warning : mature, mdni, explicit sex; impregnation kink, piv sex (obvi), unrpotected sex (obvi), dirty talk, slight asphyxiation ? (not choking but the position makes it hard to breathe), nasty shit idk (not baby poop just... the process of making a baby), yeosang wants another baby
a/n : i'm finally doing another special birthday post for a member and y'all can blame not only my cycle but also kang yeosang for existing because how fucking dare he
buy me coffee ?
Yeosang's birthday party ended rather spectacularly, and following the group's hangout tradition, Yeosang foiled Wooyoung's kidnapping attempt, and he had to resort to wrestling him for his daughter. Wooyoung really did take advantage of Yeosang being preoccupied as he actually managed to get to the elevator before Yeosang realized.
After everyone left, you immediately started cleaning up while Yeosang spent a much needed time with his daughter.
Yeonhee's eyes were fluttering close, and Yeosang was just standing there, cradling his baby while looking at her in awe. She was already seventeen months old at that point, but Yeosang still couldn't believe that she was there with him. Since the moment she was born, Yeosang tried his best to spend every single moment with her. Even when you both were implementing the family bed, Yeosang would sometimes find himself spending at least an hour just staring at Yeonhee, comparing her features to yours and also with him, wondering who she'd look like more when sh'e older. So when you both agreed that it was time for Yeonhee to start sleeping in her own room, Yeosang immediately volunteered to be the one to tuck her in every night. That way, he would be able to admire her as much as he wanted. How could he not? He would watch the way she held onto his fingers with her more stubby ones, the way she was breathing oh-so-calmly in his arms, feelings built up and overpowered Yeosang, and it felt like he was going to explode. Realizing that if he stayed any longer he might do something to wake her up, he carefully placed Yeonhee in her crib, giving her one last kiss before quietly leaving.
He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing away the last of the dirty dishes, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from the back.
"God, Yeosang! You scared me!" you lightly scolded, smacking the arm around your waist with your soapy hand, "Did you put the little princess to bed?" At the mention of his princess, Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder and let out a squeak, "Unfortunately, I did," he sighed. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately? Baby, she needs her rest, did you not see how she was playing with Wooyoung? Had she stayed up any longer she'd be super cranky and we'd be dealing with her tantrum all night," you pointed out. Yeosang lifted his head and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Well, can you blame her for being excited? Wooyoung matches her energy because he's practically a toddler with a job, so of course, she'd be happy to have a playmate," he stated.
You couldn't help but purse your lips slightly, quietly agreeing to his point that your daughter does seem like she could benefit from having a steady playmate. But you said and did nothing other than putting the last of the dishes up on the drying rack and taking your gloves off.
"So I was thinking," Yeosang started, clearing his throat slightly while playing with the fabric of your apron, "You know... Since it's my birthday a-and usually we do... Things, things I want on my birthday... So..." You knew where this was going, and frankly, you were at the point of waiting for Yeosang to communicate his desire to you. You've seen the way Yeosang look at his daughter, and you've seen the long look he sported when he saw a big family walking by. You both had a deal of having two kids or three max, after talking him down from his insane baseball team-sized family, courtesy of Yunho. Though an understanding was established, you two were waiting for the perfect time. At least, that's what Yeosang was doing; you were just waiting for him to assert himself. Knowing Yeosang, he needed the push to make what he wanted known. Still, you think you deserve some fun watching him squirm to get his point across.
"So... What?" you asked nonchalantly, but a faint smirk made itself present on your face. Yeosang groaned and turned your body around, "I think we're ready for another baby," he said confidently, though a slight blush was present on his cheeks. "Really? So that's your birthday sex wish? To knock me up again?" You were taunting him slightly, but you had to admit, even the mere words made you clench. That and also the thought of how different Yeosang become when baby making is involved. You didn't know what exactly it was, but Yeosang practically became a different man; more pointed, more confident, more cocky.
Yeosang sharply exhaled from his nose, making it known that he, too was affected by your words. His hands skimmed up your body and rested on your waist, firmly holding with his big, strong grip that made your breath hitch. "My birthday wish, dear wife, is for us to have sex all night long until there is no doubt that you're pregnant," he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your cheek, "And we're starting now."
A squeal left your lips when Yeosang suddenly hauled you over his shoulder, and it was at that moment you understood, admired, and fully supported his dedication in the gym because he managed to make carrying another human your size very effortless.
Yeosang dropped you on your shared bed and immediately caged you under him. He hovered above you for a while, scanning your figure with hunger in his eyes, a purpose, a goal. Soon, he leaned down and started kissing you from your forehead, down to your cheek, the corner of your lips, your collarbone, and then stopping at your stomach. He inhaled deeply as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up, causing you to shudder when you felt his lips start nipping at your exposed skin. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are when you're pregnant?" he muttered against your skin. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran a hand through his soft, silky hair, "Are you saying I'm not breathtaking when I'm not pregnant?" Teasing him further, you pulled up your knees so your feet were planted on the bed, trapping Yeosang's figure between your legs. Your skirt rode up, and it immediately caught Yeosang's eyes, which followed the way the flowy end pools at your hip, allowing him to peek into your red lacy underwear. "Not even when I'm like this?" you faked pouted at him. Yeosang's breathing immediately stuttered, and his face became even redder. You had been together for years already, so it was kind of embarrassing how he still blushed like a virgin seeing you in such a position.
Reacting to your taunts, Yeosang moved his hands into your underwear through the seams at the apex of your thighs. His thumbs immediately found purchase to your clit as they began gently massaging it while the other poked into your opening just a bit lower. Your eyes closed at the sensation but your mind was only completely disabled when Yeosang started sucking marks into the soft skin of your stomach. With each movement of his hand, you felt yourself getting wetter and the more Yeosang worked on you, the more pliant you became, moving your hips along with his movements.
"Honey, you always look breathtaking to me, but when you have my baby inside you?" you yelped when he suddenly took your skin between his teeth, "It was a miracle that we were able to get out of bed every morning," he smirked. "F-fuck, I know what you mean," you moaned when Yeosang pressed harder into your clit. "Do you know what I missed most about your pregnancy?" Yeosang asked as he slowly crawled up your body. You couldn't even answer him verbally as you were so clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to shake your head. "I miss how extremely horny you are, you get so wet and it just drives me crazy," Yeosang moaned as the thumb that was at your entrance turned into two fingers slipping inside. "F-fuck!" you gasped when he started pumping into you sloppily, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips which made your underwear stick to you. "Not to mention you were always trying to jump my bones, and who was I to deny the mother of my child?" Yeosang chuckled as he pulled himself away from you, causing you to whine and whimper, "It's amazing how much I would give you after you gave me Yeonhee. Now imagine how even worse I'll be when you give me another baby."
Without wasting time, Yeosang immediately pulled himself out of his jeans. You took a peek and you realized how hard he had been while teasing you. The tip of his cock was red and leaking pre-cum, and the slight breeze from the AC caused it to twitch as if uncomfortable waiting any longer. You were about to take your clothes off when Yeosang stopped you, "No time, baby, I need to impregnate you right now." Then all of a sudden he pushed your thighs to your chest and aligned his tip right at your entrance. "Are you ready?" for a moment his cockiness slipped and the usual caring Yeosang came back, wanting to be sure that you were okay before he could proceed. You smiled and nodded before you took hold of your thighs, opening yourself for him, "Yeah, I am."
In a split second, Yeosang's eyes darkened, and he thrust himself inside you in one swift move. The fullness made your eyes roll and your back arch, but you didn't even get to enjoy the feeling because Yeosang was already shallowly thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first but he was making sure that his hips slapped your bottom every single time.
"Fuck! I'll never get tired of this pussy," he groaned, licking his bottom lip while smacking you once in the ass. You yelped on impact, but rather than feeling pain, you simply clenched, forcing more arousal to leak out of you. "You better not, since we'll be having even more sex during this pregnancy," you huffed. Yeosang's cock practically twitched inside you at the mention or maybe even affirmation that after this you will definitely get pregnant. "Fuck, can't just say something like that so casually to me, baby," suddenly he pulled your hips up and slid a pillow under, giving you a new angle, "I might not hold back," he smirked before dropping down to rest his elbows on the sides of your head. The new position locked you in place what with having the back of your thighs on Yeosang's chest and your knees now resting over his shoulders. "Do you not want me to hold back?" Yeosang asked as he thrust in again. This time, you felt him so deeply thanks to your elevated hips. You moaned loudly at the feeling, and Yeosang took it as a sign to move again.
Setting a new pace, Yeosang thrusted into you with power and precision. You could feel the veins of his cock scratching against your gummy walls, sending shivers up your spine which caused you to tangle your hands into his hair. "Fuck, Yeosang!" you whined, a bit louder than you wanted to which worried you because your daughter was sleeping in the room just down the hall and there you were screaming like a whore. "Shh, shh, baby, you don't wanna wake Yeonhee up, do you?" Yeosang smirked, teasing the absolute hell out of you because he knew exactly how loud you could be. You couldn't even answer him clearly, so in an effort to minimize the chances of your baby waking up, you smashed your lips with Yeosang. The position and Yeosang's mouth on you took away your breath, literally. You were starting to get lightheaded in the best way. It felt as if you were in a different space that only had you and Yeosang in it. Everything, including all your senses, was filled with Yeosang, and it was electrifying. There was a battle for dominance in the kiss, which was futile because you knew very well that Yeosang was pulling all the shots as the person in the more advantageous position. It was the thought that counted and Yesoang played along, as if he wasn't putting you in your place.
The more Yeosang thrust, the more you could feel him inside you, to the point that you felt like his tip was kissing your cervix, opening you up more to prepare you for what's to come.
You pulled away from the kiss slightly and whimpered, "F-fuck, Yeosang, I'm so close!" "Yeah? That's good baby, cum first, you need to cum first so can you touch yourself for me?"
With slight struggle, you managed your hand down to rub at your clit sloppily. "That's it mommy, show daddy how bad you want to get knocked up," Yeosang grunted shakily, clearly incredibly turned on, "You can't wait to get filled up by your husband, do you? I'm sorry honey, I should be doing better as a husband and fill you up with my cum every night," "Y-yes, fuck!" You gasped, "I should always be f-filled with your c-cum," you whimpered, edging yourself closer and closer to the end. "Okay baby, okay, you better cum soon then so I can fill up your little cunt," Yeosang smirked, pushing his body off of you slightly so he could watch the way he was fucking you just right while you chase after your high. To aid you, Yeosang slipped his right hand under your shirt and into your bra, groping at your tits harshly, tweaking at your perky nipple. "Come on baby, cum for me, cum for me quick," he breathed, starting to feel his own climax coming. The pleasure from his hand on your chest shot straight to your pussy and your body convulsed; your jaw slacked, your legs tensed to the point of almost cramping, your toes curled, and your back arched high. Yeosang only slowed his movements down, allowing you to come back down from your high without losing his momentum.
"T-that was..." You drawled as your senses returned. Your legs felt like jelly and they slid off Yeosang's shoulders due to the lack of strength. "I know, I saw you climax," Yeosang smirked before he positioned your legs again, this time simply spreading them open as he picked up his pace. "But now is my turn."
Overstimulation started building inside you the more Yeosang chased his high. He was so close and your slick was aiding in him reaching deep into your womb. You felt yourself opening up to him and you almost screamed so you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Seeing all of this, Yeosang smirked as he panted, "Hold on, okay, baby? Just a bit longer and you'll be stuffed. Just a bit longer and you'll get my cum," he grinned. You used your free hand to grip his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as if telling him that it was too much, that you were overstimulated to the point that it started hurting. "No, no, no, you can take it, even your body knew you can," he saw how your hips were still meeting his own despite your brain telling you that you had enough and it was making his mouth water.
"P-please," you managed to whine despite your mouth being covered. Yeosang's movements became more erratic, and his breath became uneven, telltale signs that he was on the verge of coming undone, and you saw how his body was starting to twitch. Seeing him like that stirred something in you, and your hand suddenly moved on its own, from his shoulder to the back of his head. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you tugged it back once. It was as if that one simple action was a lever because the moment Yeosang threw his head back, his hip completely stilled, his cock twitched inside you, and the dam was released. Ropes of white painted your pulsing walls and your eyes, and his rolled back from ecstasy.
Yeosang's body slumped forward on top of yours, strength left him completely at that moment but his hips still twitched as your walls that rubbed on his cock overstimulated him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"You did so well, baby," he hummed, pecking you gently on your lips, making you giggle. "That's so vanilla of you to say after you fold me in half and hammer into me like a possessed jackhammer," you teased and he blushed, embarrassed with the way you phrased things, so he buried his face into your shoulder.
It took you about fifteen minutes to regain all your senses back and the first thing you thought of doing was to clean yourself a little. Just as you tried to push Yeosang off of you, Yeosang grunted and pushed his body up slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I need to clean myself, Yeosangie," you smiled and tried moving again, but were stopped when Yeosang pushed you back into the bed whilst simultaneously sitting up on his knees, which took you by surprise. "You think we're done?" he smiled angelically, but when he suddenly peeled his shirt off, you sensed that he was far from done. "We're just getting started, baby. I mean, I think I mentioned something about fucking all night long until we're sure you're pregnant."
A gasp escaped you when you felt Yeosang slowly dragging himself out before pushing himself back in as equally slow.
"You better get comfortable in this position, baby, since this position might increase the chance of getting pregnant."
san sluggishly walks into your apartment. it’s close to midnight, which isn’t the latest he’s come over, but the airport was chaotic when he and everyone else arrived back in the country.
he leaves his suitcase by the door and makes sure the door is locked before walking through your apartment.
he goes into your room and immediately goes to your side of the bed. however…
“huh?”
you aren’t there.
san tries to process what is happening.
is he dreaming?
“huh?”
he grabs his phone from his pocket and checks your location, only to find your icon at his dorm.
“oh come on…”
—
your phone starts ringing and you groan. you’re already asleep, so reaching for your phone is a hassle.
“yes?” you answer without looking at who is calling.
“baby? hey,” san greets, sounding tired.
“on your way home?” you ask him, knowing that he’d be coming back around this time due to the late arrival time.
“uh, i thought you’d be at your place tonight, so i’m at yours right now.”
you start giggling. “choi san, you should’ve checked where i was before making the extra 20 minute drive from the airport.”
he groans, “you’re gonna make fun of me for awhile, huh?”
“well, it’s either me or the guys,” you reply. “i’ll be over in a bit,” you say to him.
“no, i’ll drive there,” he replies, “just wanted to call you first.” you laugh. “hey…stop it.”
“i’m sorry. love you.”
“yea, love you too baby.”
—
san walks into his dorm with a sigh, noticing the light on. he pushes his suitcase in, leaving it by the front door to be a later issue.
“mornin’ hot stuff.”
san looks over and finds you in the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. your hair is messy from sleeping, but san could care less. he goes over to you and hugs you tight.
san groans, “i missed you so much.”
“i missed you too,” you say and kiss him. “it looks like mingi and seonghwa already came home. guess i was still sleeping while you were at my place.”
“yea, i told them i was going to yours before we left the airport,” san mentions. “i’m gonna hop in the shower,” he adds.
you nod, “okay. want something to eat?” you offer.
he shakes his head, “nah, just want to go to bed.”
“okay. go shower,” you say and kiss his cheek.
san goes to his room. you finish the glass of water before going back into his room. you get into bed and instantly fall asleep. when san is done showering, he gets into and hugs you tight before falling asleep.
—
the sun shines right through the open area of the curtain, making you wince when you realize it’s hitting you directly. you turn your head and try to roll over despite your boyfriend taking up a bunch of room on the bed.
“san…move…move over,” you incoherently speak, trying to get comfortable.
san doesn’t budge at all. he’s out like a light still since he got home later than expected after his mixup. you try to get comfortable again but fail.
“san,” you start poking at his back. “babe.”
“…what time is it?”
“i don’t know. move over,” you demand. he moves a smidge. “more.”
san mumble something incoherently before turning himself over to look at you.
“your bed head is horrible,” he comments.
“yours is worst,” you reply.
san gets comfortable again before pulling you into his arms. he kisses your forehead while you snuggle closer.
“better?” he asks.
you nod, “mhm.”
“good morning~” he sings.
“more like goodnight,” you mumble. san kisses your forehead again with a chuckle.
Summary: You thought you were finally free. You thought you had finally moved on from all of it. What you did not expect was for him to come find you.
Genre: Hurt+Comfort
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: isolation, language
Word Count: 4.6 K
Est.Read Time: 19 min
A/N: Did I spend several hours writing this instead of sleeping? Yes. Did I pause writing 3 short drabbles for this? Yes. Is it out of my system? Yes. Is it good? Idk, maybe.
“This…is new.” You whispered, leaning closer to look at the man who was looking at anything but your face, even though he chose to sit on the barstool next to yours, crushing the bouquet in his death grip, trying to keep his sharp tongue at bay.
“Sh-shut up.”
You didn't acknowledge the remark, only reached up to caress the hair out of his eyes. Your touch did little to calm him down, instead his body jerked on its own, too afraid of your touch. A few more seconds and he would have lost control. It didn't bother you though. It was just odd to see your fiance- ex-fiance, one who had ignored you since the day the two of you were introduced, one who had specifically told you the day you met that you were nothing like his ideal type and never will be. Your fiance who let you know, ever so bluntly, ever so boldly, ever so blatantly, “This is nothing more than a contractual marriage, don't get your hopes up, I'm not a fan of people pleasers- especially when they try to rationalise their stupidity.”
Truth be told, the day he had said that you, you were a bit more than just shocked. You were…disappointed. Sure, were you a people pleaser? Yes. Were you constantly trying to please your parents? Of course, you were the eldest; you were practically conditioned to be like that. Did you agree to this marriage without a second thought- yes, but did you do your background research? Yes. You knew he was blunt and you knew he was the oddball of his family. Still, you also knew he was good with kids because of his age gap with his youngest brother, you knew he liked animals, you knew he was fiercely protective of those he loved and you knew…he was loyal. Perhaps you wished that one day you’d be able to find someone who would be your loyal, protective pillar- and once you met him, you had deeply wished it had been him.
Unfortunately, he was not at all willing to be that pillar, especially when he showed you your true reflection, reminding you how this marriage was a mere contract. He had gone out of his way to let you know that, being late to most of your dates, barely eating and talking to you. He’d barely answer your phone, and if he did, he would hit you with, “What is the objective of this call?” There were times when he’d cancel on you at the last minute. He was least interested in any of the preparations for your wedding, the dress, the cake, the venue- but you were okay with that, you really were, because every time something like this would happen, you’d console yourself with one thought, “Once we get married, he’ll understand the real me.”
For almost half a year, it worked; your parents were happy, his parents were happy, and to some extent, you were fine with it too. The turning point came when you, who was busy picking the colour scheme of your wedding, spotted your fiancé walking towards the very shop you were in, only for him to be tackled by a woman who he caught effortlessly, one whom you recognised as his secretary. You watched the woman drag him away with ease, as if…he was hers. Maybe he was, but one thing was for certain: you were done. That night you had gone home, and decided to let your parents know that you no longer wanted to continue with this relationship, choosing to leave out the details, because at the end of the day, you knew, that the reason did not matter, for your family this marriage, much like Wooyoung, was all about business, not loyalty, not companionship and definitely not love.
Thus, the outcome was predictable; in a matter of days, you were, in a way, exiled from your family. Your inheritance, gone. Your home, gone. Your privileges, gone. A part of you resented yourself for doing this, if you had just kept your mouth shut, everything would have been fine, but you resented your parents the most- even after all this, after uncanny number of times you had agreed to do and say whatever they had wished for, it hurt you the most when you realised that neither one of your parents nor any of your siblings had tried to even ask, “Why?” That night, you realised that at the end of it all, you were always alone and perhaps you were never destined to be loved by anyone, not a significant other, not your siblings and especially not your parents. With a single suitcase, you had walked out of the house, never to look back at any of them, ready to start your life somewhere far far away.
That was more than a year ago, not that you were keeping count, to be exact, 1 year, 4 months and 12 days. You had managed to find a small town, one that was so insignificant that you knew that no one could be able to find you or recognise you here, giving you the perfect opportunity to start over again. With your job experience, you managed to attain a job as a teacher at the local school, a high school teacher. A job you were far too qualified for, but a job nonetheless, one that enabled you to get back on your feet. You were truly proud of yourself, people here liked you, respected you, respected your choices and for once in your life, you were able to decide for yourself. Your residence was a small upper portion in a house that belonged to an old couple; they were kind enough to let you stay for half the rent for almost 3 months, constantly telling you how you reminded the childless old couple of a daughter they never had. From your portion, you could see the open sea; every morning, you’d be able to watch the sunrise in peace before you started your day. In your time here your had also found a companion, a little black kitten, which you had rescued on a rainy night as you were running back from the local supermarket, it was balled up in front of your doorstep, shivering in whimpering, drenched to the bone and like the kind soul you were, you had taken it in- whom you later found out was a he, a very sassy he, which is why you had named him, “Boss”. Boss was your sole companion, watching you go about your day at home and sit with you in the evening, watching the sun set as he’d hop onto your lap, curling into you as the two of you would watch the peaceful day come to an end.
What you did not expect was that one chilly morning, as you skipped towards the school, smiling at the crunch of the snow beneath your boots, thinking of getting Boss a new toy on the way back today, was to see someone standing by the school gate- the devil himself, dressed in all black. His hair, longer than before, slicked back, sprinkled with a bit of white, soft snow, a cute contrast. He stood there in a long coat, an expensive coat, one that was way above your pay grade, hands stuffed in his pockets, glaring at the gate, with a muffler covering most of his face- he had…found you. You did not know what he was doing there, you didn’t know why he was there, and to be frank, you really didn’t want to know either, which is why that very moment you had spun on your heel and run back home, calling in sick to work.
That…was on a Monday, today…was Friday. You did not know that you’d be so afraid of him that you’d skip work for five days. At this point you were sure that if the school really didn’t need you, they would have definitely fired you. At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, you’d contacted some of your spies, a few female students who had started gossiping about a good-looking man in black, who’d be outside the schoolgate everyday, standing in the snow, looking around till school started and then he’d disappear. They had never seen his face, but it was natural for teenage girls to crush over someone so mysterious, and who were you to ruin their fantasies by telling them he was a mere cheater, a good-looking bastard, one with so many qualities you wished your partner would have, but life was not rainbows and butterflies. The girls had told you how he was finally confronted by a homeroom teacher, and although they did not know what had happened, they did confirm that the teacher assured all students that the man would no longer be bothering them. Good right? That was good news, he was gone- then why did you find yourself drinking on a Friday night at the local pub? Sitting in a corner, sulking in a corner, quietly staring at your empty cup, asking for one after another, until you were tipsy, tipsy enough to somehow hallucinate your ex-fiancé sitting next to you, dressed in one of his finest suits, with a bouquet in his hand, glaring at you with disgust- ah, truly Wooyoung, a very true hallucination, because for the whole time you had known the man, he had looked at you with nothing but pure disgust in his eyes. It was shameful how your itty-bitty heart would still beat for him from time to time.
Wooyoung frowned at your state, his grip tightening on the bouquet as you reached to touch him, only for him to jerk away at the slightest touch. He had spent over a year looking for you, and the first time he had seen you after so long, it was from a distance, running away from him; he was too late. Now, now that he had finally found you again, thanks to the help of that school teacher, here you were, drinking away like this- he had thought you were better than this. That day, he had thought you would march up to him, yell at him for ruining his life, hit him for being the reason behind your exile- say something. He did not expect you to run away, nor did he expect you to hide for a week; most importantly, he did not take you for someone who’d drink away in fear. You had spent a whole year on your own, turned your life around, made something out of yourself, surrounded by people who valued you and respected you, so why were you still so afraid to confront him?
“You’re drunk.” he mumbled, gripping your wrist, moving it away from his face, his other hand placing the bouquet on the counter as he looked for your belongings.
“I am tipsy, stupid good-looking hallucination, now, be gone.” with that you snatched your wrist out of his hand and tried to stand up, only the sudden movement caused you to lose your footing, almost falling over, only for him to catch you midfall, pulling you up as you leaned against him, mumbling, “If only…you were this nice to me back then.” You tried to push yourself off him, only for his hold on you to tighten, gently squeezing you in his hold, his chin on top of your head as he took a deep breath, trying to regulate his emotions, organise his thoughts, right now, he needed to get you home, needed for you to be safe, needed you to sober up- only then could he continue on with his agenda.
“Hold still, if you keep moving you’ll fall!”
You rolled your eyes at the whining, but stopped moving, letting him carry you on his back as he climbed up the stairs of your portion, only to stop in front of your door.
“Keys.”
“Stupid face, why would I give a hallucination my keys.”
“You think your hallucinations can carry you around?”
“If I manifest real hard, yeh-”
“For f*ck’s sake-” he slowly manoeuvred you off him, helping you stand upright, only for you to lean into his side, watching him take off your purse, the one that hung on his shoulder, rummaging through it for your keys. Paying no mind to it, you closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth and scent, carelessly mumbling, “You smell nice.”
“Tsk…of course I do, it’s the cologne you got me.”
In a successful attempt to find your keys, he opened the lock and walked inside, taking you with him, looking around at the small portion only to pause at the sight of a black thing on your bed, its golden eyes glaring back at him, tail swishing in frustration, before it began to tap against your bed, something you picked up. With a squeal, you pushed the man away and stumbled towards Boss, falling onto your knees in front of him as you reached out for him, “Boss, my baby, I missed you so much.”
Wooyoung could swear he saw the cat’s glare soften, especially when you crawled onto the bed and hugged it, but he was more concerned about the choice of name. Who names their snarky cat that? Pushing the thought away he took off his coat and placed it on the couch near by, walking over to your passed out form, reaching to touch your face, only to hiss and instantly pull back, gripping his hand at the pain, the sharp sting, as he noticed the cut on his palm, before glaring at the cat that stood tall beside your head, hissing at him.
“Tch…I found her before you…If you were half the man you pretend to be, you would be taking better care of her, no- am I arguing with a cat?”
.
The faint sound of someone humming stirred you out of your dreamless slumber, before reality set in seconds after, as you sat up instantly, gasping at the sight of the man, his back facing you as he stood above the stove, humming to himself- shit, how-no-what? It was all a dream, a weird hallucination, a sick trick your mind was playing on you-
“Ah, you’re finally awake.” Wooyoung glanced over his shoulder, eying the way you stared at him in shock, of course you didn’t remember, “You were a bit more than tipsy…don’t worry, your hallucination made you hangover soup.”
Truth be told, you have never had a civil conversation with this madman, so it came as no surprise when he had left you speechless with his kind words and actions, especially when he walked over to you, tray in hand, wearing your pink apron, placing it in front of you before mumbling, “Careful, it's hot.” With that, he had walked back over into the open kitchen, hissing at the cat that rubbed itself against his leg, “Oh, so now you wanna play all nice, want me to tell her how you almost sliced my hand off?” Regardless of his harsh words, you watched him pop open a can of tuna and chug it into Boss’ bowl before walking back to you and sitting at the edge of your bed, staring at you.
“Well, it’s not poisoned.”
“Why are you here?”
Your question did not, per say catch him off guard, but it did annoy him. To a point where he scowled at you, reminding you that this was the true Wooyoung, whatever that domestic crap that was going on a few minutes ago was a mere facade, and it irked you, it bothered you enough for you to toss the tray onto the floor, away from yourself, not bothered about the loud sound it made, or the way you basically broke your own dishes, too triggered by the bastard in front of you.
“Are you out of your damn mind?” Wooyoung yelled, almost jumping away at the impact, quickly glancing at your cat to make sure it was unharmed before looking back at you, granted he wanted a reaction but this-
“Why are you here?! You think just because you become all domestic, I’ll forget about what you did? What about her? What kind of sick cheater are you?”
He watched you stand up, and walk over to him, letting you grip his collar and pull him closer, though he was too busy trying to connect the dots, what did you mean by ‘her’? Who was her?
His lack of response only angered you more, as you shoved him away, and walked over to the kitchen to grab a broom and glare up at him, “Get the f*ck out of here- I’m not afraid of you, or them,” you continued your monologue as you began to clean up the mess, “I don’t know what you want from me, but you got what you wanted, you got your skank, so leave me alone! I don’t care how much they’re paying you to do this, but it isn’t worth- ”
“What on earth are you talking about?” He mumbled, cutting you off before standing up and walking over to you, towering over you. Only then did you realise how he perhaps was a bit more intimidating than you had given him credit for, flinching when he raised his hand, “Your family doesn’t give a flying f*ck about you.” His words cut in deep; they stung, but you didn’t have time for that, you were too concerned about his raised hand, waiting for some kind of sharp impact. He was right, your family never did care about you, maybe he was here on his own, out here to teach you a lesson for disrespecting him like that, ending the marriage and running off, ruining his image and reputation. He was a man respected by many, and you had left him hanging and just ended it all, disrespecting not only him but his family, his elders, his-
Wooyoung gently placed his hand on top of your head, ever so softly patting your head as if trying to soothe a feral cat, cutting your train of thought instantly, his next words completely catching you off guard, “I spent a whole year looking for you, I always wanted you to stand up for yourself, I just…didn’t know they’d toss you out like that. No one deserves to go through that, especially not someone as selfless as you.” His hand slowly trailed down to cup your cheek, tilting your head up ever so slightly so you would look at him, his gentle eyes meeting your glassy ones, “I understand that you’re upset, you have every right to be. You have suffered for no reason, and I was the root cause. I know that I am an a**hole, but what I am not is a cheater. Not once in our time together did I defile our relationship like that.”
“Th-that’s not true! I saw you with her!” you words came out as a choked sob, too defeated to push him away as you stared up at him, tears helplessly streaming down your face as you reached for him once more, gripping his shirt, “That day, at the shop, I saw her- I saw you- your stupid secretary, stop it- stop trying to play this sick game! Please just leave me alone.” Ironically, your words did not match your actions, especially when you leaned against him, your forehead resting against his chest as you slowly let out all the feelings you had bottled up since that night, “A-all I wanted was for you to see me for me- but all you did was hate me- so what if I never said no? So what if I agreed to what they said?! They were my parents, no? Was it wrong for me to meet their expectations? Was it wrong for me to expect them to love me for being obedient? How could you hate me for that? How could you be so heartless?”
Oh. So that was it.
“Silly girl.” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, almost crushing you against him, “That day, what you saw was a mere incident, its true that that woman clung onto me, but I had no relation with her, it’s on me for not letting her go the moment I realised she had feelings for me, but what could I do when I was always occupied with the thoughts of you. That day, I was coming to that stupid shop to tell you to either take a stand or I would end this contract myself. I was not going to live my life with someone whom I did not choose.” He felt you try to push him away, only for him to hold you closer, “I don’t know why you didn’t bring this up with me. I would have told you the truth. Once I settled everything with her, I came to know about your little standoff. Truth be told, I was glad you took a stand, even before I could make my move, yet what I did not expect was for your family to toss you out like that.”
Slowly, he moved the two of you towards your couch, gently sitting you down, holding your hands as he knelt before you, looking up at you, “And you’re wrong, I never hated you, I could never hate you. You think I never saw the real you? I saw the real you the moment we first met, it only pissed me off when I realised you chose to ignore yourself in the hopes of your family being able to see the real you- how could I be your pillar of strength when your foundation of being was weak?” You looked down at him with an unreadable expression, one that excited him, one that gave him hope. He had always been able to read you before this; you were too predictable, too nice, too fake, but now, the person glaring down at him, looking down at him, analysing him- this was a completely different person, this was the real you.
“Then…why are you here?”
Ah, there it was, the curiosity, the need to rationalise events, only this time, you weren’t trying to use your logic to rationalise your stupid actions, but to rationalise the outcome of your future actions, this was his chance.
“I spent a year and a half looking for you, they didn’t even bother keeping track of their firstborn. It was truly disgusting. I was looking for you…because I wanted to apologise. I never meant for it to turn out like this. I never wanted you to suffer; you were doing pretty well on that aspect yourself, didn’t really need my help.” His head tilted in amusement, letting out a chuckle when you huffed in annoyance, but waited for him to continue, “Either way, I finally tracked you here, that day you ran away, and then you didn’t show up- all I wanted was to say I was sorry, I was even prepared to be slapped…What I did not expect was for your filthy feral feline to scratch me…nor did I expect to realise that even after so long, I still fancied you.”
“Like hell you did.”
You pulled your hands out of his hold, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring down at him, “You think I believe you? Sure, that secretary thing, yeah, maybe you weren’t cheating, your apology, fine- but don’t think for a second that I would believe you if you said you even at a mere moment of our time together, actually liked me.”
“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have tried to make it work for a year.”
You frowned at his statement, watching him finally stand up and sigh in defeat, “But every damn time,” he walked over to the mess and began to clean up, almost looking like a nagging grandma, “You’d be busy pretending to be a puppet, it was weird to see your parents pull your strings, a grown woman. I didn’t choose the cake, so you could. I didn’t choose the dress, so you could. I didn’t choose the venue, the damn music, the bloody food- all so you could, but every time, you’d let them decide! Wasn’t it enough for them to seal your fate for you with the marriage that you had to go out of your way to give them moments that were rightfully ours?!”
That’s when it hit you, he was…right. All this time, you had wanted him to care about you, to see how you were willing to do the same for him, but instead, your actions were doing nothing but dismissing him, dismissing his presence, his role as your husband, his role as your other half.
He placed the broom back in its place, tying the knot on the garbage bag before he turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow at your sunken state, “I know…I realised my approach was wrong, it was stupid but…I…” he paused, closing his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, only to open them when he exhaled as he looked at you, staring at your lap, “I…just need to know if…you’re finally happy.”
You looked up at him, blinking away the tears before nodding, not even sparing a moment to think. You were happy, from the moment you stepped outside of that wretched place, from the moment you were able to take a deep breath of fresh air, of freedom, you were…happy.
“I am.”
Wooyoung visibly relaxed, a chuckle escaping him as he leaned against the counter, his body language as relaxed as your cats. Oh, you could see why you liked your cat being this sassy; you were just attracted to a**holes with kind hearts. He nodded and walked over to the couch, picking up his coat as he stared at you, “Good. Be happy, remain free, make your own choices-”
“Make it up to me, you a**hole.”
He flinched at the choice of words, before twitching at the way you sneered at him, you had just cut him off, his cool and mature monologue, you were as insufferable as your filthy feline companion. Did he give you the chance of freedom, or did he help create a monster, who knows, either way, he liked it. He could only nod at the statement before dropping his coat and flopping down next to you, swiftly cupping your face as he drank in your expressions, enjoying the way you maintained eye contact, “Well, I was going to, but you just had to ruin the moment. Though I don’t really like kissing on the first date.”
“You gonna ask me out on a date, Jung?”
“I mean, I was gonna ask you to marry me, but I guess a date sounds better, no? It would be a weird example to set for your student, no?
“Keep my children out of this.”
“How can I? When they were ever so kind as to tell me where you live and where I could find you on a cold Friday night.”
Ah, so that’s how he had found you tonight. Well, you would have punished those kids, but considering how you were currently being spoon-fed a warm, cooked meal by a very noisy but good-looking man, you may have to consider letting them off the hook this time. Especially when said man stroked your cheek lovingly, mumbling a gentle, “You look so hot when you boss me around-” only for him to ruin the moment. Oh, so you’d have to get used to this nonsense too…well…might as well, as long as you’d finally have him all to yourself, as long as you’d finally have someone to call yours, someone who’d see you, for you, no matter how stupid and annoying they were.
“Who the hell names their cat Boss? Like sheesh? I know I had to teach you to stand up for yourself, do I need to teach you how to give na- screw that, I’m naming our kids.”
This is for my sweet @lov3lycosmos hihi 🤭 tysm for the fic you wrote for me. I made this as a thank you gift, hope you enjoy it.
Word count: 1.0k
Warnings: none
Pairing: single mom! reader x Princess Minky 😂
Alexa, play Royalty by Enhypen
You weren’t even sure why you asked. Maybe it was the way Mingi’s face lit up whenever he saw kids on the street, or how he always greeted your daughter like she was her own person, not just a shadow trailing behind you.
“Are you sure you can handle her for a few hours?”
He blinked at you, like you’d just asked whether the sky was blue, “Yeah? We’re probably the same mental age anyway”
You laughed, the sound was light but with a hint of uncertainty.
“We’ll be fine” he had said with a shrug and that easy grin that somehow made everything seem possible.
And somehow, despite the nerves, you believed him.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ
By 11:20 am Nabi had dragged every single pillow to the living room, her arms barely able to carry more than two at once, but she was determined nonetheless. Mingi joined equally chaotic, helping her tie a pink blanket around her shoulders like a royal cape. He was seated cross legged on the floor with a glittery tiara sliding off his head that Nabi placed on him with all the seriousness in the world.
“You must dress like a prince if you're going to be one”, she had said, hands on her hips like she ran the whole living room. Or better, the whole kingdom.
“Should I wear earrings too?”, he asked, playing along.
Nabi nodded, as if the answer was obvious, “Yes. But they’re clip ons because mommy said real piercings hurt”
Just like that, Song Mingi— six feet tall, with his bleached hair tousled and his undeniable charm intact— allowed her to clip two glittering earrings on his ears. They hung like giant candy drops, making him wince once, but he didn’t say a word.
“Do I look good?”, he asked, tilting his head lightly
Nabi looked at him and nodded with conviction, “You look beautiful”
At 12 pm sharp, the tea party began.
They sat together at Nabi’s tiny pink plastic table, surrounded by colorful teacups, a flowery teapot, and apple juice that stood in for “tea”, filling the room with cheerful giggles. Mingi exaggeratedly sipped with his pinky up like a nobleman, which made Nabi giggle so hard she had to put her cup down to keep from spilling it.
“Sir Mingi”, she announced, “you’re very good at tea parties”
He set his cup down, face straight, “I’ve trained in the mountains”
She gasped, “Really?!”
Mingi nodded, “Under the grand master of plush toys”
Her mouth dropped open, “Wow… that’s so cool”
Three rounds of tea and at least eight smores later, Nabi had declared him an official knight of the castle. Mingi never broke character, even once, not even when she made him bow to her teddy bear and kiss its tiny paw.
By 1:10 pm, they were sitting on the floor again, with nail polish containers scattered between them.
“Now we do nails”, Nabi declared, “Mommy always does mine after tea. But sometimes she lets me do hers too”
Mingi held out both hands without hesitation, “Let’s go, then”
She painted his nails first, her tiny fingers gripped around the brush, her tongue peeking out in concentration. The glitter polish went on thick but he didn't move, not even when she got some on his knuckle or her own shirt. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him like she’d created a masterpiece.
When it was his turn, he leaned in and whispered, “Rainbow style”, carefully painting one nail red, another orange, one yellow, green, then blue, and finally purple.
Nabi giggled with delight, her legs bouncing excitedly beneath the table.
“That’s so pretty! You’re really good at nails too!”
He winked, “I trained for that in the jungle”
After nails, Nabi pulled Mingi to the pillow fort.
“Every princess needs a nap after tea”, she yawned, curling up on his side, “I’m just gonna close my eyes for a second...”
Mingi didn’t move. He stayed there, holding still as her breathing deepened. He didn’t shift when she drooled a little on his shirt, or when his arm began to tingle with numbness. He just smiled, watching her sleep until his own eyes drifted shut, too.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ
When you came home, the living room looked like the morning after a sleepover— glitter nail polish on the rug, cracker crumbs on the couch, and a tangle of pink blankets discarded near the front door.
But you didn’t pay attention to any of that.
Your attention was drawn to Mingi, lying beneath a fort made of couch cushions and blankets, wearing a tiara and two plastic earrings with Nabi asleep on his chest. His eyes were closed but one arm stayed curled protectively around her, holding her like she was something delicate and priceless.
Your heart nearly melted. You didn’t move, didn’t speak.
Not until Mingi opened one eye, groggy and smiley.
“She's completely knocked out”, he whispered, “We had a royal tea party and everything”
You knelt beside them, brushing hair off Nabi’s little face, “I can see that. She loves you, you know?”
“I know” he murmured. His eyes softened as they looked down at her, “She caught me sneaking out that morning, remember?”
You laughed, “She still brings it up. She tells everyone ‘mommy’s boyfriend is a ninja’ ”
Mingi chuckled, “She has the power of making everything feel magical. Kind of like her mom”
You turned to him, “She also has a prince who builds castles and drinks tea wearing a tiara”
He tilted his head, still holding Nabi gently, “Does that mean I’m allowed to stay in the kingdom?”
Your hand found his, fingers lacing without hesitation. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on his lips
“You’ve already been knighted, Sir Mingi. The crown’s yours if you want it”
His hand curled around yours, careful not to wake the sleeping girl between you, and he smiled like he already knew— he wasn’t going anywhere.
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just yunho being the perfect boy he is - and well - people cant help but to notice genre; fluff fluff fluff (i luv mundane stuff) ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮
also wrote this fully considering everyone here were speaking English, or at least everyone were speaking the same language everyone understood, but it got me thinking, a version with language barriers is also super duper cute bc yunho would try his best and end up blushing- ₊⋆·˚🪷.‧₊˚ 🦢༉‧₊˚.
rereading this and editing before posting and ooooh i cooooked #selflove
boyfriend!yunho who shows right behind you when you get in them house. well not like he could possibly hide his frame behind you, but he wasnt gonna anyway shoulders relaxed, greeting everyone properly. not loud, not shy, just… present. he takes his shoes off without asking, offers a small polite smile, and thanks your parents for having him over.
boyfriend!yunho who sits where he’s told, posture easy, hands resting loosely, listening more than speaking at first. although his plan was to be totally laid back, he catches himself just following your commands, after all you know your family best ,youd let him know if he was sitting in a wrong way right?
boyfriend!yunho who laughs softly at jokes, even the awkward ones. When someone teases you, he glances at you first, letting you lead, a quiet grin tugging at his lips. Protective without being obvious. yes, he could easily tell them not to tease who he loves, but not now yunho, he says to himself, he trusts you to tell him if anything is past your limits. also its the first time he is there, he´d rather observe more
boyfriend!yunho who quietly impresses without trying
boyfriend!yunho who picks up his and your empty teacup and brings it to the kitchen without saying much. offers a refill, and asks everyone else too while he's at it
boyfriend!yunho who doesn't forget to show interest and ask questions. about the house, about food, about what you like to cook
boyfriend!yunho who compliments something specific. not “nice house,” but " the windows really looks good ma´am. and boom. he found the way to everyone's heart. Your family notices how relaxed you are beside him. How you lean toward him when you talk. How your voice sounds lighter. how to you he looks like a warm bundle of fluffy pillows and blankets.
boyfriend!yunho who is so loved, after the quite at the beginning is now being showered by questions. but he manages to answer them all calmly, simultaneously as he tries to hide the redness in his ears as he faces questions like
"does my daughter kick in her sleep?"
"MUM!" "what? i cant talk to my son in law anymore?"
boyfriend!yunho who doesn’t blink when you suddenly say you two need to head out. "darling, how polite do you think that is?", he leans his head down to you, trying to spare himself a second of a private conversation, he wont try and lie, he already misses the peace you two had, but saying you two are leaving just because of some friendly questions-
"i can just lie sweatheart, ill tell them you totally dont kick, snore, drool or talk in your sleep :) " he whispered dead serious, but somehow you cant take it seriously with the way his knees are still bent, meeting your eye level and he didnt even try to hide the mischeif in his eyes
"because that WOULD´NT BE A LIE?" "shhh, private convo remember? im not killing my knees for you to yell"
you break out of your bubble when you hear someone questions your earlier statement, someone asks, surprised, “where to so soon, you should stay for dinner?”
bingo! thats it! "grocery shopping—we’ll be making dinner tonight" There’s a pause. A look exchanged between relatives.
yunho who just smiles, reaches for his jacket, and thanks them before leaving. Like this was totally planned
.....
"why did i say that" you say standing in the hallway as you wat for yuhno to grab your jacket as well, helping you put it on like the gentleman he is
"nervous reaction? its alright though, i get to show my cooking skills as well as my social ones- purrfect"
....
boyfriend!yunho who lets you lead through the aisles, but remembers what you mention liking and quietly adds it to the basket. also what your mum mentioned she likes munching on while binge watching soap dramas
boyfriend!yunho pays for everything and boyfriend!yunho who carries the bags without comment, walking close, shoulders brushing yours now and then. good luck trying to carry anything though, hed give you an apple max, seconds later opening the bag again for you to drop the apple in because its more tiring holding an apple than a bag that actually has a handle to be held!
"that makes perfect sense darling, i totally understand your view, that you for being brave and trying out the theory, humanity owes you one"
...
boyfriend!yunho who, tells you to go freshen up while he take out the grocery, then while youre distracted, loosen all the jars incase you wants to use them later. you wouldnt even notices, but hes still make eye contact with your aunt, being caught red handed, he just nods and looks back down, (shy shy shy)
boyfriend!yunho who cooks!
boyfriend!yunho who naturally takes over the kitchen, movements confident but gentle. He asks where things are, listens, adapts. shame on him for expecting you to remember where your mom puts things, or used to, woman changes them as often as the pillowcases.
''sweetheart, where is the turmeric?" "MUM, where is your turmeric" the yelling has him rubbing the bridge of his nose, he tried again "sweetheart... i didnt mean for you to bother her, i wouldve searched if you didnt know w-" "my apologies mr. uno keep on", you mumble scrolling as you chill on the counter, only moving if he needs the wooden spoon you'd happen to be sitting on, legs swinging slightly, yapping about everything and nothing. Stealing small bites. Commenting constantly.
boyfriend!yunho who hums back responses, smiles at you/after finding the turmeric/, keeps cooking like this is his favorite background noise.
boyfriend!yunho who lets you “help” even when you’re clearly not needed.
meanwhile you're just happy that you're getting some peace after that wholesome of the family interview earlier that day, but little did you know that the same warm family were spying on the couple in the kitchen. although they were busy finishing the snacks yunho got them at the same time
...
boyfriend!yunho who serves others first. makes sure everyones plates are filled. filling yours before everyone else
boyfriend!yunho who checks if anyone needs water, offers refills without being asked. well soon you got thirsty, and its normal for you to express it right?
"daddy, im thirsty", dropping your comment and watching as yunho and your father who'd rightfully claim he was in fact your dad reached for the water mug. yunho closes his eyes for a second, just understanding what you were up to, before going back to his polite smile and pouring you that damn water
"yeah because you just had to do something right?" he whispers mentally trying to forget the look of everyone's face after the dishes were washed and everyone separated for a little post-feast pause. you smile while playing with the bottoms of his shirt. "well, either this or i could make up somehting about you being the one who kicks in their sleep, bc that wouldnt be a lie right?"
"no way you did that because that now, it was ages ago"
"this morning", you smirk looking away, you thought you were so smart.
"you think youre being smart?" he leaned down again, a hand against the wall behind you, "or are you bored? you know how to behave now have you forgotten"
"well maybe you should remind m-" "y/n dear can you come help your dad find the remote?"
"opps gottagobyebyedaddy" and there you ran off. good thing you werent gotta sleep over that night. youd eventually come back to his car to get home, your home
Author's Note: Hi guys! For this new year, I wanted to try my hand at doing an event! This is the campus romancers event that I've had in mind for some time to exercise the fact that I never got to experience a university/college love (pls don't tell me I wasn't missing out on much, I WILL start crying). Anyways, below are the titles, summaries, and release schedules for each minific (no wc this time bc we have learned that I probably NOT follow through... but probably/hopefully under 5k for each fic lol), so I hope you guys look forward to and enjoy reading!!!
Incessant (Seonghwa x Reader) 💋
↪ The one where Seonghwa, the assigned mentor for your masters degree, suggests you practice making children before teaching them. (breeding, roughplay)
Tailormade (Hongjoong x Reader) 💋
↪ The one where Hongjoong, a textile design student, is the only available TA in the entire design building during the late hours of the night. (choking/breathplay, bondage)
Citation (Yunho x Reader) (coming 250124) 💋
↪ The one where Yunho, your literary studies tutor, spots an incredibly important reference for your thesis in an abandoned corner of the library. (manhandling, exhibitionism)
Repitition (Yeosang x Reader) (coming 250131) 💋
↪ The one where Yeosang, your personal student trainer, helps you get "dressed" after your sore muscles leave you incapacitated. (manhandling, bondage, body worshipping)
Eutony (San x Reader) (coming 250207) 💋
↪ The one where San, your criminal justice group partner, has an unorthodox approach in getting you ready for your first mock trial. (spanking, roughplay, edging)
Melodies (Mingi x Reader) (coming 250214) 💋
↪ The one where Mingi, the cute audio engineering major student you've admired from afar, finally manages to get you alone at a frat party. (sensory deprivation, squirting)
Semantics (Wooyoung x Reader) (coming 250221) 💋
↪ The one where Wooyoung, a linguistics major, can't seem to keep his thoughts, or his hands, to himself in the back of a busy lecture hall. (exhibitionism, edging)
Hands-On (Jongho x Reader) (coming 250228) 💋
↪ The one where Jongho, a biochemistry major, wants to see how the material he's learning in his physiology class applies to the human body, your body in particular. (overstimulation, squirting)
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you wish there would be a time you could call your life boring again. before all the mess, before the town fell apart, before your father disowned you. before jeong yunho.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x f!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 11.1k
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: wild west theme, cowboy!yunho, bartender!reader
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: praising, claiming, dacryphilia, marking, size kink, oral, unprotected sex, outdoor sex
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence, weapons, alcohol consumption, murder, slight gore, attempted SA
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: django performance might be the reason why i switched from hongjoong to yunho after four years of being loyal. NOT PROOFREAD I AM IMPATIENT I HAD TO POST IT BEFORE GOING TO BED! <3
i'm not your sweetheart, you wanted to mutter. but you bit your tongue, remembering that your father is somewhere in the room. so you have no other choice but to approach the loud, messy table, and pour the greasy dirty man another glass of whatever alcohol you had in hand. it didn't matter anymore, as long as it filled his stomach.
"that's a good girl," he roars with laughter, heavy hand landing on your bottom and making you jolt.
your eyes seek your father, silently asking for help. but no help comes. instead, he points to a different table that demands attention, and leaves the saloon. you stand still, voices muffling around you. your neatly put bun is now falling apart, strands loose on your face and sticking due to sweat, your clothes are heavy on you, and your hands will soon start shaking if you don't take a break from all the work. from early mornings, to even earlier ones the next day, you are destined to be a servant on your own father's property. you wonder if this will last forever. pouring alcohol, dodging flying chairs and tables, taking the harassment so you can survive for another month.
if this really is your future, then what is the point of living? will he marry you off to one of these men? or will he keep you as his servant until the end of his days? you remember the day everything changed for you. you had just come back from the city, finishing the school day. barely a teen, hand in hand with your best friends. your father sat you in the empty saloon, putting his hands on your shoulders.
"you're quitting school."
just a month after you buried your mother, he told you that. there was nobody to help him, he had to fire his staff, and laid his trust into you. the business was crazy that week. who wouldn't want to come and see the owner's little daughter serving alcohol? those men congratulated your father on your birth, watched you play on the street, went to your mother's funeral and wailed with you, came to the saloon to see you struggle with bottles and glasses, only later to have their filthy hands all over you as soon as you turned eighteen. it doesn't stop, no matter how many times you ask. the pleading only makes them do it more, those sick bastards. and each one of them have a wife waiting at home, and a child comforting her.
"hey, bitch, over here!"
monday was a peaceful day. no work, not at the saloon at least. but a basket full of dirty old clothes awaits by the door, waiting to be washed. it is a cold autumn morning, the sun very low in the sky and not warming at all. you drag your feet across the field, hands red from the weight of the basket and the frost. your dress catches onto various branches and bushes, but you do not look back. you need to be done before noon, so you can make lunch for your father.
reaching the river, you drop the basket on the dying grass. a few flowers are still scattered here and there, fighting their way through the cold morning dew. as you scrub your father's shirt on the washboard, you notice just how old those clothes have gotten. you both need new ones, you cannot be walking around looking like the poorest people in town, while owning a saloon. but your father sees no value in those things. talking to him is like talking to a wall that might hit you if you say something it doesn't like. so you keep your mouth shut.
the used, thin washboard suddenly snaps under your hands, a piece of wood jamming into your skin and making you yelp. your skin being almost frozen from being in cold water, and then getting pierced, makes you finally break down. you hug your knees to your chest, and bury your head into the muddy dress. you're cold, in pain, and you miss your mother. your friends. the life you had, and the life you were supposed to have.
sometimes, you selfishly blamed your mother for dying. if she was still here, you could've had a life just like your friends. finding a job in the big city, a man too, a decent one. not this.
you hide your hands in the ruffles of your worn out dress, seeking warmth. you cannot go back home without washing the rest of the clothes, and the sun is rising faster than you want it to. noon will come by soon, and you will have two tasks unfinished. your father won't be pleased.
a distant neigh and galloping have your attention, your head curiously turning to see who it could be. your heart almost sinks when you see the speed the horses are headed at towards you, but with legs and bum frozen on the ground, you cannot move. all you can do is close your eyes in defeat, hoping for the best.
the gallop stops, now switching to a trot. you open your eyes, and see two shiny horses in front of you. the two men riding them dismount, one of them standing next to his horse and taking the leash from the other one. the taller man adjusts his hat, gaze fixed on the floor, and fastens his holster. you gulp, seeing the shiny revolver resting on his hip. then, he raises his head to finally look at you. you almost forget the potential danger of the situation once you look at his brown eyes. he is tall. very tall. and absolutely gorgeous. you look away, suddenly aware of how you look. heavens, what a perfect timing.
"oh, it's just a doe." he says, voice soft and sweet. he tilts his head, trying to get you to look at him. when you don't, he takes a step closer to you, careful not to scare you away. "came for a morning refreshment?"
you don't respond. instead, you look at the man behind him. he stands still, leashes in his hands. his clothes are a bit more rugged than the ones on the man in front of you, but it fits his image very well. then, your eyes betray you end lay on the man in front of you again. he wears a brown leather jacket with fringes, dark blue jeans, and matching brown boots. his brown hat sits perfectly on his head, giving him a mysterious look. he notices you staring, and only chuckles softly. he reaches into his saddlebag, retrieving something wrapped in a white cloth.
"hungry?"
this time, your stomach is the one that betrays you. it decides to grumble as soon as you shake your head no, making the man chuckle again.
"go on, you can have it. you look like you need it."
he holds it out for you to take, closing the distance further. you step back, remembering your father's words.
"no speaking to other men outside of the saloon. if i see you do that, i will personally declare you a whore. nobody will want to marry you, and you'll be alone for the rest of your life."
charming. the man doesn't give up, as he steps further towards you. you step back again, hunger, fear and curiosity fighting inside of you and making you sick to your stomach.
"it's alright. it's just food, i don't mean you any harm."
but he doesn't know what words ring inside your head. taking another step back, your heart almost stops once again. you have stepped into the shallow river, your body losing balance following. the handsome cowboy drops the item on the floor, and firmly grabs your waist and pulls you back to stand on the grass. you instinctively grab onto his shoulders for support, and he pulls your body into his. you breathe out when your chest collides with his, overwhelmed by the situation.
"clumsy girl," he teases.
you can't make yourself move, not only because you don't want to, but because his grip is firm on your waist. he safely moves you away from the water and removes one hand from your body, only to move the loose strands of hair from your face.
"wyatt," he calls.
the other man steps towards the two of you, not uttering a word.
"you go on. i'll catch up with you."
without protest, he gets on his horse, nods towards his companion, then gallops away. you are left alone with the ridiculously handsome cowboy, now feeling a bit warmer than a few moments ago. the man finally lets go of you, picking up the cloth from the ground. a distant thunder surprises you, and you look over at the scattered clothes. the black clouds over the mountains are covering the blue sky quite fast, and it just seems at this moment that everything is working against you.
you hurriedly collect the remaining dirty clothes, crouching down and brushing it against the half of the washboard as best as you can. your hand is in pain, still dripping red, but your father's consequences are more painful. you'd rather have a hundred more splinters ripping your skin than your father slapping you across the face like he is used to.
the man lets you finish, turning his attention to the horse. in the corner of your eye, you see him caressing the horse's mane. the animal leans into his hand, enjoying the comfort of his warm and caring touch. he looks so tough, yet his actions are a complete opposite.
"if you're done staring, you can join me."
caught red handed, and red cheeked, you turn around to see him sat under the nearby tree, opening the white cloth. he sets it on the ground near him, and folds his arms across his chest. you pick up the now clean clothes, the broken washboard forgotten and floating somewhere further down the field. you sit next to him, the food serving as an imaginary border. he takes his hat off, putting it over his face and rests his head against the tree.
"if you're embarrassed to eat in front of me. now i won't look. eat. please."
and you do. you take a bite of the biscuit, enjoying it like it's your first one ever. you take the chance now that he doesn't see anything to properly look around. his horse is gorgeous, white with brown legs and head. you then look at its owner, still chewing on the biscuit. the more you look at him, the more your stomach feels all fuzzy. is this what it feels like to be attracted to a man? are you finally experiencing a crush?
you should really get home.
thunder grumbles again, causing the horse to become restless.
"shh, you're good." the cowboy says soothingly, not moving from his spot. and the horse listens.
it soothes you too, because you lean against the tree like him, and silently eat. your breathing matches his, and for a moment, you think that he has fallen asleep. until you start feeling drops of rain on your head. you don't say anything. you don't really need to, because the man interrupts his short break by standing up and putting his hand out for you to take. you take it, your hand melting into his as he helps you up. his touch is secure, and gentle. nobody has ever held you this way, and you are afraid you might get used to it. he leads you to his horse, throwing his spare jacket your way.
"i'll take you home."
"no!"
the cowboy scrunches his eyebrows, and abruptly turns towards you. his hand doesn't leave yours, no matter how hard you pull. "she speaks." he says, as if he made an important discovery.
you shake your head frantically, repeating yourself. "no, you can't."
"why?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"because."
"that's not a valid answer, sunshine."
if your stomach wasn't turning from the difficult situation you have found yourself in, it would turn from the simple nickname coming from his mouth. you aren't quite sure whether you're feeling nervous because of your father, or because of the handsome stranger. you remember that he is just a stranger, no matter in how much awe he has you. if you get on his horse, he could take you anywhere. but if you don't get on his horse, he could simply tie you up and take you with him anyway.
fuck.
"i like to walk." you blurt out, grabbing the basket of clothes and holding it in front of you, as if shielding yourself from him.
"lies."
"please, just leave me alone. thank you for the food, and for, well, not letting me fall into the water, but-"
"does he beat you every day?"
he says it with a tone so serious it has your blood going cold in your veins. his gaze becomes stone cold, dark, and it pierces right through you. seeing your distressed face, he steps towards you again, moving your hair away from your neck. the bruise you thought you so cleverly hid now uncovered in front of him. funny how a potentially dangerous stranger shows more interest in it than the town.
"or only when you do something wrong?"
"i don't see how that's any of your business."
"it isn't. however, if you want it to stop, you might have to make it my business."
you wish for nothing more than for it to stop. but exactly how does this man plan to make it his business? talk to your father? teach him a lesson? or the worst?
"i'll tell you what. i'll bring you just to the hill so nobody sees us, and you think about what i said until then."
you nod, defeated. you really need to get home as quick as possible and get started on the lunch. the cowboy helps you up on the horse, then climbs behind you. this is the closest you've ever been to a man, and if you weren't sneakily reading those short romance stories in the back of the discarded newspaper, you would think that you are becoming ill by how hot your cheeks feel. when he grabs the leash, also helping you hold the basket in the process, you take your time to admire his hands. pretty pale fingers, slightly muddy from maybe hours or days of riding. he smells of whiskey, vanilla and a hint of tobacco. you allow yourself a moment of weakness, closing your eyes and inhaling the scent. it doesn't help the way his warm chest and torso are pressed against your back, rubbing against you with each horses gallop.
when you open your eyes, you are disappointed to see the hill. it means that the short little adventure with the mystery cowboy has come to an end, and that you might never see him again. it's all up to you. and you hate that.
he helps you down, then fixes the ruffles of your dress that were slightly turned upwards from riding while you are occupied with the clothes in the basket.
"well?" he finally says, seeing that you have no intention of speaking first.
"i'll be fine." you lie.
you almost miss the way he bites the inside of his cheek from disappointment. almost. he nods, understandingly, and approaches you. for the last time, maybe. he takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing over the place where your splinter is. "take care of that. wouldn't want such pretty hands to be in pain or have a scar."
he kisses the back of it, eyes not once leaving yours. you almost shiver, from the cold and from his touch.
"thank you for your company, dove. we must part ways now, but i do hope i see you again one day. you are too pretty to forget."
he takes his hat off to say his goodbye, then climbs back on his horse. with a sweet smile and a nod, he gallops away. you stand there and watch, heart swelling with sadness. you watch and watch, until he becomes just a small little dot in the distance.
weeks pass, and your life dynamic does not change. you still serve drunk perverts, avoid sexual offers, cook, and freeze yourself by the river. only now, you wake up earlier than usual, and keep looking at your surroundings in hopes of seeing a familiar brown hat. but you never see it. it's been almost two months, and not a single sign from him. maybe for the best. he did look like bad news. very handsome bad news.
you currently sit in a dark corner in the saloon, reading last weeks newspaper for the romance update on the last page. the appearance of the main character morphs into the cowboy in your head. no longer short, blonde haired with blue eyes and bulk figure, but dark haired with a short mullet, with brown eyes and a slender figure. you didn't even catch his name, yet you shamelessly daydream about him.
the doors of the saloon aggressively swing, startling you and breaking your bubble. you turn the newspaper upside down, hiding your little secret. a young man, known as denver, stands at the entrance, face pure horror. your father approaches him, putting his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.
"what's wrong, boy?"
denver barely gets his sentence out, before countless gallops are heard outside, accompanied with various screams. "he's here."
"who is?"
"the stallion."
you have never seen your father scared. and that scared you even more. he took a step back, abandoning the young man. the saloon became a mess, everyone pushing each other on the way to the exit, but suddenly coming to a halt. you stand up, taking your place behind the bar. the people are stepping back, slowly, still facing towards the doors. they separate in two groups, making way for the intruder. and when your eyes land on the intruder, you swear your heart could jump right on the bar in front of you.
your cowboy, your mystery man, the man you prayed you'd see again, stands in your saloon. drenched in blood and dust, sweaty, and with a revolver in his hand. the look on his face when he sees you tells you that you weren't meant to see him in this state. but he doesn't say anything. instead, he approaches the bar, along with his companions. they are all a mess, but not as much as him.
"good day, darling."
your stomach twists again, and you have to fight the urge to smile. you can't smile, not when everyone around you is terrified. you clear your throat, collecting any stray thoughts before speaking. "good day, sir."
"two rooms. and two bottles of whiskey waiting for me tonight." he says, a sweet smile on his lips.
"uh, yes-"
"there are no rooms available for you." your father interrupts, making his way to the bar.
the cowboy raises his eyebrow, then looks at your father. "oh?"
"yes. so i'm afraid you'll have to call it a day here."
the young man chuckles, eyes returning to your face. he throws a roll of money on the counter, then pushes is towards your father with his stained revolver. "don't be afraid, we won't."
you feel caged by his gaze, afraid to even move. why are you here, you wanted to ask. and why do you look like that. his clothes might look different, but the look on his face when he looks at you stays the same. in the corner of your eye, you notice someone trying to exit sneakily. but the cowboy also seems to catch it, because he points his trusted weapon toward the ceiling and-
"argh!" the woman screams, pure fear painted on her face.
"nobody leaves, until i get two fucking rooms and two bottles of whiskey. have i made myself clear?" he slams the revolver on the counter, causing you to jolt and step back. "now, if your pretty little daughter said that i can have them, just why the fuck are you meddling?"
defeated, your father takes the money, then nods your way. "show them."
alone?, you wanted to ask. but your tongue feels swollen, and your jaw heavy. you don't say anything. instead, you look at the fearsome cowboy, then proceed upstairs. the three of them follow, not uttering a word. you reach the rooms, opening the doors for them to see. the cowboy nods towards the room, sending them a signal to go in. when the two finally close the door, the dark haired man wastes no time in softly pinning you against the wall, just between the two doors.
"there, there. are you that scared of me, sunshine?"
you swear your eyes couldn't get any wider, and you hate it. you must look like a freak to him. but if you do, he doesn't show any disgust. he removes your hair from your neck once again, letting it fall down your back. his knuckles caress the now yellow spot on the neck, the bruise slowly healing.
his eyes shift from the bruise to your eyes, his gaze softening. "not excited to see me?"
you gulp, figuring which words to use. you are, and you are not. you don't even know.
"that's okay."
his other hand find its spot on the back of your head, slightly tilting it so that the injured side of the neck is more exposed. you feel his warm breath against your skin, growing hotter and closer. you finally let out a noise, it being a whimper rather than a proper word or sentence. soft lips graze your skin, before his tongue delicately swipes across your bruise. your stomach has never felt fuzzier, and your head is in the clouds. all those butterflies you felt while reading the newspaper have now turned into a volcano, waiting to erupt any second. the cowboy continues giving attention to your now sensitive neck, having you tremble in his arms.
he notices, putting his other hand on your waist and pushing you further into the wall, silently ordering you to stay still. he leans his own body into you, warm sensation enveloping you and causing you to moan into his ear.
realizing your horrible mistake, your hands quickly find their way to his firm chest, in an attempt to push him away. but instead, your fingers grip the fabric of his ruined leather jacket, and your head falls completely in his control. his hand massages your scalp, all while his tongue never leaves you. he switches from tender kisses, to kitten licks, and if he doesn't stop soon, you might just drip all over the floor and his shoes.
as if he heard you, he delivers one final kiss, before he pulls away. "i'll see you downstairs at dinner. thank you for the room, dove. and for the lunch."
hearing the door slam shut, you can finally breathe normally. you are left to tremble against the wall, your neck and underwear wet, all because of him. you rush to one of the empty rooms, at the end of the hallway. you lock it, then toss yourself on the bed. you waste no time in flipping your dress over, your fingers finding the soft folds between your legs. you gasp, more at the state of it than the feeling. you are soaked, your fingers almost slipping from your folds.
you spend a worrying amount of time trying to please yourself somehow, but the buildup is just growing and growing, not giving any signs of erupting soon. no matter how much you picture your handsome cowboy, just a few doors away.
and you don't even know his name.
"did he touch you?"
"what?!"
"i'm serious. did he do anything to you?"
"father-" since when do you care? "he didn't!"
he continues to follow you while you serve the guests, asking questions and demanding to know the truth. "did he say anything?"
"like?"
"anything."
"he asked for a prostitute and i said i'm available tonight."
smack.
nobody turns, already used to your father's free will. you bite the inside of your now stinging hot cheek, wishing for nothing more than to hit him with the bottle of gin you had in your hand.
"fucking slut. just like your mother. give me that." he yanks the tray from your hands, causing two glasses to fall and shatter. "pick that up, and go to the stables."
"but it's dinner time-"
"judith will help me. go. now."
not only do you end up not eating yourself, but you don't see the man whose lips you're still feeling on you. maybe that's why your father told you to leave, just so you don't see him. is it possible that he knows today isn't the first time you see the cowboy?
you search for his horse, the one you thought was the prettiest one you've seen. but it's not in the stable.
"it got shot. he had to put her down." slowly getting used to sudden intrusions, you turn around. one of his companions sit on a block of hay.
"oh." is all you manage to say.
"a shame, really. especially because she was a present from his wife."
"what?" you turn around, the bucket of carrots falling from your hands.
"ah, he didn't tell you? why would he. he wouldn't be able to get into your pants if you knew he was married. haven't you noticed something shiny on his finger?"
no, no you haven't. because you were so mesmerized by his face and behavior you didn't question whether he has someone waiting for him at home. besides, a married man wouldn't... touch you the way he did?
"ah, poor thing. you thought he had a thing for you? you don't compare to his wife. he's an outlaw after all, our yunho. his wife is a perfect match for him, almost a female version of him. did you know that the bounty on her head is higher than his?"
you feel like you could throw up. from multiple reasons. you let a married man touch you. hell, you touched yourself to a married man. not just an ordinary man, but an outlaw? what if his wife finds out? is she really that dangerous? will you be next on her victim list? not able to contain the emotions any longer, you run to the corner, bending over the blocks of hay and puking on the floor.
"ah, there, there. i'm quite surprised, that was the calmest reaction yet. other women tend to jump at his throat immediately."
other women? the ground sways under your feet, threatening to crumble and swallow you.
"since you're not in a state to speak, i'll answer all the questions in your head. have a seat, please."
you finally take a good look at the man once you sit down, seeing him stand up in front of you. he's no less handsome than the cowboy, yunho, and he is older. but the somewhat evil smirk on his face is off putting. you hold the now empty bucket in your lap, carrots laying on the ground for the horses to feast on. just in case you feel sick again.
"see, while yunho does love his dear wife, she can be a bit of a handful for him. too... dominant for him, one could say. so he seeks submissiveness in other women, just like you. women who are the opposite to lori, women who are, well, nothing. much like you."
his words shoot at your heart, and you know he is right. it just feels disappointing to hear it out loud. were you really a nothing?
"he sleeps with them and whatever, and kindly robs them while they sleep from exhaustion. the rest of us do the same with others, not to worry. it's rude to exclude, don't you think? you know, you should really pay more attention to that notice board next to your house. my head is the third one from the left, right under the mighty stallion."
"why would you tell me this? what's in it for you?"
"my, you speak! what's in it for me? nothing, if i'm being honest. i just happen to be aware of the treatment your father gives you, and i guess the years are starting to catch up to me. i think i feel pity."
"you're going to ask for something in return, aren't you?"
"clever girl, you are." he crouches in front of you, cupping your cheek and caressing it with his thumb. "give me what you wanted to give yunho."
"i didn't want to-"
"you think i'm dumb? like you? i know that if he had only asked you, you would've jumped in his bed right away. therefore, i tell you, give me what i ask."
"no."
the older man scoffs, then stands up again. his hand remains on your cheek, but his thumb stops caressing it. he removes it, only to bring it back with a slap. losing balance, you fall on the ground. the man doesn't give you any time to process what just happened, grabbing you by your shoulders and throwing you on the pile of hay. you open your mouth, letting out a scream that gets cut off by his lips on your mouth. they feel greasy, reeking of onion and beef, not remotely close to yunho's.
your hands are trapped above your head, his hand holding it in place while his other one struggles with the layers of your dress and apron. you kick, as fast and hard as you can, but you only manage to piss him off. he pulls away, only to spit in your face.
"i bet you wouldn't give yunho a hard time like this. why do all women have to be so difficult? all i want to do is make you feel good, baby."
tears stream down your face, words stuck in your throat. even though nothing is blocking your mouth anymore, you don't speak.
"you know, if you just let me... i'd get rid of your father for good. i could take you with me, i'd make you feel good any time you ask. i could-"
his words are left hanging in the air, and you feel hot liquid splash over your face. the shooting noise catches up to you right after the man's body falls on you, lifeless. you finally scream, lungs hurting from the amount of it. your hands fly to your face, wiping off the liquid and staring at it. red drips down your hands, onto your neck, pure terror filling your body as you realize you have someone's remains all over you. short and fast breaths leave your mouth, chest compressed under his heavy figure. it is not until another figure pulls him off you, and puts his hand over your mouth with hushing noises.
"it's alright, love." you recognize the voice as wyatt's, who then helps you up. "hey, you're fine."
you're not. you do not know who to trust. then again, when you don't trust your own father, why bother?
"let's get you washed."
after splashing your face with cold water and wiping it with his handkerchief, wyatt helps you to the back entrance of the saloon, then goes back to the stables. probably to finish the business.
you find yourself laying in the guest bed again, only this time, the sheets aren't wet from arousal, but from tears. you spend at least two hours, eyes fixed on the wooden ceiling . you feel dirty, still feeling his dirty hands all over you. your fingers hesitantly touch your face, afraid that you'll stain them red again. your dress and apron still have droplets of now brown liquid. is this what yunho does? is that why he looked the way he did when he entered the saloon? only the blood on his clothes was still red, still very fresh.
if what the dead man said was true, then you best stay out of the cowboy's way. and just like that, your secret little romance story has turned into a horror one.
the next few days, you don't see yunho much. you see the prostitutes coming down from the top floor, sometimes two or three of them at a time. and you are disgusted. you only see him at breakfast, from afar, and he doesn't show much interest in approaching you. his companions surround him, making the frown on his face bigger every day. were they discussing the strategy of robbing the town? was there something in their way?
for a split second, the man catches your gaze. his eyes soften, and you swear you could see a faint smile on his lips. but you couldn't return it. not when you know the intentions behind it. the soft look is replaced by confusion, which grows even bigger when you only spare him an ice cold glance and move on with your work.
saturday evening, the saloon is full. it is foggy, reeks of cigarettes and alcohol, and is loud. you don't see him or his crew yet, and you are thankful for it. at least one evening of peace. so far.
"it's kind of disappointing, you know? i mean, the sex is amazing. well, you know. you had him yesterday. but it's so sad that the town fears him and wants him dead. wouldn't mind having a piece of that every day. my body is burning, and it's been two days, but i still want more."
"i know, right? what a shame. i wish he'd stick around longer. i don't know about you, but i love that thrill of knowing that he's an outlaw. a wanted man, a gorgeous wanted man, having his way with me? i don't think anything will top that. i mean, did you see his-"
"another drink?" you interrupt, not able to listen anymore.
they giggle among each other before handing you the downed glasses. the saloon quiets down when they hear thuds coming from the stairs. you regret looking up, eyes immediately locking with familiar brown ones. everyone seems to watch their step, ready to get up and free a table if yunho desires it. oh, the amount of power he holds. that isn't supposed to make you feel some type of way. you're supposed to hate him.
but how, when he approaches you so politely, tucking that loose piece of hair that's been bothering you all evening behind your ear. such a simple gesture, which awakes the oceans in you, and probably means nothing to him. just a foreplay, before he finally cages you and fulfills his plans.
slowly, but surely, the music goes on. the people are relaxed once they see yunho doesn't have any thirst for blood tonight.
"gin."
"right away."
the night goes on, with you tending to everyone. and the cowboy follows you with his eyes, so much that the two women at the bar near him start throwing themselves at him just to get his attention.
"say, when are we going to have fun again?"
"yeah, stallion. did you forget us already?"
yunho chuckles, seeing you approach the other side of the bar and mouth their words with a mocking face. you hear him, raising your head enough to look at him. caught red handed, you only awkwardly press your lips in a thin line, continuing to wash the dirty glasses.
"you were never really ones to remember," yunho simply says, bringing the glass to his lips and downing the drink in one go.
he stands up, not sparing the women a glance even after they audibly gasp and start murmuring among each other. he approaches your father, saying something into his ear, then looks at you once again before disappearing upstairs.
"here," a clean washcloth lands on the bar counter by the end of the night.
"what?"
"that cowboy, stallion. he needs a bath."
"so? he can get his own washcloths. why do i need to- oh."
"yeah, oh. we haven't had a single man in a while, so there was no need for edith. now you can go fill her position."
great.
you knock on the door, and use the other hand to fix your hair before you hear him say come in. you do as told, two washcloths secure in your hand as you go deeper in the room. it takes everything in you to stand still not collapse from the sight. his clothes are carelessly dumped on the floor, and he lays still in the wooden basin filled with water. the place is steamy, the fireplace keeping the winter cold away. yunho has his arms hanging from the basin, and his head resting against the edge. the steam has caused his hair to stick to his face, which was shiny. droplets of sweat roll down his neck and into the water, and you think that is the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.
he is so manly, so handsome, and so...
"you gonna stand there and watch while i slowly cook myself into a stew here?"
he is fresh shaven, that is the first thing you notice when you approach him. he lazily opens his eyes, the hot water having relaxed his muscles a bit more than he wanted to. "right, sorry."
you wet one washcloth, then wrap it around a bar of soap. you haven't done this since... ever. yes, you helped wash your sick cousin. but she was sick, and it was different. this? having a whole man naked right in front of you, and you were supposed to touch him?
"go on. i don't bite. not unless you want to."
"i really don't." you murmur, finally pressing the soap against his hot skin.
you exhale, your heart threatening to escape from your chest and jump into the basin with the cowboy. a thin layer of fabric is all that is in the way of you finally feeling him the way you wanted. a fabric that could so easily just slip from your fingers, and you accidentally touch him. and he likes it. and he acts on it. and-
"i see you breaking your back down there. every day. with your father, with all those perverts, with all those jealous women. you deserve better. my offer still stands, you know?"
"i'm fine," you say, just like last time.
"give yourself some time to think."
the next half hour is quiet. peaceful sounds of the wood cracking, water dripping, and yunho's calm breathing. his eyes are locked on you, and you are sweating as much as him, only for different reasons. you fear that he can read your mind, figure out just how naughty the images in your head are getting. but when it gets to a certain point, you are reminded of that night, and you stop. that bastard has stolen your first kiss, and almost stole your first time. if anything, you are thankful that yunho has brought wyatt with him.
"uh... can you sit up straight?"
yunho raises an eyebrow, amused. you clear your throat when he doesn't move, looking around before finally figuring it out.
"could you sit up straight, sir? please?"
"right away, darling."
he does as asked, exposing his back to you. heavens, you want to- you want to- you don't even know what you want. there he sits, a whole meal right in front of you, and all you can do is breathe heavily and act all clumsy. you rub the soap on his back, gently massaging him and feeling every line on his body.
"you missed a spot."
"huh?"
"right here." his warm hand takes your wrist, guiding you towards his chest once again. your hand rests over his beating heart, and if you weren't so foolishly focused on seeing what the missed spot was, you would've seen the look on his face that is yelling to kiss him.
"oh, sorry."
he doesn't get angry. instead, he chuckles fondly. you are so delicate and innocent, it hurts him. too mesmerized by your focused face, he doesn't notice that your hand is traveling to his stomach. he jolts, hand clasping your wrist so tight that it has you whimper. you seem to have found a sensitive spot, not only to the body, but to the mind and heart. the look on his face shifts from a soft to an angry one, and you take it as your cue to step back.
"that's all. you can go." he mutters, looking away from you.
"but-"
"i'll finish up. go."
coming back to the stables, it takes a lot of energy. you first go during the day, with jongho. he knew, wyatt told him. the rest only knew that wyatt and the man got into a fight and wyatt had to shoot him. jongho is understanding, kind, and doesn't seem to share any of the qualities that the dead man had given them. not only is he not interested in doing any harm to the town and its people, but he is rather helpful.
yunho, again, is nowhere to be seen. you hesitate to ask. you don't know what you did wrong, but you pray that the night isn't your last encounter with him.
you stand in front of the stables, memories flooding your brain once you see the hay blocks. they have been rearranged, some destroyed, possibly by jongho or wyatt. the horses are sitting together in the corner, enjoying the warmth of each other during the first snowy day.
"i can't do it."
"that's alright. i won't force you. i just don't want one sick man to keep haunting you even when he's no longer here."
"i need time."
jongho only smiles reassuringly, patting your shoulder. he's nice, why doesn't your stomach toss and turn when you see him the way it does when you see yunho?
"i still wonder what he told you about yunho. your behaviour towards him isn't at all like he described it."
"what, he spoke to you about me?"
wyatt subtly kicks his knee from the side, ordering him to stop. but jongho feels rather mischievous today, and is growing annoyed of his leader. they were supposed to move on days ago, not behave like tourists.
"you first. i want to know why you despise him. well, except obvious reasons." the young man turns around, pointing at their companions scattered in the main street, keeping people away and scared.
you sit on the bench in front of the stable, running your hands through your already messy hair before finding the right words to say. "is he married?"
the two men look at each other, their faces not giving you much of an answer. they are extremely good at masking their emotions. wyatt sighs, sitting down to your right. "yes. and no."
"what do you mean? yes or no?"
"well, it's complicated." jongho says, sitting to your left.
"it's also not our story to tell," wyatt adds, looking over at jongho with a warning look, "yunho is the one that should be telling you."
you scoff, making both men look at you in confusion. "does it matter? he'll just sleep with me, you all will do your part of the job, and then you'll leave. i should do it as soon as possible, for both of our sakes. i imagine you can't wait to leave this town, just like we can't wait for you to leave."
"listen, if yunho wanted to harm you, he would. we never stay in one place longer than three days. we've been here far longer, as you can see. i don't know the reason yet, but i know he doesn't mean any harm. did he have a change of heart? doubt it. will he continue his crimes? i don't doubt that. is there something holding him here? yes, yes there is. i might have a guess, but-"
"jongho. shut the fuck up."
"i wasn't going to tell her, wyatt, relax."
the two men bicker over you, random words and sentences traveling to your ears and overstimulating your brain. you start feeling dizzy, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. you stand up and march down the street, leaving the two men to feel bad on the bench.
the next time you go to the stables, it is night again. and it is because your father throws a glass at you. it hits the wall right next to you, breaking, shards flying into your skin. you have nowhere to go, yunho's companions basically running the town by now. you don't need one of them to get a hold of you again. you sit on the new pile of hay, far in the corner. sobbing, pulling at your hair, cursing yourself.
how wise would it be to actually take his offer? would you be able to survive on your own? or would every single man in town finally be happy that you're all alone, unprotected, and out of someone's cage.
it hurts to even think about it, and it causes you to sob even more. your chest hurts, and after what seems like hours of crying, you aren't sure if it's from physical or emotional pain.
the animals seem to feel sorry for you, because soon enough two horses find their comfort in the hay right next to you, shielding your figure from the outside world. you can't help but laugh at the bigger one, his head pushing into your lap and demanding attention.
"aren't you cute?"
your fingers gently caress its neck, lulling it to sleep. it seems like the whole stable was affected, because soon enough they all start laying down one by one, calling it an early night and pulling you to sleep with them. funny how you got way more peace and affection from animals than your own family.
"moonshine."
click. click. click.
"come on, girl."
the warm surface you were laying on moves, following the mouth clicking noises and leaving your head to rest on the hay. you're still asleep, not aware that someone else has joined you in the stable. but the other person isn't aware that you're there either.
"there's my good girl," the man pets the black stallion, which lives up to its name and stands under the moonlight, in its full glory and shine. "aren't you beautiful?"
your eyes peel open, the voice slowly waking you up. you hear crunching, and a bucket rattling. when you finally open your eyes, you see the outline of the familiar figure at the entrance. it is not yet morning, that you figure out by the darkness that has swallowed the place. the only light being the gas lantern hanging from the saloons entrance, you don't see much. but you recognize that hat and figure anywhere.
"i wish you could speak, my pretty moonshine. you'd tell me why blood was spilled, and why my pretty girl won't lay her eyes on me anymore."
his...? his pretty girl? you don't move a muscle, hoping to hear more. the mare only points its head towards the bucket, demanding more food. yunho chuckles, reaching for another apple.
"do you think i scared her away? i made sure she knows i don't mean any harm to her. did someone fill her pretty head with something?"
the mare lets out a noise, as if wanting to confirm. yunho exhales, then sets the bucket aside. he goes further into the stable, walking just past you and grabs the saddle from the corner. going back, his boot gets caught in your dress, and causes him to halt. you shut your eyes, pretending to still sleep.
"heavens." he exhales.
you feel him get closer to you, and almost betray yourself when you feel his knuckles caress your face.
"darling?"
his voice is usually low and pleasant, but hearing him whisper is just something else. why does he have to be so perfect, yet so dangerous?
you stretch, pretending to not notice him yet. finally opening your eyes, you fake a gasp. you lean back into the hay, trying to keep a distance from him. he crouches in front of you, fixing his hat. you can't get over how well it suits him.
"had a good nap?"
"well, yes. had." you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"that's no place to sleep, dove."
"it's the only place that gives me comfort right now."
he nods, understandingly. he offers you his hand to take, and you only look at him, puzzled.
"i'll take you to a place that will give you more comfort."
"i'm not sure-"
"that wasn't a question." the tone is serious, but the wink he gives you after it relaxes you.
the cowboy stands up, making his way to his mare. you stand up, dusting off your dress and following him. he puts the saddle on the horse, securing it, then offers you his hand again. this time you take it, not yet sure what he had in mind.
"go on, climb her."
"uh... she's quite... bigger than the last one. or any other one i rode on."
"yeah, moonshine is quite something. she's gentle though, nothing to worry about. go on, don't be shy."
with a bit of struggle, and a little push from yunho, you finally sit comfortably on the tall mare. she indeed shines under the moon, black fur reflecting beautifully in the dark night. yunho climbs behind you, taking the leash in his hands and guiding the mare down the street.
"is she fast?"
"she can be. want to see?"
"i don't know. i might scream."
he chuckles. he maintains the pace, gracefully trotting down the quiet sleepy town. you see some of his companions keeping watch, each nodding their heads your way as you pass them. your gaze falls on his hands, searching for the shiny item that was mentioned that night. but you don't see it. was it really a lie? or did yunho somehow know, and took it off? is the wife even real?
"hold on tight." he whispers into your ear, hot breath brushing your neck and cheek.
you grab onto his thighs, instinctively, right before you pass the last house and yunho whips the leash against the mare. it neighs, puts its two front legs up in the air and almost throws you on the grown. you gasp, but manage to collect yourself once the animal returns to its position and starts galloping. it feels like you're flying, and you're enjoying it more than you're scared of it. your hair flies into his face probably, but he doesn't say anything.
you pass hills, past the river where you first saw the man, and into the mountains. you don't remember the last time you went this far outside of town. not only because you weren't allowed, but you had no time or way. it's not as if you had a horse of your own.
his thighs are firm under your hands, nothing but pure muscle. and it suddenly drives you crazy, the way you feel his torso pressed against your back, arms holding the leash and keeping you from falling off along the way, his breath against your ear.
"you alright?"
"yes!"
"how do you feel? scared?"
"this is so much fun! it's scary and fun!"
his laugh is loud over the wind, chest vibrating behind you. the mare slows its pace when arriving on the steep mountain trails, carefully navigating to the top. once there, it comes to a halt. it is not very high, but high enough too overlook the fields, the river, and the distant town. yunho dismounts, then helps you down.
"cold?" he asks, noticing your trembling frame.
"a bit."
this time, he doesn't throw the spare jacket at you like the first time you met. he takes off his own, helping you put it on. it's warm, smells like him, and it's making you so dizzy you might just fall off the cliff. taking a good look at him, you decide that even if he is dangerous, his handsomeness makes up for it. he wears a brown waistcoat, accentuating his thin waist and broad shoulders. heavens, he is so dashing.
you stand still, waiting for his next plan. he pulls a blanket out of the saddlebag, along with the familiar white cloth, and sets it on the ground. the mare continues it's path further up, taking a spot near a boulder, as if used to the situation already. which brings you back to the questions in your head; did he bring other women here?
"sit down, peach. make yourself comfortable."
and you do, right next to him. you both sit still for a few moments, looking at the faint light in the distance. yunho then fidgets with something in the pocket of his jeans, before holding it out for you to take. in his open palm lays a ring, the very ring you've heard about and had your head spinning for days.
"hmph," he laughs through his nose, "figured that was the issue."
"there is no issue. you have a wife. end of story."
"take it."
"no."
"take it."
"i don't want to."
yunho sighs, then closes his hand again. he sits still for a few moments, as if thinking. and then-
"why would you do that?!"
you stand up, watching the shiny piece of jewelry fall from the cliff.
"if you listened and took it, you would've seen how worthless it is."
"i don't need your wedding ring, yunho."
his eyebrows are knit together, and you suddenly realize your mistake.
"you know my name."
"yeah."
"how?"
and you tell him. every detail of it, including the wife story. he listens carefully, face not giving any emotion. typical. by the time you finish, you are laying down and looking up at the shiny sky, tears streaming down your face. yunho is propped up on his elbow, laying on the side and listening. his fingers catch a fresh tear, brushing your cheek in the process. you are left completely baffled when he puts the very same fingers on his lips, tongue peeking out to lick the salty liquid.
"you poor thing." he coos, bringing his hand back to you. he removes the hair from your neck, then smiles with satisfaction once he sees your healed skin. "that's good. seems my medical techniques worked."
you scoff, putting your hair back over your neck with embarrassment. "so, uh... your wife?"
"a psycho."
"oh."
"she stabbed me. almost bled out to death if it weren't for jongho."
he says it so casually, as if it isn't a big deal. "you're still married though, right? that's why you had the ring."
"not quite. we weren't really married. it was just play pretend, so she could have half of everything i was bringing back. once i stopped, the bitch jumped me with a knife. barely made it out alive."
"then... why did you keep it?"
"to keep women away from me. well, those i didn't want."
"but you sleep with them. you use them anyway."
he frowns at the accusation. "no, no i don't. i only rob. i sleep only with prostitues, sometimes. what my companions do is none of my business. we have a deal, and i do not ask about what they do. just like they don't ask about me or what i do."
so, not all of it is true. but then again, can you really trust him?
"i'm so sorry, dove. if i knew that sick bastard would go behind my back, even after threatening them not to touch you-"
"it's fine. nothing happened." you try, seeing him get angrier with every second he spends imagining the situation you were in.
"he stole your first kiss."
"well, yes. but, what's done is done. it was barely a kiss, really. more like mouth to mouth breathing. it was like inhaling a whole onion." you say with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. but yunho doesn't laugh. instead, he unbuttons his waistcoat, then his shirt.
"what- what are you doing?"
"well, since you showed me your bruises, and told me your story, it would only be fair that i showed you mine."
you remember the night you washed him, when you went to touch his stomach and he told you to leave. kneeling in front of him, you finally get to see why. a scar decorates his lower torso, just above the jeans and the v-line. you breathe in, ready to do something you would only in your dreams.
you lean in, hands trembling against the blanket and fingers scrunching it from the nervous state you're in. yunho shivers, feeling your lips press against his scar. you don't stop there, inspired by his own actions. you allow your tongue to graze it, and when you get another gasp from him, you take it as a sign to keep going. his hand finds its place under your chin, raising your head to that you can look at him. and he snaps.
he grabs you by your waist, pulling you up so that you sit in his lap. you don't fight back, you're enjoying it. over the layers of the dress, you feel something poking you, and it makes your cheeks heat up.
"stop looking at me like that." he whispers, lips inches away from yours.
"like what?"
"with those big eyes. like you want me to ravish you right here."
"maybe i do."
"you're saying risky things, sugar."
seeing that he doesn't intend on making the first move, you do. you close the distance, pressing your lips against his. you don't know what you're doing, but try your best. luckily, he gives in, humming into your lips and kissing you properly. his hands on your waist scrunch the fabric of your dress as he contains himself from just pushing you below him and having you his way. he needs to take it slow. you're not like others.
"relax your jaw." he mumbles, and when you do, he allows his tongue to touch your lips, as if asking for permission to enter. and you grant it, parting your lips and unsurely letting your tongue join his.
he massages your muscle with his own skilled one, rubbing it just right and making your thighs rub and seek pleasure. he kisses you slow, and deep, each stroke of his tongue more passionate than the previous one. he feels you get annoyed by something, and is forced to stop.
"what is it?"
"as much as i love your hat, it's in the way."
the man chuckles below you, immediately removing the hat and putting it on your head. "there."
"how do i look?" you adjust it, getting used to the new item.
"like a feast."
with a swift move, yunho pulls your body closer to his face, so that it is between your legs. his hands shuffle through the layers of fabric, finally finding the undergarment and pushing it aside. "what are you doing? i'm going to squish you!"
"sit."
"what?!"
"sit."
you hover above him, not yet listening. this time, he is the one to get annoyed, and puts his hands on your bottom. he slams you against his face, tongue immediately licking a stripe up your already slick folds. you gasp, hand flying to his shoulders for support.
"rock your hips, sunshine. make yourself feel good."
you do as told, rocking your hips back and forth on his tongue, soft moans and gasps leaving your mouth. you tremble in his hands, the newfound pleasure too much for you to handle. "i can't- yunho, it's too much-"
the man only sends you a mischievous look, before taking the situation into his own hands. his plush lips close around your clit, sucking it, while the tip of his tongue teases the tip of your clit. you let out a long and loud moan, body shuddering from the surge of intense pleasure.
"fuuuck-" you whine, hips hopelessly grinding against his tongue.
deciding it's enough, yunho flips you underneath him with a swift motion. "do you want to do this?"
"yes, please."
"then, i'll have to prepare you. since you asked so nicely."
he flips your dress over, exposing your wet bottom to the cool air. you shiver again, his jacket not helping much with the cold.
"this is going to hurt a little. i promise i'll be gentle."
you nod, then go back to abusing the poor blanket underneath you. you bite into it, feeling his long digits intrude your tight walls. it is unpleasant, but not that painful.
"that's a good girl. you're so wet for me, look how easily you're taking me."
he starts pumping in and out, squelching noises having you completely lose your mind and almost drool on the blanket. his fingers are long, very long. how will you survive his-?
"this good, darling?"
"yes."
"yes, what?"
"yes, sir." you moan out, hips moving along with his hand in hopes of more pleasure.
he doesn't speed up. being soft and slow seems to be his way of doing it, and it is a pace you are enjoying very much. it's not fast, like you do it. you do it to get rid of it. he does it for actual pleasure. when he removes his fingers, you can't help but whine at the loss of contact. he turns you around so that you lay on your back, facing him. his hair is a mess, much like yours, and he smiles lazily at you.
"my needy girl." he coos, pressing a kiss to your lips. "can i claim you, sweet thing?"
"what?"
"do you wish to be mine?"
do you? or is it just the horny speaking instead of you? either way, you might end up regretting. so you simply say:
"yes, sir."
"say my name, darling." he pulls himself out of his jeans, the tip of his cock running circles on your sensitive clit.
"yunho."
he hums, slipping his tip past your folds. "again."
"yunho," you gasp, feeling him inch by inch splitting you in half.
"again."
"yunho-"
"more."
"yunho," thrust, "yunho," thrust, "yunho!"
he gets lost in the feeling of your tight warm walls, hips snapping deep inside of you and driving you crazy. you get wetter by the second, even more when you see him so dizzy. it's nice to know that you have him in a chokehold as much as he has you.
"does it hurt?"
"no," you reply.
"that's because you're so perfectly made for me. look at you, you fit in the palm of my hand."
that's not true, obviously. but the way he says it makes you really feel that you could fit, and that you could stay protected there. his hips collide with yours, and your eyes roll back.
"such a pretty pussy," he growls, pace getting sloppier and slower. "wish i could do this all night long."
"me too," you moan.
his hands rip your dress apart, exposing your chest. his lips waste no time in attaching to your skin, leaving bite marks all over it, until reaching the tense nipples. he takes one in his mouth, tongue swirling around it, while his other hand plays with the other. your fingers find comfort in pulling his hair, subconsciously pushing his head into you further.
"my sweet peach," he coos, cock sliding in and out so easily, "my pretty girl."
"so sweet"
"even your moans are so beautiful"
"use me for your pleasure, darling"
you find yourself moving your hips along with his, only in a faster pace. you need to finally feel that orgasm. you feel something build up in the bottom of your stomach, and you're not sure what to do.
"yunho..."
"yes, my love?"
"i don't know how to- how to orgasm."
"you'll feel it. don't think about it. just relax, and let your body do it. let me do it."
you feel the buildup, then you lose it. again, and again, until you whine about it. yunho turns you around again, so that you are sitting on his lap. you feel him deep in your stomach, almost pulsating.
"let's try this."
he helps you up and down, rolls your hips, until he finds what works for you. you hover above him, hopelessly biting into his neck to contain your inappropriate noises. his hips snap into yours with a fast pace, finally hitting the spot you didn't know existed. the buildup starts again, this time not stopping. and when pleasure washes you over, you can't help but pull at yunho's hair mercilessly, moaning into his ear and letting yourself completely go. he helps you ride it out, waves of intense pleasure washing over you as yunho helps himself get closer.
"fuck, darling." he growls, pulling out of you.
"wait, what about you?"
"i'll just- i don't know."
his hand wraps around his cock, which is ready to unleash any moment. the man almost audibly gasps when he sees you kneel in front of him, innocently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. just how did you know?
"are you sure?"
"positive."
"absolutely sure?"
"yunho?"
"yes?"
"please cum in my mouth."
and it's all it takes. yunho jerks himself on your tongue, or at least tries to. some of it ends up on your face, but you so carefully try to collect every single drop he gives you. you don't miss the way his head falls back, eyes rolling and low moans escaping his pretty lips. coming down from his high with one last pump and moan, he finally looks at you. the texture on your tongue is not the most pleasant one, but you decide to impress him further, and swallow it. he scoffs in disbelief, running a hand through his hair.
"you are just perfect, aren't you?"
in the morning, the ride back is much more comfortable. you still wear his hat, proudly, and his jacket. he can't help but kiss your shoulder as you ride, having it difficult enough to keep his hands off you. if only he could hold you in his pocket all day.
upon entering the town, you notice the people, your people, standing and waiting. would now be the right time to tell yunho you accept his offer?
he helps you dismount, before taking the revolver in his hand.
"what's this? a rebellion?" he says, mockingly.
"does she know?" your father asks, pointing at you.
you scrunch your eyebrows, looking between the two men. something shines in your fathers hand, and you realize he also holds a revolver.
"there is nothing to know." yunho replies, approaching him and standing in front of you. "you keep your mouth shut."
"oh, but there is. see, my little daughter, if you want to whore around, you could've picked anyone from the town. not your own mother's killer."
blood runs cold in your veins. the sun suddenly doesn't shine as bright anymore, and the man in front of you morphs into someone else. he turns around towards you, shaking his head. "no..."
"he shot her."
"you shot my father!"
"he deserved it!"
"no, the fuck he didn't!"
you step back, tears burning your eyes. did you really give yourself to the man who took your mother away from you? who also took your father away from you?
"listen-" yunho tries, hands reaching to touch you.
"don't touch me."
"he came here to finish the business. but he didn't count that he would fall for the daughter. what a clash of interests."
he doesn't deny it. and it only infuriates you more. so he did have an evil plan after all.
"you came for me, didn't you?" your father presses further, raising his revolver.
"no, i didn't." yunho replies, face changing from a guilty and sorry one to a neutral. "i came for her."
he grabs you by your shoulders, putting his hand over your mouth. you toss, scream, and whatnot, but what are you compared to his grip?
"i assume you won't care much if i took her away. but it would mean much to me. tit for tat."
"you are to never step foot into this town again. not you, not your companions."
yunho nods. and your father puts his weapon away. and it crashes your heart. you know you don't mean much to him, but to give you to an outlaw so easily?
"i came for what i wanted, not to worry. you won't see me ever again."
and just like that, you find yourself tied up and tossed over the black mare.
why did you ever wish for a life other than the one you had?
