AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist
Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims
Rating: T
Word Count: 1.2 K
A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️
Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭
Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"
"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"
"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."
Chapter-1 Hate You
“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”
“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-
“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”
“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”
At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”
Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”
“No, man!! They are those typical b-
A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”
“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”
“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.
A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”
“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”
“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.
“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.
“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”
“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”
“What about you?”
“I also don’t like her presence-
“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.
“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”
“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”
“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-
“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”
“Then?”
“Him?’
“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.
“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.
“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.
Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”
“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.
“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.
Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.
“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.
“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.
“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.
“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”
“Likewise Y/N”
With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.
It’s been years since you’ve seen Junho. The last time was the night he abandoned you, a night so horrible he had to move to a different country just to escape you. This was the last place you expected to see him. Why is he back now and why is he smiling at you like that?
Warnings -
Swearing, suggestive content, a breakup but maybe a makeup too
A/N -
This is for the 500 follower event from this request.
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This can’t be happening. How is he here of all places? Not only is he meant to be in another country but a baby shower is the last place you would expect to see Junho. He's not the expecting daddy. Not that that mattered, not anymore - you had burned his memory from your skin, that one night together forgotten.
But, why was he here? At one of your best friends' baby shower? He had to know you would be here. Also why hadn’t she warned you? Her husband had been good friends with him back in college but hadn’t Junho abandoned all his friends, just like how he had abandoned you?
No, you refuse to think about that now. It’s your friend's day and you refuse to ruin it for her with old drama. You can do this - you can get through the next hour or so without making a scene.
Most of the guests are here now, bringing gifts and smiles for the expectant couple. While you don’t mind being on present duty (accepting and rearranging the gifts so they all fit isn’t a difficult job in itself), you are forced to greet every person that comes in, including Junho, your one-time lover. Or, you guess, almost lover.
You never did go all the way before he disappeared… maybe things would have been different if you had. Days later you found out that he had left the country, flying out to only God knows where to study abroad like some big shot. Screw him.
It’s not a difficult job to sit and smile and make notes of who got what so the hopeful parents can send nice thank you cards that will be thrown out or lost in a weeks time, but that look of joy on his face as he walks up to the gift area holding a large box in his hands is enough to give you hope and hope is not what you need right now.
His arms are empty of another person but that doesn't mean he’s single and why do you care? He hurt you. He left right when you put your feelings out on the table and he crushed what little trust you had in men completely. He destroyed your future possibilities. He left you heartbroken and yet here he is, a huge grin on his face as if no time has passed.
“It’s been a long time.” He slinks up to the table, holding up the yellow and blue gift-wrapped box with a quirk of his brow. “Where should I put this?”
“In the trash and why don’t you join it?”
“What?” His eyes furrow as he eases back and forth from one foot to the other.
“I’ll take it, just go inside.”
“Did I do something to upset you?”
“Nothing so important to remember I guess.” The gull of this guy. As he starts to open his mouth you hold up a hand. “Let’s not. This is neither the time nor the place. “
“Of course,” he says, a curt smile on his lips as he hands you the present before walking further into the house. It’s for the best. It’s over and you shouldn’t dwell on the past. You already wasted too many hours on 'what if’s' and 'why me’s'. You refuse to do it again. Holding your chin up, you smile at the couple walking in.
The presents have all been opened and accounted for (even Junho’s extravagant, glittery baby mobile with mystical tunes) and the cake is being served, many people gobbling it down and making their excuses to leave. The air is starting to circulate again, the space widening as more guests start to head out one by one.
Not him though. He’s still here, watching from the other side of the room and digging into the cake, the blue frosting icing his lips before his tongue scoops it up, swallowing it alongside the rest. His plate never seems to empty even though you know for a fact that he hasn’t gone back for more. Why won’t he leave?
“You should go home. You have been on your feet for hours,” you friend says, rubbing her belly.
“I don’t want to leave the mess for you to clean up.”
“Don’t worry. There are still plenty of people here to help. Go, go. Be free and enjoy the rest of your night.” She winks and you’re about to say something else when you overhear her husband telling Junho to leave and you know it’s best to make a fast escape.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She nods and waves and you scurry to the closet to grab your purse. Clutching at the soft material, you turn and run straight into Junho. His arms stretch out against the opposite sides of the door frame, cornering you within. You take a step back but there isn’t much room and you stumble over the cluster of shoes scattered across the floor. Dropping to the ground, your bag glides across the wood. This is just terrific.
He bends over, extending a hand, and although your first reaction is to slap it away, you take it and he pulls you up. His fingers entwine with yours for a moment before he pulls you into his embrace. Fire pools in your gut as your hips rub up against his, poised close enough to feel his breath against your lips.
“What do you want?”
“Wait for me outside.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“I’m asking nicely. We could always have the conversation here if you like,” he says, the edge of his mouth twitching up at the corner. “I thought you might prefer not to ruin such an important day-”
“Whatever. Fine. Just move and I’ll wait for you outside.” You push against him but a trail of warmth twists upwards from your hand, the heat almost unbearable as he grabs your arm.
“Don’t run off again.”
You blink a few times and push against his chest hard enough that he shifts one of his feet, stepping behind the other to keep his balance before you hiss, “Me?”
“Not here.” He winks and backs up, giving you room to leave before hesitating for a moment, his eyes furrowed, his lips pulling down into a frown before he walks back towards the living room. What is he playing at now?
Shaking your head, you grab your bag and head out the door. Strolling down the driveway on your way to the street. Your car is a few houses down. Kicking the unfortunate pebble in your path, your fists clench tight while you decide if you should just hop in your car and drive away. Is it wrong to ignore his request? If you leave now you’ll never see him again but isn’t that a good thing?
Still pondering the question, you crush the button three times, the beeping of the car doors unlocking echoing six times before you decide you don’t care what he has to say. Hesitating for a moment, you think of that look on his face before opening the door and sliding behind the steering wheel, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest as you turn the key in the ignition and put it into drive. Fuck him. Let him suffer.
Right as you start to pull from the curb, a figure jumps out in front of your car, forcing you to slam your foot onto the brakes. Your heart beat thumps against your chest, vibrating in your eardrums. His arms are spread out across the hood, his shoulders raising and lowering rapidly; he ran here from the house to stop you. His eyes capture yours - his hooded expression, the hurt in them, catches you off guard. Your body is unable to react in time as he swings around the car, opens the door and jumps into the passenger side seat.
“What the hell?” He leans over, turning off the engine and pocketing the key. “You couldn’t even wait five minutes? I understand not waiting five years, but not even five minutes?”
“What are you going on about?”
“You know, I thought about you a lot while I was away.”
“I seriously doubt that,” you mutter and roll your eyes.
“I did. I missed you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left,” you say folding your arms over your chest.
“Are you serious?” His laugh is as bitter as the leftover coffee you drank this morning in your rush to get over here. “You told me leave.”
“I told you to leave?”
“You don’t remember?” He frowns, his hand jutting out to circle your head, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying,” you say, wobbling your head back and forth with each word, your chin up in defiance. “I believe you were the one who disappeared without a word's notice. It was quite insulting waking up the morning after what I thought had been a magical night to find you gone. Then to find out that you had left the goddamn country, well, that was a mighty blow to the ego. Just another man who couldn’t get what he wanted from a girl and went on to find an easier catch.”
“Wow.” His scrunched up face thins out into a smile before his head flops back and a hardy laugh escapes his lips. “Babe, babe. You mean to tell me that I left you without a word?”
“Yes asshole, and don’t call me that.”
“You know, I felt that connection too. That night meant a lot to me. I never regretted it. I mean sure, I wanted to fuck your brains out, I still do. But I never regretted that night.”
“Then why did you leave?"
“You told me to.”
“I swear to God-”
“Me too. I swear. You said that you couldn’t wait for me, that you wouldn’t wait while I was overseas with school. I even suggested that we try it long distance but you wouldn’t budge. You told me to leave before it became too painful, before we really got hurt. You pushed me away.”
“I didn’t.” Although now that he said it, it did sound like something you would have said.
“We had a few drinks but I didn’t realize you were that drunk or I wouldn’t have listened. I should have tried harder. I shouldn’t have used any excuse to run but if I’m being completely honest right now, I might have been a little scared of how I was feeling. I wasn’t ready and I took the easy way out. I fucked up.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips close to yours. “But I never stopped thinking about you. Giving up on you is the only regret I have.”
“But I-”
The words suspend midair as his lips close the distance, soft lingering kisses that quickly turn deep and hungry as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Was it all a misunderstanding?
“Forgive me.” He pulls you close, ignoring the arm rest dividing you, his hands as hungry as his tongue that litters kisses across your neck and throat. “Give me another chance.”
And you think you will.
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Pairing: Jang Wooyoung x Reader (female) x Lee Junho.
Warnings: a little bit angst in the beggining but it’ll pass soon, a lot of dirty talk.
Word count: 3.778.
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You came to a conclusion about your feelings and also how to avoid it. It wasn’t your best idea, and gladly they changed your mind.
-x-
"Taec just told me you're talking normally with him, so why aren't you answering any of my texts or calls?" and "Did I do something wrong? Or is it something I said? It's been almost a month since I heard about you from yourself..." were the first messages you saw after grabbing your phone to turn off the alarm at that cold morning. It was actually ironic how the weather seemed to match perfectly your feelings. Those messages weren't helping, not even a little bit. And Taecyeon was the one who could ease your pain, being the only person whom you shared your little secret. Which was why you had a meeting with him to get some lunch that day.
"So, how's your heart?"
"Unfortunately, the same. I don't know what to do. But seeing you brights my feelings a little bit."
"I'm touched. But seriously, you should just tell them. I mean, it's not like they're gonna turn their backs from you."
"How could you know?"
"I've been friends with them for more than a decade, so I guess I'm safe to say this. Plus, you're friends with us for at least the five last years, so we could never judge you or step out of your life. Specially both of them."
"What do you mean, 'specially them'?"
You stopped your fork that was tossing aside the piece of meat on your plate. The possibility of talking with Wooyoung and Junho that you liked them both and they tossing you to the side just like you were doing with that juicy meat caused you some nausea.
"If I may add this, to burst you some courage, I know Wooyoung has a little crush on you."
"What?"
"Seems like you have some positive effect on his life, which makes him ramble about you every time after you meet. About Junho, I can't affirm anything, but he also seems very fond of you."
"That's crazy. I couldn't be lucky enough to have these two men liking me just how I like them."
"You may find out, but you have to talk to them. They keep coming after me to discover things about your daily life since you cut them off. You don't want them to do this with you, so I don't think what you're doing is fair."
"You're right."
"You bet I am. Now, while you think about it, eat a little. The meat is perfectly tender."
Nodding, you started to eat a bit as your mind went to a crazy place where those two guys liked you back. This couldn't happen. It'd be a total mess. But what was the difference between how you were all dealing with each other now? In the worst case scenario, they wouldn't like you and you'd probably step out of their lives a little, to soothe your heart. It was better to rip off the bandage once for all.
"I'm sorry for the absence. I'm dealing with some stuff. Can you come over friday night? I wanna talk to you in person."
As soon as you sended the text for Junho and Wooyoung, your phone was ringing like crazy. You just turned it off and shrugged when Taec looked at you arching his eyebrows.
"I invited them over at friday. I hope we can talk through this."
"I know you will, but I still wish you a good luck."
Smiling, you finish your lunch just in time to go back to work. Taecyeon drove you off since it was on his way and you thanked him once again for all he has done and he just chuckled.
"C'mon, how couldn't I help my favorite people?"
He was truly the best friend in the whole world, and left after motioning for you to answer the - probably - 5th call after the invitation you made for those men. Sighing, you pick up the black phone almost lost inside that filled purse. It was Junho.
"Why are you ghosting me? If you have something to deal, I can help you with it, and you know that! Do you know how worried I got? I was in another country and couldn't come to you, but it was the first thing I tried to do when I came back, but you weren't anywhere to be found. Then, Taec told me you didn't wanted to see me. Taecyeon, not you! You couldn't even tell me this? Seriously, after all these years?"
He was angry. His voice was kinda aggressive, just how you knew it would be. And you also thought that you deserved that treatment. Junho was right in every word he pronounced, but your heart still felt hurt. It made your heart ache because behind those words, you knew he was suffering too. It was the first time ever you have cut him off of your life in all those years. You got so caught up in your feelings that didn't even noticed when you started crying, and the tone in Junho's voice changed immediately.
"Wait, don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm just really preoccupied with you, I didn't mean to sound so rude. You know how I am. Please, stop crying. I can't deal with this if I'm not close enough to hold you."
"Junho..."
He sighed.
"I'm not waiting until friday. I'm coming over tonight. We need to talk."
"But... That's not only our business."
"I know you cut Wooyoung off too. What did we do?"
"It's not that, you didn't do anything wrong."
"I'll bring him with me so we can all deal with this as soon as possible. Is that okay?"
"Yes..."
"Ok. I need to go now. But please, the only thing I ask from you is to not cut me off again. Not like this. If I do something, talk to me. Or even if I don't, but you feel something that put you some doubts, just talk to me."
"Ok. I will. I'm so sorry. Seriously. I don't even know how I can start to apologize because of this."
"You can tell me tonight why this even happened in the first place. Alright?"
"Yeah... I'll wait for you."
As soon as the call finished, you hurried to the bathroom to fix your make up before going back to the office, but didn't result as great since you looked paled and bothered, even with all that concealer in your face.
"Hey, who's that guy from before? Are you dating?"
Looking at your colleague with a expression that screamed 'what?', she saw your red eyes and how you were still sniffing.
"Oh, did you guys break up? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch in a sensible topic."
"Oh, no, is not that. We weren't dating. We're just friends, really."
"So why are you crying? I know you're not feeling so good lately, so I'm a little concerned. I never saw you look like this."
"You don't need to bother, I'm just dealing with some stuff."
"Wanna talk?"
"It's a little weird topic, so it's better if I don't talk about it."
"Well, if you feel like it, I'm here, ok?"
"Thank you."
You were so anxious about finally confessing and not knowing the reaction you'd get that the day passed quickly enough to make you even more nervous. Soon the clock was hitting the 5PM and you were heading home.
"I wish you good luck with your stuff!"
The girl from before said when the elevator opened to the parking lot in the building. Thanking her once again, you got on the car and on the whole way, your mind was working on what to say to Wooyoung and Junho. What would be their reactions? And what was that about they having feelings for you? Nothing was making sense. And these questions stayed on your mind until the door bell ring loudly on the apartment just after you finished showering, but those guys behind the door didn't gave you any time to dress before.
"Jeez, I was on the shower!"
"Oh, sorry..."
They looked like they never saw a woman in a towel before, turning their heads to the side.
"Come in, I'm gonna put on some clothes."
Wooyoung and Junho were sitting on the couch, looking apprehensive when you came back dressed comfy and serving some beers.
"So, are we gonna talk?"
"Oh, straight to the point."
"You didn't answered me in almost this whole month, come on. What's happening?"
Wooyoung looked really desperate, which only made you feel worse.
"I'm sorry I put you guys through this, but the thing is I've been dealing with something that I don't want to, and I don't know how to break the news for you."
"Are you dating? That's why you don't wanna talk to us anymore? Did the guy told you to back off from us? Because if he did it, I need to talk to him."
"He can't tell you what to do! Who the hell does he think he is?"
"Wait, no. I'm not dating anyone."
"Oh. But do you want to? Because I know a guy."
Junho only looked in disbelief at Wooyoung.
"Well, If I can say this, yes. But that's not up to me anymore. Not at this point."
"What point?"
"Ok, let's do this. The reason why I've been distant is because... I mistook what I feel. I thought it was only a deep friendship, but it's not."
"What do you mean? Do you like someone?"
"I do, yes."
That answer hit them hard. Wooyoung felt like his heart was being crushed, while Junho started to think that what he felt could never work well.
"And that's why you stopped talking to us? That doesn't make any sense."
"Well, it does for me, since I don't know how to deal with this. I mean, how could I tell to two of my closest friends that I like them?"
Junho choked on his drink, being the first one to understand the situation. Wooyoung looked lost.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about that I like you both. I really do. And I tried to not to, but that doesn't seem to work. I thought the best I could do was staying away, since you both couldn't like me as well. And everything would be a total mess if other people found out. But Taec told me that if I don't want you both cutting me off of your life, then I shouldn't be doing this to the both of you. So here I am, confessing the reason behind the mess I made."
"Are you serious?"
Nodding, you finished you beer while they tried to process what you just said.
"But what do you mean by us couldn't be liking you as well?"
"Ahn, I... There's no way you'd be liking me. Like, not the both of you. Not at the same time. That would be crazy."
"Well, but that could happen."
"How?"
They looked at each other before finally breaking if off for you.
"I know I'm kinda slow for a few things, but I couldn't not notice how Junho look at you, because it's the same way I look at you."
"How do you guys look at me?"
"Like you're the missing piece of the puzzle that's our lives."
"Wait, what?"
The burn in your cheeks could be felt, so you were probably looking like a tomato that moment.
"We both like you. I don't know what kind of spell you put on us, but it worked well. This almost feels like magic, because it's too crazy. Even more knowing it's mutual."
"Yeah. And we talked, you know. We've been friends for such a long time, so we should know how to work this out. But I wasn't prepared to you returning these feelings."
"We also tried to talk to you, but since you ghosted us, it was hard. It's not something I wanted to say on the phone. Now I'm kinda lost."
"We didn't think that you'd like us both, and to not break anyone's heart, we should just talk about it and move on. But how do we do this now?"
"One thing is the both of us having feelings for you without any real chance of being mutual. Another thing totally different is you actually having feelings for us. At the same time. It'd be unfair to choose just one."
"So are you saying we should all just forget about it and move on?"
"I'm actually thinking how we all could make this work. Not breaking hearts, just healing them."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, you know, it's a new century, people are more open minded to try new stuff. Couldn't we try some arrangement?"
"Like, sharing me?"
"When you put it like that, sounds kinda weird. Why would we share you if we could have you entirely at the same time?"
Then it hit you. The three of you, together, at the same time and in every way.
"But how could we know if this works well for us?"
"Trying. Come here."
Junho got up from the couch and offered you his hand to take you out of the floor. Then he held you in his toned arms, like you were so precious that could break at anytime but loose enough to not do it. His eyes focused on your lips while Wooyoung's breath hit your neck. The both of them were so close that made you intoxicated but as soon as their lips found your mouth and neck, you forgot everything but them. The feeling of being kissed by the two guys you liked the most at the same time was crazy, something you couldn't describe, but it made your body burn wanting more. More of that, more of them.
"I guess this is gonna be very good for us."
"Then let me kiss you to verify this."
Chuckling, you turned your back to Junho, feeling his hands attaching at your waist immediately, while his mouth traveled through your shoulders and neck. You didn't had time to think about how good that felt, because Wooyoung made your senses get lost in his sweet kiss. You felt dizzy with those two men changing all your perspective of intimacy. They only kissed you but you felt more connected to them than to anyone in your life. So the urge to feel more like that started to be build up inside of you.
"We'll only go further if you agree with it."
"Now that I'm finally able to be with you both, I'm afraid if I let this chance pass, it won't happen again."
"I think I can speak for the both of us that if you want us, then we'll be with you."
"I do. I really do."
"So it's sealed, honey."
"We're your men."
Hearing that made your knees weak, but luckily they were holding you tight.
"Then make me your woman."
Junho took that as a challenge to turn that night into the best one you have ever lived, and Wooyoung didn't thought twice before kissing you again. Your hands went to Wooyoung's chest, feeling him breathing heavier as the kiss got more heated, and just when you broke the kiss to regain some air, Junho sinked his teeth on your skin, making you feel like you would combust at anytime and moaning at the sensation.
"Should we take this to the bedroom?"
"Please."
Wooyoung was the first one to sit on the bed, calling you with his lips already plump, and you went like he had you laced around his finger. You made his lap your seat, kissing and biting his neck, while he slowly opened the buttons of his shirt, making easy for you to just slide the fabric to the sides while your lips tasted his smooth skin, until Junho's hand got entangled in your hair to make you look at him. His already naked chest was almost calling your lips, and you couldn't help but moan when he pressed his mouth roughly on yours while Wooyoung made you grind on his hardening cock. In no time your shirt was flying across the room, and at the same speed, Wooyoung's mouth was attached to one of your boobs.
"You look so pretty like this."
You could only show Junho a little smirk because he didn't gave you enough time to even think about an answer - his fingers traveling around your body. Kissing Junho was kinda hard because the only thing your mouth wanted to do was moan how good that felt, but it became worse when you felt his hand slipping through your shorts and circling your pulsing clit, making you roll your hips to get a better friction. Wooyoung cut the teasing to get rid of the clothes on his way and Junho got the chance to lay down and call you to take off his jeans. His dick was hard against the black fabric of the boxer, and your desire to taste him only got bigger. You started to kiss his body but didn't got to tease too much - his hand on your hair directing your lips for a better use.
Taking off his underwear, you left little kisses on his cock, licking and circling the tip with your tongue to adjust better in your watering mouth. His shaky moans were getting you even more wet, which Wooyoung seemed to enjoy a lot. You could feel Wooyoung's boner poking your ass, since you were on all fours, and rolling your hips on it was one of the best decisions because he sounded so pretty getting lost on you. He couldn't wait much longer so his fingers went to your pussy to prepare you for him.
"You're so wet. Is it all for us?"
You could only moan in response, since your mouth was pretty busy working on Junho.
"Then let's have some fun, honey."
His fingers spread the wetness on your folds, not taking too long before inserting one inside you, but it wasn't enough and you wanted more. His fingers were long and touched you just right. Plus, with the way Junho was grunting under you, it wouldn't take long for your legs started to tremble. Your body was aching for more of them, and you needed to let them know.
"Please, just fuck me already."
"Hm, should I? What do you think, Junho?"
"She's doing good, so maybe you should give it to her. Are you gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for Wooyoung, sweetheart?"
"Yes, let me be good for you, Wooyoung."
Your legs opened up a little more, giving him all access to your dripping pussy, but he suddenly got up from the bed and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, until you saw a package of condom on his hand.
"Hurry up and take me, Wooyoung."
"You're so needy for me, aren't you?"
You could only moan as you were feeling his covered dick slip inside of you, making you squirm and grab Junho's thighs to regain some composure.
"Looking at you, taking him so good. Are you gonna be a good girl for me too?"
You almost felt embarassed because Wooyoung was going in such a good rhythm that you kinda forgot Junho also needed a release.
"I want to feel you coming undone on my mouth."
He left some curses under his breath while your mouth went down on his shaft, taking almost all of him at once. You felt the tip of his cock on your throath and gagged a little, taking him out of your mouth with a plop sound to regain some breath and dive in to pleasure him once again.
"Take it easy, baby. Don't need to be so eager, I'm gonna be here the whole night for you."
The sweet sound of his voice full of malice almost made you smile, if you weren't trying to work him up very nicely. Your right hand went to cup his balls, making him moan your name and you could swear it was the prettiest sound you have ever heard. Along with Wooyoung picking up his pace, you felt like you were in heaven.
"You keep clenching on me, it feels so good."
"Look at you, baby, being a good girl for us. Hm, take it all, honey. You look so pretty getting fucked."
Junho's dirty talk was making you tremble. You felt your knees get weak at every filthy word that escaped through his lips, and the smirk on his face was only helping to make you reach higher and higher.
"You like that dirty talk, don't you, love? Are you gonna cum on my dick? Do you want it?"
You felt Wooyoung's tender voice reaching your ears while his hand went to work on your clit, making the pleasure almost unberable and you moan against Junho's twitching cock. Everything felt so good, none of you would last long at that time. Applying some pressure, you sucked Junho a little harder, making him squirm under you.
"I'm so close, baby. Don't stop. Let me fill up your pretty mouth."
He rolled his hips almost making you gag again, but you got a little used to it, so it only helped to reach more of him, making him gasp and call you name repeatedly as he came hard. You swallowed everything before letting go of him, focusing on Wooyoung and your pleasure at once. His hips snapped so right against yours and his fingers worked like magic on your clit, you were almost seeing stars.
"Wooyoung, I'm gonna cum."
"That's it, love, cum around me."
You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, your legs trembling and your walls squeezing Wooyoung's dick inside of you, while he estimulated your clit and Junho looked at you with shiny eyes, and it was too much to handle. You came undone around his shaft, moaning loud and getting breathless. Wooyoung didn't last much longer since you were holding him so nicely inside of you. You didn't want him to let go, but he made up for it pampering you with kisses while Junho looked for a towel to clean all of you. You never felt so loved before.
"Do you feel good?"
"Absolutely. Do you guys too?"
Junho hummed positively, laying down and putting you on his embrace, and Wooyoung hugged you from behind.
"Never felt better. I'm glad you accepted us."
"I'm the happiest for being yours."
"Ten more minutes and we're gonna make you even happier, baby."
Oh, this is going to be a very good relationship.
The sound of your laughter was something Junho would never forget. Your scent, your smile, how you made him feel safe and at home. You were it for him, you were the one that he wanted to grow old with, watch his children grow with, and have grandchildren.
You were the one he wanted to give the world too, the one that deserved everything you ever wanted in life and he would work damn hard to make sure you got everything you ever dreamed of.
As much as Junho loved you, you loved him even harder. He was your safe space, your knight in shining armor, the one you could fall about anything and talking to about anything. He was the one who kept your deepest, darkest secrets inside and make you feel like the most amazing person in the world.
He was your person.
And you were his.
"I love you so much." He smiles, wrapping his arms around you.
"I love you more." You giggle, placing a kiss on his lips.
Junho holds onto you as tight as he can, the sounds of your laughter still ringing in his ear, but you still somehow were released from his grasp and slowly backed away from him.
"Y/N!" He calls as he reaches out for you. "Don't leave me, please." He begs.
You reach your hand out for him, calling and pleading for him to save you.
But he can't.
You're gone.
Junho wakes up with a gasp, sitting up in his bed. He reaches over to your side, but you're not there. He looks over and see the empty spot where you once laid.
Anon Request: Hii! I know this might seem a little old, but can I request a scenario for 2PM’s Junho? Can I request an arranged marriage angst-fluff scenario where he already had an evil girlfriend and he’s cold to you somehow when you are so kind to him, then when you can’t take it any longer, you left and he started to miss you and realize that his girlfriend is cheating on him,,, fluff ending hehehe! I’m sorry if this is too hard though 😅
Summary: You accepted your life as the second child to a father with a big corporation a long time ago. You knew the arranged marriage would happen one day, but you expected a partner who also accepted their fate. However, the suitor your parents choose for you acts immature and unreasonable. Can this even work?
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: Arranged Marriage AU. Contains angst, slight (implied but not described) smut, and a fluff ending. Strong language once or twice, slight violence
A/N: It isn’t exactly what was requested, but I started going based on the request and let my creative mind lead me where it did. I hope you still like it!
You knew the day would come, but you never expected it to be this chaotic. As soon as you reached a certain age, your parents started introducing you to sons of other big industry owners as your possible suitors. They only needed you as a pawn in the grand company scheme. Ultimately, neither you nor your brother could avoid it. Eventually, he'd inherit and run the company despite his dream of managing a small coffee shop, and you'd soon be forced to marry someone that could help business.
You met him twice before the marriage was announced, and he never paid you any mind. He never expected anything to happen. Plus, he has a secret model girlfriend, so why worry about his parents forcing him on dates? However, the announcement sends him into a rampage, especially since he hears the news from media outlets rather than from his parents.
You and your parents meet with his parents to discuss the wedding date and other important details when Lee Junho bursts in, fuming about the arrangement while dragging his clearly-bothered girlfriend behind him. Calmly, his father stands up, turns to Junho, and slaps him hard across the face.
"You will marry her. I don't care about your wants. The company comes first, and, as the oldest, it's about time you recognize that. You don't have to love each other; you only need to tolerate one another for the sake of our companies." Sitting back down, he turns to you, "I apologize for my son's attitude. Please, forgive him. He'll come around, but he's far too used to getting everything he wants."
"No worries, Mr. Lee. I understand his feelings and can look past them for the sake of this arrangement." You smile back, watching as your fiance shoots his father a disgusted look before storming out with his girlfriend.
"Thank you, Y/N." Mrs. Lee adds, "Your daughter is very well-mannered. She will be a welcome change to my son's wild lifestyle. Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."
The dinner continues as boring as you expect. The next few months don't improve much either. You rarely see the man chosen as your husband, and his attitude never really improves. You try your best to be friendly and kind to him whenever you two interact, but he always blows you off.
The wedding day approaches, and, for once, Junho acts nice to you. Of course, you recognize that it's an act for the families and media, but it's the first time he hasn't treated you like dirt, so you enjoy the day as best you can. There isn't a honeymoon. Instead, your parents bring you and Junho together to explain that you'll be moving into his house by the end of the week to show the media that the relationship works well. They want people to believe the motivation for marriage is more than a simple merger.
Without a doubt, this infuriates your now-husband. He rarely meets his girlfriend to eliminate any potential gossip, and now he has to share his home with the one person he blames his suffering on. You, on the other hand, try to be optimistic and see this as an opportunity to become friends, regardless of how difficult the task may be. Slowly, you move your belongings into his house. He gives you a personal wing of the house, hoping to limit interactions between the two of you.
Over the course of the month, you learn Junho's typical schedule. Exercise in the early morning, followed by breakfast and a shower. Then, he stays in his office room most days until dinner, unless there's a company meeting he's forced to attend. After dinner on Thursdays and Saturdays, he leaves for hours, and you can only assume by the state of his clothes and hair upon return that he meets with his girlfriend on those nights. When you understand his schedule enough, you begin eating or cooking at the times he usually does, in hopes to grow closer. He accepts your presence but hardly talks to you. Any conversations you start with him fall flat quickly. Tonight, you decide to make Junho dinner.
He thanks you and sits down to eat. As you sit down across from him, you ask him about his girlfriend. This time, he finally decides to talk with you.
"She wants to go on a vacation soon, but I don't know how to go with her when I still have to think of my father's stupid company."
"Do you want help? We can pretend to go together. I'll bring my friend so it looks like a double date situation. Only if you want, though. I don't want to force you if it'll be a pain dragging me along."
He stares at you for a moment, wondering why you still try being nice when he's been nothing but mean to you, "Are you sure you'd want to do that? You won't feel weird about the situation?"
"Why would I? We don't have feelings for each other. This marriage is for our parents, but that shouldn't stop us from living how we want. If we help each other, it shouldn't be too hard to fake a healthy marriage."
Suddenly, Junho smiles brightly. You've never seen him smile so genuinely, so it shocks you enough to get your heart racing. As he thanks you and explains his plans, your mind wanders, thinking about how handsome he is when he's happy. When he asks whether you'd be okay with his plans, you snap back to reality and blindly accept his proposal.
As it turns out, the plan included a trip to an island your parents own. They agree without issue, hoping you and your husband can bond. The only setback to the trip is that the two rooms are separated by gender, meaning you'd be sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend while Junho rooms with your friend. Junho's strange optimism insists that this will give him an easy excuse to sneak into his girlfriend's room, as he can claim he wants to see you.
At first, you didn't see the issue with his plan. However, the asshole returns as he decides to make out with and even have sex with his girlfriend despite you being stuck there with them as a cover for him. After a few days, you give up. Your kindness can only extend so far, so you storm out as the lovebirds undress each other without a care in the world.
You stroll along the beach, meeting up with Changmin, the friend you brought along for company. You sit on the beach and talk. He tells you all about his fiancee and asks how you feel about your forced marriage. Changmin has been your close friend for over a decade, so he could see your frustration. He tells you to talk to Junho about his behavior. With a sigh, you admit that he's right, and you head back to your room, fully expecting him to still be there.
When you arrive, you hear moans through the door and decide not to enter until they're finished. Turning around to head back to the beach, you accidentally bump into someone directly behind you. Trying to make eye contact to apologize, you see Junho, who looks past you and at the door. Your eyes grow wide as he passes you, yanking the key from your hand and storming into the room. You rush after him in case you need to stop a fight, even though you're scared of that possibility.
You both see Junho's girlfriend and some random younger boy pushing away from each other. She hides her naked body under the covers while he quickly stumbles into his clothes on the way out. You expect Junho to scream at his girlfriend or punch the boy, but he just points to the door and tells her to leave and never talk to him again. She tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Junho doesn't let it happen.
Raising his volume and strengthening his glare, he demands, "Get the FUCK out of my life!"
She wraps herself in the complimentary robe, grabs her bags, and rushes out the open door. Silence falls over the room. The scent of sex lingers and haunts him. He drops his arm and falls to his knees as he stares at the floor and tries to comprehend what happened.
You help him up from the floor and onto the bed. At that point, the man who appeared to lack a heart breaks down crying. You pat his back, so he leans his head on your shoulder. Ever since you've met him, you've never seen him drop his guard and be vulnerable. You stay with him until he cries out all his tears. When he composes himself, he apologizes, but you insist that it's perfectly fine.
After a short silence, he looks at you and asks, "Can I sleep next to you tonight? I think I need the comfort of another person."
"How about we sleep in your room then? The smell in here doesn't seem to be going away any time soon."
He agrees with a nod, so you both head to the next room, and you explain the situation to Changmin. He apologizes to Junho and asks if either of you need anything. When you both insist that you're fine, he retreats to his bed and puts his attention to his laptop. You and your husband get in the other bed together. He lays under the blankets and moves close to you for comfort. Not quite ready to sleep, you sit in the bed with his head in your lap as you scroll through your phone.
When your body finally relaxes, you put your phone on the bedside table and lay down. As you shift your body, you disturb Junho's sleeping form. He manages to find a new comfortable position with his head close to yours. In his sleep, his arm moves across your body, moving you closer to each other. You try to focus your mind on anything other than his closeness, and you eventually join him in sleep.
You wake up to movement and let out a groan as you stretch and open your eyes. Sitting on the bed, fully naked, is your husband. You quickly avert your eyes, making Changmin laugh at your shyness.
"Haven't seen your husband naked yet? Jeez, what will you do when your parents start bugging about having kids?"
You throw a pillow at him for even suggesting the idea, even though you understand that it will happen one day. Junho, however, decides to further provoke you by joining forces with your friend. He moves to you and hovers above you with a smirk.
"Should we make this fair? I haven't seen you naked either."
"I didn't look, so it's still fair right now." You speak quickly, hoping to escape the situation as soon as possible.
The boys just laugh at your reaction as Junho rolls off you and pulls on his underwear. When he tells you that it's safe to look, you finally begin to relax. You still avoid looking in his direction, but you're glad to know that he can still joke around despite the scene he witnessed the day before.
For the last day in your vacation, the three of you decide to roam around and have a good day despite the previous issues with the trip. At the end of the night, you head back to your room and begin to pack for the 3 AM flight back home. When Junho finishes packing, he heads over and asks whether you need any help. Since you're nearly finished, you thank him but decline his offer.
He sits down on the empty bed and looks at the wall before opening up, "Y/N, I'm sorry for how I treated you because of my girlfriend. I never expected her to be that person, but seeing her cheating on me made everything click into place. But, also, thank you so much for being so kind to me despite my terrible attitude. If you'll forgive me, I guarantee you that I'll be a lot less rude and a lot more open with you."
"Hey. Calm down with that heartfelt stuff. You're forgiven, Junho. I'd still like to have a working marriage with you for the sake of our families, so this is a good step forward." You place a hand on his shoulder and send him a smile as he turns to face you.
When he sends a warm smile back, you believe that good things will finally come after your persistent kindness and resilience with your husband.
2PM’s reaction to their S/O being a massive Jay Park fan
Request: OMG THE 2PM ONE IT'S SO HARD TO FIND 2PM IMAGINES! Can I request 2PM reacting to their s/o being a massive Jay Park fan and having a celeb crush on him?
A/N: Wow, it’s only been a decade since I’ve last posted. And double wow since this has only been in the drafts for about two decades.
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Minjun (Jun. K): He sees it as a challenge. He gets jealous, but not in an overwhelming sort of way. He just sees it as an opportunity to tease you.
“But could he touch you like this?”
Nickhun: He’d be super petty about it. Like he always finds a way to bring up the fact that you like Jay Park after you tell him about it.
“Why don’t you go ask Jay Park to do it?”
Taecyeon: He’s pretty indifferent about it. He doesn’t get jealous or anything; he understands that it’s completely normal for you to be a fan of other artists, and at the end of the day you’re still his number one fan.
“Um, okay then.”
Wooyoung: He begrudgingly accepts it. He doesn’t necessarily like it, but he also isn’t going to pester you about it either. At first, he’s a little jealous, but he gets over it.
“You know what? It’s whatever, you’re mine at the end of the day anyway.”
Junho: Honestly, he finds it adorable when you fangirl. He always sits back and watches you dance your butt off like it’s the most entertaining thing in the world.
“You’re too cute, jagiya.”
Chansung: He finds it hysterical, in a good way. Like he finds it super amusing when you fangirl and lose your cool.
Pairing: Jun K x fem reader (mention of Taecyeon and other members)
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
AU!: University, Werewolf
Summary: Neither of you and Jun knew each other. Heck, you weren't aware of each other's existence but what happens when a class project collaboration brings you to together? You liked each other's company and that's it? Nope, you were slowly forming a crush on him but couldn't confess due to a variety of reasons and him as always? Damn his poker face... But, I really mean but what happens when he sees his girl being a crying mess and being so hurt. Will he take a stand ? Most importantly, will he realise his feelings for you or his past won't let him? Will everything come to a standstill or there is a hope?
A/N: @biaswreckingfics said she wanted to fight.. so here we go.
The day was finally here. The day you had been waiting for, for so long. The day you've got to marry your soulmate, your best friend and the love of your life.
As you stood in front of the mirror, you smiled at yourself in your long, beautiful wedding dress, your hair done just right and your makeup was just as you dreamt about. Today had already been so perfect and you hadn't even married Junho yet. The two of you met 5 years ago when you literally ran into each other on the street. You both dropped the book you had been reading, and like fate, it happened you were reading the same book, near the same part. He asked you to coffee and you said yes, and well, the rest is history.
Junho asked you to marry him 3 years into the relationship, on your 3rd anniversary. You had no hesitations, no reservations about him. You knew in your heart that Junho was exactly who you were supposed to be with.
"Y/N." Your mother calls, peeking her head into the room. "You're.. stunning. You look absolutely beautiful, my dear." Your mom sniffles. "Junho is a lucky man."
You grin at your mom's words, sure he was lucky but you always felt like the lucky one with him. He treated you so well, he never made you question his loyalty, he never called you names or tried to tear you down. He always made sure you felt safe and secure with him. He made you a better person, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better.
"Thanks mom." You grin. You glance at the clock, 3 minutes until it is time for you to walk down the aisle. The butterflies in your stomach began to flutter, it was finally time.
Seconds later, Junho's best friend peaks his head in the door, his eyes searching the room. "What's going on?" You ask.
"Junho.. he said he needed to run out and get something, but he's not back yet.." he whispers.
"What?" You say, rushing towards the door. You walk down the hallway to the front door of the building you were getting married in. You pulled it open, seeing Junho across the street. He waves to you with the biggest smile on his face, as he holds up your favorite cheesecake in the other hand. He had known that you were a little sad that you didn't have cheesecake for your desserts, and now he made sure that this day was perfect for you. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as his laugh echoed towards you. He looks both ways before running across the street, running to you.
Anything can happen in a split second. You never know when something bad might happen until it does. Às Junho crosses the street, a car comes out of nowhere, speeding down the street. Junho stops, and looks at the car before looking at you with a terrified look on his face. "Run." You scream, but as he takes a step, the car slams into him, throwing him into the air. The car screeches to a stop, allowing Junho to land on the windshield before rolling off, laying on the concrete bleeding. You quickly run to him, tears streaming down your face.
"Someone call an ambulance!' You scream. You grab his head, placing it in your lap. He's bleeding a lot, having a hard time breathing. "Stay with me babe.. please. I need you to keep your eyes open." You beg, shaking him lightly to try and get him to open his eyes.
"Y/N, baby.." He coughs. "I love you.. forever." He sighs, slowly grabbing your hand. Your grip on his hand is tight as you plead with him to stay with you.
"I need you." You cry. "You can't leave me. Please don't leave me." You scream.
You can feel the grip from his hand loosen, and within seconds, he's gone.
The love of your life, your soulmate is dead, just like that. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, it's now known as the worst day of your life.
