, the rattle of your forgotten items on the nightstand.

“angel—gonna—mmh—“ yunho starts, but doesn’t finish.

with a pathetic whimper of your name and your walls stuttering around him, he gives you a final push, his hips coming to a complete stop inside you as he finishes. thick ropes of his release coat your insides white, your own orgasm making your pussy flutter around the older.

it’s silent for a what feels like an eternity.

only heavy panting, soft whines, and the slightest ruffle of bedsheets beneath the two of you subside.

when yunho finally peels his arms off you, he looks at you like you’re a glass doll. delicate, loving.

he only finds his voice when you give him a small twitch of your lips, an expression he can’t exactly name or put an emotion to.

“i—angel…” he starts.

you cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips, not desperate or rushing. when you pull off him he’s speechless, looking at you with fucked our eyes and swollen cheeks.

you only give him a mischievous smile, rolling off him and to the other side of the bed. he doesn’t move, still stunned, just stays in that same position and lets his body flop lazily.

albeit your head being turned away, you still keep the same mischievous on your lips. this was your first time finally winning him over—this was one of the only times you’d seen him like this. was he finally submitting? had you finally won this mind war that he’d been—

bzzt bzzt.

you reach over to your purse on the nightstand, lazily unzipping it. you feel the other strap of your dress fall away, and you can feel yunhos eyes on your body but you quite frankly don’t care. today was your victory.

you pull out your phone, turning it on to reveal your home screens wallpaper of a particularly gorgeous bouquet of flowers mingi had gotten you last week.

[2 unread messages]

[8:46pm] minnie: where are you?

your heart drops to the floor immediately, and you’re thankful yunho can’t see you because every inch of color gets drained from your face in less than a second. your shoulders tense immediately, heartbeat ringing dully in your ears

[8:59pm] minnie: you think i don’t know about who you’ve dated sweetheart?

[sangis-puppy]

Lights Out

pairing: Ghostface!San x Ghostface!Hongjoong x fem!reader x bf!Mingi

genre: smut (so 18+, MINORS DNI)

word count: 15.4k (buckle up lmao)

summary: Another day, another late night at the studio with your boyfriend, Mingi. It's business as usual until the lights in the building suddenly go out. All familiarity is lost as you find yourself alone, scared, and being chased by a masked figure who seems intent on getting you no matter what. Your only saving grace is your boyfriend, who finds himself wrapped up in his own predicament, and when you're caught, you're left in the hands of two masked figures who seem to have plans for both of you.

content/warnings: NOTE: due to a plot twist ending— some warnings are not listed here! Keep that in mind if you choose to proceed with the story: dubcon elements, slight horror themes, spanking (ass & pussy), knife play (only clothes are cut off), training butt plug use, cuckolding, some MxM (handjob, finger sucking), threesome, reader is called "sweetheart, princess, slut, bitch, baby, whore", threats (but none are followed through), degradation, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, dick slaps (across reader’s face), some cum eating, creampies, oral sex, throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t, pls wrap it up), minor biting, body betrayal, mind break, i think that's it? If I miss something, lmk!

author's note: THE GRAND FINALEEEE! We finally made it to the 1k-follower fic, y'all! Surpriseee, it's a Ghostface fic with a twist to it! I'm really excited about this one. It's my first time trying Ghostface or horror elements period, but I hope I'm able to portray everything well~ I hope I've fed y'all good with this one, please let me know what you think as I wanna know if this is something y'all think I should try again in the future! Thanks for being on this ride with me and thank you again for 1k followers <3 love y'all! Pardon any typos, I am human.

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It was a night like any other. You sat on a couch in Mingi's studio, scrolling through some random app while he zoned in on the track he was working on. He had a solo project he was eager to get completed, which meant you've been spending a bit more time here than usual, but you understood the demand of his job and his passion— so it didn't bother you too much. You were just happy to be sitting with him.

Speaking of Mingi, you glance over at the side of his face and smile softly, taking in his focused look: slightly pouty lips, gently furrowed brows, dark, wavy hair tousled from how often he's run his fingers through it while thinking. What a handsome man you get to call yours.

As if he felt your stare, Mingi's eyes flicker over to you and his sharp eyes soften as he smiles.

"Hey, baby. How you feeling?" He asks, voice gentle as he puts a hand out to gently touch your knee.

You smile back softly, locking your phone and setting it aside before you put your hand atop his large one.

"I'm fine, baby. How's the song coming along?" You nod toward the screen in front of Mingi and he turns to glance at it with a soft sigh.

"It's coming. I still got a bit to do before it's ready, but I'm loving what I got so far! I'm gonna need Hongjoong's help with the hook though. I can't figure out which direction I want to take it."

Mingi goes quiet briefly, thoughts passing behind his eyes as you watch his face, but then he blinks and brings himself back into the present moment.

"Speaking of, can you do me a favor?"

You perk up at that, watching Mingi grab a notebook from the table to his left and hold it to you.

"Can you bring this to him? He's in his studio, you know where it is."

Simple enough request. You nod as you take the notebook from his hand and stand.

"Of course."

You turn to head out of the room before Mingi calls out to you.

"Hey! Where's my goodbye kiss?"

You don't even have to turn around to know Mingi is pouting. You turn to him with an amused smile, rolling your eyes playfully as you walk over to your boyfriend who was, indeed, pouting.

"I'll be gone like 5 minutes max, you big baby."

"Doesn't matter. You're leaving the room, so I need a kiss. Unless you hate me and don't wanna kiss me anymore." Mingi's pout deepens as he leans back in the chair and looks up at you with feigned sadness in his boba eyes.

"God, you'd think you're the princess in this relationship with how whiny you can be." You tease before leaning down and pressing your lips to Mingi's, who chuckles into the kiss as he puts a hand on the back of your neck and keeps your lips locked to his.

His other hand goes to the small of your back, gently pulling you forward until you're straddling his lap. He leans back in his chair more, sighing softly as he deepens the kiss and the hand on your back moves to your hips, gripping it lightly. It's easy to melt into your boyfriend as he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you let him in without any thought, moaning softly as he licks into your mouth and tangles his tongue with yours.

You had meant for this to be a short kiss, but it's clear Mingi has other ideas as his hips start rolling up against yours and his hand grips your ass. You melt into his touches, whimpering as he lands a gentle but firm slap to your backside, the fabric of your skirt not doing much to mute the impact on your cheek— especially when it stimulates the training butt plug that Mingi put into you before you made your way here. An agreement that came with promises of a reward when you get back home. Now you think he had you put it in to be a teasing asshole.

"M-Min." You pull back to whine, looking down at him with eyes that were slowly becoming needy.

Mingi looks up at you, fondness and lust swirling in his gaze as his other hand falls to your ass to join its twin.

"Sorry, baby. I can't help it when you look this good."

His eyes move down your body slowly and though you're fully clothed in a skirt and a blouse, you feel stripped naked before him.

"If you want me to deliver this notebook to Joong, you should stop now, or I'm going to fuck you in this chair." You warn him as you catch your breath.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Mingi smirks, laughing when you hit his chest lightly, "But fine, go. Your reward is at home, not here."

Mingi's hands squeeze your ass once more before he lets go so you can stand up. Your legs wobble a bit and Mingi bites back a smirk as he turns his chair back to the computer.

"Have fun, tell Joong I said hi and I'll be texting him soon."

"Alright!" You call over your shoulder as you exit the room.

You clutch the notebook in one hand, phone in the other as you walk down the desolate halls. Despite how empty they were, the only sound accompanying you being your footsteps, you feel a familiar comfort. You've spent many late nights here bouncing between Hongjoong and Mingi's studios and listening in to what they were doing. Sometimes other members would pop in as well and it made your late-night visits that much more fun. Getting a behind the scenes look while also getting to see some of your favorite friends, you couldn't ask for more.

You exit the elevator one floor up from where you were and hum softly as you head to the only other studio with any activity in it right now. You knock on the door and wait a bit before the door swings open.

"Oh!" You blink in shock when it isn't Hongjoong who greets you, but San.

The singer smiles widely when he sees you, dimples on full display as he happily cheers your name and pulls you into a big hug.

"Hey, Sannie!" You laugh as you return his tight squeeze, rubbing his back until he pulls away to bring you into the room.

"Oh hey, Y/N." Hongjoong turns his chair to greet you with a smile.

His posture is relaxed despite knowing a few seconds ago he was probably hunched over the keyboard with a focused face, much like your boyfriend had been. You glance over his appearance as you walk over with the notebook outstretched in your hand. Recently, he's bleached half his head, giving his hair a black and white half and half look you think suited him. His outfit is relaxed and simple: hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. You furrow your brows as you realize they're all one tone: black. You don't see his outfit so darkly mono-toned too often, but it wasn't like he was going on a show or something.

San walks over to Hongjoong to take a glance at his screen and you notice he, too, is dressed in all black from head to toe.

"Did I miss a dress code or something? What's with the all black fits?" You ask with a teasing lilt to your voice.

Both men glance at you, then at their outfits, then at each other before laughing.

"Honestly, I just grabbed the first thing I saw in my drawers this morning." Hongjoong admits with a shrug.

"I'm procrastinating with laundry. All my cute stuff needs washing and I don't wanna do it." San sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, and part of you wants to haul ass to his dorm to start laundry for him because of how adorable he looks.

"Feel you on that, but you really should do it sometime soon." You reply with empathy in your tone, and San's pout only deepens, his dimples popping out as he huffs sadly.

"I know, I know. I will over the weekend. It's not dire yet, I still got a lot of underwear."

"Thank God for that." You mumble as you shake your head and turn back to Hongjoong as you remember why you came here to begin with.

"Delivery for a Kim Hongjoong! Courtesy of Song Mingi, who is apparently too busy to make his own deliveries." You dramatically present the notebook to Hongjoong, bowing your head and holding it out to him like he was some sort of royalty.

You're rewarded with a laugh for your theatrics as the leader takes the notebook from you and starts flipping through it with analytical eyes. It always intrigued you how fast Hongjoong can flip between work and play. His gaze is back to his natural softness once it lifts to you.

"Thank you for bringing this to me. I'll give it back to Mingi later."

"Could we perhaps steal you for the night? Mingi gets you all the tiiiime, you should stay with us. We can show you my new solo song I'm working on." San puts an arm around your shoulder, nudging your hip with his as he tries to tempt you.

"Mmm I dunnoooooo, my boyfriend likes me at his side, you know that." You reply, copying San's tone of voice which makes him laugh.

"He'll live if you stay here for a few minutes! Come onnnnn, I haven't seen you in forever!"

"It's been like two weeks max."

"Exactly! That's forever!"

"You've been away on tour for longer than that." You remind him, and San just waves the thought away as if you didn't make a perfectly valid point.

"That's when we physically can't, it's different."

"He won't give up. You know San. Just stay for a few more takes of his lines? 10 minutes max. Mingi will live." Hongjoong chimes in as he turns back to his PC.

"Alright, alright, a few minutes." You concede and San pumps his fist before making his way back into the recording booth.

You plop onto the couch, your cheeks flushing as your rough landing reminds you of the butt plug very much still inside you. You try to push it to the back of your head as Hongjoong and San start recording some lines.

You listen in, a bit taken aback by the darker vibe of the lyrics. Of course, you've seen San grace a stage and do a full 180 personality-wise wise but it was different when the stage was just a booth and a room containing only you and Hongjoong. You try to ignore how the suggestive lyrics make the heat in your cheeks worsen, going on your phone to avoid eye contact with either man in the room.

After a few minutes of mindless scrolling, you hear the door to the booth open and look up to see San happily bounding back into the main room as if he wasn't just singing sins a few seconds ago.

"What do you think so far?" San asks you, eyes bright as he awaits your feedback.

You give him your best smile, hoping it doesn't show on your face how your mind had wandered for a moment there.

"Really good! Atiny will love it."

San only beams brighter at your approval, "I hope so! I wanted something more sexy this time around."

You clear your throat, hoping to cover your reaction to his words as that familiar heat in your face returns with a stifling intensity.

"Well, you definitely did that, calling yourself a creep is wild though." You go the joking route, hoping to keep the tone light to distract yourself from the lyrics that were looping in your head.

'I kinda like it. The way you hide it. Makes me want to take you apart.'

San is grown, as are you, but the boldness of the lines was still flustering.

"Eh, metaphors and such. Plus, some like that kind of vibe." San tilts his head slightly, eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief as he continues, "Do you?"

His question slams into you like a freight train, and your brain record scratches to a halt before going blank. You blink once, twice, lips parting and closing continuously as you try to figure out how the fuck to answer that. The answer is yes, but saying that to San's face? You'd rather swan dive into a 3-foot pool.

"I'm just kidding! Relax." San eases up with a laugh, but something in his gaze makes you feel like your silence was an answer in and of itself.

An answer he likes if the pep in his step as he walks to sit next to you on the couch is anything to go by. You stand up from said couch a touch too fast to be casual, feeling the need to get some air and return to your boyfriend. You'd blame him and his choice to plug you for why you're reacting this way. Like divine timing, your phone vibrates with a text from said boyfriend.

MinMin<3: I've been abandoned, left to rot, no pretty girl here to save me :((( you: can you please MinMin<3: the light, its consuming me, if only my baby was here you: im coming im coming! just gotta use the bathroom first MinMin<3: okay :)

You shake your head as you lock your phone.

"Well, duty calls."

"You mean your needy boyfriend calls." Hongjoong corrects you playfully, a small smile on his lips as he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Same shit. I'll come back later if I can, but stop by before you go! You know Mingi will always be happy to see y'all."

"Just might, see you later!" Hongjoong waves, and so does San.,

You wave back with a smile before leaving the room and heading down the hall to the bathroom. It's empty, as expected, and you waltz into the first stall to handle your business. As per usual, you scroll on your phone while on the toilet, catching up on reels Mingi had sent you earlier in the day— but once that was done, you finish up and go wash your hands. It's when you're wiping your hands dry that the room plunges into darkness.

Instantly, you're on high alert, head snapping up as your vision tries to adjust to the pitch black darkness. The emergency lights kick on and a dim glow returns to the room, but you still feel on edge. The power's never gone out before as far as you knew. You quickly exit the bathroom and go back down the hall toward Hongjoong's studio since it's closest to you, trying to ignore how the emergency lights made the familiar space around you feel unsettlingly eerie.

"Hey, what-" You start speaking as you swing open the door, only to find the room completely empty.

Had they gone home while you were doomscrolling in the bathroom? You swallow down the anxiety building in your throat— it's fine. You can just call Mingi. You close the door behind you, unlocking your phone to scroll to Mingi's contact when you hear footsteps from somewhere to your right. You perk up, thinking its likely Hongjoong or San, maybe they were looking for you?

But then you notice how slow the footsteps were. The pace was far too relaxed for someone who was searching, and your name wasn't being called either. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, unease settling in your bones as your brain screams at you that something isn't right,, as the footsteps get closer and closer.

Fear pricks at your skin, and your heart hammers as the steps start to get louder and louder, yet your body refused to move, too scared to do anything but look down the hall at the intersection the footsteps were coming from. The seconds drag out as the mysterious footsteps become more and more clear and then, they appear.

Who? You can't be sure since all you see is a figure cloaked entirely in black make their way around a corner. When your eyes trail up to where a face should be, instead a Ghostface mask greets you. Your blood runs cold as you cling to your phone so hard, you fear it may break.

They don't make a move once their eyes, or where their eyes should be you assume, lock onto you. Desperate for any sort of logical explanation to whatever the hell was going on, your first assumption is Mingi must be playing a prank on you. A really cruel, terrifying prank that has your heart about to jump into your throat, but a prank nonetheless.

"M-Mingi?" You call softly, voice trembling.

Ghostface doesn't respond, only turns their body so they were facing you head on.

"Min, t-this isn't funny." You try again, shrinking into the wall behind you as your lip quivers. "You did it, you scared me. You can stop now."

Ghostface once again doesn't respond— but this time they do move. They start slowly walking toward you and your body tenses in pure fear. It's now that you really take in the stature of the person slowly approaching you. You know Mingi's size well: how wide he was, how long his arms are. You could easily pick him out of a lineup with nothing but a hug. Even with a cloak to account for, this image in front of you didn't add up to what you know. The realization makes your blood run cold.

This wasn't your boyfriend.

This is only confirmed by the fact that the person making their way to you lifts a hand to show a switchblade. The blade glints in the dim lighting of the hall, and your stomach sinks when you realize a shimmer like that only comes from real metal. That was no toy— that was cold, hard steel that could slice into you with an unsettling amount of ease.

That sets your body in motion, finally, the fight or flight kicking in as you turn on your heels and starts sprinting down the hall with a scream. You hear footsteps picking up behind you as fear grips your legs and pushes them to speeds you didn't know were possible for you.

Yet it wasn't enough.

Through the blood pounding through your ears, you can hear your pursuer gaining on you with each passing step.

Quick, quick, quick— what could you do? Where do you go? The terror gripping your mind makes it hard to think even remotely clearly, but one thing you know for sure is this chase game would end soon if you didn't do something. Rounding a corner, you trip over your feet, just managing to keep your balance at the cost of your phone flying from your hand and sliding back in the direction you just came from. You can't afford to turn back, you're forced to abandon it as you dash into Hongjoong's studio and quickly throw his chair under the handle, effectively jamming it shut.

You jump and yell when you hear the slam of your pursuer's body hitting the door. The handle wiggles wildly as the door shakes, and tears flood your eyes as they start slamming their body into the door. With shaky hands, you press yourself against the farthest wall from the door as a scared sob leaves your chest. After a few attempts to break down the door, you're solidly sure the chair you jammed under the handle would hold for a while, but that was a short-lived comfort as your frantic mind gets a chance to truly assess the situation.

They couldn't get in, but you also couldn't get out. There was no way out of this room except the very door your pursuer was trying to break down. Your phone was sitting somewhere in the hall, past your pursuer, and the outlook felt really grim.

No. You can't give up now. You wouldn't let this be how you go out. There has to be a way.

Then it hits you. Mingi. He's still here. There's no doubt he's looking for you by now. You could wait this out and maybe he'd find you and this freak and help you out.

Your thoughts are broken when you hear the undeniable creak of the chair holding the door shut.

Okay, maybe you don't have as much time as you thought, but Mingi wouldn't leave without you. You just needed to make it to him. That thought makes an idea spring to mind and you take a deep breath to try and steel your shaking body. You only had one chance to pull this off, and you couldn't afford to fuck it up.

You wait for the next thump of the pursuer's body against the door, then you quickly pull the chair from the door and wait. Like you predicted, Ghostface launches their body full force into the door, not expecting it to fly open. The momentum sends them barreling into the room and you take advantage of their surprise to book it out of the room as they stumble further in.

Unfortunately, your pursuer's flailing limb connected with your ankle and you tripped straight to the floor, half your body in the hall, the other half still in Hongjoong's studio. You start to scramble to your feet when a hand makes its way around your ankle and you whip your head around to see Ghostface has you in his grasp and is starting to pull you back into the room.

"Get the fuck off of me!" You scream as you pull your free foot back and muster up whatever strength you can to land your sneaker square in their chest.

You hear a loud grunt as your foot connects and they fall backwards, grip loosening enough for you to rip your ankle free and scramble to your feet quickly. You take off to the staircase, your only thought being: Make it to Mingi. You descend the stairs in twos, not even listening for any footsteps behind you as you burst onto the 3rd floor and beeline it straight to Mingi's studio with your ears ringing and your lungs burning.

"Mingi!" You call out as you bust into the room with more force than you ever have before.

You freeze at the sight that greets you. Mingi, in the same chair you left him in, but his hands are tied behind his back, his body is tied to the chair, and a black cloth is tied around his mouth, effectively gagging him.

"Oh my god." Your voice shakes as you quickly make your way to your boyfriend, mind solely focused on trying to get him ungagged and unbound from the chair.

Perhaps if fear hadn't been fogging your mind, you would've noticed his squirming wasn't him trying to get free, but him trying to get your attention. His muffled sounds weren't discomfort, but a warning he was trying to desperately give you.

"I'm trying!" You snap at him, thinking his writhing was impatience, but then you finally look at his face and notice he's jutting his chin in a direction frantically.

Your heart stops when you make the chilling realization that he isn't even looking at you.

He's looking behind you.

You whip your body around to where he had been gesturing and are greeted with the sight of Ghostface standing in the corner of the room.

How did he make it here before you? It's physically impossible.

You don't have much time to figure out an answer before they dive at you and tackle you right to the floor. You fight against them as best as you can, kicking your legs and trying to push them off of you— you can faintly hear Mingi making sounds of distress as he tries to break free from the binds he's found himself in. One set of hands suddenly becomes two and your panic rises that much more, letting out a loud shriek before your mouth is covered by a leather glove and you're pinned down onto your stomach.

Someone straddles your back and you cry out as your arms are harshly pulled behind you, bent at the elbows as they were tied much like Mingi's currently were. Feeling utterly defenseless and scared, you start to sob softly, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would wake you from this nightmare.

This had to be a nightmare. There's no way this is real, right?

That wishful thinking is ripped from you when the person on top of you moves and you're suddenly being spun around at a speed that makes you dizzy and forced onto your ass. You blink a few times, trying to assess what's happening.

Two. There's fucking two of them.

There's a solid chest behind you and someone currently crouching at your feet, still disguised behind the mask of the horror icon that you've harbored a crush on for a long time— but that familiar face brings you little comfort as a gloved hand starts trailing up your leg. The choice to wear a skirt was one you now cursed. You reel your foot back, ready to kick your pursuer in the chest again, but a sound brings both you and Mingi's actions to a screeching halt.

The sound of a switchblade being unsheathed. The Ghostface in front of you wields the chilling weapon, moving it at an eerily slow pace up your bare skin, goosebumps rising as terror makes you immobile yet again. You can only watch as the blade glides up your thigh, up your clothes, until your head is forced back— the blade coming to a stop on your neck, right next to your jugular.

"Unless you want me to carve her heart out of her chest. Both of you will stay fucking still." The Ghostface with the knife speaks for the first time, a promise in his voice that makes you believe every word he utters.

The voice is muffled behind the mask and your brain is far too frightened to figure out whether this is someone you know or not.

Your eyes flit to Mingi, who has a mixture of fear and anger blazing in his eyes as he stares down the person holding a knife to your neck— but he listens, no longer thrashing against his binds. Your body trembles underneath the cold blade as it moves again, this time dipping into your shirt. The rip of the fabric being cut apart is unnervingly loud and you whimper as more of your body is exposed to the chilled air of the room.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, head turned away as you try to come to terms with the situation you found yourself in. An unknown man was cutting through your clothes, while another held your bound arms, and your boyfriend can only watch from a chair nearby. The loudest emotion you feel is fear, the unknowns of who was touching you was throwing your head for a loop.

But another part of you, a deeper part of you, was finding a sick pleasure in the blade running across your skin. The threats of what it could do to you is scary, but the almost gentle gliding dance this person was doing against your skin makes your legs twitch and your breathing quicken, but in a different way.

Try as you may to will that dark part of you away, your body leans into the thrill of the knife currently cutting away your bra and skirt from your skin. To your dismay, a wetness is pooling between your thighs that you knew would be immediately seen by your boyfriend and your pursuer the moment your skirt was cut to tatters. You brace yourself for the inevitable, but nothing can prepare you for the smug, dark laugh you hear as the last bits of your skirt are tossed aside. Your brain curses the man in front of you with everything you've got— your body, however, shudders at the sound that shouldn't be so attractive to you. Yet the danger dripping from his tone of voice only makes you wetter, body becoming more eager for what's to come next.

"What's this? Crying, yet your panties are soaked. I always knew you'd like it rough."

Your eyes snap open at that and you look at the man in front of you, the last part of his sentence catching your attention. Words way too familiar for this assailant to be someone you don't know. Your brain starts racing, eyes drying momentarily as you try to make sense of who this could be. Maybe if you could reach them, they'd stop this madness and you wouldn't have to face the ugly truth currently running through your mind.

The ugly truth that the fear in you was starting to melt and blur into thrill. You can't tell if it's your body's way of trying to help you, or if you're just that mentally fucked.

"W-What?" You ask, voice soft and shaking.

The mystery man doesn't speak again; instead, he cups your pussy with his gloved hand and hums softly as he runs his middle finger up your slit repeatedly. You whine at the stimulation, wriggling around as best as you can before the man behind you grips your hips and keeps them still. Your head falls back onto their shoulder, not wanting to look at what's being done to you, but also not wanting to face your poor boyfriend. Shame burned hot in your face at the fact you can hear how wet you are when your panties are cut and peeled off your body. You didn't want this. You keep chanting that in your head, but you have to bite down hard on your lip to stop yourself from whining when leather-clad fingers spread your lips and start circling your clit.

You didn't want this. You didn't want this. You didn't want this.

Then why were you so wet? Why are you fighting back moans? Why aren't you trying to break free now that the knife is no longer a threat against your skin?

You couldn't answer that question because a finger slips into you and a whimper slips from your throat, eyes squeezing shut again as you try to will your body to not be so wet and welcoming to this foreign finger, but then it's curling up in a way that feels far too good for the situation at hand and your trembling in fear becomes shaking in restraint.

"P-Please..." You plead quietly, forcing yourself to look at that godforsaken mask once again, "Why are you doing this?"

The mystery man tilts his head for a moment, as if he's going to speak but then he's handing the switchblade to the one holding your hips down and his now free hand starts a trail from your thigh, to your stomach, to your chest, and instead of grabbing your tits like you thought he would— he wraps his hand around your throat. A second finger is worked into you as he squeezes at the sides of your throat, making you gasp for air. Your arms fight to grab either of his wrists, but the binds keep them firm behind your back. Your legs can't close either due to your pursuer's body being lodged between them.

There's nothing to save you from the onslaught of fingers that work you almost like they know you already, curling in that perfect angle that has you biting your lip so hard it almost bleeds. As your mind starts feeling fuzzy, lack of air making his fingers feel that much more intense— the crack in your resolve only deepens, jaw going slack as a moan squeaks its way out of your throat.

It's almost unbearable: the sounds of your wetness echoing loudly into the room, the sensation of fingers that weren't your boyfriend's hitting all your weak points, the restriction of oxygen to your brain, the roaming hand of the person behind you who is now toying with your bare chest and rolling your nipple between his gloved fingers. The adrenaline blends your fear and thrill into a dangerous rush in your veins that has your eyes rolling back and your orgasm crashing through you before you can even register its coming.

The man behind you holds you down as your body thrashes and you gasp in desperately needed air as the hand on your throat finally eases up enough to breathe in completely. Tears blur your vision as your chest heaves and your scattered mind tries again to grasp at any bits of sanity you may have left.

But there's no sanity in what's happening to you. You just came on the fingers of a man who threatened to kill you and your body craves more while your brain helplessly flounders for coherence of any sort.

A harsh hand on your chin brings you back to the current moment. You're forced to look at the gloved hand and how it glistens in the low light of the room. Your shame dripping down the leather as your face grows hot with humiliation.

You came on someone else's fingers right in front of your tied-up boyfriend. Despite feeling his stare on your face, you refuse to look in his direction, unable to handle what you may see. You'd rather look at the soaked fingers being dangled in your face, so you do— until the hand is moved and the Ghostface mask yet again pops into your view. Another low laugh is heard before his unstained hand reaches up to grab at the bottom of his mask and pulls it off. Time goes still as a familiar face comes into view.

Hongjoong.

His half and half hair messy as his darkened, unhinged eyes meet yours. He keeps his gaze on yours as he brings his gloved hand to his mouth and loudly sucks your taste clean off his fingers. A wave of lightheadedness hits you like a freight train at the reveal that your pursuer truly was someone you knew. Someone you trusted with every fiber of your being.

But if this was Hongjoong then...

You turn your head to look at the man whose shoulder your head had been resting on, suspicions making your gut feel tight and your spine straighten. It's confirmed when the second Ghostface sets down the switchblade to pull his mask off his head and toss it aside.

"Hey, princess." San smiles at you— a deep, twisted calm in his voice that you've never heard before.

You're stunned into complete silence. Meanwhile, Mingi kicks back up at the reveal, yelling what you can only imagine is a lot of curses as he pulls at the binds on his arms again.

"Relax, bro." Hongjoong's voice is low, smug as he laughs and stands up to approach Mingi.

Mingi looks up at him with fire in his eyes, growling when Hongjoong steps close enough to throw an arm over his shoulder. Mingi tries lunging at him, but it's useless.

You blink a few times, looking between all three men in the room with thoughts flying through your hazy mind too fast for any of it to make sense. Only one word makes it past your lips.

"Why?"

All three heads turn to you at that, and San and Hongjoong exchange a glance before Hongjoong begins speaking.

"Why not? Mingi's always throwing you in our faces. Telling us all about the sex you guys have, the positions he puts you in, the roleplays he's had you do, how you're a squirter and a crier, how you love when he makes you choke on his cock, all kinds of nasty shit." Hongjoong's gaze moves to the man in question, who was still shooting a glare at him, "All this fun he's having, but keeping it to himself. Telling a group of sexually frustrated men about the sick shit your girlfriend is into really isn't the smartest idea, is it?"

Hongjoong waits as if Mingi can actually answer, before he lets out a loud cackle and slaps Mingi upside the back of his head, clearly enjoying how powerless he was.

"It sure isn't! We wanted in, and so I brought a plan to San," Hongjoong's eyes flit to San who was still holding your hips, but had begun caressing them now— you hated how your body reacted to it, "Took a bit to get him to agree to it, but then you came over in that cute little miniskirt, drunk as fuck and plopped your ass right into his lap."

You remember that night. You didn't think much of it at the time. You were close with all the boys like that, it was as normal as a koala hug. You didn't know you were feeding such dark desires that led to this moment.

"That night, we began planning. Waiting for the right time, then Mingi told me he'd be coming in late tonight and I knew we had the perfect moment to strike. You put up a good fight, I'll give you that, but now it's time for our reward." Hongjoong's smile turns sinister as he begins walking toward you again.

"W-Wait! We can talk about this! W-We can talk and figure something out!" You cry out desperately, instinctively scooting back but finding yourself only moving deeper into San's grasp.

"Oh, there's nothing to talk about." Hongjoong says dismissively, but then he pauses as if a thought popped into his mind, "Actually, no. There is one thing I did want to talk about now that you mention it."

Hongjoong plops down on the couch after removing the cloak he has on, revealing his all black outfit. His eyes lock onto yours, and the anger you find in them makes your body go stock still, breathing starting to quicken again.

"You kicked me earlier. That wasn't nice, was it?"

Your brain flashes back to the kick you landed to his chest in the studio. At the time you didn't know it was him, but you did put a lot of force into that kick. The thought of saying sorry to him when he was chasing you with a fucking knife makes you want to scoff, but then you see the voidness of his eyes. A darkness that sent a chill down your spine. A darkness you did not want to mess with. This wasn't your friendly Hongjoong; this was a different type of monster and your brain tells you appeasing it was your best course of action.

"N-no. I'm sorry, Hongjoong." You apologize softly, eyes on his feet as you speak.

"Look at me when you're speaking to me." He growls and your eyes snap to his, every fiber of your being yelling to look away from the sinister gaze that made you want to sink into the floor.

It takes everything in you to keep your eyes on him as you speak again.

"I'm s-sorry for kicking you, Hongjoong."

He hums in satisfaction, a small smile making its way to his face, but it doesn't meet his eyes and the pit in your stomach only deepens.

"I appreciate your apology, but I don't think you've really learned your lesson. San, put her over my lap."

You yelp as you're manhandled over to the couch and unceremoniously flopped over Hongjoong's lap. Your knees dig into the soft cushions, and your face is forced to rest in San's lap after he takes off his cloak and sits next to Hongjoong. You turn your head so your cheek rests on his thigh and find yourself face to face with Mingi. You can't read the expression on his face, but his eyes are on Hongjoong's hands as they rub your ass.

"Oh, you've left a little gift for us? How nice of you, Mingi. Maybe I'll go easy on her then." Hongjoong's voice drips with faux sweetness, a mocking smile on his face as he spreads your cheeks and pushes down lightly on the training plug currently nestled into your ass. You hide your face in San's muscular thigh as he laughs.

"You've already come on Hongjoong's fingers like a slut, why hide now? Doesn't matter anyway, you'll be open and raw when we're finished with you. No part of you will be untouched." San muses, running a gloved finger up your spine until he can grip your hair in his fist and pull your face out of his thigh and you hiss at the pleasurable burn on your scalp.

The threat makes you a delirious mix of terrified and turned on, body on high alert as Hongjoong's now bare hand rubs along the skin of your ass and thighs.

"You usually do 20 when you punish her, right?" Hongjoong asks Mingi, lifting his gaze to the bound man who doesn't respond, just glares as he has been, "We'll do 10 then, you better thank your boyfriend for getting off easy. I should spank you until you can't sit straight for a week."

San uses his grip on your hair to turn your face to Mingi, who is actually looking at you this time. The anger leaves his eyes and is replaced with an emotion you can't quite put your finger on. Tears blur your vision as that shame finds its way into your mind, Hongjoong's prodding fingers circling your still-wet clit. You whine softly, tears dripping down your cheeks as you speak.

"T-Thank you, baby."

Mingi wants so bad to reach out to you, to comfort you and tell you it'll be okay, but he also can't help the way his eyes are pulled back to watch Hongjoong play with your pussy. Hot, white anger is pulsing through his veins— but it's also pulsing through his cock and as Hongjoong winds his hand back and lands a smack on your ass that has you crying out, his cock jumps in time with the impact. He should hate this; he does hate this.

But then why was he so hard?

A second slap lands on your ass and you cry out again, hips squirming in Hongjoong's lap. Despite his hands being smaller than Mingi's, he still had enough power behind his hits that it stung deliciously just as much as Mingi's spanks. The third spank lands on your other cheek and you yelp, digging your face into San's thigh again as best as you can.

"Can you shut her up for me?" Hongjoong casually asks San, turning to face the man in question.

"I thought you'd never ask." San replies, a sadistic smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

You heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle being undone and your heart drops to your ass. A flicker of want burns in your stomach— you'd be lying if you said you never thought about how big he was before. He's an attractive man, every member of the group was, but you didn't act on those thoughts ever.

It seems today you'd get an answer whether you want it or not.

You squeak indignantly as your head is yanked up by your hair and a tip of a cock is pressed to your lips, pre-cum smearing on them already. You couldn't see his full size the best from this angle, but you're sure you'd feel it just fine when he shoves it down your throat. You feel the coldness of a blade against your neck again and go completely still as San leans down to whisper near your ear.

"If I feel so much as the thought of a bite on my dick, I will cut your throat and watch you bleed out on this floor. You fucking hear me, slut?" San snarls, vitriol deep in his voice as his grip tightens on your hair.

You've never heard San sound so mean, so condescending, and yet you clench around nothing at it— Depravity on clear display to the man who currently had his hands on your ass. Any hopes Hongjoong didn't notice are dashed when he chuckles.

"Oh, she liked that, Sannie. You're a twisted bitch, aren't you?" Hongjoong hums, amusement clear in his voice as he spanks you hard yet again.

The involuntary yelp that comes out is San's opening to shove his cock straight to the back of your throat and your vision blurs with tears almost immediately as you gag around him.

"Fuckkkk, that feels good." San groans, head falling back to the couch as he starts guiding your head up and down his length by your hair.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong keeps the spanks going, making you cry, gag, and choke as San starts fucking into your throat roughly. Your brain quickly hazes over, the sensations from both men working your body into a sensitive state where everything feels intense. By the time Hongjoong lands his 9th spank right onto your pussy, your body is full on convulsing in his lap— tears, spit, and precum coat San's dick and lap but it only turns him on more as he fucks into your mouth, loud moans mixing in with the sounds of you choking.

The 10th and final spank lands square on your clit and you swear you're seconds away from cumming with nothing inside of you but Hongjoong doesn't push it to 11, as promised. He starts rubbing circles on your ass, helping soothe the sting he's left behind.

"What a pretty little thing you are. I can't wait to fuck you, but I'm not entirely a monster. San, prep her for me, yeah?"

San pulls you off his cock and you gasp for air, coughing heavily as you try to clear your lungs from the assault on your throat by San's decently sized length.

Before you can comprehend what's happening, you find yourself in San's lap, a foot on either side of his legs on the couch, hovering above a twitching cock as it rubs against your slit. You blink a few times trying to gather your bearings and notice Hongjoong is no longer on the couch; he's standing to the right of Mingi with a pleased smile on his face.

Mingi.

In this position, you're forced to be face-to-face with your boyfriend, who is about to watch you sink onto his best friend's cock.

"M-Mingi-" You hiccup, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again and his eyes soften as he tries to communicate with his eyes that it's okay. He's right here, even if he can't reach you and that fact does bring you a little bit of comfort— until you're brought back into the moment by San guiding you down onto his cock.

"Focus on me," He punctuates his last word with a sharp thrust, forcing a cry out of your lungs as your head falls back onto his shoulder, "I'm the one fucking you."

The slight burn of his rough entry soon melts into pleasure as he starts fucking up into you at a quick pace, gripping your thighs tight as he keeps you spread wide open for him. Your sounds come out raw, unfiltered as San bullies his cock deep into you and each thrust unravels a part of your resolve until you're borderline sobbing from pleasure. The plug in your ass stimulating you, the roughness in San's thrusts, his grunts and growls flowing into your ear, his nails sinking into your sensitive skin, his teeth and tongue hot on your shoulder and neck— with the overflow of pleasure thrumming through your veins, you can't help but fall apart and give in to the ecstasy.

Any fear is long gone— all that's left is the dark, desperate need to cum, to be used, to keep feeling this delirious level of pleasure. The man currently fucking you threatened to bleed you out and yet here you were, helping him spear you on his cock over and over with what little strength you have in your legs.

Hongjoong takes a deep pleasure in seeing you so far gone, putting a hand on Mingi's shoulder as he watches San pound you into oblivion. His stamina was no joke.

Mingi can't tear his eyes away from it. From your bouncing tits, your pussy stretched around San's cock, combined juices dripping onto the couch. His throat feels dry, and the war in his mind wages on as his cock continues to be into what he's seeing. When Hongjoong squeezes his shoulder and laughs from his right, Mingi closes his eyes, fearing his worst-case scenario is about to play out.

"Mingi, are you...are you hard right now?" Hongjoong asks, amusement clear in his tone as he leans down to Mingi's ear.

Mingi didn't need to look to know Hongjoong was smirking at him.

"Well, well, well," Hongjoong hums and Mingi's stomach drops when he feels his jeans being unbuttoned, "We got another sick fuck on our hands here, San."

Mingi's breathing quickens and he squirms a bit in the chair as Hongjoong pushes his jeans and boxers out of the way enough to pull out his leaking cock.

Mingi tries to speak but the cloth muffles all of his words, not that there would've been any real bite to them anyway.

"Do we now?" San asks, slowing his thrusts to speak to his partner in crime and you whimper at the loss of speed.

San chuckles but keeps his slower pace as he peeks around your body to see what Hongjoong is doing to Mingi. Mingi's cheeks are bright red as Hongjoong spits into his palm and then wraps his hand around Mingi's cock. He strokes long and slow, staring right at Mingi as he jerks him off, but Mingi refuses to meet eyes with the captain. He's cursing his body for being so into it, for liking hands that aren't yours on his dick, but then Hongjoong lightly squeezes at his tip and he's whimpering so prettily it pulls a deep groan from Hongjoong.

"You like watching your best friend split your girlfriend open on his cock?" Hongjoong rasps, voice deep and lips ghosting over Mingi's ear.

Mingi's breathing quickens even more as San's hips start picking up speed again and one of his hands moves to where you two are joined to spread your lips and give Mingi an even clearer visual of how his cock disappears into your wet heat. Mingi's cock twitches in Hongjoong's hands and he feels the captain's smirk against his ear.

"Oh, you do? You like watching someone take her roughly, make her cry in pleasure while you listen to her fall apart? You like being cucked." Hongjoong hisses the last word and Mingi's hips buck into his hand, a groan slipping out of his throat as he vehemently shakes his head— eyes still laser focused on where San fucks into you.

Hongjoong leans back a bit to call to San.

"Bring her closer. Put her on her knees, facing Mingi. Don't pull out." Hongjoong orders and San listens to his instructions perfectly.

Your knees ache a bit as you're forced onto the hardwood floor but that's the least of your worries when you can still feel San throbbing deep in you as he positions you so your head is right in front of Mingi's lap. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Mingi rock hard and leaking, tip flushed red as he looks down at you with wet eyes— meanwhile, Hongjoong strokes him and watches you with a smirk.

"Are you back with us now, princess? Welcome, it seems your boyfriend is really enjoying the show. You'll give him another one right? Make those pretty little faces for us?" Hongjoong asks, hand increasing its pace on Mingi who cries out at the increased stimulation, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to keep his wits about him, but failing.

Before you can even get a word out, San grips your bound arms with one hand and your hip with the other, thrusting into you hard and deep. Your eyes roll back as the intense sensations come back full force immediately, San fucking into you ruthlessly and making you cry out into the studio like he was just a minute ago on the couch.

Mingi's eyes open at your cries, taking in your face twisting in pleasure, so close to his leaking cock that it makes him ache with a need to cum, but he tries to fight it. He doesn't want to prove Hongjoong right. As long as he didn't cum, his words wouldn't be true. At least that's how Mingi's brain had rationalized it.

"I can feel it. I know you're close, Mingi." Hongjoong croons into the younger man's ear, teeth grazing over Mingi's earlobe in a way that makes his cock throb and a throaty groan leave him, "Don't you wanna paint your pretty girlfriend's face?"

Mingi whimpers pathetically, his stomach tensing at the mental image of your face covered in his cum, tongue out and eager like it always was for him. It was becoming too much. His brain and body fighting a losing battle with Hongjoong's lithe hands and your loud cries as San fucked you into his lap like a doll.

"I'm getting close." San pants out, grip tightening on your hip to the point you're sure it's going to bruise, "Fuck, I'm gonna fill this pretty little pussy up."

Somehow, he fucks into you harder as his peak gets closer and your legs borderline give out on you, not that San needed your help. His raw strength keeps you right where he needs you, moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as his orgasm creeps up on him.

Mingi should be furious at the idea of another man filling you up, but his treacherous body only bucks its hips, delirium sinking into his already breaking mind as his pathetic whines mix in with San's and yours— the room a symphony of pleasure-driven, turned on, needy whores close to their releases.

Music to Hongjoong's ears.

"Cum for your captain, Mingi. Make a mess of her with Sannie." Hongjoong coos, a sickening sweetness to his tone as he trails his lips down Mingi's sweat-slick skin before sinking his teeth into his neck harshly.

It was Mingi's undoing. His loose lips about his likes in bed coming back to bite him hard as Hongjoong's teeth seal the deal and he's crying out into the cloth gagging his mouth, drooling down his own chin as he cums hard and Hongjoong makes sure to aim Mingi's cock to your awaiting face. At the same time, San thrusts one last time before groaning loudly as he paints your walls white and the feeling of two loads hitting you at the same time makes your own orgasm take over you, jaw-dropping as you cry out silently and some of Mingi's cum shoots right into it.

For a while, there's only the sounds of harsh breathing in the room. You, with your head resting on Mingi's thigh, San keeps your hips up with one hand but is collapsed onto your back, Mingi with tears trailing down his cheeks, staring at his softening cock next to your face in Hongjoong's hand.

"Good boy." Hongjoong praises the fucked out man tied to the chair and he holds back a smug remark when he feels Mingi's cock twitch ever so slightly in his hand.

As you swallow the remaining bit of cum in your mouth, Hongjoong uses his fingers to wipe the excess off your face before slipping his cum covered fingers into your mouth. His tongue swipes over his lips as he watches you lap at his fingers off pure instinct— your eyes were far too glossy for the choice to be conscious and his cock twitches, demanding to finally be given some attention.

He'd waited long enough.

San pulls out of you slowly and you both whine as he sits back on the hardwood floor and you start sinking to the floor as well. Hongjoong's grip on your hair pulls you back upright and onto your knees as you blink some awareness back into your buzzing body. Your knees yell in protest as you're dragged to the side until you're on your knees in front of the captain. He takes a moment to look over your wrecked state and brushes his knuckles over your cheek— a stark contrast to his hand's harsh grip in your hair, but still your eyelashes flutter at the softness, leaning into him out of pure desire for the gentle caress.

"You really are beautiful, you know?" Hongjoong whispers, like he's telling you a secret despite being in a room with two other people, "But I know exactly how to make you a masterpiece."

You blink slowly as you process his words, wondering what he could mean. Perhaps you could think a bit better if your mind wasn't faintly stuck on the fact that you can still feel San's cum dripping out of you onto the floor. Hongjoong just smiles at you, a wickedness settling in his eyes as the hand on your cheek moves to his pants.

Perhaps the fight really has left you at this point, because you find yourself getting excited as Hongjoong pulls out his thick cock. While he was shorter than Mingi, he was definitely the thickest, with San being the perfect middle size between the other two men in the room. You wonder how you'd fit him into your throat with a girth like that, but that thought is wiped from your mind the moment Hongjoong slaps his dick across your cheek.

You blink rapidly in shock, never having that done to you before but once the surprise wore off, you found yourself liking it. A moan slips from your throat the next time Hongjoong slaps his length onto your cheek, eyes slipping shut as a laugh leaves the man standing in front of you.

"Fuck, you really hit the jackpot with her, Min." Hongjoong locks eyes with Mingi and keeps his eyes on him as he taps his sticky tip onto your slightly parted lips repeatedly, "Takes whatever you give her so well."

Mingi didn't glare this time. He couldn't. His orgasm, the loss of the game he made up in his head, has broken his initial resolve through and through. He's submitted to the situation and finally accepted that he was far more into this than he wanted to be. The display in front of him was hot and he could feel his cock starting to rise again as his leader treated his girlfriend like a common whore. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he didn't care to figure it out right now. He just wanted to see what came next.

The slightest bit of Hongjoong's pre-cum slips into your mouth and onto your tongue and you shudder at the taste, tongue darting out to try and lap up more of it, but Hongjoong pulls you away by your hair and you actually whimper and try to fight the pull.

Hongjoong's laugh is one of disbelief. Had they actually managed to break your mind? Make you desperate enough to want it even with Mingi watching just a few feet away?

The thought makes a chill run down his spine and a wide grin spread on his face. He probably looked insane, but he didn't care, not when you were pleading with your eyes the way you were— wet, wide, doe-like. Making you cry again was a must, but first...

"Where's your manners?" He teases, a mocking pout on his lips as he looks down at you, "What do you say when you want something?"

Embarrassment burns hot in the tips of your ears as you realize what's being asked for. A small, dying part of you is still trying to preserve some dignity, but then Hongjoong's hand is stroking his cock in your face— thick, veiny, pulsing, tip oozing the pre-cum you were trying to chase, and your greed beats out your morals.

"Please." You plead softly, the word barely audible in the rather silent studio space.

"Mmm, you can do better than that." Hongjoong slaps his cock on top of your face and groans at the visual in front of him.

Your tongue flicks out to lick at the underside of his length and Hongjoong's jaw clenches ever so slightly; however, he doesn't pull away.

"Please, Hongjoong." You plead louder, words skewed as your tongue keeps lapping at him in hope of convincing him to finally fuck your face.

"Please, what?" He presses further, rocking his hips back and forth to run his cock on your outstretched tongue.

It was degrading, but you couldn't get enough of it. You needed more of it— of him.

"Please give me your cock! Pretty please!"

Hongjoong hums as if he's considering it, and you squirm as you feel a pair of hands settle on your waist, San's. You almost forgot he was here but if his grinding on your ass meant anything, he was raring to go again already. San kisses over your shoulders, caressing your sides, tummy, and tits, gripping at whatever he could as his hips roll against you.

Your attention is brought back to Hongjoong when his cock is lifted from your face and positioned near your lips.

"Of course, princess. Go ahead." He nods once, smirking at how you immediately take his tip into your mouth and greedily swallow all of his taste of your own volition.

He only lets you do this for a moment before the grip on his hair tightens again, and he's pushing you halfway down his length. Your eyes shoot wide open, gagging and trying to adjust to the stretch of such a girthy cock being shoved into your mouth. Your jaw was already aching, but you will yourself to deal with it as Hongjoong starts fucking his way into the back of your throat with a gritty groan. Your eyes squeeze shut as you once again focus on breathing through your nose and not passing out as Hongjoong uses you like a toy.

San's fingers dip between your legs, slipping two of them inside of you and pumping them slowly, playing with the cum he left inside of you with a pleased grin. He pulls his fingers out after a moment and glances over his shoulder at Mingi, who was still watching everything play out with a haze in his eyes. San decides to leave Hongjoong to fucking your face as he stands up and approaches Mingi.

Mingi's eyes flicker to San once he realizes he's getting closer and his body tenses as he waits for what the dark-haired man plans to do with him. San smiles softly, a smile that would be heartwarming to Mingi if not for the situation at hand, before he shows Mingi his glistening fingers— wet with mixed cum from him and you.

"Peace offering. If you wanna taste her tonight, this will be the only way." San wiggles his fingers slowly, and Mingi follows the movements like he's in a trance.

He considers the offer, how humiliating it would be to suck his own bandmate's cum off his fingers, but he also got to taste you and to be frank, watching all this happen and not being able to feel you in anyway is fucking killing him.

Was he desperate enough to do this?

His thoughts are broken by a loud groan from Hongjoong and a harsh gag from you just off to the side. Mingi glances over and sees Hongjoong's moved on to putting both his hands on your head, fucking into your throat like it was his life's mission and you were taking it oh so damn well. With his experience with you, Mingi can tell from the look on your face and periodic constrictions of your throat that you were starting to find your pacing with Hongjoong's size and how roughly he was using you.

And it shouldn't be so hot, but fuck it is.

Mingi nods his head quickly as he looks at San again. Fuck it. He needed it. He needed you in some way. San's smile widens at the eager agreement and he tugs down Mingi's gag. For the first time in a while, Mingi takes in a big, unobstructed breath. He'd never take oxygen for granted ever again, that's for sure. After a few breaths, San puts his fingers near Mingi's face, but he also shows Mingi with his free hand that he still has that switchblade on him. The message reads clearly to the bound man. Not that he planned to act out anyway, he was as far gone as you were.

Mingi leans forward as much as he can and latches onto San's fingers. The initial taste overwhelms his taste buds, and his face scrunches up, but then it settles onto his tongue in a way he doesn't expect, and he moans. Outright moans on San's fingers as his tongue swirls around them, sucking every bit of the combined taste off. The familiarity of you and the new that had to be San meshed together in a way that left Mingi wanting more when the taste is completely gone.

San blinks a few times in shock, mostly taken aback by his initial thoughts of how Mingi looked sucking on his fingers like they were his saving grace. It makes San throb in a way Mingi has never made him throb before, and for a moment his mind wanders to how Mingi's tongue and plush lips would look wrapped about his-

"San."

A call of his name stops San's thoughts before they can go any further. He looks over to Hongjoong, the one who called his name, and sees the leader has finally pulled out of your throat. Your face was a mess of tears and drool, but if you were bothered, San could not tell. You just looked up at Hongjoong without a care for anything else, hair in his hand and tongue hanging out of your mouth as you pant harshly, trying to catch your breath.

"I think she's ready for us both." Hongjoong continues and your eyes flicker between both men as they share a dangerous smile and you're dragged over to be bent over the arm of the couch.

You grunt lightly as the couch arm pushes into your stomach and knocks some of the wind out of you, but you don't get to dwell on it long before you feel hands on your hips, and San's cock is once again in your face. San's dimples flash as he smiles down at you, slowly shaking the switchblade he still has in your view.

"Do I still need this, princess? Can I put it down? Will you be a good girl for Sannie?" San coos, the condescending tone is yet another hit to your already destroyed mind.

You nod, whining when San taps his length against your face. Just like with Hongjoong, your mouth opens to lap at the underside of his cock and San's smile only widens.

"Cock hungry slut." He spits the words at you, heated and demeaning.

Yet you moan when he says them, eyes fluttering shut and mouth widening more for him as Hongjoong rubs over your ass with his hands and admires how wet you are for him. Unable to resist the dazed and desperate look on your face, San slips his cock into your mouth and threads his fingers through your hair as your tongue eagerly swirls around his tip before taking him deeper into your mouth.

"See, Mingi? She loves this shit. You should bring her around more often. I'm sure the others wouldn't mind a turn with her." Hongjoong hums as he rubs his tip up and down your drenched core, taking in every twitch of your hips as he teases you, "And you seem to love watching it. Really, we're doing you a favor if you think about it."

"Fuck. You." Mingi grits out through his clenched jaw, glaring at Hongjoong as if his gaze could make the man explode, but there was no real bite behind his words.

"Oh, he finally speaks!" Hongjoong snickers, running his tongue over his teeth— He keeps his eyes locked onto Mingi's as he starts pushing into you, "Appreciate the offer but maybe another time. I'm a bit busy." He moans the last word as he bottoms out inside of you and you moan with him, arching your back more for him to get deeper.

You're completely oblivious to the words being exchanged between the men as San fucks into your throat with ease and Hongjoong starts to fuck you from behind. The two men build a rhythm quickly, stuffing you full at the same time and then leaving you almost empty before doing it again and again and again. Each thrust in you a zap of pleasure going straight up your spine to your brain. It isn't long before you're drooling all over the couch and your own chest and neck, tears streaming down your face, body almost limp in San and Hongjoong's holds as they take every single bit of your body for themselves in a way that will stick with you forever.

Your eyes are rolled back into your head, gagging and moaning like a mindless toy as Hongjoong's thrusts become bruising, your hips digging into the couch arm, but all you can do is accept his cock bullying its way deep into you and his balls slapping against your clit as he chases his own high. You're not sure how long they've had you like this when San suddenly pulls out of your mouth and slaps his tip to your cheek, knocking some awareness back into you.

"He asked you a question." San croons at you and you blink once, twice, before realizing you clearly missed something, "Aww. Poor slut can't even hear anymore, it seems. Try again, Hongjoong."

A sharp thrust from Hongjoong makes you cry out, but it's more like a croak at this point from how your throat has been used.

"Maybe you'll listen now." Hongjoong grinds deep into you, tip kissing your cervix and driving your overstimulated body into overdrive instead of the numbness that had been setting in.

"Y-Yes! I'll listen! I'll listen!" You nod earnestly, trying to wiggle away from the intensity of his thick cock stuffing you, but Hongjoong just presses down harder and puts his body weight more on you.

"Good, good. I said, you're gonna let me cum in this pretty little pussy, right? It's only fair after how good I've made you feel and how lenient I was with your punishment earlier."

A million feelings burst into your barely working brain at once, too muddled for any to stand out entirely, but on instinct your brain searches for your constant. Your balance. Your person.

Your eyes, still vacant and glassy, move to look at Mingi, unsure how to answer the question you were just asked.

Mingi's heart thumps at that, knowing that even in your delirious state, you look to him to be your guidance when you're deep into a space. It brings a small smile to his face, and adoration floods his eyes as he looks back at you. His sweet girl, his princess, his everything. Despite the insanity of the situation you find yourselves in, Mingi gives the smallest nod, giving you his permission and just like that, you let yourself give in to the desires clawing at your mind.

"Please, please fuck me full of your cum." You plead softly, eyes still locked onto Mingi's and your boyfriend's cock twitches right before your very eyes.

"Aw, how sweet." The faux sugary sweet tone of Hongjoong's voice should break the tenderness of the moment you and Mingi shared, but strangely, it doesn't.

For the first time since the night began, you were able to confirm you were on the same page as Mingi, and that alone breaks all the hesitation and shame in your head. Mingi was okay with this. He didn't hate you for how you broke for his bandmates; if anything, he got off to it. You can't help the dopey smile that makes its way to your face, but then a harsh slap to your ass and Hongjoong resuming his thrusting in you brings you back to the moment.

"I was going to do it regardless, glad you made your peace with it though." Hongjoong says flippantly, "But since you've accepted it..."

The end of his sentence is left unfinished, but you feel what he means by how his hand moves to the back of your neck, and San lets go of your hair so your face can be smushed into the cushion beneath you. The leader's hips start really pounding into you with a ferocity that leaves you borderline screaming into the cushion beneath you. San and Mingi can only watch as Hongjoong completely lets loose with the sole goal of emptying his balls in you as deep as he can. His roughness and complete disregard for you makes your stomach twist and your nerves flare in a way you've never felt before. Another orgasm was building fast, your barely working mind can feel its approach.

It isn't long before his pace starts to falter and his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he feels that telltale tightening in his lower stomach tense to the point of almost snapping.

"Come on, you can cum with me, I know you can." Hongjoong's fingers move to stimulate your clit in fast, desperate circles, pulling your already close orgasm right to the brink.

Your muffled, nonsensical screams get louder, and the feeling of the first rope of cum hitting your abused walls makes your body lock up and cum alongside Hongjoong. Just like he wanted.

He buries himself deep as he can, hissing at how you tighten around him like a vice as your body shakes against his. He leans forward, gently rocking his hips deep in you to help you ride out your orgasm as he peppers kisses up your sweaty neck to your ear.

"Good girl." He whispers the praise before kissing the shell of your ear and pulling back to slowly pull out of you. Together, he and San, who moved to see the damage Hongjoong did to your backside, groan as they watch their mixed cum seep out of your poor hole. Your pussy is all puffy and messy and slick and so inviting. San can't help it when he nudges Hongjoong aside to slip into you with ease and start fucking you just as roughly as the older man had been just a few seconds ago.

The sudden burst of stimulation makes your legs kick and a broken cry leave you, but all that goes right over San's head as the lewd, wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy and his hard thrusts flow into the room in a way that makes his balls ache to release even more cum into you.

You got him all worked up again, so you had to handle it.

Lucky for you, his previous orgasm has made him a bit sensitive, and the constant fluttering of your pussy has him on edge quickly— he's adding to the mess inside of you with a loud moan only a minute later.

Both men, finally completely spent, take a moment to sit on the couch and catch their breath. The room is dead silent aside from the heavy breathing from all four parties. You're not sure how much time has passed before you hear San and Hongjoong get up and start redressing.

You get manhandled yet again until you're lying on the couch on your side. You barely register your arms being cut free from how dead they feel, entirely useless, just like your legs. You can barely think, let alone move. San and Hongjoong both know this and use it to their advantage. You flinch lightly as the switchblade is placed right next to your face. You look up to see that San is the one who put it there. He kneels until he's face-to-face with you, eyes unreadable as he pets your hair.

"You can cut Mingi out once you're able to move again. May take a while but, eh. No rush." San pats your head twice before standing up and heading to the door along with Hongjoong.

"See you at rehearsal tomorrow, Min!" Hongjoong calls over his shoulder cheerily, sparing the man a glance and a wink before exiting into the hall with San and letting the door shut behind him.

The room stays completely silent as you and Mingi listen to their footsteps get farther away, and then completely vanish.

There's an all-encompassing numbness you feel as the seconds tick by and your body finally gets to entirely relax. No more binds, pulling of your hair, hands on your body, nothing. The only real feeling you could lock onto is the cum still seeping out of you and staining the couch beneath you. Your mind feels like the equivalent of an old TV set, nothing but loud white noise fuzzing up any thought that tried to form.

Mingi isn't faring too much better on his end. Still wrapping his mind around tonight's events and trying to decide how he feels about it. It was too much, and he found himself unable to speak from how overwhelmed the rush of emotions make him feel.

The main lights in the building turning back on forcibly shakes both your minds more awake. Eyes squeezing shut in tandem as you get borderline flashbanged by the brightness that had been absent from the room for the last who knows how long. Mingi mutters a curse as he lowers his head to try and lessen how intense the newfound brightness is.

As you're agonizing over the assault of your eyeballs, you hear the sound of footsteps once again appear in the hallway, and both of your gazes turn to the door of the studio. There was only one place those footsteps could be going to. They come to a stop right in front of the studio door, and after a momen,t it swings open. Again, Hongjoong and San enter the room. The former holding a duffel bag, and the latter holding your phone.

The mood in the room makes an entire 180 to how it was when the men originally left. The sinister, menacing energy is replaced with swift moves with intent— Hongjoong is on Mingi just as fast as San is on you.

San helps you sit upright, rapidly rambling apologies over and over as Hongjoong sets the duffel bag on the floor and opens it up to reveal a very extensive aftercare kit. One he prepped himself once he knew about the intensity of the fantasy he had agreed to help fulfill.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough with you during all that, but you said you wanted it rough! Did I go too far? Do you hate me? Please don't hate me." San is still worriedly rambling as he takes a water bottle from Hongjoong and cracks it open to hold to your lips.

You slowly sip it, leaning on San for stability as Hongjoong speaks up.

"She's still pretty under San. Don't overwhelm her, just help her get comfortable." Hongjoong advises as he grabs the switchblade off the couch and walks over to Mingi.

San nods in response, pointing to the wet wipes and blanket in the duffel bag and making a grabby hand motion. Hongjoong tosses them over, and San catches both of them, setting the blanket aside before opening the wipes and beginning to gently clean up your body with them. His touch is feather-light, gentle to a degree you deeply appreciate given how strung out your body is. You close you eyes and completely open yourself to the man cleaning you up, letting San maneuver you however he needs to reach all of your spots that need care.

Mingi looks up at Hongjoong with almost docile eyes, still lightly in a daze himself and Hongjoong smiles warmly at his junior, cutting him free from the binds and immediately taking one of his arms to massage at his wrist. Mingi blushes lightly but lets his captain dote on him as some sense comes back to him and he begins to avoid making eye contact. If that bothers Hongjoong, he doesn't show it as he takes Mingi's other wrist and begins massaging it and checking for marks.

"You didn't safe word, which is good, but how are you feeling? Were the binds too tight? Any numbness?" Hongjoong asks, tone soft but serious as he watches Mingi's face for any tells.

He knows Mingi like the back of his hand. Mingi couldn't hide anything from Hongjoong and he knew that, but part of that was why he asked Hongjoong to help fulfill your Ghostface fantasy. If Mingi himself couldn't speak his mind, his face would and Hongjoong would catch on quickly.

"Little sore, but can't be helped. No numbness. I feel alright. It was intense but I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, if I'm being honest." Mingi admits as the tips of his ears burn and his eyes stay trained on Hongjoong's hands on his wrist.

Hongjoong laughs as he nods, "Good, good. Yeah, I was a bit surprised when I saw how into it you were. I hope you didn't mind that I...it just felt right, you know?"

The handjob had not been discussed beforehand, but both parties clearly enjoyed it, so no harm, no foul. Heat of the moment thing.

"Y-Yeah, don't worry about it, Joong." Mingi reassures him, despite wanting to crawl under the couch and hide for 5 years.

His mind won't stop replaying Hongjoong husking into his ear, how nice his hand felt stroking him, Hongjoong's teeth sinking into his neck and setting off one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had. You also helped with how close you were and the faces and sounds you made while he was being jerked off but still...it shocked him that Hongjoong told him to cum and then he actually did.

"I feel like we should talk about it." Hongjoong suggests gently, trying to catch Mingi's eye but Mingi was having none of it.

"I think I'd rather die than talk about it."

Hongjoong laughs as Mingi somehow turns an even brighter red.

"But how can you discover things about yourself if you don't talk about 'em, Min?"

"Another night. I've already discovered enough about myself tonight, believe me."

Hongjoong laughs harder, his eyes getting small and his smile bright in that endearing way Mingi loves. Mingi blinks in shock when he feels a gentle pat on his head, looking up to see Hongjoong had turned that same smile onto him.

"You did good, Mingi. I want you to know that."

The praise hits Mingi in his chest, and his heart kicks into overdrive. In this moment, he finally understands why you melt under his praise after you two have had a particularly rough fucking session. It felt good being given praise while your mind was still floaty. Like a gentle caress straight to your brain. Sure, he's gotten praise before, but this was different. Normal praise made his chest puff with pride and stroked his ego. This flavor of praise has him actively focusing on not getting hard again.

Mingi doesn't respond to the praise, but Hongjoong knows it's done its job when Mingi gives him a bashful smile and ducks his head in an attempt to hide his tomato red face— all while still leaning into Hongjoong's gentle headpats.

Yeah, this was another day's issue, Mingi decides. Not today.

Meanwhile, on the couch, San finished wiping you down and now has you loosely wrapped in the blanket. His hands are hard at work massaging your arms and making sure you weren't hurting too bad and your circulation hadn't been compromised in how rough you were moved. After some water and time to let your brain turn back on, you felt much more human and could find it in yourself to think a little and even speak despite how exhausted you felt.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm one wrong move away from popping like a bubble?" You ask as you side eye the singer who looked like a wounded puppy with how he pouts and his round eyes flicker between your arms and your face.

"I'm not trying to! I just..." San trails off, looking down at the floor for a moment.

You turn your body to face him slowly, nuzzling into the blanket as you scan San's face for the feelings his words were failing to convey.

Nerves. Shyness. Shame. Guilt.

"Sannie." You call his nickname softly, and he hesitates before locking eyes with you and tracing patterns on your skin, "You did perfect. Okay? I have no complaints. You only did as I asked and I couldn't have asked for more. I don't hate you. I'm thankful for you more than anything."

San's eyes widen, but the warmth in your gaze as you give him a small, tired smile is real and he can tell from the many months of being close with you. He blushes lightly as he looks down and resumes massaging to keep him busy.

"Okay, good. Good. That's what I cared about most. Are you feeling okay? Other than, you know, tired?" San asks, as he uncaps the water bottle and once again puts it to your lips.

You sip a bit more before you reply, "Sore, but that's it. Didn't expect you to be so good at being mean though."

Your teasing makes San go bright red and he clears his throat before standing to go to the duffel bag and grabbing a snack and your change of clothes. He brings it back, face still red as he opens the snack and, without thinking about it, starts feeding it to you. You find it beyond endearing how much he was babying you, and truthfully, you needed it after tonight.

"Well, you wanted mean, so that's what I gave. I give my all for my performances, you know me." San tries to copy your teasing tone, but it falls a bit flat with how embarrassed he was feeling.

You decide to have some mercy and stop teasing the man who was clearly still coming to terms with what transpired tonight. You motion with two fingers for San to come closer, and when he does, you kiss his cheek gently before smiling at him.

"Perfect performance. Ten out of ten. Thank you, San. You really didn't have to do this. I appreciate it."

"You're gonna make him implode at this rate, Y/N." Hongjoong chimes in from behind you and you turn to face him.

"Thank you as well, Hongjoong. You really know how to play a villain. I don't know if my throat will recover." You reply, turning your teasing tone to Hongjoong, wondering if he would crumble under it like the man you were just talking to.

Hongjoong, ever the confident and calm leader, doesn't even bat an eye.

"I'd say sorry, but if I recall you were the one begging for my cock down your throat, so you're welcome." Hongjoong returns your energy perfectly, and you can't help the smile that spreads on your face as you begin laughing.

"Okay, fair."

Your eyes finally flicker over to your boyfriend, who is already watching you with the quiet fondness he always does. You open your arms and reach out for Mingi who is quick to move from his chair and sit next to you— pulling you into his lap to wrap his arms around you and give you a comforting, tight hug. You melt into his hold, all teasing and snarky comments melting from your mind as his comforting scent fills your nose and suddenly the exhaustion hits you hard.

"How's my pretty girl feeling?" Mingi's chest rumbles against your cheek as he speaks and you rub your cheek against it like a cat.

"Tired."

Mingi hums in acknowledgement as he gently unwraps you from the blanket. You whine as the cold air meets your bare skin but Mingi gently comforts you as San grabs your change of clothes and hands it to Mingi who starts to help you redress. The three men come together, working in tandem as they adjust you as they need until the panties, sweatpants, and hoodies are snug in place— all the while showering you in praises that make you feel like a puddle of goo.

Mingi's praises were all possessive and prideful. My sweet girl, my princess, how pretty you looked. Hongjoong's praise was soft, gentle, encouraging. Calling you a good girl when you listen after he asks you to lift your arms. San's praise was attentive and sugar sweet, much like the man himself. Noting if a movement was too stiff and immediately offering to massage that area with a gentle 'sweetheart' tacked onto the end of his question.

Praise from one person was already nice, but from three? All with distinct phrases and ways of praising you? You would be purring like a cat if you could.

"Alright, she's starting to drop again, let's chill on the praises for now." Hongjoong says as he turns to zip up the duffel bag.

You whine at the thought of no longer being doted on and Hongjoong chuckles softly as he puts the bag on his shoulder.

"I know, I know, but I need, like, a business day for my dick to recover. Can't have you dropping again."

"Well, I didn't get to fuck her so technically-" Mingi starts but Hongjoong cuts him off.

"It's almost 2 am and we rehearse tomorrow. We are leaving. Now."

The leader's stern tone and look left no room to argue, so both men currently on the couch stand up and help you stand with them. San slips your phone into your pocket with a playful wink before he walks ahead to fall in step with Hongjoong. Mingi stays with you, taking it slow as you all head to the elevator. He presses a soft kiss to your head before smiling at you.

"How was it, baby? Everything you wanted?"

You think back to the night that just occurred, the multiple orgasms, the creampies, the choking, the chase, all of it. The only feeling that follows is satisfaction so you nod your head.

"Absolutely. Though I was legit scared in the beginning because I didn't think we'd do this scene at the studio. I thought it would be like...at home."

Mingi rubs the back of his neck and chuckles before responding.

"Yeah, me too, but you told us to surprise you. So we talked about where we could really surprise you and Hongjoong came up with this idea. Got the building empty for the night and we were set to go."

"Well, it worked. I was surprised." You confirm with a soft yawn.

Though it was always planned this way, you're a bit sad Mingi never got to actually fuck you tonight.

"Maybe next time you can be a Ghostface." You suggest as you spare Mingi a glance.

He practically lights up at your words, "Please. I'm so heartbroken I didn't get to fuck you."

"At least you got to cum." San chimes in as he holds the elevator door open for you two.

You laugh as Mingi rolls his eyes playfully.

"Not the same!"

You smile softly as San and Mingi begin bickering and Hongjoong, as always, has to get them to reel it in. All the while you lean against your boyfriend, content and happy. Your heart picks up speed at the realization that Mingi didn't say no to a next time. This could happen again.

And you can't wait for the next time you all sit down to negotiate a scene.

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ANYONE WHO LIKES THIS ARE CLEARLY SICK!!!

sending this from my hospital room btw

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“My bias is Hongjoong” close enough, you just wish you were enough for those around you.

“My bias is Seonghwa” close enough, you wish you could love yourself as much as you love others.

“My bias is Yunho” close enough, you wish you were comforted the way you comfort others.

“My bias is Yeosang” close enough, you’re tired of not being noticed.

“My bias is San” close enough, you wish you were viewed as more than just your body.

“My bias is Mingi” close enough, you wish people understood how hard life is for you.

“My bias is Wooyoung” close enough, you’re just tired of being called mean when all you do is give unconditional love.

“My bias is Jongho” close enough, you’re tired of having to do everything for everyone.

[lostheretics]

jokes on everybody cause all of them are my biases

[lostheretics]

everyone gets the freedom to do anything in this world and choi jongho decided to drive me (us) up against the wall today

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ)

[lostheretics]

a day passed and i have not recovered from this

[lostheretics]

everyone gets the freedom to do anything in this world and choi jongho decided to drive me (us) up against the wall today

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  Σ(°△° ꪱꪱꪱ)

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pairing:: seonghwa x reader genre:: angst | au:: non idol | college au | lovers to exes synopsis:: all the secrets that keep me in chains, and all the damage that might make me dangerous. word count:: 2 k warning(s):: emotional neglect, quiet breakup, fem!reader.

It started off small—little things. Things you could shrug off, tell yourself weren’t worth overthinking. He’s just friendly, you'd say. That’s who he is. That warmth, that charm, that easy way he made everyone feel special… it’s what you loved about him. What you fell for.

But love starts to feel a little different when he's constantly rescheduling.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Something came up—can we reschedule?”

“Hey, hun. This session ran late—can we reschedule?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, princess. I totally forgot. Can we reschedule?”

At first, you laughed it off. Because that’s what you do when you love someone—you make space. You make excuses for them. You understand. But understanding turned into waiting. Waiting turned into wondering. And wondering… turned into doubting.

Now you catch yourself staring across the room, watching him lean in too close to her again. Her. The one he told you not to worry about. Over and over again, like if he repeated it enough, it’d become true. Like you were the crazy one for even questioning it.

you try not to be that person—the one who doubts, who checks phones, who reads too far into every smile. But God, it’s hard not to when you can see it so clearly now. The way his eyes soften around her. The way his smile lingers just a second longer.

He doesn’t cancel on her.

He doesn’t forget her.

And maybe that’s what hurts the most. Not the lies. Not the missed dates. But the slow, quiet way he stopped choosing you.

So you started to pull away—not loudly, not all at once. Just little steps backward. Small silences where there used to be laughter. Delayed replies instead of excited ones. You hoped he’d notice. Hoped he’d look up one day and realize you were slipping through his fingers. That maybe—just maybe—he’d reach for you again.

But he didn’t.

And as you stood out in the pouring rain, watching him rush toward her, his jacket already halfway off, an umbrella in his hand—not even seeing you on the other side of the street— your heart sank.

He used to do that for you.

Your shoulders slumped as your tears mixed with the rain, cold and unnoticed. You didn’t call out to him. Didn’t make a scene. You just stood there, soaking, watching the last piece of him walk away with someone else.

And in that moment, you realized: You weren’t losing him.

He was already gone.

You picked at your food, barely tasting it, the fork moving more out of habit than hunger. Seonghwa sat beside you, laughing easily with his friends—like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t falling apart quietly beside him.

His hand rested on your thigh, the same spot it always had. Once, it used to spark something in you. Warmth. Comfort. Reassurance. Now it just felt cold. Foreign. Like a habit he hadn’t broken yet.

You flinched at the sound of her laugh from across the table. That soft, sweet laugh he used to say made his day. You used to think he meant your laugh.

You swallowed hard, the food suddenly like lead in your stomach. Your appetite had long since disappeared—right around the time you started noticing the way he looked at her when he thought you wouldn’t see.

He leaned in to whisper something to you, but his voice sounded distant, muffled behind the noise in your own head. You nodded anyway.

Because what else could you do?

You were still his, technically. But he hadn’t felt like yours in a long time.

“Say, Y/N, how’s the lyric writing going?” Hongjoong asked casually, eyes flicking over to you as he noticed the way you were just picking at your food.

Your head shot up, startled by the attention. Seonghwa glanced over at you too, his brows pinching together.

“Oh—uh… it’s going well, I guess,” you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Writing?” Seonghwa repeated, his voice low with confusion. “I didn’t know you were working on lyrics this year.”

You gave him a tight smile, the kind you’d mastered lately—half-hearted and tired. “Didn’t really come up.”

Hongjoong leaned forward slightly, his tone brightening. “She’s got some real talent. You should hear some of the stuff she’s been working on. Actually—hey, you want to join Mingi and me in the studio tonight? We could really use your input.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Really? I mean—”

“Oh my god, Seonghwa, we have that recording session today with the agent!” Her voice cut through the table like a knife, high-pitched and urgent as she leaned in from across the way.

You stopped mid-sentence. Just like that, swallowed whole by the conversation.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as a wave of congratulations erupted around the table. Everyone turned to Seonghwa, clapping him on the back, offering their praise. Even Hongjoong’s smile faltered, his gaze flicking uneasily between you, Seonghwa, and her.

Seonghwa let out a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks, guys,” he said, his voice tight but polite. “Really appreciate it.”

Then he glanced at you. As if suddenly remembering you were there.

“Thanks, but I promised Y/N I’d take her out to dinner tonight,” he added quickly, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand.

His grip was firm—like he was trying to ground you. Or maybe just anchor himself.

You pulled your hand away almost immediately, voice steady but cool. “It’s fine. An agent is a big deal, Seonghwa. You should go.”

The words hung in the air between you—polite, but edged with something sharper. A quiet refusal disguised as understanding.

He looked down at the table, caught off guard by your sudden distance. For a moment, the confident smile slipped, flickering like a crack in his carefully held facade.

The girl smiled widely across the table, eyes bright with excitement. “Great! This works out perfectly! We can go to the recording, and Y/N can go with Hongjoong and Mingi to their studio.”

You forced a polite smile, but inside, the walls felt like they were closing in. Seonghwa glanced at you, caught somewhere between surprise and resignation—like he hadn’t expected this plan to leave you out.

And just like that, you were the one left behind in the conversation.

Quietly, you slipped away from the table, your presence fading into the background like you were invisible. Tears welled up behind your eyes, but you bit your lip hard to hold them back. Pulling your hoodie over your head, you avoided every pair of eyes you were sure were watching—judging.

Envy and hurt coursed through you like a slow-burning fire. Seonghwa never mentioned the agent. Not once. And you knew how much this meant to him—how it was the dream he’d chased for years. To be picked up. To be an idol. To sing.

That he hadn’t shared it with you made the ache sharper. Like you were standing on the sidelines of his life, watching the one thing he wanted most slip just out of reach… And it wasn’t because he didn’t care. It was because he didn’t choose you to be part of it.

You had little hope that Hongjoong or Mingi would come for you. Seonghwa was long gone—no whispered “I love you” left on his lips as he was pulled away by the girl.

You didn’t even bother waiting. Already, you were walking away, head down, pulling your hoodie tighter as you made your way toward your dorm— away from the noise, the laughter, and the space where you no longer felt like you belonged.

That was until you felt a tug on your arm.

You turned to see Mingi standing there, eyes searching yours with concern. Hongjoong stood just behind him, his expression warm but curious.

“Where are you going?” Mingi asked softly. “Didn’t you want to join us at the studio?”

Their presence was unexpected, like a small crack of light in the darkness that had settled around you.

You were speechless, caught off guard, and Hongjoong couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips.

“Did you think we were going to stand you up?” he asked, teasing but kind.

You knew he meant well, but the words still hit a raw nerve.

“I’m used to it,” you said a little too quickly—too sharply.

You saw the two boys recoil, their smiles faltering as they registered the weight behind your words.

“Shit, Y/N—I did—” Mingi started, his voice catching with regret.

“It’s okay,” you interrupted softly, forcing a small, genuine smile. “I’d love to join you guys in the studio.”

-

Hongjoong was flipping through your lyrics book while you and Mingi played around with some beats, switching back and forth on what to change and add.

“These are so… sad but good, Y/N,” Hongjoong said softly, handing the book back to you.

You nodded, offering a small, grateful smile—one he didn’t miss.

He picked up the microphone and held it out toward you.

“I think I have a good melody for the latest one. Want to give it a go?”

You hesitated for a moment, fingers curling protectively around your lyrics book. “Actually… do you have an acoustic guitar?” you asked, your voice quiet but steady.

Hongjoong’s eyes softened as he nodded, signaling Mingi without a word. Mingi gave you a small grin and disappeared into the back, already knowing exactly which one to grab.

Your heart was pounding, nerves coiling tightly in your chest. But maybe—just maybe—this was what you needed. Not the perfect take. Not the spotlight. Just a chance to be heard.

You were at the celebration party.

Seonghwa had been picked up just weeks after that recording session—the same week your own track with Hongjoong and Mingi had started gaining quiet attention online. Everyone was buzzing, drinks were flowing, and laughter echoed off the walls.

You stood near the edge of the room, red cup in hand, letting the bitter tang of whatever was inside ground you.

Across the space, you saw her. Nestled comfortably by Seonghwa’s side like she belonged there—like she’d always belonged there. Her hand rested casually on his arm, her smile radiant, and he… he didn’t seem to mind.

He looked good—confident, glowing under the soft lights, the kind of shine that came from dreams finally within reach.

You hesitated for a second, then walked up to him, fingers gently tugging at the edge of his sleeve.

He turned almost instantly, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. And for a brief second, it felt like the world quieted—like the music, the voices, the lights all faded into the background. He leaned down instinctively, close enough that his lips brushed yours in a near-miss. Familiar. Automatic.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the bass pulsing behind you.

His smile faltered—just a little. Subtle, but enough for you to see it.

He laced his fingers with yours, and for a second, it felt like maybe he would choose you. Maybe he still could.

But before he could say anything, she was tugging him back.

Her smile twitched when her eyes dropped to your joined hands. “We have to get a group picture!” she said brightly, though her voice was a little too sharp around the edges.

“Just give me a minute, I’ll be—” he started, glancing between you and her.

“Come on, it’s just a picture, Hwa,” she cut in, tugging him again, her fingers curling tighter around his arm.

And just like that… you felt him slipping again.

But instead of letting go, Seonghwa pulled you with him, his hand settling on your waist as everyone began to position themselves for the photo.

You stood still, frozen in place, eyes glazed as you stared somewhere just past the camera. You didn’t smile. Couldn’t.

You didn’t even see it happen—only felt it.

The absence.

Her hand cupping Seonghwa’s face. The soft laughter. And then the kiss.

His hand… slipping away from your waist.

You pulled back instinctively, stumbling a little as the space you once occupied was filled without hesitation. No one stopped you. No one reached for you.

But a few eyes lingered—some filled with concern, others with pity.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t make a scene. You just offered a small, sad smile to the ones who noticed. The kind of smile that said I’m fine, even though everything inside you was splintering.

And then, without a word, you turned and reached for your coat.

Because if he couldn’t hold on to you… you’d learn how to let go.

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[lostheretics]

another episode of ‘WHAT IF THIS WAS MY 13th REASON’ typa angst 😭

[stxrrywoo]

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY ── j.yh

synopsis ; during a night out with yunho and your friends you're hit on relentelessly and yunho finally had enough before he was dragging you home. there yunho was determined to prove that he was the only man you'd ever need.

pairing(s) ; bsf!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, friends to lovers ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, arguing, kissing, dom!yunho x sub!reader, petnames (baby, doll...), possessive behavior, jealousy, unprotected sex, teasing, biting/marking, breast play, rough sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, big dick!yunho, yunho is a bit of a meanie, choking, manhandling, creampie, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; another fic at besties request 🙂‍↕️ this is from yunho's crazy ass song lyrics and man lemme tell you... that man is insane.

Yunho barely pulled you into the apartment when you yanked your arm out of his grasp and stepped away to get some distance. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you watched him shut and lock the door.

“Are you finally gonna tell me why you brought me back?” You started, annoyance simmering in your gut, “Or are you gonna continue to keep your mouth tied shut?” 

Yunho whirls around, a fire burning in his chocolate orbs, “You act like I don’t have eyes y/n.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You scoffed, hands balling into fists at your sides.

He laughs darkly, causing your stomach to flip, “You're flirting with all those guys, even letting a few close enough to touch you. Are you really that dense?”

“Are you fucking serious, Yunho? I was having a conversation like a normal human being.” You hissed, glaring at him, “Plus, why the fuck does it matter to you? Am I just not allowed to exist around men anymore?”

Yunho doesn’t utter a word as he takes slow steps toward you, backing you up against the wall. Your breath hitches as he leans down until his nose is just a hair away from yours. His eyes bore into you with a fire that you’ve never seen before, causing your heart to lurch.

“Why bother with other men when you have me?” His voice was low as he stared at you, your heart beating rapidly under your ribs, “do I just not exist when other men are around?”

You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You just stare at him, lips parted softly, but not a sound leaves. The jealousy simmering in his gut was threatening to break the rest of his willpower. He has tried so hard to keep himself restrained because he didn’t want to screw up this friendship, but right now? Right now, he could give two damns about not ruining the friendship.

“Yunho.” You breathed out, fingers trembling at your sides. You felt small under his intense gaze, yet it made you feel as though you were on fire.

Then his hand was around your neck, not enough to cut off your oxygen supply but enough to have your mind go fuzzy. His lips were just a breath away from yours, suspense hanging in the air before they came crashing down on yours. 

It wasn’t gentle. It definitely wasn’t sweet. It was bruising, possessive almost. His free hand fell to your hip, pulling your body flush against his as his knee pushed between your thighs. A choked gasp falls from your lips when he presses against your clothed core.

“You drive me fucking insane.” He growls, lips moving from yours down your jaw, nipping at the skin, “acting so sweet with all those guys, but I know you.”

You let out a pathetic whine as he bit down on your earlobe, mind slowly slipping away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Then his lips were on yours again, hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you off of the wall. He backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling away long enough to tear it off his body, revealing his toned torso to you. His skin was burning under your fingertips, muscles rippling as he bent down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the arm as if you weighed nothing. Then his lips were back on yours, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

“Yunho…” You breathed out when his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before he bit down, marking you.

“I could be gentle,” He gripped your hips tightly, sure to leave bruises the next morning, “but we both know you ain’t what you like.”

Your nails dug into his bare shoulders as he pulled the strap of your dress down, searing kisses following his touch. He kisses the top of your breast before tugging the front of your dress down. Goosebumps litter your skin as you take in his dark gaze, heart beating erratically when he licked his lips as if he were about to devour you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, fuck.” He groaned, bending down to latch his lips onto the soft fat of your breast. Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from falling back.

His hands fall to your hips once more, grinding you against him, causing your body to shudder, and a choked gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his thick bulge against your thinly covered core has you gushing, sure that your panties are soaked by now.

“Yunho–” You were cut off by a whimper when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, shockwaves of pleasure rippling throughout your body.

He smirks against your skin, “Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good?” 

“Y-You.” You choked out as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing right against your clothed heat.

“Me. Only me, not those other assholes.” He grows out, pulling away just enough to watch your face contort in pleasure when he presses firmly against your clit. Moving your underwear to this side, he split your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers, a deep groan reverberating from his throat. “God, you’re so wet.”

You tried to speak, but the words died on your tongue when he pressed two fingers into you. Stars danced across your vision when he brushed over that spongy spot deep in your walls. You held onto his arm for dear life as his thumb pressed tight circles on your clit, broken moans falling from your parted lips.

“Look at you, doll. I’m just using my fingers, and you’re already falling apart.” He chuckled, your head falling against his chest, “Just imagine how you’ll feel when you’ve got my cock in your sweet pussy.”

Your walls tightened around his fingers due to his words, and that only caused the male to smirk, speeding his fingers up to coax your climax closer. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, your body trembling in his arms as your high crept up on you.

“Yunho–fuck, I’m close.” You cried out, fingers tightening around his arm, the coil in your gut ready to snap at any moment.

“Mhh, cum for me baby. Make a mess on my fingers.” He cooed, leaning down next to your ear, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth.

With a few more strokes of his fingers, you were coming undone, a loud moan ripping from your lungs. White spots clouded your vision as he continued to fuck his fingers into your sapssingcunt. He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pulling his fingers from your tight walls.

He didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he pulled you off the arm of the couch, letting your body crash into his. The world around you spun as he turned you around, pushing you against the sofa. You called out his name, but he didn’t answer, only bending you over the arm, his hand pressed flatly against the small of your back.

“Yunho.” You whined, looking back at him, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, hunger burning in his irises.

“Shut up,” He growled, pulling the end of your dress up until it was bunched over your hips, your pretty lace panties on full display. He wrapped his fingers around your waistband, pulling before letting it snap back against your skin, causing you to whimper. “We’re you planning on letting one of them fuck you?”

“N-No.” You choked out, tears dripping from your lashes from the overwhelming need to have him do something.

“Liar.” His tone was mean, fingers grabbing at your underwear once again, but this time, a loud rip filled the room. Then you heard the sound of a zipper, and excitement bubbled in the pit of your gut. “After tonight, you won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Your breath hitched when you felt him teasing your entrance, then bumping into your clit. He continued to tease you until you were trembling, begging him to do something. Then he was pushing into you, his grip on your hips tight to keep you from squirming. 

“Y-Yun–” You were cut off by a moan when he pressed further, stretching you even more. Your ears were ringing from the pain and pleasure, fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushions,

“C’mon baby, you can take it.” He told you, his tone almost condescending, and you let your head hang with a mixture of moans and whines. When he finally bottomed out, you were gasping for air. It was too much but not enough all at once, and he was reaching spots no one else ever had before, and the feeling was turning your mind into mush.

He gave you just enough time to adjust before he was pulling out slowly, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure through your body. Then, once just the tip was left, he slammed back in, causing you to let out a choked gasp, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

His pace was relentless, rough, and mean. Not giving you even an inch to breathe, and you had no other choice but to lie there and take it. He had your hips pinned to the couch, using them as leverage to fuck into you.

All that left your lips were incoherent babbles and moans of his name, your body feeling as if it were set on fire. Yunho smirked, watching as he fucked you stupid, a weird sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest.

 Then he repositioned his hips.

“Yunho!” You cried out as you suddenly came, walls contracting around him, and your mouth hung open.

“Shit.” Yunho cursed, his grip tight, sure to leave bruises as he fucked you through your high but never letting up on his pace.

Once you came down from your high, you could feel the overstimulation settling in your bones. Your eyes squeezed shut, pushing more tears out, and broken moans fell from your parted lips.

“Y-Yun–fuck! ‘S too much.” You cried out, hand flying back to grab his wrist, but he just grabbed it before pinning it to your hip. He let his other hand trail up to your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest as he bent over you. The new position had you crying out; he was pushing even deeper.

“It’s not. Take it like a good girl, you can do that, can’t you?” He cooed into your ear, fingers tightening around your neck, and your eyes rolled. You clenched around him, nodding as much as you could before you let out another broken moan.

Your mouth hung open, tears dripping from your nose as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened to unimaginable levels, ready to snap at any moment. Yunho pressed hot kisses on the back of your shoulder, watching in sick amusement as your mind drifted away from you.

“Y-Yun…” You croaked, legs shaking as your high crept up on you at an insane speed.

Noticing Yunho whispered in your ear, “cum with me, doll, let me feel you.”

That was the final straw, your eyes rolling with a choked moan as you came around his cock, and he bit down on your shoulder as he painted your gummy walls white with his seed. He continued to fuck his cum back into you until you were begging him to stop.

Coming to a stop, he laid over you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. When you finally came to, he was already looking at you, a smug smile on his lips, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You told him, your voice hoarse, and he just leaned over, pressing a firm kiss on your cheek.

“You love it.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone before adding on, “You don’t need them y/n you have me.”

You looked at him, searching his chocolate orbs for any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any. Noticing that confusion was knitted in your brows, he let a smirk spread on his lips before rolling his hips slowly. A gasp fell from your lips; you hadn’t even noticed that he was hard again.

“I can just fuck you until you believe me.” He teased, fingers trailing along the plains of your body, his hips still slowly rocking against yours.

And he did just that.

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[velvetdolor]

𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅. | 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒾 𝒮𝒶𝓃

genres: drabble, best friends to lovers to idiots, fluff, mutual pining, comedy.

pairings: best friend! san x best friend! reader

wc:1k (unedited)

—synopsis: choi san’s been smitten since he’s first laid eyes on you playing in the sandbox; in other words—he’s loved you for as long as he can remember. all is well until you find the resolve to try and move on from the feelings he doesn’t know you have, and he’s faced with a choice: lose the girl of his dreams forever or finally step up and end the friendship.

warnings: san’s a little bit (very) obsessed. something sweet.

San’s foot taps anxiously against the floor as he waits in the cafe for you. A sudden message startled him awake despite it’s simplicity

“You wouldn’t believe who just asked me out.”

It was casual, appalled—interested.

Since when did you care about boys? You hated them for as long as he could remember and now you’re suddenly not vomiting at the thought of letting one take you out on a date again? After all of the guys you allowed to try and hated? He could practically hear the strange interest in his head as the words he read in your voice echoed. He was queasy.

Why did he wait so long to get a chance then? It’s not that he played the long game with only the intention of sticking around until you were ready. Maybe even hoping he could ease his way in after a sudden realization dawns on you that it’s been actually been him all along and you coincidentally spend the rest of your lives together—you know, the usual. Nothing big.

It wasn’t hard to love you—not when you were an extension of one another and the definition of two peas in a pod. It seemed like everyone knew he was in love with you except you.

He plops his foot down, man spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees to ponder. Gazing at the entrance of the cafe with a newfound determination burning in his sharp eyes. An old woman flinches after catching sight of him—frightened by the murderous, dark energy he emitted.

There’s no way in hell he’s gonna get beaten by some newbie.

It’s been a long journey to keep you single, and deliciously isolated—always within his reach. San played the loving best friend to perfection, squeezing a guys hand just a bit too tightly whenever you introduced a new boyfriend, all while wearing that bright, harmless smile. He asserted quiet dominance in the subtlest ways: an arm slugged around your shoulders, a thumb brushing food from your lips, laughter drawn from you deeper and easier than anyone else could manage. And always, that knowing smile—because the poor guy would be gone by morning, and somehow, you never saw it coming. San would wake up refreshed without another worry until the next unlucky dude showed up. Nonetheless, he’s always come out victorious.

You’ve never liked boys all that much but you tried dating them. After being broken up with so much, you were tired out—never fully emotionally present to begin with; cringing whenever you had to get used to holding their hands, and squeezing your eyes shut as they leaned in to kiss you for the first time. It was hard to interest you and apparently it was hard for you to keep someone around long enough to even try and fall in love.

Loving San was as easy as breathing— it was an everyday thing, really. Your attempts at dating other people to try and get over your unrequited love only made it worse; always ending the night in San’s arms, comfortably cuddled up and watching all of your favorite comfort movies he knows by heart. Half of your closet were clothes that weren’t yours, stolen hoodies you dreaded washing because you wanted to keep his scent around you, at the very least.

And so you did as others would: try your best to find the equivalent or forget about the love entirely. You weren’t even sure if San was even remotely interested in women and you wondered at times if he hid a secret relationship with Wooyoung from you until he was ready to come out.

Breathing in, you stop in front of the cafe door, rubbing your hands on the rough material of your jeans anxiously.

You know the routine by heart. Smile, tell San about the hotshot musician who messaged you after running into him at a local show, and talk about how you’re already smitten with him to manifest actually loving him someday if anything could come out of it.

Pushing the door open, a small chime alerts San as you breezed in, practically bubbling with excitement.

Oh god, you’re smiling.

Another man actually made you this happy.

Fuck no.

“…hey sweetie.” San’s iconic half moon smile makes your heart throb, and you don’t catch how he pushes the words out with gritted teeth, a small vein protruding from his forehead.

You side hug him, grinning when he kisses the side of your face. You’ll take the crumbs as they come.

Sliding into the booth, you turn to order your usual but San interrupts—knowing it by heart, confidently smoothing out even the strange specifics.

You lean towards him and squeeze your palms together

“So—you remember Yunho, right? The guy who used to walk around campus with a guitar? I happened to run into him by coincidence at the usual bar, and well, he’s kind of making it big. He gave me a ticket to go see his show, backstage and everything. I got a message last night and I think he wants to take me out after it.” You’re jittery, lashes fluttering—the whole nine yards.

And it’s a fucking HIPPIE, this time. A ballsy one at that.

He swore internally, remembering Yunho quite well, actually. Specifically how he tried to chase him off after he asked a couple of mutuals about you, and he lied to him about you being a lesbian. The dude couldn’t take a hint and said it was all speculation anyway—a total puppy who couldn’t feel even a crumb of the pure maliciousness exuding from San during the brief conversation.

You feel like vomiting. The amount of bullshit falling from your lips makes you queasy. San’s tense shoulders go over your head completely, and you don’t even register what words are actually falling from your lips.

San’s eyes are spinning. The girl of his dreams is ranting about some frustratingly tall dude (with a sickeningly pretty face) who sings about world peace with a guitar in desperate need of getting tuned.

Before he could even register the words falling from his lips, he bubbles out, absolutely exhausted from the decades of chasing your shadow

“I’ve loved you since the day I was born.”

He almost shit himself. There’s no fucking way he just said that.

Your heart sky rockets, eyes blinking owlishly at him, appalled.

“Huh?” You jump, leaning forward with wonder.

“Huh?” He replies, leaning back in disbelief.

There’s a couple of beats that follow before he corrects himself.

“Since the sandbox actually. But that’s like, the equivalent of the beginning of my life since I don’t remember anything before that, yanno.” He avoids your eyes, stuttering the words out gruffly.

You almost feel like you’ve reached peak enlightenment, floating above your physical body after achieving the greatest feat. of your life, before it crashes down.

“I thought you were gay.” You slap a hand over your mouth, astounded that your filter completely escaped you.

San’s head whips towards you, finally meeting your eyes with a shriek

“You thought I was GAY????”

“W-well, you know, you and Wooyoung are awfully…close.” You try to defend your statement, recalling the hands on his hips and the nights you spent thinking about San possibly bottoming.

It wasn’t a bad visage.

“No— you idiot. I’ve been in love with you this entire time, for my entire life!” He’s panting the words out, shooting up from his seat before he goes red from head to toe at the appalled and nosy onlookers of the cafe. When he meets their eyes, they clear their throats before turning away, still straining to hear the rest of the conversation with clear interest.

“And I’ll be damned before I lose you to some, one-hit wonder hippie.” You gasp at his words.

“That’s so mean????” Your jaw drops, distracted by the content of his words, momentarily forgetting the ground shaking confession.

“I don’t give a single fuck if it’s mean! Do you know how many dudes I’ve chased off in my life? How evil I’ve had to be to try and clear the path so that you’d have no choice but to marry me, and have beautiful babies who look like a perfect mixture of us?” He’s babbling, letting out the unfiltered thoughts that have haunted him for years.

Your hand grabs his, pausing him from his rambling with a soft smile on your face, completely ignoring the red flags that waved valiantly in your face. It’s all a green light from here.

“I love you.” He settles down, melting back into his seat. Puppy eyed, a little evil— perfect. San wants to send a barrage of questions but opts to sit in this moment, knowing there’s only truth in your eyes.

“Let’s end the friendship?” You lean forward, clutching his hand, smiling at your best friend.

“Who says the friendship has to end? You won’t need a new best friend if you have me, and I’ll be the only guy you need around.” He huffs, before standing up.

You hold hands on your way out, red, shy—both looking to the opposite direction with a smile on your face.

Authors note: I wrote this in like ten minutes. Needed to push out something sweet from my drafts after writing Cherub’s Waltz. LMAOOO

[lostheretics]

this is so cute like 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[memeuplift]

[songmingisthighs]

Birthday Baby Wish

group : ateez

pairing : dad!yeosang × mom!reader

genre : smut

wc : 2.9 k

warning : mature, mdni, explicit sex; impregnation kink, piv sex (obvi), unrpotected sex (obvi), dirty talk, slight asphyxiation ? (not choking but the position makes it hard to breathe), nasty shit idk (not baby poop just... the process of making a baby), yeosang wants another baby

a/n : i'm finally doing another special birthday post for a member and y'all can blame not only my cycle but also kang yeosang for existing because how fucking dare he

buy me coffee ?

Yeosang's birthday party ended rather spectacularly, and following the group's hangout tradition, Yeosang foiled Wooyoung's kidnapping attempt, and he had to resort to wrestling him for his daughter. Wooyoung really did take advantage of Yeosang being preoccupied as he actually managed to get to the elevator before Yeosang realized.

After everyone left, you immediately started cleaning up while Yeosang spent a much needed time with his daughter.

Yeonhee's eyes were fluttering close, and Yeosang was just standing there, cradling his baby while looking at her in awe. She was already seventeen months old at that point, but Yeosang still couldn't believe that she was there with him. Since the moment she was born, Yeosang tried his best to spend every single moment with her. Even when you both were implementing the family bed, Yeosang would sometimes find himself spending at least an hour just staring at Yeonhee, comparing her features to yours and also with him, wondering who she'd look like more when sh'e older. So when you both agreed that it was time for Yeonhee to start sleeping in her own room, Yeosang immediately volunteered to be the one to tuck her in every night. That way, he would be able to admire her as much as he wanted. How could he not? He would watch the way she held onto his fingers with her more stubby ones, the way she was breathing oh-so-calmly in his arms, feelings built up and overpowered Yeosang, and it felt like he was going to explode. Realizing that if he stayed any longer he might do something to wake her up, he carefully placed Yeonhee in her crib, giving her one last kiss before quietly leaving.

He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing away the last of the dirty dishes, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from the back.

"God, Yeosang! You scared me!" you lightly scolded, smacking the arm around your waist with your soapy hand, "Did you put the little princess to bed?" At the mention of his princess, Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder and let out a squeak, "Unfortunately, I did," he sighed. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately? Baby, she needs her rest, did you not see how she was playing with Wooyoung? Had she stayed up any longer she'd be super cranky and we'd be dealing with her tantrum all night," you pointed out. Yeosang lifted his head and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Well, can you blame her for being excited? Wooyoung matches her energy because he's practically a toddler with a job, so of course, she'd be happy to have a playmate," he stated.

You couldn't help but purse your lips slightly, quietly agreeing to his point that your daughter does seem like she could benefit from having a steady playmate. But you said and did nothing other than putting the last of the dishes up on the drying rack and taking your gloves off.

"So I was thinking," Yeosang started, clearing his throat slightly while playing with the fabric of your apron, "You know... Since it's my birthday a-and usually we do... Things, things I want on my birthday... So..." You knew where this was going, and frankly, you were at the point of waiting for Yeosang to communicate his desire to you. You've seen the way Yeosang look at his daughter, and you've seen the long look he sported when he saw a big family walking by. You both had a deal of having two kids or three max, after talking him down from his insane baseball team-sized family, courtesy of Yunho. Though an understanding was established, you two were waiting for the perfect time. At least, that's what Yeosang was doing; you were just waiting for him to assert himself. Knowing Yeosang, he needed the push to make what he wanted known. Still, you think you deserve some fun watching him squirm to get his point across.

"So... What?" you asked nonchalantly, but a faint smirk made itself present on your face. Yeosang groaned and turned your body around, "I think we're ready for another baby," he said confidently, though a slight blush was present on his cheeks. "Really? So that's your birthday sex wish? To knock me up again?" You were taunting him slightly, but you had to admit, even the mere words made you clench. That and also the thought of how different Yeosang become when baby making is involved. You didn't know what exactly it was, but Yeosang practically became a different man; more pointed, more confident, more cocky.

Yeosang sharply exhaled from his nose, making it known that he, too was affected by your words. His hands skimmed up your body and rested on your waist, firmly holding with his big, strong grip that made your breath hitch. "My birthday wish, dear wife, is for us to have sex all night long until there is no doubt that you're pregnant," he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your cheek, "And we're starting now."

A squeal left your lips when Yeosang suddenly hauled you over his shoulder, and it was at that moment you understood, admired, and fully supported his dedication in the gym because he managed to make carrying another human your size very effortless.

Yeosang dropped you on your shared bed and immediately caged you under him. He hovered above you for a while, scanning your figure with hunger in his eyes, a purpose, a goal. Soon, he leaned down and started kissing you from your forehead, down to your cheek, the corner of your lips, your collarbone, and then stopping at your stomach. He inhaled deeply as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up, causing you to shudder when you felt his lips start nipping at your exposed skin. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are when you're pregnant?" he muttered against your skin. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran a hand through his soft, silky hair, "Are you saying I'm not breathtaking when I'm not pregnant?" Teasing him further, you pulled up your knees so your feet were planted on the bed, trapping Yeosang's figure between your legs. Your skirt rode up, and it immediately caught Yeosang's eyes, which followed the way the flowy end pools at your hip, allowing him to peek into your red lacy underwear. "Not even when I'm like this?" you faked pouted at him. Yeosang's breathing immediately stuttered, and his face became even redder. You had been together for years already, so it was kind of embarrassing how he still blushed like a virgin seeing you in such a position.

Reacting to your taunts, Yeosang moved his hands into your underwear through the seams at the apex of your thighs. His thumbs immediately found purchase to your clit as they began gently massaging it while the other poked into your opening just a bit lower. Your eyes closed at the sensation but your mind was only completely disabled when Yeosang started sucking marks into the soft skin of your stomach. With each movement of his hand, you felt yourself getting wetter and the more Yeosang worked on you, the more pliant you became, moving your hips along with his movements.

"Honey, you always look breathtaking to me, but when you have my baby inside you?" you yelped when he suddenly took your skin between his teeth, "It was a miracle that we were able to get out of bed every morning," he smirked. "F-fuck, I know what you mean," you moaned when Yeosang pressed harder into your clit. "Do you know what I missed most about your pregnancy?" Yeosang asked as he slowly crawled up your body. You couldn't even answer him verbally as you were so clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to shake your head. "I miss how extremely horny you are, you get so wet and it just drives me crazy," Yeosang moaned as the thumb that was at your entrance turned into two fingers slipping inside. "F-fuck!" you gasped when he started pumping into you sloppily, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips which made your underwear stick to you. "Not to mention you were always trying to jump my bones, and who was I to deny the mother of my child?" Yeosang chuckled as he pulled himself away from you, causing you to whine and whimper, "It's amazing how much I would give you after you gave me Yeonhee. Now imagine how even worse I'll be when you give me another baby."

Without wasting time, Yeosang immediately pulled himself out of his jeans. You took a peek and you realized how hard he had been while teasing you. The tip of his cock was red and leaking pre-cum, and the slight breeze from the AC caused it to twitch as if uncomfortable waiting any longer. You were about to take your clothes off when Yeosang stopped you, "No time, baby, I need to impregnate you right now." Then all of a sudden he pushed your thighs to your chest and aligned his tip right at your entrance. "Are you ready?" for a moment his cockiness slipped and the usual caring Yeosang came back, wanting to be sure that you were okay before he could proceed. You smiled and nodded before you took hold of your thighs, opening yourself for him, "Yeah, I am."

In a split second, Yeosang's eyes darkened, and he thrust himself inside you in one swift move. The fullness made your eyes roll and your back arch, but you didn't even get to enjoy the feeling because Yeosang was already shallowly thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first but he was making sure that his hips slapped your bottom every single time.

"Fuck! I'll never get tired of this pussy," he groaned, licking his bottom lip while smacking you once in the ass. You yelped on impact, but rather than feeling pain, you simply clenched, forcing more arousal to leak out of you. "You better not, since we'll be having even more sex during this pregnancy," you huffed. Yeosang's cock practically twitched inside you at the mention or maybe even affirmation that after this you will definitely get pregnant. "Fuck, can't just say something like that so casually to me, baby," suddenly he pulled your hips up and slid a pillow under, giving you a new angle, "I might not hold back," he smirked before dropping down to rest his elbows on the sides of your head. The new position locked you in place what with having the back of your thighs on Yeosang's chest and your knees now resting over his shoulders. "Do you not want me to hold back?" Yeosang asked as he thrust in again. This time, you felt him so deeply thanks to your elevated hips. You moaned loudly at the feeling, and Yeosang took it as a sign to move again.

Setting a new pace, Yeosang thrusted into you with power and precision. You could feel the veins of his cock scratching against your gummy walls, sending shivers up your spine which caused you to tangle your hands into his hair. "Fuck, Yeosang!" you whined, a bit louder than you wanted to which worried you because your daughter was sleeping in the room just down the hall and there you were screaming like a whore. "Shh, shh, baby, you don't wanna wake Yeonhee up, do you?" Yeosang smirked, teasing the absolute hell out of you because he knew exactly how loud you could be. You couldn't even answer him clearly, so in an effort to minimize the chances of your baby waking up, you smashed your lips with Yeosang. The position and Yeosang's mouth on you took away your breath, literally. You were starting to get lightheaded in the best way. It felt as if you were in a different space that only had you and Yeosang in it. Everything, including all your senses, was filled with Yeosang, and it was electrifying. There was a battle for dominance in the kiss, which was futile because you knew very well that Yeosang was pulling all the shots as the person in the more advantageous position. It was the thought that counted and Yesoang played along, as if he wasn't putting you in your place.

The more Yeosang thrust, the more you could feel him inside you, to the point that you felt like his tip was kissing your cervix, opening you up more to prepare you for what's to come.

You pulled away from the kiss slightly and whimpered, "F-fuck, Yeosang, I'm so close!" "Yeah? That's good baby, cum first, you need to cum first so can you touch yourself for me?"

With slight struggle, you managed your hand down to rub at your clit sloppily. "That's it mommy, show daddy how bad you want to get knocked up," Yeosang grunted shakily, clearly incredibly turned on, "You can't wait to get filled up by your husband, do you? I'm sorry honey, I should be doing better as a husband and fill you up with my cum every night," "Y-yes, fuck!" You gasped, "I should always be f-filled with your c-cum," you whimpered, edging yourself closer and closer to the end. "Okay baby, okay, you better cum soon then so I can fill up your little cunt," Yeosang smirked, pushing his body off of you slightly so he could watch the way he was fucking you just right while you chase after your high. To aid you, Yeosang slipped his right hand under your shirt and into your bra, groping at your tits harshly, tweaking at your perky nipple. "Come on baby, cum for me, cum for me quick," he breathed, starting to feel his own climax coming. The pleasure from his hand on your chest shot straight to your pussy and your body convulsed; your jaw slacked, your legs tensed to the point of almost cramping, your toes curled, and your back arched high. Yeosang only slowed his movements down, allowing you to come back down from your high without losing his momentum.

"T-that was..." You drawled as your senses returned. Your legs felt like jelly and they slid off Yeosang's shoulders due to the lack of strength. "I know, I saw you climax," Yeosang smirked before he positioned your legs again, this time simply spreading them open as he picked up his pace. "But now is my turn."

Overstimulation started building inside you the more Yeosang chased his high. He was so close and your slick was aiding in him reaching deep into your womb. You felt yourself opening up to him and you almost screamed so you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Seeing all of this, Yeosang smirked as he panted, "Hold on, okay, baby? Just a bit longer and you'll be stuffed. Just a bit longer and you'll get my cum," he grinned. You used your free hand to grip his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as if telling him that it was too much, that you were overstimulated to the point that it started hurting. "No, no, no, you can take it, even your body knew you can," he saw how your hips were still meeting his own despite your brain telling you that you had enough and it was making his mouth water.

"P-please," you managed to whine despite your mouth being covered. Yeosang's movements became more erratic, and his breath became uneven, telltale signs that he was on the verge of coming undone, and you saw how his body was starting to twitch. Seeing him like that stirred something in you, and your hand suddenly moved on its own, from his shoulder to the back of his head. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you tugged it back once. It was as if that one simple action was a lever because the moment Yeosang threw his head back, his hip completely stilled, his cock twitched inside you, and the dam was released. Ropes of white painted your pulsing walls and your eyes, and his rolled back from ecstasy.

Yeosang's body slumped forward on top of yours, strength left him completely at that moment but his hips still twitched as your walls that rubbed on his cock overstimulated him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"You did so well, baby," he hummed, pecking you gently on your lips, making you giggle. "That's so vanilla of you to say after you fold me in half and hammer into me like a possessed jackhammer," you teased and he blushed, embarrassed with the way you phrased things, so he buried his face into your shoulder.

It took you about fifteen minutes to regain all your senses back and the first thing you thought of doing was to clean yourself a little. Just as you tried to push Yeosang off of you, Yeosang grunted and pushed his body up slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I need to clean myself, Yeosangie," you smiled and tried moving again, but were stopped when Yeosang pushed you back into the bed whilst simultaneously sitting up on his knees, which took you by surprise. "You think we're done?" he smiled angelically, but when he suddenly peeled his shirt off, you sensed that he was far from done. "We're just getting started, baby. I mean, I think I mentioned something about fucking all night long until we're sure you're pregnant."

A gasp escaped you when you felt Yeosang slowly dragging himself out before pushing himself back in as equally slow.

"You better get comfortable in this position, baby, since this position might increase the chance of getting pregnant."

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[bontentrio]

do you think ghosts enjoyed it?

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

wooyoung + afab!reader

tw: smut (fingering + riding + unprotected sex + cum eating + slight voyeurism + lmk if anything else)

summary: hide and seek at a haunted hospital, but you get a little too scared so wooyoung has to think of a quick way to distract you.

a/n: first and *probably* last time i’m writing smut, i wanted to challenge myself and ended up hating it lol but i worked too hard on it to keep it drafted. KEEP IN MIND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! also minors please do NOT interact with this post.

“it’s not too late to leave” you muttered, squeezing wooyoung’s arm as if it was a stress ball. “in fact i think it would be very smart to leave”

wooyoung giggled nervously, squeezing your arm right back. “it’s just a haunted hospital baby, we have to hide long enough and avoid everyone until we reach the back door to the garden”

“woo you are literally shaking” you said as a matter of fact. the scene was rather comical, you both were holding each other, taking one step at a time and shaking from head to toe. “plus if you think about it, losing the game is not that bad when you consider us dying by the hands of a crazy sadistic surgeon ghost”

“first, according to jongho, only patients and maybe some nurses died here. no crazy surgeons. secondly, it’s not about the game itself, it’s about our pride baby! i’m not going to lose my pride over this, and neither will you” wooyound replied, scanning the area to his left.

it all started when yunho suggested to do something fun for halloween. by “fun”, you, wooyoung and mingi thought he meant a night out dressed in hot costumes and getting drunk out of your minds. definitely not this creepy haunted hospital jongho suggested. on top of that, to make things more “fun”, he also suggested to play a game: some sort of hide and seek, where everyone hid except for two people, who had to search for the rest. the thing is, you could only win by reaching the garden at the very back of the building. the searching party would win if they found at least half of the hiding party. the trick? the main route towards the back was blocked by old furniture and some chunks of the roof that fell with the pass of time, so you had to get creative.

the area was dark despite the small flashlight that was given to you. “use it wisely” seonghwa had said before returning to jongho, who was his partner in the search team. jongho knew the place already, so it would be unfair if he played for the hiding team. regarding seonghwa, he lost rock paper scissors. poor hwa, but at least he had jongho with him.

the place was, also, awfully quiet. the only sounds you could hear were your steps and sometimes wind currents whenever you entered a room with windows. “let’s go through that door” wooyoung said, pulling you towards a door to your left. he entered first, shielding you from possible dangers from hypothetical ghosts, but never dropping your hand.

the room was darker than the rest, and it was filled with the smell of humidity. wooyoung pointed the flashlight to scan the room, probably in search of another door. the room had an old, unmade hospital bed, and a big desk filled with unrecognizable liquids in testing tubes along with medical papers. broken glass covered the floor near the bed too. definitely not a pretty sight.

suddenly, the door shut closed behind you, and as reflex you crashed onto wooyoung, tripping in the process. he caught you, hugging you close to his body and pointing the flashlight towards the door. nothing out of the ordinary, but a bookshelf fell down due to you tripping, now blocking the door. between the loud shut, your scream and the fallen bookshelf, you were sure about to get disovered, but that wasn’t wooyoung’s worry right now.

“hey, hey baby it’s okay, look at me, you’re fine” he said, holding you close to his body with one hand and the other cradling your face. you couldn’t stop shaking, and your heart was beating miles per hour. “breathe, it’s okay y/n” wooyoung said, holding your hand against his heart and taking deep breaths with you. thing is, he was nowhere near calm, he had, too, almost shat his pants from fright. your eyes filled with tears, that’s when he knew he had to switch tactics.

so he crashed his lips against yours, hard. your eyes widened in surprise, but after two seconds, you closed them, kissing him back. your lips moved against each other, making you both almost forget where you were. after a while, he broke away, causing you to chase his lips and earning a smirk from him.

“welcome back, my love” he said, pecking you. you rolled your eyes and brought his face back to yours. “shut up and kiss me again, i’m still scared”.

he kissed you again, but this time, slower, sensually. his tongue pressed against your lower lip, and you gladly let him in, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even more closer than before, if that was even possible. his arms, that rested around your back protectively, slowly slided down towards your ass, hands cupping it and squeezing, earning a low moan from you. his mouth left yours, proceeding to kiss your jaw, and down your neck until he found your soft spot, sucking and biting lightly as to not leave a mark.

“please, woo” you muttered between small gasps. one of his hands traveled from your stomach to your breasts, massaging each one, giving them equally atrention.

“please what?” he asked in between kisses. “please fuck me wooyoung” you said. he smiled against your skin, biting a little harder before lifting his head to look at you.

the hand that was squeezing your ass moved towards your clothed cunt, pressing his fingers hard so you could feel them against the fabric of your jeans, making you moan. “here? when there’s a crazy sadistic ghost surgeon going around?” he asked, pressing his fingers harder and kissing your cheek. you stared at him warningly, not appreciating the way he was teasing you. “your wish is my command, my love”.

he pushed you against the desk, jars and testing tubes clinking. wooyoung quickly undid the button of your jeans and slid them down. his fingers returned to your clothed cunt, rubbing against the fabric in circled motions. “i can feel how wet you already are” he whispered against your ear, making you moan harder. your nails clawed against his jacket, making you realize he was wearing too many clothes. you managed to take his jacket off, throwing it somewhere behind him. after you were done, wooyoung kissed you again, desperately while his hand moved your panties to the side and his fingers entered you, filling you up. he moved them just the way he knew how, while his thumb pressed on your clit, making you moan louder against his mouth.

“baby we are still playing a game, you don’t want jongho and seonghwa to find us right? to find you like this?” he asked, before biting your lower lip. he removed his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss. “answer”

“n-no” you managed to mutter.

he went back to your pussy, playing with your clit while you tried desperately to stop your moans from leaving your mouth. one finger slid back in, curling it before adding a second one, and curling them again. he set a quick pace, making you see stars soon enough. before you could reach your high, he stopped altogether, removing his hand from you.

“wooyoung!” you squaled, earning a laugh from him. “relax baby, i got you” he said, before unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants along with his boxer. his tip was already leaking with precum, and he pumped his shaft a few times before aligning it against your core. “i always got you” he whispered against your lips, before sliding his head inside, making you both moan against each other.

you hungrily kissed each other while trying to muffle each other’s loud moans while he sled in and out of you, each time going much deeper than the last until he bottomed in completely. you felt so full, so good, and when he started moving again, setting up a constant quick pace you had to bite his neck to contain the loud whines and moans from escaping your mouth. he, on the other hand, had much harder time to shut up.

yes, you would pretty much get discovered soon if he kept it up.

you noticed a chair next to the desk, filled with old papers. so you decided to switch places, pushed him down to it, making him seat down. he quickly chased you and brought you towards his body again, needing to feel your soft gummy walls against his hard cock. he swore if he didn’t he would explode.

you positioned your legs on either sides of his lap, and aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly sliding him in again. you both sighed in relief. his hands flew to your ass, cupping and squeezing just the way you liked it as you bounced on his dick like your life depended on it. to stiffen his moans, he bit harshly on your neck while you bit on your own hand.

the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he started bringing you down on him harder now that he was approaching his climax. you were close too, feeling the familiar knot on your lower belly each time his tip kissed your cervix. one of his hands left your ass to rub circles against your clit as he looked up towards you with his mouth opened in an “O” form. he was impossibly close, and you were too.

“let go woo, i got you” you said in between moans, capturing his lips with yours. that’s all he needed to hear, with a hard thrust, he bursted inside you, filling you to the brim. his movements slowed down for a bit, but never stopped, determined to make you cum too. with the last of his energy he thrusted up again, setting a quick pace and moving his fingers against your clit even harder and faster. the combination of the quick pace and the feeling of his cum inside you was enough to make you see stars, reaching your climax.

he stayed inside you for a little bit, as you both tried to catch your breaths. you interlocked eyes, before he kissed you slowly and lovingly.

“did we really just fuck in a haunted hospital?” he whispered, chuckling softly. you hid your face against his neck and said “i cannot believe we just did that!”.

you got up from him and his cum dripped down from you, staining his inner thighs and the papers that he was sitting on. you wiped up the cum from his thighs with your finger and licked it clean. “let’s clean you up before i get stupid hard again and fuck you in every room in this hospital” he said, searching for tissues in his back pockets as he buckled up his belt again.

once you were done, he kissed you one last time, sweetly, before asking if you were ready to leave. when you nodded, he took the flashlight that rested on the hospital bed and took your hand, leading you out.

strange, the hospital wasn’t as scary now and surprisingly you found the exit quick enough.

“finally! i was starting to think you both got killed by ghosts!” san exclaimed dramatically as soon as he caught sight of you. everyone turned towards you two, but their faces quickly changed from relief to confusion as soon as they took notice of the bruises on both of your necks and messy hair.

“did you-“ san atarted, eyes widening. “did you really fuck in there?!”

intense blushes covered your faces, making you look everywhere except your friends in front of you. wooyoung, never letting go of your hand, laughed and exclaimed “do you think ghosts enjoyed the view?”, earning a slap on his arm from you and laughs from the rest.

on the way back home, wooyoung stopped in his tracks, making everyone turn around to face him, questioning.

“i need to go back” he announced. “i left my jacket there”

[lostheretics]

first and foremost perhaps for the entirety of it all, sincerely from the bottom of mariana trech,

how did you even think of this in the first place 😭 and now i’ve gone insane.

((NEED WOOYO RN TO DO THIS TO ME BEFORE I TEAR THE WOLD APART))