synopsis ▸ the crown prince has many duties; one of which is to marry not for himself, but for his kingdom. but the woman he’s being betrothed to is one he can’t stand. you have always known that your sole duty as princess is to marry a man who will bring prosperity to your country. but what happens when that man is the same boy who sowed the seeds of disdain since you were mere children? a realist and an idealist. an arrogant prince and a stubborn princess. because when did that ever bode well for anyone?
δ — nsfw (mdni), slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, childhood nemeses, jealousy, oblivious mutual pining, everyone makes a cameo, power dynamics, smut, unprotected sex, hate sex, oral (f. rec), degradation, power play, manhandling
SERIES MASTERLIST - FULL FIC COMING APRIL 10
A smile, terrifyingly fond, tugs at your lips at the sincere display before you. “Hm. I like him,” you muse. “May I request he be my guard?”
You don’t even have to look up at Taeyang to hear the venom in his voice as he answers with a prompt, “No.”
Intak looks up with a smile bright enough to light the sun but his eyes don’t linger on you for long. They shift almost immediately to your left and linger there.
Ah, you realize.
You let Intak rise before looking back to Taeyang, whose smile is wiped clean off as he stares at you with that indifferent gaze of his.
“That’s too bad,” you lament. “I thought I was to be greeted with a warm welcome.”
“It’s sunny,” he says.
“Very funny.”
Silence ensues while you both glower at each other.
Your sister clears her throat sharply to your left and the halted moment sets into ungraceful motion again.
“Really?” Taeyang snaps, eyes narrowing into cutting slits. “You still can’t be mature?”
“I’m being perfectly pleasant,” you fire back. “Aren’t I, dear sister? Handsome guard?”
Neither Intak nor your sister respond, your sister sighing to herself already and Intak too busy trying to pick up his jaw.
Taeyang’s expression tenses even further. “You live here now. We’ve got to be civil.”
“Right,” you drawl. “Because that worked for us so well in the past, hasn’t it?”
“Things are different now.”
“Are they? Are you?”
His mouth snaps open to counter but he reels himself in at the last moment with a deep breath, eyes pressing closed. “Alright,” he says through the exhale. “Let’s just move along. We have a busy week ahead of us with the engagement in tow. Since you cannot be mature, I suggest we avoid speaking to each other until then.”
“Lovely,” you agree with a feigned grin on your lips, determined to take everything a step further. “The perfect foundation for a blessed union. Yes, Your Highness. Let’s never speak to each other again.”
Taeyang mirrors your smile and the vitriol in his eye is as apparent but not nearly as strong as the one in yours. “We’ve never been that lucky now, have we, darling?”
The overly familiar way he calls you darling only adds to the fire that prickles just beneath your skin, threatening to ignite your ire up into uncharted territories. “No. We haven’t.”
But it makes you feel alive just the same.
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yall can think whatever you want about this situation, but if you truly see nothing wrong with how this has been HANDLED so far, you’re fucking dumb, sorry. i’d rather protest and say something NOW, than say nothing and just accept this as it is when it’s not normal. it’s almost as if yall are ignoring how shitty of a company belift is AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS.
if heeseung himself or one of the members were to publicly confirm everything, no matter how abrupt, then okay, i’d accept it. except, that hasn’t happened. heeseung’s fancall from today has been postponed yet the other members are supposedly going forward, is that not crazy? is that not extremely cruel of belift to put them through?
they’re literally supposed to be on that australian news channel TOMORROW, so wtf is going on with heeseung’s schedule? is he gonna be there or not? belift hasn’t confirmed a damn thing about when his activities with enhypen are supposed to end, and we’re expected to just let that happen? no clarification, no nothing? i agree that spreading blatant misinformation is wrong and i don’t encourage that, but again, if you can’t see the obvious problem with how this is being handled BY BELIFT, you’re not smart.
let other people react how they want to react without treating them like they’re wrong. if yall wanna grieve, then grieve, but im gonna continue to do what i can to get real fucking answers from this stupid ass company. quite frankly, my delusion is the only thing keeping me going right now and fuck you if you think you’re gonna tell me i’m wrong.
i have no problem treating the block button like my best friend.
alright guys- i have a SUPER specific fic request for yeosang that i cannot get out of my head. PLEASE if you write and take requests for longer one-shots lmk. i’m going insane 😻
You were seven—small, quiet, and afraid of just about everything. Life was soft and safe inside your little world until a knock on the door shattered the silence. Enter two boys: kind-eyed. Suddenly, fear wasn’t the loudest thing in your chest anymore. It was laughter, peanut butter, and movie nights. This isn’t a love story. Not yet. It’s a story about found family, about the boys who became your brothers, and the summer that changed everything.
pairing: Lee Felix x Reader, a lil Bangchan x Reader (nothing romantic,,,,yet)
warnings: EVERYONE ARE CHILDREN AND ARE TO BE TREATED AS SUCH
word count: 2.0k
a/n: Goodness gracious. I have never spent a literal MONTH PLANNING a story, let alone restless nights doing nothing but writing it. I am genuinely so proud of this small chapter and can't wait for you guys to read the next part WHENEVER I POST IT HAHA. (I also used this story as an excuse to learn how to use Tumblr to its full content and am proud of how far I've come.)
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You could never imagine talking to someone who wasn't your own mom or a close friend. It wasn't a part of you—the social butterfly bit that a lot of kids had until that day.
It was one of those slow, golden mornings where the light splayed across the room, basking you in safety and warmth. You sat cross-legged in your Cookie Monster pajamas, blue cotton pilled at the knees, eyes glued to some random educational TV show that only ever aired before the world woke up. Your fingers toyed with the fraying edge of the soft rug. The house smelled like toast and lemon cleaner– your mom’s way of making the world feel clean, like a reset button pressed every Saturday morning.
Then your mom came down the stairs, her slippers whispering against the hardwood. Voice soft but sure. “Y/N,” she started, brushing a stray hair from your forehead, “there’s a new family that moved in next door. We’re going to meet them.” You shifted from your warm spot on the carpet to the couch, hugging your knees, and peeking out the window with wary eyes. A single U-Haul truck sat parked by the curb, the sun bouncing off its metal like a flashbulb. Beside it, a gray sedan and a scattering of moving boxes– probably filled to the brim with toys, books, clothes, and old memories. All packaged away in that brown cardboard. This sight was the quiet chaos of a new beginning. Your mom kept talking–something about kindness and “warm welcomes”, but the words barely registered in your tiny head. Your thoughts were spiraling. New people. Unknown voices. Stranger's eyes.
Even your breathing felt too loud.
She handed you a clean T-shirt to change into. “Just for a little while, sweetheart,” she said. You nodded like it was a chore, like brushing your teeth or saying thank you. But you never made it out the door. Because before you could, there were three knocks.
Gentle.
Rhythmic. Like the start of a song.
Your head snapped toward the door. Your mom moved toward the sound, you trailing behind her, clutching the fabric of her sweatpants like they were armor. Peeking out from behind her leg, you saw him: a boy just a little taller than you. Brown hair tousled like he’d just escaped a whirlwind. Brown eyes that glinted like melted chocolate. And a smile–wide, easy, and completely unafraid. He held out a plate of cookies wrapped in wax paper.
Behind him stood another boy, taller, older, also brown-haired, but with quieter eyes. Thoughtful eyes. The kind that had seen a bit more.
“Hi!” the younger one said brightly. “I’m Felix, and this is Chris. We just moved in next door!” He lifted the plate like it was an offering to the gods. “We made you cookies!” Your mom beamed like someone had turned the sun back on.
“How sweet! I’m Ms. Y/LN, and this,” she said, giving your hand a small tug, exposing you to the two sets of brown eyes, “is Y/N.”
You made a sound. It wasn’t a word–just a startled squeak that broke into a whimper as you bolted, legs carrying you like a scared animal, straight to your room. You dove under the familiar wood of your bed like it was a foxhole in a war zone.
The cookie truce would have to wait.
Dust clung to your pajamas. The underside of your bed smelled like old wood and forgotten socks. You hugged Poncho to your chest, heart thudding like a trapped bird. Minutes passed. Maybe twenty. Maybe more.
The sound of your mom’s voice filtered through the floorboards, low and distant. Then–footsteps. Heavier than your mom’s. Careful. Measured. A presence.
A shadow appeared.
Then a hand.
Then a cookie. Just dangling there. Like a peace treaty. You froze. Then, with one quick grab, you snatched it, because even fear couldn’t beat sugar.
The bed creaked. The mattress shifted. And suddenly, there was someone under the bed with you. “Y/N, right?” You nodded. “I’m Chris.” Another nod, slower this time, crumbs clinging to your lips. He talked. Not loud, not fast. Just–steady. About your favorite show. About your pet fish named Bluey. About how long the plane ride was from Australia and how Felix almost cried when his Game Boy battery died mid-flight.
You giggled.
Eventually, you crawled out from your hiding place like a baby rabbit, blinking at the world. You showed him Bluey’s tank. He told you Felix was eight and liked dinosaurs and always got peanut butter on the remote. You liked peanut butter, too.
Time softened. Hours folded in on themselves like paper cranes. When the streetlights blinked on, your mom walked in and smiled at the sight of the two of you. “Chris, honey, it’s time for you to go home.” Chris stood up, dusting his knees off.
“I had a good time with you, Y/N,” he said. The night curled behind him like a ribbon as he walked back home.
That night, over tacos, your mom smiled. “They seem nice.” You nodded, chewing.
“He gave me a cookie,” you mumbled, mouth full.
“Y/N,” she warned, “chew your food.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile didn’t leave your face.
“I think I’m making a friend.” Which was rare. Being afraid, you didn’t have many.
Later, warm from the bath and wrapped in your softest pajamas, you curled beneath your blanket. Just as sleep tugged at your eyelids, a soft glow spilled across your room. You lifted your head.
Felix. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, lit by the blue screen of a Nintendo. His window faced yours like it was always meant to.
He looked up.
Saw you.
Smiled.
You dropped like a rock, your face burning.
Your stomach twisted in a way you didn’t recognize.
He wasn’t Chris.
You didn’t know who he was—and honestly, you didn’t want to. Not now. Maybe not ever. But curiosity was itching your brain. What was he like?
The next morning was beautiful. The sky was clean as a blank page. Sunlight stretched like gold taffy over the lawns. Naturally, your mom shoved you outside to “get some fresh air.” At least you had Poncho.
You sat beneath the tall tree in the front yard, whispering made-up stories to your gray rabbit, spinning tales about moon creatures and kitty-shaped aliens. Poncho listened without judgment. He always did.
This neighborhood was nice—familiar. The older boys always grouped up and everyone else ran around. You were in your own little world. Alone.
Then came the shadows. The group of older boys swaggered across the street, loud and careless, all knees and elbows and sharp laughter.
One of them pointed. “Hey! This weirdo still plays with dolls.” You blinked. Confused. Poncho wasn’t a doll. He was everything.
He was safe.
“Seven and still acting like a baby.” You hugged Poncho tighter. But it was too late. A blonde boy snatched him from your arms.
“Give him back!” you squeaked, your tiny voice trembling. They laughed. Tossed Poncho between them like a cruel game. Your throat tightened. Eyes welled. Then–clunk. One boy fell. Hard. Groaning. You turned. Chris. Standing there like a storm in human skin.
“Pick on someone your own size.” He dusted off Poncho like he was a fragile treasure, then slipped one hand into yours and the other around your rabbit. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to. Inside his house, he settled you onto the couch and tucked Poncho into your lap. “What do you wanna watch, cookie?” he asked, flipping through DVDs.
You watched movies. Three of them. Maybe four. Popcorn, juice boxes, and laughter in between. You looked up at some point during the second movie and saw Felix on the stairs. He seemed to just be watching, but the moment your eyes latched onto his, he rushed back upstairs. Almost as if mimicking what you had done to him the night prior.
“He’s curious about you,” Chris says. “He saw you outside the day we moved in, and he wanted to be your friend.”
“He does?” you ask quietly.
“Yeah,” he snickers. “He’s just not the best with words—unless it involves his Nintendo.”
“I like video games.”
Chris nodded his head toward the stairs.
“Please. Enlighten him.”
You slowly got up, making your way toward the stairs, each step growing darker than the last.
At the top, there were three doors—one just to the left of the bathroom, one to the right, and one directly across the hall. The door to the left of the bathroom was slightly cracked open, so you peeked in.
The walls were a soft grey, and a bed sat in front of a window dressed in blue bedding. Boxes were scattered everywhere—except for one thing: a guitar propped neatly in the corner. Chris had told you about his guitar lessons back in Australia.
You stepped out and gently closed the door behind you.
You reached for the door on the right, but before your fingers touched the handle, you heard the low hum of a TV and the warm chuckle of someone older. You pulled your hand back. That must be their parents’ room.
That left only one door.
You walked up and gave it a soft knock. You heard the creak of a bed and the shuffle of small feet before the door slowly opened. His eyes met yours, wide and surprised.
“Uh…” your voice trailed off. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he responded simply.
You scrambled for something to say. Anything.
“You like peanut butter?” you blurted, remembering something Chris had mentioned the day before.
“Yeah,” he said, glancing down. “Do you want some?”
You nodded, and the two of you walked downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed the jar from the pantry and hopped up on the counter, leaving just enough space for you.
“You have spoons?” you asked.
He pointed to one of the open boxes labeled Kitchen. You reached in and grabbed two, then climbed onto the counter beside him. When you handed him a spoon, the smallest smile crept across his face.
There you sat, on the counter, side by side, digging into a jar of peanut butter. Small stories. Quiet laughter. It echoed in the space between boxes and warm light.
Outside, the sky was starting to melt into dusk.
And you knew how your mom was.
“I should probably go,” you said, hopping off the counter.
“Awwh,” he whined, “could you sleep over?”
You never thought you’d hear those words come out of his mouth. Or anyone’s mouth, to be honest.
“Let me go ask my mom.” You made your way toward the front door, but he followed close behind.
“Wanna race across the lawn?”
You could never back down from a challenge.
The two of you lined up on his porch and then booked it across the yard. And for once—everything negative faded away. The world had shifted, if only slightly. Breathless, you both landed on your porch, grinning.
“Mom?” you called as you stepped inside. Then, turning to Felix, “Stay here for a sec.”
He nodded and stood by the couch obediently.
You jogged up the stairs to the small office your mom used. She was hunched over her computer, deep in something.
“Mom?”
She looked up, eyes tired but warm. “Yes, hon?”
“Can I stay the night at Felix and Chris’s?”
She paused, considering. “If it’s okay with their mom and dad,” she nodded.
“Thanks!” you beamed, then dashed back down the stairs. Felix met you at the bottom, hopeful.
“She said yes, as long as it’s okay with your parents!”
“Let’s race back to my place!”
You sprinted across the lawn again, breathless and laughing. His parents gave the green light, and that was all it took.
That night was full of giggles and video games—mostly him nerding out about his favorites, and you listening, charmed. You finished off the peanut butter jar together and, eventually, both crashed on his small bed.
That was the night everything changed.
That was the night you and Felix became inseparable.
☆ warnings: probably some inaccurate sixties references oops, reader is v shy in the beginning, smut, marking, p in v intercourse, use of protection, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!hwa, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), grinding, slight degradation kink and manhandling, slapping, mirror sex, size kink, sweet aftercare, the “L” word, smoking/tobacco use, drug use, seonghwa is able to lift reader when they dance, profanity, sloww burn, SA, groping, mentions of a*ortion (if you’ve seen the og movie then you’ll know about penny’s situation), accidental pregnancy (not reader) — NOTE: IF YOU AREN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS, DNI! Please read the actual film’s synopsis first if you’re you do not like the last few tags.
☆ synopsis: That was the summer you met resident heart-breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .
☆ playlist: be my baby by the ronnettes, another saturday night by sam cooke, still feel like your man by john mayer, we belong together by ritchie valens, karma chameleon by culture club
☆ a/n: for everyone that’s been following along with the writing process, thank you so much for your patience and understanding. I really had to force myself a few times to just sit and get this done, but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out! Let me know what you think with your reblog and feedback! cheers to the long awaited second fic of this series🥂
☆ word count: 14.3k
THAT WAS THE SUMMER OF 1963. When everyone called you baby, and it didn’t seem to occur to you to mind.
Summer was in full swing; families driving up to the vacation resort owned by your aunt in their shiny new corvettes, eagerly awaiting the nights of drinking, golfing, and mambo classes accompanied with luxury hospitality.
That’s a given when you're staying at a place like your aunt's vacation resort.
Pool days followed by structured entertainment for these folks meant summer job opportunities for young college students like yourself, hoping to save up some money before the fall semester came.
While other girls vacationing at the resort were spending their time fawning over The Beach Boys, sneaking out to the lakes to go skinny dipping, and enjoying the taste of freedom, you were taking orders and waiting tables at the bar across the golf course every night. Your hair smelled of fryer grease, your pockets filled with ketchup packets, and with every passing shift you worked, the burning desire to just quit and get away grew deeper in your heart.
But you really needed this money. There wasn’t any other reason that could replace why you were still here after closing hours, folding table napkins into the shape of swans.
“It’s for you, baby”
A voice brings you out of your thoughts, turning to see a long outstretched hand holding the receiver of a phone towards you.
Yunho sits slumped against the counter on top of a bar stool, his polo uniform shirt that you were wearing one identical to sticking to his chest with sweat. All the while he fanned himself from the sweltering July heat.
He wipes a bead of sweat running off the side of his brow.
“It’s a call for you,” he repeats again, shrugging the receiver to you expectedly.
You quickly walk over, taking the phone with a quiet thanks before holding it close to your ear.
Yunho watches the frail and timid little thing you were, barely holding the receiver close enough before a familiar voice cuts through.
“I hope that those napkins are looking like swans and not chickens, baby”
Your aunt’s soft laughter fills your ear, breaking out into a silent state of panic as you eyed the pieces of cloth spread disappointingly across the table you were just standing at.
You truly sucked ass at folding.
“Just trying my best” you told her softly, voice unfamiliar as you just let out the first few words you’ve spoken all night. A sudden feeling washes over you that you’re being watched, and you’re proven right when you crane your neck to see Yunho looking at you out of the corner of your eyes. Warmth spreads throughout your face when you momentarily locked eyes. The tall blonde boy merely smiles, trying to be friendly before you shuffle awkwardly and turn away from his gaze.
He wasn’t trying to be weird. In Yunho’s defense, it was just kinda interesting for him to see you share a casual conversation with your aunt, known as none other than his own employer and the literal owner of the resort he worked at.
Plus, he never got to hear your voice. Like ever.
Tangling the cord of the telephone wire in between your fingers, you questioned your aunt quietly. “Did you need help with something?”
“I do, actually” she says, the background muffling her words with loud chatter as it seemed the lodge guests were still up and wide awake at this hour.
“I need you to do me a favor. Grab those watermelons sitting in the fridge and bring them down to the kitchen in the main building for me. I forgot to get the staff here to pick it up, and it would just be so much faster if you brought it down for me, darling.”
You eyed the mentioned goods sitting perched in the back kitchen.
”The ones on the counter?” You asked hesitantly.
“I don’t recall leaving any other melons on top of one of my kitchens… so, yes” she remarks sarcastically.
Hauling those massive things and walking back to the main building was going to be a hassle, especially with your location being all the way on the opposite side across the golf course.
But what you were dreading even more was confirmed with what she said next.
“You could just ask that boy Yunho to help you.” She states casually.
Your body tenses at her words, dreading the likely fact that you’ll have to speak more than five words to the golden retriever looking bartender in order to complete your aunt’s request.
“I’m sure you two will be fine. I’ll be expecting to see you soon, baby”
“Okay, goodbye” is all you say, hearing her thanks over the phone before you hang up.
You hand the receiver back to Yunho, who had still been watching you with a small grin on his face.
“Boss say anything important?” watching as your brows furrow in debated thought, wondering if you should just ask him for his help.
Your hands get a little clammy, and you make an effort to smooth your khaki work pants, nervousness getting to you. For fucks sake, you were only asking him to help you hold a watermelon. The worst he could do was say no!
You looked up to the tall boy, already feeling a little stupid when you saw him look at you quizzically.
“Actually, Yunho…” you began, swallowing in nervousness. “Could you help me bring those?” You muttered quietly, shoulders cowering as you pointed to the watermelons sitting on the kitchen counter. He looks back to see what you’re referring to.
You immediately see his face change in surprise, having caught his attention by speaking more words just now, than you had the entirety of the few weeks you’d worked together.
Then, the boy can’t help but break into a smile when he hears you clear your voice to speak up again.
“Please?”
“Do you believe watermelons are berries?” Yunho asks you, taking long strides in front of you across the damp grass of the golf course.
The faint chirping of crickets and summer cicadas resonates across the amphitheater of an empty field, the only sources of light coming from the outdoor flood lights illuminating the path to the main building of the lodges.
The nighttime air was humid, an unsatisfying breeze blowing past you two as you made your way together.
“Sorry?” You huff, trying to catch your breath.
You’re staring at the way he’s been able to tuck the two large melons safely in his arms, having to stop in his tracks as you struggled to keep up with his speed while carrying just one.
“Technically, watermelons don’t have any internal divisions, but because they have seeds you could argue that they’re just massively large berries.” he points out, the idea seeming to spill from his mouth like he had been pondering the thought for very long.
His brows are furrowed in thought when he looks over to you, awaiting your opinion.
“I-I guess so” you agreed meekly. How else were you to respond?
Your arms began to hurt from holding the heavy fruit for so long, and the both of you had only barely made it past the pond near the golf course, changing direction towards a trail with a cleared path. Yunho carries on with his fruit philosophy.
“If you put popular beliefs aside, pumpkins are considered berries too.“ He grins, chuckling to himself as he walks beside you. “Which means you and I are just holding three massive berries in total!”
“Right..”
Before you could think to say anything else in response, a tall figure identical to the height of Yunho rushes up from behind and smacks the back of head.
You’re seconds away from dropping the watermelon in your hand from shock, jaw hanging open as you clutched on the melon in surprise while Yunho stops in his tracks to curse out loud.
“What the fuck-”
“Hey yuyu, finished your shift already?” A boy cheekily grins while wearing a blue, well-loved varsity jacket. His eyes turned into crescent moons while giggling with utter joy at the sight of his friend scowling in pain, dodging the kicks Yunho tries to get back at him while holding the two fruits.
“Get off my back, Mingi” he spits, though he lets the boy hang near him.
You do what you’ve grown accustomed to over the past month of working here, making yourself invisible amongst the two friends you slowly trailed behind.
There’s a good reason you‘ve become this shy and hesitant to ask for help while working at the resort, and that was because no one here actually liked you.
Being the niece of the lodge owner didn’t exactly have the perks you’d think would come with it. Rumor had already spread like wildfire on your first day of work amongst the young employees, gossiping all sorts of ridiculous stories as to why a girl like you needed to be spending her summers working at her rich Aunt's resort to make money. From rumours that you were cut off by your rich parents, to one being that you got knocked up and sent away here as punishment, the gossip from the part-timers was like a supply of fuel to be added to the fire.
You had been extremely lucky to get this job thanks to your Aunt. In order to keep your place here, you made up for it by working twice as hard as any other person. Picking up other people’s shifts while tolerating being ignored and trashed about was something you decided you’d stick it out for the whole summer. You desperately needed this money to afford finally moving out of your house back home. It was only after much hesitance that you resorted to reaching out to your distant Aunt on your mothers side you never actually talked to. You were willing to do any work she gave that would be enough to keep the bills paid. The only friend you seemed to somewhat make while working this summer was Yunho, and thankfully, he didn’t seem to care about all the nepo baby crap he heard everyone spew behind your back.
“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be giving tango lessons to the bungalow bunnies back at the gazebo?” Yunho teases to his friend, propping up the watermelons in his hands to make them appear like two large breasts.
You looked away, blushing as Yunho juts his lips out to mimic the middle aged trophy wives his friend frequently gave dancing lessons to. Mingi must’ve been a part of the entertainment and dance staff, the one clique of part-timers in this place that no one else seemed to be able to go against.
He teased in a high pitched southern accent, “Oh, Mingi, you really know how to put those hips to use!”
Yunho's laughter resonates throughout the empty field, becoming Mingi’s turn to pummel his ass from embarrassment, ears going red.
“Shut up, man! Keep talking but at the end of the day, you could only dream what it’s like having those women all over ya!” He states proudly.
Yunho peers over to see you awkwardly trailing behind, shoving his friend’s shoulder and jerking his head to you, motioning to give you some help. Mingi leans down to grasp the sliding melon falling out of your hands, letting you catch up so you three could all walk together.
You’re about to protest but Mingi is already smirking down at you.
“So you’re the boss’s niece everyone’s been talking about, huh?”
Knowing the rumours going around about you, you were mentally preparing for what else was to come out of Yunho’s friend. But the next words that he says surprises you instead.
“I don’t care about that bullshit, y’know”
He grins, standing tall with the watermelon easily tucked under one of his arms.
“If I were you, I’d own it proudly.”
You hadn’t expected that answer to be honest. You glance over to Yunho who chuckles at his friend, gratitude and relief seeping into your heart when you realize Mingi seems to be a decent guy just like him.
“First thing I’d do if my aunt owned this place would be to raid the liquor cellars under the guests lounge” he states, Yunho rolling his eyes while Mingi looks at you again. “I’d be trying to get away with all the shit I could do.”
The blonde scoffs, sneering at his friend's words.
“Yeah, as if you can even handle your alcohol well.”
Mingi glares back.
“Kid passed out one time from a sip of beer” Yunho mutters to you, watching the corners of your mouth turn up. He definitely didn’t appear to be a lightweight in your thoughts.
“You don’t really speak much do you?” Mingi interrupts, coming closer as you walk side by side.
You shook your head.
“What did they call you again?” he pauses to think, racking his brain to find the nickname everyone made fun of you for. “Bonnie? Berry?…”
It's ridiculous how a childhood nickname your Aunt kept for you had now stuck with the entire staff at the summer lodge. So admittedly, you can’t help it if some of your frustration seems to slip out when you give him a sarcastic roll of your eyes
“It's baby,” you answered with a huff.
Mingi stares at you for a moment which makes you worry you’ve taken your attitude too far, before he’s already chuckling at your response.
“Well baby’s got spunk, hasn’t she?”
“Not everyone calls me that” you tried to convince him, frowning when Yunho chips in.
”Yeah right, everyone calls you baby here.” he grins, teasing you.
You looked away, awkwardly staring at some bushes nearby. He was right.
Mingi already decides that he likes you, and seeing how Yunho likes you as well, the rumours he’s been hearing about you going around don’t matter to him anymore.
“Well then, baby” He beams, the lights near the main building's entrance glowing brighter as you get closer. “Wanna go to a real adult party?”
You slowed down your steps, eyes widening at his words as Yunho shoved his clueless friend for his comment.
“Don’t fucking say it like that, creep!”
Mingi realizes what his offer might’ve sounded like, assuring you that he was just inviting you and Yunho to the after party the entertainment staff were holding in the abandoned barn behind the west building. The west building located dorms where all the staff were able to live during the busiest time of vacation season.
“A party?” You repeated, lips parting softly.
Mingi nodded eagerly as he joked.
“C’mon, you’re not gonna tell your aunt on us, are you?”
The three of you stood near the back entrance of the main kitchen. Your last task of the night would be dropping off the watermelons before you’re free to walk away from the offer standing before you tonight.
And perhaps it's because you're tired. Not necessarily tired from lack of sleep, but tired of the whole routine. Of the monogamous, soul-draining routine you’ve picked up ever since you got here, which was spending any second you weren’t working, sleeping, or eating, being cooped up in your twin-sized bed reading or laying awake at night to the sounds of cicadas.
“I wouldn't tell her regardless, Mingi” you said truthfully, which makes the boy change his playful demeanor a bit.
You thought for a long, hard moment.
You’ve never had friends. Never broke the rules. Never once dared to sneak off the property to go somewhere, let alone a party with other people your age. And so with in mind the thrill of it all, with the absolute exhaustion of being alone all the damn time, you say yes.
The two boys grin in excitement, and Mingi thrusts the watermelon in his arms to perch over his right shoulder.
“Great! Me and Yunho will pick you up at your dorm once we drop these off.” He says, the two boys walking off inside to drop off the delivery your aunt requested. It isn’t before Mingi turns to call out your name.
“Oh, and baby! Don’t be afraid to dress casual” he smiles, sending a nod of his head back to you.
Inside, your stomach turns.
You’re already started to regret this.
You mumble quiet curses to yourself, awkwardly adjusting the cardigan and short skirt dress you managed to convince yourself was deemed appropriate for hanging out with other staff outside of work hours.
You’re walking up those steep wooden steps of the hill leading up to the barn house, and with every thumping sound of the music getting louder, so does the beat of your heart inside your chest.
“Just be cool, baby” Yunho reassures you, having changed out of his uniform as well into a pair of shorts and a yellow Hawaiian button up shirt.
“We’ll introduce you to more of our friends” Mingi assures, leading the way at the very front.
You huff worriedly in response, knowing that the other college kids aren’t going to be very happy when they see the outcasted niece of the resort owner. But you still send them both a thankful smile, keeping it plastered on your face for not too long.
“I just hope that son of bitch Wooyoung doesn’t eat all the pop tarts” Mingi mutters under his breath, shaking his head and clenching his fists inside his varsity jacket.
“He knows I like strawberry…”
Once you reach the doors to the barn, Mingi and Yunho pause to look down at you before going in. “Ready?” the bartender asks, beaming down at you. You swallowed your nervousness, bundling up your nerves and hiding them away inside you. You give them both a small nod.
Mingi immediately kicks the barn doors open, hollering to the large crowd of dancing college students. Half of which you know for a fact don’t work at the resort and have driven up from the city.
And all at once, your breath is taken away.
Bodies melted against one another in an obscene way you had never before seen back home. A few girls were wearing tight, form-fitting clothing that accentuated their hips and curves, while men sported the trending greaser look that had them thrusting their hips through tight fitting jeans or leather pants.
You watched from a distance as couples grinded onto one another, dancing so passionately as though the music had overtaken their minds. The barn, though appearing to be rundown and shabby from the outside, was the definition of a banging, fucking party.
“What are they doing?” You asked cluelessly to Yunho, unable to take your eyes off the sweaty bodies molding themselves together on the dance floor, rocking their hips and shaking their legs.
This wasn’t even dancing. This was something else.
He laughed loudly. “They’re just dancing!” looking down at you as he raises his voice over the loud music. “All the kids are doing it back home.”
“You wanna try it?” He asks, teasing you. You reverently shake your head no and he can’t help but laugh at your continuation to stare in shock. He urges you forward instead.
“Come on, baby”
You can tell how popular Mingi and Yunho must be, the way that every so often they bump into a friend of theirs and chat with them eagerly. A few of them give you some judging stares, but with the two giants by your side, it doesn’t bother you as much as it usually does.
Beer, cigarettes, and slips of condom packages are exchanged on the dance floor, folks minding their business and having the time of their lives.
“Can you imagine dancing like this on the main floor?” Yunho laughs, gesturing to the sea of sweat, lust and rhythm that could never in a million years find its way back to the ‘family friendly’ establishment you worked for.
“Your aunt would close the place down first!” he chuckles, letting you grab onto his arm to navigate through the party.
Yunho catches up to Mingi standing a few meters away, thinking you’d follow when you let go. Instead, a hand snakes its way around your waist near the dance floor, grasping you tightly and making you jump from surprise. A body begins to lewdly grind itself against you, worn out jeans coming into view as their legs trapped yours in between them.
“You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?” a voice whispers into your ear, the smell of booze reeking from the man’s hot breath.
“Haven’t seen you around here” his accent slips through.
Sweat begins to form on your forehead, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. You were highly uncomfortable right now.
“Please let go,” you asked politely, struggling to pry the dirty hands off of your body.
“C’mon,” he protests, pulling you closer. “Just one dance, OW-”
A heeled shoe comes to stomp on the man's big toe, a manicured hand swatting the grip on your hips away, making him yelp in pain and shove you away. You stumble a bit, whipping your head around to see the ugly looking bastard. A woman stands in front of you protectively between him, hands on the hips of her dress.
“You fucking sleaze!” You hear from in front of you.
“Fuck was that for, Minny?” he lashes out, his voice rising in tone over the loud music. A few couples stop to stare at his outburst momentarily, though they quickly go back to dancing, moving around the comotion.
“The next time I see your nasty hands touching another poor girl's ass, Bobby, and I'm telling Seonghwa and the rest of the dance crew.” the girl snaps, dangly earrings rushing back and forth above her perfect exposed collar bones while she points an accusatory finger in the direction of the pervert. Her chest moves with every fuming breath she takes.
Bobby, who had just been trying to cop a feel at you, scoffs, staring her down and intimidating you in the process.
“You ain’t gonna do shit, Minny.” He spits to the floor, making you take one more step behind the girl.
“I might not do shit. But you sure as hell know Seonghwa isn’t gonna leave you alone.”
“Just like last time” She threatens, watching as his eyes look away pathetically in fear, knowing specifically what she was referring to.
“You’re fucking disgusting. Get the fuck out of my sight” she brushes him off, watching how he glares at her for a moment before reluctantly sliding to another side of the dance floor.
The situation de-escalates as quickly as it first began.
Your heart continues to pound against your chest, a wave of relief washing over yourself when he leaves. Your hero, standing tall in front of you in pretty tango heels and a pink chiffon dress, lays a hand on your shoulder.
“You alright, hun? Don’t mind that creep, he’s lower than piss on the floor” she states, the lights flashing over her toned, dancer body. She shakes her head in frustration. “These sort of morons are always lurking on the dance floor so you gotta be careful sometimes”
You’re starstruck, words unable to fall out of your mouth as you thank her.
“Thank you for that” you find the courage to say. She smiles, sending you a small wink.
“Don’t mention it. Girls gotta stick together” she grins.
Just as she’s about to leave, Yunho rushes over to you, messy blonde strands sweeping over his frantic eyes.
“I was looking for you, where the hell did you go?” Yunho towers over you, in the process also making eye contact with the girl.
“Don’t go losing your girl now, Yun” she teases, arms crossing over her chest.
Yunho immediately recognizes the face and smiles. His ears begin to match the red party cup he was holding in his left hand.
“Minny!” he grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “How’ve you been?”
“Busy as usual,” she shrugs. “Booked under mambo classes, kids tango, main floor ballroom, you know how it is.” she sighs. “You?”
“Night and day shifts all fucking mixed together” he replies.
The two become lost in each other's eyes, clearing your voice as you speak over the loud music.
“I’m not his girl, by the way”
She looks back at you, shooting a smirk at Yunho who laughs out loud, introducing you to her.
“This is baby, we work the night shifts at the bar down by the golf course together” he explains.
He sends a smile to the girl in front of him who you can already tell he’s head over heels for.
“This is Minny, works with Mingi and the rest of entertainment if you didn’t already notice.”
“B-A-B-Y, baby?” She asks, eyes going wide as a sweet grin settles on her lips.
“That’s your name?”
You nod slowly, face feeling warm.
“Just a nickname we all call her” Yunho chuckles, looking down at you as he explained. “But she sure does look all clueless like a baby, doesn’t she?”
Minny nods, smiling at you as the song changes to something fast paced that makes people cheer and holler over their cigarettes and drinks.
“Let’s go dance then, baby” she smirked, intertwining your hand with hers as she flashes a look towards Yunho.
“Bye, Yunho!” She winks back.
You’re unable to say anything more as Minny guides you to the dance floor, your feet resisting her pull as you frantically shout over the music.
“But I can’t dance!”
She waves you off like it’s no big deal. “It’s okay if you don’t know! I’ll teach you!” She encourages, her body swaying so naturally in a way that makes you envy her.
“Just feel the music, baby” she tells you. “Forget about everything else.”
You follow her words, a small smile making its way to your face as you become excited with every passing beat of the music. You’re not as good as her, but it’s a start to you coming out of the protective little box you’ve been in for too long.
Minny’s eyes close as she looks up to the ceiling, shutting her eyes and desperately trying to let the music consume her.
“Sometimes you just gotta dance ‘til your feet hurt more than what's in your heart”
From afar, a figure leaning against the wall follows your every move, watching you unknowingly throw your head back and giggle with every move you attempt to follow.
”Someone must’ve had a fun time last night”
Your aunt continues diligently writing away in her cheque book, accounting for the weekly sales and profits behind the counter of the front desk of the resort. With every check mark, she goes back to the large calculator beside her, punching in numbers under her steel rimmed glasses, a few curses of frustration slipping out when the machine doesn’t work.
“I’m surprised you’re not awake like you usually are, baby” she points out, watching as your slumped back immediately turns straight and you sit up tall in your seat, blinking your tired eyes.
You should be properly manning the front desk you’re sitting at right now, but with all the guests gone to do the lodge offered activities like canoeing or water polo, the main desk is left empty except for the two of you sitting in your seats.
“Have you been staying up late?” She asks with sharp curiosity.
You shook your head, stifling a yawn. “I think I just slept in a weird position. Haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.”
The truth of the matter was, you’ve been sneaking out for the last few nights, having the most exhilarating experiences dancing and hanging out with Minny and the rest of the party staff in the abandoned barn.
Although your dancing wasn’t as good as Minny’s, no one seemed to care that you were there with them. For all the kids that did seem to talk shit in front of you for joining them, Minny would stick her fist up their asses just to defend you, and you had grown to love her already.
At your carefully picked response she nods, going back to her checkbook for a moment before she asks you carefully.
“And are the part-timers treating you well? Teaching you the ropes behind everything here?”
You could never bring yourself to explain to your aunt that you were usually a complete and utter outcast amongst the lodge staff. You’d rather keep these details to yourself than to cause more unnecessary trouble to the woman who got you the job in the first place, so you opt for the same reassuring sentence you’ve been telling her since the first day.
“Yes, they’re good to me.” You lie.
She nods with a satisfied sigh, closing her checkbook and adjusting her glasses.
“Just don’t get too close with the entertainment staff” your aunt warns you.
You turn your head to look at her properly this time.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Some of those dancers are looking for trouble, and I mean especially the boys” she tsks, disapprovingly shaking her head.
“God knows what I’ve had to do to get them to stop causing trouble and keep them in line for the guests. Those kids can dance, but lord can they be a pain to deal with”
Your quiet stare at her causes your aunt to shake her head, her wrinkles deepening as she waves it off to you.
“Though that’s nothing you need to know. Just be mindful of who you’re with and why you’re here” she reminds you, firm and strict.
You nod, thinking to yourself as her words circled your mind.
Later, when your shift ends that night, you follow the trail of pebbled tracks back to your dorm, the sun already set as the outdoor flood lights turn on.
The summer breeze blew through your hair as you made your way outside the main building. Just as you’re about to walk away, a hand grabs your arm, yanking you to the bushes nearby making you scream.
You’re met face to face with a frantic looking girl, her close proximity and frazzled looking appearance throwing you off guard as mascara stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes stared back at you.
“Minny?”
“Baby, I need you to help me” she pleads softly, choking up on her sobs as her body shakes violently. She was a complete opposite to the sweet, carefree looking girl you met a few nights ago.
You immediately place a hand around her arm, trying to calm her down.
“W-What’s wrong? Is everything alright? Are you-”
She mutters something incoherent to herself, shaking her head as she raises her face to look at you.
“I need you to find Yunho for me. Now!” she cried, clutching onto your arms in desperation. “Just please find him for me” she whimpers, snapping you from your thoughts.
You knew that if you didn’t help her right now something very bad would happen.
“O-Okay I’ll find him” you told her reassuringly.
You left to run through the vast green fields of the resort, knowing that whatever Minny needed to talk to Yunho about, it must’ve been urgent.
The west building where all the summer part-timers lodged, came into view. You picked up your pace, quickly passing each and every numbered door until you stopped in front of Yunho’s and knocked frantically on the wood while trying to catch your breath.
You gasp for air, hearing approaching steps as the door swings open and you're face to face with a man you’ve never seen before.
“Yunho!” You cry out first thing, though his name dies in your throat as your eyes catch up to your voice and you stare at someone else.
Standing in front of you is a dark haired man. Tall, lean, but with a body displaying strength. You glanced up at his face. At his sharp nose, perfect lips, and deep piercing eyes that followed you with every heavy breath you took.
“Can I help you?” He asks intensely, looming over you. You try to rack through your thoughts to make sure you don’t forget what you’re standing here for.
Just behind him do you see Yunho sitting on a worn out leather couch in his tiny room, laughing with a few other guys about something while a cigarette was propped behind his ear, the strong smell of drugs and burnt tobacco wafting in the air.
You forgot about the figure staring down at you, intimidated by his stance but looking past it.
“Yunho!” you called out, the worry and urgency prominent in your voice.
The blonde looks over to you, his smile faltering in confusion at your sudden presence, before he notices the fear in your eyes and sits up straight.
“It’s Minny” is all you have to say before he’s grabbing his leather jacket and walking out the door. An arm stops to grab onto him.
“What about Minny?” The man who answered the door asks in concern, his expression turning into one of protectiveness. You saw his grip tightening around Yunho's arm, to which the boy shoved off roughly.
“That’s what I’m going to find out” he grits, turning to face you now with his brows furrowed and an expression laced with worry.
“Where is she? I’m coming with you.” He states firmly.
You have no time for this, so you leave the tension radiating off the two at the front door, motioning Yunho to follow you as you lead him back to Minny. When you see the figure from the doorway catch up alongside you, you look to Yunho for at least some sort of explanation.
“This is Seonghwa.” he sighs, his long strides speeding up in a hurry.
“He’s Minny’s dance partner. We can trust him, " he says, his lips forming a tight line.
You look at Seonghwa, watching as the boy dressed in all black turns his gaze to look back at you, an unreadable expression on his face before you look back to the trail.
You hear him mutter under his breath in concern.
“Jesus christ, Minny, what did you do now?”
It's not long before the three of you are approaching the bushes of the main building. Seonghwa dashes in front of all of you at the first sight he gets of Minny crouched in a fetal position, sobs still wracking through her body. Yunho follows suit, rubbing a hand through his tousled hair when he sees her. “Minny, what happened?” he breathes out.
The dancer looks up, tears clouding her vision when a soft sob leaves her throat.
“Yunho-” she begins to say after hearing his voice, then clutching the skirt of her dress when she sees who followed nearby.
“Seonghwa?”
You didn’t know what to tell her, standing awkwardly off to the side before a beat of silence follows when Seonghwa takes ahold of the girl's hand, holding it gently.
“That’s alright honey, I got you. Seonghwa’s here” he assures her, embracing her in a comforting hug as he pats the back of her hair, letting her tears fall onto his suit.
Minny accepts the embrace, finally letting the words spill.
“Seonghwa, it’s bad. It’s bad this time” she wailed, mascara staining her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath with every sob that racked her body.
Yunho approaches the girl, crouching down so he could look at her properly, feeling as though the worry and suspense would consume him. “What is Minny? Tell us!”
The girl holds her body closer to her small frame, letting another tear fall before she looks up at you all.
“I’m pregnant.”
“So what’s he going to do about it?”
Seonghwa turns his head to glare at Hongjoong who had directed the obvious question to him.
The four of you had relocated to the empty barn house sitting in the forest behind the resort, the once lively and upbeat place replaced with a solemn mood that unveiled a frightening situation.
Only you, Seonghwa and Yunho first knew about Minny, though that was shortly changed when the rest of the entertainment crew living at the barn found out as well when they saw you arrive with the sobbing girl.
You out of all people had somehow been roped into it all, watching as the dancers huddled near the poor girl on their worn down couch supported with slates of wood, a cloth blanket covering her shivering shoulders.
“It’s not Seonghwa,” Minny states clearly, scrunching her face at the assumption. She hangs her head, feeling nauseous from the anxiety.
“But I thought-”
“Well you thought wrong” Seonghwa spits back, turning away from his friend when he realized he wasn’t helping.
Hongjoong was the leader of the crew. Followed by Seonghwa, Mingi, and another boy named Wooyoung who you had just met tonight for the first time. Yunho appeared close with them, watching as they discussed the seriousness of the situation.
Minny groans when Mingi asks for the truth.
“Then who the fuck did this to you? I swear I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard” he threatens, nostrils flaring as he over protectively tells his friend.
Minny tells him dejectedly. “He wants nothing to do with me or it. Didn’t even believe me when I told him…”
Yunho turns his head, staring at her as he gently asks.
“Tell us who it is, Minny”
She’s silent before she lets it out.
“It’s Bobby.”
You stared in horror, realizing the pervert who felt you up at the party a few nights ago was the father. You felt like throwing up and shooting him at the same time.
Wooyoung's eyes widened, his fist covering his wide open mouth as he exclaims.
“Bobby “The Sleaze” Gilmer?”
Seonghwa looks at the girl he would call his own sister in disbelief.
“That fucking lobby boy who works on the main floor did this to you?!”
She sighs, looking just as disgusted by hearing his name.
“If I could go back and close my fucking legs, believe me, I would!” She retorts back, huffing as her voice raises in frustration.
“I didn’t mean to get with the guy! It just happened a few weeks ago and I didn’t think much of it until I was feeling nauseous yesterday afternoon during rehearsals.”
She leans back, knowing she’s made up her mind.
“I’m not keeping it, I-I can’t. I have to get rid of it, but I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do when Seonghwa and I have upcoming performances at other hotels” Minny realizes with small sniffles, the scary reality crashing down on her again in this situation.
“I-I mean I can get the girls to fill in for my classes here, but what the fuck am I supposed to do outside of this?” she says, a tear flowing down her cheek. “How are we going to tell them we can’t perform?” She admits defeatedly, thanking Mingi when he hands her a tissue box.
“We’re gonna get you a doctor first, Minny” Yunho promises, watching as Wooyoung nods in agreement before he points out another problem.
“Yeah, but where are we even gonna get the money for a doctor Yunho? And if word gets out with the other staff, we’re all fucking screwed.”
Mingi shoves him in the rib cage for saying that, everyone sitting in a discouraging silence.
Hongjoong briefly glances over to you, rolling his eyes in cynicism.
“Great, and now that baby over here knows, she’s gonna run off to her playpen and tell her Aunt everything!”
You haven’t hated that nickname any more than you did right now.
Before Minny goes to your defense, you stick up for yourself first.
“I would never do that.” You state seriously, looking him in the eyes. Hongjoong still crosses his arms skeptically. “I’m not turning my back against you guys. I’m on your side, and I’m going to do whatever it is I can to help you Minny” you promised her wholeheartedly.
Yunho, who was grasping onto Minny's hand, gives her a reassuring squeeze while sending you a small thankful smile.
“Don’t blame yourself too much Minny. This could’ve happened to anyone and it just so happened to be you. But now you know we’re all here for you, every last one of us.”
The blonde and the brunette lock eyes for a split second.
Mingi mutters sarcastically under his breath to what his friend says. “Yeah, can’t say if I know anyone who’d sleep with Bobby Gilmer”
Minny ignores him, shaking her head as she still needs to face reality.
“Then who’s gonna dance with him then?” she nodded in the direction of her partner.
Seonghwa looked overwhelmed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
You spoke up. “Couldn’t someone else fill in? There’s other girls who do nightly entertainment that must be free. There can be a way for us to come up with the money and if someone-”
Seonghwa glances over, his reply sharp as he cuts you off. “No, Ms. Fix it, nobody else can fill in. Maria has to work all day, she can’t learn the routines, and Rosie’s gonna have to fill in for Minny’s other classes. All of us could try and pick up a few jobs to pay for the fees but that money isn’t going to be enough! Nothing else is gonna cut it unless we do those performances.”
The man clenches and unclenches his jaw, taking a deep breath to control his frustrations.
“We all work,” he says, making each word a defined statement.
You stand back in the corner where you belonged, Seonghwas gaze and rude attitude making you clench your fists in anger.
“Hey, all she’s trying to do is help!” Yunho defends you, brows furrowing as he stares the black haired boy down. Tension arises once again between the two.
“And maybe Hongjoong is right,” Seonghwa spits, taking another jab at you. “Maybe the kid here is gonna jeopardize this whole fucking situation and get us all fired!”
Minny cuts him off on his last word, pointing an accusatory finger as she looks at him with disappointment.
“Stop that Seonghwa. Both of you calm down the fuck down and-”
Just as Seonghwa is about to retort back to Yunho, a question directed towards you leaves everyone to stop arguing for a moment.
“Do you dance, baby?”
Your eyes lock on Wooyoung who stands there with a cigarette lodged in between his lips, playing with the straps of his suspenders as he looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“For fucks sake, Wooyoung” Seonghwa mutters under his breath loudly, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
“What? I can’t ask the chick if she dances?” He retorts back defensively.
“I- No I don’t.“ you reply, taken aback.
Mingi looks at you carefully, his eyes gazing up and down your body, able to imagine you as a dancer partner as he catches on to what his friend was suggesting.
“No, he might be onto something…”
Minny lifts her eyes from the wet tissues, pupils dilating as she looks at you too.
“Baby,” she gasps, sitting straight as the blanket around her shoulders falls.
“You could fill in!”
“what?!”
“yes!”
“Are you all out of your fucking minds?!” Seonghwa shouts, hands resting on his hips because now the impossible idea Wooyoung shared has now made him furious.
Minny snaps at her childhood best friend, clutching the skirt of her dress as she stands up to face him straight on.
“You’re the best dancer out of all of us Seonghwa, you could lead any partner!”
“I can’t even do a full dance routine, let alone the Mamba!” You exclaim, cheeks getting hot.
Seonghwa looks at your expression and decides to speak on your behalf as well.
“The kid says she can’t even do the Mamba! She cannot dance, she’s got no talent, nothing!”
Jeez, when he says it, it just twists the knife a little deeper in the wound.
You watch Seonghwa carefully, a glare in your eyes as you stare him down.
The group goes back to defeat as you stood there silently, hearing them discuss other possibilities as to what they could do to make up for the money.
“I could try to pick up weekend shifts at Kellerman’s right across the town” Wooyoung offers, sending a smile of hope to Minny who looks over in gratitude. “We could put that money to use.”
“I already got another part time job at the gas station a few miles from here,” Mingi smiles, his usual boyish attitude replaced with sincerity. “I can pitch in.”
Yunho reassures the girl sitting beside him on the couch, facing the fearful situation with an optimistic outlook.
“Whatever you need Minny, we’re here for you. We’ll get that money, just leave it to us and—”
“I’ll do it.”
Heads turn at the sound of your confident voice, your gaze unwavering as you send a promise to Minny as well.
“What do you mean you’ll do it?” Yunho asks incredulously, not believing his ears.
Wooyoung silently smiles at your decision, a grin forming on his face. Beside you, you can feel Seonghwa stare you down, closing your eyes as you let out a deep breath.
“I‘ll fill in as Seonghwa’s dance partner. I’ll do whatever it takes, however many rehearsals or lessons he’s willing to teach me, but one thing is for sure Minny, I’m not leaving you on your own either” you tell her, thinking back to how the girl has stood by you in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to know her.
Minny stands up abruptly, rushing over to you and knocking your breath out by giving you a tight hug.
“Thank you” her voice cracks, knowing how much this meant to you while feeling sorry at the same time. “Thank you so much”
You hug her back gently, letting your hands pat her back in response.
“No more than a few shows.” Seonghwa mutters while crossing his arms, causing you to pull back.
“Three shows and that’s it” he states, not believing what he’s gotten himself into.
He walks off, slamming the barn door closed. Hongjoong sighed, muttering a word of ‘good luck’ to you.
“This is gonna be very interesting” Mingi whispers to Yunho who looks at you with slight worry.
“He‘ll teach you everything you need to know, baby” Minny reassures you as she wipes her own tears away. She sniffles, turning your chest so you could face her properly.
“I know you can do this”
Holy fuck you couldn’t do this.
What on earth did these dancers wear? Was everything always this suffocating and tight?
“Come on out” Seonghwa impatiently states for the second time, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floors of the dance studio, arms crossed against the black tank top he wore for today's first practice.
You felt the tight material of the dance leotard hug your body in places you didn’t know you could even show off, and you felt every fiber of your being regret the decision you made to say yes.
Awkwardly, you step out from behind the folding screen, clutching your arms self-consciously around your body as the tight outfit felt foreign and made you feel exposed.
Seonghwa narrows his eyes as he suddenly comes forward to rest his hands on your hips, shifting them forward and making you cry out in surprise.
“What-”
“Turn around for me” he states without wasting time, watching as you reluctantly turn slowly. It allows him to get a view of the back, but it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed when his large palms keep their place on your body as you move beneath.
“It’ll do” he decides, leaving you standing timidly when he goes to place the stylus on the Solomon Burke record. The music rings throughout the empty studio offered for private lessons.
“Follow my steps” he orders, swiftly moving to the front of the room and facing the mirrors.
The loud music makes you overwhelmed, unsure how to even begin copying the first step when Seonghwa takes swift, graceful shuffles, displaying how to move to the beat.
“I want your form always straight. That means chin up, shoulders back”
You look back in confusion, your steps hesitant as you copied him.
“Try and keep up, baby” he huffs, watching you dance like a baby deer learning to walk.
You bite your lip, repeating the moves Seonghwa had just shown you in complete focus, unaware when his presence comes closer and you suddenly feel his breath hit your neck. You lightly gasp when strong arms support your own, his hips moving against yours.
“Sometimes the steps aren’t enough,” he urges, his deep voice entering your ear.
“Feel the music”
You glance up into the full length dance mirror, following the way he was skillfully molding your body to move to his own wishes. Your heart continued to beat against your chest, throwing you off with the rhythm of the vinyl that was currently playing out loud.
When he sees you distracted, Seonghwa bites his lips, grips your hips and spins you around, making you grasp onto his biceps as your ankles stumble in the dance heels you weren’t accustomed to.
“I want you staring at your own body when you dance and look into the mirror” He warns you, firmly holding you in his grasp.
“Not on me, baby”
A moment of silence passed as you looked up at him stunned.
“Nod if you understand”
You swallow. Following his orders.
With one last smirk, he spins you back around and lets go before now going in front to put you in another starting position.
“Eyes on my feet now, honey”
The next few weeks have you going through pairs of shoes faster than the number of cigarettes you saw Seonghwa burning at every dance practice. You found yourself waltzing through hotdog orders, practicing steps and dance moves Seonghwa practiced with you while filling up pints of beer and serving tables.
You really wanted to do a good job and you would do whatever it takes in order to prove that to Seonghwa and Minny.
When you passed by other staff, you could hear the hushed whispers going around.
Why was she hanging with him? What was she doing in that studio?
Thankfully, no one dared to challenge you once they confirmed who you were spending all your late night evenings and early weekends with. It came across as though you and Seonghwa were secretly dating, when in fact, Seonghwa was meticulously putting you through hell every time he saw you. He had to teach you to keep up with the strict choreography he adjusted for you when you came to fill Minny’s shoes.
But he was growing all the more frustrated with you at every practice, and you were well aware of it.
“Hold on the fifth count I said, goddamn it baby are you deaf?”
Seonghwa yells at you from across the sweltering hot studio one rainy afternoon. It was only two days before your first performance.
With two days left on the clock, the pressure was getting to the experienced dancer, knowing he had to make sure you did flop on your ass the minute you went on that stage.
But that was unfair to assume you weren’t struggling with your own share of concerns, putting your mind and body through hell just to try and keep up.
“And what's up with your turns today? You gotta concentrate! Is this your idea of fun?”
He takes the cigarette hanging in his mouth and flings it out the open window, the pouring rain thundering above the barn as you glared at him, teeth gritting with anger.
You were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached with soreness as sweat trickled down your forehead and covered your eyesight. Your feet ached, your back felt like shit, and your patience with Seonghwa and his excruciatingly annoying nagging was wearing thin.
Placing your hands on your hips, you turn to face the man in front of you properly, feeling like you’ve had just enough of his bullshit.
“Oh yes, as a matter of fact this is my idea of fun” you sarcastically barked back, stepping forward to him in your dancing heels that tapped against the shiny, shellac floorboards below you.
“We’ve got the show coming up in two fucking days, you wont show me lifts, I’m not even sure on how to properly do turns, and yet I’m doing all this just to help that poor girls future, even if you’re being a fucking asshole and all I want to do is drop you”
Seonghwa ticks his jaw, sweat forming above his brow as he looks down at you.
The rain continues to pour, sloshing down the trees and seeping into small puddles over the open window ledge.
He pushes off the full length dance mirrors, the sounds of rain growing louder outside. Shuffling back as he approached, you still kept your gaze locked on his own.
You hated that even when you were pissed at him, he still looked that good.
“What?” You bit back at Seonghwa who peered down at you.
“Do you have a raincoat?”
You look at him in confusion. “No, why?”
He turns to the couch nearby, grabbing his leather jacket and flinging it over to you, seeing you barely catch it in surprise. He doesn’t turn to look at you, simply walking near the window to inspect the rain before he calls back.
“Cover yourself with that and follow me”
You trudged through the wet rain, droplets hitting your legs as Seonghwa’s leather jacket protected you from getting wet on your head. He had decided to face the rain head on, quite literally, choosing to get wet while leading you down the hill to a different part of the forest nearby the resort.
“Where are you taking me, Seonghwa?” You called out, eyes squinting just to see him through the pouring droplets.
He said nothing, giving you no clue as to where you were going before eventually stopping under a grand oak tree that had to have been at least a few hundred years old. Its bark and long strong branches were a testament to time.
It was only then had the rain decided to stop, the clouds clearing bit by bit as the sun shined through the cracks of leaves.
Seonghwa’s jacket sat slumped over your shoulders, watching as he brushed his damp locks out of his face and turned so his back was no longer facing you.
“When you dance, baby, what do you feel?” He blurts out, looking at you as he tries to read your expressions.
You sighed, lips parting to say something before they closed shut.
“Like I don’t have the slightest clue as to what I’m doing” You confessed, looking towards the boy holding a soft look in his eyes.
“Dancing is not just about how your body moves, baby. When you dance, your body is the vessel, but your soul is the driver.” Seonghwa described, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders to reveal your white tank top underneath.
He throws the leather to hang over on a branch nearby, before beginning to unbuckle his pants and catch you off guard.
“What the hell are you doing, Seonghwa?!” You shrieked, trying to look away as you couldn’t believe the man in front of you was stripping. “Put your clothes back on, Jesus Christ” you exclaimed, trying to tear your eyes away from the strong, tanned thighs that slipped from the hem of his pants.
Seonghwa stands in front of you in his boxers and black tank top, watching your expression.
“When you dance with someone, you get a feeling of the pulse in your heart as it lets every note guide your next movement. It's about the connection” he says as he lifts the corners of his top over his head, exposing his chest and sculpted upper body.
You stood there, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.
“We can connect just fine with our clothes on, don’t you think?” You retorted back nervously.
Seonghwa ignores your comment, shifting closer to you and grasping your hand in his own to set your palm against the flesh of his right chest, his heartbeat resonating against your fingertips.
You still your movements as you feel the intimacy of it all, hearing what he has to say.
“It’s a game of give and take, of trust and tension. Every beat I share with you when I dance is a promise. Every spin is a challenge. There’s no holding back, no second-guessing. It’s raw, it’s intimate and it lets two bodies speak the language of the music they’re dancing to.” He tells you passionately. You stand there with just Seonghwa, a warm feeling spreading in your chest.
“I’m trusting you, baby” He utters softly, gazing at you. “So I need you to trust me too”
He looks down at your body, his gaze following your fingers absentmindedly playing with your dance skirt. You look back up at Seonghwa, tracing the faint wrinkles near his eyes, the curve of his jaw, and the structure of his overall face. If trust was what he was talking about, then trust he would get.
You shrug your tank top off, exposing the white lacy bra you had on underneath. Thank god you wore something nice today. Seonghwa lets his hand find their usual place around your hips, letting you shrug out of the oversized rain boots you borrowed from before, padding your bare feet over the damp, freshly rained grass.
The moment is quiet, personal. You’ve never done anything like this with Seonghwa before, or with any other person for that matter.
“You’re real pretty when you listen well” You hear from above you, cheeks flaring up and mouth becoming dry as you shoot a look at Seonghwa focused on your eyes.
“I’m joking,” he smiles. “You’re always pretty”
Was Park Seonghwa flirting with you right now? The guy you swore had it out for you every time you crushed his toe with your heel? You can't even believe the fact that you two were standing here in this vast luscious meadow, half naked under an oak tree and sharing this intimate moment together.
He lets go of your touch, running a few steps back as he readies himself to lift you. With a clap of his hand, he leans a little forward so the silver chain around his neck hangs back and forth.
“C’mon baby, I know you’ve got it” he grins.
Here it was. The big lift. The one move you had been dreading during the whole entirety of rehearsing. Every single time you even tried listening to Seonghwa explain it to you made your palms sweaty, the image of you falling to the ground and breaking your skull imprinting your mind.
The grassy ground feels foreign beneath your feet, but you can see why Seonghwa chose to bring you here in this vast meadow to practice lifts. It was far better being cooped up inside a studio. This was away from the resort. Away from people. Just the two of you.
You see him urge you to run. He’s watching you carefully, ready to support you. And so with his trust, you're sprinting forward, sharing a loud scream as Seonghwa hoists you up into the air. It was just enough so that your upper body lifted up magically, seeing a new level of your natural environment. Your toes are off the ground for a few moments before you're brought back down.
You’re so close to him that your breath becomes shared, noses on the verge of hitting each other as you glance at his lips for a split second. You’re hyper aware of how he feels right now, his hands on your body keeping you safe and god dammit you realize you kinda do like it. You like Seonghwa, and he looks as though he might like you back.
He clears his throat, finally pulling away.
“Good, that’s it, I want you to do the exact same thing but hold your core longer this time” He tells you, cautiously taking a few more steps back on the soft, plush grass. “I’m gonna raise you up a bit higher”
You let out a deep breath, shaking your nerves though you confessed to Seonghwa the fear that had been circling your thoughts.
“I don’t want to hurt you,”
He chuckles but then softly assures you, his heart clenching.
“You won’t hurt me baby. Now again! Jump!”
Finally the night of the performance comes. You’ve practiced your steps, you’ve tailored your dress, you’ve noted to keep your shoulders up like the hundreds of times Seonghwa told you so, and you’ve prayed even more times for the lift to turn out well. But the pre-performance jitters are still really getting to you.
Peeking out from behind the backstage curtain of the hotel you and Seonghwa were performing for, your eyes look over the crowd of folks present tonight to see you dance.
God, you felt as though your stomach was going to fall out of your ass. You feel nauseous, looking around to see if there was a mop bucket or something for you to puke your guts in when a warm hand comes to rest on your waist, turning you around so your back hits the stage wall.
Suddenly you realize you’re trapped underneath Seonghwa’s hold.
“Hey, look at me baby” Seonghwa tells you, voice firm but softening a bit when your nervous eyes reach up to his. He looks dashing in his sleek suit slash tuxedo, his hair gelled back and different from the soft curls that would hand over his forehead when you two practiced. You watch as he begins to assure you.
“Just like we practiced.” He brushes a loose curl from your hair, the action making butterflies explode in your already nervous stomach. You bite your rouge coloured lips, the sparkly dress and heavy makeup Minny did for you making you feel out of place. You're scared of messing this up.
“Follow my lead and you’ll do great.”
Seonghwa seems nervous but there wasn’t a possibility it could be as much as you were. Your lips part softly when he touches your arm to remind you one last time.
“And sweetheart, don’t forget to have fun” he grins. You nodded back, your thoughts clearing a bit thanks to his comfort.
And now, the Sheldrake Hotel presents Park Seonghwa and partner in Mambo Magic!
The voice through the microphone pulls you from the wall. Carefully, Seonghwa takes your hand in his own, straightening his posture and flashing you one last look before you take to the stage, the blinding show lights coming into view as the audience claps enthusiastically. The stage looks bigger than it did off stage, your mouth feeling like there were cotton balls shoved inside it. He takes his position behind you, hand on your hip like you’ve practiced a million times when the music finally begins.
It’s funny how the body acts on its own. One second you're completely still and the next you're following Seonghwa to the rhythm of the music, your steps fast, precise.
Before you knew, your body already knew.
He spins you around, grasping your hand as the skirt of your red dress flowed gracefully, hearing the sounds of the impressed audience watching below.
Every move you made fell in line with what you had learned, a reassuring comfort to have Seonghwa’s hands on your body almost the whole time as you let him serenade both you and the audience.
“Doing so well” He muttered under his breath, his expression never changing as you successfully executed your cross body lead. A little bit of pride grows in his heart. Seonghwa does incredibly like he always did, watching how his expressions changed to correspond with the music, his dancing following with the changes in tempo. Park Seonghwa was born to perform.
Finally it comes time for the grand finale. The lift. Seonghwa steps back, giving you the space you needed before he ushers you into your cue. You don’t know what happens to you after doing well so far, but you stop right at the end of your tracks, come face to face with a bewildered looking Seonghwa who watches you attempt a random dance move to keep the music going.
God, no!
His arms find his way around you, leading you into his steps expertly before soon the song ends and you're both posing with baited breath, face to face with the final spotlight shining down.
The audience erupts into applause, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You did it, and it was over, but you still had to swallow the disappointing truth.
You didn’t make the lift.
Seonghwa takes your hand in his own, both of you taking a deep bow before striding off stage. Only when you're out of the stage lights do you burst in apology, catching your breath from dancing.
“I’m so sorry, Seonghwa.” shaking your head as you already expected the criticisms to follow. “I chickened out at the last minute and I couldn’t do the lift. I-I thought I could, but then I saw you and I didn’t want to risk it, and I’m pretty sure I was late on that last step and I’m really sorry for stepping on your toe-”
His hands engulf your body into his own. Inhaling his strong cologne and the musky smell of cedar and cigarettes, Seonghwa has his arms wrapped around your body in sheer proudness, patting your hair and whispering softly into your ear.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, you hear me?” He says, cutting you off. You didn’t know what to say, your body tensing under his sudden actions.
“I don’t care about the lift, baby. We can work on that later” he comforts you. He pulls back, watching your stunned face. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but he stops to collect his words.
“You were incredible… you did so well.” The compliments circle towards your beating heart, making your worries disappear with what he says next.
“Minny would be proud of you” he smiles, the corners of his mouth turned upwards.
You grinned back, tears forming in your eyes with huge relief. You hug him back wholeheartedly this time, the other performers watching you two backstage.
You shared the embrace for a while longer than before. This time, not as dance partners but perhaps something a little more.
After the first performance, you continued practicing with each other. You both learned to adjust to each other's dancing, and the lifts and spins eventually came like second nature to you. Soon, sweltering July heat faded into soft August showers. A close partnership blossomed between you and Seonghwa, finding each other's rhythm every time you snuck from the west building to practice in the abandoned barn house, even when the dance studio was closed. You found yourself running off to dance with the boy, even when your performances were over. You already raised enough money by booking shows at every hotel, inn and resort nearby, and you were more than relieved to have found a doctor in town, willing to help Minny.
And what do you know, you and Seonghwa turned out to be too good of a dancing couple to not do a few more extra shows with. Dancing turned into a real, second job for you now, and that meant the chemistry between you two changed.
“Promise me you’ll take care of him” Minny asks you the night before she’s headed into town. You know she means Seonghwa. Her manicured nails grasped your hands and held them close. She would be gone for a few days for the procedure, but she knew she had to still say her thanks to you before she left.
Minny stands in front of you looking like a girl scared shitless for her life. You knew how strong she was for going through all this, and you only prayed for her to receive the best outcome that reflects her choice. Not the outcome any other fucking person wanted in order to criticize her for her mistakes.
Your eyes soften when she mentions Seonghwa.
“I’ve danced with him since we were kids, baby.” she confesses. “I know what he looks like when he’s out there performing, that, that look he has that makes him feel like he’s got everything he needs in the world.”
“He looks like that with you. I know he wants you just as much as you do”
You blush, shaking your head in denial before she catches you into a gentle hug.
“I could never thank you enough, baby” she whispers, making your heart go warm. “You’ve done a favour for me that no other being but a real friend could do”
For the first time since coming here, you felt as though you could confidently say you had found happiness in something, and that was from finding both a passion and a friend.
“C’mon Minny” Yunho softly calls for her from behind, leaning against his car with the door open. He’s gonna drive her into town and take care of her just like he said he would.
He looks back at you with a smile, and you reciprocate it back to the blonde boy.
“Drive safe” you told them, watching Minny wave you goodbye.
You were undeniably scared for Minny.
But seeing her walk back to intertwine her fingers with Yunho who stands by her side by the door of the car, looking as though he was ready to fight the entire world for her, you knew that she would be okay.
“C’mon doll, I didn’t teach you to dance with form like that” Seonghwa teases you one afternoon a few days later, the barn house empty as you two fooled around with a new set of LP’s Hongjoong bought.
He slides his strong arms down your thighs, adjusting the casual position you were dancing in, though the gesture is in fact far from innocent. And it still makes a smile curl onto your face.
You shake from his hold with a gasp, feigning fake innocence and batting your lashes to a cocky looking Seonghwa who stares down at you with pulsating desire.
“Now don’t go correcting me about form when I can see your hands just can’t keep to themselves” you teased, your hands ghosting over his exposed skin under his shirt, pushing away his grabby arms as you suddenly switched roles. You were becoming the teacher and him, the student.
Seonghwa groans at your cruel teasing, watching your legs shuffle themselves to the music, your hips brushing against each other every so often that it drives Seonghwa mad to have to keep his composure like this for another second longer.
“Look at you move, Jesus Christ” he mutters.
“Uh uh, you keep your eyes on the mirror, Hwa” You commented, using his own words he once used against him. “Not on me, baby” you smiled.
Seonghwa doesn’t think he can take it anymore and swipes a hand to hover near your ass, gripping the flesh hungrily so your back was pressed to his chest and he could feel you dance against his body. Nothing would be able to pass in between you.
You bit your tongue to prevent letting out a moan. Did he always have to pull the rug right under your feet like that? Just when you were finally starting to get the upper hand in the moment, he leaves you feeling like you had no absolute control from the beginning.
“Keep it up and let’s see what happens” he hums into your ear, the movement of your bodies having reached a new level of comfort and compatibility.
You just fit so well together now.
He continued to rock you back against his thigh, matching the slow tempo of the music. Even while you couldn’t see him due to your eyes being closed in pure bliss, you could feel his stare on your face. The expression you put on while grinding against his body, his intent stare reflecting through the mirror.
All that sexual tension that had been manifesting between you two these past weeks was reaching its limit. The time was now, and Seonghwa was afraid it would all end with him doing whatever it was that he wanted to do to your sweet body.
The last song on the record ends as the vinyl comes to a stop. You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa gazing down at you.
“Keep moving,” he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek. He wanted you to move not because the music was telling you, but because your heart was telling you.
There's that thumping feeling of your heart that makes your ribs rattle against your chest, pressing on the tips of your toes to look him properly in the eyes.
“If you want me to move, you’re gonna ask me nicely, Seonghwa” who marvels at the sight of how far you’ve grown out of your shy timid shell.
“Look at my baby making demands” he says in astonishment, a giggle escaping out from you. Then the dancer stoops his neck down, leaning close to fulfill your request.
“Please, baby” he moans, watching as your hands creeped up his chest. He looks at you with an intense gaze, sucking you into a need that’s bordering obsession.
“Be my good little girl”
Your lips crash into his, your actions becoming the fuel to set ablaze a burning fire of lust that leaves Seonghwa hoisting you up into his arms, hands supporting your thighs as he pushes you against the full length mirror.
“Fucking finally” he mumbled as front teeth clashed, fighting for dominance with you as you made out passionately. His hands caged you against the wall while your thighs straddled his hips and your legs linked from behind his ass. You could feel Seonghwa’s hard member pressing against you up from through his slacks, letting out beautiful whines and deep gasps as your pussy craved for pleasure.
“Please, Hwa” it turned into now your turn to beg. You allowed access for his lips to trail down your open jaw onto the skin of your neck, his breath tickling you.
He coos at your pathetic state, deciding to sit himself down onto a nearby couch in front of the mirror, bringing your thighs to cradle him on each side, knowing that this position would give him the perfect view of your back.
He moans, feeling your lips press hickies against his neck, his eyes following the curve of your ass in your jeans.
“Let me see you move, baby”
Those words mean something different now. They can’t mean what they did before in rehearsals. Not when you’re laying on top of Seonghwa right now, stripping your clothes off, so that his cock finally brushes against your sopping wet folds.
Seonghwa is big. Even with just his pants on, his belt unbuckled and his leaking tip poking through, you can tell he’s hiding a little more length underneath. He doesn’t dare take his lips off of you, moaning as he hurriedly shuffled through the pockets of his leather jacket hanging nearby, taking out a condom as a few others fell to the floor. Why even bother to pick them up when he knew it would be easy access for him when he fucks you against the floor later.
“Seonghwa, quickly” you begged softly, watching him slide the latex over his cock. It had been so long since you felt anyone inside you. Your first time had felt so underwhelming and disappointing you thought you’d never want to have sex again.
But fuck that because Seonghwa here has you begging like a bitch in heat.
He stops his movements to look at you properly, holding your soft cheek in his right palm as he brings you back from a hazy trance.
“Hey, listen to me” he mutters, looking almost like he was in pain to fight back the urge to not just take you right there.
“I want you so bad, baby, I really do” he mumbles, his raven coloured hair falling from its secured style to frame his face. He catches his breath for a moment to look in your desperate eyes.
“But I also want to make sure I hear it from you”
You’re about to give him what he wants, but the words get choked up when Seonghwa accidentally shifts his hips in a way that causes him to slip in his seat, rutting his hips up and feeling his bulbous tip slap your awaiting entrance.
You mewl, clawing at the sofa material.
“Shit, fuck, I-I need to hear you say it baby. Tell me you need me” he sighs, watching you cry out loud and fall to his chest, his arms cradling you while your bare tits brushed against him. “Can you tell me you need me?” he whispers.
“Seonghwa, I need you right fucking now” you reply instantly, not believing how long its taking for him to make love to you on his lap.
“I need you” you repeat a dozen times, yelping when the anticipating stretch you were dreaming of finally came.
Seonghwa allows his strong arms to wrap around you and support you, pressing kisses on the side of your forehead. “That’s my good girl”
“Oh fuck”
“Doing so good. Look at your form through that mirror” he observed, watching your back arch from behind you, staring as his cock disappeared when you sank down again and again.
You gripped his shoulder, unsure of his deal with watching him fuck you, but you let him do so, the pleasure consuming you. A sound was building inside of you as your hips snapped to the rhythm that Seonghwa made for you, watching you ride him. He was leading you, just as he always did on the dance floor,
That sound struggled to be let out. A cry, a sob. . . you weren’t certain what would follow next, just knowing that Seonghwa’s cock felt so good. Too good.
His hands grip the mounds of your behind, his breath turning uneven with every passing second.
“Look at my little baby, too fucked and drunk on my cock to even speak properly” he smiles, throwing his head back when he feels your walls clench harder. His hands roam your beautifully strong thighs.
The lewd squelching is embarrassing to hear resonate throughout the empty bar house, mumbling incoherent words when all of sudden, Seonghwa slaps one of your ass cheeks, causing a burst of fire to spread through your legs, your already weak knees breaking their position as your breath hitched into a surprised yelp.
“Fuck, Seonghwa!” You moaned loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls.
“You like that baby, don’t you?” He teases. Your knees begin to give out, turning your face away from the mirror so you wouldn’t have to watch as Seonghwa used you mercilessly. His pupils were dilated, a slight obsession forming while watching you.
“Pretty things have to be watched properly, don’t they?” he tuts, pulling your hair to the side and letting your head turn on his chest so you were now forced to get a glimpse of both your expressions in the mirror reflecting you. He already feels that you’re both close.
“S-shut the h-ah- hell up” you had the audacity to mumble, tears forming near your eyes that make him laugh sadistically. He wasn’t even gonna spank you for that tone, he‘ll just fuck you harder.
“But you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you?” He goes back to his soft voice, palming your ass as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“You’re still gonna take all of my fucking cock, right baby?”
You nodded compliantly, the last few whines leaving your swollen lips from biting them too much, as it suddenly feels all too much.
“Yes, yes, I’ll take it!”
Your shuddering as your orgasm takes over you and you let out a weak noise, feeling Seonghwa fuck you till he came as well.
“T-Take me” you mumbled under your breath, giving into the submission. “Make yourself feel good too” you sighed, knowing that he would treat you the same, if not better.
And at that, his cock twitches, letting out a groan as he finds his release too. Your warm walls clenching and unclenching periodically.
Heavy breathing resonates throughout the room. The smell of sweat and sex undeniable, falling on top of Seonghwa as he cherished you for a few minutes more, praising you all the while.
”So good to me baby” he pants, holding you as he switches positions to place your back against the couch now.
“So fucking good to me” he sighs, letting you catch your breath
You feel his hands coming to either side of your head as he pulls out his cock, whimpering at the empty feeling as you looked down to see the shiny condom filled with his seed reflecting the light. You close your eyes, letting a hand travel down to gently tug on the pulsating tip of his cock that rests on your lower stomach. Seonghwa groans, silently thinking he has to tell you or else he’ll regret it.
Your legs spread a little bit further, feeling his slick coat your stomach. Perhaps he would let you suck —
“I love you”
You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa is looking down at you like he’s never done before, sweat glistening on his skin as his chest heaved out every last breath from him.
You both lay there in silence, feeling stunned as you watched him lean down and press a kiss to your frozen lips.
“Fuck, I’m in love with you baby”
You blink away small tears, feeling embarrassed that the post-sex endorphins were doing this to you but Seonghwa paid no attention. He was the same.
“I really love you” he says again, almost as if he was saying out loud to realize it again. It makes you wrap your arms around him and pull him in close. You finally whispered back.
“I love you too, Seonghwa”
It feels right. To be here with him and to feel this way. To feel good.
For so long, a part of you felt as though you could never fully enjoy anything you did. This summer job you took up had you looking at life with a one track mind, thinking everyone here was temporary. Though in that moment as you pulled Seonghwa in closer, you knew he wouldn’t be temporary.
This boy would be forever.
“Baby?” Seonghwa calls to you after a moment passes, just as you’re bathing in the sweet feeling of gentle aftercare and calmness.
You hum, the head resting against your chest moves as he adjusts himself to be face to face, with you looking up at him. He caresses your hair in his hands.
“Tell me your real name.”
It takes you a second before the name spills from your lips.
Seonghwa smiles, pulling you in closer and tucking his chin in the valley of your neck.
“It’s beautiful. And it suits you. Suits you just fine”
𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄:
Seonghwa pats your back softly, calling you by your real name which he silently wishes you told him earlier, just so he could've called you by it more.
You shake your head insistently, words coming out muffled as you hold him in your arms, desperately trying to remember this feeling for a moment more.
“Five more minutes” you quickly stated, making Seonghwa break into a soft grin.
“I gotta go, love”
You didn’t take that for an answer, fighting back the tears and frustrations as you looked up.
“You don’t have to leave” you cried, lashes fluttering as the teardrops fell from your eyes. Seonghwa looks down at you, calmly wiping them away. Yunho was right. Sometimes you really were a baby.
“You could stay. don’t go” you begged naively.
It was only so long before your Aunt found out about you sneaking around with Seonghwa, and it didn’t take the boy a split second before he knew he wasn’t gonna let you lose the job. So he took the full blame.
His car is packed, his small box of belongings that he came here with sitting in his backseat as the clouds drifting in the blue summer sky above, cast a shadow down over you two.
This summer will never be forgotten. What you had learned, what you experienced, what you had felt. It would stick with you wherever you’d go. In that sense, Seonghwa would then still be with you forever. Maybe just not side by side with you.
He looks down at you and asks you softly.
“Are you gonna keep dancing even when I’m gone?” His thumb places itself underneath your chin, making you look up at him.
You nod. There was no denying it.
“Then that’s all I need”
Seonghwa smashes his lips against yours for one last time, making you stifle your cries as your lips move in sync, savouring each others taste.
He’s first to let you go, brushing the tears away with his thumb and grabbing his leather jacket that he left perched on the hood of his car.
Without any more words, Seonghwa gets inside the driver seat and starts the engine, a roar coming to life as he slowly drives off into the distance, leaving you standing alone with a hand over your heart.
(THE END OF) BC’S FRESHMAN LINE
sources & transcript below the cut
Screenshot of BC vs DU, 2024 Frozen Four Finals // Frozen Four: Boston College loses to Denver in national championship // Gabe Perreault // Ryan Leonard // Fortesa Latifi // Leonard has unfinished business // Gabe Perreault Returning // John Banville // Smith signs with the Sharks // Another Nightmare - The Vaccines // Celebrini, Smith becoming fast friends // Gold and Bones, Friday Pilots Club // the NHL will wait // Samson, Regina Spektor // Smith, Perreault // Leonard, Perreault // Smith, Leonard // BC Line // five more minutes
ID’s are in order of appearance.
(1) Black text on a lilac background, the beginning of Fortesa Latifi’s poem The Truth About Grief. Text reads:
all my grief says the same thing:
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
(2) Screencap of the 2024 Frozen Four Championship match broadcast. The final score reads DENVER 2 - BOSTON COLLEGE 0. The broadcast is zoomed in on Boston College Eagles player Will Smith, who is kneeling on the ice with his helmet cage partially lifted. The chin guard obscures his mouth, he rests his chin on his glove. His hair is dark and stuck to his face from sweat. His eyes, seen through the cage, are red rimmed and haunted.
(3) Photo of Boston College Eagles player Gabe Perreault after BC’s loss to Denver. He stares out at the ice with his stick still in his hands. Captain Eamon Powell’s head can be seen at the bottom of the photo — he is at Perreault’s feet having fallen to his knees after the final whistle.
(4) Photo of Boston College Eagles player Ryan Leonard during the same loss. He is on his knees and curled up with his head bowed on the ice, hidden between his fisted hands, overwhelmed by grief. He looks small against the empty sheet of ice.
(5) Black text on a white background. It is a headline that reads: “Frozen Four: Boston College loses to Denver in national championship”
(6) The end of Latifi’s poem, black text on lilac:
and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says:
but this is how it is
(7) Black text on a white background. Headline reads: “Leonard has unfinished business before making jump to NHL with Capitals” subheading reads: “Forward, No. 8 pick in 2023 Draft, focused on Boston College quest for NCAA title this season”
(8) Black text on white. Headline reads: “Boston College Hockey Forward Gabe Perreault Returning For Sophomore Season”
(9) From John Banville’s The Sea. Grey text on pale green. Text reads: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
(10) Black text on white. Headline reads: “Smith, No. 4 pick of 2023 NHL Draft, signs with Sharks.”
(11) From Another Nightmare by the Vaccines. Black text on orange. Text reads:
You announced to the stadium that
You knew that you were leaving and you’d never come back
Even for love
It wasn’t enough
(12) Article excerpt: “I think it was time to take the next step,” Smith said. “It’s the best league in the world and you’re getting the best players every single night. That’s definitely something that factored in wanting to make that decision.
“It was a really tough decision because of just how much I love BC and my teammates there,” Smith said. “We had a really special bond. Honestly, before I left for [2024 IIHF World Championship] I’d made up my mind that I was going to sign, but I wanted to make sure I did it at the right time.”
(13) From Gold and Bones by Friday Pilots Club. White text on black. Text reads:
Between feeling alive and feeling fine
But I won’t beg, and I won’t look back
‘Cause somewhere deep I know you want that
(14) Article excerpt: “It doesn’t matter the players that left or the players that come in, our coaching staff is going to put together a team that wants to win a national championship,” said Leonard.
(15) From Samson by Regina Spektor. White text on red. Text reads: I LOVED YOU FIRST, I LOVED YOU FIRST
(16) White text on teal. Headline reads: “Sharks roommates Celebrini, Smith becoming fast friends”
(17) Photo of San Jose Sharks teammates Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith grinning at each other during Sharks Development Camp. Other Sharks prospects mill about around them.
(18) Black text on white. Headline reads: “World Juniors: BC Line of Hagens, Leonard, and Perreault Looking Historic for Team USA”
(19) Article excerpt: Part of the reason that this line has been so impactful for the Americans is that the trio plays together at Boston College, driving the offence for their NCAA squad as well. Hagens was a natural fit with Leonard and Perreault after their former NTDP center Will Smith left BC to turn pro with the San Jose Sharks this season.
(20) From Spektor’s Samson again. White text on red. Text reads: I HAVE TO GO, I HAVE TO GO
(21) Cropped photo of Gabe Perreault (left) and Will Smith (right) during a celly. Smith cradles Perreault’s head as they bump helmets. Smith’s eyes are closed, his mouth is open in a laugh.
(22) Cropped photo of Ryan Leonard (left) and Gabe Perreault (right) during a celly. Their arms are around each other tightly, they smile joyfully. Just visible behind them is the top of Will Smith’s (#6) helmet.
(23) Cropped photo of Ryan Leonard (left) and Will Smith (right) during a celly. Smith has jumped into Leonard, they share a joyful embrace. Smith grins wide and Leonard appears to be mid-yell.
(24) Photo of Ryan Leonard, Gabe Perreault, and Will Smith on the bench during a match. They all lean forward over the boards and have put their heads together, presumably to conspire.
(26) Black text on white. Text reads: “In another universe we had five more minutes”
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