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["smug bastard" | j. gyehyeon]
genre(s): fluff? secret agent au | warnings: fem! reader, slightly suggestive, flirty gyehyeon, yn lowk just wants to punch him in the face (he enjoys that) </3 | words: 2.0k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.
a/n: idk if i like this but gyehyeon is hot 🤕 lowk just wanted a reason to write him flirty
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The music was too soft for a room filled with predators.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spilled silver across marble floors, more polished than the rehearsed laughter of the people there.
Politicians. CEOs. Crime lords pretending to be philanthropists crowded the room, reeking of wealth.
And beside you, stood the man you hated the most.
Gyehyeon adjusted the cuff of his sleeve calmly, like this was just another evening instead of a mission that could end with both of you dead.
You resisted the urge to stab him with your heel.
“You’re glaring again,” he murmured.
“I’m imagining ways to strangle you.”
“Hm.” His mouth twitched. “You’d do that to your partner?”
“We are not partners.”
“Tonight we are.” His eyes drifted over you slowly.
You hated that pause in your heartbeat. Hated it even more because he noticed.
Of course he did.
Outside the ballroom doors, you bent slightly to adjust the strap of your heel with growing irritation. The damned thing had loosened again.
Before you could crouch down properly, Gyehyeon did first.
You blinked. “What are you…-”
“Hold still.”
His gloved fingers wrapped around your ankle, warm despite the leather. Careful.
The red fabric of your gown pooled around you while he fixed the clasp like he belonged there at your feet, completely unbothered by the fact that one of the agency’s deadliest operatives was currently staring holes into the side of his head.
Then he looked up, a smirk appearing instantly.
“There,” he said softly. “Wouldn’t want my date falling on her face.”
You scoffed, but your pulse betrayed you when he straightened to full height again, one hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Way too close.
The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to him faintly.
“Remember,” he whispered near your ear, voice low enough that only you could hear, “they need to believe we like each other.”
“I’d rather take a bullet.”
“Don’t tempt fate.”
His fingers poked your cheek lightly.
“Smile for me."
You slapped his hand away instantly, glaring up at him while he laughed under his breath, quiet but entirely too pleased with himself.
God, you hated him.
Hated his confidence. Hated how untouchable he acted. Hated the way every room seemed to bend around him.
And worst of all, hated how attractive he looked tonight.
His dark hair was pushed back just enough, though a few strands still fell carelessly over his forehead like the entire look had been crafted to appear effortless.
The open collar of his suit, revealing the line of his collarbone, only made him look more dangerous, less polished diplomat, more…like a wolf dressed in silk.
You wished he’d stop looking at you like that.
Like he already knew you were losing this battle.
The ballroom doors opened and instantly, his demeanor shifted.
His teasing demeanor disappeared. In his place stood a charming socialite with an easy smile and a hand possessively resting at your waist.
You followed his lead seamlessly despite your irritation. Years of training made pretending second nature.
Heads turned the moment you entered, not because of suspicion. But together, you looked devastating.
“Seven guards near the eastern hall,” you muttered through your smile.
“Mm. Posted above the balcony. Possible spy.” Gyehyeon picked up two champagne glasses from a passing tray, handing you one naturally. “You look tense, darling.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Maybe.” His thumb brushed briefly against the bare skin of your back, hidden beneath your hair. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”
You nearly broke the champagne flute.
Someone important approached then, one of the target’s associates.
Immediately, Gyehyeon’s arm wrapped around your waist tighter, pulling you against his side for a moment.
He leaned down slightly, lips grazing near your temple as if whispering something affectionate.
To anyone watching, you looked hopelessly in love.
“Behave,” he whispered instead.
“One day,” you whispered back, “I’m going to kill you.”
His eyes gleamed, before he let go of you.
“Looking forward to it.”
Now…
Gyehyeon gave you a subtle glance, brief, before looking away. You answered with the smallest nod before turning away from him entirely, your expression softening into effortless charm as you disappeared into the crowd.
The ballroom swallowed you easily.
Music filled the air while conversations sounded. Every movement here was calculated. Somewhere beneath all the luxury was the reason you’d been sent.
And you found it quickly.
A group of young women gathered near the champagne tower, dressed in silk and diamonds, speaking in hushed excitement.
One of them matched the face from one of the pictures in file, someone close enough to the target.
Perfect.
“Ladies,” you greeted smoothly, stepping into their circle like you belonged there. “Allow me to introduce myself.”
A few of them looked you over cautiously.
The one you were there for only smiled.
“Well,” she mused, “aren’t you charming?”
You smiled back, measured and warm. “Only when I want something.”
That had earned a laugh.
The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You blended into it effortlessly, guiding topics carefully while pretending not to.
Fashion became travel. Travel became politics. Politics became business.
The hidden names. The mentions of shipments. The passing reference to a private security route. You weren't exactly content but this had to do.
Across the ballroom, Gyehyeon worked his own part smoothly. You caught glimpses of him between shifting bodies, lazily, smiling into conversations with diplomats and investors like he had not spent half his life eliminating men exactly like them. He looked relaxed but you knew better.
Then suddenly, a new voice, a shadow fell beside you.
“May I?”
A drink appeared in your peripheral vision.
You glanced at the glass first before looking up. And your stomach tightened slightly.
The target himself. Lee Ji-an.
You recognized him instantly from the files, older in person, sharper eyes, the kind smile too perfect to be genuine. Dangerous men always learned how to appear harmless.
You slipped on your prettiest smile anyway. “Of course.”
His interest in you was obvious enough to make you roll your eyes. Almost.
Across the hall, Gyehyeon noticed.
His own conversation continued uninterrupted, expression still composed.
But his fingers tightened once around the stem of his champagne glass as he watched the target lean closer toward you.
You kept smiling despite the unease crawling beneath your skin. Ji-an spoke easily, confidently, like he already owned the room and everything inside it. Including you.
When his hand brushed your arm once, your jaw tightened. But you endured it.
Another inch and you genuinely might have snapped his wrist in front of half the city’s elite.
Just then a low alarm sounded somewhere through the estate.
The music cut abruptly.
Confused murmurs spread through the ballroom as guests glanced around in alarm.
Ji-an stiffened instantly.
You caught it immediatel, the silent look exchanged between him and one of the staff members rushing toward him.
Hm…?
“Apologies,” Ji-an said smoothly, though tension now pulled at his smile. “Duty calls.”
“What a shame,” you replied sweetly.
His gaze lingered on you a second too long. “I do hope we meet again.
You almost rolled your eyes again.
Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Your attention shifted immediately, scanning the room. There wasn't any actual panic. Just controlled distraction?
And there was only one person here irritating enough to create one deliberately.
A familiar presence stepped beside you.
“Seems we’ll have to retreat early,” Gyehyeon said lightly. “How unfortunate.”
You turned slowly toward him, eyes narrowing as you met his own.
“You did that.”
“Hm?”
“Why?”
He only started walking. Infuriating.
You scoffed before following him through the nearest balcony exit, heels clicking sharply against marble while the muffled confusion inside continued behind closed doors.
Cold night air hit your skin immediately.
The moment you were out of sight, you moved.
Your hand grabbed his collar, shoving him hard against the nearest wall. The impact forced a soft grunt from him as your dagger flashed upward, pressing against his throat.
“Don’t play around with me.”
The city lights flickered behind you both, distant but enough to blur the darkness around you.
Gyehyeon looked entirely too amused for a man with a blade at his neck.
“Shouldn’t we save this for indoors?” he teased.
You pushed the dagger closer.
He let out a quiet sound at the pressure, wincing slightly this time, though the smirk never truly left his face.
“Alright, alright,” he sighed softly, relenting. “You’re rather straightforward tonight.”
“Answer me.” Your grip tightened on his collar.
“Why did you trigger the alarm?”
For once, he didn’t answer immediately.
His gaze flickered over your face instead, lingering in a way that made warmth crawl hotter than the irritation beneath your skin.
Then his eyes dropped briefly to the hand fisted in his suit before returning to yours again. His smile fell, just slightly.
“He was touching you,” he said simply.
…?
Your expression faltered for a moment.
“That,” you said slowly, “is the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard.”
“Mm.” His eyes gleamed under the balcony lights. “Still did it.”
“You compromised the mission over jealousy?”
“Who said anything about jealousy?”
The dagger remained against his throat, but your focus had slipped now, caught momentarily by the way he looked beneath you like this.
Collar loosened. Hair slightly disheveled from being shoved against the wall. Breath warm against the edge of your wrist.
And worst of all, unafraid. If anything, he looked comfortable.
Like this exact moment was where he wanted to be all along. Smug bastard.
“You know,” he muttered, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, “most people buy me dinner first before pinning me against walls.”
Your glare sharpened instantly.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet…-”
You cut him off by pushing away from him entirely, releasing his collar with enough force to wrinkle the front of his suit. The dagger lowered slightly as you stepped back, putting distance between you at last.
“Try being serious for once in your life.”
But as you turned to leave, you barely made it a step before a hand caught your wrist.
The next thing you knew, you were pulled back against his chest.
Your breath hitched despite yourself.
Gyehyeon’s arm slid around your waist, firm and unyielding as he drew you flush against him, his back still resting against the stone wall. The dagger remained trapped awkwardly between you both, blade pressing near his shoulder now, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned about it.
“You’re awfully mean tonight,” he mused near your ear.
“Let go.”
“But then you’ll storm off.” His grip tightened slightly. “Just when I was starting to enjoy this.”
You tried twisting free, only for his other hand to catch your chin lightly, tilting your face upward toward his so close.
The teasing look in his eyes had dimmed into something heavier now, quieter. The night air suddenly felt thinner between you both.
You could feel his breathing.
Could see every small detail this close, the mole under his eye, the dimples that showed whenever he quirked his lips, too often, the loosened collar exposing warm skin, the strand of dark hair falling over his forehead after you shoved him earlier.
Your heartbeat betrayed you immediately.
His gaze flicked to your lips again, leaning in closer.
Close enough that you genuinely thought…-
Your fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger.
But instead of kissing you, he only hovered there, mouth brushing near your ear as his voice dropped low enough to send irritation crawling down your spine for entirely different reasons now.
“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered before letting go. Just like that.
The warmth disappeared instantly as he stepped around you, adjusting his sleeves calmly like he hadn’t just nearly kissed you against a balcony wall in the middle of an operation.
By the time he glanced back at you, only the slight curve of his mouth remained.
“Hurry, we have to report back.” he said lightly before walking off into the corridor ahead.
You stared after him in disbelief, pulse still uneven.
God.
You really did hate him.
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❛ BIRTHDAY PLANS ❜ 𓋰 주연호
❪ 私たちの春 ❫ fluff est. rs yeonho x f!reader 1641 cw ノ mention of periods, menstruation, cramping, nausea, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ yeonho such a sweetheart teddy bear :( keep the vrvr requests coming i love writing for them so much <3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
You’ve been counting down the days to Yeonho’s birthday for weeks. It’s the first birthday you’ll spend together, and you already have elaborate plans to make it the most memorable day of the year for him. He doesn’t often have people treating him. And if there’s anyone in your mind who deserves a day to relax and celebrate—showered with love from you and eating all the delicious foods his heart desires—it’s your boyfriend. Absolutely nothing could spoil the plans you have for him.
Breakfast in bed, a day spent playing games and watching shows together, his favourite barbecue spot for dinner with all his friends, and cake after. Of course the evening will be spent relaxing and rewinding after all the celebrating. Yeonho loves to cuddle up with you in bed before sleep.
You went to sleep the night before with a smile on your face, probably more excited than Yeonho was for the coming day.
You woke up before him, and immediately realized that things were very, very wrong.
A glance at the clock tells you it's barely past 5AM. A pit forms in your stomach as you feel the all-too-familiar ache in your lower abdomen and a particular sticky feeling. This can’t be happening today.
You slip quietly out of bed without disturbing Yeonho and rush to the bathroom. You send a silent prayer before checking your suspicions.
No, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen today.
As you stare at the stain of red in your underwear, you can only resolve to blink back tears and frustration. Your period showing up a week early to spoil your plans for your boyfriend’s birthday must be some karmic punishment.
“Fine, fine. Who keeps to a monthly schedule anyway? You were just too excited you arrived a week early. I get it. But if you just had to come early, you couldn’t have picked tomorrow? Why today?” you rattle in disbelief as you clean yourself up and change into different pants.
You will yourself to ignore the pain as you wash your face, as if that will magically make it go away. It’s not too late to arrive on schedule, just stop bleeding. Easy.
But you know that's not an option, even if you wish it to be so bad. There’s no delay button for menstruation, and as the reality sets in that you’ll be grumpy and in pain on your boyfriend’s birthday, you feel utterly useless.
This is the last thing you wanted.
This day is supposed to be his day. You don't want him worrying about you when he should be focused on enjoying himself. And you know that Yeonho takes your period more seriously than anyone. Treating you like a princess, especially the first few days of it. Chocolate, heating pads, flowers, cuddles—anything you could wish for, he is eager to provide. While normally you love and cherish the treatment you get from your boyfriend, it's the last thing you want for today. You absolutely will not let him be the one taking care of you on his birthday.
You've made up your mind given the circumstances, and you have a plan. Yeonho will never know you got your period today. Things will go like normal, and you will still give him the best birthday despite your untimely bleeding, painful cramps, and unpredictable mood-swings. Under no circumstances will you let him even lift a finger to take care of you today.
Perhaps your stubbornness is one of your bigger faults. Yeonho finds it attractive. Of course he does. He’s enamoured with practically everything about you, and some days you struggle to figure out what you did to deserve it. He’s so good to you. Too good. You only want to make sure he feels that love and appreciation back in equal amounts, especially on his birthday.
You slip back into bed as if nothing had happened. Thankfully, Yeonho is still asleep. You curl up close to him, wanting him to wake up the way he likes—with your face being his first sight. It's hard to fall back asleep with the cramps, but Yeonho's warmth beside you helps. You manage to get back to a dreamless sleep just before the clock turns to 6, but when you wake up again, your exhaustion is evident.
"Happy birthday" are the first words you utter to Yeonho, hoping that you sound cheerful enough for him to not notice a slight grimace at the end of your sentence. Your cramps have gotten worse, and frankly, your body is screaming to stay in bed. But you don't listen.
Instead, you find yourself peppering with Yeonho with kisses on your way out, laughing with him as he tries to dodge and dig his head back into the pillows.
Next step: breakfast.
You feel nauseous. The last thing you want is the smell or sight of food right now, but your determination to go through with all your plans overpowers the uncomfortable feeling of your stomach lurching and your head spinning.
Thirty minutes later as you're putting the finishing touches to Yeonho's plate, he joins you in the kitchen, freshly showered.
"You were supposed to stay in bed!" you gasp. Your first plan is already going wrong, not because of your period, but because your boyfriend is incapable of staying away from you. His arms circle your waist and he relaxes against your shoulders.
"The bed was getting cold without you," he tells you seriously before brightening up again. "This smells so good! You're spoiling me."
"It's your birthday. I want it to be perfect for you."
It would be perfect if your cramps weren't equivalent to being battered repeatedly by a truck right now.
Your wince doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, because even though you're very careful to not let a sound escape your lips, his face is still buried against your neck, and he feels your body jerk slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Let's eat."
You realize if you want to have any hope in hiding your current condition from him, you'll have to find excuses for keeping some distance. You busy yourself with carrying the plates to the table, leaving your boyfriend to ponder over the moment for a second longer before ultimately brushing it off.
It's day passes by smoothly for the most part. It's only in the brief moments that you let yourself relax, thinking that Yeonho isn't paying attention, that you tread the line a bit too close. Quiet sucked in breaths or flinches that anyone else would never pick up on can't escape Yeonho's observation. But you're quite good at brushing things off for other reasons, and you never let him push further.
By the end of the night, you feel satisfied that your plan worked, and you successfully hit it well enough that your boyfriend never questioned sure you hid it well enough that your boyfriend has no idea. Every activity went well. Dinner and cake with friends was lively—perhaps a little overstimulating for you on your period, but you did your best to stay involved with the group. You're glad to be back home, though. Getting to 10PM feels like crossing the finish line. You're relieved that the marathon is finally over.
You and Yeonho are both a bit tipsy and tired. Having showered and changed into pyjamas, you're curled up in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest as you fight sleep off for a bit longer. You find the silence comfortable, satisfying your craving for it all day. You fail to notice how Yeonho seems to be too quiet, as if contemplating some problem.
His gentle stroking of your hair pauses for a moment, and then he quietly asks, "Were you in pain today?"
You freeze for a moment, pulling back and glancing at him. You were so sure…
"Don't lie," he says seriously, yet his voice is still soft.
"… I took pain meds," you answer. "It wasn't too bad."
Yeonho's brow furrows. You can feel his dissatisfaction with your answer from just the way he's looking at you, but you don't have it in you to feel sorry.
"It was all day, wasn't it? I noticed it from breakfast. Why didn't you tell me?"
You're silent. In your head, it was obvious that his birthday plans would be ruined if you didn't conceal how much pain you were in. And, to you, making today perfect was much higher priority than anything else. It truly wasn't a big deal to you. But when you look at Yeonho's expression, you start to waver. You didn't expect him to find out. His face holds a mix of guilt and sadness, which starts to make you regret your choices today.
"Hey," you cup his face. "It was your birthday. I'm fine, I promise. I really wanted to celebrate today. It was my choice."
Yeonho still looks conflicted, even though he nods in understanding. Another three minutes of reassurance and a few kisses to stop him from talking ends the topic altogether, replaced by more legitimate thoughts of sleep.
Yeonho lies awake after you've already slipped into dreams. The day really was perfect—more than what he could have wished for. But it would have been perfect regardless. The games, food, and partying were never as important to him as the fact that it's the first birthday he's celebrating with you. He would have been just as happy with less as long as he knew you were comfortable.
You are stubborn, though, and always have been for as long as he's known you. There was no convincing you out of your plans once you had set them, no matter how your boyfriend felt about it. Yeonho can do nothing but settle his heart on the matter and hope the situation doesn't repeat itself.
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[into you | k. yongseung]
genre(s): fluff?, a little bit of angst | warnings: bodyguard! yongseung x celebrity! reader (not mentioned much tho), he's hot, brief moments of self depreciation (reader), alcohol, brief makeout sesh | words: 2.2k | @fantasia-films | @daydreamnet | masterlist.
a/n: i was enabled.....and yongseung is hot. i feel like there isn't much plot here so idk but I def wanna write more bodyguard seung !!
"And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep,"
Kim Yongseung was a puzzle to you.
One that you hated.
At first, you were irritated by him, cold, unreadable, always carrying that faint, infuriating smirk like he knew something you didn’t. Like nothing about you could shake him.
But irritation, when left unchecked, rarely stayed what it was.
It twisted into curiosity. Then into something. Something that lingered longer than it should.
You knew better. You did. Someone like you, constantly watched, constantly judged, couldn’t afford mistakes like this.
One wrong move, one rumor, and everything you built could crumble.
And yet…
You were starting not to care.
So you tested him.
Small things at first, standing a little too close, brushing past him when there was more than enough space, letting your voice drop softer when you spoke to him. Watching. Waiting.
And you saw it.
The flicker.
The way his gaze lingered a second too long before snapping away. The subtle tightening of his grip at your waist when guiding you through crowds. The hesitation, so brief anyone else would miss it, every time you pushed just a little further.
He wasn’t unaffected.
And that only made you bolder.
But Yongseung…
He was stubborn. Controlled to a fault. A man who built walls not just to protect others, but himself.
And no matter how much you pushed, he stayed composed. Or at least, that’s what it looked like.
Which made doubt creep in.
Was it all in your head?
Were you imagining every glance, every almost-moment?
You needed to know. So you pushed harder.
Teasing turned…real. Your words lingered with intent now, not just playfulness.
You tested his limits openly, deliberately.
Even going so far as to use something you never cared about before, jealousy.
The club was loud, suffocating with heat and bodies, lights flashing just enough to blur everything into something straight from a dream.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye as you pulled a stranger closer, someone whose name you hadn’t even bothered to remember.
Anything.
You were looking for anything.
A reaction. A sign that this wasn’t just you.
But Yongseung…
He didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
His face remained neutral, eyes scanning the room like always, like you were just another part of the environment he was assigned to monitor. Like none of this mattered.
How predictable.
You scoffed under your breath, irritation flaring, sharper than before.
The man beside you suddenly felt suffocating, his cologne too strong, his presence unwanted.
You pushed him away without a second thought, storming off toward the bar, frustration simmering just beneath your skin.
In the end, all you got out of it was your clothes ruined with a stranger’s scent.
Pathetic.
You grabbed the nearest glass of whisky off the table and downed it in one go, ignoring the startled protest from whoever it belonged to.
“Hey…!”
“Give me another…-”
Your voice came out sharper than intended as you reached for the bartender, fingers curling too tightly around the glass…-
Only to be stopped.
Firm hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling you back just enough to stop you from crossing yet another line.
Yongseung.
Of course.
“Ma’am…-”
“Leave me alone. Don’t touch me.”
You cut him off immediately, yanking your arms free and shoving at his chest, your glare sharp enough to cut.
The world tilted slightly as you stumbled, balance faltering…but he caught you before you could fall. He always did.
His grip was steady, careful despite the tension evident in the set of his jaw.
“You really…” he exhaled, something like frustration slipping through for once. “Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you can act like this.”
Stern. Controlled. Still trying to keep distance even while holding you together.
That restraint…
It only made something in you snap.
“Kiss me.”
The words left your mouth before you could take them back.
And his entire body froze.
“What…?”
For the first time, he faltered, truly faltered. His breath caught, eyes darting briefly around the room as if checking who might have heard, who might be watching, before settling back on you.
But you didn’t give him time to recover.
“Kiss me. Right now.”
Your hand tightened in his collar, pulling him closer until the space between you nearly disappeared.
Close enough to feel the shift in his breathing.
Close enough to see the crack in his composure.
Your gaze dropped, just for a second, to his lips and then back to his eyes. “I know you want to.”
“Ma’am…”
He exhaled like it was a warning, like if he kept his tone steady enough it’ll ground both of you.
His hands closed around your wrists, firm but careful as he pulled them away from his collar, putting space back where you keep trying to erase it.
“This isn’t… appropriate. Someone could…-”
Still reasoning. Still holding the line like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Still logical.
God, he’s infuriating.
“Don’t you want me?”
The question slipped out soft but it landed heavy. The alcohol burned through your hesitation, stripping you down to something too honest, too exposed.
You tugged him closer again, stubborn even like this, your voice laced with something close to desperation.
“I know I want you. So why do you keep denying it?”
Your fingers tightened against him, like if you hold on hard enough, he won’t be able to slip back into that distance again.
“I know what you’re feeling.”
For a moment, just a moment,Yongseung stopped.
You’re still you. Fierce, relentless, refusing to back down.
But there’s something else now, something raw, something fragile beneath the fire that he’s never seen so clearly before.
And it did something to him.
Something he’s spent weeks, months, keeping buried.
“It’s not like that…”
He forced the words out, forcing himself back into place, tightening his grip just enough to stop you from pulling him in again.
“You’re drunk.”
Still avoiding it.
And you saw right through it.
“You’re still denying it…”
Your voice faltered, not loud, but enough. Your hand hit his chest, once, twice, no real strength behind it, more frustration than anger.
He didn’t stop you. Didn’t move. Just let you.
And then, tears. They come so suddenly it almost felt unfair.
“Am I so unlovable?”
It was quieter. Smaller. Like the question wasn’t meant to be heard at all.
Something in him broke at that.
His grip loosened, not letting go, just softening.
His gaze went to your face, something almost pained flashing through before he can hide it.
How could you even think that?
“I told you, that’s not it…” His voice dropped, less controlled now, less distant. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar…”
The word barely made it out before your strength gave way with it. Your hand slackened in his grasp, your body tipping forward before he caught you.
Still him. Always him..
And he exhaled, long and tired, like the weight of everything he’s been holding back finally pressed down on him.
“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, but there’s no bite to it.
Just something soft.
He pulled you closer, arms steady as he lifted you, effortless, but felt different. Less like duty. More like something he shouldn’t let himself feel.
Because you didn’t know.
You didn’t know how hard he’s been holding himself back.
How every glance you gave him lingered longer than it should.
How your casual touches stayed on his skin long after you’ve pulled away.
How his jaw clenched when you leaned into someone else tonight, how for a split second, he almost forgot his place entirely.
He wanted to drag you away from that guy. He wanted to put distance between you and anyone else. Hell, he almost let himself punch that guy in the face…-
He sighed.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
But lately, he wasn't so sure what’s “supposed” to matter anymore….
By the time he got you back to your room, you’re barely conscious, your earlier fire reduced to soft breaths against his collar.
He set you down carefully on the bed, movements slow and gentle now.
Your heels came off first, then your makeup, his touch careful in a way that lingered just a little too long to be strictly professional.
Still he didn’t leave.
Even after the blanket is pulled up, even after everything that needed to be done is done, he stayed.
Standing there, looking at you.
His hand hovered over your face, hesitating like crossing that last inch would mean something he can’t take back.
Your words echoed in his mind
“Don’t you want me?”
His jaw tightened.
His thumb finally moved,just barely, brushing over the faint traces where your tears had dried.
And for the first time since this all started, he was sure.
...!
When you woke up, your mind was blank for a moment, like someone had wiped everything clean.
You blinked slowly, adjusting to the light as you pushed yourself up, your head throbbing just enough to remind you of last night. Not unbearable. Manageable.
You almost wished it wasn’t.
Because the moment clarity returned, it all came crashing back.
Your voice, your desperation. The way you’d looked at him.
His face.
A sharp gasp left you as your hands covered your face, heat rushing in all at once.
God. You felt sick.
You had begged. Practically begged.
And for what?
Something you were now convinced you’d imagined entirely. Every glance, every almost-touch, you must have built it all up in your head until it became something real. Something it never was.
“Pathetic…” you muttered under your breath, the word stinging more than it should.
The sound of the door opening made you freeze.
You looked up instinctively, only to snap your gaze away the second you saw him.
Your ears burned, your grip tightened against your blanket.
How were you supposed to face him now?
“You’re awake…”
Yongseung paused just inside the doorway, his eyes lingering on you, on the way you refused to look at him, before he forced himself to move again.
“…I got you hangover soup.”
You said nothing, keeping your gaze fixed anywhere but him as he approached, setting the package down on the bedside table with quiet care.
Silence stretched, until he broke it.
“About yesterday…-”
“Ah!”
You cut him off instantly with a shout, almost panicked, clapping your hands over your ears like that would somehow undo yesterday.
“I don’t remember anything!”
He paused then let out a quiet huff, something like amusement slipping through.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
His hand reached out, steady as ever, pulling yours away from your ears before you could protest.
You turned your face away again, unable to meet his eyes, embarrassment twisting with something heavier in your chest.
How long can you keep pretending?
“What’s there to finish…” Your voice dropped, quieter nowr. “You rejected me.”
“I begged like some desperate…-” your voice wavered despite yourself, your throat tightening as you tried to pull your hands free, “...-and you rejected me. And I cried.”
“Like some pathetic fool.”
His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from pulling away again.
“You’re not pathetic.”
The firmness in his voice made you pause, but you didn’t look at him.
Because if you did, you might break all over again.
“You don’t have to say that just because…-”
You didn’t get to finish.
Because suddenly, he moved, leaning forward. Not rushed nor careless but decisive.
His hand came up to your jaw, firm enough to stop you from turning away again, tilting your face toward him, and before your thoughts could catch up, before you could brace yourself…
His lips were on yours.
It wasn’t tentative but felt like restraint snapping.
Like something he had been holding back for far too long finally breaking through.
The force of it pushed you back onto the bed, your breath catching as the world tilted beneath you, his other hand bracing beside you, caging you in without hurting you, just enough to keep you there.
You froze, mind blank, your heart slamming against your ribs as the reality of it hit. This was real.
And then, you melted.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking, like you’d been waiting for this just as much as he had. His kiss deepened, not rushed but intense like he was making up for every moment he’d held back, every second he’d denied himself.
It left you breathless.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t far, his forehead nearly brushed yours, your breaths uneven, tangled together in the small space between you.
You stared at him, dazed.
“Yesterday…” your voice came out soft, shaky. “You said…”
“I won’t hide it anymore.”
His thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding, lingering, his voice low but certain.
“I did,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to kiss you.”
Your chest tightened.
“Yesterday… when you asked.”
His jaw clenched slightly.
“But you were drunk.” His voice steadied again, deliberate now. “I needed you to be sober. To remember.”
His gaze locked onto yours, no distance.
“I wouldn’t have known what to do, if you forgot…,” His hand slid down to your waist.
“But now…”
He leaned in again, slower this time.
“I’m done holding back.”
And when he kissed you again, it was certain.
Still intense. Still consuming, but deliberate in a way that made your heart race all over again.
Like he’d made his choice.
And this time, he wasn’t letting go.
...!
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Release date: 2026 March 26 Album tracklist: Intro : small, fragile, and still here; Free Falling ; in the mirror Album runtime: 8 minutes
"Vocally, we've got something something in the same genre as BTS's Spring Day, which makes the instrumental choices all the more odd. He's got a very pleasant voice, and the song shows that off pretty well as it does his versatility because he does a little bit of rapping. I'm not wowed, but if I could figure out what to make of the instrumental, I'd probably be more sure of the vocals."
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