(고르티스).ᐟ M.E x fem!reader
IN WHICH — Your boyfriend couldn't contain his excitement when he saw you in his pair of baggy jeans for the first time. He is down so bad.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Kisses, swearing.
1,2k —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Dressing up wasn't really your thing. On a usual day, you'd prefer putting on a random hoodie that's lying on the floor somewhere, some sweat pants, throw on a pair of white sneakers, and call it an outfit.
But today is not a usual day, you and your friends will be going to a music festival your university is hosting and has insisted that you dress 'hip-hop-y'. So here you are right now, checking yourself in the mirror.
You put on a little more makeup than you'd usually wear, style your hair, and wear a cropped red tank top that hugs your body, making your curves visible.
You look hot, especially after putting on some accessories to complete the look.
But just like any other girl, the more you look at yourself, the more you feel that something isn't quite right. You feel like you need to change something, and that's when you decide it's the black sweatpants that don't fit the aesthetics.
So you look around your room, as the speaker hums in the background playing 'Lover, you should've come over' by Jeff Buckley. Your boyfriend is sleeping soundly on your bed, snuggling with your giant teddy bear.
You chuckle at the sight— it's funny to see Martin, who's taller than a skyscraper in your mind, cuddling like a toddler with a giant teddy bear, who looks a lot smaller when he holds it.
Martin is different— he took fashion as a full-time job. His wardrobe is filled with a bunch of different items.
You? Your wardrobe is just filled with a lot of different colored hoodies and t-shirts, maybe some dresses here and there, but that's about it.
You carefully open your wardrobe to look for something to fit, but nothing seems to catch your eye.
I really need to buy new clothes...
You just realized how basic you are, and you don't have any other option than whatever things you have in your wardrobe.
You sigh, closing it carefully. You were hopeless, thinking maybe the sweatpants were not too bad. But it looks like heaven is on your side today, because you saw Martin's jorts lying peacefully on the couch as if it's calling your name, asking to be worn.
You beam when you see it, quickly grab it, and head back to the bathroom to put it on. And once you did, the outfit finally feels complete now.
It's slightly bigger, making it look a little baggy on you, hanging loosely on your hip. It's perfect.
You tiptoe back into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed beside your boyfriend's sleeping figure as you tap on his pinkish cheeks.
"Martin, I'll be going now, okay?"
You whisper into his ear, kissing his soft cheeks.
He lets out a little sound, letting you know that he's listening but still wants to sleep a little longer.
You ruffle his hair, then cover his body with a blanket. You make your way to the front door, your boots making soft thumps as you walk on the wooden floor.
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The festival was crowded— most of the people there looked like they had spent the whole night picking an outfit. You were very thankful for your friend who was literally begging you to dress up, or else, you'd get mistaken for the festival's staff if you wore your usual fit.
It was a fun festival, and most artists you knew came as guests. You and your group went food hunting, took a bunch of selfies with random people, and sang your hearts out.
Until evening greets the festival.
By the end of it, you were exhausted from all the dancing and singing, and your friends were too. You all said goodbye, then parted ways, heading to your own homes.
It was 8 AM by the time you arrived at your apartment, your hair wasn't as styled as before, and your makeup was slightly smudged from the heat.
You opened the front door and were immediately greeted by the smell of fresh pizza. You make your way to the living room, looking for your boyfriend, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a slice of pizza in his hand.
"You're hom—"
Martin couldn't finish his sentence when he saw what you were wearing, his jaw hanging as his mouth agape. He was flabbergasted at the sight.
"Hey tin-ie."
You casually said, as if you didn't just send his soul above to heaven.
It took a second before you noticed him perceiving you. He was eyeing you up and down thoroughly, especially the jorts hanging loosely on your hips, revealing the soft skin of your waist.
You looked back at him dumbfounded.
"...What?"
"Is that my jorts?"
He questioned while still gawking at you, as if the sight in front of him would fade away if he took his eyes off it.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't know what to wear, then I saw yours just lying on the couch. So I wore it." You said matter-of-factly.
You make your way to him, but just as you were about to sit, Martin held your waist, keeping you standing in front of his sitting figure.
"No, No. Stay like this."
He examined you, the way his jorts somehow looked more ravishing when you wore them, the way your tank top hugged your upper body, making you look more stunning.
Then he looked down your hips again.
Other dudes probably gawked at her... The whole day... without me...
He disliked the idea of other men looking at what's his. He'd imagined you got flirted with way too much with this fit, when in fact nobody even dared to come up to you.
"How many guys came up to you today?" He shamelessly asked that question.
You laughed at that question because nobody came up to you, you were too busy having fun with your friends, maybe a couple of photos with other groups of friends, but nothing else besides that.
"Nobody?" You giggled.
"What... But look at you, damn..."
The only one who's gawking right now is him— he probably gawks more than the other dudes at the festival.
You could only giggle at him. He pulled you closer by your waist, hugging your hips as you ruffled his hair.
You can't help it, he's so cute when he's jealous. He's more physical with you when it happens, and you love nothing more than that.
"C'mere"
He pulled you to sit on his lap, then kissed your whole face once you did, earning ticklish giggles from you.
"You really like this fit that much?"
You cupped his jaw, kissing the corner of his lips, resulting in him holding you tighter in place.
"Is it that obvious?" He teased.
You chuckled as he leaned in, kissing your forehead, then your eyelids, then the curve of your nose, both of your cheeks, your jaws, before finally leaning in to kiss your lips.
He gave your lips a bunch of pecks before kissing you properly.
His soft lips danced with yours in a slow, intimate pace. His hands are still holding your waist, making slow circles on the soft surface of your skin. Your arms embraced his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss before pulling apart, your noses touching.
"Please wear my clothes every day." He whispered.
Since then, he insisted on dressing you up, even when there's no occasion whatsoever. He loves how your scent slowly invaded his clothes, how small and cute you looked in his T-shirt.
(코르티스) .ᐟ 6th member!reader
IN WHICH — "Martin teaching you the new dance moves leads to you getting injured and Martin crying in your arms."
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. dislocated shoulder, hospitals, cursing, kissing, and Martin being such a cutie patootie.
2,3k —fluff, angst.
ᢉ𐭩 Being the only girl in Cortis isn't easy at all.
Surrounded by basically giants every day was not one of your plans back then. Don't get the wrong idea, you've actually had the most fun of your life with them and only them, that's one of the pros of being with these long-limbed goofballs.
The cons? Their strength is really hard to match. Of course, they're basically built with muscles and loads of unlimited energy, especially with the younger ones. But they also came with creativity in their package, they never ran out of ideas for songs and beats, or in today's case, choreography.
You were crying your lungs out while clutching your shoulder as if it's going to escape and never come back if you don't, you couldn't even breathe properly, and your face got so red from suffocation.
You could hear your shoulder crack each time you moved for even an inch, the pain is so unbearable that you almost lose consciousness if Martin isn't holding you, guiding you to breathe.
Your eyes are clutched shut, but you can hear the panic of the others just by their feet thumping on the wooden floor, probably looking for the manager, or just anyone that can help.
"Shit- That's a dislocated shoulder Y/n... Hang on okay?"
Martin inspected your source of pain, and yes, you got a pretty bad injury. He tried to calm you down, even though it's clear in his voice that he's panicking himself.
How did this happen?
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It was just a casual practice for Cortis, they were supposedly evaluating their choreography for 'TNT'.
Supposedly.
Instead of evaluating the finished choreography, they were testing other moves for the chorus part, telling the other choreographer that it was too "easy" for them.
For them, duh.
Martin and James were directly in front of the mirrors, moving their bodies like machines against each other, as if they were in a dance competition or something.
"We should do this for the chorus." Martin said
He demonstrated the move, and it was the most difficult thing you've ever seen. You haven't even tried it yet, but you knew it was going to be hell learning it, based on how his sleeveless shirt shows his muscles flexed and how he threw his limbs everywhere.
You're not actually that bad at dancing, you knew the basics and how to control your body, but Cortis's dance is a different genre. They would literally move all of their body parts at the same time with so much power, sometimes you'd need extra practice by yourself to correct and memorize the moves.
That's why you're the vocalist of the group. Your voice could send anyone to heaven when they hear the ballad songs you sing. The members would go to you if they need vocal coaching and ad-libs.
"Oooh, not bad. Let's try that with the music." James approved, clapping his hands after Martin showed him the moves.
You could only let out a tired sigh. Martin looked at your already slumped figure, legs sprawled on the floor as you rested your back on the wall, then he grinned, a proud, sly grin. Sometimes you wonder if he does these things just to annoy you.
Juhoon played the music as James and Martin moved in sync.
You watched them, watched Martin. You've always had eyes for that stupidly handsome blonde giant, everything he does literally sends electricity through you, and every touch sends a shiver down your spine.
You'd wonder if he knew what he was doing to you, you swear it felt intentional, like he wanted to gauge reactions out of you. Examples, when he dances, he would glance at you who was watching, or when you're singing, he would look deeply into your eyes with a soft smile etched on his face.
He's such an attention seeker with you, and you love it.
The chorus came to an end as the two of them stopped moving, chest heaving from the intense choreography they had just done. The others clapped while cheering them on. They looked so cool while doing it, and it determined you to try to learn it.
"That was sick, teach me."
You were not asking, you were demanding.
You don't know why, but you got this urge to impress Martin all of a sudden.
"Okay, so first your arms go like this, then lift your left foot up at the same time, like this."
Martin explained every step carefully, making sure you got it right. Sometimes he would guide your arms or feet to the right position.
After about 15 minutes, you finally got it. You wanted to try it with the music with James and Martin, and they agreed, of course.
You were confident that you could do it perfectly, but you forgot that the song was fast, and Martin had been teaching it in slow motion. You failed the first attempt, then second.
They said the Third time is a charm, so you didn't give up and try again with them. This time, you got the first half perfectly, moving in sync with them, you literally looked like the center with the two boys on your sides.
Then the jumping starts, you've always hated that part.
It was a high jump, and being the shortest one means you have to jump higher to match them. But you didn't land perfectly on the floor, your right foot twisted when you landed, making you wobble and fall on your side, colliding your right shoulder straight with the hard floor.
It was the thump sound first, followed by the crack sound, then a sudden, unbearable pain from your shoulder.
"AH-"
You cried, clutching your shoulder, feeling how the bone was wrongly placed as you curled your body on the floor. The music kept going for a second before Juhoon literally screamed your name, then Martin kneeled in front of you, his hands hovering over your body, afraid that if he touched you he would hurt you more.
You were whimpering on the floor, everyone surrounded you, asking if you were okay. Well, clearly you were NOT okay. That fall was hurt by itself, and you're sure your right foot is sprained too, but the pain in your shoulder was too powerful to even feel the pain in your foot. And they didn't help at all by asking if you're okay.
Martin immediately went to leader mode. He told everyone to look for the staff, call the ambulance, or search for any available doctor, nurse, or someone who knew how to deal with this kind of thing in the building.
The other immediately scattered. You tried to move a little, only to be stopped by the stinging pain. Martin held you, keeping you from moving. He noticed the sweat trickling down your forehead, how your breathing is laboured, and your eyes clutched shut.
He wiped the sweat from your forehead, as he tried his best to guide you to breathe.
"Breathe, Y/n, Breathe. Follow my lead, Inhale... Exhale... Okay? You're going to be okay." He cupped your cheek, examining your shoulder.
"Shit- That's a dislocated shoulder Y/n... Hang on okay?"
He heard footsteps outside the studio, then the door opened, revealing the manager.
"What the hell happened?!" Your manager hurriedly kneeled down to you, looking at Martin, demanding an explanation.
Boy, they are going to be in trouble.
"We were practicing on some new moves and she- she fell and probably hit her shoulder directly on the floor." Martin whimpered, he was sweating himself, too worried for the girl he was holding in his arms.
Your manager lets out a tired sigh.
"Y/n hang on, okay, we called the ambulance, they're on their way." He assured.
Then the door burst open again, it was Seonghyeon and Juhoon with a portable oxygen tank. They immediately gave it to the manager so he could pair you up with it.
Thank Goodness, it helped you with your breathing. But the pain was still there, surging from your shoulder to your whole body. This was the first time you've experienced such pain, and you can't handle it. You felt your consciousness running away from you, even with additional oxygen.
Martin saw your eyes go hazy, your brows knitted together weakly as your body almost stopped shaking. He knew you were about to faint.
"Stay with me." He whispered into your ear.
You tried to keep your eyes open, looking at him to focus on the present.
Thankfully, the ambulance arrived. They immediately took you to the nearest hospital, and you were still fighting for your consciousness even when they reached the hospital. The members followed suit behind the nurses, taking you to the E.R. They were told to wait outside with their manager and some staff.
Martin couldn't stay still, he was pacing everywhere. He felt guilty, if only he hadn't changed the choreography, maybe you wouldn't be here. If only he hadn't tried so hard to impress you with such hard and powerful moves, maybe you wouldn't have been hurt.
He was blaming himself the whole time while waiting for you. The others knew he was feeling guilty and tried to comfort him.
"It's okay Martin, she's in great hands. I'm sure she will be alright." Juhoon patted his back softly, while the others gave him supportive smiles. They were concerned too. The look on their face made it obvious. They couldn't muster up any words at all since they got there.
Then they heard it. Your screams and cries.
Inside the E.R, the doctor was performing a closed reduction, shifting your bone back to its supposed position. Even though they had already given you the local anesthesia, you still felt the pain strike each time the doctor moved your arm.
Then one last adjustment, the most painful one, where you had to scream in pain and cry your eyes out.
And.. that's it, your shoulder is finally fixed.
They installed a shoulder immobilizer brace and told you that it needs to be worn for at least two to four weeks, and you have to keep coming to the hospital to get it checked up.
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They let you go home after that. On the way home, the boys keep asking you if your shoulder still hurts or not. You told them that you're fine now and they don't have to worry anymore.
"I just need to wear this for at least two weeks… that sucks." You complained, looking outside the car's window.
The others told you to rest in the dorm for that amount of time, even your manager suggested the same since your comeback is not too near.
Everyone is super caring toward you, asking how you're feeling and everything. But Martin has been silent since you got out of the E.R, he looks sad and disappointed. You know very well that he's putting the blame on him.
Once you all arrive back home, everyone is already too tired to do anything else, so they excuse themselves and go back to their shared rooms.
Except for Martin.
You're about to go to your room, but then you see him making his way to you in the hallway, stopping in his tracks when he notices you looking at him.
"Martin? Are you okay? You should get some rest." You coo as you step toward him.
The dark hallway makes it hard for you to see his face, and his face is lowered, as if he's afraid to face you.
And in fact, he is afraid that you're gonna see his tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes.
"I'm so sorry Y/n..." He whimpered.
His voice sounds so fragile, it broke your heart, hurting you more than the pain from your shoulder. You immediately hug him gently with your good arm, feeling his arms engulfing your smaller frame with such gentle movements, afraid he might hurt you if he moved erratically.
You could feel the top of your head getting wet from his tears, he's crying his heart out, clutching you in his embrace.
You lead him to your room so you could have a moment with him. You both sat on the edge of your bed. He lowered his head, facing his lap as his golden locks fell, covering his eyes.
Your left arm stretches out to cup his cheek, making him look at you.
He looks miserable, sad, and disappointed. He leans more into your hand, feeling the softness of your palm.
"It's not your fault, Tinie..." Your thumb caresses his cheek, wiping away the tears coming down his face.
"I was trying to impress you because you were watching me and everything... Then I got too excited when you said you wanna try and immediately teach you, I shouldn't... I should've known that it was dangerous and you could hurt yourself by doing it. I was so du-"
You stop him mid-sentence with a gentle kiss.
He was talking so much, talking badly about himself, and you didn't like that. You find it cute that he admitted he was doing it to impress you, which is funny because everything he does will always impress you.
The kiss stayed longer than you expected. He cupped your cheeks in his own hands, keeping you still. Then he deepens it, his hand found its way on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His lips are dancing slowly with yours in the darkness of your room.
"Stop saying sorry, and start giving me more affection." You whispered on his lips, feeling him smile against yours.
His other hand found your back, pulling your body to stick with his while still being careful not to touch your bad arm. Your fingers run through his locks as he rubs your back, giving you shivers down your spine.
Since that day, something shifted between the two of you. He became more affectionate, romantic, and gentle with you. No more trying to impress you with hard dance moves, more taking you to your checkups, more late-night cuddling, and more kisses along the way.
Housemate! (김주훈) Kim Juhoon x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH - You couldn't hide your desire to kiss your cute housemate's soft lips after you got home from a drunk hangout.
Wc: 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive.
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The world feels like it's walking.
You were trying so hard to keep your feet on the ground as you swayed left and right, the streetlamps were unusually attacking your eyes with their obnoxious brightness as you tried to keep them open.
It was supposed to be a usual hangout. Going out with James to meet some old friends, grab some coffee, chat here and there, catching up with each other's lives. But then one of your friends thinks it's a great idea to go to karaoke and be drunk.
The problem is, you have a very low tolerance for alcohol. Yet you didn't want to miss the fun and went for it, even though James had already whined and told you that it's going to be a pain in the ass bringing you home.
He was right. Here you are now, trying so hard to walk on your own refusing to be helped by him, proving his point.
"That's not the right way Y/n!"
You were walking way ahead of him, already turning the wrong way going into a dark alleyway. Now, we wouldn't want you to be killed by a random psychopath who's probably hiding in that dark alley right? James immediately ran to you, dragging your body to the right way as he held his phone with one hand, trying to order a Taxi to get you back home.
He sighs at your state right now. Your once curled hair had already turned into what looks like a bird nest, your lipstick is smudged from all the drinks you had, and your eyes are half lidded, trying to avoid all the lights on the street.
James calls Juhoon to make sure he gets you when James brings you home, at least you’ll get taken care of before you destroy the apartment.
"Yo dude, we're heading home right now. Please wait at the door for us... She's talking to the wall right now..." He sighs once again, running his hand through his brown locks, looking at your dumb ass.
You were having a full conversation with the wall, with hand gestures too as if it were answering all your questions. Well, the wall has a duck graffiti on it, so you were probably trying to 'talk' to the duck, asking it to go home with you.
When the Taxi finally arrived, James once again dragged your smaller frame into the car. And of course you didn't want to leave the 'duck' alone in the street.
"But that duck doesn't have a home... I have to bring it home!" Your words were slurred, already crying since the car left that duck.
"That duck couldn't even open its mouth Y/n. You know what, save the duck conversation for Juhoon." James is already tired of your antics, he's just trying to have a quiet drive bringing you home.
But you keep blabbering about shits he couldn't even comprehend anymore, he's having a pounding headache from the alcohol, and from you already.
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By the time you arrived at your apartment building, you were still blabbering about that duck, saying something about blaming James if you found the duck dead by the morning.
James didn't have enough energy to even say a word to you, all of his energy was used to drag you to your unit faster so he wouldn't deal with the drunk you anymore. And yes, you are super annoying when you're drunk, which is kinda rare. But still, the members would avoid you from touching any alcoholic drink due to how hard you are to deal with, and tonight, James failed to keep you away from it.
James sighs in content as he arrives in front of your unit, keeping you standing still with one of his hands as he presses the bell with the other.
Your head feels heavy, and your body feels so light. It's so unbalanced that your head is lolling from side to side.
Juhoon finally opens the door, finding you in a concerning state.
"God. Take her now please." James whined as he shoved you, who were still talking about that duck all over again.
Juhoon caught you before you could plant your face into the floor, keeping you steady in his embrace. He runs his hand through your messy locks, searching for your eyes who is unfocused.
"I got her. Thanks for bringing her home James."
James nods tiredly, waving Juhoon goodbye as he walks down the corridor heading back to his own apartment.
Juhoon closes the door with his foot, his hands steadying you. Your head is resting on his shoulder, while of course complaining about the duck back at that wall.
"It's going to die alone there... and I will be held accountable for it." You whined on his shoulder.
"No you're not Y/n. C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You lift your head to look at him, squinting your eyes as if trying to recognize something. He stared back at you trying to figure out what you're trying to do.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or what, but he looks so ethereal right now that you couldn't take your eyes off him, the lights hit him in every right spot, enhancing his features. You look deeply into his eyes, then slowly down to his plump lips.
Juhoon walked you to your room, helping you to get into bed. You were quiet the whole time, you didn't even make a sound nor talking about the duck anymore. But your eyes are always on him as he grabs your makeup remover from your vanity.
He sat next to you with cotton pads and micellar water in his hand, then his hand found your cheeks as he started to gently remove the smudged makeup on your face.
You are mesmerized, his face is inches from you, eyes focused on searching for any makeup left on your face as his hands gently work with your face.
Then once again, your eyes caught his lips.
"You... You have pretty lips Jju..." You slurred
Juhoon looks at you, stopping his every movement. The tips of his ears are faintly red, and he can feel his blood running up to his face. He didn't say anything as he continued to clean your face.
"Like, you know those K-drama people, they have this... super kissable lips. I think yours too." You blabbered, eyes locked on his lips.
Your pointer finger reaches up to his lips and pokes it, feeling how soft it is on your finger.
"It makes anyone want to kiss it, you know.." You continue.
Juhoon is beyond flustered, blinking his eyes as he looks at your eyes, realizing you had been staring at his lips the whole time.
The thought of you wanting to kiss him makes him giddy. He had always had feelings for you, even before you became his housemate, but he was too shy. You are a lively person, an explosion of emotions. He truly adores you for that, as he was the opposite. He is a reserved person, the one who calmly observes his surroundings.
He likes observing you, your cheerful demeanor makes him feel your happiness whenever you're with him. Your clumsiness is cute in his eyes, you couldn't hold your phone for ten seconds without dropping it. And seeing you drunk actually is one of his favorites, you are so unfiltered when you're drunk. Just like right now, you basically just confessed that you wanted to kiss him, and he can't help but desperately want to do the same to you.
"You want to kiss it?"
His voice hushed, he has stopped cleaning your face since you said that. He looks deeply into your drunken haze, trying to find the sincerity in your words.
You unconsciously nod, looking up into his eyes with desperation as you bite your lips, trying to hold back the urge to kiss him immediately without his approval.
Juhoon smiled softly. He puts aside the cotton pads to hold your face properly. His face got even closer to yours intentionally so that your noses almost touch. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips, making it even more unbearable to hold back.
"Then kiss it."
He said that like it's nothing as he caressed your cheeks with his thumb.
You were frozen in place, too shocked to do anything. And before you could comprehend it, he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It's such a soft kiss, melting you into him.
He pulls back too quickly. You want more, his lips already got you addicted to it.
"Do it again." You say, eyes looking straight at his, glancing at his lips once in a while begging for more.
Juhoon chuckled. His hands finds it way to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. His lips ghosting yours as his hands move underneath your shirt, caressing your skin.
He kisses you again. This time he moves his lips slowly, feeling every bit of your lips. Your hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. You didn't hold back, you were devouring him. He tastes like vanilla and mint, just like how you imagined he'd taste.
He pushed you into the mattress, lips never leaving yours as he positioned himself on top of you, deepening the kiss even more. His hand captures yours, locking both of them on top of your head.
The kiss was rough, like he's been desperately waiting for this moment. He explores your mouth like his life depends on it. He feels euphoria throughout his body, wanting you more and more each second.
The two of you are out of breath when you separate. His eyes look drunk even though he's not the one who's been drinking. His hand still locked yours in place as he deeply stared at your drunken haze. You look pretty with messy hair and wet lips under him, he just can't get enough of you.
You were whining when he pulled back, asking for more of his soft, plump lips.
But he knew you were still half drunk, he wanted to kiss you when you were completely sober, feeling each other's lips up while being fully aware of it.
"Okay, you better get some sleep now babe." He said, already pulling away from your body, tucking you inside the blanket.
"But we can sleep later..." you whined.
Juhoon only chuckled at your attempt to make him kiss you again. He places himself next to you, covering his own body with the blanket.
"You will get unlimited kisses from me tomorrow baby. Now you have to get some rest, or you'll whine about the headache tomorrow."
He says as he pulls you closer to him, cuddling you. You melt into his touch immediately, your eyes already feel heavy with his warm touch. You placed your head on the crook of his neck, feeling his body warmth and sweet scent.
Juhoon smiled contentedly as sleep consumed both of you.
(고르티스) .ᐟ Z.YF x fem!reader
IN WHICH — An argument resulting in you going out with some friends, being drunk and wasted. How will James deal with your behaviour?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. drinking, smoking, swearing and curse words, kissing.
1,7k —angst, fluff, slightly suggestive.
ᢉ𐭩 The smell of sweat mixed with every kind of cigarette and alcohol filled your nostrils. The sweet taste of beer lingered on your lips as you swallowed it, feeling the liquid flow down your parched throat.
It was your fourth bottle, or fifth? You don't know, you've stopped counting since the first bottle anyway.
Your friends were nowhere to be seen in the ocean of people dancing, they had gone to the dance floor with some random drunken dudes. And there you are, sitting on the barstool with a cigarette in between your fingers, refusing to go with your friends to the dance floor.
You were there to drink and only drink, trying to run away from reality, away from the unfinished argument back at home with James.
It was a stupid argument. At first, it was about him not having time for you anymore.
You were not mad at him at all, you just wanted to express how lonely you felt in the big apartment you shared with him, and how he went straight to bed as soon as he got home. You felt like he didn't even acknowledge you anymore.
It was that at first.
Then he just started to argue, telling you that he works for you too, and that you shouldn't complain about it.
"I have my own world beside you Y/n. It's not all about you." As he said. You could still hear the tiredness and how fed up he was in his voice.
He was right, he has his own world, a world where you couldn't always be in.
But still, the way he said it broke you into a million pieces.
You only laughed bitterly after he said that sentence, then left him in the darkness of your shared bedroom with his own thoughts as you slammed the front door, immediately calling your friends.
And here you are now, trying to escape.
But his words seem to be sticking in the back of your mind, even after you intoxicate yourself.
You chugged another glass of the bitterly sweet liquid down your throat, slamming the glass on the wooden counter when you bottomed it. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your friend. You were not going to be thinking about it right now, you should be having fun and forget about it, and hoping tomorrow will be back to normal again.
Sleep, wake up, look out the window with a glass of coffee while waiting for him to come home, and once he does, go back to sleep. Simple, yet so devastating for some reason.
You spot one of your friends in the center of the room, holding a full bottle in her hand as she sways uncoordinatedly to the music.
You stubbed out your cigarette on the ashtray, smoke flying in the air as you make your way to her.
"Did you buy another bottle?" You asked, voice hoarse from the smoke and body unbalanced because of how drunk you were, examining the bottle in her hand.
"No, this handsome guy bought it for me." She slurred, pointing at a man beside her who was equally as drunk as she was.
He drunkenly smiled at you, lifting his glass in the air, offering you a drink. You smiled back lazily at him, taking the bottle in your friend's hand and chugging half of it.
"Attagirl!" He cheered you on.
At this point, you could feel the alcohol taking a toll on you. Your body felt so light, and the music sounded amplified, making you sway unconsciously.
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You were out of the world.
Sitting on the ground with your back resting on the wall, your head lolling as strands of hair fell down your face. You were completely wasted.
One of your friends, who was fortunately not trashed, came up to you, kneeled down in front of you, her hands patting your body looking for your phone.
"Where did you put your phone?" She firmly said, hands still roaming on your body, only to find a pack of cigarettes in your pockets.
"On m'left..." You slurred, rummaged through your left pocket, and handed her your phone without any question.
You were too light-headed to even open your mouth.
She grabbed the back of your head, exposing your face to the cold breeze of the night.
"Keep your eyes open please." She sighed, trying to unlock your phone.
You opened your eyes widely, and finally, your phone unlocked. She swiped through your phone, looking for a specific contact, and once she found it, she placed it on her ear, waiting for a voice to talk.
"Gosh, James, it's one of Y/n's friends. Could you possibly pick her up? I'm going to send you the location." She murmured into the phone as she kept her eyes steady on you.
"Alright, thanks." With that, she ended the call.
15 minutes later, a car stopped in front of you, a very familiar one.
The door opened, revealing James in a black coat, hair messy, and looking so painfully handsome.
You looked up at him, your eyes hazy, but there was still some anger in them.
"She got wasted, and here's her phone."
Your friend handed him your phone, James took it without saying a single word. He made his way to you, his shadow hovering over your body.
"Stand up, we're going now." He sternly said, demanding you.
"Fuchk oaff..." You slurred and gave him the middle finger.
He caught your wrist and pulled you to stand up, earning a painful groan from you. He dragged you into the passenger seat, leaving your wasted friends confused and somewhat scared for you.
He closed your door and offered a thank you to your friends as he went to the driver's seat, slamming the door shut.
It was quiet on the drive back home. There's a heavy tension between the two of you.
James's grip on the steering wheel was strong, like he was trying so hard not to burst out.
You were looking out the window, eyes heavy, and your head spinning. But the tension was too thick, you were almost scared to even close your eyes.
"You've been smoking. Again." It was more of a statement than a question. He could smell the smoke on your clothes, and it bothered him. He thought he made it really clear that he hates it when you smoke.
You scoffed, still looking out the window.
"Oh, you care?" You were playing with fire here, mostly because of the alcohol.
James's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his teeth ground inside his mouth, trying to control his anger.
"I have my own world too, y'know.." You continued to slur.
He went awfully quiet throughout the drive home after you said that, and you weren't sure about how he felt. Was it anger? Guilt?
But after 15 minutes, the two of you reached your apartment building.
He was still quiet as he helped you to walk through what seemed like a never-ending hallway to your unit. You could feel his overly strong grip on your waist, an attempt to keep you standing straight, and probably an attempt to keep his chill.
Finally, you could see your apartment door not too far away. Once you get there, he quickly tapped on the screen, unlocking the door.
Turning on the living room lights, he dragged you to the couch, basically throwing you on it, and immediately caged you with his bigger frame.
You were shocked, preparing for something bad.
But he was just there, on top of you, looking into your eyes for a concerning second.
Then suddenly, his hand crept up your throat, slightly squeezing it but not enough to choke you.
He lowered his head, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, right on the corner of your lips as he whispered,
"I'm sorry..."
You didn't expect that, you thought he was going to tell you to behave, or just anything but this.
"I didn't mean it at all. I... I don't even know why those hurtful words came out of my mouth..." His muffled as he snuck into your neck.
"You are my world Y/n..." He cooed into your skin.
You were speechless, you could feel the tears trying to escape your hazy eyes. You reach out to cup his jaw, making him face you.
"James..." You whimpered under him, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you fought your tears from pouring out of your eyes.
"I'm sorry... I should've been understanding about your condition..." You said as the tears finally streamed down your cheek.
James kissed the tears, caressing the nape of your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your skin.
"Hey, shh... Don't cry. You were right baby. I barely have time for you anymore. I know that I have time for you... But instead, I neglected you... I'm so sorry." He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You couldn't control it anymore, tears flowing freely on your cheeks as he continuously wipes them.
It breaks his heart hearing your sobs, and it made him realize how much pain he caused you. He feels so much more than guilty, he would do anything for you to forgive him.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, he could still taste the bitterness from your smoke. It was a desperate kiss, rushed and messy, letting out his feelings through the kiss.
Your hand found its way to the back of his head, desperately pulling on his hair. He groans into the kiss.
He lifts you swiftly without breaking the kiss as he makes his way to the bedroom, placing you onto the bed as he places himself on top, caging you.
He kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking on the soft skin of it, earning a satisfied moan from you. His hands gripped yours on the mattress, locking you in place.
The cold breeze didn't bother either of you at all. All you could focus on was how soft his lips were, how his gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine, and how his hands were roaming throughout your whole body, feeling every part of you.
That night changed both of you.
You became more understanding, and he became more affectionate, so affectionate that you'll always have some purple marks on your neck every morning.
Kim Ryul x 5th Fem Member!Reader
"You and Ryul were inseparable. Late nights together talking shits about the show you're watching, those drunk nights where he would take care of you, or the extra time you'd spent together after practice. But one misunderstanding and an argument ruined it all." ✧Inspired by "Never Let Go - LGNSHOT"✧
Wc: 3.2k
Warnings: Angst (with happy ending), Arguments, Curse words, Kinda suggestive at the end.
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You didn't know what went wrong.
Ryul is more distant toward you, his eyes don't meet yours whenever you talk, and he seems to be avoiding you if you're in the same room with him.
No more spending time together from 2 am til morning, no more going to the cafe near the studio after practice. It feels like he's going farther away from you intentionally.
It was another usual evening at the dorm, everyone had just come back from the studio. You immediately went to the kitchen looking for anything to drink in the fridge. It was an intense practice, and your throat felt like it was about to collapse if you didn't hydrate it right away.
Everyone pretty much just went to their own rooms, probably going straight to sleep. Usually, you'd come home late after practice with Ryul, bringing home coffee or any drink from a cafe near the studio for the others. But these days, you've been coming home on time.
You took a can of soda from the fridge and went to sit at the countertops with your feet dangling. You were lost in your own thoughts, trying to reminisce and find out why Ryul was acting like this with you, but you couldn't remember any bad interactions with him. Being with him was always pleasant, comforting even.
"You okay there?"
You looked up to see Woojin making his way to the fridge to get himself a drink. The light from the fridge made you realize that you were sitting in the dark the whole time. Woojin turned on the lights and stood beside you, drinking his own can of soda.
"Why are you in the dark alone? That's creepy." He teases.
"I like the dark...?" You hesitantly answered.
You don't want anyone to know that you have your mind on Ryul and how bothered you are with it these past days.
Woojin chuckled beside you, probably thinking you sounded stupid with that sentence.
"What's up with you and Ryul? You know I've been waiting for a coffee from you guys."
You were surprised that he noticed, well, maybe it was easy to spot because you're usually glued to Ryul. It wasn't surprising at all.
"Huh, what? Of course we're okay. We were just... too tired from practice and didn't have time to grab some coffee on the way home." You explained, trying to assure him that everything is fine between you and Ryul.
"Yeah, right. Don't bullshit me Y/n, you think we didn't notice the way you two suffocate each time you're in the same room? Or the silence between ya'll? It was pretty obvious." Woojin countered.
Well, maybe you could ask him to help you. You were confused as to why Ryul is acting this way, and it's pretty agonizing on your side to ignore each other.
"Yeaaah... Here's the thing Woo, I don't know what's up with him. He has been avoiding me these past, like, what? a week? And I couldn't remember if I did anything wrong..."
You were actually feeling bad because you thought maybe you did something that upsets Ryul, but you didn't memorize it.
Woojin squints his eyes at you, probably trying to figure out Ryul too.
"Hmmm... What's the date today?" Woojin suddenly asked, taking you off guard with that question.
You sniffled a laugh while looking at the date on your phone.
"It's May 16th." You showed your screen at Woojin.
He nods his head knowingly. You thought he figured something out, a way to help you, or what's wrong with Ryul, maybe? But why does he need to know about the date?
"He's on his period." Woojin said that flatly, it took you a second to register what he had just said before laughing, hitting his shoulder playfully.
That's when both of you hear the cracking sound of a door opening. It was Ryul, he didn't even acknowledge the both of you and went straight to the bathroom without a single glance.
Your laughter silenced, and so is Woojin's. He glances at you, you are still looking in the direction where Ryul was, your face flat, even after the laugh. Woojin immediately catches what's going on.
"Ooh, that's sharp..." Woojin grimaces. He put his hand on your shoulder, then looks at you in the eyes. "I think you should talk to him first, even when he doesn't want to. Take some time together, the two of you." He suggested.
You were contemplating it, you were scared even. What if Ryul doesn't want to talk to you? What if it turns into a fight?
But for now, you can only nod at Woojin's suggestion. He gives you a reassuring nod and a tight smile.
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It was another day of filming for LNGSHOT. Today, all of you are going to do some challenges for a Youtube video.
At one point, the producer asks them to split into two teams. Usually, you'll pick Ryul as one of your team members, but you were so scared that he would deny it. You're not risking it and getting yourself embarrassed in front of the camera, so you went straight to Louis.
The filming process went as usual, laughing everywhere, Woojin's cheating, and Louis being the groups baby.
But one thing is 4sho, Ryul is not being chaotic as usual, he's just kinda... there. He would crack a joke here and there, but that's about it. At this point, the staff members probably notices the huge transparent gap between you and Ryul.
"Okay we will do the 'how well do you know each others' challenge." The producer announced. "Y/n and Ryul is up first."
Your heart stopped beating for a second too long, you can already feel the awkwardness creeping up your spine. But you make your way in front of the camera anyway, without looking at Ryul of course.
You could hear his boots thumping closer, you finally turn your head toward him, still avoiding eye contact. You were looking everywhere but his eyes. His shoulder, the button on his shirt, or the blonde tips of his hair. Ryul, on the other side, looked you in the eyes without a single flinch.
The challenge began, you two answered each question the PD threw at you, and all of them were correct answers. Of course, since you two are the grand duo of LNGSHOT, you would know each other's habits or favorite foods obviously.
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You all went straight home after the filming. You were not letting Ryul avoid you anymore. You had planned to talk to him no matter what, you'll follow him anywhere he goes if you need to, and that's exactly what you're doing right now.
You want to talk to him, but you couldn't build up the courage to say a word. So here you are now standing behind the couch in the living room while Ryul sits there watching a random drama.
"Stop being a creep Y/n."
Finally, a single sentence from Ryul to you after some days. He probably wants you to leave him alone based on that sentence, but you're not giving up.
You make your way to stand in front of him, blocking his view from the TV.
"I need to talk to you." You sternly said.
He looks up at you, looking unbothered as ever, sipping his drink that he has been holding.
"Did I do something that upsets you?" You asked almost pleadingly.
Ryul looked at you, not saying a single word for a concerning second.
"What are you talking about?" He questions you back.
You were confused. He says that as if he didn't ignore her the whole week.
"Hey, now. Don't act like you didn't actually treat me as if I'm nonexistent these past few days." You snapped. You were annoyed. You didn't get it. What does he want? You look at him with literal fury in your eyes.
Ryul stared at you for a second too long after you said that. There was a hint of anger in his eyes as he tried to hold back. "You really want to know?" He quietly say.
"I'm sick of you Y/n. I'm sick of you clinging to me 24/7. You're annoying, loud. I can't stand being with you anymore."
That was the harshest thing you've ever told your whole life about yourself. You were… speechless, your mouth opening and closing, but nothing is coming out of it.
You couldn't believe what he just said to you, your heart is broken into a thousand pieces, and you could feel it continuously breaking apart as your eyes let out a single tear, hardly noticed due to the dim light.
Ryul was also speechless, not moving a single inch at all. He tried to process it, the things he said about you. He regrets it. It feels like a blur, he couldn’t control his mouth. Why did he say that you?
He was about to say something, but you were already running away to your room, slamming the door and locking it behind you.
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Ryul never meant to say all of that shit. The truth is, he is silently suffering too.
You and he are undeniably close, the other members know that, the staff knows that. Heck, even the fans labeled you two as the grand duo of the group.
The thing is, Ryul likes you, he has this growing feeling towards you. He was in denial at first, he's also super confused about why he has this feeling for you, and he is scared that he will ruin the friendship between the two of you just because he has feelings for you. That would be dumb.
But you know what's dumber? He ruined his friendship by saying stupid shit and hurting your feelings.
He was too scared. What if you notice? What if you don't like him that way? That's why he decided that it's probably best to keep some distance from you.
Until he heard you laughing your heart out with Woojin in the kitchen after practice.
He doesn't know why, but Woojin making you laugh made him feel this rage, some sort of jealousy.
He pressed his ears against the door, listening quietly as you laugh with Woojin in the kitchen. His heart was thumping hard in his chest, trying to break free. He hated how it felt, he hated that your laughs weren't because of his jokes, he hated how you sounded so happy and carefree with Woojin and not him.
He then opened his door, announcing his presence to you and Woojin. The laughs immediately died down, which hurts him even more. Thinking that you probably hated seeing him.
He went to the bathroom, he didn't know why he went there, and he didn't even need to use the bathroom. It was just the closest room he could hide in. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, gripping the sink tightly, trying to control his emotions. He could see anger in his eyes, jealousy, and sadness.
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It was another day for you all. Today you will be working on a new song, making the lyrics and all those things.
Ryul was sitting on the couch they have at the studio, trying to figure out the lyrics for his rap line. But he couldn't focus, his mind just kept getting back at you, at how your face distorted from anger to sadness in just seconds. And you make it even harder by just existing in the same room as him.
Ohyul notices how bothered he is. The members knew about your fight in the living room, well... it's your own faults for arguing too loudly while the others were trying to sleep.
"Did you mean what you said?" Ohyul flopped himself on the couch, startling Ryul with his question.
"I said what exactly?" Ryul tried to act dumb in front of Ohyul, hoping he wouldn't bring up the argument.
"Oh, please. When you said she's annoying and loud, and... all of that talk about you being sick of her." Ohyul whispered with a deadpan.
Ryul looks at him, his face is flat, Ohyul couldn't figure out if he was mad, sad, or annoyed. But Ryul just sighs and goes back to scribbling lyrics on the paper.
"Dude. You can't be like this forever with her, you have to do something. We're literally a group Ryul. We solve our problem, don't just wait until it dies down. Besides, I know you don't feel that way about her, I know you love her man. Just... you know, don't give up with your own feelings." Ohyul said, slapping Ryul's shoulder as he got up, then leaving Ryul with his own mind.
Ohyul was right, he shouldn't just run away from his problem, and besides that, he couldn't keep being like this with you. It breaks him in ways he never imagined before.
Later that night, when everyone is asleep, Ryul is sitting on his desk with a pen clutched in between his fingers. He kept thinking about you, about those things he said to you, and how sorry he feels. And apparently, it gives him ideas for his line in the new song, he was too scared to directly apologize to you. Coward.
So he will be rapping the apology to you.
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It's finally the day to record the new song, ‘Never Let Go’.
Everyone has gathered in the studio, evaluating their own lyrics and warming up their vocal cords.
You were standing, pacing back and forth trying to memorize your line. But you were distracted, Ryul has been staring at you, sometimes making some awkward eye contact.
You were still mad at him, the things he said just couldn't be erased from your mind. The way he looked so unbothered while saying all that made you positive that he truly hates you.
So you have been avoiding him too. That's what he wants, isn't it? But why does he keep invading your space today?
It's finally time to record your own lines. You and the other finished yours, then it's time for Ryul to record his.
You watch him as he makes his way inside the recording room, his eyes glued to the paper he has been clutching. He looks nervous for some reason, and you don't know why, he wasn't usually like this. Is it because of you watching? Is it that awkward if you watch him or something?
He clears his throat, getting ready to sing his part, waiting for the music to start.
"Let's start." He told the producer.
The music starts, his head bobbing to the beat of the music, his eyes closed, fully invested in focusing.
"Yeah, I wanna get a chance,"
He starts singing. You can't help it, but you were watching him intensely. You miss his voice, when he talks to you, when he makes jokes about your hair in the morning, his laughter, everything.
"넌 내게 항상 priceless." (You're always priceless to me)
He looks at you, meeting your eyes with such passion as he sings deeply from his heart.
"값을 매길 수가 없지, don't get away, 영원하길 바라, 나 timeless " (There's no way to put a price on you, don't get away, I hope this lasts forever, I'm timeless)
Those lyrics make you realize that he is talking to you. Through the melody, the way his eyes lock on you, like you could disappear if he blinks, the way he sways with the melody.
"Never let go, never let go, I never. 멈출 수 없어, 나는 근데 이미 알아 답을" (Never let go, never let go, I never. I can't stop, but I already know the answer)
He stretches his arm in your direction, as if trying to reach you and hold you tightly in his arms, never letting go.
"Take me by my hand, baby, stay right by my side. I know you hate me, but I always try."
He ended his rap with desperation in his voice.
You were mesmerized, you didn't even realize that you had been locking eyes this whole time. And it feels unreal for once.
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That night after the recording, Ryul immediately walks up to you asking for your time.
Ohyul immediately realizes what's going on, he wants to give you two some time together to talk it all out, so he takes Louis and Woojin out for a shopping spree at the night market.
You agreed to talk to Ryul. You two were in the kitchen, Ryul had quietly made you a cup of hot chocolate and give it to you as you sat on the countertop. He stood in front of you, holding his own cup of hot chocolate.
He seems hesitant, but he tries his hardest to keep his eyes on you, building up the courage to say a single word.
"So?" You flatly say.
He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. But his voice just wouldn't come out. But his head is full of words, apologies, explanations, and confessions. His heart is thumping so hard that it physically hurts.
He puts his cup down on the counter beside you. Then slowly... he moved closer to you, standing in between your legs as he embraces you into a hug. You were surprised, you did not see this coming.
Ryul snuggled into the crook of your neck, your smell physically calms him down like magic. You could feel his warm breath blowing slowly on the side of your neck.
"I'm sorry..." He breathed out. "I didn't mean all of it... I was stupid Y/n. I'm sorry. I was so scared of you not liking me back, so I pushed you away... I was jealous. I don't know why I'm jealous, but hearing you laugh with someone other than me? It kills me." He explains.
His voice is so quiet, like he's scared to startle you if he talks too loud. His hold on you feels tight, clutching you like it hurts to let go.
"I... I love you. I know it's stupid, but I can't help it. When you're around, everything seems to have brighter colors, your voice somehow soothes me down, and your touch is just... irresistible." He rambled.
You put your cup aside, then embrace him in a tighter hug.
"Idiot."
You said that as if it's nothing. You could feel him clutching on to your shirt as he snuck his face deeper into your neck, rambling I'm sorries.
You reach for his cheeks, making him look at you. You stare at him for a second before slowly leaning in, closing the gap between the two of you.
It was a soft kiss at first, you two were just feeling each other. Then he started moving his lips, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he held the back of your neck.
Seconds later, it's becoming a more sloppy kiss. You reach for his hair, grabbing a handful of it, feeling the moment. He pushed you until your back hits the wall, deepening the kiss. His hands found their way inside your shirt, exploring the warm skin on your back before slowly pulling away.
The two of you were out of breath, looking deeply into each other's eyes. You hold his face in your hands as you softly smile at his cute face and messy hair.
"You're an idiot if you don't realize that I love you too." You confessed. He smiles widely, then rushly kissing you again.
Let's just say that the members went home with a disgusted face after finding you two kissing in the kitchen.
Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader
Summary: "Trapped in a forced arranged marriage to your dangerous, blackmailing cousin Seojun, you strike an alliance with his bitter rivals, the Hala Clan, led by the captivating captain Hongjoong. Instead of becoming their hostage, you agree to act as their inside spy to take Seojun down."
Wc: 6,8k
Warnings: Violance, Smoking, Weapon usage, blood.
"You don't get to tell me what to do."
You blatantly said, glaring at the man seated beside you, driving. The fluorescent lights of the city emphasize the wrath you have in your eyes. That man gripped the steering wheel like it personally offended him, trying to maintain his fury against you. He changed his focus from the road ahead of him to you, imitating the same wrath in your eyes.
"You will listen to me. I have the authority to. And you do know what happens when you don't listen to my words."
Kang Seojun, the man sitting in the driver's seat, who is also your soon-to-be husband, stated. You scowl at his words, you know what he means by it.
Your father is one of the deadliest mortals living in the city right now. Your relationship with him actually feels like a boss and his right hand, you work for him, you obey his commands, and you train hard so you can fulfill his expectations, and that relationship is the reason behind your marriage with Seojun. You can't disobey him, or he will punish you, just like how he punished the others who work for him.
Your father has this obsession with keeping the family's bloodline pure, so he forced you to marry your own cousin, Seojun, a cocky and controlling bastard. You knew life with him meant being his slave for eternity. You made it clear that you did not like him at the first meeting.
Seojun is way ahead of himself after being told that he will marry you. He knew he would have authority over your father's businesses, but he also knew damn well that you despise him, so he made ways to keep you running away from him, he threatened you, taking your love for your mother as an advantage. If you run, he will do unimaginable things to your beloved mother, and sadly, your father seems careless about it.
"You know life with me wouldn't be paradise, and I'll make sure of it." You scowled.
You won't let him lay a finger on your mother, but you also won't let him step all over you.
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In a dark room full of men in expensive suits, sharp and undeniably charming faces, a projector is showing information about their next prey, someone who will make them wealthier, heck, maybe rank their gang up.
"Ahn Y/N, our treasure."
Standing in front of the humongous table is Kim Hongjoong, captain of the Hala Clan, stating their next mission. He has been told that Seojun will be marrying you, the precious daughter of the Ahn Clan. Hala and Seojun have a bad history.
A few years ago, Hongjoong and Seojun were actually allies. Their clans worked together on a major operation that could have made both organizations extremely powerful. Hongjoong trusted Seojun completely and even considered him a friend.
During the operation, however, Seojun secretly sold information to a rival organization. When everything went wrong, Hongjoong's men were ambushed.
The worst part? Hongjoong's older brother was killed because of the information leak.
Seojun escaped unharmed because he was the one who orchestrated it. Everyone believed the rival organization was responsible, but Hongjoong eventually discovered the truth.
Since then, revenge has become personal.
His plan is simple. Track Y/N's routine, kidnap her at the right designated time, hold her hostage for some countable days, just enough time to make Seojun realize her disappearance, make some calls and threats, lure Seojun into his trap, get his revenge, and maybe steal from him. Easy work, or so he thought.
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The day of your marriage is near, you could count the days. Each day passes, and you've been stressed, locking yourself in your room, trying to figure out how to get out of this shitty condition of yours.
You don't live with your family, you have a penthouse on the outskirts of Seoul, living by yourself. Being in the same ground with your father made you feel like trash, sure, you obey him and all, but that doesn't mean you like him.
You just finished your shower, and your white robe tightly wraps your body as you make your way to the balcony. Cigarette in between your lips as smoke flies away with the wind of the night. You were deep in your own thoughts, completely dissociating from the world. You think about your mother, about the things Seojun will do to her. Just thinking about it made your blood boil, you truly despise that man.
The door leading to your bedroom is widely open behind you, the white dress they have prepared for you can be seen from your peripheral view, and you're sick of it. Sometimes you just want to burn it and throw the ashes at Seojun, or throw it from the balcony and have someone pick it up or something, so you wouldn’t have to be reminded of the marriage every time you see it.
You were about to take another cigarette from the pack until you heard something from outside your room. It's not something loud, it's something that an untrained ear would miss. Your instinct immediately kicked in telling you that there is someone in the house, you carefully went back to the bathroom to wear something, then swiftly grabbing a gun and a knife underneath the sink, you strapped the knife to you thighs and covered it with your clothes.
You make your way silently to the door, your ear pressed to the wood to listen for something, anything.
You open the door after hearing nothing, carefully twisting the knob, revealing the dark hallway leading to the center of the penthouse. The only source of light is from the moon, illuminating the hallway, making it unnecessarily creepy. You're moving like a feather, no sound can be heard each time you step on the ceramic floor. As you reached the living room, you were once again greeted by the dark.
"Fuck why did I leave every light off?" You curse under your breath.
You had left your phone somewhere in the bedroom, and you're not risking your life by turning on the lights. So when you feel like there's no one in the living room, you silently make your way back to the bedroom with your gun steady in your hand, pointing to every corner in the house. Once you get there, you close the door and lock it. You immediately went to search for your phone somewhere in the mess of your bed.
"shit, where is it?!" You curse as you silently and carefully dive into the mess, looking for your phone.
You were fully invested in looking for your phone to realize that the door to the balcony was widely open, the wind blowing from outside made you shiver, making you hyper aware of the balcony. And that's when you heard it, something, or rather someone, landed on the balcony. It was too dark to see, only a silhouette could be seen standing under the moonlight, his clothes swaying from the winds blowing. You immediately pointed your gun at the silhouette of someone standing tall on the balcony. The moon behind him made him look eerie.
That silhouette make his way slowly to you.
"Don't move," you command. But he doesn’t listen and keeps moving carefully towards you.
You don’t want to shoot anyone, so you quickly make your way out of the bedroom. Your instinct told you that he is not alone, someone else is in the house.
You went to another room that is connected to another balcony. Your initial plan is to jump and land on top of a roof or something, then make your escape. But once you open the door leading to the balcony, no roofs are in sight, you immediately go back inside and go to another room.
You open the door quietly, once again meeting with the dark, praying nobody is in this room. You enter the room carefully, listening for any movements of breathing, until something cold touches your temple. You know very well what it is, you didn’t dare to make a move.
"Don’t move. Put your gun down." A heavy voice said.
You did what he told you to, you carefully put your gun down on the floor, and put your hands up. That man grabbed the back of your clothes and led you forcefully to the living room, where three other men were waiting. This time you could see them clearly, they were wearing black suits and shining silver watches, looks expensive.
They eyed you up and down, like some wolves eyeing their prey.
"What do you want from me?" You asked, eyes glaring at them, trying not to show any weakness. They didn’t answer you, they only keep glaring at you as if you’re going to jump at them out of nowhere.
One of the men comes up to you with a rope in his hand to tie your hands. But they didn’t know a knife was still strapped securely on your thighs, hidden by your oversized tee.
Just before he could tie your hand, you grabbed the gun pointed at you and kicked the man in front of you, immediately catching him off guard and fell down. With super speed, you pinned his hands with your feet, making a cringe crunch sound. You then grabbed the man beside you and pointed your knife dangerously close to his throat as your other hand pointed the gun at the other two.
"Answer me, what do you want from me?!" You repeated. As you press your knife to the man’s throat, resulting in some blood drips down from his neck to your hand.
You could see the panic on the other two faces, trying to figure out what to do, and it seems like they didn’t expect you to fight back, they were super wrong.
"Fuck. Okay, calm down." One of them said, trying to make up some words, or ways to tackle you down, probably.
You eyed them one by one, trying to figure out who they are, and who they work for. You scanned their suits, carefully searching for something, a clue perhaps, to whoever they are. Until something small and shiny caught your attention, a pin on their collar, with an ‘A’ logo, that's when you realize they are the Hala.
"Hala… I see what you’re trying to do."
You knew the history between Seojun and Hala, and you figured that they are here to kidnap you and lure Seojun to give him their revenge. And for once you thought maybe being kidnapped is actually not bad, considering Seojun will have a hard time.
But your thought immediately drifted to your mother, if you played along and let them kidnap you, you couldn’t imagine the things Seojun would do to her.
You were deep in thought while still keeping your eyes on them, but you didn’t realize that the man you’re pinning with your feet right now is making a move, biting your calf. You jolted at the sudden pain and lost balance, which made the man you’re holding take advantage of it and turn the tables. You are now the one with a knife to your throat. You gripped his arms tightly, trying to break free, but he was too strong. The other men also regained their composure. The gun you dropped is now theirs again. You have to figure out something smart and quick, that's when a plan comes up in your mind.
"Okay, listen, I know your plan is to take revenge on Seojun. Look, I hate him too, even more than you guys do." You said steadily, eyes scanning for their reaction.
"What if we work together? I can help you guys get your revenge, or even better, kill him. I’ll even pay you guys as much as you want to get rid of that bastard." You try to persuade.
They look at one another, probably considering your offer.
"Well, we still have to take you to our captain, try to persuade him with your offer when we get there," the one holding you said. He dragged your body and make their way out to the car. At this point, you’re giving up on trying to break free already, due to their strong grip.
"Could you at least be less forceful or something? I’m literally coming with you guys of my own will." You protest.
"Shut up and get in already." He said as he shoved you inside the car.
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The drive to their base was long, of course, since you lived on the outskirts of town. You also had learned their names as they were yelling and blaming each other while you tried to have a peaceful drive. Mingi, the one who eerily walks to you from your balcony, and the one who is driving right now. San, the one you kicked and bit your calf. Wooyoung and Yeosang, who basically did nothing. Your hands are tied now since they don't trust you
After some time, the car stopped in front of a gigantic rusty gate. A security guard comes up to the driver's window to check the car, and once he sees Mingi, he immediately opens the gate to let the car through. After the gate is a humongous mansion looking deliberately haunted for some reason, but actually, you're not that surprised, the mansion totally screams Hala for sure. Once Mingi stopped the car right in front of the entrance, Wooyoung grabbed you and pulled you out of the car.
"Dude, you need to chill. I'm not going anywhere. Geez." You once again protest. The way they keep pushing and pulling you really piss you off, you're literally coming either way.
They all led you through the hallway, making turns until you spot a big wooden door, perhaps the captain's room, you thought. Once you get inside, you are greeted with four other people, and one of them has this vibe that screams leader; his hair is slicked back, shoulder broad, and his suit is spotless. The way he stands is just very intimidating, and the smile on his face seems smug.
He makes his way to you, striding graciously toward you. You're not going to lie, he is one of the best sights you've ever seen, and you couldn't help but stare at him.
"Ah, Miss Y/N?" He purred, his voice sounded like the sweetest honey that can kill you slowly.
You were too mesmerized to even form a word and reply to him. Your eyes are stripping him slowly, taking every detail of him into your memory.
He chuckled, sounding majestic for some reason, it hypnotized you further away from reality. As he comes even closer to you, you can feel your heart beating hard under your skin, trying to escape your body and jump right into his hands.
"I have been informed that you have a great deal to give me. Could you emphasize?" He asked, as he stopped right in front of you, eyes searching yours, eager for an answer.
The proximity made you realize the situation you're in right now. You immediately regained your composure and cleared your throat, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the right word.
"I know your history. You're trying to take revenge on Seojun, Right? And I'm sure my role here is as a trap, luring him into your cage." You explain, voice trying to sound steady and confident.
"So I have an offer. We work together, you hate him, and so do I. I don't want to be married to a cocky prick and trapped with him my whole life, I'd rather die."You continued.
"Hmm... I see. But aside from getting my revenge on him, what do I get? You get to be free from him and all, but me? Only a revenge wouldn't be fair, isn't it?" He emitted.
"I'll pay you as much as you want. I want him erased from this world if you will." You added.
His expression shows that he is intrigued by your offer, and your hope increases as you search his eyes looking for answers.
"Okay, can you fight?" He asked, tilting his head like a puppy's first time hearing foreign sounds. Gosh, how is this man the captain of Hala? You thought it was going to be someone super big and scary-looking. But instead, you are met with a charming and super handsome looking man.
"I... Know how to throw punches?" You mumbled.
He laughed at your reply. " Yeah, no. I want you to participate in taking him down, and throwing punches won't help, darling. You'll need some more training." He beamed.
"We need to take him down fast! He's going to hurt my mother, and the wedding is in literally less than two weeks." You fumed.
"Oh, don't worry. I guarantee your mother's safety. My men will take care of her. While we get ready to take that son of a bitch down." He smiled, the way he said we feels like he's flirting with you, especially with that face of him.
He later introduced his name as you guys make plans to take down Seojun. Kim Hongjoong, his name matches him really well. He took you all into a meeting room, getting straight to making plans.
Hongjoong doesn't play around when it comes to Seojun. In fact, he does not play around with anything. You've learned that he takes everything seriously, and he probably has anger issues or something, because throughout the meeting, he would yell at his men, mostly Wooyoung, because he plays too much. But one thing is for sure, he's undeniably scary when he's angry, and somehow, you found it super hot.
After some time discussing the best plan, you all finally agreed on this plan
You will not be held hostage by him, which is a great thing because being hostage is not fun at all. You will be his eyes, since you get to be around Seojun a lot, and then give important information to Hongjoong so he can tell the others about their parts. Some of them will keep an eye on your mother, ensuring her safety. And the rest, will back you and Hongjoong up when taking him down.
The plan is that you will be acting like nothing happened and bear being with Seojun until the day of the wedding, and at the ceremony, Hongjoong, and all of the rest will move and execute. It needs to be silent, and you will be acting shocked when Seojun gets shot. And just in case things go south, you will be joining the battlefield. Hongjoong had given you a super thin knife that can be hidden in your dress, and you will fight using that.
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It has been almost a week since you got 'kidnapped' by them, and since that day, you have been closer to basically everyone in the mansion.
There's Hongjoong, Captain of Hala. He carried himself like a king who had built his throne from blood and ambition. He wasn't the tallest man in the room, nor the most physically intimidating, yet every head turned when he entered. His sharp eyes seemed capable of dissecting a person within seconds, always calculating, always planning. Neatly styled hair framed a face that was unfairly handsome for someone so dangerous.
There was elegance in everything he did, from the way he adjusted his cufflinks to the way he delivered threats with a smile.
Most people feared his anger. You feared how calm he became when he was angry.
Seonghwa, Hongjoong's right hand. Seonghwa looked more like a luxury magazine model than a criminal. His appearance was always immaculate; not a single wrinkle dared touch his suit, and his dark hair remained perfectly styled no matter the situation.
His gentle smile often fooled strangers into believing he was harmless. They usually learned otherwise.
While Hongjoong was the storm, Seonghwa was the silence before it. His voice rarely rose above a calm tone, but when it did, even seasoned members straightened immediately.
Yunho, the trainer. He was impossible to miss. Towering over nearly everyone, his broad shoulders and long limbs made him look intimidating from afar. Yet the moment he smiled, every ounce of danger disappeared.
His laughter came easily, loud and genuine, often filling entire hallways. You quickly learned that beneath his friendly personality was a terrifying fighter capable of dropping a man twice his size without breaking a sweat.
Yunho was proof that kindness and strength could exist in the same person. You would come over a lot, for training or to evaluate plans, and sometimes you would help with some errands. It feels like you're one of them already.
Yeosang, the Sniper. He had the unsettling habit of appearing out of nowhere. One moment a room would be empty. The next, he'd be standing in the corner silently observing.
His sharp features and calm demeanor made him seem almost detached from the world around him. He spoke only when necessary, and every word felt deliberate.
Unlike the others, Yeosang never wasted energy. Never wasted movement. Never wasted bullets. His unreadable expression often made people uncomfortable. Which he secretly enjoyed.
San, the Enforcer. He looked dangerous. There was no better way to describe him.
Everything about him radiated intensity—from the sharpness of his gaze to the way his jaw clenched whenever he was annoyed. His emotions sat close to the surface, making him explosive and unpredictable. Despite his reputation as Hala's attack dog, those closest to him knew his anger stemmed from fierce loyalty. If San cared about someone, he would walk through hell for them.
If he hated someone, he'd happily drag them there himself.
Mingi, the Driver and Weapons expert. He was chaos disguised as a human being.Tall and impossibly energetic, he moved through life as if consequences simply didn't apply to him. His loud voice echoed through every room he entered, usually followed by someone yelling at him to shut up.
His playful nature made him seem careless.That assumption usually lasted until people saw him behind the wheel.Or holding a gun. Then they understood why he was one of Hala's most trusted members.
Wooyoung, the Infiltration Specialist. He was trouble. The kind of trouble that smiled beautifully before ruining your entire day.
He possessed an almost supernatural ability to get under people's skin within minutes of meeting them. Charming, flirtatious, and endlessly dramatic, he thrived on creating chaos for his own entertainment.
Nobody could ever tell when he was joking. Sometimes not even Wooyoung himself. Behind the constant teasing, however, was someone exceptionally observant.
He noticed everything. And forgot nothing.
And there's Jongho, the Medic. Jongho was perhaps the most terrifying member of Hala.
Not because he was loud. Not because he was aggressive. But because he wasn't. His quiet demeanor often made people underestimate him.
A mistake.
Beneath his calm exterior hid strength that bordered on ridiculous. You once watched him lift a grown man as if he weighed nothing. Jongho preferred actions over words. If he cared about you, he'd patch your wounds, bring you food, and make sure you survived.
If he didn't... You'd know.
Today, you came by the base because Yunho told you to come train and box with him. As you make your way down the training ground, you can hear someone punching the punching bag. You thought it was Yunho, after all, he is the one who asked you to come. But once you make it there, you are met with Hongjoong instead.
Sweat runs down from his temple to his chin as he keeps punching the bag. The black tank top he wears reveals his big, sturdy biceps glistening with sweat. His hair is tousled from running his hand through it. It was truly a sight.
You didn't realize that you're literally frozen in place, eyes obviously striping the man in front of you, until his voice disturbs your day dreaming.
"You like what you see?" He chimed as he made his way to you, running his hand through his hair with a smirk plastered smugly on his face.
"Huh, no. Where's Yunho?" You tried to change the topic, trying to hide how flustered you are by averting your eyes, searching for the said man that is nowhere to be found in the training ground.
"He's not here. I've sent him to do some errands, important ones. So you'll be training with me today." He cheered. You couldn't help but think he purposely sent Yunho out so he could train with you.
"Hmm, that's suspicious, but I'll let it slide." you replied as you stretched, getting ready to train for today.
The two of you walk into the ring, preparing to fight each other.
You strike first, throwing a fake punch to his head, and then kick the side of his body. You thought you could trick him, but he is way faster than you thought. He immediately grabs your foot and pulls it, making you lose your balance and fall on your back.
"Fuck, that hurts." You agonized, rubbing the back of your head as you tried getting up. Hongjoong only chuckled and repositioned his body. You did the same thing. This time, you wait for him to strike first, trying to read his movement.
He raised his foot to kick you, but you thought it was a fake one, so you shielded your head instead. But Hongjoong is way ahead of you, it was actually not a fake. He actually kicked you, sending you to the side of the ring. Oh, you are fuming, and he could see it.
"C'mon, is that all you got Y/N?" He trilled.
That question made you rage. You got up and immediately launched at him, straddling him down. Just as you were about to throw a fist at his face, he pulled you and changed position. He is now on top of you, and both of your hands are locked above your head.
You groaned in annoyance. Hongjoong, on the other hand, seems to enjoy this, he is grinning like he got the best reward ever.
Once you realize the position you're in right now is very questionable, if someone suddenly walks in on you guys. You got flustered when realizing that your face is inches away from his. Upon realizing you're flustered, Hongjoong leans even closer, and your noses are touching already. You were frozen, too afraid to breathe and move at all.
"You need more training darling." Hongjoong whispered, and you could feel his breath brushing your face. Then he got up, grabbing his towel to wipe away the sweat like nothing had happened. While you lay motionless on the ground, heart beating too fast, mind hazy. You could still feel his touch lingering on your skin.
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Seojun was not a man who ignored details. In his line of work, overlooking the smallest inconsistency often meant a bullet between the eyes. It was why your recent behavior bothered him more than he cared to admit.
A week ago, you had looked like a trapped animal whenever he was around, tense shoulders, sharp tongue, eyes filled with nothing but resentment. Yet lately, something had changed.
You were still rude. Still stubborn. Still looked at him as if you wanted to shove him off a cliff.
But there was something different beneath it all.
Hope.
It was subtle enough that nobody else would notice. A slight ease in your posture. The way your gaze no longer seemed permanently exhausted. The way you occasionally disappeared into your own thoughts and returned with the faintest hint of satisfaction hidden behind your expression.
Seojun noticed. And Seojun hated things he couldn't explain. The first report landed on his desk three days later.
"Miss Ahn has been leaving her penthouse more frequently." Seojun skimmed the paper without much interest.
"So?"The man standing before him shifted nervously.
"She visits the western district several times a week." That made Seojun pause. The western district.
Hala territory.
His fingers stopped tapping against the desk. "Continue."
"We followed her as far as we could, sir, but she kept disappearing. We couldn't determine who she was meeting." Silence settled across the office. The man lowered his head, awaiting punishment for the incomplete report.
Instead, Seojun leaned back in his chair.
Interesting. Very interesting.
The following week, more reports arrived. You were spending less time at your penthouse. Your schedule had become unpredictable. You often turned off your phone for hours at a time. And every trail somehow led back toward territory controlled by Hala.
Coincidences existed. Seojun simply didn't believe in them. That evening, he watched you from across the dinner table. You sat comfortably in your chair, scrolling through your phone while pretending not to acknowledge his presence.
For a brief moment, the corner of your lips twitched upward.
A smile. Small. Gone within seconds. But he saw it.
His gaze darkened.
"Something amusing?" Your head immediately snapped up.
"What?" You questioned.
"You seem happier lately." He stated.
Your smile vanished. A flicker of alarm crossed your face before you recovered. "No idea what you're talking about."
Seojun hummed thoughtfully. Maybe you truly believed you were hiding it well. Maybe you thought he wasn't paying attention. The realization almost made him laugh.
You had spent so many years around criminals that you should have known better.
Everyone lied. Everyone betrayed. Everyone hid secrets. And Seojun had built his entire life around finding them.
As you returned your attention to your phone, unaware of the eyes studying your every movement, he silently made a decision.
Double the surveillance. Track every route. Monitor every contact. Because one thing was becoming painfully clear. You were hiding something.
And Seojun intended to find out exactly what it was.
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As the wedding day approached, everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place, almost too perfectly. The morning of the ceremony, Hongjoong received an urgent report from Yeosang.
Something felt off. There were more guards than expected, unfamiliar faces lingering around the venue, and security routes that had been changed without explanation. Trusting his instincts, Hongjoong stepped away to investigate, leaving the others to proceed as planned.
What was supposed to be a quick check turned into a chilling realization, Seojun wasn't walking into their trap. He had already discovered it. By the time Hongjoong rushed back toward the ceremony, his heart pounding with dread, it was already too late.
On the other hand, Mingi notices another sniper aiming at him. If he shoots first, He dies. The mission collapses.
He hesitates for one second. And that's all Seojun needs.
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You were walking down the aisle, your mind drifting somewhere in your own world, when you suddenly heard a gunshot. You look at Seojun, who is standing in front of you, he is holding a gun, pointing it at you. That's when you feel it, something warm oozing from your abdomen, your white dress is stained with red. Seojun had shot you.
The air in your lungs emptied suddenly, and the striking pain from your abdomen made it worse. You fell down, clutching your abdomen, trying to grasp oxygen to your lungs, and you can see black dots in your eyes. You're slowly fading away.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Seojun said. He has kneeled down to talk to you, tracing your face with his fingers. Silently mocking you with his smug and cocky face.
That's when you realize, he knew all this time. Of course, he knew, how could you be so stupid? Why did you underestimate him?
Your mind was scrambled, you thought about Hongjoong, where is he? Has Mingi been caught? Why didn't he snipe Seojun?. Did your mother see you get shot? Is she safe? You question everything, you didn't even care about that prick kneeling over you, saying bullshit, you don't even care.
Your ears are ringing, the sound of your surrounding slowing fading away, replaced by the intense ringing. And all you can see is Seojun's face, mumbling words you can't make out anymore. At this point, you've given up, thinking this is probably your shitty fate, dying in the hands of the most notorious prick ever lived.
That's when you saw a ginger haired angel, standing behind Satan himself. Hongjoong swifly slits his throat, finishing him thoroughly. It is the end for Seojun, and perhaps, for you too. Your consciousness is fading away.
You feel Hongjoong lift you up, holding you like you might break if he moves erratically. You can see the tears and panic in his eyes, his mouth moving like he's trying to say something to you as he runs as fast and gently as he can.
Then you hear him, faintly. His voice sounded sad, broken.
"Stay with me Y/N, please. keep your eyes open for me, darling. I've got you." He pleaded.
He took you in a car, and everyone is there. You can see Mingi's hair on the driver's seat. He's driving us somewhere. Then you feel Jongho's warm hand on your stomach, putting some pressure on it, probably to stop the bleeding. It hurts like hell, but you're too tired to even react. It feels like you're losing the ability to move your body.
Then, the dark finally consumes you. You couldn't hear Hongjoong's voice, no more pain in your abdomen. Nothing.
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The first thing you heard was the steady beeping beside your bed. Then came the ache.
A dull, burning pain spread across your abdomen, making you wince before your eyes had even opened. Your body felt heavy, like someone had poured concrete into your veins.
You slowly blinked against the bright hospital lights. The room was quiet. Too quiet.
Your gaze wandered around until it landed on a figure slumped beside your bed.
Hongjoong.
His head rested on folded arms near your hand, his ginger hair messier than you had ever seen it. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes. His suit jacket had long been discarded, his shirt wrinkled and sleeves rolled up carelessly.
For a moment, you simply stared. The mighty captain of Hala looked exhausted. Broken, almost.
You shifted slightly. The movement was enough. Hongjoong's head immediately shot up. For a second, he simply stared at you like he wasn't sure if you were real.
Then his chair screeched against the floor.
"Doctor!" he shouted, standing so quickly he nearly knocked it over. "Get the doctor-"
"Joong." Your voice came out weak, raspy. But it stopped him instantly.
His entire body froze. Slowly, he turned back around. The look in his eyes made your chest tighten.
Relief. Disbelief. Fear. All mixed together.
"You're awake," he whispered.
You offered a small smile. "That's usually how surviving works."
The joke was terrible. Yet Hongjoong let out something between a laugh and a sob. He sat back down immediately, reaching for your hand as if afraid you would disappear again.
His grip was warm. Tight and desperate.
You frowned. "How long?"
"Four days."
Your eyes widened. "Four-"
"You weren't waking up." His voice cracked. The words hit harder than they should have.
You stared at him. Really stared. The man before you looked like he hadn't slept properly in days. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was a mess. Even his hands trembled. Hongjoong was trembling.
"I thought..." He swallowed hard. "I thought I lost you."
Silence settled between you. Heavy. Painful. You squeezed his hand. His jaw tightened immediately.
"I should've known," he continued quietly. "The extra guards. The changes in security. The missing routes. The signs were there."
"Joong-"
"I was arrogant."
His eyes finally met yours. For the first time since meeting him, he looked completely vulnerable.
"I thought I was smarter than him." The confession sounded bitter. Like poison.
"I brought you into this."
"You didn't force me."
"I should've protected you."
"You did."
His head shook immediately. "No." His voice cracked again.
"I promised you."
The room fell silent. Hongjoong lowered his head, staring at your joined hands.
"I heard your heartbeat stop." The words barely rose above a whisper. Yet they shattered something inside you.
"I heard the machine go flat for three seconds." His fingers tightened around yours.
"I've been shot before." A bitter laugh escaped him. "I've been stabbed." Another. "I've had guns pointed at my head more times than I can count." He finally looked up.
"But those three seconds were the most terrified I've ever been in my entire life."
Your breath caught. Because he wasn't speaking like a captain. Or a leader. Or a man seeking revenge. He was speaking like someone in love.
You reached up slowly. The movement hurt, but it was worth it. Your fingers brushed through his hair.
Immediately, his eyes closed, leaning into your touch. Seeking comfort.
"I'm here." His shoulders trembled. "I'm here, Joong." A tear escaped before he could stop it. Then another.
You had never seen him cry. Never. Not once. Yet now, with your hand in his hair and your thumb brushing his cheek, he looked utterly defenseless.
"I love you." The confession slipped out before he could stop it. Raw. Honest. Terrified. As if he had spent four days holding those words hostage.
Your heart squeezed painfully. You smiled softly. "I know."
Hongjoong huffed out a laugh. "That wasn't the response I was hoping for."
You rolled your eyes. Even that small movement hurt. Then you tugged weakly on his sleeve. He leaned closer immediately. Closer, until your foreheads touched.
"I love you too, idiot."
For the first time in days, Hongjoong smiled. A real smile. Not the captain's smile. Not the manipulator's smile. Just Hongjoong.
And as he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, you realized something. For the first time in your life, you weren't fighting alone anymore.
The moment Hongjoong finally calmed down, the room felt strangely still—like the world outside had stopped existing entirely. The only sound left was the steady beeping of the monitor and his quiet breathing as he refused to let go of your hand.
Then, the door slammed open.
“Y/N!” Wooyoung was the first to burst in, loud enough to make the nurse outside immediately shush him. He froze halfway into the room when he saw you awake, eyes widening before his face twisted into relief.
“OH MY GOD, she’s alive.” Behind him, Mingi shoved his way in. “Move, you idiot.” He stopped mid-sentence, staring at you like he couldn’t process it properly. Then his shoulders dropped, and he let out a breath that sounded too shaky for someone who usually never stopped talking.
San followed next, quieter than usual, but his eyes immediately locked onto you like he was confirming you were really there. His jaw tightened, and he looked away almost instantly as if he hated the fact that he had been worried.
“Don’t do that again,” he muttered, voice rough.
Yeosang stepped in after him, silent as ever. He didn’t speak at first, just stood by the doorway, watching you carefully. Then, after a long pause, he gave a small nod.
“Good,” he said simply. One word. But it carried more relief than anything else.
Jongho came last, pushing past the others with a medical bag already in hand out of habit. He scanned you quickly, eyes sharp and focused, before letting out a small exhale.
“Vitals are stable,” he confirmed, as if he hadn’t been worried at all. But the way his fingers tightened around his strap gave him away.
Seonghwa appeared behind them, composed as always, but his expression softened the moment he saw you awake. He didn’t rush in like the others. Instead, he stepped closer slowly, like he needed to make sure the sight was real.
“You caused quite a mess,” he said gently. But his voice wasn’t annoyed, it was relieved.
For a moment, the room was chaos. Wooyoung talking too loudly, Mingi pacing, San pretending he wasn’t shaken, Jongho checking monitors unnecessarily, Yeosang watching quietly, Seonghwa trying to restore order.
And Hongjoong, he still hadn’t let go of your hand. You looked around at all of them. At the noise. At the concern. At the way none of them had actually left your side. And something in your chest shifted.
Because this wasn’t just protection. It wasn’t just a mission anymore. This was family. Messy, loud, dangerous.
But real.
Wooyoung suddenly pointed at you. “I swear, if you scare us like that again, I’m personally-”
“Shut up,” San snapped immediately.
“Make me!”
“Both of you, quiet,” Seonghwa sighed.
You let out a weak laugh before you could stop yourself. The room went silent. All eyes turned to you. Even Hongjoong froze slightly, glancing at you like he was memorizing the sound.
And for the first time, You didn’t feel like you were surrounded by criminals.
Louis (루이) x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH - Destiny has been giving you clues about the man in your dreams.
Wc: 1,8k
Warnings: Kissing (I think that's basically it?)
Based on this request .ᐟ
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The sound of the waves feels rhythmic, a calming hum. Each wave crashed with a thunderous boom, echoing against the rocks. Frothy, foamy waves tickled your feet with their bubbly touch. You are sitting on a rock, watching the water get blown by the chill wind.
"I've wanted to take you here since forever."
A voice from beside you spoke. The voice is so soft, just like velvet, a melody to your ears, it draws you to look at that person, to see who is the owner of the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.
He was looking straight at the sea in front of him, and the sides of his face were covered with his silky black hair, making it hard to figure out his face.
You're silent, completely captivated by his voice and the way his hair sways when the wind touches the softness of it. You reach out slowly to touch his hair, feeling every strand with your finger.
He slowly turns his head to look at you. You couldn't comprehend the sight you're seeing right in front of you. He has such a mesmerizing visual, his eyes are soft as he looks at yours with depth, and his hair falls just on the right spots framing his delicate face.
You feel his fingers slowly reach your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. The sound of waves fades away in the background as your focus is fully on him. Your faces are so close that your noses are touching each other, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips as you close your eyes.
You were waiting for the softness of his lips colliding with yours, but it never came.
You slowly open your eyes, only to be greeted by your white apartment ceiling. You let out a disappointed sigh. It's the same dream again, with the same outcome. You have been dreaming the same thing over and over again, but each time you try to remember his face when you wake up, all you can remember is his face being blurry and covered with his own strands of hair.
You look at the clock on the wall, and it tells you that it is time for you to wake up and get ready for school.
You sigh once again, feeling too lazy to even move in your bed, but you have no choice, so you make your way to the bathroom. You see yourself in the mirror, your hands slowly hold your cheeks, imitating how he held yours in your dream.
You were curious about who he is, but most importantly, you were devastated by the cliffhanger. Why does it always end like that? It's like a cycle every time you go to sleep.
You shrug it off as you grab a towel, getting ready to take a nice, warm shower.
By the time you arrive, the class is already packed. Your class is filled with a bunch of chaotic people. You scan the room looking for your best friend Louis, who is sitting in the back rows.
You make your way to your own desk, right in front of Louis's desk. Once you sit down, it takes no time for him to nudge you back with his pen, making you look at him.
"What?" You said in an almost annoyed tone.
"You're almost late today, I thought you were getting held in front of the gate."
Louis spins his pens with his finger with precision while his other hand plays with some strands of his hair.
You're feeling a bit displeased today because of the mystery of your own dreams. Each day passes, you get more and more curious about that ending.
You look at Louis, sighing tiredly.
"I overslept today." You said, picking the skins on your fingers.
Louis feels that something is bothering you today. He is an observant person, and somehow it is you he has always been observing. He always knew if something was wrong with you, or when you're feeling so happy that your energy bursts out.
"Um... wanna go somewhere with me tonight? I know a place."
Louis always makes sure to lift your mood up whenever you're feeling down, and today is one of those days. You're always so thankful to the universe that you were met with this attentive person, he always has ways to make your days better.
You nod your head, agreeing to his invitations. You thought maybe tonight you don't have to sleep and dream of it again, instead you can go with him and have a good time, forgetting how annoyed you are with the dream.
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Later that day, you and Louis are sitting facing each other, devouring your own bowl of ramen. The cafeteria has a menu that changes every day, but today you and Louis decided to ditch that and boil yourselves two packs of ramen.
You lift your chopstick filled with noodles up into your mouth, slightly flinching at how hot it is once it touches your tongue. You munch on it, letting out a pleased sound as your face scrunches in happiness.
You're eating too fast. You were super hungry because you didn't eat breakfast this morning. At one point, you swallow your food way faster before chewing on it properly, you cough, feeling the spice scratching the back of your throat, leaving a burning sensation.
Louis immediately stood up next to you, patting your back to help you, then grabbed your glass of water, putting it to your lips, demanding you to drink it.
"Bro chill out, that bowl ain't running away from you."
Louis sarcastically said. He giggled at your state right now, your face scrunches up in pain, while your hands clutch your own throat as if it helps with the burning sensation.
You couldn't even say anything, your throat burns like hell. You push your bowl with the tip of your fingers, sliding it away from you as if it were trying to attack you.
Louis laughs even louder as he sits back down on his chair after you stop coughing. This time, you are chugging your water thankfully without choking for the second time.
Clearing your throat, you look at Louis who is still grinning.
"Stop laughing jerk."
That sentence only makes him choke on his own laugh, covering his mouth with his fist.
You scowl at him, rolling your eyes.
"Anyway, what kinda place are you taking me tonight?"
That is purely an attempt to change the topic, saving you from embarrassment.
"Hmm. Just, somewhere." He said, looking at you as he placed his chin on top of his hand.
"Somewhere where the breeze is cool enough, and the view is simple but... I think you'll like it." He continues.
You tilt your head, thinking of any place you know based on his descriptions.
' The beach.' you thought
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You were right, he takes you to the beach when the sun is down.
You knew this place, everybody knows this place. But he is leading you through rocks, taking you somewhere probably only he knows.
"Louis, this is kinda sketchy... Should I be concerned?"
"Nah, I don't think you should. Unless the wave crashes into you and you hit your head open on the rocks, then yeah... probably."
He's walking in front of you in a rush, you can't understand why he is rushing, and he looks so excited to show you this place he'd been telling you about the whole day.
At one point, you saw a big rock on the edge of the water.
"We're going up there? Hell nah. That looks dangerous." You said, stopping behind him as he kept walking towards it.
He turns his body to face your figure, which is getting smaller and smaller each time he takes a step backwards.
"C'mon Y/n! I've been there a thousand times, and I'm still alive!" he shouts at you, putting his hands to frame his mouth to make his voice lowder.
You, who is already getting left by him, could only sigh and shake your head in disbelief. But you run up to him anyway, not wanting to be alone in the cold of the night.
Once you get on top of it, he leads you to the edge, holding your hand for safety. You were hesitant, but Louis kept giving you encouragement with that smile of his, so you let him help you sit on the edge as he sat himself.
You look at the view in front of you. The sound of the waves feels rhythmic, a calming hum. Each wave crashed with a thunderous boom, echoing against the rocks. Frothy, foamy waves tickled your feet with their bubbly touch.
"I've wanted to take you here since forever."
That sentence caught you off guard. Only now that you realize that this scenery is the exact same place as your dreams. You suddenly got nervous, you could hear your own heart beating fast inside your chest.
The breeze is giving you chills, your eyes are locked on the crashing waves, too afraid to look at the man beside you.
"Ever since I met you, this place has kept reminding me of you." He confessed.
You turn your head hesitantly to look at him.
He was looking straight at the sea in front of him, and the sides of his face were covered with his silky black hair. Just like in your dream. The wind brushes his hair as it sways beautifully.
You reach out slowly to touch his hair, feeling every strand with your finger, just like what you did in your dream. You finally remember the person's face in your dream, it was Louis all along.
It was giving you clues on what's going to happen between the two of you. You've always had a feeling for him, whatever he does always makes you more and more drawn to him, and right now it feels surreal.
He slowly turns his head to look at you. You couldn't comprehend the sight you're seeing right in front of you. He has such a mesmerizing visual, his eyes are soft as he looks at yours with depth, and his hair falls just on the right spots framing his delicate face.
You feel his fingers slowly reach your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. The sound of waves fades away in the background as your focus is fully on him. Your faces are so close that your noses are touching each other, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips as you close your eyes.
Then there it is, the moment you were dying to feel in your dream.
His lips collide with yours, it feels so soft. For a moment, none of you moves, your eyes closed feeling the warmth of him.
He moves slowly, deepening the kiss with such emotions he has been holding this whole time.
The sea hums, watching the two of you have your moments.
The moment that the universe had been planning to be your destiny.
(롱샷).ᐟ K.R x fem!reader
IN WHICH —When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ warnings. Curse words and swearings, kissing, and making out, hints of sex (MDNI) —better safe than sorry.
1,8k —very suggestive, A little fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 How the fuck did you get into this shity situation?
You were supposed to be heading home from your friend's party instead of being stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
It was a beach party, you were dressing up for a beach party.
That includes— super short, low-waisted jeans that literally show the curve of your butt, a plain black bikini covered in a see-through tank top, and a pair of high-heeled boots.
Then, halfway through the journey to your house, your car decided that it was a great night to be stranded on a highway when you're wearing an absolutely inconvenient outfit. You didn't even bring any jackets.
I'm such a dumb fuck...
You sigh, slamming your head onto the steering wheel.
You were scared, obviously. What if there's someone already eyeing you right now? What if they're a serial killer? What if you die in such an uncool way?
At least I'll die in fashion.
You could only think of one thing—calling Ryul and asking him to pick you up. But you've been trying to come up with a second choice. Ryul can be a menace to be around, and the thought of him seeing you in such revealing clothes made you shiver— either he made fun of you or seduced you as if his life depended on it.
It has been more than ten minutes, and you still haven't come up with another way. So yeah, you called him.
Grabbing your phone from your bag, which sat peacefully on the passenger side, you rushedly typed his contact name and clicked on it once you found it.
Bringing your phone up to your ear, you chewed on your nails as a sign of stress. You looked around your surroundings. Fortunately, you didn't see anyone near you, only a few cars driving by, and you hoped it would stay like that until Ryul picked you up.
Only if he picked you up, though. If not, then you'll die there. Alone.
After a few beeps from your phone, he finally picked up.
"Fuck you want Y/n?"
Ryul said groggily, his voice was gruff. You probably woke him up from a good sleep by the way he responded.
"Okay, so... I was just heading home from a party, then my car decides it is time to break down on me, in the middle of the night, no one is literally here. What if a killer is hiding somewhere? What if this is the last time I see the world? So I called you, who happens to be the greatest mechanic of all time..."
You yapped dramatically— you were trying to make him feel bad enough to pick you up.
"Where are you? Send me your location, I'm heading there now."
Wow, that was easier than you thought it would be. You could hear the sound of keys and some things getting thrown on his end.
"Okay. Please hurry up, Ryul." You whimpered. The cold breeze only made you fear more.
Thirty minutes later, a tow truck stopped right in front of your car. It was Ryul.
Thank goodness, finally...
You quickly opened the door and walked up to him, immediately regretting your choices when the cold air hit your body.
Ryul came down from the truck, turning around to you, and he was NOT ready for this kind of sight, in the middle of the night, just after he woke up, and the cold wind seemed to be mocking him.
You were walking to him, more like swaying your hips at him. Your bare legs looked so flawless, especially with those boots, and that damn bikini does nothing to help him. So he could only gape at you as his eyes stripped you down.
You caught him gawking at you, which made you realize that you're basically naked to him. You never wear anything revealing when you're with him, usually a bunch of oversized things that cover your body shape.
His stare made you conscious, so you covered your upper body with your arms, glaring at him in the process.
"PERVERT!"
You yelled, getting him out of his haze. He awkwardly scratched his nape as he looked everywhere but at you.
Then he took off his jacket, handing it to you without a single glance.
"Cover yourself up. Please." His voice was quiet, like he was scared something was going to burst.
You took his jacket, putting it on, and covered your upper body while your legs remained exposed to the cold breeze. You couldn't complain, though, you'd prefer this to being fully exposed.
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The drive to his workshop, which is apparently also his house, was unusually quiet.
Ryul would never shut up— he'd have everything as a topic, bully the hell out of you, or just anything. So it was so weird to see him all quiet.
Was it because it's literally midnight? You doubt so, even when he's tired, he'll find a way to somehow annoy you.
Was it your outfit? Yes. Definitely yes.
You knew that it would somehow have an impact on him, but you didn't know that he was literally fighting demons in his mind, so he doesn't jump and throw himself all over you.
The relationship between the two of you was kinda complicated. You would do things that normal friends do— hangouts, drinking til sunrise, partying here and there.
But on some days, you guys are beyond friends— cuddling on his bed, countless times of almost kissing, straddling his lap after a tiring day, and falling asleep on him.
You two were so down for each other, but both were too dumb to even realize it.
You were shivering on the passenger's seat, arms clutching your body, chasing the warmth. Your legs were crossed, trying your best not to shake from the cold.
Ryul glanced at you, then silently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, creating warmth from the friction.
You were taken aback. He didn't even say anything, and it should've been a normal thing for both of you. But the way the street lamps illuminate his face, Chase Atlantic's songs playing on the radio made it so hard not to lose yourself.
So sexy for what?
His focus was on the road, and somehow, that added a significant amount of attractiveness.
Oh boy, you were lost already.
You placed your hand on top of his, who was caressing your bare thigh, earning a glance from him. You glance back at him, your hands traveling from his arm to his shoulder.
"Stop that."
He demanded, his jaws clenched, trying to hold back from stopping there and fuck the shit out of you. But he couldn't do that, not yet at least.
"Stop what?"
You teased, your hand found its way to his nape, making slow circles on the soft surface. He let out a little grumble of protest, eyes furrowing as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
He could feel heat rising through his body, especially down there. His heart was thumping too fast beneath his chest. He ground the pedal, eager to get home fast.
You, on the other hand, were enjoying it. You somehow found it amusing, especially when he tried so hard to keep his composure, the way the veins on his hands popped out when he gripped the steering wheel too hard made you go crazy. It felt like you were winning against him.
You finally reached his workshop. Once he parked the truck, he immediately came down and walked to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling your wrist, leading you to sit on top of one of his vintage cars.
He placed himself between your thighs, pressing his body to you as he snuck his face into the crook of your neck.
You run your hair through his locks, your head tilting to the side so he'd have more room.
"You're going to regret this."
He whispered into your skin as he kissed your jaw down to your neck, his hands roaming your waist to your back as he nibbled the skin of your neck, earning a satisfied groan from you.
That sound only made him even more drunk in you, the desire to fully taste you, feeling his body collide with you, and take you all became unbearable.
He looked up at you, then smashed his lips into yours in a hungry manner, his hand held your nape, pulling you deeper into the messy kiss.
You taste just like how he'd imagined, sweet. So frickin' sweet, it got him addicted.
He placed his thumb on your chin, making you open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.
A soft moan slips out of your mouth.
That's it, he couldn't hold it anymore.
"You'll have to stay the night." He mumbled into the kiss.
He picked you up without breaking the kiss, your legs instantly locked on his hips as he carried you to his office, which is also his bedroom.
He placed you on his bed as he hurriedly took off his white tank top, then leaned down, taking you back into a kiss.
This time it wasn't as rushed as the first one. His lips move slowly with yours, and your hands roam his toned body.
You guys stayed up all night, full of energy and desires, as the moonlight shone on your broken-down car in front of the workshop, fully neglected.
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The next morning, you woke up without Ryul by your side.
You were wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath except for your underwear. Ryul must've put this on for you.
You made your way outside. Your legs felt like jelly, so you walked slowly, and there he was, in a black tank top that hugged his body perfectly, looking fully focused on your car. The hood was open as he examined the machine.
You walked up to him, hugging him from behind.
"Hey, how's your sleep?" He turned to face you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
"I can't stand." You shamelessly admitted.
Ryul laughed, picking you up yet once again so you wouldn't have to stand up with your wobbly legs.
"Wait for me inside, yeah? Your car should be done in no time." He kissed your nose.
"No, I wanna watch you." You snuggled into his neck.
He chuckled. He finally got to experience your clingy side after years of being a bully to each other.
"Alright, sit here and watch me work."
He sat you down on the hood of one of his cars, then winked at you before going back to work on your car.
Since then, everything shifts between the two of you. What was almost kissing turns into kissing every day. You'd spent most of the time in his workshop, making out, watching him work, or just cuddling.
You were thankful that your car broke down that night.
