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[peyboritaera]

i feel quite uncomfortable engaging with the fandom anymore.

though just to be clear this is not about me by any means.

this situation is awful and it pains me to see how people are acting. please use ur words kindly from now on, and don’t assume you know what everyone is going through. i am devastated by what happened as someone who has seen her videos before, and i hope mina rests in peace. it is completely unjustifiable and that should be recognized by all parties involved.

to my wonderful readers who look forward to my posts, i apologize deeply. i have been wanting to push out a statement of my emotions towards enha for a while now, but i unfortunately felt uncomfortable sharing out of fear. this may not be forever, but i simply can not write without any passion. i’m sharing in hopes that people are not confused with my lack of updates.

please understand and do not make assumptions about me or my character. i have always been a silent supporter and never have talked about controversial topics, but i can not simply brush past this as someone young & impressionable.

thank you 💗

[peyboritaera]

masked silhouettes — 박종성 [TOXIC ENHA SERIES]

IN WHICH : your career was everything to you, but you were everything to him. he couldn’t help but take control.

contains : entertainmentchaebolheirparkjongseong x actressfemreader , DARK AND MATURE THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS + SMUT

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part one : blindfolds

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the true understanding of wrong from right can cognitively develop from ages three to seven. that being said— the recognition of bad character can be seen up to as young as six months old. good undoubtedly came from within.

the real issue was control, correct?

you were stronger willed than any other woman he had ever met.

not only that— you were perfect.

elegant. pure. soft.

seeing your face flash across his tv screen for the first time was fate. he knew it best.

though, appearances were always deceptive.

“jay?” your lips pursed and your eyelashes fluttered frantically. it was clear you were trying to hold back your frustration as much as possible. the conversation felt pointless and never ending. “i’m sorry okay… i’ll make it up to you.”

jay scoffed for a second, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. you just wouldn’t give it up, would you?

“you know how much this means to me. this opportunity.. well who knows if i’ll even get it?” you trailed on further, “it’s just an audition. you’ve never stopped me from this before and..”

the words felt like daggers to his mind. this wasn’t just a simple role.

jay had easily found access to the script and read it from front to back. it would taint you completely. from the sex to the horrific possibility of having that sick opportunist lee heeseung as your costar—

it was plain wrong for you.

couldn’t you see that?

“i really can’t cancel.” those eyes looked up at him once again, taking jay’s hand in yours. “please don’t be upset.”

upset? that couldn’t even begin to describe how jay was feeling. it wasn’t only about the audition anymore. no— time and time again it felt as if you disregarded his thoughts entirely. like he didn’t matter. like your work was more than enough.

it didn’t make any sense. he gave you everything. he would give you more than that if it was what you wanted. you didn’t even need anything but him. but you always refused to listen.

“i’m not upset, baby.”

his soft voice after your incessant rambling was almost immediately enough to calm you down. do you mean it? why were you so hell-bent on this then? jay hushed your breathing for a moment, taking stands of your hair in his fingertips. “you know i can't stand fighting with you.”

jay’s face seemed to slowly inch closer to yours. he was indescribably beautiful. even in a more unpolished state he looked unreal. his dark hair fell over his eyes, and his features seemed to shine brighter under the dim light of the bedroom.

though it wasn’t just pure attraction that made you fall in love with him. the way he spoke and touched you put you in a trance. every ounce of self control you knew you had dissolved entirely in his presence. he knew you better than you knew yourself,

terrifyingly so.

the back of your head hit the headboard, forcing you to stay frozen in place. your heart was racing all over again.

he finally took his eyes off yours and looked down at your mouth, bringing his lips onto you. you needed a distraction, right? to take your mind off work?

your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you. harsh. jays lips moved at a vicious pace, his fingertips finding the fabric on top of your waist.

you brought your hands up to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed and pressing back against him. it was all too sudden and lewd that you could barely breathe.

“jay!” the kiss broke.

but the second you opened your eyes the headboard shook, jays hands at fault. his eyes darkened, tilting his face to the side.

“can you be good for me?” his breath was heavy in the air. he had been thinking about this since you stepped foot in his penthouse tonight, regardless of how angry he was. hell, he was always thinking about this.

that voice owned you.

you looked into those pitch-black eyes once again and nodded, hesitant, earning a small, amused smile from him. you brought your hands up to his face and kissed him before he could say any more.

the desperation in jay’s mouth was staggering. it was as if you hadn’t ever been touched before the way you always reacted, squirming and pressing up against his body in a mindless frenzy.

how could a kiss make you feel so good?

he took your hands in his, holding them up against the headboard, more aggressive than he intended to be. you choked, lips already sore.

jay moved to your neck, the delicate skin sending a chill down his spine. even though you tried your best to be quiet, moans fell from you as he sucked and bit. the feeling was all too much, and you knew he was leaving marks. you struggled in his hands, barely budging.

jay moved off you for a second, recognizing the struggling. but it was too late. you looked ruined already. all marked up, all his.

he let go of you gently, pausing your already foggy, confused mind. you gripped onto the pillows from under you as he looked through his bedside table. your breath hitched,

nothing good ever came out of there.

jay pulled out a familiar piece of black fabric— one he had tied your hands up with before. the memory seemed almost identical to this one.

“jay… wait..” you say, not wanting to be unable to touch him again. but you knew better than to say any more.

he kissed your forehead softly in an attempt to comfort you. then, before you could realize what was happening the fabric covered your eyes—

you were completely blinded.

“jay?” your hands reached out to him through the darkness and he took them in his.

you look so pretty like this.

“i love you..” he kissed your swollen lips again, embracing your touch on his body as he took his shirt off slowly.

“wait… i wanna see you—“ you lifted both hands to the blindfold but he took them in his almost instantly.

“listen to me.” he whispered, “i shouldn’t have to tie these too.”

those who don’t listen don’t deserve to be rewarded.

the words stop you, bringing your hands back to gripping the sheets instead. that voice again. it was driving you crazy how much all of this was turning you on. the blindfold forced you to pay attention to his words, heightening the affect of all touch.

he brought his hands to your hips, lifting them onto him. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, whimpering at the hardness that you felt now between them.

he loved the sounds you made— like you couldn't take it for much longer.

“i love you..” he said again, bucking his hips and rubbing up against your delicate center. he gasped, kissing your neck to suffocate the crude noises. you grinded against him relentlessly, absolutely losing all autonomy of your own body.

it was too much and not enough at the same time. any words that could come out were diminished into short breaths and moans.

jay didn’t waste another second, sliding his fingertips in your shorts and pulling gently. you gripped onto his back, lifting your legs so he’d be able to take them off fully.

hands found his pants, and you began to unbutton them.

“what do you want, baby?” jay looked down. this was so dirty. he’d never seen himself so turned on. he didn’t like being unable to see your entire face, but that didn’t matter. he loved knowing that whatever he did to you would be for his eyes only.

“jay..” you unzipped the thick cloth, tugging with any last strength you had. “i love you.. please..”

the sensation over took every thought in your head. it was all so intimate. you needed him inside of you. every second felt like pure torture.

he smiled a little, lifting your shirt now and laying you down. his body was on top, and all you could hear and feel was the weight and heavy breathing. your legs were stretched apart around him— no hiding. you clenched onto the sheets once more, embarrassed at the fact you couldn’t see yourself.

“baby..” jay took your bottom lip in between his teeth. “you’re so wet.”

all for me?

your cheeks reddening at his words, you wanted to be able to look at his face so badly.

he brought himself up to your dripping folds, your entire body shuddering in response. so sensitive. it was something he instantly recognized about you. seeing you like this could simply make jay come undone untouched. you drove him crazy every second of the day.

pre-cum dripped from the tip as he rubbed himself up and down, stopping at the touch of your entrance. your moans flooded the room, and his nails dug into his palms, near the point of drawing blood.

it was taking everything in him to not just push inside and fuck you without any remorse.

“god-dd..” jay looked at the way your nose scrunched as you were trying to hold back. “i’ll be gentle, baby. i promise..”

you shook your head, “no.. no don’t hold back, please.” you yelped, trying to move your hips up even closer to him. “i want to make you feel good jay.”

a groan left his lips. you were so dirty for him. no one else would ever see you like this.

don’t say things you don’t mean.

jay pushed inside of you, causing a cry to escape both of your mouths. all of the noises he was holding in felt like echoes against your ears. not being able to see made everything way too intense.

you squeezed around him, the pain unimaginable. to be fair, you could never fully get used to it no matter how many times you both had sex. jay was too much, too good.

he whimpered softly at the tight feeling, moving in and out uncontrollably. he pushed all the way inside, almost cumming then and there after realizing how good he was making you feel around him. he couldn’t restrain himself for much longer.

“y/n.. is it too much?” he whined, jerking into you with every stroke. “you feel so good—“

no words could surpass your lips anymore. what was building was all consuming, and it felt like you were having sex for the first time all over again. your eyes rolled back, the feeling so good you could die.

“do you want me to cum inside? baby? … no?” he smiled at the way you moved against him, sweet moans filling the air. he almost loses it at the thought, holding your hand tightly to pull himself together. the sheer image of you being truly his forever was all he wanted.

“it’s too much? you can’t take it?” he laughs as you fall apart, unable to respond, tears bubbling in your covered eyes. “ah.. you’re so cute..”

jay’s filthy words overtook the knot in your stomach, and you came undone beneath him, gasping out and grasping your hands around his arms tightly. it wasn’t something you could simply explain through words.

the feeling of you squirming sent him into a daze. still, he pulled out of you as he came, the thick spurts of cum sullying your inner thigh. he fell onto your trembling body in anguish, almost ripping the sheets under him from the utter pain of holding back.

he looked up at you, bringing his hand to the blindfold and sliding it off. cheeks flushed, your eyes fluttered open in an innocent, sleepy way, the dim light now stinging them a little.

you were so beautiful. too beautiful for your own good.

jay knew how much he ruined you. but he couldn’t help it,

he wouldn’t let you go.

you fell asleep before he did, almost always. jay was constantly tired after sex, but he refused to give in. he wasn’t exactly that type of man.

he traced the bridge of your nose with his fingertips, causing you to twitch slightly in your sleep.

he swallowed, hard.

you were too good this way. completely thoughtless and vulnerable. unable to control yourself in the slightest.

he kissed the top of your head, wiping the mascara that ran under your eyes gently.

park jonseong would do anything for you.

he reluctantly turned towards the bedside table and opened his phone, searching in his contacts for a name.

there,

yuki. your little manager.

that innate small smile appeared on his face as he looked to the bedside, fully shutting off every last light.

and it was dark all over again.

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notes: hey guys 🌝. not much context for part one but i just NEEDED to write this. i finished it earlier today after some rushing, and it’s here like I promised, what do you think?? it’s very different than my other smau’s, but there’s a lot of clues on how jay is by just this if u read carefully (no spoilers!). he really loves y/n.. but as u can see bro’s twisted as hell 😓 i don’t know when part 2 will be, if u guys like it maybe sooner than later? look forward to it! <3

taglist // @jjongelical @jayscafe @kawaiimiraclerunaway @aurixhyc @savageislandanchor @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @oveenchana @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

[peyboritaera]

masked silhouettes — 박종성 [TOXIC ENHA SERIES]

IN WHICH : your career was everything to you, but you were everything to him. he couldn’t help but take control.

contains : entertainmentchaebolheirparkjongseong x actressfemreader , DARK AND MATURE THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS + SMUT

—————————————————————————

part one : blindfolds

—————————————————————————

the true understanding of wrong from right can cognitively develop from ages three to seven. that being said— the recognition of bad character can be seen up to as young as six months old. good undoubtedly came from within.

the real issue was control, correct?

you were stronger willed than any other woman he had ever met.

not only that— you were perfect.

elegant. pure. soft.

seeing your face flash across his tv screen for the first time was fate. he knew it best.

though, appearances were always deceptive.

“jay?” your lips pursed and your eyelashes fluttered frantically. it was clear you were trying to hold back your frustration as much as possible. the conversation felt pointless and never ending. “i’m sorry okay… i’ll make it up to you.”

jay scoffed for a second, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. you just wouldn’t give it up, would you?

“you know how much this means to me. this opportunity.. well who knows if i’ll even get it?” you trailed on further, “it’s just an audition. you’ve never stopped me from this before and..”

the words felt like daggers to his mind. this wasn’t just a simple role.

jay had easily found access to the script and read it from front to back. it would taint you completely. from the sex to the horrific possibility of having that sick opportunist lee heeseung as your costar—

it was plain wrong for you.

couldn’t you see that?

“i really can’t cancel.” those eyes looked up at him once again, taking jay’s hand in yours. “please don’t be upset.”

upset? that couldn’t even begin to describe how jay was feeling. it wasn’t only about the audition anymore. no— time and time again it felt as if you disregarded his thoughts entirely. like he didn’t matter. like your work was more than enough.

it didn’t make any sense. he gave you everything. he would give you more than that if it was what you wanted. you didn’t even need anything but him. but you always refused to listen.

“i’m not upset, baby.”

his soft voice after your incessant rambling was almost immediately enough to calm you down. do you mean it? why were you so hell-bent on this then? jay hushed your breathing for a moment, taking stands of your hair in his fingertips. “you know i can't stand fighting with you.”

jay’s face seemed to slowly inch closer to yours. he was indescribably beautiful. even in a more unpolished state he looked unreal. his dark hair fell over his eyes, and his features seemed to shine brighter under the dim light of the bedroom.

though it wasn’t just pure attraction that made you fall in love with him. the way he spoke and touched you put you in a trance. every ounce of self control you knew you had dissolved entirely in his presence. he knew you better than you knew yourself,

terrifyingly so.

the back of your head hit the headboard, forcing you to stay frozen in place. your heart was racing all over again.

he finally took his eyes off yours and looked down at your mouth, bringing his lips onto you. you needed a distraction, right? to take your mind off work?

your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you. harsh. jays lips moved at a vicious pace, his fingertips finding the fabric on top of your waist.

you brought your hands up to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed and pressing back against him. it was all too sudden and lewd that you could barely breathe.

“jay!” the kiss broke.

but the second you opened your eyes the headboard shook, jays hands at fault. his eyes darkened, tilting his face to the side.

“can you be good for me?” his breath was heavy in the air. he had been thinking about this since you stepped foot in his penthouse tonight, regardless of how angry he was. hell, he was always thinking about this.

that voice owned you.

you looked into those pitch-black eyes once again and nodded, hesitant, earning a small, amused smile from him. you brought your hands up to his face and kissed him before he could say any more.

the desperation in jay’s mouth was staggering. it was as if you hadn’t ever been touched before the way you always reacted, squirming and pressing up against his body in a mindless frenzy.

how could a kiss make you feel so good?

he took your hands in his, holding them up against the headboard, more aggressive than he intended to be. you choked, lips already sore.

jay moved to your neck, the delicate skin sending a chill down his spine. even though you tried your best to be quiet, moans fell from you as he sucked and bit. the feeling was all too much, and you knew he was leaving marks. you struggled in his hands, barely budging.

jay moved off you for a second, recognizing the struggling. but it was too late. you looked ruined already. all marked up, all his.

he let go of you gently, pausing your already foggy, confused mind. you gripped onto the pillows from under you as he looked through his bedside table. your breath hitched,

nothing good ever came out of there.

jay pulled out a familiar piece of black fabric— one he had tied your hands up with before. the memory seemed almost identical to this one.

“jay… wait..” you say, not wanting to be unable to touch him again. but you knew better than to say any more.

he kissed your forehead softly in an attempt to comfort you. then, before you could realize what was happening the fabric covered your eyes—

you were completely blinded.

“jay?” your hands reached out to him through the darkness and he took them in his.

you look so pretty like this.

“i love you..” he kissed your swollen lips again, embracing your touch on his body as he took his shirt off slowly.

“wait… i wanna see you—“ you lifted both hands to the blindfold but he took them in his almost instantly.

“listen to me.” he whispered, “i shouldn’t have to tie these too.”

those who don’t listen don’t deserve to be rewarded.

the words stop you, bringing your hands back to gripping the sheets instead. that voice again. it was driving you crazy how much all of this was turning you on. the blindfold forced you to pay attention to his words, heightening the affect of all touch.

he brought his hands to your hips, lifting them onto him. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, whimpering at the hardness that you felt now between them.

he loved the sounds you made— like you couldn't take it for much longer.

“i love you..” he said again, bucking his hips and rubbing up against your delicate center. he gasped, kissing your neck to suffocate the crude noises. you grinded against him relentlessly, absolutely losing all autonomy of your own body.

it was too much and not enough at the same time. any words that could come out were diminished into short breaths and moans.

jay didn’t waste another second, sliding his fingertips in your shorts and pulling gently. you gripped onto his back, lifting your legs so he’d be able to take them off fully.

hands found his pants, and you began to unbutton them.

“what do you want, baby?” jay looked down. this was so dirty. he’d never seen himself so turned on. he didn’t like being unable to see your entire face, but that didn’t matter. he loved knowing that whatever he did to you would be for his eyes only.

“jay..” you unzipped the thick cloth, tugging with any last strength you had. “i love you.. please..”

the sensation over took every thought in your head. it was all so intimate. you needed him inside of you. every second felt like pure torture.

he smiled a little, lifting your shirt now and laying you down. his body was on top, and all you could hear and feel was the weight and heavy breathing. your legs were stretched apart around him— no hiding. you clenched onto the sheets once more, embarrassed at the fact you couldn’t see yourself.

“baby..” jay took your bottom lip in between his teeth. “you’re so wet.”

all for me?

your cheeks reddening at his words, you wanted to be able to look at his face so badly.

he brought himself up to your dripping folds, your entire body shuddering in response. so sensitive. it was something he instantly recognized about you. seeing you like this could simply make jay come undone untouched. you drove him crazy every second of the day.

pre-cum dripped from the tip as he rubbed himself up and down, stopping at the touch of your entrance. your moans flooded the room, and his nails dug into his palms, near the point of drawing blood.

it was taking everything in him to not just push inside and fuck you without any remorse.

“god-dd..” jay looked at the way your nose scrunched as you were trying to hold back. “i’ll be gentle, baby. i promise..”

you shook your head, “no.. no don’t hold back, please.” you yelped, trying to move your hips up even closer to him. “i want to make you feel good jay.”

a groan left his lips. you were so dirty for him. no one else would ever see you like this.

don’t say things you don’t mean.

jay pushed inside of you, causing a cry to escape both of your mouths. all of the noises he was holding in felt like echoes against your ears. not being able to see made everything way too intense.

you squeezed around him, the pain unimaginable. to be fair, you could never fully get used to it no matter how many times you both had sex. jay was too much, too good.

he whimpered softly at the tight feeling, moving in and out uncontrollably. he pushed all the way inside, almost cumming then and there after realizing how good he was making you feel around him. he couldn’t restrain himself for much longer.

“y/n.. is it too much?” he whined, jerking into you with every stroke. “you feel so good—“

no words could surpass your lips anymore. what was building was all consuming, and it felt like you were having sex for the first time all over again. your eyes rolled back, the feeling so good you could die.

“do you want me to cum inside? baby? … no?” he smiled at the way you moved against him, sweet moans filling the air. he almost loses it at the thought, holding your hand tightly to pull himself together. the sheer image of you being truly his forever was all he wanted.

“it’s too much? you can’t take it?” he laughs as you fall apart, unable to respond, tears bubbling in your covered eyes. “ah.. you’re so cute..”

jay’s filthy words overtook the knot in your stomach, and you came undone beneath him, gasping out and grasping your hands around his arms tightly. it wasn’t something you could simply explain through words.

the feeling of you squirming sent him into a daze. still, he pulled out of you as he came, the thick spurts of cum sullying your inner thigh. he fell onto your trembling body in anguish, almost ripping the sheets under him from the utter pain of holding back.

he looked up at you, bringing his hand to the blindfold and sliding it off. cheeks flushed, your eyes fluttered open in an innocent, sleepy way, the dim light now stinging them a little.

you were so beautiful. too beautiful for your own good.

jay knew how much he ruined you. but he couldn’t help it,

he wouldn’t let you go.

you fell asleep before he did, almost always. jay was constantly tired after sex, but he refused to give in. he wasn’t exactly that type of man.

he traced the bridge of your nose with his fingertips, causing you to twitch slightly in your sleep.

he swallowed, hard.

you were too good this way. completely thoughtless and vulnerable. unable to control yourself in the slightest.

he kissed the top of your head, wiping the mascara that ran under your eyes gently.

park jonseong would do anything for you.

he reluctantly turned towards the bedside table and opened his phone, searching in his contacts for a name.

there,

yuki. your little manager.

that innate small smile appeared on his face as he looked to the bedside, fully shutting off every last light.

and it was dark all over again.

—————————————————————————

notes: hey guys 🌝. not much context for part one but i just NEEDED to write this. i finished it earlier today after some rushing, and it’s here like I promised, what do you think?? it’s very different than my other smau’s, but there’s a lot of clues on how jay is by just this if u read carefully (no spoilers!). he really loves y/n.. but as u can see bro’s twisted as hell 😓 i don’t know when part 2 will be, if u guys like it maybe sooner than later? look forward to it! <3

taglist // @jjongelical @jayscafe @kawaiimiraclerunaway @aurixhyc @savageislandanchor @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @oveenchana @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

[peyboritaera]

masked silhouettes — 박종성 [TOXIC ENHA SERIES]

IN WHICH : your career was everything to you, but you were everything to him. he couldn’t help but take control.

contains : entertainmentchaebolheirparkjongseong x actressfemreader , DARK AND MATURE THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS + SMUT

—————————————————————————

part one : blindfolds

—————————————————————————

the true understanding of wrong from right can cognitively develop from ages three to seven. that being said— the recognition of bad character can be seen up to as young as six months old. good undoubtedly came from within.

the real issue was control, correct?

you were stronger willed than any other woman he had ever met.

not only that— you were perfect.

elegant. pure. soft.

seeing your face flash across his tv screen for the first time was fate. he knew it best.

though, appearances were always deceptive.

“jay?” your lips pursed and your eyelashes fluttered frantically. it was clear you were trying to hold back your frustration as much as possible. the conversation felt pointless and never ending. “i’m sorry okay… i’ll make it up to you.”

jay scoffed for a second, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. you just wouldn’t give it up, would you?

“you know how much this means to me. this opportunity.. well who knows if i’ll even get it?” you trailed on further, “it’s just an audition. you’ve never stopped me from this before and..”

the words felt like daggers to his mind. this wasn’t just a simple role.

jay had easily found access to the script and read it from front to back. it would taint you completely. from the sex to the horrific possibility of having that sick opportunist lee heeseung as your costar—

it was plain wrong for you.

couldn’t you see that?

“i really can’t cancel.” those eyes looked up at him once again, taking jay’s hand in yours. “please don’t be upset.”

upset? that couldn’t even begin to describe how jay was feeling. it wasn’t only about the audition anymore. no— time and time again it felt as if you disregarded his thoughts entirely. like he didn’t matter. like your work was more than enough.

it didn’t make any sense. he gave you everything. he would give you more than that if it was what you wanted. you didn’t even need anything but him. but you always refused to listen.

“i’m not upset, baby.”

his soft voice after your incessant rambling was almost immediately enough to calm you down. do you mean it? why were you so hell-bent on this then? jay hushed your breathing for a moment, taking stands of your hair in his fingertips. “you know i can't stand fighting with you.”

jay’s face seemed to slowly inch closer to yours. he was indescribably beautiful. even in a more unpolished state he looked unreal. his dark hair fell over his eyes, and his features seemed to shine brighter under the dim light of the bedroom.

though it wasn’t just pure attraction that made you fall in love with him. the way he spoke and touched you put you in a trance. every ounce of self control you knew you had dissolved entirely in his presence. he knew you better than you knew yourself,

terrifyingly so.

the back of your head hit the headboard, forcing you to stay frozen in place. your heart was racing all over again.

he finally took his eyes off yours and looked down at your mouth, bringing his lips onto you. you needed a distraction, right? to take your mind off work?

your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you. harsh. jays lips moved at a vicious pace, his fingertips finding the fabric on top of your waist.

you brought your hands up to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed and pressing back against him. it was all too sudden and lewd that you could barely breathe.

“jay!” the kiss broke.

but the second you opened your eyes the headboard shook, jays hands at fault. his eyes darkened, tilting his face to the side.

“can you be good for me?” his breath was heavy in the air. he had been thinking about this since you stepped foot in his penthouse tonight, regardless of how angry he was. hell, he was always thinking about this.

that voice owned you.

you looked into those pitch-black eyes once again and nodded, hesitant, earning a small, amused smile from him. you brought your hands up to his face and kissed him before he could say any more.

the desperation in jay’s mouth was staggering. it was as if you hadn’t ever been touched before the way you always reacted, squirming and pressing up against his body in a mindless frenzy.

how could a kiss make you feel so good?

he took your hands in his, holding them up against the headboard, more aggressive than he intended to be. you choked, lips already sore.

jay moved to your neck, the delicate skin sending a chill down his spine. even though you tried your best to be quiet, moans fell from you as he sucked and bit. the feeling was all too much, and you knew he was leaving marks. you struggled in his hands, barely budging.

jay moved off you for a second, recognizing the struggling. but it was too late. you looked ruined already. all marked up, all his.

he let go of you gently, pausing your already foggy, confused mind. you gripped onto the pillows from under you as he looked through his bedside table. your breath hitched,

nothing good ever came out of there.

jay pulled out a familiar piece of black fabric— one he had tied your hands up with before. the memory seemed almost identical to this one.

“jay… wait..” you say, not wanting to be unable to touch him again. but you knew better than to say any more.

he kissed your forehead softly in an attempt to comfort you. then, before you could realize what was happening the fabric covered your eyes—

you were completely blinded.

“jay?” your hands reached out to him through the darkness and he took them in his.

you look so pretty like this.

“i love you..” he kissed your swollen lips again, embracing your touch on his body as he took his shirt off slowly.

“wait… i wanna see you—“ you lifted both hands to the blindfold but he took them in his almost instantly.

“listen to me.” he whispered, “i shouldn’t have to tie these too.”

those who don’t listen don’t deserve to be rewarded.

the words stop you, bringing your hands back to gripping the sheets instead. that voice again. it was driving you crazy how much all of this was turning you on. the blindfold forced you to pay attention to his words, heightening the affect of all touch.

he brought his hands to your hips, lifting them onto him. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, whimpering at the hardness that you felt now between them.

he loved the sounds you made— like you couldn't take it for much longer.

“i love you..” he said again, bucking his hips and rubbing up against your delicate center. he gasped, kissing your neck to suffocate the crude noises. you grinded against him relentlessly, absolutely losing all autonomy of your own body.

it was too much and not enough at the same time. any words that could come out were diminished into short breaths and moans.

jay didn’t waste another second, sliding his fingertips in your shorts and pulling gently. you gripped onto his back, lifting your legs so he’d be able to take them off fully.

hands found his pants, and you began to unbutton them.

“what do you want, baby?” jay looked down. this was so dirty. he’d never seen himself so turned on. he didn’t like being unable to see your entire face, but that didn’t matter. he loved knowing that whatever he did to you would be for his eyes only.

“jay..” you unzipped the thick cloth, tugging with any last strength you had. “i love you.. please..”

the sensation over took every thought in your head. it was all so intimate. you needed him inside of you. every second felt like pure torture.

he smiled a little, lifting your shirt now and laying you down. his body was on top, and all you could hear and feel was the weight and heavy breathing. your legs were stretched apart around him— no hiding. you clenched onto the sheets once more, embarrassed at the fact you couldn’t see yourself.

“baby..” jay took your bottom lip in between his teeth. “you’re so wet.”

all for me?

your cheeks reddening at his words, you wanted to be able to look at his face so badly.

he brought himself up to your dripping folds, your entire body shuddering in response. so sensitive. it was something he instantly recognized about you. seeing you like this could simply make jay come undone untouched. you drove him crazy every second of the day.

pre-cum dripped from the tip as he rubbed himself up and down, stopping at the touch of your entrance. your moans flooded the room, and his nails dug into his palms, near the point of drawing blood.

it was taking everything in him to not just push inside and fuck you without any remorse.

“god-dd..” jay looked at the way your nose scrunched as you were trying to hold back. “i’ll be gentle, baby. i promise..”

you shook your head, “no.. no don’t hold back, please.” you yelped, trying to move your hips up even closer to him. “i want to make you feel good jay.”

a groan left his lips. you were so dirty for him. no one else would ever see you like this.

don’t say things you don’t mean.

jay pushed inside of you, causing a cry to escape both of your mouths. all of the noises he was holding in felt like echoes against your ears. not being able to see made everything way too intense.

you squeezed around him, the pain unimaginable. to be fair, you could never fully get used to it no matter how many times you both had sex. jay was too much, too good.

he whimpered softly at the tight feeling, moving in and out uncontrollably. he pushed all the way inside, almost cumming then and there after realizing how good he was making you feel around him. he couldn’t restrain himself for much longer.

“y/n.. is it too much?” he whined, jerking into you with every stroke. “you feel so good—“

no words could surpass your lips anymore. what was building was all consuming, and it felt like you were having sex for the first time all over again. your eyes rolled back, the feeling so good you could die.

“do you want me to cum inside? baby? … no?” he smiled at the way you moved against him, sweet moans filling the air. he almost loses it at the thought, holding your hand tightly to pull himself together. the sheer image of you being truly his forever was all he wanted.

“it’s too much? you can’t take it?” he laughs as you fall apart, unable to respond, tears bubbling in your covered eyes. “ah.. you’re so cute..”

jay’s filthy words overtook the knot in your stomach, and you came undone beneath him, gasping out and grasping your hands around his arms tightly. it wasn’t something you could simply explain through words.

the feeling of you squirming sent him into a daze. still, he pulled out of you as he came, the thick spurts of cum sullying your inner thigh. he fell onto your trembling body in anguish, almost ripping the sheets under him from the utter pain of holding back.

he looked up at you, bringing his hand to the blindfold and sliding it off. cheeks flushed, your eyes fluttered open in an innocent, sleepy way, the dim light now stinging them a little.

you were so beautiful. too beautiful for your own good.

jay knew how much he ruined you. but he couldn’t help it,

he wouldn’t let you go.

you fell asleep before he did, almost always. jay was constantly tired after sex, but he refused to give in. he wasn’t exactly that type of man.

he traced the bridge of your nose with his fingertips, causing you to twitch slightly in your sleep.

he swallowed, hard.

you were too good this way. completely thoughtless and vulnerable. unable to control yourself in the slightest.

he kissed the top of your head, wiping the mascara that ran under your eyes gently.

park jonseong would do anything for you.

he reluctantly turned towards the bedside table and opened his phone, searching in his contacts for a name.

there,

yuki. your little manager.

that innate small smile appeared on his face as he looked to the bedside, fully shutting off every last light.

and it was dark all over again.

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notes: hey guys 🌝. not much context for part one but i just NEEDED to write this. i finished it earlier today after some rushing, and it’s here like I promised, what do you think?? it’s very different than my other smau’s, but there’s a lot of clues on how jay is by just this if u read carefully (no spoilers!). he really loves y/n.. but as u can see bro’s twisted as hell 😓 i don’t know when part 2 will be, if u guys like it maybe sooner than later? look forward to it! <3

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[peyboritaera]

masked silhouettes — 박종성 [TOXIC ENHA SERIES]

IN WHICH : your career was everything to you, but you were everything to him. he couldn’t help but take control.

contains: entertainmentchaebolheirparkjongseong x actressfemreader , DARK AND MATURE THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS + SMUT

part one : blindfolds

notes: hello, i promise this will be out soon- like actually not lying this time 🫠. i have a rlly good idea on how the first part should go even tho this is a smau it will be written for part 1. i wanted to write a proper teaser but honestly this is the most i can reveal without spoiling anything. this is probably one of my more intricate and better thought out storylines of them all ㅋㅋ so please look forward to it!

[peyboritaera]

waiting for that lost promises update… 🥲🥲❤️❤️ don’t forget about us, queen!!

ik guys i feel like everytime i’m on here it’s just to respond to cmts/asks ㅜㅜ. it’s been over a month since my last update to it (sorryyyy). please look forward to it shortly ~

i don’t have an estimate on when my posts will start again. i have many ideas on how things should go but i haven’t started typing 😓 i honestly really want to release jay’s more than anything, but the first part will likely be written. for lost promises, i expect it to be written as well. i’ve been so out of it— i’ll try my best!

[peyboritaera]

Could you please pls pls do a drabble with Jealous Jungwon 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for being my first req! ur wish is my command (i apologize in advance)~

WARNING : content contains (dark) suggestive content + SMUT. read at your own risk.

miss me? , yang jungwon ⁀➴

[synopsis - inspired by fwb jungwon series!] after a fight over a “meaningless” kiss shared between you both as close childhood friends, jungwon had fled the city for a few days. coming back earlier than scheduled, he finds you unexpectedly cozy with his best friend/roommate at a party. the look on your face was disgustingly sweet— did you even miss him?

“you’re back already?” jay greeted him, clearly a little drunk from all of the beer sprawled across the table.

“mmm. i didn’t realize you were throwing another party” jungwon bent over to grab a closed bottle, “i’ll just have a drink and leave.”

the house was loud, and there were probably hundreds of people there that he couldn’t recognize by name alone. the only thing he really disliked about the parties jay threw were how disorderly they appeared. jungwon hated giving people the wrong impression. “jeez hyung,” jungwon took a sip, “who even is here?”

“everyone!” jake giggled excitedly. all of the guys looked like monsters in comparison to the magnetic, cheerful sim jaeyun. “c’mon guys… let’s go hang out with some people other than each other.” he rolled his eyes.

“i don’t want to.” sunghoon sighed, tossing a bottle into a bin. “this disgusts me. i’ll be in my room.”

“just tell ur girlfriend to come here,” riki laughed, speaking to basically no one as sunghoon disappears from eyeshot into a dark hallway.

jake tugged on jungwon’s arm. “let’s have fun pleasee. ur my last hope.” jungwon hated to admit that his puppy dog-eyes amused him a little.

“where’s heeseung hyungie?” jungwon asked, looking around the carousel of people passing by them one by one.

jake squinted to retrace his memory. “oh! i think y/n came and he wanted to keep an eye on her.”

the loud music stilled entirely in jungwon’s ear. he had been thinking about u since the moment he had left. the kiss u shared. how u both acted like nothing happened— like it didn’t matter. the fight that got in between the two of you because of it. how much he missed ur face all those days he was away.

he didn’t have any right to be mad at u for coming to the party. regardless, he was. and that feeling began to suffocate him more and more by the second.

“she’s here?” jungwon took another sip of beer, longer than all of his previous ones, surprised.

“mhm. she said hi to us then went to walk around with heeseung.” jake recognized the concerned look on jungwon’s face. “do you wanna look for her?”

even though jake never said it out loud, he knew jungwon had feelings for you. it was painfully obvious.

“she doesn’t even know i’m back.” jungwon finished the bottle, the alcohol numbing the burn he felt in his heart. “did she even ask about me?”

jake looked down and shook his head slightly. “let’s go.”

jungwon followed jake’s pull of the arm, his mind racing a mile a minute and any happiness he had carried walking in completely vanishing. honestly, if he had drank anymore he couldn’t mask the emotions he was feeling right now. she didn’t care about him, huh? why was she even here in the first place? why was she spending time with heeseung, his oldest friend? it didn’t make any sense.

again, he didn’t have any right to be angry. he knew that you both shared feelings for one another, he just couldn’t bare to face that reality now— or ever.

before he knew it he was bumping into people, but they didn’t matter. none of them had your face. your smell. your body.

his eyes felt hopeless.

“they’re down there!” jake cut through jungwon’s thoughts, pointing down under the staircase where both you and heeseung sat.

you looked beautiful. i mean you always looked beautiful but the fact that days had gone by without seeing the real you—not just instagram photos through a screen— made ur appearance even more captivating. that face which had been haunting him since the day he met you.

but then, he saw heeseung too.

your legs were sprawled on top of his on the couch. to anyone else, this would seem much, much, more than just "friendly". cute even. you were laughing at whatever bullshit he was saying, and he was touching your hair with his fingers playfully. you both shared the same red flush on ur cheeks.

jungwon recognized the look in heeseung’s eye. it wasn’t as innocent as yours. it was deliberate.

he felt like he was going to throw up.

“jungwon?” jake asked, recognizing the way his expression had darkened to an even more worrying shade than when he had initially mentioned heeseung and you.

jungwon shrugged jake off and started going down the stairs, as if his body was pulling him to u before his head could.

you still hadn’t realized he was there. did you just not care? did u forget about him? did all those years just mean nothing?

jungwon walked over to the couch, earning concerned and annoyed looks from those at the party he had pushed past.

he could clearly hear your voice now. that laugh. as if it was taunting him.

he saw heeseung touch the side of your thigh, laughing as well, just playing it off.

that was enough.

jungwon took a few strides, unmistakably making his presence known now.

“jungwon?” you looked up, the smile dropping from your face immediately.

heeseung’s hand dropped from your hair and legs as he turned his head around to face jungwon. though, he didn’t move— provoking him.

“miss me?” jungwon mocked. he was clearly angry. his eyes said it all.

“jungwonnie~” heeseung smiled, getting up off the couch to greet him. the seconds that went by felt painful. he pulled him in for a hug but jungwon’s arms stayed to his sides. “back so soon?”

you stood up too now, suddenly anxious. you hadn’t anticipated jungwon to be here. if you had known, you wouldn’t have come to begin with.

“do you wanna drink with us?” heeseung pulled away, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the table.

you recognized that look on jungwon’s face more than anything else.

he was jealous.

it made no sense. you didn’t owe him anything. you were single. you could do whatever you wanted, and it wasn’t like you and heeseung were even doing anything, right?

jungwon looked at you. why do you look so guilty? he scoffed, annoyed.

“no, i’ve had enough to drink tonight.” jungwon’s eyes met heeseung’s again. “i think i’m just gonna take y/n home.”

this angered you even further. you took a step towards them, behind heeseung. “i didn’t ask you to.” you said calmly, not satisfying his need for a reaction. jungwon wanted u bothered, right? you could push those feelings down easily...

the corner of jungwon’s lip curved up, taking your wrist in his hand. he hated the way you stood behind heeseung as if you were his instead. “you’ve clearly had enough fun.”

heeseung wanted to protest, but he didn’t. he had pushed jungwon enough for today. the look in hiss face screamed the fact that it wasn’t worth it. he wouldn’t let you go anyway. “i’ll see you tonight when your back then.” he smiled, “come again y/n”

you bit back your words as jungwon dragged you out of the party. he guided you in a way that no one even got close enough to touch you both, which only upset you more. who the hell did he think he was? your dad?

after walking far enough outside from everyone the frustration began to spill out of u.

“what was that?”

“jungwon?” you pulled on your wrist but he wouldn’t budge, “let go of me.”

he didn’t say a word, even refusing to look at you as he opened the passenger door to his car.

“are you fucking serious? why are you treating me like a child?” your wrist was hurting now from all the pulling, and a lump began to form in your throat.

he pulled you into the car and shut the door as if u weighed nothing, getting into the driver’s seat without another word. he started the car and began to drive.

the audacity horrified you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you do that? it’s barely 11 o clock and your forcing me to go home?”

your voice rang in his ears but he didn’t stop. irritation continued to build more and more inside of him.

“you have no right.”

jungwon looked at you then, then looked back at the road. just a few more minutes

“did you hear me? jungwon?” your throat started to burn now. “you’re being so fucking immature. it’s one party. it’s not like i’m too drunk to function.”

jungwon pulled into the driveway of your dorm, parking silently. he turned towards you, your eyes never meeting, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“don’t touch me.” you said quickly, furthering yourself from him. you got out of the car and began to walk, hearing him shut the car doors and follow you.

were you losing it or something? was tonight a dream? this wasn’t playful banter anymore.

no, that kiss had made everything real now.

“can you fucking say something?” you turned around again after jungwon had locked the door behind him.

he faced you now, his eyes finally meeting yours. god, why did he look like that? so perfect, so tired, so angry.

jungwon took a step towards you, “why were you there tonight?” his voice was low, but sure of itself nonetheless. ur heart beat faster.

“i wanted to go. why does it matter?” he was in front of you now, so you were practically forced to look up at him. you despised how much power he had over you at this moment, regretting the drinks u had and how weak you were in comparison.

“don’t be like that.” jungwon said, stern. “we argue, i leave, and you’re there. at my fucking house with my fucking friend like you don’t care at all? what would everyone there think? what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

your eyes widened. what? you were the bad guy now?

“you have no right to be upset.”

jungwon held onto the side of your shoulder, his fingers dripping with possession. “i have every right. i just spent the past few days driving myself crazy over the thought of you. alone. all by myself.” your heart squeezed, beating with an even more rapid pace now. “while you were here, in seoul— with him. showing off like you both are in some kind of sick relationship. if i’m not around that’s just how u act? huh?”

you scoffed. “how i act? we had a drink jungwon. that’s it. god, you weren’t even supposed to be there.”

his brows furrowed even deeper, getting angrier by the minute. “are you fucking serious? so how far would things have gone if i wasn’t there?”

you turned your head bitterly, not even daring to look at him.

“you were all fucking over him, y/n. laughing.” jungwon took your face in his hands forcing u to look up at him again. “do i really mean that little to you?”

the words hit you harshly. how could he say that? did he know how much you missed him these few days? you couldn’t get the fight out of ur head. was it seriously all just your fault?

“we’re friends, jungwon.” you ignored the thoughts and tried to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

“and heeseung?” he looked for a response in your face but ur expression remained blank. “do you have feelings for him?”

“you’re being ridiculous.” you struggled. “let go of me.”

“i won’t. you’re just gonna run to someone else instead, right?” jungwon held onto you a little tighter. “he’s good looking huh?” jealousy consumed him. “tell me the truth right now. do you have feelings for him?”

you couldn’t move anymore, completely defeated.

“do you even know the way you make me feel?” jungwon asked, breathlessly looking into you. your stomach fluttered. “i don’t wanna see you with him. i don’t want to see you with anyone.”

his arms were too strong. the black tank top he was wearing showcased it— along with his delicate skin and masculine figure. you were practically melting into him.

“it makes me sick.” jungwon closed his eyes for one long pause. his emotions were obviously more than just pure jealousy, and that overwhelmed him. this unfamiliar feeling was way too much. and the worst part was that he couldn’t even find the words to express it.

“jungwon..” you said softly, the guilt rushing in.

“do you know how much i thought of you while i was gone? do you know how bad i felt? i kept looking at your pictures. i knew i didn’t even deserve to text you so i didn’t, y/n.” jungwon’s grip softened. “i missed you so much. but u just don’t care.”

he looked so beautiful.

“i can’t even think about anything or anyone else. i hate this.”

“jungwon.” you brought your hand to his face, his bangs flowing lightly above his eyes. you loved him like this. so raw, so frantic. “i’m sorry..”

a spark of hope flashed across his face. “tell me you don’t like him,” he breathed out. “tell me you only want me.”

you were completely and utterly dazed. it was as if he was hypnotizing you with his pleading.

“i don’t want him..” you gasped, “just you, wonnie—”

you were silenced by his mouth crashing onto yours. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing your body against his own. he kissed you hungrily, as if he needed you in order to breathe. rough and messy. you both stumbled towards the bedroom in a frenzy.

your fingers found his hair as he laid you down on the bed, pressing each other’s faces even closer. you could taste the beer on his breath, and the resentment on his lips.

he got rougher as the minutes went by; his fingers seeping deeper into your skin and his tongue getting deeper in your mouth. this felt entirely different than the first time you had kissed.

it felt desperate.

he tugged on your skirt, harshly brushing the side of your leg that heeseung had touched. that feeling of anger still seethed within him. he broke the kiss and moved onto your neck, recklessly leaving bruises as you struggled to bite back your moans.

“jungwon..” you begged.

he didn’t stop, and you could feel your neck getting covered by hickeys as he moved faster. you pulled on his hair again, attempting to numb the pain.

this was wrong. so wrong. you both aren’t meant to have each other this way. it was the one rule that clouded both of ur minds all these years.

and as the minutes went by, it was going way too far.

he began to lift your tank top, your stomach showing. he looked up at you, meeting your eyes once again. you were too tempting. any sense of rationality he had flew out the window the second he saw you with him.

“tell me you missed me..” he sucked on the skin of your stomach now, teasing. “you’re so beautiful..”

you bit your lip in response. it was too much.

“you’re mine y/n.” you could already see the bruises forming on your stomach as he tugged on your skirt again, this time pulling it off.

he could see the damp cloth in between your legs, blood pumping through him vigorously as well. he couldn’t even think straight anymore, pulling his sweats down in response.

“i missed you jungwon..” you looked down at him, his hands pinning yours down. “i’m yours.”

your submission caused him to groan— loudly. you were always so bratty. so bossy. so frustrating. it was maddening that he had to have you like this for you to finally listen to him,

though jungwon wasn’t exactly complaining.

he moved up to kiss you again, his hardness pressing up against ur sensitive core, sending a shiver down the spine. was this really happening?

you moved your hands to press up against him but he just took them again, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the bedsheets. jungwon drove his hips into u causing a moan to escape from him, breaking the kiss briefly. he kissed you again, grinding rapidly like an animal. the moans were suffocated by kissing, and the feeling was quickly becoming exorbitant.

“don’t touch anyone else…” he breathed out in between kisses. “not when i make you feel this good.”

the words quivered out of his throat, and he himself felt as though he was getting too close.

“please-” he breathed out a little, shuddering. "i touched myself thinking of you the entire time i was gone..."

you gripped his hair again. all you wanted to do was make him feel good.

u reached down to your underwear and began to pull them off when a hand stopped you. “y/n…” jungwon looked you in the eyes. “if you do that i won’t be able to stop.”

a small smile tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again.

you looked so perfect. all bruised up. all his.

he pushed your underwear to the side, brushing his fingers against your folds causing you to gasp a little. forcing himself to hold back, jungwon’s moans overpowered yours nevertheless.

he kissed you softly as he slid a finger inside of you, the tightness causing you both to gasp. he had been enjoying this even more than u did, clenching around him— completely lost.

jungwon rubbed your clit, causing u to stop kissing back and bite your bottom lip instead. you were so sore it hurt, but the feeling of release undeniably kept building inside of u.

frustrated, he moves his finger even deeper inside, getting rougher. “i want to hear your voice, please…” he begs pathetically, grinding his hips up against the mattress to get any sense of relief.

you blink hard, breathing loudly as he adds another finger inside, causing you to moan into his ear. so responsive. he smiles a bit, moving inside of u. he felt that u were close. “jungwon!” you pushed his shoulders a little but it was so use.

“you can’t take it?” he asks, taking your lips in his mouth once again.

“let me make you feel good..” you breathe out, “wonnie please.”

he doesn’t object. he physically couldn’t. he was even close to pathetically cumming untouched against the bed.

jungwon’s fingers slid out of you softly. he brought them up to his face and then into his mouth, looking at you as he licked them clean. ur eyes widen at the dirty motion, speechless at how the boy you met as little kid could act this way in front of you now.

he pulled down his underwear with his free hand, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his mouth. feeling how hard he was fully bare now, a gasp escapes your lips.

honestly the pure thought of this had always terrified you. and you had thought about it—with jungwon specifically—a lot.

he couldn’t wait anymore, bringing his hands down to himself, rubbing it against your wet folds roughly. pre-cum dripped from him, and just thinking about having sex with u was bound to make him cum at any moment now.

he kissed you again, slower this time, and he pressed up against your entrance.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispers, moaning the second he pushes inside of you.

you couldn’t even speak anymore, choking at how both painful and pleasurable this indescribable feeling was.

you felt so tight around him that he rolled his eyes back, attempting to hold onto the mattress as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt you. he moaned louder as he moved in and out of you, mindlessly moving his body now.

hearing jungwon’s noises only made you closer. and he could feel you clench around him. “y/n…” he went faster, “am i doing good?”

you clenched your fists, causing him to take your hands himself. you nodded rapidly, unable to speak. jungwon covered your eyes with his free hand, going all the way inside of you.

you pant loudly, the confusion building in your core. “shhh,” he yelps. “you’re all mine. no one else can have you like this, right y/n? i love you. you make me feel so— f-fucking good..”

his words are too much and you completely let go. the feeling of u tightening around him forces jungwon to come undone as well, deafening moans filling the empty room. he loves hearing you so much. ill do this forever from now on...

jungwon couldn’t help but beam with pride looking down at you. bruises from his lips and touch, his cum endlessly dripping out of you.

you were all fucking his— no matter what.

general: @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @whoisovee @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

notes: guys im not exaggerating when I say it took me soooo long to write this even tho the editing and storyline is a bit rough😓. this is my first request so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what u wanted length/material wise. i was literally studying tiktoks, content, his lives, etc. to really evoke jealous jungwon since i love that side of him so much. my content is a bit dark so it was hard to mix the two feelings which is why its a bit confusing lol. im not super happy with it cuz its kind of a mess but i hope u guys enjoy this and ty ty to this anon for requesting! (side note: did anyone notice lost promises sunghoon make a cameo hehehe)

[peyboritaera]

thank you for 500 notes! <33

[peyboritaera]

hellooo, if u write something noncon for the niki ask pls pls pls don’t romanticize it :/ we are so much here w trauma abt noncon (straight up r4pe) n seeing ppl romanticize it is js fucked up :/ i really like ur acc so i rlly hope ur not going to romanticize r4pe :/

hi!!

the truth is, i don’t write anything i can’t see the guys capable of doing in relationships. although all my work is purely fictional, i always will have that in mind and base a lot on their personality

in my eyes i don’t think any of them would intentionally hurt y/n so i won’t write noncon specifically. that being said, this acc does and will contain mature/dark themes since that’s just the nature of the account.

but please don’t worry! if u ever do feel uncomfortable, don’t feel forced to read everything i write 😓 i completely understand. i really do try to please everyone on this acc >.<

[peyboritaera]

Sorry if my ask with niki is really weird sidjjddkns idk i feel guilty at the possibility of making you uncomfy but it is what it issss, idk how you feel about it yet anyways

don’t worry it doesn’t at all!! guys when i tell u i read/am into the weirdest shit sometimes… like my writing can’t even convey it ngl bc i havent expressed it much and i’m scared 🫪

i don’t have any rules for now about requests, so feel free to send whatever u wanna see from me!! <33

[peyboritaera]

Lowkey hear me out lowkeyyyy, idk if you thought about nikis toxic smau yet but i have an idea. Idk how dark your willing to go so ill just lay it all out. Niki is y/n bully right, shes a nerd at school and hes cool obviously. He picks on her in public but things that arent crazy, like making fun of her, calling her names, lowkey making her do his homework but infront of others its not soo obvious like yes shes doing his homwork but the scene goes something like "homework? Nahh y/ns got me, dont you glasses" or some other subtly degrading nickname. So thats infront of people because he cant be too cruel if he wants to be liked by people. But thennn in private, hes genuinely scary, like makes her do humiliating shit in public like, and idk if this is toooo weird you can do something different thats humiliating, he doesnt allow her to use the restroom all day but infront of others he keeps making her drink stuff and saying "glasses wouldnt be so rude to not accept a gift from ME her best friend" all mockingly, and then he lets her go at the last secong (or he doesnt 👀) and the text messages would be her begging him and him beinf so annoying but mean. Like i want him to have the vibe of shoving her in the hallways, shoving her in a locker, physical threats, i want her to act out and for him to punish her because how dare SHE not listen to HIM. Maybe doesnt start off as sexual but one day he just uses her (noncon if your comfy with that) and then cant get enough. Shell be in class and hell text "come to this classroom" and shes like "no pls" and then hes like "dont fuck with me, i dont have time for you to be a brat, get the fuck over here in less than five minutes or else" and maybe she wants to be at least exclusive and he just laughs at her, he wants her to be his but doesnt feel the need to be anyway to make her happy (he still doesnt sleep with others but maybe still is a flirt) like he texts y/n one day and she gives attitude and hes like "do you wanna get smacked? Why tf are you talking to me like that" then y/n is like "well you let jessica feel you up entire history period so why not text her" and then he gets mad because again who tf is sheee to tell himmm what to do. Then he maybe like punishes her but gives her crumbs of like "no im not sleeping with anyone" but somehow still an asshole. As you can telllll niki is my bias so i have a lottt of hopes, use all, none or a bit of it, whateverrr you feel like :3 i know im gonna love your writing either way

Sorry for this being so long...

oh my goshhhh ur so creative wait :oooo

for my toxic smau for niki i’ll probably make it different, but as a request i can definitely do something similar to this if u want??? thank u sm for these ideas thoo like genuinely i’m honored u would want ME to write something ab this or to base my writing off ur ideas.

it seems like ur an author urself with this!! ur so sweettt i’ll def try to do a good job w/ niki bc he’s ur bias >.<

[peyboritaera]

i prefer whatever you want! i enjoy your work when it’s smau and the written one 🫶 as long as you continue with your series (specifically hoon’s teehee), so my vote goes to the one you’re most comfortable!

awww thank u anon 🥹 i will be continuing to do both smau and written ofc!! and yes lost promises will be still posted along with all of my other toxic series works.. don’t worry 🥰 ur so sweet tho i’ll try to speed it up js for u xx

[peyboritaera]

hellooo everyone :)) how have u been >.<

thank you for your patience with me and the love on my recent work. i was wondering if you guys would prefer me focusing on specifically smau, written works, or written works for my smaus. i wanna know what u guys like seeing me post!! please continue to interact and send me requests for whatever i love it~

more of my...

smau only

smau + written parts for toxic enha

written works!

Voting ended onJul 11

[peyboritaera]

Could you please pls pls do a drabble with Jealous Jungwon 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for being my first req! ur wish is my command (i apologize in advance)~

WARNING : content contains (dark) suggestive content + SMUT. read at your own risk.

miss me? , yang jungwon ⁀➴

[synopsis - inspired by fwb jungwon series!] after a fight over a “meaningless” kiss shared between you both as close childhood friends, jungwon had fled the city for a few days. coming back earlier than scheduled, he finds you unexpectedly cozy with his best friend/roommate at a party. the look on your face was disgustingly sweet— did you even miss him?

“you’re back already?” jay greeted him, clearly a little drunk from all of the beer sprawled across the table.

“mmm. i didn’t realize you were throwing another party” jungwon bent over to grab a closed bottle, “i’ll just have a drink and leave.”

the house was loud, and there were probably hundreds of people there that he couldn’t recognize by name alone. the only thing he really disliked about the parties jay threw were how disorderly they appeared. jungwon hated giving people the wrong impression. “jeez hyung,” jungwon took a sip, “who even is here?”

“everyone!” jake giggled excitedly. all of the guys looked like monsters in comparison to the magnetic, cheerful sim jaeyun. “c’mon guys… let’s go hang out with some people other than each other.” he rolled his eyes.

“i don’t want to.” sunghoon sighed, tossing a bottle into a bin. “this disgusts me. i’ll be in my room.”

“just tell ur girlfriend to come here,” riki laughed, speaking to basically no one as sunghoon disappears from eyeshot into a dark hallway.

jake tugged on jungwon’s arm. “let’s have fun pleasee. ur my last hope.” jungwon hated to admit that his puppy dog-eyes amused him a little.

“where’s heeseung hyungie?” jungwon asked, looking around the carousel of people passing by them one by one.

jake squinted to retrace his memory. “oh! i think y/n came and he wanted to keep an eye on her.”

the loud music stilled entirely in jungwon’s ear. he had been thinking about u since the moment he had left. the kiss u shared. how u both acted like nothing happened— like it didn’t matter. the fight that got in between the two of you because of it. how much he missed ur face all those days he was away.

he didn’t have any right to be mad at u for coming to the party. regardless, he was. and that feeling began to suffocate him more and more by the second.

“she’s here?” jungwon took another sip of beer, longer than all of his previous ones, surprised.

“mhm. she said hi to us then went to walk around with heeseung.” jake recognized the concerned look on jungwon’s face. “do you wanna look for her?”

even though jake never said it out loud, he knew jungwon had feelings for you. it was painfully obvious.

“she doesn’t even know i’m back.” jungwon finished the bottle, the alcohol numbing the burn he felt in his heart. “did she even ask about me?”

jake looked down and shook his head slightly. “let’s go.”

jungwon followed jake’s pull of the arm, his mind racing a mile a minute and any happiness he had carried walking in completely vanishing. honestly, if he had drank anymore he couldn’t mask the emotions he was feeling right now. she didn’t care about him, huh? why was she even here in the first place? why was she spending time with heeseung, his oldest friend? it didn’t make any sense.

again, he didn’t have any right to be angry. he knew that you both shared feelings for one another, he just couldn’t bare to face that reality now— or ever.

before he knew it he was bumping into people, but they didn’t matter. none of them had your face. your smell. your body.

his eyes felt hopeless.

“they’re down there!” jake cut through jungwon’s thoughts, pointing down under the staircase where both you and heeseung sat.

you looked beautiful. i mean you always looked beautiful but the fact that days had gone by without seeing the real you—not just instagram photos through a screen— made ur appearance even more captivating. that face which had been haunting him since the day he met you.

but then, he saw heeseung too.

your legs were sprawled on top of his on the couch. to anyone else, this would seem much, much, more than just "friendly". cute even. you were laughing at whatever bullshit he was saying, and he was touching your hair with his fingers playfully. you both shared the same red flush on ur cheeks.

jungwon recognized the look in heeseung’s eye. it wasn’t as innocent as yours. it was deliberate.

he felt like he was going to throw up.

“jungwon?” jake asked, recognizing the way his expression had darkened to an even more worrying shade than when he had initially mentioned heeseung and you.

jungwon shrugged jake off and started going down the stairs, as if his body was pulling him to u before his head could.

you still hadn’t realized he was there. did you just not care? did u forget about him? did all those years just mean nothing?

jungwon walked over to the couch, earning concerned and annoyed looks from those at the party he had pushed past.

he could clearly hear your voice now. that laugh. as if it was taunting him.

he saw heeseung touch the side of your thigh, laughing as well, just playing it off.

that was enough.

jungwon took a few strides, unmistakably making his presence known now.

“jungwon?” you looked up, the smile dropping from your face immediately.

heeseung’s hand dropped from your hair and legs as he turned his head around to face jungwon. though, he didn’t move— provoking him.

“miss me?” jungwon mocked. he was clearly angry. his eyes said it all.

“jungwonnie~” heeseung smiled, getting up off the couch to greet him. the seconds that went by felt painful. he pulled him in for a hug but jungwon’s arms stayed to his sides. “back so soon?”

you stood up too now, suddenly anxious. you hadn’t anticipated jungwon to be here. if you had known, you wouldn’t have come to begin with.

“do you wanna drink with us?” heeseung pulled away, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the table.

you recognized that look on jungwon’s face more than anything else.

he was jealous.

it made no sense. you didn’t owe him anything. you were single. you could do whatever you wanted, and it wasn’t like you and heeseung were even doing anything, right?

jungwon looked at you. why do you look so guilty? he scoffed, annoyed.

“no, i’ve had enough to drink tonight.” jungwon’s eyes met heeseung’s again. “i think i’m just gonna take y/n home.”

this angered you even further. you took a step towards them, behind heeseung. “i didn’t ask you to.” you said calmly, not satisfying his need for a reaction. jungwon wanted u bothered, right? you could push those feelings down easily...

the corner of jungwon’s lip curved up, taking your wrist in his hand. he hated the way you stood behind heeseung as if you were his instead. “you’ve clearly had enough fun.”

heeseung wanted to protest, but he didn’t. he had pushed jungwon enough for today. the look in hiss face screamed the fact that it wasn’t worth it. he wouldn’t let you go anyway. “i’ll see you tonight when your back then.” he smiled, “come again y/n”

you bit back your words as jungwon dragged you out of the party. he guided you in a way that no one even got close enough to touch you both, which only upset you more. who the hell did he think he was? your dad?

after walking far enough outside from everyone the frustration began to spill out of u.

“what was that?”

“jungwon?” you pulled on your wrist but he wouldn’t budge, “let go of me.”

he didn’t say a word, even refusing to look at you as he opened the passenger door to his car.

“are you fucking serious? why are you treating me like a child?” your wrist was hurting now from all the pulling, and a lump began to form in your throat.

he pulled you into the car and shut the door as if u weighed nothing, getting into the driver’s seat without another word. he started the car and began to drive.

the audacity horrified you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you do that? it’s barely 11 o clock and your forcing me to go home?”

your voice rang in his ears but he didn’t stop. irritation continued to build more and more inside of him.

“you have no right.”

jungwon looked at you then, then looked back at the road. just a few more minutes

“did you hear me? jungwon?” your throat started to burn now. “you’re being so fucking immature. it’s one party. it’s not like i’m too drunk to function.”

jungwon pulled into the driveway of your dorm, parking silently. he turned towards you, your eyes never meeting, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“don’t touch me.” you said quickly, furthering yourself from him. you got out of the car and began to walk, hearing him shut the car doors and follow you.

were you losing it or something? was tonight a dream? this wasn’t playful banter anymore.

no, that kiss had made everything real now.

“can you fucking say something?” you turned around again after jungwon had locked the door behind him.

he faced you now, his eyes finally meeting yours. god, why did he look like that? so perfect, so tired, so angry.

jungwon took a step towards you, “why were you there tonight?” his voice was low, but sure of itself nonetheless. ur heart beat faster.

“i wanted to go. why does it matter?” he was in front of you now, so you were practically forced to look up at him. you despised how much power he had over you at this moment, regretting the drinks u had and how weak you were in comparison.

“don’t be like that.” jungwon said, stern. “we argue, i leave, and you’re there. at my fucking house with my fucking friend like you don’t care at all? what would everyone there think? what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

your eyes widened. what? you were the bad guy now?

“you have no right to be upset.”

jungwon held onto the side of your shoulder, his fingers dripping with possession. “i have every right. i just spent the past few days driving myself crazy over the thought of you. alone. all by myself.” your heart squeezed, beating with an even more rapid pace now. “while you were here, in seoul— with him. showing off like you both are in some kind of sick relationship. if i’m not around that’s just how u act? huh?”

you scoffed. “how i act? we had a drink jungwon. that’s it. god, you weren’t even supposed to be there.”

his brows furrowed even deeper, getting angrier by the minute. “are you fucking serious? so how far would things have gone if i wasn’t there?”

you turned your head bitterly, not even daring to look at him.

“you were all fucking over him, y/n. laughing.” jungwon took your face in his hands forcing u to look up at him again. “do i really mean that little to you?”

the words hit you harshly. how could he say that? did he know how much you missed him these few days? you couldn’t get the fight out of ur head. was it seriously all just your fault?

“we’re friends, jungwon.” you ignored the thoughts and tried to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

“and heeseung?” he looked for a response in your face but ur expression remained blank. “do you have feelings for him?”

“you’re being ridiculous.” you struggled. “let go of me.”

“i won’t. you’re just gonna run to someone else instead, right?” jungwon held onto you a little tighter. “he’s good looking huh?” jealousy consumed him. “tell me the truth right now. do you have feelings for him?”

you couldn’t move anymore, completely defeated.

“do you even know the way you make me feel?” jungwon asked, breathlessly looking into you. your stomach fluttered. “i don’t wanna see you with him. i don’t want to see you with anyone.”

his arms were too strong. the black tank top he was wearing showcased it— along with his delicate skin and masculine figure. you were practically melting into him.

“it makes me sick.” jungwon closed his eyes for one long pause. his emotions were obviously more than just pure jealousy, and that overwhelmed him. this unfamiliar feeling was way too much. and the worst part was that he couldn’t even find the words to express it.

“jungwon..” you said softly, the guilt rushing in.

“do you know how much i thought of you while i was gone? do you know how bad i felt? i kept looking at your pictures. i knew i didn’t even deserve to text you so i didn’t, y/n.” jungwon’s grip softened. “i missed you so much. but u just don’t care.”

he looked so beautiful.

“i can’t even think about anything or anyone else. i hate this.”

“jungwon.” you brought your hand to his face, his bangs flowing lightly above his eyes. you loved him like this. so raw, so frantic. “i’m sorry..”

a spark of hope flashed across his face. “tell me you don’t like him,” he breathed out. “tell me you only want me.”

you were completely and utterly dazed. it was as if he was hypnotizing you with his pleading.

“i don’t want him..” you gasped, “just you, wonnie—”

you were silenced by his mouth crashing onto yours. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing your body against his own. he kissed you hungrily, as if he needed you in order to breathe. rough and messy. you both stumbled towards the bedroom in a frenzy.

your fingers found his hair as he laid you down on the bed, pressing each other’s faces even closer. you could taste the beer on his breath, and the resentment on his lips.

he got rougher as the minutes went by; his fingers seeping deeper into your skin and his tongue getting deeper in your mouth. this felt entirely different than the first time you had kissed.

it felt desperate.

he tugged on your skirt, harshly brushing the side of your leg that heeseung had touched. that feeling of anger still seethed within him. he broke the kiss and moved onto your neck, recklessly leaving bruises as you struggled to bite back your moans.

“jungwon..” you begged.

he didn’t stop, and you could feel your neck getting covered by hickeys as he moved faster. you pulled on his hair again, attempting to numb the pain.

this was wrong. so wrong. you both aren’t meant to have each other this way. it was the one rule that clouded both of ur minds all these years.

and as the minutes went by, it was going way too far.

he began to lift your tank top, your stomach showing. he looked up at you, meeting your eyes once again. you were too tempting. any sense of rationality he had flew out the window the second he saw you with him.

“tell me you missed me..” he sucked on the skin of your stomach now, teasing. “you’re so beautiful..”

you bit your lip in response. it was too much.

“you’re mine y/n.” you could already see the bruises forming on your stomach as he tugged on your skirt again, this time pulling it off.

he could see the damp cloth in between your legs, blood pumping through him vigorously as well. he couldn’t even think straight anymore, pulling his sweats down in response.

“i missed you jungwon..” you looked down at him, his hands pinning yours down. “i’m yours.”

your submission caused him to groan— loudly. you were always so bratty. so bossy. so frustrating. it was maddening that he had to have you like this for you to finally listen to him,

though jungwon wasn’t exactly complaining.

he moved up to kiss you again, his hardness pressing up against ur sensitive core, sending a shiver down the spine. was this really happening?

you moved your hands to press up against him but he just took them again, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the bedsheets. jungwon drove his hips into u causing a moan to escape from him, breaking the kiss briefly. he kissed you again, grinding rapidly like an animal. the moans were suffocated by kissing, and the feeling was quickly becoming exorbitant.

“don’t touch anyone else…” he breathed out in between kisses. “not when i make you feel this good.”

the words quivered out of his throat, and he himself felt as though he was getting too close.

“please-” he breathed out a little, shuddering. "i touched myself thinking of you the entire time i was gone..."

you gripped his hair again. all you wanted to do was make him feel good.

u reached down to your underwear and began to pull them off when a hand stopped you. “y/n…” jungwon looked you in the eyes. “if you do that i won’t be able to stop.”

a small smile tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again.

you looked so perfect. all bruised up. all his.

he pushed your underwear to the side, brushing his fingers against your folds causing you to gasp a little. forcing himself to hold back, jungwon’s moans overpowered yours nevertheless.

he kissed you softly as he slid a finger inside of you, the tightness causing you both to gasp. he had been enjoying this even more than u did, clenching around him— completely lost.

jungwon rubbed your clit, causing u to stop kissing back and bite your bottom lip instead. you were so sore it hurt, but the feeling of release undeniably kept building inside of u.

frustrated, he moves his finger even deeper inside, getting rougher. “i want to hear your voice, please…” he begs pathetically, grinding his hips up against the mattress to get any sense of relief.

you blink hard, breathing loudly as he adds another finger inside, causing you to moan into his ear. so responsive. he smiles a bit, moving inside of u. he felt that u were close. “jungwon!” you pushed his shoulders a little but it was so use.

“you can’t take it?” he asks, taking your lips in his mouth once again.

“let me make you feel good..” you breathe out, “wonnie please.”

he doesn’t object. he physically couldn’t. he was even close to pathetically cumming untouched against the bed.

jungwon’s fingers slid out of you softly. he brought them up to his face and then into his mouth, looking at you as he licked them clean. ur eyes widen at the dirty motion, speechless at how the boy you met as little kid could act this way in front of you now.

he pulled down his underwear with his free hand, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his mouth. feeling how hard he was fully bare now, a gasp escapes your lips.

honestly the pure thought of this had always terrified you. and you had thought about it—with jungwon specifically—a lot.

he couldn’t wait anymore, bringing his hands down to himself, rubbing it against your wet folds roughly. pre-cum dripped from him, and just thinking about having sex with u was bound to make him cum at any moment now.

he kissed you again, slower this time, and he pressed up against your entrance.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispers, moaning the second he pushes inside of you.

you couldn’t even speak anymore, choking at how both painful and pleasurable this indescribable feeling was.

you felt so tight around him that he rolled his eyes back, attempting to hold onto the mattress as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt you. he moaned louder as he moved in and out of you, mindlessly moving his body now.

hearing jungwon’s noises only made you closer. and he could feel you clench around him. “y/n…” he went faster, “am i doing good?”

you clenched your fists, causing him to take your hands himself. you nodded rapidly, unable to speak. jungwon covered your eyes with his free hand, going all the way inside of you.

you pant loudly, the confusion building in your core. “shhh,” he yelps. “you’re all mine. no one else can have you like this, right y/n? i love you. you make me feel so— f-fucking good..”

his words are too much and you completely let go. the feeling of u tightening around him forces jungwon to come undone as well, deafening moans filling the empty room. he loves hearing you so much. ill do this forever from now on...

jungwon couldn’t help but beam with pride looking down at you. bruises from his lips and touch, his cum endlessly dripping out of you.

you were all fucking his— no matter what.

general: @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @whoisovee @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

notes: guys im not exaggerating when I say it took me soooo long to write this even tho the editing and storyline is a bit rough😓. this is my first request so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what u wanted length/material wise. i was literally studying tiktoks, content, his lives, etc. to really evoke jealous jungwon since i love that side of him so much. my content is a bit dark so it was hard to mix the two feelings which is why its a bit confusing lol. im not super happy with it cuz its kind of a mess but i hope u guys enjoy this and ty ty to this anon for requesting! (side note: did anyone notice lost promises sunghoon make a cameo hehehe)

[peyboritaera]

this is always being edited! so please check out the original :)

[peyboritaera]

Could you please pls pls do a drabble with Jealous Jungwon 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for being my first req! ur wish is my command (i apologize in advance)~

WARNING : content contains (dark) suggestive content + SMUT. read at your own risk.

miss me? , yang jungwon ⁀➴

[synopsis - inspired by fwb jungwon series!] after a fight over a “meaningless” kiss shared between you both as close childhood friends, jungwon had fled the city for a few days. coming back earlier than scheduled, he finds you unexpectedly cozy with his best friend/roommate at a party. the look on your face was disgustingly sweet— did you even miss him?

“you’re back already?” jay greeted him, clearly a little drunk from all of the beer sprawled across the table.

“mmm. i didn’t realize you were throwing another party” jungwon bent over to grab a closed bottle, “i’ll just have a drink and leave.”

the house was loud, and there were probably hundreds of people there that he couldn’t recognize by name alone. the only thing he really disliked about the parties jay threw were how disorderly they appeared. jungwon hated giving people the wrong impression. “jeez hyung,” jungwon took a sip, “who even is here?”

“everyone!” jake giggled excitedly. all of the guys looked like monsters in comparison to the magnetic, cheerful sim jaeyun. “c’mon guys… let’s go hang out with some people other than each other.” he rolled his eyes.

“i don’t want to.” sunghoon sighed, tossing a bottle into a bin. “this disgusts me. i’ll be in my room.”

“just tell ur girlfriend to come here,” riki laughed, speaking to basically no one as sunghoon disappears from eyeshot into a dark hallway.

jake tugged on jungwon’s arm. “let’s have fun pleasee. ur my last hope.” jungwon hated to admit that his puppy dog-eyes amused him a little.

“where’s heeseung hyungie?” jungwon asked, looking around the carousel of people passing by them one by one.

jake squinted to retrace his memory. “oh! i think y/n came and he wanted to keep an eye on her.”

the loud music stilled entirely in jungwon’s ear. he had been thinking about u since the moment he had left. the kiss u shared. how u both acted like nothing happened— like it didn’t matter. the fight that got in between the two of you because of it. how much he missed ur face all those days he was away.

he didn’t have any right to be mad at u for coming to the party. regardless, he was. and that feeling began to suffocate him more and more by the second.

“she’s here?” jungwon took another sip of beer, longer than all of his previous ones, surprised.

“mhm. she said hi to us then went to walk around with heeseung.” jake recognized the concerned look on jungwon’s face. “do you wanna look for her?”

even though jake never said it out loud, he knew jungwon had feelings for you. it was painfully obvious.

“she doesn’t even know i’m back.” jungwon finished the bottle, the alcohol numbing the burn he felt in his heart. “did she even ask about me?”

jake looked down and shook his head slightly. “let’s go.”

jungwon followed jake’s pull of the arm, his mind racing a mile a minute and any happiness he had carried walking in completely vanishing. honestly, if he had drank anymore he couldn’t mask the emotions he was feeling right now. she didn’t care about him, huh? why was she even here in the first place? why was she spending time with heeseung, his oldest friend? it didn’t make any sense.

again, he didn’t have any right to be angry. he knew that you both shared feelings for one another, he just couldn’t bare to face that reality now— or ever.

before he knew it he was bumping into people, but they didn’t matter. none of them had your face. your smell. your body.

his eyes felt hopeless.

“they’re down there!” jake cut through jungwon’s thoughts, pointing down under the staircase where both you and heeseung sat.

you looked beautiful. i mean you always looked beautiful but the fact that days had gone by without seeing the real you—not just instagram photos through a screen— made ur appearance even more captivating. that face which had been haunting him since the day he met you.

but then, he saw heeseung too.

your legs were sprawled on top of his on the couch. to anyone else, this would seem much, much, more than just "friendly". cute even. you were laughing at whatever bullshit he was saying, and he was touching your hair with his fingers playfully. you both shared the same red flush on ur cheeks.

jungwon recognized the look in heeseung’s eye. it wasn’t as innocent as yours. it was deliberate.

he felt like he was going to throw up.

“jungwon?” jake asked, recognizing the way his expression had darkened to an even more worrying shade than when he had initially mentioned heeseung and you.

jungwon pulled away from jake’s grasp and started going down the stairs, as if his body was pulling him to u before his head could.

you still hadn’t realized he was there. did you just not care? did u forget about him? did all those years just mean nothing?

jungwon walked over to the couch, earning concerned and annoyed looks from those at the party he had pushed past.

he could clearly hear your voice now. that laugh. as if it was taunting him.

he saw heeseung touch the side of your thigh, laughing as well, just playing it off.

that was enough.

jungwon took a few strides, unmistakably making his presence known now.

“jungwon?” you looked up, the smile dropping from your face immediately.

heeseung’s hand dropped from your hair and legs as he turned his head around to face jungwon. though, he didn’t move— provoking him.

“miss me?” jungwon mocked. he was clearly angry. his eyes said it all.

“jungwonnie~” heeseung smiled, getting up off the couch to greet him. the seconds that went by felt painful. he pulled him in for a hug but jungwon’s arms stayed to his sides. “back so soon?”

you stood up too now, suddenly anxious. you hadn’t anticipated jungwon to be here. if you had known, you wouldn’t have come to begin with.

“do you wanna drink with us?” heeseung pulled away, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the table.

you recognized that look on jungwon’s face more than anything else.

he was jealous.

it made no sense. you didn’t owe him anything. you were single. you could do whatever you wanted. it wasn’t like you and heeseung were even doing anything to begin with.

jungwon looked at you. why do you look so guilty? he scoffed, annoyed.

“no, i’ve had enough to drink tonight.” jungwon’s eyes met heeseung’s again. “i think i’m just gonna take y/n home.”

this angered you even further. you took a step towards them, behind heeseung. “i didn’t ask you to.” you said calmly, not satisfying his need for a reaction. jungwon wanted u bothered, right? you could push those feelings down easily...

the corner of jungwon’s lip curved up, taking your wrist in his hand. he hated the way you stood behind heeseung as if you were his instead. “you’ve clearly had enough fun.”

heeseung wanted to protest, but he didn’t. he had pushed jungwon enough for today. the look in jungwon’s face screamed the fact that it wasn’t worth it. he wouldn’t let you go anyway. “i’ll see you tonight when your back then.” he smiled, “come again y/n”

you bit back your words as jungwon dragged you out of the party. he guided you in a way that no one even got close enough to touch you both, which only angered you further. who the hell did he think he was? your dad?

after walking far enough outside from everyone the frustration began to spill out of u.

“what was that?”

“jungwon?” you pulled on your wrist but he wouldn’t budge, “let go of me.”

he didn’t say a word, even refusing to look at you as he opened the passenger door to his car.

“are you fucking serious? why are you treating me like a child?” your wrist was hurting now from all the pulling, and a lump began to form in your throat.

he pulled you into the car and shut the door as if u weighed nothing, getting into the driver’s seat without another word. he started the car and began to drive.

the audacity horrified you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you do that? it’s barely 11 o clock and your forcing me to go home?”

your voice rang in his ears but he didn’t stop. irritation continued to build more and more inside of him.

“you have no right.”

jungwon looked at you then, then looked back at the road. just a few more minutes

“did you hear me? jungwon?” your throat started to burn now. “you’re being so fucking immature. it’s one party. it’s not like i’m too drunk to function.”

jungwon pulled into the driveway of your dorm, parking silently. he turned towards you, your eyes never meeting, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“don’t touch me.” you said quickly, furthering yourself from him. you got out of the car and began to walk, hearing him shut the car doors and follow you.

were you losing it or something? was tonight a dream? this wasn’t playful banter anymore.

no, that kiss had made everything real now.

“can you fucking say something?” you turned around again after jungwon had locked the door behind him.

he faced you now, his eyes finally meeting yours. god, why did he look like that? so perfect, so tired, so angry.

jungwon took a step towards you, “why were you there tonight?” his voice was low, but sure of itself nonetheless. ur heart beat faster.

“i wanted to go. why does it matter?” he was in front of you now, so you were practically forced to look up at him. you despised how much power he had over you at this moment, regretting the drinks u had and how weak you were in comparison.

“don’t be like that.” jungwon said, stern. “we argue, i leave, and you’re there. at my fucking house with my fucking friend like you don’t care at all? what would everyone there think? what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

your eyes widened. what? you were the bad guy now?

“you have no right to be upset.”

jungwon held onto the side of your shoulder, his fingers dripping with possession. “i have every right. i just spent the past few days driving myself crazy over the thought of you. alone. all by myself.” your heart squeezed, beating with an even more rapid pace now. “while you were here, in seoul— with him. showing off like you both are in some kind of sick relationship. if i’m not around that’s just how u act? huh?”

you scoffed. “how i act? we had a drink jungwon. that’s it. god, you weren’t even supposed to be there.”

his brows furrowed even deeper, getting angrier by the minute. “are you fucking serious? so how far would things have gone if i wasn’t there?”

you turned your head bitterly, not even daring to look at him.

“you were all fucking over him, y/n. laughing.” jungwon took your face in his hands forcing u to look up at him again. “do i really mean that little to you?”

the words hit you harshly. how could he say that? did he know how much you missed him these few days? you couldn’t get the fight out of ur head. was it seriously all just your fault?

“we’re friends, jungwon.” you ignored the thoughts and tried to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

“and heeseung?” he looked for a response in your face but ur expression remained blank. “do you have feelings for him?”

“you’re being ridiculous.” you struggled. “let go of me.”

“i won’t. you’re just gonna run to someone else instead, right?” jungwon held onto you a little tighter. “he’s good looking huh?” jealousy consumed him. “tell me the truth right now. do you have feelings for him?”

you couldn’t move anymore, completely defeated.

“do you even know the way you make me feel?” jungwon asked, breathlessly looking into you. your stomach fluttered. “i don’t wanna see you with him. i don’t want to see you with anyone.”

his arms were too strong. the black tank top he was wearing showcased it— along with his delicate skin and masculine figure. you were practically melting into him.

“it makes me sick.” jungwon closed his eyes for one long pause. his emotions were obviously more than just pure jealousy, and that overwhelmed him. this unfamiliar feeling was way too much. and the worst part was that he couldn’t even find the words to express it.

“jungwon..” you said softly, the guilt rushing in.

“do you know how much i thought of you while i was gone? do you know how bad i felt? i kept looking at your pictures. i knew i didn’t even deserve to text you so i didn’t, y/n.” jungwon’s grip softened. “i missed you so much. but u just don’t care.”

he looked so beautiful.

“i can’t even think about anything or anyone else. i hate this.”

“jungwon.” you brought your hand to his face, his bangs flowing lightly above his eyes. you loved him like this. so raw, so frantic. “i’m sorry..”

a spark of hope flashed across his face. “tell me you don’t like him,” he breathed out. “tell me you only want me.”

you were completely and utterly dazed. it was as if he was hypnotizing you with his pleading.

“i don’t want him..” you gasped, “just you, wonnie—”

you were silenced by his mouth crashing onto yours. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing your body against his own. he kissed you hungrily, as if he needed you in order to breathe. rough and messy. you both stumbled towards the bedroom in a frenzy.

your fingers found his hair as he laid you down on the bed, pressing each other’s faces even closer. you could taste the beer on his breath, and the resentment on his lips.

he got rougher as the minutes went by; his fingers seeping deeper into your skin and his tongue getting deeper in your mouth. this felt entirely different than the first time you had kissed.

it felt desperate.

he tugged on your skirt, harshly brushing the side of your leg that heeseung had touched. that feeling of anger still seethed within him. he broke the kiss and moved onto your neck, recklessly leaving bruises as you struggled to bite back your moans.

“jungwon..” you begged.

he didn’t stop, and you could feel your neck getting covered by hickeys as he moved faster. you pulled on his hair again, attempting to numb the pain.

this was wrong. so wrong. you both aren’t meant to have each other this way. it was the one rule that clouded both of ur minds all these years.

and as the minutes went by, it was going way too far.

he began to lift your tank top, your stomach showing. he looked up at you, meeting your eyes once again. you were too tempting. any sense of rationality he had flew out the window the second he saw you with him.

“tell me you missed me..” he sucked on the skin of your stomach now, teasing. “you’re so beautiful..”

you bit your lip in response. it was too much.

“you’re mine y/n.” you could already see the bruises forming on your stomach as he tugged on your skirt again, this time pulling it off.

he could see the damp cloth in between your legs, blood pumping through him vigorously as well. he couldn’t even think straight anymore, pulling his sweats down in response.

“i missed you jungwon..” you looked down at him, his hands pinning yours down. “i’m yours.”

your submission caused him to groan— loudly. you were always so bratty. so bossy. so frustrating. it was maddening that he had to have you like this for you to finally listen to him,

though jungwon wasn’t exactly complaining.

he moved up to kiss you again, his hardness pressing up against ur sensitive core, sending a shiver down the spine. was this really happening?

you moved your hands to press up against him but he just took them again, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the bedsheets. jungwon drove his hips into u causing a moan to escape from him, breaking the kiss briefly. he kissed you again, grinding rapidly like an animal. the moans were suffocated by kissing, and the feeling was quickly becoming exorbitant.

“don’t touch anyone else…” he breathed out in between kisses. “not when i make you feel this good.”

the words quivered out of his throat, and he himself felt as though he was getting too close.

“please-” he breathed out a little, shuddering. "i touched myself thinking of you the entire time i was gone..."

you touched his hair again. all you wanted to do was make him feel good.

u reached down to your underwear and began to pull them off when a hand stopped you. “y/n…” jungwon looked you in the eyes. “if you do that i won’t be able to stop.”

a small smile tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again.

you looked so perfect. all bruised up. all his.

he pushed your underwear to the side, brushing his fingers against your folds causing you to gasp a little. forcing himself to hold back, jungwon’s moans overpowered yours nevertheless.

he kissed you softly as he slid a finger inside of you, the tightness causing you both to gasp. he had been enjoying this even more than u did, clenching around him— completely lost.

jungwon rubbed your clit, causing u to stop kissing back and bite your bottom lip instead. you were so sore it hurt, but the feeling of release undeniably kept building inside of u.

frustrated, he moves his finger even deeper inside, getting rougher. “i want to hear your voice, please…” he begs pathetically, grinding his hips up against the mattress to get any sense of relief.

you blink hard, breathing loudly as he adds another finger inside, causing you to moan into his ear. so responsive. he smiles a bit, moving inside of u. he felt that u were close. “jungwon!” you pushed his shoulders a little but it was so use.

“you can’t take it?” he asks, taking your lips in his mouth once again.

“let me make you feel good..” you breathe out, “wonnie please.”

he doesn’t object. he physically couldn’t. he was even close to pathetically cumming untouched against the bed.

jungwon’s fingers slid out of you softly. he brought them up to his face and then into his mouth, looking at you as he licked them clean. ur eyes widen at the dirty motion, speechless at how the boy you met as little kid could act this way in front of you now.

he pulled down his underwear with his free hand, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his mouth. feeling how hard he was fully now, a gasp escapes your lips.

honestly the pure thought of this had always terrified you. and you had thought about it—with jungwon specifically—a lot.

he couldn’t wait anymore, bringing his hands down to himself, rubbing it against your wet folds roughly. pre-cum dripped from him, and just thinking about having sex with u was bound to make him come at any moment now.

he kissed you again, slower this time, and he pressed up against your entrance.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispers, moaning the second he pushes inside of you.

you couldn’t even speak anymore, choking at how both painful and pleasurable this indescribable feeling was.

you felt so tight around him that he rolled his eyes back, attempting to hold onto the mattress as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt you. he moaned louder as he moved in and out of you, mindlessly moving his body now.

hearing jungwon’s noises only made you closer. and he could feel you clench around him. “y/n…” he went faster, “am i doing good?”

you clenched your fists, causing him to take your hands himself. you nodded rapidly, unable to speak. jungwon covered your eyes with his free hand, going all the way inside of you.

you pant loudly, the confusion building in your core. “shhh,” he yelps. “you’re all mine. no one else can have you like this, right y/n? i love you. you make me feel so— f-fucking good..”

his words are too much and you completely let go. the feeling of u tightening around him forces jungwon to come undone as well, deafening moans filling the empty room. he loves hearing you so much. ill do this forever from now on...

jungwon couldn’t help but beam with pride looking down at you. bruises from his lips and touch, his cum endlessly dripping out of you.

you were all fucking his— no matter what.

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notes: guys im not exaggerating when I say it took me soooo long to write this even tho the editing and storyline is a bit rough😓. this is my first request so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what u wanted length/material wise. i was literally studying tiktoks, content, his lives, etc. to really evoke jealous jungwon since i love that side of him so much. my content is a bit dark so it was hard to mix the two feelings which is why its a bit confusing lol. im not super happy with it cuz its kind of a mess but i hope u guys enjoy this and ty ty to this anon for requesting! (side note: did anyone notice lost promises sunghoon make a cameo hehehe)

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Could you please pls pls do a drabble with Jealous Jungwon 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for being my first req! ur wish is my command (i apologize in advance)~

WARNING : content contains (dark) suggestive content + SMUT. read at your own risk.

miss me? , yang jungwon ⁀➴

[synopsis - inspired by fwb jungwon series!] after a fight over a “meaningless” kiss shared between you both as close childhood friends, jungwon had fled the city for a few days. coming back earlier than scheduled, he finds you unexpectedly cozy with his best friend/roommate at a party. the look on your face was disgustingly sweet— did you even miss him?

“you’re back already?” jay greeted him, clearly a little drunk from all of the beer sprawled across the table.

“mmm. i didn’t realize you were throwing another party” jungwon bent over to grab a closed bottle, “i’ll just have a drink and leave.”

the house was loud, and there were probably hundreds of people there that he couldn’t recognize by name alone. the only thing he really disliked about the parties jay threw were how disorderly they appeared. jungwon hated giving people the wrong impression. “jeez hyung,” jungwon took a sip, “who even is here?”

“everyone!” jake giggled excitedly. all of the guys looked like monsters in comparison to the magnetic, cheerful sim jaeyun. “c’mon guys… let’s go hang out with some people other than each other.” he rolled his eyes.

“i don’t want to.” sunghoon sighed, tossing a bottle into a bin. “this disgusts me. i’ll be in my room.”

“just tell ur girlfriend to come here,” riki laughed, speaking to basically no one as sunghoon disappears from eyeshot into a dark hallway.

jake tugged on jungwon’s arm. “let’s have fun pleasee. ur my last hope.” jungwon hated to admit that his puppy dog-eyes amused him a little.

“where’s heeseung hyungie?” jungwon asked, looking around the carousel of people passing by them one by one.

jake squinted to retrace his memory. “oh! i think y/n came and he wanted to keep an eye on her.”

the loud music stilled entirely in jungwon’s ear. he had been thinking about u since the moment he had left. the kiss u shared. how u both acted like nothing happened— like it didn’t matter. the fight that got in between the two of you because of it. how much he missed ur face all those days he was away.

he didn’t have any right to be mad at u for coming to the party. regardless, he was. and that feeling began to suffocate him more and more by the second.

“she’s here?” jungwon took another sip of beer, longer than all of his previous ones, surprised.

“mhm. she said hi to us then went to walk around with heeseung.” jake recognized the concerned look on jungwon’s face. “do you wanna look for her?”

even though jake never said it out loud, he knew jungwon had feelings for you. it was painfully obvious.

“she doesn’t even know i’m back.” jungwon finished the bottle, the alcohol numbing the burn he felt in his heart. “did she even ask about me?”

jake looked down and shook his head slightly. “let’s go.”

jungwon followed jake’s pull of the arm, his mind racing a mile a minute and any happiness he had carried walking in completely vanishing. honestly, if he had drank anymore he couldn’t mask the emotions he was feeling right now. she didn’t care about him, huh? why was she even here in the first place? why was she spending time with heeseung, his oldest friend? it didn’t make any sense.

again, he didn’t have any right to be angry. he knew that you both shared feelings for one another, he just couldn’t bare to face that reality now— or ever.

before he knew it he was bumping into people, but they didn’t matter. none of them had your face. your smell. your body.

his eyes felt hopeless.

“they’re down there!” jake cut through jungwon’s thoughts, pointing down under the staircase where both you and heeseung sat.

you looked beautiful. i mean you always looked beautiful but the fact that days had gone by without seeing the real you—not just instagram photos through a screen— made ur appearance even more captivating. that face which had been haunting him since the day he met you.

but then, he saw heeseung too.

your legs were sprawled on top of his on the couch. to anyone else, this would seem much, much, more than just "friendly". cute even. you were laughing at whatever bullshit he was saying, and he was touching your hair with his fingers playfully. you both shared the same red flush on ur cheeks.

jungwon recognized the look in heeseung’s eye. it wasn’t as innocent as yours. it was deliberate.

he felt like he was going to throw up.

“jungwon?” jake asked, recognizing the way his expression had darkened to an even more worrying shade than when he had initially mentioned heeseung and you.

jungwon pulled away from jake’s grasp and started going down the stairs, as if his body was pulling him to u before his head could.

you still hadn’t realized he was there. did you just not care? did u forget about him? did all those years just mean nothing?

jungwon walked over to the couch, earning concerned and annoyed looks from those at the party he had pushed past.

he could clearly hear your voice now. that laugh. as if it was taunting him.

he saw heeseung touch the side of your thigh, laughing as well, just playing it off.

that was enough.

jungwon took a few strides, unmistakably making his presence known now.

“jungwon?” you looked up, the smile dropping from your face immediately.

heeseung’s hand dropped from your hair and legs as he turned his head around to face jungwon. though, he didn’t move— provoking him.

“miss me?” jungwon mocked. he was clearly angry. his eyes said it all.

“jungwonnie~” heeseung smiled, getting up off the couch to greet him. the seconds that went by felt painful. he pulled him in for a hug but jungwon’s arms stayed to his sides. “back so soon?”

you stood up too now, suddenly anxious. you hadn’t anticipated jungwon to be here. if you had known, you wouldn’t have come to begin with.

“do you wanna drink with us?” heeseung pulled away, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the table.

you recognized that look on jungwon’s face more than anything else.

he was jealous.

it made no sense. you didn’t owe him anything. you were single. you could do whatever you wanted. it wasn’t like you and heeseung were even doing anything to begin with.

jungwon looked at you. why do you look so guilty? he scoffed, annoyed.

“no, i’ve had enough to drink tonight.” jungwon’s eyes met heeseung’s again. “i think i’m just gonna take y/n home.”

this angered you even further. you took a step towards them, behind heeseung. “i didn’t ask you to.” you said calmly, not satisfying his need for a reaction. jungwon wanted u bothered, right? you could push those feelings down easily...

the corner of jungwon’s lip curved up, taking your wrist in his hand. he hated the way you stood behind heeseung as if you were his instead. “you’ve clearly had enough fun.”

heeseung wanted to protest, but he didn’t. he had pushed jungwon enough for today. the look in jungwon’s face screamed the fact that it wasn’t worth it. he wouldn’t let you go anyway. “i’ll see you tonight when your back then.” he smiled, “come again y/n”

you bit back your words as jungwon dragged you out of the party. he guided you in a way that no one even got close enough to touch you both, which only angered you further. who the hell did he think he was? your dad?

after walking far enough outside from everyone the frustration began to spill out of u.

“what was that?”

“jungwon?” you pulled on your wrist but he wouldn’t budge, “let go of me.”

he didn’t say a word, even refusing to look at you as he opened the passenger door to his car.

“are you fucking serious? why are you treating me like a child?” your wrist was hurting now from all the pulling, and a lump began to form in your throat.

he pulled you into the car and shut the door as if u weighed nothing, getting into the driver’s seat without another word. he started the car and began to drive.

the audacity horrified you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you do that? it’s barely 11 o clock and your forcing me to go home?”

your voice rang in his ears but he didn’t stop. irritation continued to build more and more inside of him.

“you have no right.”

jungwon looked at you then, then looked back at the road. just a few more minutes

“did you hear me? jungwon?” your throat started to burn now. “you’re being so fucking immature. it’s one party. it’s not like i’m too drunk to function.”

jungwon pulled into the driveway of your dorm, parking silently. he turned towards you, your eyes never meeting, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“don’t touch me.” you said quickly, furthering yourself from him. you got out of the car and began to walk, hearing him shut the car doors and follow you.

were you losing it or something? was tonight a dream? this wasn’t playful banter anymore.

no, that kiss had made everything real now.

“can you fucking say something?” you turned around again after jungwon had locked the door behind him.

he faced you now, his eyes finally meeting yours. god, why did he look like that? so perfect, so tired, so angry.

jungwon took a step towards you, “why were you there tonight?” his voice was low, but sure of itself nonetheless. ur heart beat faster.

“i wanted to go. why does it matter?” he was in front of you now, so you were practically forced to look up at him. you despised how much power he had over you at this moment, regretting the drinks u had and how weak you were in comparison.

“don’t be like that.” jungwon said, stern. “we argue, i leave, and you’re there. at my fucking house with my fucking friend like you don’t care at all? what would everyone there think? what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

your eyes widened. what? you were the bad guy now?

“you have no right to be upset.”

jungwon held onto the side of your shoulder, his fingers dripping with possession. “i have every right. i just spent the past few days driving myself crazy over the thought of you. alone. all by myself.” your heart squeezed, beating with an even more rapid pace now. “while you were here, in seoul— with him. showing off like you both are in some kind of sick relationship. if i’m not around that’s just how u act? huh?”

you scoffed. “how i act? we had a drink jungwon. that’s it. god, you weren’t even supposed to be there.”

his brows furrowed even deeper, getting angrier by the minute. “are you fucking serious? so how far would things have gone if i wasn’t there?”

you turned your head bitterly, not even daring to look at him.

“you were all fucking over him, y/n. laughing.” jungwon took your face in his hands forcing u to look up at him again. “do i really mean that little to you?”

the words hit you harshly. how could he say that? did he know how much you missed him these few days? you couldn’t get the fight out of ur head. was it seriously all just your fault?

“we’re friends, jungwon.” you ignored the thoughts and tried to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

“and heeseung?” he looked for a response in your face but ur expression remained blank. “do you have feelings for him?”

“you’re being ridiculous.” you struggled. “let go of me.”

“i won’t. you’re just gonna run to someone else instead, right?” jungwon held onto you a little tighter. “he’s good looking huh?” jealousy consumed him. “tell me the truth right now. do you have feelings for him?”

you couldn’t move anymore, completely defeated.

“do you even know the way you make me feel?” jungwon asked, breathlessly looking into you. your stomach fluttered. “i don’t wanna see you with him. i don’t want to see you with anyone.”

his arms were too strong. the black tank top he was wearing showcased it— along with his delicate skin and masculine figure. you were practically melting into him.

“it makes me sick.” jungwon closed his eyes for one long pause. his emotions were obviously more than just pure jealousy, and that overwhelmed him. this unfamiliar feeling was way too much. and the worst part was that he couldn’t even find the words to express it.

“jungwon..” you said softly, the guilt rushing in.

“do you know how much i thought of you while i was gone? do you know how bad i felt? i kept looking at your pictures. i knew i didn’t even deserve to text you so i didn’t, y/n.” jungwon’s grip softened. “i missed you so much. but u just don’t care.”

he looked so beautiful.

“i can’t even think about anything or anyone else. i hate this.”

“jungwon.” you brought your hand to his face, his bangs flowing lightly above his eyes. you loved him like this. so raw, so frantic. “i’m sorry..”

a spark of hope flashed across his face. “tell me you don’t like him,” he breathed out. “tell me you only want me.”

you were completely and utterly dazed. it was as if he was hypnotizing you with his pleading.

“i don’t want him..” you gasped, “just you, wonnie—”

you were silenced by his mouth crashing onto yours. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing your body against his own. he kissed you hungrily, as if he needed you in order to breathe. rough and messy. you both stumbled towards the bedroom in a frenzy.

your fingers found his hair as he laid you down on the bed, pressing each other’s faces even closer. you could taste the beer on his breath, and the resentment on his lips.

he got rougher as the minutes went by; his fingers seeping deeper into your skin and his tongue getting deeper in your mouth. this felt entirely different than the first time you had kissed.

it felt desperate.

he tugged on your skirt, harshly brushing the side of your leg that heeseung had touched. that feeling of anger still seethed within him. he broke the kiss and moved onto your neck, recklessly leaving bruises as you struggled to bite back your moans.

“jungwon..” you begged.

he didn’t stop, and you could feel your neck getting covered by hickeys as he moved faster. you pulled on his hair again, attempting to numb the pain.

this was wrong. so wrong. you both aren’t meant to have each other this way. it was the one rule that clouded both of ur minds all these years.

and as the minutes went by, it was going way too far.

he began to lift your tank top, your stomach showing. he looked up at you, meeting your eyes once again. you were too tempting. any sense of rationality he had flew out the window the second he saw you with him.

“tell me you missed me..” he sucked on the skin of your stomach now, teasing. “you’re so beautiful..”

you bit your lip in response. it was too much.

“you’re mine y/n.” you could already see the bruises forming on your stomach as he tugged on your skirt again, this time pulling it off.

he could see the damp cloth in between your legs, blood pumping through him vigorously as well. he couldn’t even think straight anymore, pulling his sweats down in response.

“i missed you jungwon..” you looked down at him, his hands pinning yours down. “i’m yours.”

your submission caused him to groan— loudly. you were always so bratty. so bossy. so frustrating. it was maddening that he had to have you like this for you to finally listen to him,

though jungwon wasn’t exactly complaining.

he moved up to kiss you again, his hardness pressing up against ur sensitive core, sending a shiver down the spine. was this really happening?

you moved your hands to press up against him but he just took them again, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the bedsheets. jungwon drove his hips into u causing a moan to escape from him, breaking the kiss briefly. he kissed you again, grinding rapidly like an animal. the moans were suffocated by kissing, and the feeling was quickly becoming exorbitant.

“don’t touch anyone else…” he breathed out in between kisses. “not when i make you feel this good.”

the words quivered out of his throat, and he himself felt as though he was getting too close.

“please-” he breathed out a little, shuddering. "i touched myself thinking of you the entire time i was gone..."

you touched his hair again. all you wanted to do was make him feel good.

u reached down to your underwear and began to pull them off when a hand stopped you. “y/n…” jungwon looked you in the eyes. “if you do that i won’t be able to stop.”

a small smile tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again.

you looked so perfect. all bruised up. all his.

he pushed your underwear to the side, brushing his fingers against your folds causing you to gasp a little. forcing himself to hold back, jungwon’s moans overpowered yours nevertheless.

he kissed you softly as he slid a finger inside of you, the tightness causing you both to gasp. he had been enjoying this even more than u did, clenching around him— completely lost.

jungwon rubbed your clit, causing u to stop kissing back and bite your bottom lip instead. you were so sore it hurt, but the feeling of release undeniably kept building inside of u.

frustrated, he moves his finger even deeper inside, getting rougher. “i want to hear your voice, please…” he begs pathetically, grinding his hips up against the mattress to get any sense of relief.

you blink hard, breathing loudly as he adds another finger inside, causing you to moan into his ear. so responsive. he smiles a bit, moving inside of u. he felt that u were close. “jungwon!” you pushed his shoulders a little but it was so use.

“you can’t take it?” he asks, taking your lips in his mouth once again.

“let me make you feel good..” you breathe out, “wonnie please.”

he doesn’t object. he physically couldn’t. he was even close to pathetically cumming untouched against the bed.

jungwon’s fingers slid out of you softly. he brought them up to his face and then into his mouth, looking at you as he licked them clean. ur eyes widen at the dirty motion, speechless at how the boy you met as little kid could act this way in front of you now.

he pulled down his underwear with his free hand, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his mouth. feeling how hard he was fully now, a gasp escapes your lips.

honestly the pure thought of this had always terrified you. and you had thought about it—with jungwon specifically—a lot.

he couldn’t wait anymore, bringing his hands down to himself, rubbing it against your wet folds roughly. pre-cum dripped from him, and just thinking about having sex with u was bound to make him come at any moment now.

he kissed you again, slower this time, and he pressed up against your entrance.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispers, moaning the second he pushes inside of you.

you couldn’t even speak anymore, choking at how both painful and pleasurable this indescribable feeling was.

you felt so tight around him that he rolled his eyes back, attempting to hold onto the mattress as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt you. he moaned louder as he moved in and out of you, mindlessly moving his body now.

hearing jungwon’s noises only made you closer. and he could feel you clench around him. “y/n…” he went faster, “am i doing good?”

you clenched your fists, causing him to take your hands himself. you nodded rapidly, unable to speak. jungwon covered your eyes with his free hand, going all the way inside of you.

you pant loudly, the confusion building in your core. “shhh,” he yelps. “you’re all mine. no one else can have you like this, right y/n? i love you. you make me feel so— f-fucking good..”

his words are too much and you completely let go. the feeling of u tightening around him forces jungwon to come undone as well, deafening moans filling the empty room. he loves hearing you so much. ill do this forever from now on...

jungwon couldn’t help but beam with pride looking down at you. bruises from his lips and touch, his cum endlessly dripping out of you.

you were all fucking his— no matter what.

general: @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @whoisovee @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

notes: guys im not exaggerating when I say it took me soooo long to write this even tho the editing and storyline is a bit rough😓. this is my first request so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what u wanted length/material wise. i was literally studying tiktoks, content, his lives, etc. to really evoke jealous jungwon since i love that side of him so much. my content is a bit dark so it was hard to mix the two feelings which is why its a bit confusing lol. im not super happy with it cuz its kind of a mess but i hope u guys enjoy this and ty ty to this anon for requesting! (side note: did anyone notice lost promises sunghoon make a cameo hehehe)

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Could you please pls pls do a drabble with Jealous Jungwon 🙏🙏🙏

thank you for being my first req! ur wish is my command (i apologize in advance)~

WARNING : content contains (dark) suggestive content + SMUT. read at your own risk.

miss me? , yang jungwon ⁀➴

[synopsis - inspired by fwb jungwon series!] after a fight over a “meaningless” kiss shared between you both as close childhood friends, jungwon had fled the city for a few days. coming back earlier than scheduled, he finds you unexpectedly cozy with his best friend/roommate at a party. the look on your face was disgustingly sweet— did you even miss him?

“you’re back already?” jay greeted him, clearly a little drunk from all of the beer sprawled across the table.

“mmm. i didn’t realize you were throwing another party” jungwon bent over to grab a closed bottle, “i’ll just have a drink and leave.”

the house was loud, and there were probably hundreds of people there that he couldn’t recognize by name alone. the only thing he really disliked about the parties jay threw were how disorderly they appeared. jungwon hated giving people the wrong impression. “jeez hyung,” jungwon took a sip, “who even is here?”

“everyone!” jake giggled excitedly. all of the guys looked like monsters in comparison to the magnetic, cheerful sim jaeyun. “c’mon guys… let’s go hang out with some people other than each other.” he rolled his eyes.

“i don’t want to.” sunghoon sighed, tossing a bottle into a bin. “this disgusts me. i’ll be in my room.”

“just tell ur girlfriend to come here,” riki laughed, speaking to basically no one as sunghoon disappears from eyeshot into a dark hallway.

jake tugged on jungwon’s arm. “let’s have fun pleasee. ur my last hope.” jungwon hated to admit that his puppy dog-eyes amused him a little.

“where’s heeseung hyungie?” jungwon asked, looking around the carousel of people passing by them one by one.

jake squinted to retrace his memory. “oh! i think y/n came and he wanted to keep an eye on her.”

the loud music stilled entirely in jungwon’s ear. he had been thinking about u since the moment he had left. the kiss u shared. how u both acted like nothing happened— like it didn’t matter. the fight that got in between the two of you because of it. how much he missed ur face all those days he was away.

he didn’t have any right to be mad at u for coming to the party. regardless, he was. and that feeling began to suffocate him more and more by the second.

“she’s here?” jungwon took another sip of beer, longer than all of his previous ones, surprised.

“mhm. she said hi to us then went to walk around with heeseung.” jake recognized the concerned look on jungwon’s face. “do you wanna look for her?”

even though jake never said it out loud, he knew jungwon had feelings for you. it was painfully obvious.

“she doesn’t even know i’m back.” jungwon finished the bottle, the alcohol numbing the burn he felt in his heart. “did she even ask about me?”

jake looked down and shook his head slightly. “let’s go.”

jungwon followed jake’s pull of the arm, his mind racing a mile a minute and any happiness he had carried walking in completely vanishing. honestly, if he had drank anymore he couldn’t mask the emotions he was feeling right now. she didn’t care about him, huh? why was she even here in the first place? why was she spending time with heeseung, his oldest friend? it didn’t make any sense.

again, he didn’t have any right to be angry. he knew that you both shared feelings for one another, he just couldn’t bare to face that reality now— or ever.

before he knew it he was bumping into people, but they didn’t matter. none of them had your face. your smell. your body.

his eyes felt hopeless.

“they’re down there!” jake cut through jungwon’s thoughts, pointing down under the staircase where both you and heeseung sat.

you looked beautiful. i mean you always looked beautiful but the fact that days had gone by without seeing the real you—not just instagram photos through a screen— made ur appearance even more captivating. that face which had been haunting him since the day he met you.

but then, he saw heeseung too.

your legs were sprawled on top of his on the couch. to anyone else, this would seem much, much, more than just "friendly". cute even. you were laughing at whatever bullshit he was saying, and he was touching your hair with his fingers playfully. you both shared the same red flush on ur cheeks.

jungwon recognized the look in heeseung’s eye. it wasn’t as innocent as yours. it was deliberate.

he felt like he was going to throw up.

“jungwon?” jake asked, recognizing the way his expression had darkened to an even more worrying shade than when he had initially mentioned heeseung and you.

jungwon shrugged jake off and started going down the stairs, as if his body was pulling him to u before his head could.

you still hadn’t realized he was there. did you just not care? did u forget about him? did all those years just mean nothing?

jungwon walked over to the couch, earning concerned and annoyed looks from those at the party he had pushed past.

he could clearly hear your voice now. that laugh. as if it was taunting him.

he saw heeseung touch the side of your thigh, laughing as well, just playing it off.

that was enough.

jungwon took a few strides, unmistakably making his presence known now.

“jungwon?” you looked up, the smile dropping from your face immediately.

heeseung’s hand dropped from your hair and legs as he turned his head around to face jungwon. though, he didn’t move— provoking him.

“miss me?” jungwon mocked. he was clearly angry. his eyes said it all.

“jungwonnie~” heeseung smiled, getting up off the couch to greet him. the seconds that went by felt painful. he pulled him in for a hug but jungwon’s arms stayed to his sides. “back so soon?”

you stood up too now, suddenly anxious. you hadn’t anticipated jungwon to be here. if you had known, you wouldn’t have come to begin with.

“do you wanna drink with us?” heeseung pulled away, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the table.

you recognized that look on jungwon’s face more than anything else.

he was jealous.

it made no sense. you didn’t owe him anything. you were single. you could do whatever you wanted, and it wasn’t like you and heeseung were even doing anything, right?

jungwon looked at you. why do you look so guilty? he scoffed, annoyed.

“no, i’ve had enough to drink tonight.” jungwon’s eyes met heeseung’s again. “i think i’m just gonna take y/n home.”

this angered you even further. you took a step towards them, behind heeseung. “i didn’t ask you to.” you said calmly, not satisfying his need for a reaction. jungwon wanted u bothered, right? you could push those feelings down easily...

the corner of jungwon’s lip curved up, taking your wrist in his hand. he hated the way you stood behind heeseung as if you were his instead. “you’ve clearly had enough fun.”

heeseung wanted to protest, but he didn’t. he had pushed jungwon enough for today. the look in hiss face screamed the fact that it wasn’t worth it. he wouldn’t let you go anyway. “i’ll see you tonight when your back then.” he smiled, “come again y/n”

you bit back your words as jungwon dragged you out of the party. he guided you in a way that no one even got close enough to touch you both, which only upset you more. who the hell did he think he was? your dad?

after walking far enough outside from everyone the frustration began to spill out of u.

“what was that?”

“jungwon?” you pulled on your wrist but he wouldn’t budge, “let go of me.”

he didn’t say a word, even refusing to look at you as he opened the passenger door to his car.

“are you fucking serious? why are you treating me like a child?” your wrist was hurting now from all the pulling, and a lump began to form in your throat.

he pulled you into the car and shut the door as if u weighed nothing, getting into the driver’s seat without another word. he started the car and began to drive.

the audacity horrified you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why did you do that? it’s barely 11 o clock and your forcing me to go home?”

your voice rang in his ears but he didn’t stop. irritation continued to build more and more inside of him.

“you have no right.”

jungwon looked at you then, then looked back at the road. just a few more minutes

“did you hear me? jungwon?” your throat started to burn now. “you’re being so fucking immature. it’s one party. it’s not like i’m too drunk to function.”

jungwon pulled into the driveway of your dorm, parking silently. he turned towards you, your eyes never meeting, and unbuckled your seatbelt.

“don’t touch me.” you said quickly, furthering yourself from him. you got out of the car and began to walk, hearing him shut the car doors and follow you.

were you losing it or something? was tonight a dream? this wasn’t playful banter anymore.

no, that kiss had made everything real now.

“can you fucking say something?” you turned around again after jungwon had locked the door behind him.

he faced you now, his eyes finally meeting yours. god, why did he look like that? so perfect, so tired, so angry.

jungwon took a step towards you, “why were you there tonight?” his voice was low, but sure of itself nonetheless. ur heart beat faster.

“i wanted to go. why does it matter?” he was in front of you now, so you were practically forced to look up at him. you despised how much power he had over you at this moment, regretting the drinks u had and how weak you were in comparison.

“don’t be like that.” jungwon said, stern. “we argue, i leave, and you’re there. at my fucking house with my fucking friend like you don’t care at all? what would everyone there think? what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

your eyes widened. what? you were the bad guy now?

“you have no right to be upset.”

jungwon held onto the side of your shoulder, his fingers dripping with possession. “i have every right. i just spent the past few days driving myself crazy over the thought of you. alone. all by myself.” your heart squeezed, beating with an even more rapid pace now. “while you were here, in seoul— with him. showing off like you both are in some kind of sick relationship. if i’m not around that’s just how u act? huh?”

you scoffed. “how i act? we had a drink jungwon. that’s it. god, you weren’t even supposed to be there.”

his brows furrowed even deeper, getting angrier by the minute. “are you fucking serious? so how far would things have gone if i wasn’t there?”

you turned your head bitterly, not even daring to look at him.

“you were all fucking over him, y/n. laughing.” jungwon took your face in his hands forcing u to look up at him again. “do i really mean that little to you?”

the words hit you harshly. how could he say that? did he know how much you missed him these few days? you couldn’t get the fight out of ur head. was it seriously all just your fault?

“we’re friends, jungwon.” you ignored the thoughts and tried to pull out of his grasp but it was no use.

“and heeseung?” he looked for a response in your face but ur expression remained blank. “do you have feelings for him?”

“you’re being ridiculous.” you struggled. “let go of me.”

“i won’t. you’re just gonna run to someone else instead, right?” jungwon held onto you a little tighter. “he’s good looking huh?” jealousy consumed him. “tell me the truth right now. do you have feelings for him?”

you couldn’t move anymore, completely defeated.

“do you even know the way you make me feel?” jungwon asked, breathlessly looking into you. your stomach fluttered. “i don’t wanna see you with him. i don’t want to see you with anyone.”

his arms were too strong. the black tank top he was wearing showcased it— along with his delicate skin and masculine figure. you were practically melting into him.

“it makes me sick.” jungwon closed his eyes for one long pause. his emotions were obviously more than just pure jealousy, and that overwhelmed him. this unfamiliar feeling was way too much. and the worst part was that he couldn’t even find the words to express it.

“jungwon..” you said softly, the guilt rushing in.

“do you know how much i thought of you while i was gone? do you know how bad i felt? i kept looking at your pictures. i knew i didn’t even deserve to text you so i didn’t, y/n.” jungwon’s grip softened. “i missed you so much. but u just don’t care.”

he looked so beautiful.

“i can’t even think about anything or anyone else. i hate this.”

“jungwon.” you brought your hand to his face, his bangs flowing lightly above his eyes. you loved him like this. so raw, so frantic. “i’m sorry..”

a spark of hope flashed across his face. “tell me you don’t like him,” he breathed out. “tell me you only want me.”

you were completely and utterly dazed. it was as if he was hypnotizing you with his pleading.

“i don’t want him..” you gasped, “just you, wonnie—”

you were silenced by his mouth crashing onto yours. his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing your body against his own. he kissed you hungrily, as if he needed you in order to breathe. rough and messy. you both stumbled towards the bedroom in a frenzy.

your fingers found his hair as he laid you down on the bed, pressing each other’s faces even closer. you could taste the beer on his breath, and the resentment on his lips.

he got rougher as the minutes went by; his fingers seeping deeper into your skin and his tongue getting deeper in your mouth. this felt entirely different than the first time you had kissed.

it felt desperate.

he tugged on your skirt, harshly brushing the side of your leg that heeseung had touched. that feeling of anger still seethed within him. he broke the kiss and moved onto your neck, recklessly leaving bruises as you struggled to bite back your moans.

“jungwon..” you begged.

he didn’t stop, and you could feel your neck getting covered by hickeys as he moved faster. you pulled on his hair again, attempting to numb the pain.

this was wrong. so wrong. you both aren’t meant to have each other this way. it was the one rule that clouded both of ur minds all these years.

and as the minutes went by, it was going way too far.

he began to lift your tank top, your stomach showing. he looked up at you, meeting your eyes once again. you were too tempting. any sense of rationality he had flew out the window the second he saw you with him.

“tell me you missed me..” he sucked on the skin of your stomach now, teasing. “you’re so beautiful..”

you bit your lip in response. it was too much.

“you’re mine y/n.” you could already see the bruises forming on your stomach as he tugged on your skirt again, this time pulling it off.

he could see the damp cloth in between your legs, blood pumping through him vigorously as well. he couldn’t even think straight anymore, pulling his sweats down in response.

“i missed you jungwon..” you looked down at him, his hands pinning yours down. “i’m yours.”

your submission caused him to groan— loudly. you were always so bratty. so bossy. so frustrating. it was maddening that he had to have you like this for you to finally listen to him,

though jungwon wasn’t exactly complaining.

he moved up to kiss you again, his hardness pressing up against ur sensitive core, sending a shiver down the spine. was this really happening?

you moved your hands to press up against him but he just took them again, interlocking your fingers and holding them against the bedsheets. jungwon drove his hips into u causing a moan to escape from him, breaking the kiss briefly. he kissed you again, grinding rapidly like an animal. the moans were suffocated by kissing, and the feeling was quickly becoming exorbitant.

“don’t touch anyone else…” he breathed out in between kisses. “not when i make you feel this good.”

the words quivered out of his throat, and he himself felt as though he was getting too close.

“please-” he breathed out a little, shuddering. "i touched myself thinking of you the entire time i was gone..."

you gripped his hair again. all you wanted to do was make him feel good.

u reached down to your underwear and began to pull them off when a hand stopped you. “y/n…” jungwon looked you in the eyes. “if you do that i won’t be able to stop.”

a small smile tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again.

you looked so perfect. all bruised up. all his.

he pushed your underwear to the side, brushing his fingers against your folds causing you to gasp a little. forcing himself to hold back, jungwon’s moans overpowered yours nevertheless.

he kissed you softly as he slid a finger inside of you, the tightness causing you both to gasp. he had been enjoying this even more than u did, clenching around him— completely lost.

jungwon rubbed your clit, causing u to stop kissing back and bite your bottom lip instead. you were so sore it hurt, but the feeling of release undeniably kept building inside of u.

frustrated, he moves his finger even deeper inside, getting rougher. “i want to hear your voice, please…” he begs pathetically, grinding his hips up against the mattress to get any sense of relief.

you blink hard, breathing loudly as he adds another finger inside, causing you to moan into his ear. so responsive. he smiles a bit, moving inside of u. he felt that u were close. “jungwon!” you pushed his shoulders a little but it was so use.

“you can’t take it?” he asks, taking your lips in his mouth once again.

“let me make you feel good..” you breathe out, “wonnie please.”

he doesn’t object. he physically couldn’t. he was even close to pathetically cumming untouched against the bed.

jungwon’s fingers slid out of you softly. he brought them up to his face and then into his mouth, looking at you as he licked them clean. ur eyes widen at the dirty motion, speechless at how the boy you met as little kid could act this way in front of you now.

he pulled down his underwear with his free hand, kissing you again so you could taste yourself on his mouth. feeling how hard he was fully bare now, a gasp escapes your lips.

honestly the pure thought of this had always terrified you. and you had thought about it—with jungwon specifically—a lot.

he couldn’t wait anymore, bringing his hands down to himself, rubbing it against your wet folds roughly. pre-cum dripped from him, and just thinking about having sex with u was bound to make him cum at any moment now.

he kissed you again, slower this time, and he pressed up against your entrance.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispers, moaning the second he pushes inside of you.

you couldn’t even speak anymore, choking at how both painful and pleasurable this indescribable feeling was.

you felt so tight around him that he rolled his eyes back, attempting to hold onto the mattress as much as he could so he wouldn’t hurt you. he moaned louder as he moved in and out of you, mindlessly moving his body now.

hearing jungwon’s noises only made you closer. and he could feel you clench around him. “y/n…” he went faster, “am i doing good?”

you clenched your fists, causing him to take your hands himself. you nodded rapidly, unable to speak. jungwon covered your eyes with his free hand, going all the way inside of you.

you pant loudly, the confusion building in your core. “shhh,” he yelps. “you’re all mine. no one else can have you like this, right y/n? i love you. you make me feel so— f-fucking good..”

his words are too much and you completely let go. the feeling of u tightening around him forces jungwon to come undone as well, deafening moans filling the empty room. he loves hearing you so much. ill do this forever from now on...

jungwon couldn’t help but beam with pride looking down at you. bruises from his lips and touch, his cum endlessly dripping out of you.

you were all fucking his— no matter what.

general: @ladysplained @simplyangelixa @simjaeyunslut @moontmoochi @whoisovee @lhazlhuo @tttggghhh @yuristhend

notes: guys im not exaggerating when I say it took me soooo long to write this even tho the editing and storyline is a bit rough😓. this is my first request so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what u wanted length/material wise. i was literally studying tiktoks, content, his lives, etc. to really evoke jealous jungwon since i love that side of him so much. my content is a bit dark so it was hard to mix the two feelings which is why its a bit confusing lol. im not super happy with it cuz its kind of a mess but i hope u guys enjoy this and ty ty to this anon for requesting! (side note: did anyone notice lost promises sunghoon make a cameo hehehe)