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ABSOLUTE VALUE OF ROMANCE (2026) text posts (1/?)

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MY ROYAL NEMESIS (2026) text posts (1/?)

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NCT WISH AS SANRIO CHARACTERS !

a/n: i can't say it's biblically accurate but they are in my brain <3 yushi cinnamoroll agenda!!!

SION - ESPRESSO

i'm biased coughs cute, distinguished, smart, intj kings, vocals <3

YUSHI - CINNAMOROLL

cute, shy, cinnamon roll, lasts -2.5 bites also does not play about his idols

RIKU - CHOCO CAT

kitty ^^ government assigned animal. kuri and choco cat are cousins be fr.

JAEHEE - POMPOMPURIN

golden retriever, cute, pudding :( lasts 1.5 bites tops

RYO - KEROPPI

smol, bubbly, sporty, very cute :(

SAKUYA - MY MELODY

cute, pink and in charge of the bakery <3

bonus because he's so cute :(((

SION - HELLO KITTY

cutest ever. sobs.

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hello hello! i really loved your idea with the whole ohshc x nct wish comparison and it got me inspired to make a SMAU out of it 😅😅😅 i was wondering if i could have your consent in making something out of that? i will definitely tag you in it and credit you as the inspiration 🙏🏻🙏🏻💕

hi!!! I'm sorry I'm so late 😭😭 but yes you can <33 I'm happy you liked it !!!

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Hiii do u take request?

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"Shin Seo-ri all the way."

MY ROYAL NEMESIS (2026) - ep. 3

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["smug bastard" | j. gyehyeon]

genre(s): fluff? secret agent au | warnings: fem! reader, slightly suggestive, flirty gyehyeon, yn lowk just wants to punch him in the face (he enjoys that) </3 | words: 2.0k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.

a/n: idk if i like this but gyehyeon is hot 🤕 lowk just wanted a reason to write him flirty

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The music was too soft for a room filled with predators.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilled silver across marble floors, more polished than the rehearsed laughter of the people there.

Politicians. CEOs. Crime lords pretending to be philanthropists crowded the room, reeking of wealth.

And beside you, stood the man you hated the most.

Gyehyeon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve calmly, like this was just another evening instead of a mission that could end with both of you dead.

You resisted the urge to stab him with your heel.

“You’re glaring again,” he murmured.

“I’m imagining ways to strangle you.”

“Hm.” His mouth twitched. “You’d do that to your partner?”

“We are not partners.”

“Tonight we are.” His eyes drifted over you slowly.

You hated that pause in your heartbeat. Hated it even more because he noticed.

Of course he did.

Outside the ballroom doors, you bent slightly to adjust the strap of your heel with growing irritation. The damned thing had loosened again.

Before you could crouch down properly, Gyehyeon did first.

You blinked. “What are you…-”

“Hold still.”

His gloved fingers wrapped around your ankle, warm despite the leather. Careful.

The red fabric of your gown pooled around you while he fixed the clasp like he belonged there at your feet, completely unbothered by the fact that one of the agency’s deadliest operatives was currently staring holes into the side of his head.

Then he looked up, a smirk appearing instantly.

“There,” he said softly. “Wouldn’t want my date falling on her face.”

You scoffed, but your pulse betrayed you when he straightened to full height again, one hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Way too close.

The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to him faintly.

“Remember,” he whispered near your ear, voice low enough that only you could hear, “they need to believe we like each other.”

“I’d rather take a bullet.”

“Don’t tempt fate.”

His fingers poked your cheek lightly.

“Smile for me."

You slapped his hand away instantly, glaring up at him while he laughed under his breath, quiet but entirely too pleased with himself.

God, you hated him.

Hated his confidence. Hated how untouchable he acted. Hated the way every room seemed to bend around him.

And worst of all, hated how attractive he looked tonight.

His dark hair was pushed back just enough, though a few strands still fell carelessly over his forehead like the entire look had been crafted to appear effortless.

The open collar of his suit, revealing the line of his collarbone, only made him look more dangerous, less polished diplomat, more…like a wolf dressed in silk.

You wished he’d stop looking at you like that.

Like he already knew you were losing this battle.

The ballroom doors opened and instantly, his demeanor shifted.

His teasing demeanor disappeared. In his place stood a charming socialite with an easy smile and a hand possessively resting at your waist.

You followed his lead seamlessly despite your irritation. Years of training made pretending second nature.

Heads turned the moment you entered, not because of suspicion. But together, you looked devastating.

“Seven guards near the eastern hall,” you muttered through your smile.

“Mm. Posted above the balcony. Possible spy.” Gyehyeon picked up two champagne glasses from a passing tray, handing you one naturally. “You look tense, darling.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.” His thumb brushed briefly against the bare skin of your back, hidden beneath your hair. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”

You nearly broke the champagne flute.

Someone important approached then, one of the target’s associates.

Immediately, Gyehyeon’s arm wrapped around your waist tighter, pulling you against his side for a moment.

He leaned down slightly, lips grazing near your temple as if whispering something affectionate.

To anyone watching, you looked hopelessly in love.

“Behave,” he whispered instead.

“One day,” you whispered back, “I’m going to kill you.”

His eyes gleamed, before he let go of you.

“Looking forward to it.”

Now…

Gyehyeon gave you a subtle glance, brief, before looking away. You answered with the smallest nod before turning away from him entirely, your expression softening into effortless charm as you disappeared into the crowd.

The ballroom swallowed you easily.

Music filled the air while conversations sounded. Every movement here was calculated. Somewhere beneath all the luxury was the reason you’d been sent.

And you found it quickly.

A group of young women gathered near the champagne tower, dressed in silk and diamonds, speaking in hushed excitement.

One of them matched the face from one of the pictures in file, someone close enough to the target.

Perfect.

“Ladies,” you greeted smoothly, stepping into their circle like you belonged there. “Allow me to introduce myself.”

A few of them looked you over cautiously.

The one you were there for only smiled.

“Well,” she mused, “aren’t you charming?”

You smiled back, measured and warm. “Only when I want something.”

That had earned a laugh.

The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You blended into it effortlessly, guiding topics carefully while pretending not to.

Fashion became travel. Travel became politics. Politics became business.

The hidden names. The mentions of shipments. The passing reference to a private security route. You weren't exactly content but this had to do.

Across the ballroom, Gyehyeon worked his own part smoothly. You caught glimpses of him between shifting bodies, lazily, smiling into conversations with diplomats and investors like he had not spent half his life eliminating men exactly like them. He looked relaxed but you knew better.

Then suddenly, a new voice, a shadow fell beside you.

“May I?”

A drink appeared in your peripheral vision.

You glanced at the glass first before looking up. And your stomach tightened slightly.

The target himself. Lee Ji-an.

You recognized him instantly from the files, older in person, sharper eyes, the kind smile too perfect to be genuine. Dangerous men always learned how to appear harmless.

You slipped on your prettiest smile anyway. “Of course.”

His interest in you was obvious enough to make you roll your eyes. Almost.

Across the hall, Gyehyeon noticed.

His own conversation continued uninterrupted, expression still composed.

But his fingers tightened once around the stem of his champagne glass as he watched the target lean closer toward you.

You kept smiling despite the unease crawling beneath your skin. Ji-an spoke easily, confidently, like he already owned the room and everything inside it. Including you.

When his hand brushed your arm once, your jaw tightened. But you endured it.

Another inch and you genuinely might have snapped his wrist in front of half the city’s elite.

Just then a low alarm sounded somewhere through the estate.

The music cut abruptly.

Confused murmurs spread through the ballroom as guests glanced around in alarm.

Ji-an stiffened instantly.

You caught it immediatel, the silent look exchanged between him and one of the staff members rushing toward him.

Hm…?

“Apologies,” Ji-an said smoothly, though tension now pulled at his smile. “Duty calls.”

“What a shame,” you replied sweetly.

His gaze lingered on you a second too long. “I do hope we meet again.

You almost rolled your eyes again.

Then he disappeared into the crowd.

Your attention shifted immediately, scanning the room. There wasn't any actual panic. Just controlled distraction?

And there was only one person here irritating enough to create one deliberately.

A familiar presence stepped beside you.

“Seems we’ll have to retreat early,” Gyehyeon said lightly. “How unfortunate.”

You turned slowly toward him, eyes narrowing as you met his own.

“You did that.”

“Hm?”

“Why?”

He only started walking. Infuriating.

You scoffed before following him through the nearest balcony exit, heels clicking sharply against marble while the muffled confusion inside continued behind closed doors.

Cold night air hit your skin immediately.

The moment you were out of sight, you moved.

Your hand grabbed his collar, shoving him hard against the nearest wall. The impact forced a soft grunt from him as your dagger flashed upward, pressing against his throat.

“Don’t play around with me.”

The city lights flickered behind you both, distant but enough to blur the darkness around you.

Gyehyeon looked entirely too amused for a man with a blade at his neck.

“Shouldn’t we save this for indoors?” he teased.

You pushed the dagger closer.

He let out a quiet sound at the pressure, wincing slightly this time, though the smirk never truly left his face.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed softly, relenting. “You’re rather straightforward tonight.”

“Answer me.” Your grip tightened on his collar.

“Why did you trigger the alarm?”

For once, he didn’t answer immediately.

His gaze flickered over your face instead, lingering in a way that made warmth crawl hotter than the irritation beneath your skin.

Then his eyes dropped briefly to the hand fisted in his suit before returning to yours again. His smile fell, just slightly.

“He was touching you,” he said simply.

…?

Your expression faltered for a moment.

“That,” you said slowly, “is the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Mm.” His eyes gleamed under the balcony lights. “Still did it.”

“You compromised the mission over jealousy?”

“Who said anything about jealousy?”

The dagger remained against his throat, but your focus had slipped now, caught momentarily by the way he looked beneath you like this.

Collar loosened. Hair slightly disheveled from being shoved against the wall. Breath warm against the edge of your wrist.

And worst of all, unafraid. If anything, he looked comfortable.

Like this exact moment was where he wanted to be all along. Smug bastard.

“You know,” he muttered, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, “most people buy me dinner first before pinning me against walls.”

Your glare sharpened instantly.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet…-”

You cut him off by pushing away from him entirely, releasing his collar with enough force to wrinkle the front of his suit. The dagger lowered slightly as you stepped back, putting distance between you at last.

“Try being serious for once in your life.”

But as you turned to leave, you barely made it a step before a hand caught your wrist.

The next thing you knew, you were pulled back against his chest.

Your breath hitched despite yourself.

Gyehyeon’s arm slid around your waist, firm and unyielding as he drew you flush against him, his back still resting against the stone wall. The dagger remained trapped awkwardly between you both, blade pressing near his shoulder now, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned about it.

“You’re awfully mean tonight,” he mused near your ear.

“Let go.”

“But then you’ll storm off.” His grip tightened slightly. “Just when I was starting to enjoy this.”

You tried twisting free, only for his other hand to catch your chin lightly, tilting your face upward toward his so close.

The teasing look in his eyes had dimmed into something heavier now, quieter. The night air suddenly felt thinner between you both.

You could feel his breathing.

Could see every small detail this close, the mole under his eye, the dimples that showed whenever he quirked his lips, too often, the loosened collar exposing warm skin, the strand of dark hair falling over his forehead after you shoved him earlier.

Your heartbeat betrayed you immediately.

His gaze flicked to your lips again, leaning in closer.

Close enough that you genuinely thought…-

Your fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger.

But instead of kissing you, he only hovered there, mouth brushing near your ear as his voice dropped low enough to send irritation crawling down your spine for entirely different reasons now.

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered before letting go. Just like that.

The warmth disappeared instantly as he stepped around you, adjusting his sleeves calmly like he hadn’t just nearly kissed you against a balcony wall in the middle of an operation.

By the time he glanced back at you, only the slight curve of his mouth remained.

“Hurry, we have to report back.” he said lightly before walking off into the corridor ahead.

You stared after him in disbelief, pulse still uneven.

God.

You really did hate him.

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taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @reisdoll ,, @mayflyfr <33

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GIRLLL DIS SO YUMMY

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THANKUUUU 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT <33

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["smug bastard" | j. gyehyeon]

genre(s): fluff? secret agent au | warnings: fem! reader, slightly suggestive, flirty gyehyeon, yn lowk just wants to punch him in the face (he enjoys that) </3 | words: 2.0k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.

a/n: idk if i like this but gyehyeon is hot 🤕 lowk just wanted a reason to write him flirty

⊹ ࣪ ˖

The music was too soft for a room filled with predators.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilled silver across marble floors, more polished than the rehearsed laughter of the people there.

Politicians. CEOs. Crime lords pretending to be philanthropists crowded the room, reeking of wealth.

And beside you, stood the man you hated the most.

Gyehyeon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve calmly, like this was just another evening instead of a mission that could end with both of you dead.

You resisted the urge to stab him with your heel.

“You’re glaring again,” he murmured.

“I’m imagining ways to strangle you.”

“Hm.” His mouth twitched. “You’d do that to your partner?”

“We are not partners.”

“Tonight we are.” His eyes drifted over you slowly.

You hated that pause in your heartbeat. Hated it even more because he noticed.

Of course he did.

Outside the ballroom doors, you bent slightly to adjust the strap of your heel with growing irritation. The damned thing had loosened again.

Before you could crouch down properly, Gyehyeon did first.

You blinked. “What are you…-”

“Hold still.”

His gloved fingers wrapped around your ankle, warm despite the leather. Careful.

The red fabric of your gown pooled around you while he fixed the clasp like he belonged there at your feet, completely unbothered by the fact that one of the agency’s deadliest operatives was currently staring holes into the side of his head.

Then he looked up, a smirk appearing instantly.

“There,” he said softly. “Wouldn’t want my date falling on her face.”

You scoffed, but your pulse betrayed you when he straightened to full height again, one hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Way too close.

The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to him faintly.

“Remember,” he whispered near your ear, voice low enough that only you could hear, “they need to believe we like each other.”

“I’d rather take a bullet.”

“Don’t tempt fate.”

His fingers poked your cheek lightly.

“Smile for me."

You slapped his hand away instantly, glaring up at him while he laughed under his breath, quiet but entirely too pleased with himself.

God, you hated him.

Hated his confidence. Hated how untouchable he acted. Hated the way every room seemed to bend around him.

And worst of all, hated how attractive he looked tonight.

His dark hair was pushed back just enough, though a few strands still fell carelessly over his forehead like the entire look had been crafted to appear effortless.

The open collar of his suit, revealing the line of his collarbone, only made him look more dangerous, less polished diplomat, more…like a wolf dressed in silk.

You wished he’d stop looking at you like that.

Like he already knew you were losing this battle.

The ballroom doors opened and instantly, his demeanor shifted.

His teasing demeanor disappeared. In his place stood a charming socialite with an easy smile and a hand possessively resting at your waist.

You followed his lead seamlessly despite your irritation. Years of training made pretending second nature.

Heads turned the moment you entered, not because of suspicion. But together, you looked devastating.

“Seven guards near the eastern hall,” you muttered through your smile.

“Mm. Posted above the balcony. Possible spy.” Gyehyeon picked up two champagne glasses from a passing tray, handing you one naturally. “You look tense, darling.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.” His thumb brushed briefly against the bare skin of your back, hidden beneath your hair. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”

You nearly broke the champagne flute.

Someone important approached then, one of the target’s associates.

Immediately, Gyehyeon’s arm wrapped around your waist tighter, pulling you against his side for a moment.

He leaned down slightly, lips grazing near your temple as if whispering something affectionate.

To anyone watching, you looked hopelessly in love.

“Behave,” he whispered instead.

“One day,” you whispered back, “I’m going to kill you.”

His eyes gleamed, before he let go of you.

“Looking forward to it.”

Now…

Gyehyeon gave you a subtle glance, brief, before looking away. You answered with the smallest nod before turning away from him entirely, your expression softening into effortless charm as you disappeared into the crowd.

The ballroom swallowed you easily.

Music filled the air while conversations sounded. Every movement here was calculated. Somewhere beneath all the luxury was the reason you’d been sent.

And you found it quickly.

A group of young women gathered near the champagne tower, dressed in silk and diamonds, speaking in hushed excitement.

One of them matched the face from one of the pictures in file, someone close enough to the target.

Perfect.

“Ladies,” you greeted smoothly, stepping into their circle like you belonged there. “Allow me to introduce myself.”

A few of them looked you over cautiously.

The one you were there for only smiled.

“Well,” she mused, “aren’t you charming?”

You smiled back, measured and warm. “Only when I want something.”

That had earned a laugh.

The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You blended into it effortlessly, guiding topics carefully while pretending not to.

Fashion became travel. Travel became politics. Politics became business.

The hidden names. The mentions of shipments. The passing reference to a private security route. You weren't exactly content but this had to do.

Across the ballroom, Gyehyeon worked his own part smoothly. You caught glimpses of him between shifting bodies, lazily, smiling into conversations with diplomats and investors like he had not spent half his life eliminating men exactly like them. He looked relaxed but you knew better.

Then suddenly, a new voice, a shadow fell beside you.

“May I?”

A drink appeared in your peripheral vision.

You glanced at the glass first before looking up. And your stomach tightened slightly.

The target himself. Lee Ji-an.

You recognized him instantly from the files, older in person, sharper eyes, the kind smile too perfect to be genuine. Dangerous men always learned how to appear harmless.

You slipped on your prettiest smile anyway. “Of course.”

His interest in you was obvious enough to make you roll your eyes. Almost.

Across the hall, Gyehyeon noticed.

His own conversation continued uninterrupted, expression still composed.

But his fingers tightened once around the stem of his champagne glass as he watched the target lean closer toward you.

You kept smiling despite the unease crawling beneath your skin. Ji-an spoke easily, confidently, like he already owned the room and everything inside it. Including you.

When his hand brushed your arm once, your jaw tightened. But you endured it.

Another inch and you genuinely might have snapped his wrist in front of half the city’s elite.

Just then a low alarm sounded somewhere through the estate.

The music cut abruptly.

Confused murmurs spread through the ballroom as guests glanced around in alarm.

Ji-an stiffened instantly.

You caught it immediatel, the silent look exchanged between him and one of the staff members rushing toward him.

Hm…?

“Apologies,” Ji-an said smoothly, though tension now pulled at his smile. “Duty calls.”

“What a shame,” you replied sweetly.

His gaze lingered on you a second too long. “I do hope we meet again.

You almost rolled your eyes again.

Then he disappeared into the crowd.

Your attention shifted immediately, scanning the room. There wasn't any actual panic. Just controlled distraction?

And there was only one person here irritating enough to create one deliberately.

A familiar presence stepped beside you.

“Seems we’ll have to retreat early,” Gyehyeon said lightly. “How unfortunate.”

You turned slowly toward him, eyes narrowing as you met his own.

“You did that.”

“Hm?”

“Why?”

He only started walking. Infuriating.

You scoffed before following him through the nearest balcony exit, heels clicking sharply against marble while the muffled confusion inside continued behind closed doors.

Cold night air hit your skin immediately.

The moment you were out of sight, you moved.

Your hand grabbed his collar, shoving him hard against the nearest wall. The impact forced a soft grunt from him as your dagger flashed upward, pressing against his throat.

“Don’t play around with me.”

The city lights flickered behind you both, distant but enough to blur the darkness around you.

Gyehyeon looked entirely too amused for a man with a blade at his neck.

“Shouldn’t we save this for indoors?” he teased.

You pushed the dagger closer.

He let out a quiet sound at the pressure, wincing slightly this time, though the smirk never truly left his face.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed softly, relenting. “You’re rather straightforward tonight.”

“Answer me.” Your grip tightened on his collar.

“Why did you trigger the alarm?”

For once, he didn’t answer immediately.

His gaze flickered over your face instead, lingering in a way that made warmth crawl hotter than the irritation beneath your skin.

Then his eyes dropped briefly to the hand fisted in his suit before returning to yours again. His smile fell, just slightly.

“He was touching you,” he said simply.

…?

Your expression faltered for a moment.

“That,” you said slowly, “is the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Mm.” His eyes gleamed under the balcony lights. “Still did it.”

“You compromised the mission over jealousy?”

“Who said anything about jealousy?”

The dagger remained against his throat, but your focus had slipped now, caught momentarily by the way he looked beneath you like this.

Collar loosened. Hair slightly disheveled from being shoved against the wall. Breath warm against the edge of your wrist.

And worst of all, unafraid. If anything, he looked comfortable.

Like this exact moment was where he wanted to be all along. Smug bastard.

“You know,” he muttered, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, “most people buy me dinner first before pinning me against walls.”

Your glare sharpened instantly.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet…-”

You cut him off by pushing away from him entirely, releasing his collar with enough force to wrinkle the front of his suit. The dagger lowered slightly as you stepped back, putting distance between you at last.

“Try being serious for once in your life.”

But as you turned to leave, you barely made it a step before a hand caught your wrist.

The next thing you knew, you were pulled back against his chest.

Your breath hitched despite yourself.

Gyehyeon’s arm slid around your waist, firm and unyielding as he drew you flush against him, his back still resting against the stone wall. The dagger remained trapped awkwardly between you both, blade pressing near his shoulder now, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned about it.

“You’re awfully mean tonight,” he mused near your ear.

“Let go.”

“But then you’ll storm off.” His grip tightened slightly. “Just when I was starting to enjoy this.”

You tried twisting free, only for his other hand to catch your chin lightly, tilting your face upward toward his so close.

The teasing look in his eyes had dimmed into something heavier now, quieter. The night air suddenly felt thinner between you both.

You could feel his breathing.

Could see every small detail this close, the mole under his eye, the dimples that showed whenever he quirked his lips, too often, the loosened collar exposing warm skin, the strand of dark hair falling over his forehead after you shoved him earlier.

Your heartbeat betrayed you immediately.

His gaze flicked to your lips again, leaning in closer.

Close enough that you genuinely thought…-

Your fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger.

But instead of kissing you, he only hovered there, mouth brushing near your ear as his voice dropped low enough to send irritation crawling down your spine for entirely different reasons now.

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered before letting go. Just like that.

The warmth disappeared instantly as he stepped around you, adjusting his sleeves calmly like he hadn’t just nearly kissed you against a balcony wall in the middle of an operation.

By the time he glanced back at you, only the slight curve of his mouth remained.

“Hurry, we have to report back.” he said lightly before walking off into the corridor ahead.

You stared after him in disbelief, pulse still uneven.

God.

You really did hate him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @reisdoll ,, @mayflyfr <33

[slytherinshua]

YAMI U CANT DO THIS TO ME WITHOUT WARNING WTF?????????? IM EKDHKWJDKSN WHAT THE FUCK

ofc his collarbones just have to be out I DONT CARE ABT ANY FUCKING MISSION IM JUMPING HIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE I FEAR THE ENTIRE BALLROOM WILL BE WITNESS TO THE TRUE EXTENT OF MY INSANITY FOR HIM JSAKDBSJ

YES MANHANDLE HIM WKDHAKDBAKD OH IM SCREAMING THIS IS SO HOT I know he finds it so hot too I HATE HIM

EKSJSKJFK SCREAMING WHAT THE FUCK HE WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY HERE WITH A KNIFE AGAINST HIS NECK OH IM INSANE

You’re insane for this. like this entire section. YOURE INSANE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABT THIS ?????????? HESNRIGHT WHERE HE WANTS TO BE AND HES ENJOYING IT FUCKKKKK I NEED HIM SO BADLY

[mingoooossii]

lowkey the only reason for this was so i could write him getting pinned against the wall 😛😛

[mingoooossii]

["smug bastard" | j. gyehyeon]

genre(s): fluff? secret agent au | warnings: fem! reader, slightly suggestive, flirty gyehyeon, yn lowk just wants to punch him in the face (he enjoys that) </3 | words: 2.0k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.

a/n: idk if i like this but gyehyeon is hot 🤕 lowk just wanted a reason to write him flirty

⊹ ࣪ ˖

The music was too soft for a room filled with predators.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilled silver across marble floors, more polished than the rehearsed laughter of the people there.

Politicians. CEOs. Crime lords pretending to be philanthropists crowded the room, reeking of wealth.

And beside you, stood the man you hated the most.

Gyehyeon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve calmly, like this was just another evening instead of a mission that could end with both of you dead.

You resisted the urge to stab him with your heel.

“You’re glaring again,” he murmured.

“I’m imagining ways to strangle you.”

“Hm.” His mouth twitched. “You’d do that to your partner?”

“We are not partners.”

“Tonight we are.” His eyes drifted over you slowly.

You hated that pause in your heartbeat. Hated it even more because he noticed.

Of course he did.

Outside the ballroom doors, you bent slightly to adjust the strap of your heel with growing irritation. The damned thing had loosened again.

Before you could crouch down properly, Gyehyeon did first.

You blinked. “What are you…-”

“Hold still.”

His gloved fingers wrapped around your ankle, warm despite the leather. Careful.

The red fabric of your gown pooled around you while he fixed the clasp like he belonged there at your feet, completely unbothered by the fact that one of the agency’s deadliest operatives was currently staring holes into the side of his head.

Then he looked up, a smirk appearing instantly.

“There,” he said softly. “Wouldn’t want my date falling on her face.”

You scoffed, but your pulse betrayed you when he straightened to full height again, one hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Way too close.

The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to him faintly.

“Remember,” he whispered near your ear, voice low enough that only you could hear, “they need to believe we like each other.”

“I’d rather take a bullet.”

“Don’t tempt fate.”

His fingers poked your cheek lightly.

“Smile for me."

You slapped his hand away instantly, glaring up at him while he laughed under his breath, quiet but entirely too pleased with himself.

God, you hated him.

Hated his confidence. Hated how untouchable he acted. Hated the way every room seemed to bend around him.

And worst of all, hated how attractive he looked tonight.

His dark hair was pushed back just enough, though a few strands still fell carelessly over his forehead like the entire look had been crafted to appear effortless.

The open collar of his suit, revealing the line of his collarbone, only made him look more dangerous, less polished diplomat, more…like a wolf dressed in silk.

You wished he’d stop looking at you like that.

Like he already knew you were losing this battle.

The ballroom doors opened and instantly, his demeanor shifted.

His teasing demeanor disappeared. In his place stood a charming socialite with an easy smile and a hand possessively resting at your waist.

You followed his lead seamlessly despite your irritation. Years of training made pretending second nature.

Heads turned the moment you entered, not because of suspicion. But together, you looked devastating.

“Seven guards near the eastern hall,” you muttered through your smile.

“Mm. Posted above the balcony. Possible spy.” Gyehyeon picked up two champagne glasses from a passing tray, handing you one naturally. “You look tense, darling.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.” His thumb brushed briefly against the bare skin of your back, hidden beneath your hair. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”

You nearly broke the champagne flute.

Someone important approached then, one of the target’s associates.

Immediately, Gyehyeon’s arm wrapped around your waist tighter, pulling you against his side for a moment.

He leaned down slightly, lips grazing near your temple as if whispering something affectionate.

To anyone watching, you looked hopelessly in love.

“Behave,” he whispered instead.

“One day,” you whispered back, “I’m going to kill you.”

His eyes gleamed, before he let go of you.

“Looking forward to it.”

Now…

Gyehyeon gave you a subtle glance, brief, before looking away. You answered with the smallest nod before turning away from him entirely, your expression softening into effortless charm as you disappeared into the crowd.

The ballroom swallowed you easily.

Music filled the air while conversations sounded. Every movement here was calculated. Somewhere beneath all the luxury was the reason you’d been sent.

And you found it quickly.

A group of young women gathered near the champagne tower, dressed in silk and diamonds, speaking in hushed excitement.

One of them matched the face from one of the pictures in file, someone close enough to the target.

Perfect.

“Ladies,” you greeted smoothly, stepping into their circle like you belonged there. “Allow me to introduce myself.”

A few of them looked you over cautiously.

The one you were there for only smiled.

“Well,” she mused, “aren’t you charming?”

You smiled back, measured and warm. “Only when I want something.”

That had earned a laugh.

The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You blended into it effortlessly, guiding topics carefully while pretending not to.

Fashion became travel. Travel became politics. Politics became business.

The hidden names. The mentions of shipments. The passing reference to a private security route. You weren't exactly content but this had to do.

Across the ballroom, Gyehyeon worked his own part smoothly. You caught glimpses of him between shifting bodies, lazily, smiling into conversations with diplomats and investors like he had not spent half his life eliminating men exactly like them. He looked relaxed but you knew better.

Then suddenly, a new voice, a shadow fell beside you.

“May I?”

A drink appeared in your peripheral vision.

You glanced at the glass first before looking up. And your stomach tightened slightly.

The target himself. Lee Ji-an.

You recognized him instantly from the files, older in person, sharper eyes, the kind smile too perfect to be genuine. Dangerous men always learned how to appear harmless.

You slipped on your prettiest smile anyway. “Of course.”

His interest in you was obvious enough to make you roll your eyes. Almost.

Across the hall, Gyehyeon noticed.

His own conversation continued uninterrupted, expression still composed.

But his fingers tightened once around the stem of his champagne glass as he watched the target lean closer toward you.

You kept smiling despite the unease crawling beneath your skin. Ji-an spoke easily, confidently, like he already owned the room and everything inside it. Including you.

When his hand brushed your arm once, your jaw tightened. But you endured it.

Another inch and you genuinely might have snapped his wrist in front of half the city’s elite.

Just then a low alarm sounded somewhere through the estate.

The music cut abruptly.

Confused murmurs spread through the ballroom as guests glanced around in alarm.

Ji-an stiffened instantly.

You caught it immediatel, the silent look exchanged between him and one of the staff members rushing toward him.

Hm…?

“Apologies,” Ji-an said smoothly, though tension now pulled at his smile. “Duty calls.”

“What a shame,” you replied sweetly.

His gaze lingered on you a second too long. “I do hope we meet again.

You almost rolled your eyes again.

Then he disappeared into the crowd.

Your attention shifted immediately, scanning the room. There wasn't any actual panic. Just controlled distraction?

And there was only one person here irritating enough to create one deliberately.

A familiar presence stepped beside you.

“Seems we’ll have to retreat early,” Gyehyeon said lightly. “How unfortunate.”

You turned slowly toward him, eyes narrowing as you met his own.

“You did that.”

“Hm?”

“Why?”

He only started walking. Infuriating.

You scoffed before following him through the nearest balcony exit, heels clicking sharply against marble while the muffled confusion inside continued behind closed doors.

Cold night air hit your skin immediately.

The moment you were out of sight, you moved.

Your hand grabbed his collar, shoving him hard against the nearest wall. The impact forced a soft grunt from him as your dagger flashed upward, pressing against his throat.

“Don’t play around with me.”

The city lights flickered behind you both, distant but enough to blur the darkness around you.

Gyehyeon looked entirely too amused for a man with a blade at his neck.

“Shouldn’t we save this for indoors?” he teased.

You pushed the dagger closer.

He let out a quiet sound at the pressure, wincing slightly this time, though the smirk never truly left his face.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed softly, relenting. “You’re rather straightforward tonight.”

“Answer me.” Your grip tightened on his collar.

“Why did you trigger the alarm?”

For once, he didn’t answer immediately.

His gaze flickered over your face instead, lingering in a way that made warmth crawl hotter than the irritation beneath your skin.

Then his eyes dropped briefly to the hand fisted in his suit before returning to yours again. His smile fell, just slightly.

“He was touching you,” he said simply.

…?

Your expression faltered for a moment.

“That,” you said slowly, “is the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Mm.” His eyes gleamed under the balcony lights. “Still did it.”

“You compromised the mission over jealousy?”

“Who said anything about jealousy?”

The dagger remained against his throat, but your focus had slipped now, caught momentarily by the way he looked beneath you like this.

Collar loosened. Hair slightly disheveled from being shoved against the wall. Breath warm against the edge of your wrist.

And worst of all, unafraid. If anything, he looked comfortable.

Like this exact moment was where he wanted to be all along. Smug bastard.

“You know,” he muttered, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, “most people buy me dinner first before pinning me against walls.”

Your glare sharpened instantly.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet…-”

You cut him off by pushing away from him entirely, releasing his collar with enough force to wrinkle the front of his suit. The dagger lowered slightly as you stepped back, putting distance between you at last.

“Try being serious for once in your life.”

But as you turned to leave, you barely made it a step before a hand caught your wrist.

The next thing you knew, you were pulled back against his chest.

Your breath hitched despite yourself.

Gyehyeon’s arm slid around your waist, firm and unyielding as he drew you flush against him, his back still resting against the stone wall. The dagger remained trapped awkwardly between you both, blade pressing near his shoulder now, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned about it.

“You’re awfully mean tonight,” he mused near your ear.

“Let go.”

“But then you’ll storm off.” His grip tightened slightly. “Just when I was starting to enjoy this.”

You tried twisting free, only for his other hand to catch your chin lightly, tilting your face upward toward his so close.

The teasing look in his eyes had dimmed into something heavier now, quieter. The night air suddenly felt thinner between you both.

You could feel his breathing.

Could see every small detail this close, the mole under his eye, the dimples that showed whenever he quirked his lips, too often, the loosened collar exposing warm skin, the strand of dark hair falling over his forehead after you shoved him earlier.

Your heartbeat betrayed you immediately.

His gaze flicked to your lips again, leaning in closer.

Close enough that you genuinely thought…-

Your fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger.

But instead of kissing you, he only hovered there, mouth brushing near your ear as his voice dropped low enough to send irritation crawling down your spine for entirely different reasons now.

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered before letting go. Just like that.

The warmth disappeared instantly as he stepped around you, adjusting his sleeves calmly like he hadn’t just nearly kissed you against a balcony wall in the middle of an operation.

By the time he glanced back at you, only the slight curve of his mouth remained.

“Hurry, we have to report back.” he said lightly before walking off into the corridor ahead.

You stared after him in disbelief, pulse still uneven.

God.

You really did hate him.

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[mingoooossii]

["chivalry wasn't dead after all..." | k.yongseung]

genre(s): fluff, tiniest bit of angst | warnings: insecure thoughts (reader's pov), yongseung being his perfect self, kisses, | words: 1.2k | @fantasia-films | masterlist.

a/n: biasing the most perfect man alive does this to people... sigh 😔🔫 yongseung just one chance

...!

You and Yongseung had been going on dates for a while now, and after weeks of dancing around each other, he had finally asked you out properly.

Since then, everything had felt almost unfairly perfect.

He was perfect.

He was the kind of man who noticed every little thing about you without needing to ask. Whether you were cold, tired, uncomfortable, overwhelmed, he always knew somehow.

He’d quietly shift closer when the road got too crowded, hand you the drink you liked before you even mentioned being thirsty, slow his pace just slightly so you’d never have to hurry beside him.

And God, he was so beautiful while doing it too.

There was something devastating about how gentle he was. The way he looked at you so attentively sometimes made your chest ache. You honestly melted whenever you were around him.

There was just one tiny problem.

He hadn’t kissed you yet.

At first, you tried not to think too much about it. Maybe it was still too early. Maybe he just wanted to take things slowly.

But as the days passed, the thoughts started creeping in anyway, ugly and persistent.

Were you the only one falling this fast?

Did he not like you as much as you thought he did?

Were you just… not pretty enough for him to want you that way?

You felt ridiculous for even thinking it, embarrassed by how badly it bothered you, but no matter how much you tried to push it down, the insecurity lingered.

And unfortunately, it showed.

The next time you went out together, you just couldn’t hide it.

To Yongseung, things had started normally enough.

But slowly, he began noticing the differences.

You weren’t rambling excitedly beside him like you usually did. Your smiles came smaller, distracted. Even your laughter sounded softer somehow.

It made something uneasy settle in his chest.

Still, he didn’t push.

Maybe you’d had a bad day. Maybe you were tired.

He tried cheering you up instead, quietly doing all the little things he knew you liked. He bought your favorite dessert. Took you to the park you’d mentioned wanting to visit weeks ago. Stayed close without crowding you.

But nothing worked.

And though none of it showed on his face, Yongseung was beginning to panic a little.

The drive back to your house felt painfully quiet. Normally, he liked silence. But with you? Never.

He reached toward your hand once before hesitating midway, fingers curling back toward himself.

What if you didn’t want him touching you right now?

By the time you arrived at your house, the silence had exhausted him.

You got out before he could come around to open the door for you, but he followed after you anyway, wanting at least to walk you up properly before saying goodbye.

You stood at your front door, hand wrapped tightly around the doorknob.

But you couldn't take it anymore.

Then suddenly, you turned toward him so abruptly it startled even him.

“Am I not pretty?”

Yongseung blinked, completely caught off guard.

“What?” he answered immediately, brows furrowing. “No…- you’re pretty. Why would you even ask that…-”

“Then do you just not like me?”

You cut him off before you could lose the courage to say it, fists clenching at your sides as you looked away from him.

For a moment, Yongseung just stared.

Then his expression softened painfully.

How could you possibly think that?

He stepped closer carefully, slowly reaching for your hand, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to.

You didn’t.

His fingers wrapped gently around yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“Where is this coming from?” he asked softly. “Of course I… like you.”

The quiet sincerity in his voice only made your embarrassment worse.

“Then why don’t you kiss me?”

Your voice came out smaller than you intended, making him freeze.

“You never kiss me,” you continued quietly, refusing to meet his eyes. “Not when we meet, not when we leave… you never…”

God, hearing yourself say it out loud made you want to disappear.

You sounded childish. Greedy.

Meanwhile, he’d been nothing but gentle and considerate with you.

Maybe he really just…-

“Is that what was bothering you today?”

His voice pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t teasing. Or judgmental.

Just curious.

Because of course he had noticed.

When you didn’t answer, Yongseung suddenly looked down with a quiet, helpless smile.

“I thought I was being too hasty.”

You looked up immediately, confused.

“What?”

“I thought I was being too hasty,” he repeated softer this time, almost laughing at himself. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips briefly before returning to your face.

“When all I wanted was to…”

Yongseung exhaled quietly, shaking his head a little. You had no idea how badly he wanted to kiss you… all those times.

Every hesitant gaze. Every little pause before good bye.

Even now, all he wanted was to kiss that little frown off your face until it disappeared completely.

If only he had known this was what had been bothering you.

Meanwhile your face burned hotter by the second.

Of course.

Of course he’d been thinking about your comfort the entire time while you were over here convincing yourself he didn’t want you.

You looked away, mortified, already opening your mouth to apologize.

Only for him to tug you gently back toward him.

Before you could say another word, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

Everything in you stopped and then melted.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and somehow worse in the best possible way.

His lips were soft, warm against yours. Slow, but sure. There was no hesitation in him at all now.

Yongseung kissed like he did everything else, carefully, intentionally, like he was fully certain of what he wanted.

And right now, he wanted you.

Your fingers curled against his shirt as your heart pounded so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest entirely.

When he finally pulled back for air, you realized belatedly that you’d nearly forgotten to breathe.

Yongseung let out the softest laugh at the sight of your flushed face.

Your cheeks were pink, lips parted slightly, and there was the faintest pout forming now that he’d pulled away.

It hit him all at once then.

He would do anything for you. Anything just to see you smile.

His hands came up to cradle your face gently, thumbs brushing against your warm cheeks as he fought the urge to kiss you again immediately, long enough to speak.

“I like you,” he murmured softly, forehead resting against yours. “So much it’s actually killing me.”

The honesty in his voice made your stomach flip.

“If I’d known earlier…” he smiled quietly under his breath. “I wouldn’t have held back so long.”

Your face only grew warmer.

God, you had really been overthinking everything.

But the warmth blooming inside your chest now felt too overwhelming to care.

You were happy.

“Yongseung…”

The way you said his name nearly ruined him.

Soft. Breathless. Like it meant something precious.

He smiled helplessly.

“I’ll show you every day,” he whispered, gently squishing your cheeks between his hands, “just how much I like you.”

Then he leaned down again, kissing you once more while pulling you impossibly closer.

You couldn’t help giggling against his lips, the sound making his heart stumble embarrassingly hard as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” you whispered back.

Chivalry wasn't dead after all.

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[mingoooossii]

[snow attack | nathan. k]

genre(s): fluff, a meet cute (sort of) | warnings: none | words: 667 | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet

a/n: a little something for nathan. took me too long to start writing for 1verse sobs 😔

...!

The park was loud with laughter, winter chill, boots crunching through thick snow as children ran around without a care in the world.

Your little cousin was no different. He had spent the last hour dragging you from one side of the park to the other, nearly tackling himself into snowbanks while you followed behind, exhausted but unable to say no to him.

You really should've stayed home.

But seeing his bright smile beneath his scarf made it worth it.

At least until he suddenly bent down, scooped up snow, and threw it directly at you.

You gasped. “Hey!”

His laughter rang through the cold air as the snow burst against your coat.

You narrowed your eyes, pretending to look offended while he already backed away cautiously, knowing exactly what was coming next.

“Oh, you’re done for,” you warned dramatically, crouching down to gather snow into your hands. “Come here…- I’ll get you!”

He squealed, running backward through the snow while you threw the snowball after him.

Only for him to duck at the very last second.

Your eyes widened.

The snowball flew right past him.

And straight into someone else’s face.

Right…into their mouth.

The poor stranger coughed immediately, as he spat snow out onto the ground, pushing his laptop away. He looked ready to complain too, brows furrowing as he wiped at his face…

Until he looked up at you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, rushing toward him instantly while your cousin hid behind you in horror. “Are you okay?!”

The stranger blinked at you slowly, almost dazed.

You hurriedly pulled tissues from your pocket, holding them out apologetically. “I’m so sorry…- he dodged it, I didn’t mean to hit you…-”

He stared at you another second too long before finally taking the tissue.

Nathan had only come to the park for some peace and quiet, maybe sit around for a while and work on something without being disturbed.

Instead, he was fed a handful of snow.

And somehow… he couldn't even be mad about it.

Because you were standing in front of him looking genuinely panicked, cheeks pink from the cold, snowflakes caught in your hair while apologizing like you’d committed a crime.

Pretty wasn’t enough of a word.

He wiped at his mouth belatedly, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he probably looked.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you.

“What?” he asked, slightly embarrassed.

“You’re cute,” you muttered absentmindedly, amused by his flustered expression.

And then immediately froze.

Nathan froze too.

The two of you stared at each other as realization slowly settled in, warmth rising to both your faces despite the freezing weather.

You looked away first, mortified. “I mean...- not that…- I mean obviously you are but that’s not…-” You covered your face for a second before sighing.

“Did it hurt? I’m really sorry.”

Nathan looked at you for a moment before quietly shaking his head.

“It’s just snow,” he said easily before pausing.

“A little, maybe.”

“Really?” you asked, trying not to smile.

“A little….,” he nodded, rubbing his jaw, trying to remain composed. “I might need compensation.”

You laughed softly then, the sound making his chest tighten unexpectedly.

Right. Compensation.

“Well…” Nathan rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly awkward. “Maybe you could take me out for coffee or something.”

You blinked.

The tips of his ears turned red almost immediately after he said it.

“I mean…- so I can recover,” he added quickly. “From the snow attack.”

You stared at him for a second before smiling despite yourself. Cute. Very cute.

“And if I…,” you said, trailing off before asking. “… what’s your name?”

His smile came slowly, warm despite the cold around you. “Nathan.”

“Nathan, and what if I agree?” you teased lightly.

Nathan looked away for a brief moment, before meeting your eyes again, shy but hopeful.

“Then I’d probably ask for your number too.”

You chuckled again, softer this time, your own cheeks redder.

“Deal. I should compensate you after all.”

...!

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[mingoooossii]

[1:02 am | p. sungho]

genre: fluff | warnings: sungho is sick (and pouty) | words: 494 | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.

a/n: i love this man so much someone kill me ☹️ it shouldn't have taken me this long to write for him....

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“Stay still, you know you need to take your medicine...”

You sighed, setting the small cup down when Sungho immediately rolled away from your hand, only to flop dramatically across your lap like a dead fish.

He usually wasn’t this difficult, but being sick clearly made him sulky.

“Bitter,” Sungho mumbled hoarsely, voice rough from the cold as he buried his face further against you. More than anything, he just wanted your warmth.

“It’s supposed to help,” you muttered, unable to hide the amused smile tugging at your lips.

You checked his forehead again before trying to sit him up properly. “And you’re burning up. That’s exactly why you need it.”

Sungho only frowned harder, stubbornly going limp in your hands.

“It’s cold too...”

You let out a quiet laugh at the pout on his face, fingers brushing his messy hair back gently. “If you keep acting like this, you’re gonna get me sick too.”

That earned absolutely no reaction.

You tried again to hand him the medicine, but he just turned away with a weak groan, practically melting back into the blankets.

After a long pause, you crossed your arms.

“Fine,” you said slowly. “Have it your way.”

“Hm?”

Sungho blinked up at you in confusion as you suddenly stood, grabbing the blanket.

Before he could process what you were doing, you rolled him onto his side and wrapped the blanket tightly around him.

“What’re you doing…-”

“You lost your rights.”

“Hey…-!”

He let out the most offended whine as you tucked the blanket firmly around him until his arms were trapped at his sides, wrapped up snugly like an oversized burrito. Only his head stuck out now, hair messy and pout even deeper than before.

You stepped back to admire your work and immediately burst into a laugh.

Sungho narrowed his eyes at you, though the corners of his lips twitched despite himself.

“You look cute.”

“You imprisoned me.”

“Mhm.” You nodded seriously before crouching back down beside him. “I’m keeping you like this until you learn to cooperate.”

“That’s evil.”

“It's caregiving.”

He huffed under his breath, wiggling uselessly beneath the blanket while you picked the medicine back up. This time, when you held it near his mouth, he finally complied with a dramatic sigh.

Still pouting, he opened his mouth and swallowed it, instantly cringing at the taste.

You smiled victoriously, wiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “So that’s all it took? Turning you into a warm little burrito?”

Sungho only stared at you with betrayal in his tired eyes, squirming under the blanket again in a way that looked more adorable than threatening. The sight made you laugh even harder.

“Don’t laugh,” he mumbled weakly. “I’ll get you back for this...”

“Oh? Big words for someone wrapped like sushi.”

He huffed, cheeks slightly flushed from the fever and embarrassment alike before leaning his head against your stomach.

“At least cuddle me if you’re gonna bully me…”

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[mingoooossii]

[into you | k. yongseung]

genre(s): fluff?, a little bit of angst | warnings: bodyguard! yongseung x celebrity! reader (not mentioned much tho), he's hot, brief moments of self depreciation (reader), alcohol, brief makeout sesh | words: 2.2k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.

a/n: i was enabled.....and yongseung is hot. i feel like there isn't much plot here so idk but I def wanna write more bodyguard seung !!

"And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep,"

Kim Yongseung was a puzzle to you.

One that you hated.

At first, you were irritated by him, cold, unreadable, always carrying that faint, infuriating smirk like he knew something you didn’t. Like nothing about you could shake him.

But irritation, when left unchecked, rarely stayed what it was.

It twisted into curiosity. Then into something. Something that lingered longer than it should.

You knew better. You did. Someone like you, constantly watched, constantly judged, couldn’t afford mistakes like this.

One wrong move, one rumor, and everything you built could crumble.

And yet…

You were starting not to care.

So you tested him.

Small things at first, standing a little too close, brushing past him when there was more than enough space, letting your voice drop softer when you spoke to him. Watching. Waiting.

And you saw it.

The flicker.

The way his gaze lingered a second too long before snapping away. The subtle tightening of his grip at your waist when guiding you through crowds. The hesitation, so brief anyone else would miss it, every time you pushed just a little further.

He wasn’t unaffected.

And that only made you bolder.

But Yongseung…

He was stubborn. Controlled to a fault. A man who built walls not just to protect others, but himself.

And no matter how much you pushed, he stayed composed. Or at least, that’s what it looked like.

Which made doubt creep in.

Was it all in your head?

Were you imagining every glance, every almost-moment?

You needed to know. So you pushed harder.

Teasing turned…real. Your words lingered with intent now, not just playfulness.

You tested his limits openly, deliberately.

Even going so far as to use something you never cared about before, jealousy.

The club was loud, suffocating with heat and bodies, lights flashing just enough to blur everything into something straight from a dream.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye as you pulled a stranger closer, someone whose name you hadn’t even bothered to remember.

Anything.

You were looking for anything.

A reaction. A sign that this wasn’t just you.

But Yongseung…

He didn’t move.

Didn’t react.

His face remained neutral, eyes scanning the room like always, like you were just another part of the environment he was assigned to monitor. Like none of this mattered.

How predictable.

You scoffed under your breath, irritation flaring, sharper than before.

The man beside you suddenly felt suffocating, his cologne too strong, his presence unwanted.

You pushed him away without a second thought, storming off toward the bar, frustration simmering just beneath your skin.

In the end, all you got out of it was your clothes ruined with a stranger’s scent.

Pathetic.

You grabbed the nearest glass of whisky off the table and downed it in one go, ignoring the startled protest from whoever it belonged to.

“Hey…!”

“Give me another…-”

Your voice came out sharper than intended as you reached for the bartender, fingers curling too tightly around the glass…-

Only to be stopped.

Firm hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling you back just enough to stop you from crossing yet another line.

Yongseung.

Of course.

“Ma’am…-”

“Leave me alone. Don’t touch me.”

You cut him off immediately, yanking your arms free and shoving at his chest, your glare sharp enough to cut.

The world tilted slightly as you stumbled, balance faltering…but he caught you before you could fall. He always did.

His grip was steady, careful despite the tension evident in the set of his jaw.

“You really…” he exhaled, something like frustration slipping through for once. “Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you can act like this.”

Stern. Controlled. Still trying to keep distance even while holding you together.

That restraint…

It only made something in you snap.

“Kiss me.”

The words left your mouth before you could take them back.

And his entire body froze.

“What…?”

For the first time, he faltered, truly faltered. His breath caught, eyes darting briefly around the room as if checking who might have heard, who might be watching, before settling back on you.

But you didn’t give him time to recover.

“Kiss me. Right now.”

Your hand tightened in his collar, pulling him closer until the space between you nearly disappeared.

Close enough to feel the shift in his breathing.

Close enough to see the crack in his composure.

Your gaze dropped, just for a second, to his lips and then back to his eyes. “I know you want to.”

“Ma’am…”

He exhaled like it was a warning, like if he kept his tone steady enough it’ll ground both of you.

His hands closed around your wrists, firm but careful as he pulled them away from his collar, putting space back where you keep trying to erase it.

“This isn’t… appropriate. Someone could…-”

Still reasoning. Still holding the line like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Still logical.

God, he’s infuriating.

“Don’t you want me?”

The question slipped out soft but it landed heavy. The alcohol burned through your hesitation, stripping you down to something too honest, too exposed.

You tugged him closer again, stubborn even like this, your voice laced with something close to desperation.

“I know I want you. So why do you keep denying it?”

Your fingers tightened against him, like if you hold on hard enough, he won’t be able to slip back into that distance again.

“I know what you’re feeling.”

For a moment, just a moment,Yongseung stopped.

You’re still you. Fierce, relentless, refusing to back down.

But there’s something else now, something raw, something fragile beneath the fire that he’s never seen so clearly before.

And it did something to him.

Something he’s spent weeks, months, keeping buried.

“It’s not like that…”

He forced the words out, forcing himself back into place, tightening his grip just enough to stop you from pulling him in again.

“You’re drunk.”

Still avoiding it.

And you saw right through it.

“You’re still denying it…”

Your voice faltered, not loud, but enough. Your hand hit his chest, once, twice, no real strength behind it, more frustration than anger.

He didn’t stop you. Didn’t move. Just let you.

And then, tears. They come so suddenly it almost felt unfair.

“Am I so unlovable?”

It was quieter. Smaller. Like the question wasn’t meant to be heard at all.

Something in him broke at that.

His grip loosened, not letting go, just softening.

His gaze went to your face, something almost pained flashing through before he can hide it.

How could you even think that?

“I told you, that’s not it…” His voice dropped, less controlled now, less distant. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Liar…”

The word barely made it out before your strength gave way with it. Your hand slackened in his grasp, your body tipping forward before he caught you.

Still him. Always him..

And he exhaled, long and tired, like the weight of everything he’s been holding back finally pressed down on him.

“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, but there’s no bite to it.

Just something soft.

He pulled you closer, arms steady as he lifted you, effortless, but felt different. Less like duty. More like something he shouldn’t let himself feel.

Because you didn’t know.

You didn’t know how hard he’s been holding himself back.

How every glance you gave him lingered longer than it should.

How your casual touches stayed on his skin long after you’ve pulled away.

How his jaw clenched when you leaned into someone else tonight, how for a split second, he almost forgot his place entirely.

He wanted to drag you away from that guy. He wanted to put distance between you and anyone else. Hell, he almost let himself punch that guy in the face…-

He sighed.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

But lately, he wasn't so sure what’s “supposed” to matter anymore….

By the time he got you back to your room, you’re barely conscious, your earlier fire reduced to soft breaths against his collar.

He set you down carefully on the bed, movements slow and gentle now.

Your heels came off first, then your makeup, his touch careful in a way that lingered just a little too long to be strictly professional.

Still he didn’t leave.

Even after the blanket is pulled up, even after everything that needed to be done is done, he stayed.

Standing there, looking at you.

His hand hovered over your face, hesitating like crossing that last inch would mean something he can’t take back.

Your words echoed in his mind

“Don’t you want me?”

His jaw tightened.

His thumb finally moved,just barely, brushing over the faint traces where your tears had dried.

And for the first time since this all started, he was sure.

...!

When you woke up, your mind was blank for a moment, like someone had wiped everything clean.

You blinked slowly, adjusting to the light as you pushed yourself up, your head throbbing just enough to remind you of last night. Not unbearable. Manageable.

You almost wished it wasn’t.

Because the moment clarity returned, it all came crashing back.

Your voice, your desperation. The way you’d looked at him.

His face.

A sharp gasp left you as your hands covered your face, heat rushing in all at once.

God. You felt sick.

You had begged. Practically begged.

And for what?

Something you were now convinced you’d imagined entirely. Every glance, every almost-touch, you must have built it all up in your head until it became something real. Something it never was.

“Pathetic…” you muttered under your breath, the word stinging more than it should.

The sound of the door opening made you freeze.

You looked up instinctively, only to snap your gaze away the second you saw him.

Your ears burned, your grip tightened against your blanket.

How were you supposed to face him now?

“You’re awake…”

Yongseung paused just inside the doorway, his eyes lingering on you, on the way you refused to look at him, before he forced himself to move again.

“…I got you hangover soup.”

You said nothing, keeping your gaze fixed anywhere but him as he approached, setting the package down on the bedside table with quiet care.

Silence stretched, until he broke it.

“About yesterday…-”

“Ah!”

You cut him off instantly with a shout, almost panicked, clapping your hands over your ears like that would somehow undo yesterday.

“I don’t remember anything!”

He paused then let out a quiet huff, something like amusement slipping through.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

His hand reached out, steady as ever, pulling yours away from your ears before you could protest.

You turned your face away again, unable to meet his eyes, embarrassment twisting with something heavier in your chest.

How long can you keep pretending?

“What’s there to finish…” Your voice dropped, quieter nowr. “You rejected me.”

“I begged like some desperate…-” your voice wavered despite yourself, your throat tightening as you tried to pull your hands free, “...-and you rejected me. And I cried.”

“Like some pathetic fool.”

His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from pulling away again.

“You’re not pathetic.”

The firmness in his voice made you pause, but you didn’t look at him.

Because if you did, you might break all over again.

“You don’t have to say that just because…-”

You didn’t get to finish.

Because suddenly, he moved, leaning forward. Not rushed nor careless but decisive.

His hand came up to your jaw, firm enough to stop you from turning away again, tilting your face toward him, and before your thoughts could catch up, before you could brace yourself…

His lips were on yours.

It wasn’t tentative but felt like restraint snapping.

Like something he had been holding back for far too long finally breaking through.

The force of it pushed you back onto the bed, your breath catching as the world tilted beneath you, his other hand bracing beside you, caging you in without hurting you, just enough to keep you there.

You froze, mind blank, your heart slamming against your ribs as the reality of it hit. This was real.

And then, you melted.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking, like you’d been waiting for this just as much as he had. His kiss deepened, not rushed but intense like he was making up for every moment he’d held back, every second he’d denied himself.

It left you breathless.

When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t far, his forehead nearly brushed yours, your breaths uneven, tangled together in the small space between you.

You stared at him, dazed.

“Yesterday…” your voice came out soft, shaky. “You said…”

“I won’t hide it anymore.”

His thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding, lingering, his voice low but certain.

“I did,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to kiss you.”

Your chest tightened.

“Yesterday… when you asked.”

His jaw clenched slightly.

“But you were drunk.” His voice steadied again, deliberate now. “I needed you to be sober. To remember.”

His gaze locked onto yours, no distance.

“I wouldn’t have known what to do, if you forgot…,” His hand slid down to your waist.

“But now…”

He leaned in again, slower this time.

“I’m done holding back.”

And when he kissed you again, it was certain.

Still intense. Still consuming, but deliberate in a way that made your heart race all over again.

Like he’d made his choice.

And this time, he wasn’t letting go.

...!

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