Bang Chan x F! Reader
Synopsis: You and Bang Chan can't seem to be friends.
Warnings: SMUT, p in v unprotected, fingering, slight teasing, slight public sex, angst.
A/N: This is loosely basing this off of Why Are You Here by MGK. Let me know if y'all want a part 2 to this. Comment to be added to the taglist! I apprecaite y'all so big!
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The house party is insane, drinks, loud music and people grinding and making out all over the place; all things you expected. However what you didn’t expect was to see Bang Chan at the party with another girl.
The two of you had broken up a little over a year ago. It was a messy relationship honestly. The two of you were both toxic, fighting in front of the members, despite both of you not wanting to. Word daggers thrown in arguments to hit below the belt and there were many times where one or the other would simply go quiet for days after an argument, not for the sake of their own sanity or boundaries, but for the sake of punishment.
But something about the two of you was electric, though it might have been dangerous like a live wire, it was there. Sparks flew, for better or worse and seeing him tonight was no different.
Initially the two of you hoped you could be friends, bc Chan really is and was a great friend, but the two of you always seemed to end up with your clothes discarded on his bedroom floor, tangled in his sheets and the smell of sweat and regret.
Not regret that you slept with him, he was always a great lay, but regret that things happened the way they did. The arguing, the toxicity, the sex itself between you when you knew nothing could ever be attached that was healthy and worth pursuing. It hurt, because as much as you hated the dynamic of your relationship with him; you still loved him as a person.
But it had been months since you saw each other, because last time, you both swore you were done. You woke up in his bed, the only modesty available was his sheet and you agreed you couldn’t be friends. You agreed it was best to stay away from each other.
So when his eyes meet yours across the room, it’s instant electricity. There’s a pull to him, despite the man to your left being completely oblivious to your current situation. You had a good thing going with Luke, you didn’t want to screw it up.
He’s nice, attentive, but the sparks just aren’t there. With Chan, he’s a bit of a workaholic, attentive, caring when things are good, he always made time for you somehow despite the extreme workload, and yet it was hell all at the same time.
Chan takes a sip out of his cup, eyes flitting to his date who’s also wrapped up in conversation, and the second his eyes leave yours, you turn towards Luke, your stomach twisting and mind racing with thoughts.
You’d avoided him successfully for months, and now all of a sudden here he is, again. But it doesn’t mean anything… or it doesn’t have to at least. You can stay away from him.
Right?
You can also feel his eyes burning holes into your back.
Luke puts an arm around your shoulder and you lean into him, desperate to avoid Chan’s gaze but you can feel it; it’s even more intense now. For the next few you’re able to pretend he isn’t there, despite the feeling of his eyes on you as you move throughout the party.
You excuse yourself to the bathroom, needing a break from the party and his eyes.
You walk into the bathroom and go to shut the door behind you, but Chan is too close behind and stops the door. He steps into the bathroom with you, locking the door, your eyes wide and the party muffled behind the door.
You stare at each other for what feels like hours, but it's only mere seconds.
“What the hell are you doing-” your words are cut off by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours. They’re soft, plump and oh so sweet. Your lips are still and he pulls back, breathing heavily. Your heart is pounding, nerves tingling in your body and you’re slightly light headed. You look at each other for a minute, as if something between you is deciding whether it needs to live or die.
As it’s about to hit the ground for good, dying in the dust, you reach for the handle, bodies pressed together, and you look into his eyes, the thing between you soaring to life the instant you crash your lips to his. He moves his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you on the counter, your arms wrapping around his neck.
Your teeth knock as the kiss turns feral, like you want to devour each other. Hands roaming each other’s bodies; your hands roaming his chest and abs, his roaming your sides and thighs.
“You’re here with someone,” you mutter against his lips.
“So are you.” You roll your eyes as his lips attack your neck. A soft gasp leaving your mouth as his teeth sink into the skin there. You can feel him smirk against you, his hand teasing your inner thigh.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispers in your ear; his voice husky, full of lust and desire. He knows better, but gives you the option anyway. He hesitates, offering you a moment to answer. You take his hand guiding it to where you’re dripping-aching- to be touched.
“Still so desperate for me, hmm?” he chuckles as his fingers ghosts over the damp fabric.
“Are you gonna run your mouth or are you gonna fuck me?” you bite and Chan pulls his face back, an amused smirk on his lips.
“All you had to do was ask,” he says, slipping the fabric to the side, teasing you. Your eyes close and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, his cock straining against his pants as his finger slides in.
You gasp, arms around his shoulders, mouth close to his ear.
“Fuck,” you whimper bitting at his shoulder. His finger curls, stroking your g-spot, causing your hips to buck.
“You’re already gripping me,” he teases, feeling your walls flutter around his digits. He quickens the pace, his thumb circling your clit.
You gasp into his neck, grip on his shoulders tightening.
“Fuck, I love the way you sound. Does he do this to you?” he grunts, his own heart rate picking up.
“God, fuck, no.” you groan as your hips roll. He quickens his pace to lightning speed, the squelching echoing in the bathroom despite the muffled party noise.
“Come on, baby, cum for me, soak my fingers.” His words swirl around you as your breathing comes in pants
You groan into his neck, body trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. You pant, the two of you making eye contact for a split second before Chan kisses your lips again, his hands fumbling with his belt and freeing his long, veiny hard cock. Your mouth involuntarily waters as he teases you with it, sliding it up and down your folds, barely pushing past them.
You jump as it hits your clit, now puffy and sensitive.
“I’ve missed you,” he says earnestly as he pushes in, making you feel every inch of his shaft. You gasp, both from the feeling and his words, goosebumps littering your skin. They pierce your heart, but you push it out of your head.
“Fucking hell,” you mutter as he wraps your legs around his waist, tilting your body slightly for a better angle.
His face buries in your neck as he sets his pace, soft and slow- sensual almost. He makes you feel every vein, every drag against your warm walls. He pulls out completely, burying himself back in, balls deep, his head resting on your shoulder.
“Fuck,” he groans as you squeeze him, fluttering you walls on purpose.
“Stop teasing me,” he chuckles. Cock twitching as you whimper from the stimulation of your g-spot. Once he hears that sweet little gasp-y whimper, he drills into you like a man on a mission. Your eyes squeeze tight and your mouth hangs open, arms locking around him as your body jolts in his grasp from the velocity.
“It’s ok, baby I know you’re close,” he whispers in your ear. Even after all this time your body was a map he couldn’t forget; it’s as if it's tattooed in his brain. His mouth attaches to your neck, careful not to leave any visible marks, and as his tongue swipes over the skin under your ear, his other hand goes down between you, rubbing tight little circles onto your clit.
You shriek, thankful for the loud music outside.
“Fuck,” you squeal quietly as your legs stiffen, stomach churning with that familiar heat.
“Cum on my cock, baby. You can do it, just let it go. I’ve got you,” he says and you feel him twitch inside you.
A silent scream leaves you, your cunt sucking him in and he groans in your ear.
The after shocks hit and your cunt pulses around him, causing Chan to lose it and his orgasm crashes into him just as intense as yours did to you.
The two of you take a second to breathe, staring at each other, chests heaving up and down, a silent tension between you.
“Damn it,” you whisper.
“What?” he asks, a slight amusement in his voice.
“We can’t keep doing this, Chan.” You sigh as he pulls out and cleans himself up, and then tending to you. You inhale sharply as the warm towel hits your area and he cleans up the mess.
“You say that every time and yet you never stop me.”
“Yeah well,” you pause as you take a breath, “I am now.” You hop down from the counter, legs slightly wobbly, grabbing the door handle once you steady yourself.
“Y/n, wait,” he tugs on your opposite wrist and you look back at him.
“I meant what I said, I miss you,” he says sheepishly.
“You can’t tell me you don’t miss us,” he pleads, eyes resembling a sad puppy.
“Actually I can. We were toxic as fuck, Chan. I don’t miss the fighting, I don’t miss the yelling, I don’t miss the bullshit. I don’t miss us ignoring each other, I don’t miss us trying to fix each other only to break each other more! What we had wasn’t healthy, and I don’t miss it.” You grit your teeth. It’s true, you don’t.
“But when things were good, when things were healthy-”
“Were they ever healthy? Or did we just ignore and put up with shit until we couldn’t anymore?”
“I-” he sighs.
“When things were good, they were good, but after the first few months those times got few and far between. I loved you, I did the best I could at the time.”
“I loved you too.” He interjects.
“I know you did, but like a moth to flame we were attracted to each other and we went up in smoke. I can’t do that again, not for you; not for anyone.”
“You just fucked me with your date outside,” he says pointedly. You feel the twist of shame hit you like a truck. You had almost forgotten about Luke.
“You just fucked me with yours outside too.”
“She knows it’s just casual. She knows I’m not ready for a long term serious thing. Hell she’s a distraction. To cure the lonely nights we used to fill together.”
“You mean the one’s where we fought and argued till 3 am? Cursing and spitting at each other. Where one or the other was always leaving, slamming the door behind them? Those nights?” You ask him seriously.
“At least then I knew you still cared,” his eyes drop to the floor as he mumbles.
“Chan, I’ll always care, but that doesn’t mean we’re right for each other.”
You bring a hand up to his cheek, kissing his nose gently, forehead resting on his.
“Next time you see me, pretend you don’t. Walk the other way, tell yourself I’m a mirage or whatever it takes to stay away from me. Because Luke is too good for me to hurt him like this. He doesn’t deserve it.”
You kiss his lips one last time, his hands flying to your cheeks, anchoring himself to you.
“I love you,” he whispers in a last ditch effort.
“I know,” you whisper back. You turn from him walking out of the bathroom after fixing your clothes and hair, back to your date. Shame and guilt curling around you like a snake squeezing it’s prey.
-
Over the next few weeks all you’ve been able to think about is that night. The way he held you, the way he smelled and felt. Like it was home, familiar and oh so needed. The fire between you may be dumpster fire, but it’s intense, hot and passionate.
Then the memories of the screaming and crying start. The way you couldn’t always contain your feelings to yourselves in public. The way he’d apologize every time with flowers, a plushie and a kiss that was desperate and fervent. You thought you could work through all of it, and in the time you’ve been apart you’d made progress, but letting him go completely was harder than you thought.
Especially now; almost eight weeks later. You’ve been sick off and on, breasts tender, and you've missed your period- twice.
You stare at the test in your hands, the two pink lines appearing on the little oval. There was no way it was Luke’s, you hadn’t even had sex yet.
Kim Seungmin x Reader | undercover guard, filthy praise, overstim, creampie, “you’re mine” energy
🔞synopsis: Squid Games AU. Seungmin isn’t just another player. Too smart, too lucky, too focused on keeping you alive to be innocent. And when he shows up in a stolen guard uniform, drags you into a camera-dead storage room, and fucks you like he’s been holding back for weeks? Yeah. He’s breaking every rule—and he doesn’t care. You’re his. You’re staying alive. And when he gets you out of here? He’ll tell you everything.
💌a/n: OKAY LISTEN. I’VE BEEN TEASING A SQUID GAMES AU FOR A FEW TIMES NOW, AND... idk if you expected it or not, but SURPRISE. Here it is. Guard-uniform Seungmin. Detective brain. Filthy mouth. Overstimulation in a storage room. Yeah. I will not be revealing what each member’s role is just yet (👀 you’ll find out later, I promise), but for now, enjoy this feral little… thing. I really do hope you enjoy??? like actually. I had way too much fun writing Seungmin losing his mind over you. He’s supposed to be undercover and he’s acting like this. Zero self-control, 10/10 choices.
p.s. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS FEED ME. do it. i’m watching.
p.p.s. i wrote the overstim part grinning like a lunatic, you’re welcome
p.p.p.s. i go eepy now 💋🦇
⚠️ warnings: 18+ | MINORS DNI | P in V smut – unprotected, creampie (wrap it up sluts) | Overstimulation (multiple orgasms) | Rough sex / Feral pace | Semi-public setting (risk of getting caught) | Spanking (ass slapping) | Manhandling | Marking (biting, hickeys) | Possessive!Seungmin / soft protectiveness after | Dom!Seungmin | Slight power imbalance (he’s undercover, you’re a player, but fully consensual)
Well—okay, that’s a lie. Everyone had technically come to win. 45.6 billion won could solve everything. But unlike the other players, you weren’t in mountains of debt, weren’t wanted by loan sharks, weren’t running from gang collectors.
You were here because you were stupid.
One bad bet, one forged signature for someone else’s crime, and suddenly the choice had been simple: prison or this.
So you signed, and now you were here—dressed in a teal tracksuit, standing shoulder to shoulder with terrified strangers under fluorescent lights, the air reeking of sweat, metal, and fear.
He didn’t fit here.
You noticed him immediately, though you didn’t know why at first. Maybe it was his posture—straight-backed, relaxed, completely unbothered while everyone else trembled. Or maybe it was his eyes: sharp, scanning the room like he was memorizing everyone’s faces.
Seungmin looked like a man who wasn’t gambling his life; he looked like a man working.
Which, of course, was exactly what he was.
Kim Seungmin was a detective. One of the only insiders who’d successfully slipped into the games as a player, his real job wasn’t to win—it was to gather evidence, memorize guard patterns, and, if possible, expose the entire operation.
But you didn’t know that yet.
To you, he was just the infuriatingly calm guy sitting cross-legged on the dorm floor, chewing a stale rice cracker like this was some kind of field trip. When you caught him watching you that first night, he’d simply tilted his head, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You didn’t know then that he’d already memorized your name, your stats, your file. Or that he’d quietly decided to keep you alive.
For now.
The sun was blindingly bright.
It wasn’t real—you could tell by the way the painted clouds didn’t move, by how the heat didn’t burn your skin—but it still made you squint as you stepped into the giant outdoor arena. The massive animatronic doll loomed ahead, its mechanical head twitching as it scanned the sea of trembling players.
“Green Light.”
The mechanical sing-song voice echoed, and the crowd lurched forward.
Your heart pounded as you tried to time your steps with the others.
“Red Light.”
Everyone froze. Someone to your left moved a fraction of an inch too far—
BANG.
Blood sprayed the fake grass. Screams rippled through the crowd. You swallowed bile, body locked stiff, legs trembling as the doll scanned again.
“Green Light.”
Move. Move. Move.
You weren’t fast, but you weren’t terrible either. By halfway through the course, your breathing was ragged, your legs shaking. Every “Red Light” felt like a death sentence. And then, of course, it happened. A panicked player shoved into you from behind just as the doll’s head began to turn. You stumbled forward, arms flailing, a strangled noise catching in your throat—
—and a hand snapped around the back of your tracksuit, yanking you backward so hard you slammed into someone’s chest.
Your body went rigid, pressed against them as the doll scanned.
Silence. No gunshot.
“Green Light.”
The grip on your tracksuit didn’t loosen until the doll turned away again. You whipped around, heart hammering, and found him.
Seungmin.
Standing close, casual, like he hadn’t just saved your life. His expression was maddeningly calm, but there was the faintest hint of amusement in his dark eyes.
“You—” you hissed, voice cracking.
His mouth curved into the smallest, cockiest smirk. “You owe me for that.” And then he moved past you like nothing had happened, hands tucked into his pockets, as if saving your life was just… part of the game for him.
You stared after him, furious and—annoyingly—shaken. And there was one thing you had realized in that moment, and that was that Kim Seungmin wasn't just lucky. He was in fact too good at this. Suspiciously good.
The dorm smelled like sweat and stale food. The air was thick, humid with too many people crammed together, and the constant whispering set your nerves on edge. You sat cross-legged on the hard floor, poking at the lump of bread in your hands, trying not to look at the pile of corpses that had grown since day one.
Across the room, Seungmin sat like he owned the place. Back against the wall, long legs stretched out, that same calm, infuriatingly smug look plastered on his face.
Of course, he caught you staring.
He tilted his head slightly, that lazy smirk forming like it was second nature. “You’re staring again.”
You glared. “I’m staring because you’re shady as hell.”
That earned you a quiet chuckle. Not the nervous, broken laughs you’d heard from other players—no, Seungmin’s was soft, sharp, like he actually found you funny. He leaned his head back against the wall, still watching you. “Shady? Or just better at surviving than you?”
You tossed a crumb of bread at him. He didn’t even flinch as it hit his tracksuit.
“Nobody’s that good. Not unless…” you lowered your voice, leaning forward, “…you’re cheating.”
A beat of silence.
Then, that smile. That smile—the one that made your stomach twist. “And if I am?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. “What are you gonna do? Tell someone?”
Your mouth went dry. Because you weren’t stupid. If you did call him out and he really was cheating, you’d be dead before you got the words out.
He saw the hesitation flicker across your face and his smirk widened. Seungmin pushed off the wall, standing fluidly. You tensed as he walked straight over to you, crouching down until he was eye-level.
Too close. Way too close.
His knee brushed yours, deliberately, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re alive because of me.” His gaze dragged over your face, unreadable but hot, the weight of it making your pulse stutter. “Maybe you should… be grateful.”
You scoffed, trying to sound braver than you felt. “You sound like you’re asking for a thank-you card.”
His smirk turned wicked. “Not a card. Something better.”
You froze.
He leaned in closer, lips almost brushing your ear, and whispered: “Be good for me, and maybe I’ll keep saving you.” And then, just like that, he stood and walked back to his corner, leaving you sitting there flushed and furious.
You weren’t supposed to still be alive. At least, not by your own rules. You’d been paired against an older man, and the moment you saw Seungmin across the yard, you knew. He’d thrown you a look, subtle but unmistakable, right before your opponent tripped and lost his last marble.
You won.
Seungmin had rigged it. But you didn’t thank him. You didn’t even look at him. Because you hadn’t played fair. Because someone else had died for you.
That night, you sat cross-legged in your corner of the dorm, back to the wall, trying not to cry as the lights flickered out.
Everyone else was silent. Too many players had died today. But you felt his eyes on you. You didn’t look up.
It was hours later when it happened. You’d just started to drift off when a hand clamped around your wrist, tugging you up so fast you nearly gasped.
“Shh.”
You barely had time to register the voice before Seungmin dragged you into the shadows, behind the stacked supply crates near the far wall. The second you opened your mouth, his hand was over it, pressing you back against the cold metal.
His eyes glinted in the faint light, sharp, angry.
“What the hell was that today?” His voice was low, controlled, but you could hear the tension under it.
You shoved at his chest, muffled against his palm. He didn’t move. When he finally let you speak, you hissed, “What do you mean ‘what the hell’? I played the game.”
“No,” he growled, leaning closer, “you almost lost on purpose. I watched you.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off.
“Do you want to die that badly? Or are you just stupid?”
Your anger flared. “Maybe I don’t want to win by cheating—”
His laugh was sharp, humourless. “Newsflash, sweetheart: everyone here is cheating. The only difference is, I’m better at it.”
You glared, chest rising and falling fast. “Then stop saving me.”
For a second, he just stared at you. Then his jaw tightened, and something shifted in his expression—anger, frustration, something darker. “You think I can do that?” he said quietly, almost to himself.
You froze.
Seungmin braced one hand against the crate beside your head, leaning in until his breath brushed your ear. “You’ve been distracting me since the first day.” His voice dropped, rougher now. “I’m supposed to be focused on winning, on getting out of here, but every time you almost die—” His other hand gripped your hip suddenly, pulling you flush against him, “—all I can think about is keeping you alive.”
Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach. “Seungmin—”
His name barely left your lips before his mouth was on yours. The kiss was rough, nothing careful about it. Teeth clashing, his hand still gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. You gasped into his mouth, and his tongue slid against yours, hungry, desperate.
“Quiet,” he muttered against your lips, dragging his mouth down to your jaw, your neck. “You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”
His hand slid under your shirt, fingers tracing your skin like he was memorizing it. When you arched into him, he smirked against your throat. “That’s it. Be good for me.”
His hand slid lower, teasing the waistband of your tracksuit pants. You stiffened, breath catching, and his smirk deepened against your throat. “Relax.” His voice was low, rough—dangerous. “You’ve wanted this as much as I have.”
Your heart was pounding, heat curling through your stomach, but you still whispered, “Seungmin, we can’t—”
His laugh was quiet, almost cruel. “We can. We shouldn’t… but we will.”
And then his hand slipped under the waistband, warm fingers brushing over your panties. You gasped, body jerking, and his other hand instantly clamped over your mouth. “Shhh,” he breathed against your ear, hips pressing closer, his cock hard against your thigh through his pants. “You don’t want them to wake up, do you? You don’t want them to know how good I’m about to make you feel?”
Your muffled protest died in your throat when his fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing slow, teasing circles. He chuckled softly when he felt how wet you were. “Already dripping for me? Fuck, you’re worse than I thought.”
You glared at him through hazy eyes, but the way your hips bucked into his hand betrayed you. Seungmin hummed, sliding his fingers under your panties now, touching you directly. The first stroke of his fingers against your folds had you biting down on his palm to keep from crying out.
“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw as his fingers slipped between your folds, collecting your slick. “Take it for me. Just like that.”
His movements were slow at first, two fingers stroking you lazily, making you squirm. He was enjoying this too much, and you could feel it in the way his body pressed closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been, watching you almost die every damn day?” His voice was harsher now, almost angry, his fingers curling inside you. “I have a job to do. I’m supposed to be focused. But you—”
He pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it until your legs trembled. “—you keep distracting me. Every time you look at me like that, I just want to ruin you.”
You whimpered against his hand, nails digging into his jacket.
“That’s it,” he groaned, speeding up, the wet sounds between you almost drowned out by your muffled gasps. “Be good for me. You owe me, remember? You’re alive because of me—so fuck, let me have this.”
Your thighs were shaking, your head tipping back against the crate, when his pace grew rougher. He was close to losing that perfect control, you could feel it in the way his breathing grew uneven.
“Say it,” he rasped, thumb flicking your clit harder. “Say you’re mine.”
You shook your head weakly, too far gone to speak, but his fingers didn’t stop.
“Say it, or I stop.” His tone was sharp, almost cruel, but the desperate edge in his voice betrayed him.
“I—” you gasped into his palm, eyes fluttering shut. “Yours—Seungmin, I’m yours—”
His groan was low, almost a growl, and his fingers worked you faster, relentless, until you broke under him. Your orgasm hit you hard, trembling against his hand, muffling your cries against his palm. Seungmin didn’t stop until you sagged against the crate, breathing heavy, thighs twitching.
When you finally caught your breath, he pulled his hand from your pants, slick fingers glistening faintly in the dim light.
You expected a smug comment, but instead, he gently tucked your shirt back into place, his other hand brushing your cheek, unexpectedly soft.
For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw it—the worry he tried to hide. He leaned in close, voice barely a whisper. “Don’t die on me. Not after this.”
And before you could respond, he pressed one last soft kiss to your temple and melted back into the shadows like nothing had happened.
The Front Man however noticed. He noticed everything—the smallest hesitation, the slightest shift in routine—and Seungmin was starting to slip. First, it was the glances. Nothing overt, but enough that his sharp eyes caught it on the surveillance feeds: Seungmin sitting a fraction too close to you during meals, his gaze tracking you in every game.
Then came the “accidents.”
A guard found unconscious near the storage crates two nights ago. Security footage mysteriously corrupted. A missing uniform. The Front Man had reviewed the tapes himself. And tonight, as he stood in the observation room, watching the live feed from the dorms, his jaw tightened beneath the black mask.
There you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking tired but alive. And just a few feet away, Seungmin—expression calm, too calm, his shoulder angled toward you like instinct.
His fingers tapped the armrest slowly. He turned his head slightly. “Square 7,” he addressed sharply.
The Square-Masked guard tensed. “Sir.”
“Keep an eye on Player 187,” He ordered, his gaze fixed on Seungmin’s calm figure on the screen. “He’s becoming… sloppy.”
The guard hesitated for only a fraction of a second before bowing his head. “Understood.”
But the Front Man wasn’t done. His tone dropped lower, dangerous. “If he becomes a liability… eliminate him.”
But the thing about Seungmin? He knew he was being watched. And he didn’t care anymore.
That night, the dorm was restless. Too many players had died in the last game, and everyone was on edge. The guards lined the walls in their usual silent formation, weapons at their sides.
But you noticed immediately. One of the guards stood differently—too relaxed, too casual. And when he shifted just slightly, you could see him staring at you.
You barely had time to process before he moved. He waited until lights-out, when the players started to doze in their corners, and then he stepped forward, his boots unnervingly silent for a guard. You kept your head down, pretending to sleep, but when his gloved hand suddenly clamped around your wrist, you nearly gasped. He didn’t speak, didn’t look at anyone else—just tugged you up smoothly, his body language so perfect no one dared question it.
The other guards didn’t even glance your way. And just like that, he led you out of the dorm, down a hallway he had inspected and made sure were no cameras and finally, into an empty storage room. The door door shutting behind you with a soft click.
The silence was deafening.
You backed up a step as the red-clad guard turned toward you, the black mask reflecting the faint overhead light. His presence felt different than the other guards.
You swallowed hard, your back hitting the wall. “Why did you bring me here?” you demanded, voice low but sharp.
The guard didn’t answer. Instead, he reached up slowly, gloved fingers hooking beneath the mask.
Your heart stuttered as he pulled it off. And there he was.
Seungmin. Hair slightly damp from sweat under the helmet, dark eyes glinting with something between mischief and frustration, his face calm in a way that made you want to scream.
Your jaw dropped. “What the fuck—Seungmin?!”
He smirked, tucking the mask under one arm like this was perfectly normal. “Miss me?”
You gaped at him, anger bubbling up as fast as relief. “Where the hell have you been? You disappear for two nights, and now you’re in a—” you gestured at the uniform wildly, “—fucking guard outfit?!”
Seungmin tilted his head slightly, watching you like you were adorable when you were mad. “You noticed.”
“Of course I noticed! What the hell are you even doing? Have you been—” you broke off, glaring, “—have you been messing with me this whole time?”
Seungmin tilted his head, leaning one shoulder against the crate like this was casual, like you weren’t about to combust. “Messing with you?” His smirk deepened, his dark eyes scanning your flushed face, drinking in every twitch of irritation. “No. I’ve been keeping you alive.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, right, because you’re just that good at this? Every time I almost die, you just happen to be there?”
“Exactly.”
You blinked. “That’s not an answer, Seungmin!”
His chuckle was low, amused—too amused. He pushed off the crate and closed the space between you in two slow steps, his gaze locked on yours like you were the most interesting thing in the room. “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”
You glared harder. “Don’t change the subject. You disappear for two nights, you come back dressed like a fucking guard—what, are you working for them?!”
That made him laugh. Actually laugh—quiet and sharp, like you’d just told him the funniest thing in the world. “Me? A guard?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice, his smirk turning downright sinful. “Sweetheart, if I worked for them, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”
You swallowed, anger still boiling, but your pulse spiked at the way his tone dropped on sweetheart. “Then what the hell are you doing, huh? Why risk everything?!”
For a moment, his expression shifted—serious, almost dangerous. He leaned down, caging you against the crates with one hand braced beside your head, his other hand casually resting on your hip like it belonged there. “Because I don’t plan on dying here. And when I walk out, I plan to burn this entire fucking place to the ground.”
Your breath caught, your anger flickering into something else entirely.
Seungmin smirked at the way your lips parted, at how your chest rose faster now. “But you?” His hand slid higher, brushing your waist, teasing. “You keep making that very hard for me.”
You stiffened. “How is that my fault?”
“Because you’re distracting as hell.” His voice dropped, rough now, closer to the edge he usually kept under control. “You’re smart, you’re stubborn, and you look at me like you know I’m cheating, but you still follow me. Do you know how hot that is?”
You flushed, opening your mouth to argue, but he was already leaning closer, his forehead brushing yours.
“You get angry, you yell at me, and all I can think about is how much I want to shut you up with my mouth.”
Your pulse slammed against your ribs, and his smirk softened into something darker, hungrier.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” His thumb brushed just under your ribs now, slow, testing. “But you’re not going to, are you?”
You glared, even as your back pressed harder against the crates. “You’re so cocky.”
His grin widened. “And you love it.”
You didn’t even have time to breathe before his mouth was on yours. No hesitation, no teasing this time—rough, messy, desperate. The kiss was all teeth and heat, his lips crashing against yours like he’d been holding back for days. Your head tilted back as his tongue slid against yours, deep and hungry, stealing every breath you had. One of his hands braced against the crate, the other suddenly gripping your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth.
He groaned at the sound, low and sharp, and squeezed harder, dragging you closer against him until you felt his cock straining against his uniform. “Fuck—” you gasped when he finally tore his mouth away to breathe, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers digging into your ass like he couldn’t get enough.
His voice was rough, broken by his own heavy breathing. “You don’t even get it, do you? You drive me fucking insane.” Before you could answer, he grabbed you—actually lifted you up, setting you on the edge of the crate with a dull thud. His hands slid to your thighs, spreading them wide, and then right back to your ass, kneading, squeezing like he’d been dying to touch you properly.
“God, you feel so good,” he muttered against your jaw, “I’ve been thinking about this, you have no idea—”
You clutched his uniform jacket, trying to pull him closer, and he laughed breathlessly against your neck.
“Needy, huh?” His teeth grazed your skin before he kissed you again—sloppy, wet, his tongue pushing past your lips like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance. Your moan slipped out before you could stop it, and that made him groan, deep and filthy.
“Yeah, just like that. So fucking hot when you can’t keep quiet for me.”
He bit your bottom lip gently before sucking it into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop that made your stomach tighten. Both his hands were back on your ass now, pulling you against the hard line of him as he ground against you slowly, like he wanted you to feel how much he wanted you.
“You feel that?” His voice dropped, low and feral in your ear. “That’s what you do to me.”
Your head tipped back as he kissed down your neck, sloppy and unrestrained now, teeth scraping before soothing with hot, open-mouthed kisses. One of his hands slid up your side, grabbing your waist, pulling you closer until you were almost straddling him on the edge of the crate.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped against your skin, kissing back up to your jaw. “Tell me to keep going.”
Your fingers tightened in his jacket, breath shaky. “Seungmin… don’t stop.”
His grin was dark, breath hot against your cheek. “Good girl.” His lips trailed down across your neck and you whimpered when he sucked at the spot just below your ear, leaving a faint bruise, and that sound made him groan low in his throat. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
Your breath caught, and his eyes—dark, hungry—searched yours for a split second, almost like he was giving you a chance to say no.
You didn’t. You tugged at his jacket instead, whispering, “Then do it.”
With a quiet, frustrated groan, he yanked at the waistband of your tracksuit pants, dragging them down along with your panties in one swift, desperate motion. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, but his hands were right there, warm and sure, pulling you to the very edge of the crate.
“Fuck,” he muttered when he saw you—already wet, thighs trembling. His thumb brushed along your inner thigh, teasing for half a second before he smirked. “You’re soaked for me.”
You glared weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips tilting toward him, and his grin widened, feral. He unzipped his uniform jacket halfway with one hand, pushing his pants down just enough to free himself, his cock hard and flushed as he gripped it. The sight of him like that—half-undressed in the red uniform, breathing heavy, looking at you like he might actually devour you—made your stomach twist with heat.
His hand tightened around his cock as he stepped closer, the head brushing against your slick folds slow and teasing. You jolted, your fingers digging into his jacket, but his grin only widened, that feral, amused spark in his dark eyes.
“You’re pissed at me, aren’t you?” he murmured, dragging his tip along your entrance but not pushing in, spreading your wetness over himself. “All because I disappeared for a couple nights.”
You glared up at him, breath shaky. “You— you didn’t even tell me where you were—”
He chuckled low, leaning down to press his mouth to your jaw, kissing you lazily as his cock slid against you again, slick and maddeningly slow. “God, you’re adorable when you’re angry.” His teeth grazed your skin, nipping lightly. “You care. You were worried, weren’t you?”
You tried to shove him back, but he just pressed his cock against you harder, sliding between your folds until the head nudged your clit, making you gasp despite yourself. His smirk was devastating. “You were. You missed me.”
“I did not—”
“Then why are you this wet for me?” he interrupted, his thumb moving to rub tight, slow circles over your clit as his cock teased your entrance, “—when I haven’t even given you anything yet?”
Your breath hitched, your nails digging into his shoulders now.
Seungmin hummed low, almost to himself, his voice turning rougher. “You can hate me all you want after, baby. But right now? You’re gonna take everything I give you.” Finally, finally, he pushed in—just the tip, groaning under his breath when your walls squeezed around him immediately. “Shit—so fucking tight,” he hissed, his forehead dropping against yours, his hands gripping your hips tight to hold you still.
You whimpered, trying to roll your hips for more, but he stilled you with a sharp squeeze to your waist. “Ah, ah,” he teased, pulling back just enough to slide his cock slowly through your slick folds again, “you don’t get it all at once. Not after yelling at me like that.”
You glared, panting. “You’re such a—”
He cut you off with a sharp thrust of just a little deeper, making you gasp mid-sentence. His grin was wicked. “Say it. Go on.” Another slow push, deeper this time, his cock stretching you inch by inch. “Tell me how mad you are while you’re dripping all over me.”
Your hands fisted in his jacket, your head tipping back as his slow, deliberate pace started driving you insane.
“Seungmin, please—”
His groan was low, harsh, his control finally starting to crack. “Fuck—don’t beg yet. I’m enjoying this too much.” He pushed in another slow inch, groaning under his breath, his hands gripping your waist tight enough to bruise. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, voice strained, forehead pressing against yours as he stilled inside you, barely halfway in. “I could stay like this all night.”
You whined, shifting your hips, trying to pull him deeper, but his grip held you still.
“No, no,” he whispered, his grin smug even as his jaw tightened with restraint. “You don’t get it all until you say it.”
Your brows furrowed, breath shaky. “S-say what?”
His eyes darkened, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he pulled out almost completely, then slid back in slowly, agonisingly slow, until your walls clenched around him desperately.
“Say you missed me.”
Your face heated, stubbornness warring with the needy ache low in your stomach. “I’m not—”
He let out a sharp laugh, pulling out again, only to push in shallowly, barely giving you anything. “Then I guess I’ll just take my time,” he taunted, his voice low and teasing as his cock slid just at your entrance, rubbing against your sensitive walls without giving you the deep thrust you craved. “I can keep this up for hours, baby.”
You groaned in frustration, trying to push yourself onto him, but he held you still, his thumbs digging into your hips.
“Look at you,” he murmured, leaning close to kiss along your jaw, slow and lazy despite the tension humming through his body. “Squirming for me already. You hate me right now, don’t you?”
“I do hate you,” you bit out, though your voice cracked as he slid in just a little deeper, making your stomach tighten.
His grin widened, his teeth grazing your neck before he kissed it. “Liar. You don’t hate me. You missed me. You were worried about me.”
“I was not—”
He snapped his hips forward just enough to bury himself a little deeper, cutting off your words with a sharp gasp. “Say it.” His tone was darker now, more strained, self-control hanging by a thread. “Say you missed me, or I’ll pull out and leave you like this.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your pride crumbling with every shallow, teasing thrust.
Finally, you broke.
“I—fuck—Seungmin, I missed you, okay?!”
His groan was downright sinful, his head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth scraping your skin as his hips stilled deep inside you. “Good girl,” he rasped, his voice shaking now, his hands tightening on your hips. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”
His hips slammed into yours brutally, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. The crate beneath you creaked dangerously, but Seungmin didn’t slow, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the way your body arched against him. “Fuck—just like that,” he groaned, his voice rough, low enough to make your stomach twist. “You feel so fucking good squeezing me like this.”
You gasped, nails clawing at his open uniform jacket as he set a brutal pace, every deep thrust making your breath hitch.
But he wasn’t done.
His hand—still gripping your hip hard enough to bruise—suddenly moved. He slapped your thigh sharply, the sound echoing in the small storage room, making you jolt with a breathless moan. Seungmin grinned, feral, before his hand immediately slid between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit harshly, fast, in tight circles.
Your head fell back, your walls clenching around him so tightly he cursed under his breath.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasped, his thrusts growing even rougher, faster, chasing your reaction. “Cum for me, baby. You came on my fingers, but now—fuck—I wanna feel you cum on my cock. I’ve been wanting this since day one.”
You whimpered, already trembling as the overwhelming pace sent you spiralling, and his filthy grin widened, his thrusts hitting deeper, perfectly timed with every harsh stroke of his fingers.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was strained now, his own control slipping, but his hand didn’t stop. “I can feel you—so fucking tight—don’t hold back. Cum for me. Now.”
You moaned his name, your voice breaking as your climax hit you hard, your entire body tightening around him as you shook. Seungmin groaned low, almost animalistic, burying himself deep and holding you still as he felt you squeeze around him, milking him.
“F-fuck, that’s it—good girl—yeah, just like that, take it, baby—” His rhythm stuttered, hips snapping desperately now, still rubbing at your clit to overstimulate you, drawing out every second of your orgasm. You gasped, legs trembling, and he pressed his forehead to your neck.
“You think I’m done with you?” he rasped, his voice low, strained with the effort of holding himself back even a little. His teeth grazed your throat before he licked a slow, wet stripe up to your jaw, his tongue hot against your skin. “Not even close, baby.”
You whimpered, still shaking from your orgasm, and that only made his grin turn downright wicked.
“Yeah… I can feel you twitching around me,” he muttered, almost to himself, his hips grinding deeper as he licked and kissed at your neck, sloppy and unrestrained. “You’re so sensitive now. Bet I can make you cum again.”
Before you could protest, his hand slid between you again, his fingers finding your clit immediately.
“Seungmin—w-wait, I—”
“Shh, don’t fight it.” His tone was soft but filthy, his finger already circling your clit in harsh, quick motions, perfectly timed with his rough thrusts. “You can take it. Be a good girl for me—let me feel you fall apart again.”
You gasped, back arching as his cock filled you over and over, the added stimulation making your legs tremble uncontrollably.
Seungmin groaned against your skin, biting lightly at your shoulder before soothing the mark with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking perfect like this—so wet, clenching so tight for me even after cumming.”
Your hands fisted in his uniform jacket, nails dragging down his back as your moans spilled out despite you trying to hold them in.
He chuckled darkly, his thrusts turning sloppy but relentless, chasing every reaction. “That’s it. Be loud for me. No one can hear us in here anyway, baby—fuck—I want to hear you.”
The combination of his pounding thrusts and the brutal pace of his fingers on your clit made you twitch and squirm, your walls fluttering around him again as you gasped his name.
“Yeah, say it again,” he groaned, his hips snapping harder, kissing messily along your jaw, your cheek, anywhere he could reach. “Say my name while you cum for me.”
You were already falling apart, your voice breaking into desperate, breathless sounds as his cock slammed into you over and over, his fingers rubbing your clit in fast, harsh circles that made your whole body twitch.
“S-Seungmin—ah—please—fuck, I—”
Your words dissolved into a moan, incoherent and needy, and he groaned low in his throat, his teeth grazing your jaw before biting lightly at your cheek.
“Yeah, just like that,” he growled, his voice rough, almost unhinged. “You can’t even talk, can you? Too fucked out already.”
You shook your head weakly, gasping as another sharp thrust had you clenching hard around him. Your legs trembled violently, your thighs trying to squeeze together, but his hand slapped your thigh again before spreading you wider, keeping you open for him.
“Don’t you dare close up on me,” he rasped, his hips snapping harder, deeper. “I’m not done with you. You’re gonna cum for me again—fuck—you’re gonna soak my cock this time.”
“S-Seungmin—ngh—I can’t—”
“You can,” he cut you off, his pace relentless, his thumb pressing tighter against your clit, circling faster. His grin turned downright feral when your back arched, your moans breaking into incoherent whimpers.
“Oh, you’re close again, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel you tightening up already. Do it—cum for me again, baby. Give it to me.”
You gasped, your voice nothing but incoherent babbling now, his name spilling from your lips over and over like a prayer as the pleasure built fast and overwhelming.
“Say it louder,” he growled against your neck, licking a hot stripe up to your ear before biting your earlobe gently. “I wanna hear you scream my name when you fall apart.”
And you did.
Your orgasm ripped through you harder than before, your whole body convulsing, legs twitching uncontrollably as you cried out his name, babbling broken pleas you couldn’t even form into words.
Seungmin groaned sharply, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he buried himself deep, feeling you spasm around him. “F-fuck—yes, that’s it, baby, fuck, you’re squeezing me so good—good girl—mine—” But even as you trembled, overstimulated and weak, his thumb didn’t leave your clit, rubbing slower but still deliberate, coaxing every aftershock out of you.
“Look at you, twitching for me—so perfect,” he murmured, pressing messy kisses along your neck, his breath ragged. “One more, baby. Just one more for me.”
You shook your head frantically, gasping, “C-can’t—too much—”
His dark grin widened, softening for just a second as he kissed your cheek, but his hips were still rolling into you, slower now but deep, controlled.
“Yes, you can. Be good for me. Cum one more time—I know you can. But first...” Seungmin groaned against your neck, his thrusts slowing just long enough for him to pull out, his cock slick and glistening. You blinked at him, still trembling, trying to catch your breath, but his dark, hungry grin sent a new wave of heat through you.
“Turn around for me.” he rasped, his voice low and wrecked.
You hesitated, still dazed, but he was already gripping your waist and pulling you down from the crate, spinning you smoothly until your chest pressed against the cool surface. His hand slid down your back, firm, guiding you into position until you were bent over slightly, ass arched perfectly for him.
“Good girl,” he muttered, his tone dripping with approval as he positioned himself behind you. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” Before you could reply, his hand cracked against your ass—once, twice, then a third sharp slap, each one making you jolt and gasp.
“Seungmin—!”
His chuckle was dark, amused, and so damn cocky. “That’s right, say my name.”
You opened your mouth to deny it, but then he thrust into you from behind in one deep, brutal stroke, making your voice break into a sharp moan instead. “God—fuck—” you gasped, hands gripping the crate tightly as his hips immediately started pounding into you, fast and relentless.
Seungmin groaned, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging in as he fucked you hard enough to make the crate creak beneath you.
“That’s it, baby—take it,” he growled, his pace brutal now. “You feel even better than I imagined—fuck, so tight.”
Your head dropped forward, your moans spilling out in broken, incoherent babbles.
The second those words left your lips, his groan turned almost animalistic, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, his hands squeezing your hips like he was trying to mold you into his palms. “Say that again,” he rasped, leaning over you now, his chest pressed to your back, his mouth hot against your ear. “Say you missed me.”
You whimpered, barely able to think, your words tumbling out without filter. “Missed you—fuck—missed you so much, Seungmin—needed you—”
His growl was low, broken, as his pace turned downright feral. “Shit—fuck—you’re gonna make me cum so hard—keep talking, baby, keep saying my name.”
You were almost sobbing now, your legs trembling violently, pleasure building fast again as his cock slammed into you from behind, his tip brushing that perfect spot with every thrust. Seungmin pressed his mouth to your shoulder, biting hard enough to muffle his own moan as he pounded into you, his voice wrecked.
“You’re mine. Say it.”
“Y-yours—Seungmin, I’m yours—”
“Good fucking girl.”
Seungmin’s thrusts grew harder, faster, sloppy with desperation. Your moans were completely incoherent now, your face pressed against the crate as your body trembled violently with every brutal thrust.
“Seungmin—ah—f-fuck—so deep—”
His grin was feral, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, chest flush to your back, still thrusting into you ruthlessly.
“Yeah, that’s it—take all of me, baby. You love it, don’t you? Love when I fuck you stupid like this.”
You whimpered, babbling helplessly. “Yes—fuck—love it—love your cock—so good—”
That made him growl low, his pace somehow even rougher, his words tumbling out fast and filthy now. “God, you’re perfect. My perfect girl. All mine. Say it—say you’re mine while I fill you up.”
You cried out his name, barely able to form words as you gasped, “Yours—Seungmin—I’m yours—please—”
“Good girl,” he rasped, his thrusts erratic now, his self-control snapping completely. One hand slid from your hip to your clit again, rubbing fast and harsh despite how sensitive you already were.
“Cum with me, baby. Come on—cum all over my cock while I fill you.”
You shook your head weakly, sobbing, “C-can’t—too much—”
His grip tightened on your hip, his thrusts slamming deeper, rougher. “Yeah, you can. Be good for me one more time. I want to feel you squeeze me while I cum.” The overstimulation hit fast, pleasure crashing over you again as you clenched hard around him, screaming his name as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking violently under him.
“Fuuuck—yes, that’s it, baby—milk my cock—just like that—good girl, my good fucking girl—”
With one final deep thrust, Seungmin groaned harshly against your shoulder, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled deep inside you, his hips grinding to keep himself as close as possible.
“Take it all—fuck—you’re mine—”
His pace slowed gradually, his cock twitching inside you as he stayed pressed deep, his forehead against your back, his breathing ragged. For a moment, neither of you moved—your body still twitching from overstimulation, his chest heaving against your back, his hands softening where they gripped your hips.
Then, slowly, his lips brushed your shoulder. A soft, almost reverent kiss. Then another. The shift was jarring—the feral, relentless man who had just fucked you senseless now kissing your skin like you were something fragile, something to be cherished.
His forehead rested against the curve of your neck, and his voice came low, hoarse but steady. “You’re staying alive. You hear me?” His lips ghosted over your skin between words, soft kisses peppered along your neck. “I’m keeping you alive.”
You turned your head slightly, still breathless, whispering, “Seungmin…”
He pressed another kiss to your jaw, slower this time, his hand sliding gently up your side to hold you closer. “When we get out of here—when I get you out—” His tone softened even more, the raw intensity in his eyes now replaced with something deeply sincere. “—I’ll tell you everything. The truth. Why I’m really here. All of it.”
You blinked at him, heart pounding for an entirely new reason. “The truth?”
He kissed your cheek, his lips lingering for a long second.
“Yeah. But for now…” He pulled out carefully, helping you straighten up, his hands steady on your waist as if you might break. He smirked just slightly, softer than his usual cocky grin. “…just trust me, okay? You don’t have to understand everything yet. Just stay alive for me.”
And all you could do is take his word for it and trust him.
Could you do sorry by sengumin fake texts based on Halsey where sengumin apologizes for breaking up with her and then reader replies someone will love you but someone isn't me make it angst because of their careers.
SORRY - K. SM
cw - idol!seungmin x fem idol!reader, mentions of alcohol , angst angst and a little more angst, reader gets a little mean, swearing, uhhh yeah
a.n- firstly i’d like to say thank you for the request !! also i know im coming out the woodworks with this one :( im gonna try to post more (yes im aware i said that last time but now im serious) so heres a text fic ! enjoy lovies! ps, send text fic requests pleaseeeeeeee. okay bye muah <3
cw - mentions of alcohol, mentions of stabbing (jokingly), mentions of violence (I guess?), SHITTY WRITING, boxer jisung, fem reader, kinda fluffy ig, uhhhh I think that's it
wc - .8k
an - HAPPY HAN DAY !! I sincerly apologize for how absolutely awful this is but I wanted to try and get out of my writing comfort zone w this one. but, nonetheless, I FINALLY FINISHED SOMETHING who cheered !! I defo will be writing better stuff later on but this is just something quick I pulled together
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In the bustling heart of a city that never quite slept, tucked between a neon-lit ramen shop and a vintage record store, there was a small, unassuming hole-in-the-wall bar called "District 9." It was a haven for misfits, loners, and those looking to escape reality, where the clatter of glasses mixed with the whispers of secrets being shared over half-filled mugs of craft beer.
On a rainy Thursday evening, it was more crowded than usual. You sat among the eclectic crowd leaned forward, your elbows resting on the bar. You had just finished complaining to the bartender about your shitty day at work when you were met with the gaze of a rather imposing figure.
Jisung was an amateur boxer, though tall and built like a brick wall, there was a softness to his edges, and he had a charm that paired well with his features. With a grin that could rival the sun, he sidled up to you, your attention still caught up in a rant about office politics.
“Hey there,” he said, his voice deep and inviting. “What’s the story you’ve got brewing?”
You glanced at him, sizing up the muscles that strained his fitted shirt. You offered a polite smile, your mind racing for an escape route. “Oh, just office horror stories,” you replied, waving a hand dismissively. “You know, the usual power struggles and egos clashing over the copier.”
“Sounds intense,” Jisung replied, undeterred. “Maybe I can help lighten the mood?”
You raised an eyebrow. “I doubt you’d be able to lighten anything when you look as if you could be an axe murderer- a very squishy, adorable, gentle axe murder.” The more you spoke the stupider you realized you sounded.
Jisung chuckled, amused. “You look like the kind of girl who’d call a man squishy just to bruise his ego,” he waves over the bartender once again, “Let me buy you a drink, yeah?”
A playful light flickered in your eyes as you leaned back, crossing your arms. “You’re not my type, I’m afraid. I prefer not to date people who could easily kill me with brute force while also looking like their cheeks are made of mochi.”
“Is that on principle or just preference?” he asked, tilting his head with curiosity.
“Both, I suppose,” you answered, digging deeper. “It’s only logical. I might be a sucker for some tragic romance, but I’d prefer to be stabbed than have someone crush me with their fists. So, if you'd happen to know anyone…?”
Jisung gaped, half-laughing, half-wondering if you were serious. “Stabbed? That’s quite extreme, don’t you think?”
“Well, it’s more romantic than being pulverized,” you shrug with a sigh. “But in all honesty, I like my partners a little more… fragile, if you will.”
“Fragile, huh?” he mused aloud, scratching his chin as a playful grin danced on his lips. “I do know a guy. A buddy of mine who bakes and is about as threatening as a baby chick.”
You leaned in, entranced by the absurdity of your exchange. “Now you’re speaking my language. But if he’s too timid, I might just accidentally scare him away.”
“Then we’ll make sure you get the recipe,” Jisung said, laughing openly now.
As the night unfolded, you exchanged stories—Jisung revealing a softer side veiled beneath his muscles and you allowed him to peel away the layers of your tough exterior. You bonded over your shared taste in obscure films and the best local pizza joints, while the rain drummed rhythmically against the bar’s window.
Eventually, the bar began to empty, the crowd thinning as couples began to drift toward the door. Jisung glanced at his watch, a frown creeping onto his face. “I should probably head out.”
You felt a pang of disappointment, surprising even yourself. “Yeah, me too. It’s getting late.”
As you two stood to leave, Jisung paused, a serious look crossing his face. “Look, uhm, I know you’ve got your preferences, but would you consider going for coffee sometime? I promise I won’t pulverize you or whatever.”
You considered him for a moment, the shadows of the bar catching the profile of his strong jaw and the kind eyes that felt atypical for someone his size. “You know what? Coffee sounds great. But only if we meet at a café and not a dark alley.”
He laughed. “Deal.”
As you stepped out into the cool night air, you glanced back at the rundown bar, a smile creeping onto your face. Perhaps it was time to reconsider your so-called principles—after all, sometimes opposites really do attract, even if one was a little more likely to throw a punch.
So I've seen you been asking for text fic ideas but I'm not creative enough for a multi-part thingy so how abouuut skz seeing a fake dispatch picture of female idol reader and another guyyyy? 🖤 Love you, always ^^
fem reader idol reader x idol felix
cw - angsty then fluffy at the end, mentions of cheating, felix is adorable (as always), playful mentions of violence
a.n - i had sooo much fun doing this one !! my inbox is getting empty so if you have an idea please share it with me !!
So reader (she/her) and Chan are recently broken up and he gets with his ex really quick like the next week and reader text him ‘so I was a place holder?’ Or something equally heartbreaking and he says ‘well I told you she’s special to me.”
Either reader fights or she just accepts it
non idol chan x reader
cw - angst, swearing, he's kind of an ass, toxic if you squint, mmmmm I think that's basically it !!
cw - mdni, mafia!au, toxic ass relationship, angsty, fluff if you squint, fem reader, swearing, I MADE ONE TYPO PLS FORGIVE ME, erm yah I think that's it !!
a.n - yessir kenzie back w the texts :)) I need more req so please if you have any ideas you'd like to see me do send them my way !! enjoy loveys <3
