Let The Hilarity Ensue

A day in the life of a marketer in New York. Possibly a Francophile. Definitely a menswear addict. Footie is an obsession. Sarcasm is the native tongue.

[sxnyarostova]

I dunno if you're still taking fanfic prompts but: Persephone teaching a very nervous Hades how to dance.

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA I LOVE. I- SCREAMS

"No," she said, stifling a giggle as she watched him attempt to copy the twirl that she'd just demonstrated. "Not like that. Don't shuffle, alright? Lift up your heels, like this." Persephone spun in an elegant circle, her weight shifted to her toes.

The soles of her heels squeaked against the newly-polished tiles of Hades' ballroom; she didn't know why he'd had it built, frankly. The eerily empty chamber had never been used up until now, but if she had to take a wild stab in the dark, its purpose had most likely been to host the elaborate banquets of Hades' dreams that had simply never occurred.

When Persephone first found the ballroom, it'd been no-man's-land, really, a cavern filled with cobwebs and practically bursting at the seams with dust, as well as other creatures that’d somehow burrowed their way through the silk curtains. She'd spent an hour trying to convince Hades to restore it to its former glory.

("Haven't you ever read a romance, lover?" she'd asked, watching Hades' every move with her chin propped up on her hands. "The main characters always do this pretty waltz, see, and-"

"I don't know how to dance," he'd said stubbornly, looking down into his cooling cup of tea. "So-"

"I could teach you."

He'd paused at that, teacup suspended in midair like words left unsaid. "You'd teach me?"

"Of course," she'd replied, grinning as she leant over the table to give his cheek a fond kiss. "I'd do anything for you.")

She stumbled a little, turning back to look up into her man's blank, expressionless eyes. "Well?" she asked, patting at the skirt of her sunflower-yellow dress. "You got that?"

He nodded dumbly, mouth agape.

"So are you ready to try that turn again?"

"Guess so," he mumbled, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he slipped his palm into Persephone's outstretched hand.

And so she began to guide him into the turn, their steps loaded with affection as they slowly breathed some much-needed love into the ballroom that had remained dormant for so long.

[skidadler]

I love this now knowing Patrick has a fear of dancing.

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[ambersephone]

yearnatron 3000

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“Hermione still isn’t quite sure how it happened. Or why she can’t bring herself to stop. She suspects they’re breaking at least a hundred St. Mungo’s rules, not to mention destroying healer-patient ethical protocol. But there is something about Draco Malfoy that just makes her lose her head. He gets under her skin, steals her logic and reduces her to instinct. And her instincts are screaming that he should be inside her, preferably with his hands around her throat.”

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JUN. K - 30 Minutes Might Be Too Long (2020)

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2PM - Make It (2021)

If there is such a thing as love, I think it’s probably something like this.

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“into the fall” deleted scene, vers. 2

writing that thread yesterday reminded me that I had so many versions of the scene where MY goes to KT’s place. They all ended up being too angsty to make it into the final version of the story, but now that I used the snuggles & storytime version in “journal of a teenage year” I feel like I can share these other deleted scenes.

In this version, MY goes to KT’s place not because she’s realized her feelings for him, but because she’s upset. I’ll lead into the scene with text from the published version in italics, so you can see where it would have been situated in the original story. This particular version has parts from the other deleted scene (let’s call that one version 1), but with a different ending dialogue. I was sad to loose the intimacy of this scene, because it shows just how much deeper their connection is, but alas, I just wanted to write a light-hearted story so… 

Anyway, I’ll post another version in the coming days. I hope you enjoy!

Version 2: Angst city

Keep reading

[kateknowsdramas]

No, Sang Tae. That’s not true. I’m not lying. Sang Tae.

[skidadler]

Rip my heart out and stomp all over it

[psychemeanscure]

PART 3 { Thanks Google Search for quantum physics meaning reference though I revise it for a bit. And Google translations for the Spanish words, though I’m not so sure by its accuracy. Lol! that’s all, okay bye! happy reading~ keke}

A gleam yet aesthetic lights of his Casino Hotel welcomed them as they both enter its futuristic hall, screaming with dominance. Greeted by his people while passing through the buzzing of gamblers of any kind, frivolously wasting every cents and ownership they have. The sea of expensive liquors, the sound of tokens and chips, the chime of jackpots and failures of losses. How she hated the sight of it and now she’s just one step closer to face the reason behind it. But only to flinch from another sight she can never get used to.

The chromic face of Jang Taeyoung endlessly playing to his initially Led TV. As she eyed him with abhorrence. “Do you really have to shout that cloy face of yours around this Casino? Tss.” she finally blurts it out while his usual arrogance immersed. “I’m the signature of my Casino myself, what can I do?” and the only thing she could do is cringe. “No. You are simply a narcissist yourself.” a hasty laugh was heard by him, then. 

“Come on, Honey. You’ve watched it many times yet you only learn it just now? I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’m enormously gorgeous man.” She hissed. Uninterested by his boasting but vexed from what he called. “Shut that Joder Honey of yours. I’m not a bee! Por favor.” decides to walk ahead of him instead, better than engaging his nonsense callings. 

He catches her pace anyway. As he stops by an open wine cellar, getting one type from a rack. “Should we have brought a champagne for him? This Berlin drink looks fi—“

His suggestion was abruptly halted, leaving the wine he’s holding put off on a center table just beside him. For he was dragged by her through the corner side of the cellar. Enough to spot that someone she did not expect. Him, being pressed on a column of wine bottles, trapped by his panicking volatile. 

“Que! What does that bomber prosecutor even do here?!” her scoffing whispers came then, eyes still on the enemy’s sight. The man they called Mr. Kim who has a very suspicious guts on her. “Oh. Him? He’s the frequent sniffing fox I’m telling you about. Craving to catch you obviously.” As much as he’s enjoying their position, he had no choice either but to diligently answer her distresses.

Multiple curses start to blab from her mouth nonstop as the so- called fox is now nearly passing their path. Till a cunning idea came after him, sneakily touch her bare back. “You do aware that I am fully attracted to you, aren’t you?” and she knows what he possibly wanted her to do, that she’s now secretly cursing herself for wearing the said garment. Too late to regret her thoughtless moves, mind still stuck with hesitations that her stressed eyes keep shuffling between the taming man in front of her and the persistent enemy who’s eager to catch her no matter what.

“Mierda! I hate you.” Her firm remark before she finally gives in. Swiftly taking his collar to changing their position and crash her lips to his awaiting mouth. She knew she’s going to pay for it. But she’s left with no choice. That sniffing fox would never get tired to investigate her, and to be seen from the Casino is the least she would do. That in between the kisses, she intendedly opens her eyes to sight the prosecutor’s stands.        

Not until a sudden moan escaped from her lips that she had to close her eyes by his hungry kisses. She was too focused by the presence of her predator that she almost forgot her other predator. Right, Jang Taeyoung as he is will never accept a petty satisfaction as she only learns about his seeking tongue to enter hers. Only makes it worse when he starts to wrap his hands around her waist after deciding to press her more through the columns of wine bottles which also starts to make a sound of clinks from his move. Not long enough when his other hand begins to run through caressing her bare back to gripping her neck, up until finding a hold from the wooden feature of the wine columns.

“Hmm…”

And just like that, she lost it. Fully lost from the presence of her petty enemy, leaving her only focus to this taming man’s kisses. Scolding herself in mind but had to admit she’s liking it. She’s liking every touch of him that even her hands find its way uncontrollably wrap around his neck through stroking his hair, up to cupping his cheeks. Letting him experience the same intensity as she begun to push herself to kiss him back. Savoring each other’s taste. Giving in from the undecided touches. ‘I’m crazy’ a thought which only made her frown, yet she already meant. 

“Jeez. Get a room.”

That alone made her snap back from reality, that she forcefully pulls herself from his still eager kisses. She may not have been busted by the prosecutor only to be found as embarrassment. The fox failed to see her though as it already passed through them before she pulled out, but because of the already loud sound of wine clinks caused by them, it had to found out their sudden make-out.  

“F*ck!”  

He hates to admit, but he liked it too. The way her lips brushed into his was just exceptional that he even begins to put a liking smile in between their kisses. He wants more and he mean it. And as much as he wants to thank the bomber prosecutor for letting things happen, he hated him even for cutting it. For they can still hear each other’s breaths as his arms still resting in between her, while she’s not eyeing his glances like he does. “We better get going. Our guest must have waited for too long.” As he intends to get serious but his teases aren’t helping when his usual tilting of head and a smirking smile ignites. “I thought Gangnam Gal is five kilometers afar from Itaewon Guy? Then why does it feel too close today. Huh, Sung Eunyoung?”

“Safe that for later, Jang Taeyoung.”

Her only stern response after shoving out from his trapping arms between her and with one last biting of his lips, he turns around with a face of a cold hunter as they both went upstairs  for VIP Casino Hall to finally pursue their first mission.

~

“Señor Alcaziar.”

His first greeting of its name before urging for a handshake. “So sorry for being late, a little situation just happened unexpectedly. I hope it didn’t get you bored though.” His proceeding excuses as well. “I see. Not at all. I’m actually enjoying!” a calm but lively response of the Spanish old man before its eyes begun to dart on her.

“Ooh. And who’s this lovely Señorita with you?” They then both looking at each other as if a lovesick lovers head over heels in love. She, who is as if asking for his permission, only to be answered a motioning gentleman’s sign. And he, who swears if only a Grammy nomination will be offered to them, they surely conquer the award-winning title. Thus, as if on cue. Their workshop begins to roll.

“Hola, Señor. Allow me to introduce myself. Me llamo Amilia. Mucho gusto.”

As expected, an astonished reaction had appeared, while unlinking her hand from his arms and offer to the guest. “Mucho gusto. Me llama Veeros.” The latter’s introduction as well, that even after accepting her handshake, a compliment follows by talking to him. “She’s good, eh?” And the only thing he did was to give him a proud smile. “But you didn’t tell me you’ll be bringing a date for tonight. I should have brought mine.”      

With a kinky smile, he went beside her placing his hand on her bare back. “Well, to properly introduce you Señor. This dazzling lady here beside me. My dearest fiancé, Amilia Martin.” so for the second time, their whipped staring game reenacts again, while the became out of place old man only had to react in awe from what he thought lovebirds that its eyes were stuck staring with the both of them. “Oh. Wow. Now that makes a lot of sense. So, am I Veeros Alcaziar proud to be father then?” its humorous response anyway by which cause the laughter among them anyhow. 

Still moved from the burst of laughter. The latter tries to bring back his composure though. “Wooh. That’s hilariously unexpected. Anyway, it’s really nice to meet you, young lady. Amilia Martin is indeed a beautiful name for you.” His complimenting remarks again, while she hated the fact that she needed to thank him for that.  

Amilia Martin. A name given by her foster parents since she became an orphan. She’s sorry for them, yet it became her disguised identity. Truth is, only few knows Sung Eunyoung, which includes the reckless man beside her obviously. The corporate world only knows Amilia, gone Sung Eunyoung. She loves to be called by that name anyway. But hearing it from the mouth of the enemy is a total exemption.

Meanwhile, a prying watch from Jang Taeyoung occurred. Eyeing the peculiar stare from their guest. For he had already felt it the moment its eyes landed to his volatile. Something he cannot describe yet fishy. And he didn’t like it. “I almost forgot, Señor. Here’s our present for you.” His prompt interruption indeed which led the latter to change its focus to him, as he handed the Berlin champagne he decides to took anyhow a while ago. “Oh, wow. Villa Di Corlo. One of my favorite as well. Thank you.” After accepting it and give to its assistant, the Spanish old man begun to sturdy clasping its hands. “So! Can we talk about business now?”

“After you, Señor.” His leading motion the moment they arrived to the front door of his office, as the old man is about to went in, not before realizing something. “Wait? With your fiancé?” Its off remark indeed. “Well… I couldn’t get a permission if not to her. So, Si Señor.” His response then after from looking each other’s eyes. “Uhuh. Partners in crime. Nice. Well then.” Thus their first conversation started.

The deal went smoothly. From sharing both terms and conditions to how each other’s transaction must be done. But not until the certain word sneak into the dealer’s mouth which led them to give each other’s meaningful look. “Narcotics, Señor?”    

“Si, Narcotics. I’ve been searching for a great timing for it but didn’t get a chance. You know, being a busy man. But looking with our conversation today, I think I’m convinced to give it a go. What do you think, Mr. Jang? Young lady?” His indeed pertaining to the both of them, and grasping from her seat isn’t even much of help. He saw it otherwise, as her habit of flicking her nails didn’t survive from his sight as well. Thus, he had no choice but to do the safest thing he guess.

“About that Señor. I think we need to talk about it first. Seems like my Amilia here is a bit surprised by your sudden proposal.” And she thanks him for that. “Oh. I see. My bad. But no rush. I can wait. Just make sure you both talk it wisely, alright?” and the only thing they could do is smile, hiding the fakeness.

“Thank you for inviting me to your humble Casino, young lad. I had a great time.” With a final handshake he offered a hand. “And thank you for accepting our invitation as well, Señor. We had fun talking.” And so they both escorted him and bid goodbye.

“Mierda!”

As he expected. Her curses erupt, the moment the door shut closed. Stroking her hair at the back of her head. She’s frustrated, and he knows it. That he had to grab her car key from the valet. “I’ll drive you home.” Only for her to get it back. “I can manage.” But who is she lying, though? He wouldn’t be surprise if a news came up of her for over speeding. “I would rather not take the risk. So, just better sit peacefully and let me. “snatching the key from her again while forcefully pushing her to get in the passenger seat.

The ride indeed at peace. But too much peace that her nail flicking habit bothers him still. “Eish. Can you stop torturing your nails? What did they even do wrong to deserve your frustrations. Tss.” only to received a crumbing look from her. “Shut up. I’m thinking.” With a heavy sigh, she ends up looking by the window instead. Not too long though when her thoughts aren’t even helping her at all.

“Urgh. I need a break! Maldita sea esta. Stop the car!”

She burst out indeed, that he had to stop the car as well by a bridge. Stomping out through the sidewalk overlooking the steady shore, as she released another of her heavy breath. Her, who’s only feeling the solemn air, gripping to the railings of the bridge. Him, who’s only leaning to her car, arms crossed while playing with his shoe. Just silence between them.

“I have something in mind, actually. Want to hear?”

Breaking the ice, somehow. She hesitated of course, but at the back of her mind, why give it a shot? And so she does. “Let me hear it, then.” She, who’s crossing her arms now. From focusing his eyes on his playing shoe, he darts his eyes to the overlooking shore as well. “If I were to ask, I rather accept his proposal.” His straight suggestion indeed, while she had to turn her head to him, unpleased by his words.

“Are you even—“

“Then you shouldn’t have started if you’ll have to give up anyway.”

And that snap her indeed, that even a fading ‘but’ cannot surpass what he said. She would not like to admit, but he’s right. And him, seeing her doubting face, decided to proceed his following invocations. “You think declining him ain’t do any suspicions? Tss. That’s a lamest excuse for a gambler, Sung Eunyoung. Whether you like it or not, we have no choice either.” Thus a surrendering sigh escape to her again, as her eyes went back to the overlooking shore. “I know. It’s just that… I did not expect things to go this worse.”

“Sung Eunyoung. Even gamblers need to expand. You’re in a business. You should have known that.”

Then another silence appeared. And by measuring her silence again, he began his final follow-up. “So? Are we in or what?”

And with one last deep sigh, closing her eyes. She finally gave in.

“Okay.”                                    

[psychemeanscure]

PART 2.2 {I’m guessing you already notice spanish terms along your way. And yes I admit, I’m currently obsessed of SYJ’s fluency from the language. So yeah! Might as well apply it with Eunyoung tho. Lol! Happy reading :)}

“What was that for?!”

A slap coming from her made him snap back from reality. “Uh. Hi? Welcome back to earth?” unconcerned from what she did, he was answered by her sarcastic words when all he could do is groan. “I guess your back. Where were you, anyway?” her proceeding sarcasm once again. Just like that, his defeating groan turned into a teasing smirk. “Nothing, just reminiscing our old times.” And she knows she had been refuted. “Whatever.” So she decides for a white flag instead, while he’s thrilled with success.

“But seriously, I still wonder though on what makes you choose me out of all trouble shooters in town. Why is that, eh?” makes her think otherwise as well. Why is it actually? Seems she has explaining things to do. “Quantum physics. Familiar with that, Jang.” He knew it. There she is again with her scientific counters, and he had already enough that only a puffing sound can save him.  

“Fine. Give it to me.” As if a sleepy remark from him instead, then after her blasé laugh “Relax. This isn’t going to cause you headache.” As her ensuing litany follows. “To make it simple, practically it’s a physics that explains how everything works the best description we have of our nature that make up matter and forces which interacts, underlies how it works and why others work as they do.” Waiting for a clearer response, his depressing face begun to appear. “So?” he’s in his peak of boredom, and he mean it.

“So, in short…” she intended to cut her words only to see the already impatient Jang Taeyoung in front of her. Truth be told, she’s actually hesitating though. But whatever, she better just handles the consequences later. “Thoughts will create our reality. I guess matter and forces led me to you. Considering…” her proceeding hesitations again, while for him was an ultimate awe that in an instant, his sly behavior instigates to work as he slowly pushes himself closer to her. 

“Considering what Eunyoung-ah? Considering I’m one reckless of a troublemaker. Is that what you’re saying?” And she felt it. She always did. The moment he begins to tilt his suspecting head to caressing her shoulder. She knew he’ll try to tame her again. He always did. But who is he lying? As if she’ll give in. She will never be.

Giving him the same force. She speaks. “Right. And considering how much trouble you cause me do.” Her firm reply indeed. But just like that, she had to gasp unprepared by his sudden linking with her waist as he pressed her much closer to him, her hands are as well not helping as it unintentionally placed by his shoulders leaving no space between them. 

She was about to retort, only to find out he already did. “Get your hands off me or am I going to pull off all my stocks on your Casino Hotel?” that alone silenced her. “Your kind of reasoning were getting obvious over time that only I, can only decipher.” As he shamelessly takes her chin up by his free hand making their faces only inches apart from each other. “Seems like your tactics begins to wither Eunyoung-ah. What happened?”

This has to stop! Her thoughts said it so, before she’ll fully drown flabbergasted. But her inner seems hard to cooperate. “And you must have forgotten whom you are dealing with, Taeyoung-ah.” Snapping back indeed, as she successfully pushes herself to composure and had him countered. He finally let go at last. Smirking with satisfaction. “You’re a hell of a stubborn still, Eunyoung-ah. But don’t get me wrong. I will always find my ways.” And she knew what it meant.

“Oh! And by the way. Tell my dear Amilia how much I missed her, and I can’t wait to see her very soon.” 

The last thing he mentioned from afar, after walking out of her vicinity, hands in tacked in pockets, whistling with arrogance. “Joderlo rascal.” Her only fuming curses instead, unheard by him of course.

[psychemeanscure]

PART 2.1 {This was suppose to be one chapter, but because I’m too drowned with too much details, I end up making 2.2 instead. Lol! Tune in to the continuation though. Happy reading y’all :)}

The wild bang of the pistol wakes her reverie from a nightmare. Lifelessly staring from the dark light of her ceiling, huffing with agony. She went off of her bed straight to her window glass devouring the city lights with crossed arms, recollecting the face of the devil who hunts her peaceful nights throughout the years. The eyes who killed his dearest father with no mercy. Those multiple gunshots, the couple of stabs which led to a soak from his own blood still fresh on her mind. He can never be forgiven. The elite gambler Veeros Alcaziar can never be forgiven. Not in her watch!

The sound from the doorbell made end of her recollections though, as she walks her way to the intercom only to see the man that irritates her. “What?” and just like he did from her bar, barging is his way indeed, after opening the door for him. Walk straight to her single couch, confidently seated spreading his arms on its armrest with legs crossed while she in the other hand only lazily follows him, occupying the vacant couch instead. 

“My drink, please.” His firm request as if a VIP guest needed to be served. “You’re not worthy to be entertained Jang, so can you just cut the chase, tell me your agenda and leave my premise?” her uninterested remarks ignoring his lousy tactics. “Tss. Impatient volatile.” Tapping one of his index finger on the armrest. Well, what was she expecting to this pinchazo in front of her though. Once a vulgar, always a vulgar. “One more nonsense Jang, and am I to drag you out of my apartment now.”

“You. Don’t you know that you’re the least person I let myself to be insulted with? You owe me one, woman.” He even pointed his finger for affirmation but hell she cares as she swiftly throws a pillow right in front of his face before she met his stern glare. “Now, you owe me two.” And she pissed off, about to throw another until finally. “Okay, fine! Fine.” Enjoying a sneering laugh on her. Not too long after composing his self for seriousness, meeting her awaiting sight.

“It’s time.”

And she only knew what he means, recalling their last conversions from her bar.

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“Do you really have to use my Nightclub when in fact you have your own casino hotel still healthily build? Por el bien de Pete! What’s the use of venturing business with you if you still drag mine anyway? Mierda!” her continues banters while the other’s itching his ears as if cleansing from her monotonous curses. “Geez. You’re with your Spanish lingos again, can you come down for a sec. and listen for a while?” frustrated by the thought, she has no choice either. Seeing her grumbles made him reminisce their sealed deal back then as well.

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“Mr. Jang! You came sir. I did not expect you though. You know, a busy man as you are…”  he was greeted by the wiggling brows of Lee Chanwoo, owner of the newly established Nightclub were he’s been invited. Failed to anticipate something of his approval, the owner shrugged by the thought. 

“Anyhow, allow me to welcome you to my humble Nightclub sir, your presence is well appreciated.” He was introduced instead but the hell he cares, he’s better to give his demonic superiority than being entertained by this shameless man who asked for him. He never planned to come either, but since he’s bored, why give it a shot though and maybe something may intrigue his attention. So glad, it did.

“Sung Eunyoung, our club manager. She’s the best. Meticulously the best.” The straight introduction of Lee Chanwoo after watching his savoring eyes on her who’s all smiles socializing and shaking hands with the elites of the party. The former did not disappoint him though for informing more of her whereabouts, just how he wanted. “She possesses her own Nightclub and Bar as well, and mind you? Don’t underestimate her. She’s a queen of connections yow! A total queen. Indeed, that’s how I decided to scout her eventually. Lucky I am, she said yes.” All he could respond is nod in awe, admitting he’s starting to get speechless of her.  

“Oh! Right. Before I forgot. Haven’t I told you that she’s the one who requested for you, actually?”

And heaven knows he did not take too long to face the shameless owner, dazed. “Pardon?” answered by a kinky smile of the former instead. “You heard it.” Its teasing remark then, unbothered anyhow as he glances to her position again only to find out her endearing eyes meeting his. Disbelieving smile subsides. No one broke their staring game either, thus he gulps his Manhattan drink in one shot before passing it emptied to the shameless owner beside him. “You should have told me earlier, Mr. Lee. For I should not have wasted my time with you.” dumbfounded Mr. Lee, who’s now ignored.

From the VIP Lounge of the second floor, he went down to the sea of elites of the first floor, on his way to her on the center bar. Here she is with her all so classy business attire while holding a martini on hand, as he approached with decency. “Sung Eunyoung. What a lovely name for a beautiful lady.” 

She doesn’t even look flustered by his approach but eyeing the Nightclub owner from above with a meaningful stare instead, not long before she led it back to him again. “I suppose you have been informed already Mr. Jang. It’s nice to finally meet you though.” She offered her hand while he’s in ow, stunned by her sharpness. Interesting. Just how he thought, as he takes her hand for the handshake.

“And I am just surprised how a humble businesswoman wished for the presence of a treacherous trouble shooter man though. So, how am I worthy of a service Mademoiselle?” with twitching brows, she admits she wasn’t expecting talking to a keen Jang Taeyoung in front of her actually, but she guesses wrong anyway. “So you’re not as unscrupulous as my first impression think it is, then. Good to know.” 

Putting down her martini drink, she motions him to a vacant lounge at the corner. So as he follows through, secretly gobbling her curves from behind.  Debating on how can someone slim as her look so sexy when she’s even wearing slacks? “Damn. Look at that voluptuous ass.” His whistling murmuring salvation, and she heard it. “That isn’t an appealing compliment for a first meeting Mr. Jang.” Her strict remark without even giving him glances. “My bad.” Just with his casual response as if they had been close for a long time. Truth be told, he’s already considering it actually.

She acquires something from her trivial bag the moment they arrived, and without hesitation slides it on the table passing it to him, revealing a picture named Veeros Alcaziar, a look of a dangerous man yet an unfamiliar face to him.  “Kill him for me.” And as if on cue, his dealing stands surfaces with eyes still fixated to the image of the aspirant target.

“For me… Hmm. To been offered a bloody job from a highly businesswoman is a bit unusual. So I assume this has something to do with your personal matters, isn’t it Ms. Sung?” With only her eyes matching his stands, he indeed failed to get a response. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Only to answer his own question before choosing to proceed his more indenture instead.

“You see Mademoiselle, upon personal matters like thi—“

“Consider your Casino Hotel. Take it or leave it.”

He hates when someone tries to cut by his words but today’s astonishment exceptional though. She got him there. Guess the shameless owner wasn’t making up stories after all. She’s indeed a hell of understatement. “Quite tempting, isn’t it Mr. Jang?” by proud dominancy, she finally speaks business with him.

[psychemeanscure]

FOREWORD/ PART 1

 {Seo Ye-Ji} SUNG EUN-YOUNG * JANG TAE-YOUNG {Kim Soo-Hyun}

                                       —-CROSSOVER——

A way to feed my own drought from PBIO and HyunJi contents. This is my first time writing fanfiction set in English, so bear with me if grammatical errors may consist along your way. Lately, I’ve been obsessed with Seo Ye-Ji’s character from Quantum Physics ‘Sung Eun-Young’ and Kim Soo-Hyun’s character in Real ‘Jang Tae-Young’ so I as well decided to give them a shot through our Clown Universe. Just a little reminder, some character names, places and personality may or may not be related from the actual movie they are in, it most probably majority will be with my pure delulu imagination. Hope you enjoy this little crossover of mine, though. Happy reading y’all!

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“Eunyoung-ah! Sung Eunyoung~”

She was just peacefully enjoying her moment of testing new arrival sets of cocktail drinks when the nonchalant sinister-like voice she swears she would love not to hear anytime, barge his way unwelcome to her exquisitely exclusive humble bar, name it. Jang Taeyoung, the treacherous trouble shooter in town, famous for his cold merciless antics of killing that anyone in the entire criminal world could fear for. But not like how she sees him though. He’s simply the infamous disrespectful careless business partner she wished she shouldn’t have.

‘PURE BUSINESS’ just like how they both agreed. With his usual business suit, he walks his way to sit beside her on the counter bar. “Can you stop jingling my precious name? Please, I’m not a horror to begin with.” Unbothered by her irritated rolling eyes and classy remarks, the latter begins his dangerous proposal as she expected it to be. “I got news for you. A very, very good news.” And without permission asking a vodka from her bartender while she has always no choice but to curse him secretly in mind. How the hell did she manage to deal with this ass? Urgh!

“Anyhow, which one do you prefer first? Good news or Bad news?” thus her flaring glares appeared in no time, tired of his nonsense schemes. For Pete’s sake! When did a good news become an option for bad news? “Get out.” Her stern knack as she asks for another testing, ignoring his stands. But Jang Taeyoung as he is, why would bother. 

“Okay, the bad news it is.” He eventually answers her own options though, while he takes a sip on his shot glass as well. Tss, loco just how she thought. “We need to involve your Nightclub this time.” Her hand who’s holding the cocktail glass left mid-air when she supposed to taste another of what she asked for, now ended with dismay. Heart raised of sudden frustration, facing the man who’s root of it. The understatement ‘We’ which he never termed over his plans with her knowing, not until today. It just means it is her he wanted to get involved.  But no! not her property!

“Jang Taeyoung!” the uproar she needed. Her domineering authority elopes every walls of her precious bar. Fortunate that no one but only them and her people heard her. Glad, she chose to close early as she expected. Ready to defend and counter him with curses but the former was halted upon hearing the familiar name from his mouth. Silence consumed her instead, unbelieving eyes looking intently to the latter. “W-What?” now his quirky smile has shown, soon as he starts to cross his legs, urging his back relaxed to the backrest of the stool chair. “Now you’re all ears. Does it ring the bell?” that’s a statement, after another sip of his vodka while enjoying the glimpse of her bewilderment.

“Veeros Alcaziar?”  

Of course, how can she ever forget that. The imbecil man behind her father’s death. The very reason she clasped a hand with this risky man in front of her.  Finally, after so many years, the avenge has come to resurface. The classy bar owner is ever nowhere, when the cold-hearted villainess takes over. “Consider it ‘We’.”  Thus his endearing ominous victory has delighted to see the woman she missed.  

“That’s it. That’s it. My dazzling volatile bulldozer.”

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Once Again Part 4

Part 1

Warnings: Light Smut

She woke up in a sea of sweat. Her breaths were shallow and the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest echoed through the room. It was her third time this week dreaming of him. She dreamt of his dark eyes and his face, strong and defined. And she dreamt of his body, warm and toned underneath her fingers. The dream was more vivid this time, it felt like he was really there, right next to her, engulfing her in his heat. She could still feel his touch, the memory of searing kisses being branded into her skin and the feeling of his hands leaving trails of small fires. She remembers feeling full as he slowly entered her, her back arching as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

“So pretty. My baby is so pretty. So pretty and ready for me. Jae Yi-a, can you feel me?”

Stop! The chastising thought blared through her mind like a fire alarm. She knew it had to stop. The dreams had to stop. The stares and the heated gazes had to stop. The close confrontations had to stop. Everything had to stop before she crossed a line. A line that she would regret. Would she regret it? Would it be so wrong to give into her curiosity? Would it be so wrong to see if it felt just as good as it did in her dreams? Yes. Yes it would be wrong. She was a prosecutor and he was a high profile criminal. She upheld the law and he didn’t. She had morals and he had no desires to do what was right. If she wasn’t careful, if she didn’t quench the fire burning between them, she would end up in flames.

He slammed the phone for the third time that week, hands fumbling as he loosened his tie in anger. She was avoiding him and he hated it. It was so obvious and glaring, that even a blind man could see it. It shouldn’t have been this hard for him to brush it off, but this was her fourth time postponing their meeting and it was starting to piss him off. She was coming up with all sorts of elaborate excuses to keep their interactions at a minimum. Rescheduling meetings to be over the phone, sending documents through a trusted middleman, and ignoring all invites to meet him in person. Just who the hell did she think she was? He was a busy man, he had shit to do too, an empire to run, a kingdom that moved only at the sound of his voice. He was Jang Tae Yeong, had she forgotten? She came to him and begge—asked for help. He was the one doing her a favour, not the other way around, so why was she acting like a brat? They were operating under his rules not the other way around. Maybe it was time for him to visit his pretty little grenade and remind her just who she was dealing with.

She heard him before she saw him. His footsteps echoed through hallway, sounding overly loud in her own ears and matching the increasing rate of her heartbeat. Why was he here? The dreams were still fresh in her mind, there was no way she could face him today. Her brain panicked as she tried to come up with an escape route. Her office was on the next floor and the elevator was out of service. Was there was no way out? The stairs! She could take the stairs. Her body turned before her mind could catch up. She quickened her pace and bolted towards her saving grace. The footsteps behind her picked up their speed, catching up to her before she could grab the handle of the door. Suddenly filling her vision, he yanked her towards him, “we need to talk. Now.”

She wiggled in his grasp, flustered at how easily he was dragging her along. “Ya, Jang Tae Yeong! Ya! Let me go!”

“Shut up!”

He pulled her into the janitor’s closet in front of them, all but pushing her up against the wall as he slammed the door shut. She was going to make him lose his mind.

“Just who the hell do you think you are Miss Ha Jae Yi?”

“And just who the hell do you think you are Mr. Jang Tae Yeong?!”

His body vibrated in frustration, eyes hardening as he stared back at her. “I’m the person that is doing your ass a favour,” he snapped.

“But you seem to have forgotten that fact, cause now you’re acting like I’m some sort of lackey you can push around. I don’t like my time being wasted Miss Ha Jae Yi and I sure as hell don’t appreciate being stood up.”

He watched her recoil at the raise of his voice, “I didn’t stand you up”, she stuttered, “I simply told you that I had to reschedule. I have other things to do outside of this case and there is nothing I need from you this week that can’t be handled over the phone.”

He growled back at her. “You’re not busy with other things, you’re avoiding me!” Her mouth snapped shut at his accusation, eyes shifting nervously as she struggled to put words together.

“That’s not true, I just, I just—you know what I don’t need to stand here and explain myself to you. I told you I can’t meet today and that’s final.”

He chuckled when she made an attempt to push past him. The fire in her eyes igniting as his body blocked her path to freedom.

He towered over her and took a step forward. She took several steps backwards, her body shivering as the dangerous gleam in his eyes contrasted the panicked look in hers. This was her first time seeing him like this, so angry and so volatile. She felt her back hit the wall when he finally stopped in front of her.

“You can’t keep me in here”, she yelled.

He raised his arms and boxed her in against the wall. Tucking his lips down to her ear, he whispered, “wanna bet?”

Her body quivered as the heat that she had been running away from rose up once again. The heat that she knew too well, the heat that defined them. Her voice shook as she pleaded, “we can’t keep doing this Jang Tae Yeong, we can’t keep playing this game.”

“What game, Ha Jae Yi?”

She was going to combust.

“This!” Her hand dashed back and forth between them.

“This game of cat and mouse! The gazes, the close confrontations, the quick brushes of skin! The fights that feel like we’re one step away from fucki—” her body froze. What the hell was she saying?

His face darkened at her last statement as the heat that only she could bring rose within him. All he could see was her and all he wanted to feel was her. He leaned in until he was just a breath away from her lips, his voice thick with lust as he whispered dangerously, “one step away from what Jae Yi-a?”

She stood there frozen. He couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement. Maybe both.

“One step away from fucking? One step away from me taking you against this wall or that desk of yours until you’re an absolute mess beneath me?”

He felt her breath hitch in her throat and he pressed his body further into her.

“One step away from what Jae Yi? Tell me.”

She felt his hands glide over her hips, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the small sliver of skin that peeked from beneath her blouse. The heat was overwhelming at this point. All she could see was him and against all rational thought, all she wanted to feel was him. Maybe she didn’t have to quench the fire that burned between them—at least not yet. She could cross the line just this once. She could let the fire burn just this once. She was willing to end up in flames just this once. She closed her eyes and with a shaky breath she replied,

“kiss me.”

Fire met fire when his lips met hers. He kissed her and everything faded away. The kiss was by no means slow or soft, it was hot and demanding. He took her with an unrelenting force, a force strong enough to knock the wind out from her lungs. His hand rested below her ear, and she felt his thumb caress her cheek. She moaned as he pulled her closer, leaving no space between them. Angling her head, he deepened their kiss, his tongue pressing at the seam of her lips waiting for her to grant him access. She surprised herself as she ran her fingers down his spine, her other hand playing with the hair that sat at his nape. He was going to be the death of her.

She was going to be the death of him. She tasted so good that he couldn’t even describe it. Her lips felt heavenly. He inwardly cursed at the fact that he had lived this long without ever knowing what she tasted liked. His pretty little grenade was going to be the death of him and he wanted nothing more than to watch her explode. To see her come undone in-front him, because of him. He pulled away from her, pleasure pulsing through him at the sight of her swollen lips and red cheeks. He began to nuzzle her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were like whispers. With one hand reaching underneath her blouse, he stroked the skin below her bra and traced his fingers along curve of skin that sat within them. His other hand made its way to her hip, sliding into her pants, brushing against the edge of her panties.

“Jang Tae Yeong.” He smirked at nervousness of her voice.

“Why are you still being so formal, Jae Yi-a?“

He lightly grazed his teeth against her neck as he stroked the underside of her panties, gently teasing her through the laced material.

“Tae Yeong-a.”

At last. His name. On her lips. In nothing but whimpers. Fuck. He could die right there with no regrets.

“That sounds much better.”

All she could feel was him. All she could do was whimper as he pushed her panties aside and drove his fingers along the tips of her folds. She couldn’t focus, her senses felt overloaded. From the lingering kisses on her neck to the trails of heat he was leaving beneath her breasts. It was just too much.

“You’re so soft and wet for me Jae Yi-a. Let me make you feel good. My pretty little grenade, let me make you feel good.”

Without thinking, she pressed herself into his warmth, grinding against his fingers as he rubbed her center.

“Tae... Yeong-a,” she whimpered.

She felt his teeth bite into the soft flesh of her neck as his fingers entered her.

One...

She was going to explode, it felt so good. He felt so good.

And then two...

His fingers teased her in the all the right places, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

And then three...

She could feel herself falling closer the edge.

“Such a good girl. So pretty and so wet.”

Her back arched at his words, eyes rolling back as a strong heat swept over her.

“Miss Ha Jae Yi, cum for me.”

She lost all sense of her surroundings. All she could see was the shimmers of stars dancing within her vision and all she could hear was her moans mingling with his breath. All she could feel was him. With a final burgeoning shudder, she came.

He withdrew his hand and held her limp body against his chest. He kissed her softly below her ear lobe and gently carrassed her hair. Once he felt her calm down, he held her chin and lifted her face to his. His mouth stretched into a slow smile and he brushed his finger over her bottom lip.

“I expect to see you in person for our next meeting Miss Ha Jae Yi. No excuses.”

Adjusting himself, he fixed his collar and walked out the door.

She watched him walk out, causally, as if nothing had happened. And in that moment, a cold chill ran through her. What the hell did they just do? What did she just let happen?

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Hello everyone, I’m back! Just finished my last exam and I quickly went to work at part 4. I apologize for how long this took me😪. Exams are not a vibe but good grades are, so I had to put writing aside so I could study well. I also got accepted into a research program that I didnt expect to get into, so my days are still busy 🥴 but I’m going to try and come up with an update schedule, probably weekly or bi weekly, so that you guys know when a new chapter is coming and I’m also able to keep deadlines and balance school work. I hope you guys like the new chapter, I tried to ease the tension a bit👀. This is my first time “officially” writing a bit of smut (if you don’t count the pbio random Drabble), so if it sounds cringey af, I deeply apologize. I have no experience in this area at all😩.

ALSO: none of these gifs are mine. All credit to their owners! Today’s gifs were brought to you by @ladyhaesoo, @sseureki, and @darlingdelalune. All credits to them and their talent. I couldn’t find the owners for the gifs of Ha Jae Yi, since I got them off soompi and Pinterest but all credits to their owners.

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Once Again Part 3

Part 2

Tension. They had tension. There was a tension between them that she could not define. Actually, it would be inappropriate and totally wrong of someone of her status and position to even try and define. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the butterflies that violently swarmed her stomach every time they met. She couldn’t ignore the heat that spread throughout her body, making her squirm in her seat as his eyes glazed over while looking at her. A puff of air escaped her lips as she leaned back in her office chair, she had to stop her thoughts before they went any further. A string of obscenities left her mouth as she cursed out the district attorney. Oh Ji-Wang, that old and crazy fool. She wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for him. What on earth was he thinking? How could they seek help from Jang Tae Yeong of all people?! They were prosecutors for god’s sake, how could they form an alliance with a high profile criminal? Ok, maybe they did need his help to connect with the city’s underground network. And maybe he was their best chance at going against the political power house, Ko Dae Hwan. But that didn’t change the fact that he was Jang Tae Yeong, and that this was a recipe for disaster.

Tension. They had tension. She refused to address it but he felt it in every room they occupied together. It was present in their stares and in their mingled breaths. It radiated through their explosive banters and their silent exchanges. It was obvious he had an effect on her, an effect that she was not willing to define. At least not yet. The heat from their encounters always left him feeling warm and unhinged. There was something about the way her eyes lit up in panic that stirred his insides. At his suggestive words, those deep brown eyes would transition from shock to confusion and then quickly into a blazing anger. The blush on her face would deepen as he moved closer and her body would silently tremble as he brushed against her. It felt good but he wanted more. He wondered, would it be arrogant of him to feel delight at the thought that only he could make her erupt like that? That only he could make her lose control. He wanted to unravel her further, make her feel things she would never forget. Make her feel him. Make her feel him to the point where she could never feel anyone but him.

He couldn’t lie, he had been shocked when he first received her phone call. An alliance with a prosecutor, and not just any prosecutor, but the one who was determined to see him rot in jail. His laughter resonated through his suite as he looked back at the phone in disbelief. This had to be some sort of joke. She let out a sigh of frustration before explaining to him that they needed his help to take down Ko Dae Hwan. He scoffed in realization. In order for them to go against the political powerhouse, they would need someone just as powerful and just as connected. They would need him. Well, maybe it wasn’t such an absurd request. He had a bone to pick with Ko Dae Hwan anyway, and like the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. In this case, the enemy of his enemy was Ha Jae Yi, and he’d be an idiot to pass on an opportunity to spend uninterrupted time with her.

He was going to be the end of her. She felt her throat get dry as he causally walked into her office with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a small porcelain cup of coffee. His henchmen stood outside as he closed the door behind him. He wore a well-fitted navy suit with a grey tie and silver cuff-links. He looked expensive. He looked good. Her eyes followed him as he took a seat in front of her. She watched him scan her office and seemingly take in every detail. His lips stretched into a smile as he lingered on the framed certificate on her wall. He let out a small chuckle before bringing the cup of coffee to his lips.

“Stanford Law”, he mused raising an eyebrow, “that’s quite impressive miss Ha Jae Yi. How on earth did you get stuck working in this small law firm with Oh Ji-Wan of all people?”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “I take pride in where I work Mr. Jang Tae Yeong, and I’d appreciate it if you kept the chit-chat short, there’s no need to make this meeting any longer than needed.”

His eyes lit up at her words, smirking as he placed the cup down. “Last I checked Miss Ha Jae Yi, you were the one who called begging for my help, not the other way around.”

Her body buzzed as she folded her arms across her chest, “first of all, I never begged you and I never will. I was simply trying to let you know the urgency of the situation. Only children exaggerate as such Mr. Jang Tae Yeong. Second, you know full well that this was district attorney Oh’s idea. Pigs would fly before I’d ever, on my own volition, propose working with you!”

He mockingly raised his hands in defence, giving her a slow grin. “Fine, I’ll keep it short. If this alliance is going to happen, it’s going to have to happen under my terms and conditions.”

“And what exactly would those be?”

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs as he lifted up a finger. “One. All our future meetings must happen at one my buildings, it would do no good to either of our images if I was constantly seen walking out of a prosecutor’s office.” She opened her mouth to counter his claim, but he ignored her and continued talking.

“Two. All current cases involving me and my empire must be put on hold. I mean how do you expect me to fully utilize my resources if your co-workers are breathing down my neck?”

“Hold on, that wasn’t part of our original discussio—.”

He interrupted her once more, lifting up a third finger. “Three. My methods are cruel but befitting, I won’t tolerate any interruptions from you or your moral compass.” Irritation surged through her as he raised up another finger.

“Just how many terms and conditions do you have Mr. Jang Tae Yeong?”

He laughed huskily at her minced words, eyes darkening as he continued. “Four. Anything that happens between us during this time must end as soon as the alliance is over. I don’t make promises and I don’t give forever to anyone.”

Her body froze at his last statement. Forever? Promises? What exactly was he implying? She abruptly stood up, her anger apparent as she clutched the edge of her desk. “Are you clinically insane? What could ever happen between us you psycho?!”

Standing up from his seat, he towered over her, and met her vicious glare. She was so beautiful. His pretty little grenade. She was once again on the brink of explosion, but yet she looked so perfect.

“Never say never, miss Ha Jae Yi.”

She scowled at his words. “I don’t know what game you’re playing at Jang Tae Yeong, but don’t mistake this alliance as me letting my guard down. As soon as we get everything we need on this case, I’ll be back on my mission to take your criminal ass to jail.”

His eyes burned into hers and he could feel the intensity between them rising. He chuckled darkly and slowly studied her face, leaning in until he was just mere inches away from her pretty pink lips. His voice was thick with lust as he dangerously whispered, “Ahh, it’s nice to hear you drop the honourifics Ha Jae Yi. However, I have a feeling that hearing you say Tae Yeong-a would sound even better. I wonder, would my name leave your lips in a whimper or would it be loud enough for the neighbours to hear?”

Chills ran down her spine as her breath entered a shallow rhythm. Did someone mess with the thermostat? Why was it suddenly so hot? Why was he looking at her like that? No one had ever looked at her like that, like they wanted to devour her. Would he devour her if she let him? Would it feel as good as he looked? Fuck. What in the world was she thinking right now?

He watched her scramble backwards trying to regain her composure, her eyes anxiously looking everywhere but him. He drew his face away and his lips curled at the sight of her crimson red cheeks. Straightening his suit, he reached into his inner pocket and brought out a flash drive. “Consider this my gift to commemorate our new partnership. There should enough information on this for you to kick start the case. I look forward to working with you miss Ha Jae Yi.”

Giving her a final smirk, he walked out of her office as graciously as he came in. Groaning, he leaned against a wall in the hallway and ran a hand through his hair. He swore as he adjusted his now noticeably tight pants. Fuck. He needed a cold shower.

She let out a puff of air when he finally walked out the door. Collapsing into her office chair, she brought her hands to her face and inwardly groaned. A thousand questions swirled through her mind. How the hell was this alliance going to work? And why was there a growing wetness between her thighs? When did he start affecting her like this? And why did she want more?

Maybe she was the clinically insane one.

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Welp, here is part 3. This took me way longer than I would have liked it but writer’s block is real and I have very little confidence in my writing🥴. There is some more tension between our leads in this chapter and I guess we will see where it eventually takes them 👀. Again, thank you everyone for your feedback and your kind words. You are all truely amazing. I hope you guys like this chapter, and please excuse any mistakes in tenses and grammar. My brain seems to be struggling with those lately. I’m not sure how far I’ll take this series but I’m having fun with it so far, so look forward to some more chapters💛.

ALSO: none of these gifs are mine. Full credit to their wonderful creators! Some of these gifs are from @ladyhaesoo and @darlingdelalune

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I’m just... *fans*

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Butterfly Hug Method Scene

Art by Dulce U.

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I mean...

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these parallels tho

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My faves <3