“i should hate you for making me this desperate. instead, i just want more.” + hongjoong 🤭
I distinctively remember we discussed mafia!AU for this and Seonghwa one... but I got another idea here >:)
Hongjoong x Reader // WC: 0.9k // G: Hurt/comfort, vampire!Hongjoong, vampire!Reader // TW: Kidnapping, mentions of death
At the beginning, it felt like the right thing to do. If you didn’t do it, you would regret it for the rest of your life, and it was supposed to be a very long one. The body on the ground, loosing blood too fast for it to be stopped. A young man, far too young for the death to be fair. His hazed gaze meeting yours. Vulnerable. Pleading. For what exactly – he couldn’t have known. He had no idea what his life would turn into. But you couldn’t let him go. Something didn’t let you.
So you turned him.
Where was that vulnerable man right now? Was he even still there?
You were supposed to be the one he would depend on. The one who would guide him through it all and teach him all the right ways.
Then how come he was stronger than you? You always thought that strength came with age and experience. But he was… something else. He was stronger than you from the moment he tasted you for the first time. Overpowering you easily and taking what he wanted, until you were hanging by a thread.
The silver chain dug into your wrist, keeping you in the range of the wall of his apartment. He learned vampires’ nature so quickly. You couldn’t help but be a bit proud of that. He knew how to be careful, how to sneak upon his prey. He outsmarted you without even trying.
You feared that he would go into frenzy. Start killing people. It sometimes happened to others. Rogue vampires who went feral from bloodlust.
He didn’t. He had gone insane. But for you, only.
The door opened. His eyes were fixated on you from the moment he entered the room and walked until he arrived at the bed you were laying on. The room was spacious and comfortable, but the chain only reached to the door and not a step further. Yet, more often than not, you found yourself sleeping your days away, too tired and apathetic to move from your spot. It was a mix of consistent blood loss and depression that rid you off the strengths to exist normally.
When he sat next to you and cradled you to his chest, you trembled slightly, but didn’t try to fight him. You might have grieved for yourself, but you somehow found comfort in his presence. There was an unspeakable bond between the two of you. Something tangible, coming from you being his maker, but also something intangible, from the yearning that he couldn’t control and that you allowed him to indulge in.
There was something refreshing in feeling like you’re, for once, back at the bottom of the food chain. A victim again, too weak to stand a chance. It was unnatural. But it did make you feel a bit more human.
His eyes were dark, a slight red hue to them when he brushed the healing wound on your neck with his fingers, irritating it enough so that a few droplets of blood emerged onto the surface. His expression was serious, focused. He pondered for a moment.
“Do you regret turning me?” he asked.
The two of you didn’t talk often. There was rarely a need to. He came hungry, took what he needed, and by the time he was done there was no strength left in you to speak. But he seemed a bit calmer today. A bit saner.
You shook your head.
“I’m glad I didn’t let you die” you replied. “I would do it again if I needed to.”
He nodded slowly. There was softness in his eyes that you didn’t usually see, even despite that red, hungry hue still present. He was becoming better and better at controlling himself, you could tell. But despite the softness, there was some sort of grief in them as well.
“What about you? Do you regret what you’ve become?” you felt bold enough to ask.
He seemed to think about it for a longer moment, maybe forgetting that you’re still here, held in his arms.
“I don’t know” he answered honestly. “I feel like I should. I feel like I should hate it and consider it a curse. Being addicted to blood. I feel like I should hate you for making me this desperate.” His eyes met yours, a new spark to them. “But instead, I just want more. Maybe the addiction is just stronger than regret. Or maybe, against everything, I don’t mind it.”
You let out a slow, shaky exhale when he moved, shifting you so that his face rested in the crook of your neck. But he didn’t bite. Not yet. You felt his warm breath against your skin.
“I will let you go” he suddenly announced. “I know what I’m doing isn’t right. I felt it is. I thought it’s justice. That you deserve this for turning me. But it was just that I craved you so badly. I didn’t know what I’m doing, and then when it hit me, I didn’t know how to take it back.”
He spoke these words honestly. Sincerely. You felt that he meant them. That he opened his soul to you, letting you know what he actually felt like.
Yet, despite that, like any other time, his fangs pierced your neck and took, and took, and ate you up.
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Summary: Mingi has never wanted to make things weird between him and his best friend, but it's hard to deny her when she calls him, drunk and horny and begging him to talk her through it
WC: 2.3k
Warnings: drunk sex (kinda), they're both down so bad, nipple play for two seconds, open ending kinda
A/N: Guys, listen...I will have this shit done by the end of the year if it kills me. But I've had a lot going on so please accept this as my apology
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Desperation was something you were very familiar with in many many ways. There was the desperation you felt when trying out for the dance team back in middle school, the way it had driven you to push yourself so hard you sprained your ankle. The desperation you'd felt during that entire recovery just to get back to normal so you could chase your dream again. The desperation you'd felt while applying for your dream university, and the desperation you'd felt when trying to find a decent job after you graduated.
Throughout every single one of those moments, Mingi had been at your side. You'd been best friends since you were kids, and you'd learned early on that you could count on him for anything. Truthfully, you sometimes felt like Mingi was too good to spend time with you. He was so kind and so creative and so goddamn talented that it almost hurt. But no amount of thinking changed the fact that he wanted to stick by your side.
Unfortunately, that also meant that he was the one to carry you home when you got a little too drunk at the bar you and your friends went out to. You were celebrating a birthday in the group, and you weren't the only one to get carried away, but all night Mingi had been keeping a careful eye on you, knowing that you were a lightweight no matter how much you denied it.
He'd dropped you off at your apartment after all was said and done, bringing you water and a snack and only leaving an hour later once he was certain you would be okay. Even so, he made you pinky swear to call him if you needed him for anything.
And really, you hadn't planned on calling him. You weren't so drunk that you couldn't see straight or that you were puking your guts out. You were just dizzy, and way less uptight than you usually were. Okay, maybe you weren't thinking right, because all you'd been able to think about since Mingi had practically carried you home was how good it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, and how pretty he looked when he was so focused on taking care of you.
It was far from the first time you'd had such thoughts about your best friend, but you figured that was probably normal for anyone with a super hot, incredibly kind, really very hot best friend. It was okay, you reminded yourself, because those thoughts were between you and your bed. Nobody else needed to know, and if nobody knew it couldn't make things weird.
But the lingering alcohol in your mind had you forgetting that mantra, because it wasn't even fifteen minutes later before arousal was flooding your senses and your hand found your phone.
It rang a couple of times, and a moment of doubt tried to seep in, but it was quickly shut out by the sound of Mingi's voice.
"Are you okay?" He asked immediately.
"I'm okay. Need your help," You said, pout evident in your voice. Your free hand pushed your shirt up your stomach, fingertips dragging along your tummy, down to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts.
"Should I come back? What's wrong?"
You slid your hand lower, pushing your pants down your hips and tucking your phone against your ear to use the other to get them out of the way.
"I keep thinking about you. Is that wrong?" You asked, closing your eyes as your fingers found their way to your covered core. "You looked so good tonight. You always look good."
You heard his breath hitch, and you sighed in response.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. You couldn't see him, but he was parked outside his apartment, one hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, the other trying not to drop his phone.
He listened to the catch in your voice, the tiny hum you let out, and god he tried not to imagine you in some filthy position underneath him. Certainly not a new thought for him, but one he knew he shouldn't be entertaining in the moment.
"I want you so bad, Min, need you." You were basically whining now, rubbing your clit and slowly soaking through your panties at the thought of him. "Been thinking about you touching me for so long. You would, right? I see how you look at me. Never wanted to make it weird but fuck,"
Mingi grunted out a curse under his breath.
"You're drunk," He reminded you. "You probably won't even remember this in the morning. You should go to sleep."
"Don't leave me like this. Please? Just need to hear your voice, wanna hear you talk me through it." You begged, fingers getting more frantic as you sought out your own pleasure.
Mingi tipped his head back into the headrest, his cock twitching with interest. He was already half hard and getting uncomfortable in his tight pants.
"Promise me you won't regret this," He ordered, voice lower now. The sound of it send a wave of arousal all the way to the tips of your toes and you squirmed in your bed.
"I promise. I swear, I won't regret it. I promise."
The desperation in your voice should have embarrassed you, but you were never embarrassed with Mingi.
He reached down, palming himself through his pants and willing himself to last when you sounded so fucked out and he hadn't even said anything yet.
"Are you still wearing your pajamas?" He asked, squeezing his bulge and biting back a groan. You hummed affirmatively. "Take them off, want you naked for me baby."
You didn't hesitate to do as he said, putting your phone on speaker and shuffling around on your bed until you could kick all of your clothes away.
"Good job, baby," He hummed, and you couldn't hold back a surprised whimper at his praise. "That's what you like? My baby likes when I'm nice to her?"
You gasped, fingers slipping between your wet folds as he spoke.
"Yeah, like that." You agreed, nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you.
"Can you play with your nipples for me? Wanted to forever."
Mingi worked his pants down until he could pull his aching dick out of his boxers, stroking himself slowly. He was already leaking precum, but who could blame him when the girl he'd been pining after for years decided to call him up and beg him to fuck her?
You listened eagerly, both hands coming up to knead your breasts before circling your thumbs around your hardening nipples. You gasped softly, flicking over them back and forth a couple times before twisting them a little harder. You could hear Mingi's breathing as it picked up, his ears trained on each tiny gasp and whine that you let out.
"Move your hands down. Want you to touch your sides. They're sensitive, right?" He didn't have to ask to know. He'd found that out completely on accident back in college and it lived in the back of his mind, sparking far too much interest in what other reactions he could pull out of you.
You slid your hands down lower, along the curve of your chest, down your sternum, then up along your sides with feather-light touches that made you squirm. You dragged your nails dully along your side, then down your stomach, wishing beyond anything you could fully comprehend that it was Mingi touching you like this, that his hands were exploring you. You moaned pathetically, a broken keen of his name.
"I'm here, pretty girl, don't worry. You're doing so good for me." Mingi grunted out. He'd been trying to resist touching himself, too afraid that he'd blow the second you opened your mouth, but his cock was throbbing and leaking and simply begging for his attention, and he couldn't deny it anymore. He wrapped his hand around his length, jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.
"Want you to open your legs nice and wide for me," He told you, listening to the rustle of the sheets as you moved. "Go ahead and touch your thighs. How's that feel?"
Your back arched, chasing some sort of friction now that your thighs were separated, and your hands stroked along the insides of them, kneading the flesh the way you liked.
"Not good enough. Need you, don't wanna do it myself." You huffed.
"I know, but I can't come back yet. Just gotta take care of your pussy for me, okay? I'll make it up to you, I promise." He purred, and you relaxed, his voice running through you like molten lava.
"Can I touch myself, Min? Please?" You asked, and he shivered at the desperation in your voice. He'd never heard you like this before, and whatever string of self control that was keeping him from taking you every time he saw you was beginning to snap.
"Go ahead, baby, play with your clit for me." He ordered firmly now, stroking himself faster. Your hand flew to your core, fingers circling your clit and spreading your wetness against it. You let out the most debauched whimper of relief at the feeling, hips jolting as you moved fast and hard, still too intoxicated to be skilled with your fingers and not entirely caring when you could hear the sound of Mingi's hand around his cock, and his breath picking up.
"God, you're so wet." He groaned, tipping his head back against the headrest again. He could hear you, and what he wouldn't give to have you on his tongue, or have your walls wrapped like a vice around his dick. His head was fogging up with thoughts of you, your scent and your pretty lips and the way you said his name.
"Mingi, can I put them inside?" You asked, fingers dipping closer to your entrance before pulling back to strum against your clit again. "Wanna be full of you. Wish you were here, need your dick so bad."
Any shame you'd felt upon calling him in the first place was gone, and he was going absolutely batshit about it.
"Go ahead baby, let's see how many you can take." He urged. You didn't hesitate to slide two fingers into yourself, wincing a little at the immediate stretch, but the burn felt so good you didn't care. You rocked your hips up to meet each thrust of your fingers, starting slow before becoming a little more frantic, pushing them all the way to the third knuckles. You were soaking yourself, fingers curling up against the spot that had your head spinning.
You were hardly aware of the way you were babbling his name, begging him for more as you managed to squeeze a third finger into yourself.
"Good girl, keep going. Sound so pretty, can't wait to have you on my dick." He stroked himself faster, harder, knowing he was nearing his end. He wanted to drag this out, but he was struggling to deny himself the satisfaction of finally getting off to the sound of you begging for him. This had to be a dream, he hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of blessing, but there you were, fingering yourself dumb for him anyway.
"Close," You warned him, grinding your palm into your clit. Your fingers weren't usually enough, but the sound of him on the line, the image of his large frame engulfing you as he split you open. God, and his hands, they were so much bigger than yours, would fill you up so much better. You didn't even register your orgasm building as high as it did until you were dangling from the edge, thighs shaking with the exertion of bucking your hips up into your hand. "Mingi, I need to cum, please can I?"
The sound of you, breathless and begging and audibly wrecked was too much for him.
"Please cum for me," He groaned, voice tight as he bit back his own orgasm, pushing his limits just to hear the way you nearly sobbed his name. Your orgasm shook through you, fingers messily working yourself through it and pushing it as long as you could, and Mingi couldn't take it.
He spilled into his hand, strings of his own cum spilling over his fingers and onto his pants. He sighed, jerking himself through it despite the mess and imagining that it was you he was making a mess on. When the bliss cleared in his mind, he realized that you were still there on the other end, still breathing hard and presumably coming down from your own high.
There was silence for a few moments, and guilt weighed in his mind as he wiped his hand off on one of the spare tissues he kept in his car. You didn't speak either, too buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm, and your mind weighing heavy with sleep.
"Mingi?" You said finally, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Will you come back? Don't wanna sleep alone."
He listened to your voice, so heavy with sleep, and so free of any concern about what had just happened. He wanted to argue that it was a bad idea, but despite everything, the two of you still felt so normal. He hummed.
"Give me a little bit, I'll be there soon." He promised, not mentioning that he needed to clean himself up and change his clothes before he could drive back. You didn't argue, just mumbled an okay, and a quiet 'I love you'. That was so normal for both of you, but this time it felt different, and Mingi had to wonder if that was all in his head.
copyright 2024 coupsie-daisies, all rights reserved
Plot: During your bi-monthly movie night with the guys, Yunho, your long time friend and secret crush, decides to finally make a move.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Detailed Kissing, mild touching. Not nsfw or smut, but hinting at that direction. 18+ only please.
A/n: This is the first fic in which I am getting a bit more detailed with kissing/suggestive content, so I hope you like it. Note: I will not write nsfw/smut detailed content.
Words: 3.4k
After grabbing the final bowl of popcorn you headed into the living room. Everyone was finding their spots as you moved to your favorite corner of the large couch.
As you began to settle, Wooyoung moved to sit beside you, but Yunho appeared as well. You watched as Yunho wordlessly tapped Wooyoung's shoulder before waving his hand, gesturing for him to go somewhere else.
As Wooyoung let out an annoyed whine before moving over to sit beside Yeosang, you felt your heart flutter as Yunho grinned at you as he sat down beside you.
You smiled at him with light amusement, trying to ignore your increasing heart rate and warming cheeks due to his actions. Yunho often sat beside you, but if someone else sat next to you first he would just sit somewhere else. This was the first time he made sure he sat beside you.
While Yunho got comfortable beside you, you pushed away your hopeful thoughts, assuming you were looking for something that wasn't really there. Though, the proximity of Yunho's body next to yours was unusually close. Much closer than normal. Glancing beside Yunho, you noticed almost a foot of space between him and San.
He didn't have to be this close, so why was he? Your heart fluttered again as you moved your attention to Wooyoung and Hongjoong arguing about which movie to play first.
As Yunho chuckled at them, he pushed himself further into the couch, his arms noticeably pressing against yours, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.
When Hongjoong and Wooyoung finally decided on a movie, you managed to concentrate on it as it played. At least for a short time, up until Yunho nestled himself closer to you as he moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.
Your felt your breath catch as your heart skipped a beat. You resisted glancing over at him, not wanting him to see how his actions affected you.
You had sat like this before, hell you two had cuddled a hundred times. But ever since you realized you had feelings for your best-friend, every time felt different now, a form of pleasant torture.
You forced yourself to focus on the movie, but as hard as you tried, your mind kept drifting back to Yunho's arm draped around your shoulder. And you couldn't help but notice the way he seemed to press circles into your shoulder with his fingers absentmindedly.
Although your stomach was in a constant flutter, you allowed yourself to relax more into the couch. And you finally began to grow comfortable again, until the second movie began to play, and San decided he wanted to lie down.
He stretched himself out, purposefully pushing Yunho against you with a playful grin. Yunho playfully smacked him, making San chuckle, but as San relaxed himself, you noticed Yunho did not move away from you. His arm had moved from your shoulders and was now wrapped around your waist, and you felt like one slight movement towards him would put you on his lap.
Your heart was racing as your neck burned hot. Did this not affect him at all?
You reminded yourself with a soft breath that it used to not bother you either. You used to never notice how close the two of you would get sometimes. But now you seemed hyper aware of every action, of every touch.
Wanting to relieve yourself of some of this torture, you started to adjust yourself so you weren't invading his space so much, you tried to position your legs comfortably, but as Mingi sat on the ground in front of you, you couldn't quite do it.
Suddenly, Yunho reached over with his free arm, grabbing your legs, and lifting them. He pivoted you until you were turned more towards him, your legs draped across his lap. The arm around your waist, held you closer as he moved himself towards you again, pressing the two of you together into the corner of the couch. You were about 70% on top of him, as he held you in his arms.
Your eyes locked with his as he finished adjusting the two of you. You knew your face must have appeared stunned as Yunho smiled in amusement. Something seemed to sparkle in his eyes, something almost mischievous, before he covered it up with an innocent and quizzical hum.
Pulling you closer so you were against his chest, your heart raced as you weren't sure what to do. He placed his attention back on the movie with a simple clearing of his throat, as if what he did didn't affect you. This was different than normal, tonight his actions almost seemed calculated, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
Did he become aware of your feelings? Was he teasing you? Or maybe he felt the same? Or, maybe it was just your cuddle loving best-friend being a bit clingier tonight.
As your heart and mind raced, Yunho kept his hand on your waist, holding you against him, his other hand gripping your thigh lightly. Occasionally, his hands would lightly squeeze, and every single time, your heart jolted.
No matter how much your heart or mind raced, you found yourself relaxing into him. No matter how much his touch drove you crazy, you felt comfortable in his arms.
Whether he was doing it on purpose or not, you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace as the night went on.
As it grew later into the night, all the snacks had been eaten, and the last movie was played. Seonghwa had turned the lights off, leaving the living room dark apart from the light from the television screen.
Wooyoung, Mingi and Hongjoong were half asleep, as the others casually watched the movie while playing on their phones or chatting quietly.
You were still lying against Yunho, having not moved since he first pulled you against him. Not just because you didn't want to move, but because he wouldn't let you. Any time you adjusted or slightly moved, his grip would tighten, as if he feared you were going to get up.
As the late-night chill began to settle, you felt a shiver radiate through you, you felt yourself leaning into Yunho for warmth. Yunho glanced down at you, having noticed. Reaching over, he tapped San who lazily looked over, obviously having been on the verge of sleep. Yunho motioned for one of the blankets on the edge of the couch.
You looked over as Yunho moved, seeing him taking a blanket from San before opening it to place it over the two of you.
You felt your heart flutter as you realized he must have noticed you were getting colder. After fixing the blanket over the two of you he held you a bit closer as he brought his mouth near your ear.
"Better?"
Another shiver ran up your spine, but not because of the cold. Glancing up, you caught his eyes and nodded with a soft smile. He smiled in return, and you swear you saw his gaze flick to your lips for a moment.
You looked away from him quickly, missing the soft smirk playing on his lips as he continued to watch you for a moment.
Yunho knew you must have noticed his change behavior by now. With the way you would freeze, or your breath would catch anytime he moved to hold you closer.
He needed to be more obvious with his feelings for you to really notice how he felt about you. The two of you were already so close, his past actions seemed normal, so he decided to be a bit riskier with his touches.
Ever since he noticed how you started to be a bit more distant or react to his touch more than you had before, he realized your feelings had changed. And now he knew it was finally his chance to show you he felt the same, that he had for a long time.
Yunho was emotionally intelligent, and he knew exactly what he wanted, and needed to say to you, but anytime he wanted to, he felt it was too hard. So, he decided to let his actions speak louder than his words, in hopes you would understand, finally, how he felt. How you made him feel.
With his actions tonight, you would know now, just how your touch had affected him for so long. How every time you rested your head on his shoulder his heart would flutter. Or how you would wrap your arms around him in a hug, his breath would catch. How every time you were close to him, he wanted to reach out and hold you.
It had been torture for him for so long, and now you were feeling the same. He wanted it to end for the both of you, and become something so much more.
Gently, Yunho's fingers began rubbing circles into your side, gradually, the movement caused your shirt to rise until his fingers were touching your skin, but still, he didn't stop. His other hand seemed to be squeezing your thigh absentmindedly as he continued to watch the movie, seemingly paying you no mind.
His touches were driving you crazy, but was worse was that you were still unsure if he was doing it on purpose or not. You wanted to believe he was, that way you would know he felt the same. But you two had been far too comfortable with each other during your friendship for you to know for sure if this was different.
You hadn't realized you let out a sigh, but Yunho did. He smiled softly to himself, wondering just how crazy he was driving you. You seemed to be avoiding his gaze, trying your best to ignore his actions. Maybe you still didn't get it.
Your breath caught as Yunho's hand slid from your thigh, slowly up your waist, his fingers gently grazing until he found your hand resting against your stomach. Taking your hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours to hold your hand.
From the positioning of your hands, you were certain he must feel the way your heart was beating painfully in your chest. Slowly, you moved your head from his shoulder to look up at him, only to find him already looking at you.
You froze as his eyes locked with yours, he had a soft smile on his lips. A knowing one, one that told you he did know what he was doing. As the light from the tv lit up his face you saw his eyes shifting around your face, as if he was admiring you. His gaze paused on your lips before he met your eyes again.
Yunho could see the unspoken confusion in your gaze, the questions racing through your mind. His smile grew just a bit as he pulled you a bit closer and squeezed your hand.
His face continued to grow closer, before you felt his breath brush your lips, his nose pressing gently against yours. There was a subtle smile still present on his face as his eyes remained locked with yours.
At an almost agonizingly slow pace, his lips pressed against yours. A gentle, soft kiss, before he pulled away just to look into your eyes. Seeing how you would react. You were obviously stunned but made no move to pull away or tell him to stop. So he leaned in again, the kiss more affectionate this time. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself melt into him, your mind going blank.
Slow, yet determined, his mouth explored yours. His tongue gently grazed your lips as if he was uncertain to go further. His hand around your waist pulled you closer to him as his other hand gripped your own tightly. The kiss became a little sloppy as Yunho had a hard time restraining himself. As badly as he wanted to show you just how much he wanted you, he was still aware of the others in the room.
With a soft tug of your bottom lip as he pulled away, he let out a soft restrained breath. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. Releasing your hand, he brought his hand up to gently caress your cheek.
Leaning closer, he pressed his cheek against yours as he whispered softly, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."
Pulling away he saw the shock in your gaze, as if you truly did not expect him to have had feelings for you, let alone for a long time. He smiled softly.
Your mind was racing with various thoughts, questions, and screaming. Unable to find words to express yourself, you found yourself repressing a flustered grin as you pressed your face into Yunho's neck to hide your shy embarrassment.
Yunho let out a silent chuckle as he cupped the back of your head, pressing a kiss to the top of it. Your reaction was endearing, and all he wanted was to hold you and express to you just how much he cared for you.
Hearing Wooyoung make an annoyed comment at the movie, your heart jumped. You had almost forgotten the others were there. Looking around, you were glad to find no one paying you any attention, half of them being asleep now.
Sparing a shy glance up at Yunho he was grinning down at you. Looking around himself, he met your eyes again before suddenly leaning down and kissing you again.
You barely caught the gasp that tried to escape. He pulled away and smiled teasingly before he looked around again. Meeting your eyes, he gently cupped your chin as he leaned forward. His lips barely brushed yours before he pulled you into another kiss.
This time the kiss was not restrained, his tongue pushed past your lips as he explored your mouth. Your heart jolted at the action as your hands gripped his shirt. His hand on your waist tightened as if he was losing a battle with himself. His hand moved from your face to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss even more.
You found it hard to breath as you almost saw stars from the desperation behind his kiss. A loud noise from the movie allowed you to pull yourself from the gradual loss of awareness. Pushing Yunho lightly, he pulled away. He repressed his panting breaths, not wanting to draw attention.
His eyes met yours and you saw a bit of guilt behind them, as he realized he had let himself go a bit too much.
You looked around to see you had still not drawn an attention to yourself. Meeting Yunho's eyes again you smiled softly out of shyness, and he smiled in return.
Yunho swallowed harshly, reminding himself he needed to hold back. You responded well to his actions, but you were not alone.
As Hongjoong began speaking to Wooyoung and Jongho, Yunho pulled away from you a bit. His hand remained on your waist, as he gently took your other hand in his own.
Yunho wished the movie would go faster as he gently played with your fingers underneath the blanket. You shared a few bashful and longing looks for the rest of the movie.
Yunho risked a few kisses to your temple and cheek, causing you to only sink further into the couch out of shyness and fear of being caught. Every time, Yunho repressed a proud and teasing chuckle.
When the movie finally came to an end, Seonghwa flicked on the lights in hopes of waking those who fell asleep. A chorus of groans filled the room as the lights burned your eyes.
Yunho, though reluctantly, let go of you and pulled away, so that no one noticed just how close you had gotten by the end of the night.
Your mind raced with questions to ask Yunho. How long had he liked you? Did he already know about your feelings? Why did he decide to make them known tonight?
Your heart also burned with want, you wanted him to kiss you more, to hold you close again. You almost felt shameful, but the way Yunho kept finding your gaze and matching it with his own almost lustful stare told you it was not you alone who felt it.
After helping to clean up, some decided to stay the night at Seonghwa's rather than making the journey home. Yunho volunteered to walk you home, since you lived only a short walk away.
Your heart jolted at his offer, but it came as no surprise to the others. You said your goodbyes before you and Yunho began walking down the road. Yunho wasted no time in taking your hand in his.
You smiled over at him as he grinned. All of your questions came rushing to mind again, but you weren't sure where to start.
"Yunho-"
"Three years."
You looked at him with a questioning gaze as he smiled. "That's how long I've had feelings for you."
You were shocked, hesitating in your steps for a moment. "Three years?!"
He chuckled softly, "I knew your feelings hadn't changed, so I didn't bother to say anything."
You looked down at your feet as you walked, guilt racing through you. "Then….how did you know my feelings did change? And when?"
He thought for a moment, "I started to notice you acting more reserved or shy around me a few months ago, especially when we were close, physically."
You felt your ears burning as Yunho smiled slyly at you. "At first I wasn't sure if I was looking for something that wasn't there. But eventually I figured out it was what I thought. So, I decided to do something about it."
"Tonight was you doing something about it?" You let out a soft laugh as he nodded. "Why not just ask me on a date, or tell me?"
He hummed, "I guess I wanted to tease you a bit." He smirked at your soft glare at him. "I had been dealing with the torture of being close to you without getting to do anything, so I thought…"
You stopped walking, "You thought I deserved to feel it too?"
Yunho hesitated for a second. Should he have thought about it more? Was it going to make you angry?
Smacking his shoulder with an annoyed expression Yunho let out a laugh. "I'm sorry." He pulled you towards him as he looked into your eyes. "I guess it was a little petty. But…I liked how you reacted."
You glared at him, your heart and stomach fluttering heavily at his words. He leaned closer to you, brushing his nose against yours, he questioned you with his eyes, and when your already forced glare faltered and you repressed a smile, he dove in for a kiss.
His hand cupped the back of your head as he kissed you almost hungrily. With no others around to possibly see you, he allowed himself to pull you closer, his hand travelling down your back and resting just above your hips as his fingers dug into your skin.
Pulling away, he smiled at you while licking his lips, repressing the urge to kiss you again, he took your hand in his once again and started to walk with you.
You were flustered by his quick changing actions, as your heart raced, and face burned hot.
As you turned down a street, you looked around confused. "My house is the other way."
You could see a smile spread on his face, "I know. We aren't going to your house."
"Then where are we going?"
"My house."
He glanced back at you, a soft smirk on his face as his eyes seemed heavy, a hunger in them you felt twist your stomach in excitement.
You didn't refuse him as you allowed him to lead you down road after road, the streets becoming familiar again as you got closer and closer to his apartment building.
Your chest was heavy with anxiety, as your heart and stomach fluttered with anticipation. This wasn't how you imagined a relationship with Yunho beginning, but you really weren't complaining. Both of you had tortured yourselves with silent pining for long enough.
Yunho's thoughts echoed your own, but with a hunger he couldn't repress. Three years was too long for Yunho to go slow in this relationship. He wanted to be in the middle before you even began. He had adored you, craved you, and loved you for long enough. It was your turn to understand just how much.
xx End xx
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genres/content: action, agent au, mafia au? rivalry, leader bang chan, angry seonghwa, y/n is san's weakness lol
Warnings: profanity, violence, weapons, suggestive content!! please take care of yourselves <3
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Synopsis: Tonight's mission is in your hands, and you're eager to prove that you're capable of handling it on your own. Unfortunately, your plans are interrupted a bit sooner than you expected.
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"I've got eyes on him," you mumble, pretending to fix your diamond earring as you adjust your earpiece. Surveying from the platform of the mansion's grand staircase, your eyes follow a man in a black suit as he turns the corner and disappears down a far hallway.
Chan's sigh rings in your earpiece. "Be careful."
"I can handle myself. Trust me."
"I trust you, Y/N. You know that. It's everyone else that I don't trust. It's your first time unaccompanied," Chan says.
"Like I said, I can handle it. Besides, the boys are always out by themselves and they're just fine." If you could see Chan right now, you know he'd be pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress, holding back from giving you a lecture on why your situation is different from theirs. You know his concern is out of love, and he would blame himself if anything were ever to happen to you. But this is your chance to prove yourself. Tonight, you'll be participating in an auction to get your hands on the Cromer, a powerful artifact that can control time. It's been rumored that ATEEZ has their sights set on it as well, so Chan had you do as much research on them as possible. Unfortunately for you, they're quite good at covering their tracks and keeping their identities under wraps. You know only a few of their names and faces, so you'll need to be extra careful about your approach to this.
The auction will begin in about an hour, and you'd rather not hear a lecture from Chan. "I'm going in," you whisper. Your black dress flatters your figure perfectly, and you're excited to show it off tonight. With a deep breath, you make your way down the staircase, your heels silent on the expensive red carpet.
Clusters of people stand together around the large space, sipping champagne and chatting amongst themselves. Many wives have separated into groups away from their husbands, who go on and on about their latest business ventures and investments. Understandable—how boring. You greet some people as you go, your charming smile in effect as their eyes land on you. One woman compliments your dress as you pass by, and you enthusiastically return her compliment, telling her that her own dress brings out her eyes. She blushes and tells you it's custom made, which basically means "my dress is worth twice as much as the average person's monthly paycheck."
You continue to weave through the crowds and admittedly get a bit distracted, still thinking about the woman's compliment. As you turn into the hallway you witnessed your target disappear into, you bump straight into an oncoming person. A strong arm wraps around your waist before you can lose balance on your high heels.
"Woah there, doll. Straying too far, are we?" A tall man with dark hair looks down at you, his eyebrows raised.
Park Seonghwa. Just the man you were looking for.
"My apologies sir," you say quietly, feigning innocence and avoiding his eyes. His arm leaves your waist after steadying you. "I was wandering in hopes of finding a vacant room to lie down...I'm afraid I've had a bit too many drinks too early in the night." You stumble for dramatic effect, hoping he'll eat up your lies. "I have to sober up before the auction," you say, shaking your head. "Daddy will throw a fit if I spend all his money tonight."
The man looks amused. "Yeah? Better be careful, princess."
"I can handle myself," you say for the second time tonight, stepping closer to trace the pads of your manicured fingers over the fabric on his chest. He tilts your chin up gently, and you meet his intense gaze. He's breathtaking. Suddenly, you have an idea that seems much more fun than your previous plans.
Sorry Chan, you think as you press yourself against Seonghwa.
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You didn't find anything of importance on Seonghwa's person, but you did manage to slip a tracking device into his suit pocket. Chan should be able to access his location any minute now.
You enter the auction room fifteen minutes before the event is scheduled to start, scanning the tables for your seat. It's dimly lit, a majority of the lighting coming from a screen behind the stage. You don't see Seonghwa seated anywhere yet.
"And what are the starting bids on you, lovely?" a low voice asks, breath tickling your ear. You turn to look at the owner of the voice, his strong facial features almost as striking as his neatly-styled red hair. He's practically undressing you with his eyes, and you can't say you hate it.
"Whatever you've got to offer, pretty boy," you reply sweetly. He smirks, pleased with himself as one of his hands finds your waist.
"My friend says you're not as innocent as you look."
"Pardon?" you ask. The man turns you around, your back against his broad chest as his free hand reaches up to your ear. Before you know it, your earpiece is on the ground in front of you, crushed beneath a polished designer shoe. Looking up, you see that the shoe belongs to none other than Park Seonghwa. Of course they're working together.
You freeze as something cold presses to the exposed small of your back.
Fuck.
"One wrong move and you're done for, princess," the man with red hair says calmly, lowering himself back down to your ear. "Try to cause a scene and innocent people will pay the price."
You take a deep breath before nodding your head in submission. You slowly turn back around and watch as he returns his gun to his shoulder holster, his expensive blazer completely concealing it. No one around you sees the ordeal, too distracted and eager to spend their money. The man then puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the auction room. Seonghwa follows close behind, making sure you aren't able to slip away. You have no idea if he is armed at this point in time.
You're led into a large meeting room at the very end of the upstairs corridor, the bright moonlight seeping through the open balcony doors and illuminating the glossy wooden table at the center of the room. You catch a glimpse of the pretty garden below the balcony before the man guiding you throws you to the floor. You can feel the bruises forming on your knees instantly.
You don't dare fight back yet—your training in hand-to-hand combat doesn't do shit when your opponents are armed with guns, of course. You would attempt it if he were alone, but with Seonghwa present and potentially armed, you'd rather feel the situation out.
God, Chan will never let you out onto the field again. He's probably losing his mind now that you've lost contact with each other. Not to mention the fact that you were busted before you even had a chance to get what you came here for. The auction is going to start any minute, and now you're certain there are other ATEEZ members in the auction room that are ready to claim the Cromer instead of you.
You're angry with yourself for not being more prepared with your own weapon, but your favorite handgun unfortunately didn't fit under your dress of choice. You sigh to yourself. At least you look good in it.
"Give it up, sweetheart. We know what's going on here," the man with red hair says. Seonghwa locks the door behind him before speaking.
"I saw your wolf tattoo, and I've seen only one other just like it. You're working with Bang Chan," he states, is emotions unreadable.
No. You had forgotten to conceal your waist tattoo since your dress fully covers it. You hadn't expected to completely remove your dress tonight. Rookie mistake. You should expect everything.
"All this over a tattoo?" You eye him, downplaying the situation.
"How brave of you to interfere with our operation by yourself," the other man comments, ignoring your previous sentence. "No back up here to save you, huh?"
"Oh, you don't really believe she's here alone, do you, San?" Seonghwa asks. Choi San. You recognize that name. Seonghwa comes over to you, a completely different aura surrounding him now. He's intimidating, gripping your chin with much more force than he had earlier. "Be a good girl and tell us where your friends are, yeah? Don't make things difficult." A chill runs down your spine at his threat.
"I'm not here with anyone," you state. It's the truth. Even though Chan had insisted he wait in his car nearby, you convinced him to stay and monitor operations from your base. If you don't make contact within the next hour or two, he'll know something is wrong and follow Seonghwa's location.
"Wrong answer, princess." He grips your hair harshly and you wince. "I have a hard time believing that they would put you in a situation like this without back up. Where are they?"
It's sweet of him to underestimate you, honestly. You got yourself into this situation, and you're sure as hell going to get yourself out. You're already halfway done formulating your escape plan. "I said they're not here," you answer again. He lets go of your hair with a hiss.
"It would pain me to ruin such a pretty face...I think we'll let the boss deal with you."
The boss? Chan told you that no one knows the leader of ATEEZ—it's safe to assume that anyone who's seen him hasn't lived to tell the tale. You're not sure if he'll have any mercy at all to offer you. But maybe these two still have some in them.
"No, please!" you plead, your fists balled up as they rest on your thighs. "If I tell you where they are, will you go easy on me?" You let your head hang low, looking at the floor. San lowers himself in front of you and you find his eyes. You blink, letting a few tears slip down your cheeks.
"Sure, doll face. We will." You look away from him to briefly meet eyes with Seonghwa. He still stands at full height, arms crossed as he looks down at you. Perhaps it's your tears making your vision blurry, but you swear his gaze softens at the sight of you. You look back to San, sniffling.
"You promise?"
Now, never ever would someone in their right mind trust a promise from someone like them. But you're not planning on following through with your own side of the promise, either. Two can play at this game. You would never jeopardize the safety of SKZ...you told Chan you could handle yourself and you meant it.
"Promise," San says. He's truly something else, radiating such strong and convincing charm. You would fall for his promise in a heartbeat if you didn't know who he really was.
As you slowly rise from your knees, San stands with you. "They made me do it," you confess, more tears spilling from your eyes and taking your favorite mascara with them. "They said they would kill me if I didn't," you whisper, looking away.
"It's okay, doll," San says, coming closer to comfort you. You flinch before he touches you. "Just tell us where they are, okay? We'll help you." You bury yourself in his chest, your frame shaking in his arms as you cry quietly.
Your best performance yet, if you say so yourself.
After a long minute in his embrace, you begin to pull away. In the process, you grab the gun out of San's shoulder holster and hold the barrel to the center of his chest. He curses under his breath, raising his arms in defeat. You slowly step backwards, turning your aim to Seonghwa as a warning not to try anything, and then returning your aim to San. Seonghwa makes no attempt to grab for anything, so now you know for a fact that he is unarmed.
"I told you the first time that there's no one here with me." You smile. "But it's nice to discover that you both have a heart."
"Tell Chan we said hi," Seonghwa replies, irritated.
"Of course, it would be rude of me not to. It's truly been a pleasure, boys." You give Seonghwa a wink. "We'll meet again, right? Maybe you can introduce me to your boss next time."
You've backed up far enough to step onto the balcony, assessing the situation above and below. The garden below is deserted now that the auction has started, but it's a far drop to the ground. There is another balcony above you, but it seems a bit too high for you to escape to. You're trapped, so you're going to have to pull this off fast to avoid getting hurt.
All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat as you throw the gun over the railing into the garden. If you slip up, they could get their hands on it again, and you cannot let that happen. You'll fight the real way if you must.
As soon as it leaves your hands, the men launch at you. You quickly dodge them, ducking under San's punch and managing to sweep Seonghwa's leg, knocking him to the ground. Now that they're both on the balcony, you run back inside, shutting the french doors and locking them behind you. You know it will barely do anything to set them back—they could easily break them down if they wanted to. Through the glass, you watch as San pulls Seonghwa off the ground and looks at you. He doesn't make an immediate effort to get inside.
Is he letting you go?
You shouldn't wait around any longer to find out. You blow him a kiss before taking your exit out into the main hall.
But after stepping out, you see why they let you go...
Summary: You find out your friends that you always thought saw you as "one of the boys" didn't exactly see you like that.
Pairing: OT8 x female!reader
Words: this is like the 3rd orgy that I write, you'd think I had one in the past but I have not
Genre: Smut
tags: @woosanbby @hwalysm
⚠️If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️
You, Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho had been friends forever. You met as kids because you lived near each other and grew up together. The four of you were inseparable, and the thought of growing up and being sexually attracted to each other wasn't a problem because they made sure to specify to all of the partners that came and went that they did not see you as a girl when it came to the way you behaved with each other. And while that was fine with you for the most part, you did wish they saw you as a woman, because getting tackled by men who grew up to be almost 2 meters tall wasn't a fun time.
In high school, five other boys joined your group: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. They were incredible people, all different but you loved them all, and you enjoyed the time you spent together.
However, the recent additions caused a huge fight. You felt comfortable around the eight boys in general, but you didn't feel as comfortable as you did with Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho. You felt a little self-conscious when you all hung out and acted like one of them: play fighting, taking off whatever piece of clothing you were uncomfortable in, sleeping together when there were sleepovers, sharing intimate or private stuff that was on your mind... Nonetheless doing these things with guys you weren't well acquainted with was awkward. Sure, you had walked bare-assed in front of Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, but that was just another Saturday for you.
The awkwardness and discomfort lead you to find some different friends, a group of girls that welcomed you when they saw you walking home alone after you had told the boys that you wouldn't be meeting them at Hongjoong's house that night. The original three boys you grew up with were beyond upset. They felt like they were being replaced, they missed you and they didn't understand why you were quietly drifting away. They didn't understand why you were choosing these girls you barely knew over lifelong friends... Was it because they were guys? Was the problem that unsolvable? Had they just lost you forever?
It wasn't until Yunho snapped one day and cry-yelled at you that you explained (in front of the whole group) that you didn't feel as comfortable with the eight of them as you did with the original three boys and it made it impossible to hang out altogether because it felt like there was a certain barrier.
"Y/N, I'm sorry I know this is between the four of you but I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we all have different boundaries... San and Wooyoung are always on each other, cuddling and being mushy but Jongho clearly doesn't like that so they don't include him. Baby steps, Y/N, we're not all the same and enjoy being with you, we can compromise certain things to make you more comfortable... Until we all become closer, that is." Seonghwa, the voice of reason since day one, said, mid-fight.
That night you all got drunk and Yunho cried in your arms because he had missed you so much and then threatened to punch you the very next day if you ever brought up that moment.
Years passed and indeed you began feeling more comfortable around everyone else, and the boys you grew up with understood that although they saw you as an equal, they had to be careful 'cause they were a lot stronger.
Unbeknownst to you, you started becoming a real tease to them as time went by. Wearing their t-shirts, that were big enough to cover most of the "essentials" but still left some of your ass hanging out, whenever your nipples were visible through your shirts, when they could feel your tits press against them...
One particular summer day you were all hanging out, you were wearing one of Seonghwa's shirts and just trying to make a bowl of cereal. Mingi was sitting on the counter, already eating, while you struggled to get to the cereal on the top shelf. Your shirt was rising higher than usual, and Mingi could see your panties, the way they shaped your body, and the way your ass jiggled when you went from tippy toes to standing normally as you reached for the food.
"What are you looking at!?" You had asked.
Mingi then realized he was staring, and he realized what he was thinking of: grabbing your hair, bending you over right there, and fuck the innocence out of you.
"You just look particularly stupid today." He replied, trying his best to give a shitty excuse and not give in to his thoughts. Thankfully he always had good insults on his sleeve.
The staring was becoming increasingly common, and sometimes you caught them but never thought much of it: it had been so long since you'd been hanging out, surely one of them would've made a move if they were interested.
It wasn't until Yunho, fueled by the dirty thoughts in his head, straight up told you that you realized it and put the pieces together.
You were all hanging out in his living room, some watching TV, some gossiping, and some just on their phones. You were sitting beside Yunho, your naked legs on his lap. You weren't paying a lot of attention to him, you were listening to San gossip, until his hands separated your thighs. It was a little nudge, but it was enough to make you extremely aware of his touch.
Yunho felt a fire inside like he couldn't control himself anymore. He had seen you so many times but for some reason that day, he needed you. Your thighs on top of him, your shirt falling just in the right place to tease him, almost exposing your underwear but not giving him a peek of anything, the way you seemed to remain so innocent about everyone's intentions, his hands so, so close... Yunho couldn't help it.
After parting your things his hand slightly gripped the inside of the thigh closest to him. You felt something on the bottom of your stomach, it felt... nice. You didn't stop Yunho. His hand became a little braver, getting further and further up your leg.
Just before he could get to your pussy you gripped his wrist.
"Yunho, what are you doing?"
The question had a million meanings. You wanted to know what he was doing, where he wanted to get at, why he was doing it, why was he doing it in front of everyone...
Obviously what you said attracted all eyes in the room. Yunho gripped your thigh as if punishing you for alerting everyone else.
"Come on, don't act like you don't know that everyone in this room wants to fuck you." Yunho said, brushing your hair with one hand, contradicting the gripping of your thigh with a sweet act.
The room fell silent. The only thing that could be heard were the voices from the TV, and everyone had an undecipherable look on their face.
"What?" Was all you could say.
"I'm saying," Yunho paused and gripped your jaw, forcing you to look around the room "all of us want to fuck you. All of us."
You scoffed, surely he was taking the piss.
"Come on Yunho, stop joking."
He wrapped his large hands around your waist, picked you up, and put you down on his lap. Yunho rolled his hips up, so you could feel his hard cock.
"Does that feel like a joke?" He whispered in your ear.
"N-no..."
For the first time ever you were speechless around them. Your thighs were pressed together, you felt hot, and couldn't look anyone in the eye.
"Is... Is what he said true?" You asked, still unable to look at anyone.
Yeosang, that had been sitting beside you, grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
"Everyone in this room wants to use you like the whore we know you are."
While you were looking at Yeosang, you felt a pair of hands grab your thighs. You had been pressing them together, but stopped doing so, so the person you then recognized to be Seonghwa could spread them apart.
"Can we do it?" Seonghwa asked, his hand getting closer and closer to your core.
"Yes." You spoke without thinking. You didn't consider the aftermath or any other thing, you just said what you were feeling.
Seonghwa hooked one finger on the hem of your panties and pushed them to the side. His tongue worked on your pussy as Yunho's big hands trailed up your body and played with your breasts. Yeosang kissed you and your neck roughly.
You felt exposed, you felt watched, and you loved it. You loved the attention, you loved that you couldn't even count how many hands were on you.
You moaned into the kiss you shared with Yeosang as Seonghwa inserted one finger in you and kept eating you out. Yunho pinched your nipples and you arched your back in reaction.
You heard multiple groans echo in the room coming from the other boys.
Yunho was continuously grinding on your ass, and the pressure of his cock against your ass made it impossible not to get desperate. You softly pushed Yeosang away so you could speak.
"Fuck me Yunho, please."
Seonghwa pulled away and gave Yunho space to slide you down to his knees so he could pull out his cock.
"No need to ask twice princess."
Yunho rubbed his cock a couple times before finding your entrance and slamming you down on him. He gave you a couple seconds, before he began moving you up and down. Mingi stood up and removed your shirt so everyone could see your tits bouce, before giving you a quick, rough kiss. The tall man grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock and you began jacking him off as well as possible while being fucked by Yunho, who was absolutely mesmerized by the way your ass bounced against his thighs.
Yunho's hand gripped your throat.
"Look at you getting us off like a good whore, I bet you love being passed around, hm?" Yunho asked, then biting your ear.
You moaned loudly and nodded.
"Fuck, yes- I love it."
You heard Mingi scoff from above, before gripping your chin and making you look up.
"You were right Yunho, she is a filthy whore. We should've used her earlier."
"Don't tire her, we want to fuck her too." San demanded as he jacked himself off painfully slow.
Yunho slapped your ass and picked up the pace.
"Don't worry, she can take it."
The man was holding back, wanted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you, but when he saw Mingi cum all over your chest he came as well, buried deep in you.
Immediately after, San gripped your throat and pulled you up, until you were standing.
"On your hands and knees."
You obeyed his commands and got on all fours on the ground. Wooyoung knelt in front of you, his cock in your face, and San was being you. San was the first to enter you, with a groan. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the place where you two connected as if it was a work of art, and since you couldn't see him, you wondered if San looked as beautiful as he sounded at that moment.
Wooyoung slapped his cock against your cheek.
"Come on baby, open up."
You opened your mouth and began sucking him off as he told you, making sure to maintain eye contact as you did so. Wooyoung grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, as both men found a rhythm to fuck you in.
Wooyoung's face alone was enough to make anyone want to cum: he had his eyebrows furrowed, cheeks red and mouth agape as he looked at you taking his cock. He brushed back his sweaty hair and moaned.
San switched between slapping your ass and gripping your asscheeks with his hands, absolutely loving the way they jiggled every time he trusted into you.
"I bet you love being watched and used by all of us, hm? Just like the pretty little whore you are, fuck, so, so good." San said, hissing and moaning almost after every word.
The eyes on you, the men jerking off to you being fucked, the dirty talk, and the way San was fucking you were too much to handle and you were close. You tapped Wooyoung's thigh so he'd pull out.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum-"
Hongjoong pulled San away from you and replaced his place inside you. You sat up slightly, in a way that you could jerk Wooyoung and San off but could still be fucked by Hongjoong.
"Cum on my cock, come on."
Like as if you were being commanded, you came, and Hongjoong filled you up right after, as he had been edging himself just for that moment.
Upon seeing your pleasure-filled face and hearing your moans as you came, Wooyoung spilled all over your face, followed by San who, as you guessed, looked absolutely beautiful.
Hongjoong pulled out so you could sit on the floor and finish off the last three men. You switched between jerking them off and sucking them off, ready to cum once more not long after, absolutely turned on by the view.
Seonghwa noticed the way you were grinding on the floor.
"Come ride me Y/N. Now."
You got on top on Seonghwa, and began to ride him, still jerking off the other two men. They came on your chest and face, but Seonghwa held off so you could cum again. He played with your clit and, once he felt you tightening around his cock, sat up and helped you bounce on it.
You came and he came at the same time. You were still holding onto his shoulders as you caught your breath together. He tapped your ass, wiped the cum off of your lips with his thumb, and kissed you sweetly.
"You okay?" He asked, with sparkling eyes as if he hadn't just railed you.
"I'm okay, I feel a little exposed but I'm okay."
Yunho helped you up and cleaned you up with his shirt as best as he could.
"Go on and take a shower, I'll find some spare clothes, princess." Yunho said, and kissed the top of your head.
He couldn't help but give your ass a light slap as it jiggled when you walked away, shyly covering your front.
"So is this like, gonna be a regular thing?" San asked.
⇢ genres: childhood friends to almost strangers to lovers, SMUT, fluff, a little angst but literally just a smidge
⇢ warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (i could not help myself with this one), subby-ish seonghwa because we love desperate men around here, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex, cowgirl, reader gets called 'noona' once, creampie (i simply forgot to write in a condom but practice safe sex everyone!)
⇢ word count: 3955
⇢ author's note: well this took a bit longer than expected but i was able to proofread and tie up the loose ends on this fic last night and now here we are! this is also my way of wiggling into writing for ateez more as they are one of my favorite groups 😁 also the song title is based off the song glitter by jamilah barry <3 enjoyyy
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“Did you know your little boyfriend is back in town?”
The question stopped you in mid-sip of your cup of tea as you peered over the rim of the mug at your roommate, Hongjoong. He peered back over his own mug with a little smirk on his face and a lift of his eyebrow.
Slowly bringing the mug down you let out a heavy sigh. “Oh, I’ve only heard the news about a hundred times. Kinda hard to forget, y’know,” You bit back with a sarcastic smile, “Also, he was never my boyfriend. Why does everyone keep saying that shit?”
“Hm, I really don't know,” Hongjoong said with a shrug, taking a drawn out sip from his coffee before speaking again, “It’s not like the guy followed you around like a lost puppy before and you let him. Honestly, I’m a little surprised you two didn't tie the knot right after high school, I was so sure you would be childhood sweethearts turned old, disgusting married couple.”
Hongjoong hissed as your foot kicked at his shin from under the table, glaring at him before you finally downed the contents of your mug. “God, you all are so annoying! First, my own family and now you? I don’t care if he’s in town, okay? We haven't talked in like 5 years and I highly doubt that I’d see him anyways. It’s whatever.” You said exasperatedly, chair scraping against the floor as you got up to place the empty mug into the kitchen sink.
“What if you do see him, though?” Hongjoong asked, the question once again catching you off guard. “What if he hasn't forgotten about you in the slightest in those years you two have spent apart?” He pressed on with a pointed look, watching your mouth open and close as you blinked over at him.
Park Seonghwa, from what you recalled years ago, was a very sweet boy.
You remember the first day you had met him, walking into your elementary homeroom class clinging to his mother with a thumb in his mouth and fat tears rolling down his face as he refused to let her go.
You were only 2 years older than him but still had felt the overwhelming need to protect him from any harm. And that's also how you two became close friends.
When Seonghwa would fall down and scrape his knee or elbow, you were there telling him not to cry while dusting him off and helping him get back up. When he wanted to be like the bigger kids, who were taller and strong enough to get on certain parts of the playground, you were there to encourage him and give him a boost. And when his eyes sparkled with curiosity, wanting to learn more about this and that as he gained new interests, you were there to talk and listen to him ramble on and on about anything and everything.
That Seonghwa was the one you hadn’t seen in years. You had been really good friends leading all the way up to high school and then slowly drifted apart during that time. Once college had begun, it was like he dropped off the face of the earth and you didn't hear from him for a while.
It wasn't like you to be stuck on anybody for too long, you watched many people come and go into your life before. But Seonghwa wasn't just anybody and you couldn't help but wonder about the crybaby often and what he had been up to lately.
Okay so maybe you did care just a little bit that he had come back to town. But did it really matter? After all, neither of you really made the effort to reach out to one another after going your separate ways.
You shook your head, pushing those fleeting thoughts away before you reminisced too deeply. “Like I said, I highly doubt it.” You mumbled with a shrug before turning away, a part of you truly doubtful while a sliver of yourself remained hopeful.
✧
You were home alone the very next day. Usually Hongjoong would be the one to stay inside while you were out and about but he had run off to god knows where and he insisted that you stay at the apartment to relax. “Because you deserve it.” He had told you with a wink.
So, naturally, you were suspicious.
Not that Hongjoong was an untrustworthy person or anything but this almost, overly-nice front he had put on since this morning was just a little off-putting. Before you could really begin to question him, he had already flown out of the door and was barely responding to your text messages.
He did make sure to tell you to listen out for the door, however, as he said he was ‘expecting something’. You had almost forgotten about whatever that ‘something’ would be, hours into the afternoon, until you heard the sound of knocking coming from the front door of your apartment.
Dreading on leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch, you heaved a sigh before getting up from your seat and dragged yourself over to the door to answer it. “Hello-” You swung the door open and were immediately greeted by someone's chest in your line of vision. Your eyes traveled upward and you felt your breath catch in your throat.
“Y/N… It’s good to see you again.”
The man before you looked much different from the last time you had seen him. But even with the big and little changes in his appearance and how he seemed to carry himself differently, you could still tell exactly who he was just based on the look in his eyes.
“Seonghwa,” You gaped, still not entirely sure if you were seeing him in front of you or just hallucinating after watching TV all day, “H-How… How did you…?” You trailed off with furrowed brows as he gave you a sheepish look in return.
“Ah, sorry, this is rather impromptu of me. I bumped into Hongjoong a few days ago when I first got back and he mentioned you two were roommates so…” Now it was his turn to trail off as a small blush formed on his cheeks. You mentally cursed at Hongjoong, finally putting the pieces together that he had set this all up. You didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him.
“I see,” You muttered, reminding yourself to shoot the little mastermind a colorfully worded text later, “Well, please, don't be shy. Come in, come in.” You insisted, a smile spreading across your face genuinely as you stepped to the side for him to enter.
Seonghwa smiled back gently, a sight that made your heart soar as you saw a flash of the boy you used to know appear for a split second before he stepped over the threshold.
✧
It had been hours of just talking and catching up with Seonghwa. You had learned that he was finishing up his last year of college soon, reaching to earn his degree in astronomy, and planned to move out of his dorm and into a place of his own nearby. The university he had attended was well out into the city, roughly 8 hours away, meanwhile you had attended your local college in town and graduated with your art degree about a year or so ago.
“Definitely not as cool as studying the stars and planets, though. I’m like the definition of a starving artist.” You chuckled, albeit a bit bitterly, facing Seonghwa as you propped your elbow over the back of the couch and tucked your legs underneath yourself.
Seonghwa had turned to face you as well but a bit awkward in body language, one leg crossed over the other as his hands remained in his lap stiffly. “Ah, it's not all that interesting. Trust me. Once math is involved, then you’ll see what I mean.” He said, earning another laugh from you that made his shoulders less tense and a fond smile spread on his face.
“You were always the artistic type, though. That’s something I’ve always liked and admired about you. Never afraid to be yourself… Just being able to think of something so creatively, from a vastly different perspective than anyone else, and turning it into something so beautiful. That’s always been pretty cool to me.” He went on, leaving you a bit stunned at his words.
“Hwa…” The old nickname slipped from your lips in a whispered tone and his eyes found yours, locking onto them as a few seconds passed by in stretched silence. Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak again, hesitating at first before licking his lips, and asked, “Can I tell you something?”
Words felt like they would fail you right now so you simply nodded for him to continue. Seonghwa swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again. “I’m really happy that you still remember me. I know that's silly to say because it's only been a couple of years but I wouldn't know how to feel if you acted as if I was a complete stranger…” He said, looking away with an almost pained expression despite the smile still on his face.
“I would never! We were important to each other back then.” You told him, scooting closer to him on the couch as you reached out to place your hand over his own. Seonghwa’s eyes shot down toward the movement, feeling the warmth of you from your body’s proximity and your fingers touching him so delicately, then back up to your face. “And now? He questioned, hopeful, as he placed one of his hands over yours and squeezed.
You squeezed his hand back and sighed. “I was scared of the same thing… that you would forget about me or pretend like you did. Or you would see me and want nothing to do with me so I figured I’d try to avoid you... But after you showed up and we talked, it feels like you never really left at all.” You admitted, feeling Seonghwa subtly shuffle closer to you.
“I thought about you almost all of the time during the years we spent not with each other, Y/N. I don't think I could forget you even if I tried.” He admitted back, similar to the words Hongjoong had said to you the other day. That had to have been something Hongjoong had heard him say when they bumped into each other and you mentally noted to punch the man whenever he got home.
Right now, however, you were going to focus on Seonghwa and what you wanted to do next.
Your hand came up to wrap around the back of his neck and he froze, his body stiffening as you leaned in close until your lips were a breath away from his own. “Tell me if this is okay. I want to show you how important you still are to me.” You murmured, the movement of your lips lightly brushing against Seonghwa’s causing him to exhale shakily.
A quick nod was all the confirmation you needed before diving in, catching his mouth in a deep kiss. You untangled your other hand from his lap and brought it up to join the one around his neck as you pulled him closer, crawling your way into his lap in the process until you were straddling one of his thighs.
Seonghwa’s body shook slightly underneath you, his hands hovering over your sides as if he were hesitating to touch. You pulled away briefly, nibbling at his bottom lip before tugging it and making him groan. “You can touch me.” You said, sensing his hesitation, and started to lick the seam of his parted lips.
He let you in with no resistance, the feeling of your tongue against his wet and probing as his hands gripped onto your waist tightly.
You licked in to Seonghwa’s mouth eagerly as you started to move forward until he was effectively pushed onto his back with ease. Feeling breathless, you parted from his mouth again to catch yourself but started to trail your lips from the side of his face to his neck where you began to bite and suck at the sensitive skin there.
“Y/N…” He gasped before letting out a whiny moan. Your eyes flitted up to his face to take in the sight of Seonghwa— already looking debauched and fucked out, and you barely even started. “What do you want, Hwa?” You mumbled against his skin and he shivered at the sensation.
“Whatever you want. You take the lead. Please.” Seonghwa replied in a strained voice, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline.
When you suddenly pulled away from him and stood up, Seonghwa shot up in panic wondering if he had said something wrong until you put your hand out for him to take wordlessly.
He kept his mouth shut and took it, letting you guide him all the way to your bedroom where you closed the door behind him with a click of the lock, officially sealing your fate together.
“You told me to take the lead, right?” You questioned once you were facing Seonghwa again, slowly approaching him. Your finger traced small shapes onto his chest as you backed him up into the bed, the back of his knees hitting the edge and making him sit down.
His ass hadn't been on the bed for more than 3 seconds before Seonghwa slid off of it and onto his knees in front of you, peering up with wide expectant eyes. “Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll enjoy anything you give me.” His tone of voice sounded airy as he uttered those words and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair as he leaned into your touch.
“You’re already on your knees for me… surely you already had something in mind.” You smirked at him teasingly, watching him shift under your gaze. “Can I…?” He trailed off questioningly as his eyes flickered quickly from your face to the crotch of your sweatpants and back up again. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach seeing how eager he was to please. Eager to please you.
You tugged your sweatpants down until they dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, kicking away the article of clothing before stepping closer to Seonghwa. His breathing had gotten shallow once his eyes fell onto your panty-covered pussy, the thin layer of the material leaving little to the imagination. The small wet spot he could see near the center made his cock twitch, straining against his pants.
Seonghwa’s hands gently grazed along your ankles first, gradually going higher from there to the back of your knees and up the back up your thighs. A small shiver raked through you when his fingers traced the lining of your underwear, slipping under the band a little as he grabbed ahold of your ass.
“A-Ah… Hwa…” You moaned softly when he pressed you forward into his face and placed a lingering kiss onto your mound right where your clit was. You took a step closer to him, pressing his face fully into your pussy now, and what little hold he had of his composure immediately slipped.
Seonghwa groaned as he buried his face into every crevice he could fit into, his long tongue rolling out of his mouth so he could run it along the moist material messily. “Knew you’d taste good,” He mumbled against the inside of your thigh, “Smell good, too. I could only dream about something like this happening in real life.” He added before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking the bud through the fabric. This plus the friction of your panties still covering your pussy was enough to make your body lurch forward a bit.
The back of Seonghwa’s head was now pressed against the edge of the bed, pinned between the comforter as you began to grind against his face.
“You should've told me sooner. I think I like seeing you like this.” You told him with a breathless giggle, swiveling your hips as Seonghwa tried to follow every movement to the best of his ability. He didn't mind it. You were using him to pleasure yourself and he couldn't be any more happier.
His grip on your ass had tightened when he felt you begin to back up and you rubbed your thumb against his wrist to make him loosen his hold. “I just wanna move onto the bed, Hwa.” You reassured him and he reluctantly let go. Despite not being completely bare, the evidence of your arousal shined like a gloss on Seonghwa’s bruised lips when you got a good look at him.
You crawled onto your bed, peeling your shirt and dampened panties off before throwing them somewhere you’d worry about later, and waited for Seonghwa to join you. Realizing your lack of underwear now, he followed along until he was stripped bare and crawled slowly up the bed until he was situated between your spread thighs.
Seonghwa’s eyes stayed locked onto your own as he trailed kisses along the inside of your thigh, bringing his face closer and closer until he could finally taste you without restriction or barriers.
The first swipe of Seonghwa’s tongue starting slowly from your hole up to your clit had your legs spreading out wider for him. And when his plump lips wrapped around your clit sucking earnestly, you felt your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as you reached out to grip his hair roughly.
Seonghwa groaned, muffled by his ministrations, and the vibration of it made your hips buck up. He unlatched himself from your clit briefly only to laser focus his attention on dipping his tongue into your hole to lap up whatever juices started to leak from it.
“Hwa,” His name came out in a shuddered moan as you placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed to get his attention, “I really need you.”
Seonghwa’s response came delayed, spending a couple extra minutes using his tongue to simply savor your taste before he made his way up your body where his mouth came crashing into yours. “You have me, baby.” He panted between open-mouthed kisses as his hand came up between your bodies to grab ahold of his throbbing cock.
“Do I?” You smirked against his mouth, nudging his hand out of the way so you could wrap your own around his length. Seonghwa gasped lightly, bucking up into the tight ring of your fist. “You think you could switch places with me, baby?” You purred as you stroked his cock languidly. It didn't take long for him to carefully flip the two of you over and have you hovering above him.
“Fuck, you're–” Seonghwa breathed out, eyes glued to your face as you rubbed the tip of his dick through your folds, “you’re just as beautiful as I always remembered but this is truly a sight.” He said while trailing his hands along your thighs then higher up to your hips where he held onto them as you lined him up to your entrance.
The breach stung a bit once you started to sink down onto him and Seonghwa rubbed his thumbs gently into your hip bones as you took your time taking him all the way inside of you. “I’m starting to believe that crush everyone keeps saying you had on me.” You sighed out once your pelvic bone met his, moving your hips slowly in small circles as you relished the way Seonghwa felt so deep inside of you.
“Have,” Seonghwa corrected as he tried to keep himself still under your movements, twitching every time he felt your walls constrict around his cock, “I think it was obvious to everyone but you.” He licked at his lips before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when you lifted yourself up momentarily only to sink yourself back down onto him.
Picking up a steady pace now, not going too fast or too slow, you simply enjoyed the way Seonghwa stretched you out and filled you up with every movement of your hips. A whimper-like sound punched out of him when you came back down just a little bit harder, clenching around his cock, and you cooed at the noise. “Poor baby. Am I at least making it up to you well?” You pouted at him with a tilt of your head, smoothing a hand down his chest soothingly.
“Noona,” Seonghwa whined, your body immediately stiffening at the sound of his voice sounding so wrecked, “Please, please go faster.”
You obliged without question, deciding that you would have a chance to tease him another time. You pressed your hand down flat on Seonghwa’s chest and used it as leverage to ride him the way you knew you would both love; bouncing on his dick as he thrusted upward involuntarily to meet the action.
This helps Seonghwa to go a little bit deeper, the head of his cock brushing along your walls just right until he hits directly at the spot that has you quivering above him.
You can barely hold yourself up and soon feel your arm give out as you bow your back and press your foreheads together. “Feel s-so good, baby…” You muttered while staring into Seonghwa’s eyes. His half-lidded gaze stared back briefly before pressing your mouths together in an intimate kiss.
He then caught you off guard by starting to buck up into you, almost frantically, as he wrapped his arms around your body and pressed you to his chest. “Cum with me, please, please, please–” Seonghwa begged, seemingly right on the edge of cumming.
Thankfully you weren't too far behind him with the way he had started to desperately fuck into you. And with the remaining body strength you could muster, you rode him with just as much urgency while still pressed closely to his chest.
Seonghwa had been the first to tip over, pleading over and over again until his voice became slightly hoarse. He stilled himself deep inside of you before you felt warmth filling you up in spurts, a pretty drawn out moan falling from his lips as you clenched around him tightly and followed suit.
You whimpered as Seonghwa helped you ride it out, his hands placed on your waist to help you grind down against him and giving your clit some added friction.
Feeling boneless, but most of all satiated, you finally collapsed against him as he started to rub along your back and traced over your spine. The delicate feeling of his fingers sent a tingle throughout your being that you could only chalk up to the resurfacing of those feelings you had kept hidden so deep within.
Seonghwa attempted to sit up and you grumbled in protest causing a laugh to escape him. “We have to get cleaned up.” He reasoned but you only clung on to him tighter as he rose and had you seated on his lap. “Will you stay afterwards?” You asked quietly, hope laced into your tone with a hint of vulnerability. Because now that you had him in your life again you would be damned to see him go so quickly.
“Of course. I’m not going anywhere without you again.” Seonghwa said, leaning forward to press his lips chastely against your forehead before looking at you with eyes full of love and sincerity.
Those same eyes that always held the stars in them that sparkled like glitter and reassured you that he would be right by your side for as long as you would let him.
pairing: reader x fuckboyidol!san
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 4.1k
warning(s): none for this chapter
“the concert starts promptly at 7:30. make sure they’re ready by 5.”
he threw the keys in your lap, placed a folded paper on the table of your new trailer, and held out his hand. you immediately shook it.
“welcome to the team.”
you beamed proudly and nodded your head aggressively. yes, of course, they would be ready by 5, maybe even 4:30 if you got a head start. but the man proceeded to just stand in your trailer and stare you down.
“with this being your first time working with the boys,” he cleared his throat “i’m going to give a little word of advice before you head to their dressing room.”
he walked over to the couch across from where you sat at your trailer’s kitchen table, and relaxed his arm over its cusion. he stared you down once again, looking into your pupils as if he was scanning for information about you that he didn’t already know, or couldn’t find in your resume.
“there’s eight of them… and some of them are…different. don’t let them get to you.”
you tilted your head and laughed, but only a little. of course, they would each be different; they’re human, after all. why would you need to be warned about something so trivial? “what do you mean by 'different'?”
he kept a thin lipped smile and just exhaled out his nose, silently, keeping the eye contact. “you’ll soon find out.” the man then stood up, straightened his jacket, and headed towards the trailer door. “just…be cautious. we want this tour to go smoothly, okay? no mishaps.”
“now what does that mean?” you wanted to say but you kept that thought to yourself and just held a thin-lipped smile in return, holding a strong thumbs up to let him know yes, of course. because **you weren’t about to risk losing the only job you ever wanted on day one.t
you raised an eyebrow and kept eye contact with him. “no mishaps. i swear it."
—
after dumping out your enormous stash of makeup out of your suitcase, you realized you may have overpacked. every size brush dispersed over at least ten shades of concealer and a mountain of eye shadow palettes looked up at you. but you also knew it was best to not make the rookie mistake of giving these boys the wrong products, let alone the wrong shades.
after almost three years of cosmotology school, thousands of dollars in scholarships, and a handful of temporary salon jobs, you had finally landed your first big gig. and you weren’t going to be just any stylist. you were going to be working for one of the biggest names in music, in k-pop.
kq entertainment was one of the last companies you expected to even glance at your application, let alone accept it, but they were pleasantly surprised with your extensive resume of internships and recommendations from clients at your old job. and besides, they had just lost a series of stylists so they were desperate for someone to work immediately and last-minute. and with you eager to leave a job that could not pay your rent or even just your coffee every week, that made you the perfect candidate.
especially since you graduated top of your class and spent the entirety of your undergrad working as a nail tech and shampooer right after tech school, you had more experience and drive than anyone in the running because most people just worked to pass so they could get a mediocre job at their local hair salon, getting paid maybe 30k a year (if they’re lucky) to dye greying old ladies’ hairlines various shades of brown.
but this..this was your dream. creating something original and getting to express your love of fashion, hair, and makeup to put on a show. and doing that for a group as big as ateez was absolutely surreal.
you didn’t know much about them, besides the fact they were outselling arenas all over the nation. you never paid much attention to guys, anyway, even the ones who sat next to you in class and tried to write notes to you in the margins of your paper. but you were usually too consumed in what was on the board than what the guy next to you was doing. like you said, this was your dream. not the lackluster boys who were definitely failing out of their classes. and besides, those boys were never that memorable in looks, anyway.
closing the door to your trailer, you hit the dirt with your platforms and headed towards the boys dressing room. you decided to put on your most original look you could think of that was not too over the top for complete strangers. you strapped on some ankle boots paired with a lavender maxi skirt that matched the purple satin bustier you donned under a cropped leather jacket. you made sure to showcase your personality patches of your favorite bands that you sewed onto your messenger bag.
unfolding the paper the director had given you, you looked carefully down at the order of of which member you would style first:
y/n,
the boys are trailer 1024. the order for the makeup cycle will be
today we only need you to prepare their makeup for the show. it’s their first night in seoul since the pandemic so tonight, they need to make an impact. play off their show outfits and give us something fresh.
- kq creative team
the list was new for you and the first time you heard any of the members’ names. despite the fact you had already met with the kq staff running this concert, you still had yet to meet any of the actual members. you shouldn’t be that surprised, considering they’re famous celebrities who definitely don’t have time to meet and greet all their staff. but since you were about to spend the next few months alongside them at every tour stop, your first official meeting with them being the tour’s kick-off was a bit nerve-wracking but nevertheless exciting.
walking through the rows of trailers full of kq staff, you finally located trailer 1024 about a couple doors down from yours. you saw a door with the word ARTIST in huge red letters printed on a paper taped on the door.
this will make it so much easier to get them ready everyday, you thought. not that far a walk.
you straightened your jacket and smiled at your reflection in the trailer window before knocking.
no mishaps.
the trailer door opened almost immediately, as if the person inside was waiting for you to rap on their door. A red-haired guy with bright brown eyes and a sharp jawline stood at the door. he was in a white tanktop, but below his waist were dress pants and dance shoes. he looked like he was halfway dressed to perform on stage and he looked a little too pretty to be their manager.
you held your smile tightly, waiting for him to say the first words.
“ah, are you y/n?” he said, leaning his elbow above his head on the edge of the door, flashing an unsurprisingly perfect smile
you nodded and bowed quickly, handing him the paper the director had given you. “at your service!”
keeping his elbow on the door, he took the paper out of your hands and scanned over it quickly. “nice to finally meet you, y/n.” he moved out of the way and reached out his hand to you. “i’m wooyoung. come in.”
you thanked him and he closed the door behind you as you took your first steps inside. it was double the size of your trailer but since they were the artists and you just came on tour for their makeup, it made sense they would have more leg room after each show.
you were expecting to see eight boys sitting on the couch waiting patiently for their makeup stylist; however, wooyoung seemed to be the only around.
“here- catch!” he catches you off guard and as you turn around, a drink can flies towards your head.
you were so entranced by the sheer size of their place that you didn’t see wooyoung go into their fridge and take out two redbulls. you catch the redbull with one hand, surprising yourself. he smirks a little before cracking open his own can. “nice. quick reflexes. you’re gonna need those if you want to work with us.”
what does that even mean? “everyone has been saying things like that about you guys. what exactly am i preparing for?” you crack the can open, as well, and take a gulp.
wooyoung plops on the couch and downs the can in under a few seconds. he sighs and runs his fingers through his red hair. “it means you’re our third stylist this month.” he tosses the now empty can like a basketball across the room and of course it lands with a perfect swish into the trash can next to the door. “and i don’t want to move onto a fourth.”
you sip carefully on the redbull can. between the director and now wooyoung’s words, you start to wonder if working with ateez was not what you had expected it to be. maybe these boys are going to be more work than just opening up a few eye shadow palettes and blowing drying their hair.
but wooyoung smiles at you softly before you let that thought fully form. “but don’t worry about it too much. with your experience, i’m sure we’ll be light work compared to the clients you’ve had before.”
that was true. working with screaming nine-year-olds and their 35-year old mothers was definitely the lowest you could have reached. you took wooyoung’s words with a grain of salt and stuck them in your back pocket.
“thanks.” you respond “but i do have one question…” you down the rest of the can and mimic wooyoung, tossing it behind you. “where are the rest of the members?”
wooyoung laughs. “we rotate, usually. the rest of them are getting changed or getting their hair done first. meanwhile, i’m scheduled for makeup first.” he gets up and starts heading down to one of the other doors in the trailer. “we each have about 20 minutes per rotation, so once you finish with me, the next one of us will coming knocking on the door.”
you looked at the clock on the wall in the trailer kitchen. five minutes had already past, giving you only 15 minutes left with wooyoung.
as if he could read your mind, wooyoung opens one of the doors. “welcome to the official ateez dressing room. come on in”
—
contrary to what everyone was saying, these boys were actually quite pleasant. for being famous celebrities who had fans cheering for them every night, you expected artists like them would walk around like they were above your pay grade (which they were) and deserved your utmost respect. but to your surprise, they were just- normal. some of them even shy.
for being the 6’2 rapper, mingi had trouble keeping eye contact with you while you looked at his face before starting, trying to get the lay of the land (or his visage). his fire red and orange hair intimidated you but as soon as you stopped looking he burst out . “i-i just want to say, i love your hairstyle.”
you touched your hair and looked away for a second. did he just compliment me? my hair?
“wow, um..thank you.” you blushed. “i think your hair is pretty nice, too..if not even better than mine.”
and even seonghwa, the greek god of a man with some of the most perfect features you’d ever admired kept giggling at every joke you made, some that weren’t even your best. you tried not to mess up his perfectly tousled blonde hair when powdering his face and drawing on his eyeliner carefully, but he flinched at your every touch.
“i-i’m sorry. i’m just scared i’ll mess you up." seonghwa says, looking away and scratching his arm nervously. "we haven’t had eyeliner in years, i'm happy you're bringing it back”
“really?” you lifted an eyebrow. out of all the concept photos you studied before today, you remember looking that the “say my name” era with smokey eyeliner was your favorite look. “well, good thing i’m here. i think it's time for a change."
seonghwa looked down and smiled slightly. “yeah..good thing.”
now, when jongho waltzed in, he had the most adorable smile you'd ever seen on an idol. stubby teeth and gums showing ever so slightly that made your eyes soften proved he was obviously the maknae. but you would never know because his vocals did not match that face.
he had begun practicing one of their sets. it made your heart flutter. you never heard such a powerful and angelic voice. (and you get to do his makeup?)
“you have such a beautiful voice” you said to him as you brushed the contour over the crest of his forehead. he flashed his gummy smile again and looked down shyly. “but, i will be honest, though," you admitted with a twinge of shame. "i really haven't heard much of your music."
jongho raised an eyebrow but quickly retracted it, at as to not mess up the contour. he didn't respond, but simply grabbed his phone out of his pocket, opening spotify.
the beginning note of a song began to play. he finally replies, “well, you should change that then.” the beginning note of their song "answer" begins to echo through the cool air of the dressing room. the music bounces around the room while you listen to his studio version which sounds just like the vocals you heard minutes prior.
now yeosang was the member who brought out your first real laugh of the day. walking into the room, he waved to you excitedly. "hi! i'm yeosang, nice to finally see your fa-"
yeosang didn’t notice your messenger bag by the door and is caught off as he trips over it. but instead of hitting the floor, yeosang somersaults over the bag and gets up like nothing just happened. standing there, stunned and surprised himself, he says, “you didnt see that.”
he looked down at your bag, about to pretend to kick it out the door, when he notices your patches. “pierce the veil? who is that?”
you smiled and this time, you take out spotify yourself to show yeosang your playlists.
next, hongjoong walked into the room. his hair was a striking royal blue and he was all suited up with a gold trim, black jacket. a regal look you were sure would make his fans go absolutely wild for him.
"y/n? it's so nice to finally meet you." he stuck out his hand. "our new stylist"
still holding eyeshadow brushes and cotton rounds in your hands, you weren't expecting such a nice greeting. you quickly set everything down and straighten yourself up to shake his hand. "that's me."
hongjoong settles down in the chair in front of you and closes his eyes.
"what are you doing?" you laugh, as you look for primer to start him off.
hongjoong immediately opens his eyes again. "oh.." he says nervously. "are you not starting yet?"
you chuckle to yourself, what an interesting guy. "i haven't even got the primer out yet."
his palm hits his face and slides down slowly in shame. "i'm sorry, i'm a bit of a mess. it's our first show since the pandemic and... i don't know. i'm excited to meet our fans again, but nervous they won't like what we have in store for them. it's just been so long since our last show..almost two years"
you stop rummaging in your bag to stare at him in shock. "what? of course they'll love you" you couldn't believe you were becoming a celebrity therapist, too. "and besides, you have an awesome stylist that will make you look out of this world."
hongjoong scratches his head and laughs lightly. "yeah..yeah you're right. i just love our fans so much, they mean the world to us"
you look at hongjoong as he continues to nervously scratch his head. where was the notion that these guys would be too much to handle? after only six members had finished their makeup, it seemed they were some of the sweetest and most devoted people you have ever worked with, even met. the stylists that decide to leave these angelic boys dropped the ball, big time.
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as hongjoong thanked you for your hard work and walked out, you began looking at the list to see which member was next to come in. before you got your answer, you jumped as the door opened right as hongjoong closed it.
wearing another gold trim velvet jacket, held together by a single button, the most attractive- no, stunning man you have ever came across walked right through the dressing room door.
you never usually got starstruck and even the previous members were encapsulating beautiful. but this man, with his black hair still wet and slick from his shower and his jawline locked towards you, something about him made you almost stumble off your stool.
"oh. um..h-hi. n-nice to finally meet you" you said as you regained balanced, cringing at your own words.
he chuckled and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "oh, i already know you." he stepped a couple feet closer so you were now right under his gaze, under his chin. you could smell the faint cologne coming off his skin, making you want to get even closer to him to get another whiff, but you just stood there, in awe.
it took you a second to register what he just said. "wait..what does that mean?"
his brown eyes glinted and you could feel his breath on your face. a smile peeked at the corner of his lips and he said almost at a whisper, "you're that beautiful girl who lives three doors down from our trailer, right?"
looking into the dressing room mirror behind him, you gawk at yourself. is he talking about me?
turning to back to face him, you shrug. "n-no. i'm just your stylist." you go into your pocket and dig out the folded paper the director gave you to prove the truth: you really were just some girl kq hired to put makeup on him. he was getting you confused with someone else, someone much more interesting than you, right?
he took the paper out of your hand and suddenly began ripping it, shred after shred, letting the paper fall to the ground in between you. he bends down to look into your eyes.
my god, you didn't realize how large he was. you were too distracted by his broad shoulders that looked like they were about to burst out of his jacket. you could see right down the center of his shirt and you could almost see-
"i'm san and you're y/n, my stylist, the fine girl with the patches on her bookbag who lives in trailer 1021." he tilted his head and smirked, the tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his lips. "don't act like i don't know exactly who you are. i know a pretty girl when i see one."
you stood there, stunned. there's no way he was still talking about you. "i'm not sure what you mean..san."
san stands back up. "tsk, tsk," he sighed, shaking his head so the water droplets fell off his soaking hair onto your shirt. you watch the droplets seep into the cotto, wondering if some of his sweat was mixed in. "don't worry, pretty girl. we'll get to know each other soon enough."
he proceeds to sit in the chair in front of you, innocently looking up with his adorable brown eyes, as if he was not just full-on flirting with his stylist seconds before. "just put the makeup on me, if you will."
you roll your eyes with a smile and start setting the concealer on his face.
"sorry, i-" you start to say, but your own giggles cut you off. "i just- i never heard someone say that kind of thing about me. caught me off guard, that's all."
san's eyes droop and he pouts. "you mean no one has ever told you how beautiful your hair falls off you." he touches the hand by your side, grazing his fingertips over your own. "or how hard you are making it to sit in my chair right now"
oh my god, you think to yourself, this has to be a all in my head. a member of ateez was sitting here flirting with you and trying to hold your hand, looking so enchantingly into your eyes.
part of you wants to grab his hand and rope your fingers between his and tell him, no one's ever told me that before, but i'll let you be the first. you sigh at the thought.
"no mishaps." the director's words ring in you're ears. you're here for one thing and one only. don't fuck it up.
as if he read your mind, san starts to drag his fingers over your palm, but you yank your hand away before he gets that far.
"nope, no one." you turn back to your makeup bag. "bow, please be silent while i draw on your eyeliner." you assert your dominance back in the conversation, trying to diffuse the hot tension boiling between you and the finest, yet most annoying man you've ever met.
san pouts again and his pupils grow, almost like a kitten's. he folds his hand in his lap and heaves out a sigh that you try to ignore. "alright, i guess. but at least let me see your face, pretty girl, one more time.. if i can't compliment it"
you turn around and give him a pity smile. "fine. now, close your eyes."
surprisingly, he does what you say, a thin-lipped smile stuck on his face as if he was satisfied with being nowhere else but here with you, letting you do whatever you want to him.
"so, who's your favorite?"
san's question causes you to shake and run a streak of eyeliner down his face.
"shit! sorry- um," you race to clean him up as he remains unbothered, waiting patiently for your answer. you wipe his face and admit, "i honestly don't have one, i mean, i just met all. of you "
san chuckles lightly, "don't lie, i know you have a favorite."
your face turns a shade of red that he thankfully can't see because he still waits patiently for your eyeliner with his lids closed. "i still have one member left after you. i'll let you know who i decide later."
"okay." san lifts his hand up. "shake on it."
now he's lost it. you know for a fact he just wants you to succumb to his charms (which you almost did, but you remained strong) and say oh, san, it's you, of course! but you were his stylist. you worked for him. an obvious power imbalance and obviously something that would mess up your career, and everything you worked for.
"i'm all good. i'll let you know my answer, if i feel like it." you assert with him. this time, san opens his eyes and smirks.
"well, princess, i don't think you-"
"all done!" you snap the blush pad closed, sarcasm hanging off your lips and not realizing he was about to say something. "thanks for being such an amazing client!"
this cannot happen again, before anyone finds out you and san were just within inches of each other, breathing on each other and feeling on each other's hands and-
"wait, y/n, can i-" san starts.
"i'm all good, actually, whatever it is. you need to keep the cycle moving anyway" you usher him out. however, he snatches the folded paper off the table and rips a small piece off, quickly scribbling something onto it.
he hands you the paper back, re-folded, and whispers in your ear, hot breath rubbing against your eardrums and making you squirm.
"for when you're ready."
he bows to you and closes the dressing room door carefully, leaving you in silence, standing with a paper in your hand and the air conditioner running loudly. you unfold the paper carefully and your jaw drops at its contents:
a phone number scrawled hastily onto the paper, attached with only the words, "for when my pretty girl decides to tell me i'm her favorite :)"
