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[mingoooossii]

["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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❪ 私たちの春 ❫　　hurt/comfort est. rs　minchan x f!reader　1492　cw ノ long distance, minchan may be a little depressed, crying, suppressing emotions, kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡　⸝⸝⸝　oh the minchan hiatus.... i swear he's competing for longest kpop idol hiatus and i am not cheering him on anymore. pls come back WE MISS U MINCHANNNN　/　𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Minchan doesn't know why he's been holding back his tears all day, or why everything seems so unreasonably heavy. The feeling seems to have sprung up randomly, triggered by nothing in particular. The day started as usual, productively checking off the boxes of his routine and distracting himself from thinking about your obvious absence. It's been fairly successful. He's convinced himself he has gone all day without missing you, although deep down he knows that is a lie.

You are there in nearly every thought and movement, perhaps to make up for the lack of your physical presence. He thinks of you when he sips his freshly brewed coffee first thing after waking up. It never tastes as good as when you make it. You nearly escape his mind completely during his morning shower… until he spots your shampoo on the shelf and switches it out for his own after a few seconds of deliberation. He's allowed that much, right? You won't be using it for a while and you probably won't even notice when you're back. He just wants to smell like you for today. Maybe that'll make the ache of longing hurt less.

It doesn't. In fact, it only makes it worse.

He almost texts you before heading out for meetings before reminding himself that you're probably swamped right now. Too busy to respond even if he did. And he repeats that reminder throughout the day, every time his fingers twitch over your contact. Because your work and focus is so important, and he doesn't want to be a distraction to you. He's able to hold back until after his evening workout, at which point he finally does send the text. Just a quick check-in: how was your day?

He doesn't expect a response immediately and he doesn't get one. Normally he wouldn't dwell on the silence from your end. You always reply when you get a moment of free time. But tonight he doesn't have the will to tell himself to be patient—to tell his brain that those 3 dots signalling that you're typing will pop up soon enough—he wants them now. It doesn't help with the well of emotions in his stomach that decides to surge to the point of being impossible to ignore. His throat feels like it's burning all of a sudden and he has to swallow hard and blink a few times to stop himself from breaking. He's not used to this. Not used to failing to contain it.

Minchan is a happy person. Fun and energetic and goofy. Everyone loves him for it, and he loves himself for those characteristics just as much. But today they feel unreachable. Almost foreign. He doesn't know why, but he just wishes you were here. Whatever he's feeling… you'd definitely help with it.

He can't remember if you've ever seen him cry, which is probably strange for your four year relationship. It must have happened at some point, but it definitely wasn't this broken, uncontrollable, prickly sort of emotion that makes Minchan almost nauseous the more he suppresses it. If he cried in your presence in the past, it could have only been happy tears. Not this.

When he thinks of you and him he's glad that his brain can only supply endless moments of laughter and joy and love. Flashes of kisses you've shared, of inside jokes, of loving stares, of nights spent together. It distracts him for a moment before he's brought back to the present moment. The loneliness has been growing all day, and it finally manages to consume him. He sniffs.

He's hid this part of himself well in the past. Even from himself. Ignored it and trampled it until he could forget about it most days. And he really can. Most days. Clearly not today. The distance between you two does nothing to help with it. It isn't the source of his pain, but he can feel it weighing on him and making everything feel a bit more overwhelming. That part sucks, especially because he knows you won't be getting back for another week.

Three weeks away used to feel like no big deal. There would, of course, be the endless I miss you's over facetime calls, but throughout the day, Minchan never felt sad. Not enough to cry, at least. The distance always sucked, but it was bearable. He was always one to focus on your return, not drown in how the solitude crushed him. But today, it all feels a bit too much.

He wishes you weren't thousands of miles away right now. He wishes he could feel proud of the things he accomplished today instead of an emptiness inside that sucks all the joy away. He wishes he could focus on the happy things instead of how much he hates himself right now. Hates that he feels so incomplete when you're gone. He wishes he was holding you right now instead of hugging your favourite throw pillow on the couch and letting his tears soak into the fabric. He feels pathetic.

His phone dings. You've texted back.

Okay Not the best but it's about to get better!

The doorbell rings. Minchan knows it's you. Somehow, miraculously, it's you.

He scrambles to his feet as quickly as possible and opens the door a second later. You're beaming at him like tonight is the best night of your life. He can only stand frozen in the doorway and stare at you. His eyes soften and soak you in. Two weeks has felt like fucking forever.

Your smile drops quickly and suddenly. Minchan almost panics before he remembers he was just crying seconds ago, and you can definitely tell. He's silent as you step inside and cup his face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" you ask. Your voice is so soft. So sweet. You love him so much that it hurts.

Minchan shakes his head, cheek leaning into your palm. Your thumb strokes away some of his tear stains. He sniffs the lingering stuffiness away and takes a few breaths. You're here and everything feels okay again.

You pull him to the couch, hoping you can coax the reason he was crying out of him, because you're still alarmed at the sight. It's rare for you to be the one comforting him. It's always been the other way around. You've always cried easily. Minchan's arms were always your safe spot. You can't count how many hours he's held you while you cried until there were no tears left. He's always been so patient and understanding and comforting. And he always makes you laugh so easily, even if you've just been sobbing.

You don't know if you'll be able to do the same for him, but you hope so. You never want Minchan to be anything but happy.

"Why were you crying? You never cry," you start, squeezing his hand. He is silent, eyes still looking at you intently. You hum in a questioning lilt, hoping that he'll answer you. In a way, he does. Just not with words.

He kisses you like a man who has waited two years instead of two weeks, and you fall onto the couch as you kiss him back. He probably pushed you down. Or maybe you fell on your own. Either way, he's on top of you now (which is exactly where you like him to be), holding himself up with a supporting hand by your head and letting his lips memorize your taste. Your hands wander—to his arms and then his back and then his waist—unsure of where they want to settle but with each place trying to get him closer to you as you kiss him harder. You also missed him, more than usual, you think. You also needed this like oxygen.

When he pulls back, breathless and reluctant, you finally see that smile you've been missing. You grin at him, and he grins back, eyes filled with warmth as they disappear into crescents. He can't help but press a few more kisses to your face, tracing a path from your forehead to your neck. He settles there, letting his head rest on your shoulder and his body weight relax onto yours. You don't mind. His closeness is everything you could have asked for.

"Missed you," you tell him, ruffling his hair and breathing him in.

"Missed you," he says back, earnestly and a bit raw. "So much."

He still hasn't asked how you're even back a week early (or how you knew how desperately he needed to see you), but it feels unimportant right now. He just wants to hold you, maybe fall asleep right here on top of you. But that would probably be uncomfortable for you after ten minutes, so he decides he'll carry you to bed and tuck you in under the warm blankets instead. Just only after he's done with this. Because you both need it.

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[mingoooossii]

[crazy | j. gyehyeon]

genre: fluff

warnings: neck kisses (WHO SAID THAT), they're both kind of um...freaks but they're in love so 🙇‍♀️, suggestive.

words: 580

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML!!! @slytherinshua (fr this time) freak gyeni was bound to happen soon enough zanna it's a canon event, don't hate me 💔

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“Baby... let me sleep...”

A low, drowsy groan left Gyehyeon as he stirred awake, voice still rough with sleep. His arm moved on instinct, looping around your waist and tugging you closer until your body was pressed snug against his.

The warmth between you was heavy, lazy, morning clinging to both your skin and your breaths.

He could’ve easily drifted off again… if not for the soft press of your lips against his neck.

He wasn’t even fully awake yet.

"Mm..."

His heart clenched at the tiny, whiny sound that slipped from you. Did you really have to be this cute? Absolutely insatiable.

"You should’ve worn a turtleneck…" you murmured, your voice muffled against his throat before kissing the same spot again.

The movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed caught your eye, hypnotic, unfairly pretty, a subtle rhythm you could feel more than see.

The way it shifted when he swallowed, the way his breath hitched just slightly… it made you want to chase that pulse with your lips, to see if you could make it stutter again.

You stared a moment too long, and he could practically feel your gaze burning into his skin.

He huffed, half amused, half disbelieving but not at all surprised.

“As if that would stop you,” he teased, a sleepy smirk tugging at his lips.

He knew all too well about your...thing for his neck. It’s not like you ever hid it, the way you always gravitated to that spot, marking him softly with affection he pretended not to crave.

Yeah, he might've enjoyed it just as much.

“You’re right,” you hummed with a small giggle, not even trying to deny it. As if you could fool him anyway.

The faint scent of his shampoo lingered there, soft and clean, mixed with the warmth of his skin. He always smelled like comfort and trouble all at once.

But when you leaned in again, he stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

“What?” you pouted.

He didn’t answer. Instead, a smile tugged at his lips, low and knowing as his other hand slipped behind your head.

In one swift motion, the world flipped, and suddenly you were on your back, staring up at him.

He had you pinned down.

He hovered over you, strands of messy hair falling over his forehead, a lazy grin playing on his lips. His arm braced above your head, while his other hand rested firm on your hip, thumb tracing slow circles against your skin.

“It’s not fair if you’re the only one who gets a chance,” he murmured, voice low, teasing, but laced with that familiar tenderness that always gave him away.

He leaned closer until his breath mingled with yours, his nose brushing your cheek. “Don’t you think I deserve mine too?”

The soft laugh that escaped you was his undoing.

He leaned in, finally closing the space, pressing his lips to your neck, slow, deliberate, savoring the softness of your skin and that faint, familiar scent...soft, warm and so you... He wanted to drown in it, to devour you whole, to have you know nothing but him.

And that was exactly what he was going to do.

“Lie still,” he breathed, voice low.

“Hyeon...” you whispered, your fingers curling into his shirt as he nipped lightly at your skin before trailing down, each touch leaving goosebumps on your skin. The kind that felt good. The tables had turned, and oh, you could feel it.

Yeah, you were crazy but he just might be a little crazier.

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[mingoooossii]

VERIVERY AS MUFFINS !

a/n: people need to stop hating on pecans TRUST ME GUYS IF YOU BUY IT AT THE RIGHT CONDITION IT'S ACTUALLY GOOD 💔💔 also dongheon my man for the love of GOD please take more pictures 🥀

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ DONGHEON - MAPLE ALMOND . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• maple almond muffin !

• bonus points with pecans

• clean lines, evenly baked, neat.

• with just a bit of unpredictable insides

• melted maple, bits of almonds and pecans that crunches just a bit loud

• a swirl that wasn't...clearly planned but works so perfectly ♡

• still, it's steady, holds together, controlled but with a spontaneity ♡

• it's not rigid but comforting. a wholeness that makes it addictive ♡

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ HOYOUNG - CINNAMON HONEY . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• cinnamon honey muffin !

• warm before you even touch it.

• the softness isn't fragile. it's steady, grounding and intentional ♡

• the slight spiciness lingers so subtly

• and the honey gives it a depth that isn't sweetness overload.

• the kind of muffin you reach for when you need comfort without feeling weak about it ♡

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ MINCHAN - VANILLA CREAM . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• classic vanilla cream !

• deceptively simple.

• the outside holds it's shape, giving in when slightly pressed,

• but the inside is lush and rich, indulgent ♡

• it doesn't crumble, but rather, it melts.

• there's this tenderness to it, a quiet strength in how full and complete the flavour is ♡

• soft but in a generous way. never empty ♡

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ GYEHYEON - CHOCOLATE RASPBERRY . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

• dark chocolate raspberry with a glossy top !

• bitter aroma at first and might feel overwhelming or intense.

• but once you bite in, the taste is so controlled and layered, almost in an elegant way ♡

• it's so so rich but not suffocating, rather it settles in you.

• and the sweet tartness of the raspberry cuts through it so perfectly ♡

• and before you know it, you're addicted.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ YEONHO - LEMON BLUEBERRY . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• lemon blueberry muffin !

• light, airy with bursts of sweetness ♡

• the citrus lifts it, but the blueberry gives it the tangy sweetness ♡

• bright in a way that's never heavy or too much

• soft, light with a refreshing tart aftertaste that makes you go back for more ♡

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ YONGSEUNG - MOCHA CRUMBLE . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• mocha crumble muffin !

• deep, aromatic, and confident ♡

• coffee hits first, bold but not sharp.

• it just softens into something more gentle ♡

• the crumble top gives it the structure it needs.

• giving way to the warmer, yielding inside.

• like it was made to be broken open slowly, no rush.

• strong presence, soft core ♡

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• matcha white chocolate with just a bit of citrus note in it !

• not something everyone would expect.

• but once you try it, it settles in. No going back.

• earthly, sweet and bright ♡

• a little unpredictable, a little playful but oddly comforting.

• you won't crave it because it's safe,

• but rather, you crave it because nothing else tastes like it ♡

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[mingoooossii]

[soft thought | j. gyehyeon]

genre: fluff | warnings: none | words: 633 | @fantasia-films

a/n: have two more units left to revise but munchable gyeni is the priority :(( for @slytherinshua who always wants to bite him <33

“Mm…”

Gyehyeon mumbled something incoherent in his sleepy daze as he stirred awake, his brows knitting together faintly before relaxing again.

The sensation was familiar, the gentle but insistent pressure on his cheeks, followed by soft, lingering pecks that never quite stopped.

A quiet hum slipped past his lips as he shifted, instinctively pulling you closer into his arms, his hold tightening just enough to feel you properly against him. Even half-asleep, his body knew you.

He was more than used to this by now, your unpredictable little bursts of cuteness aggression.

“Morning…” he murmured, voice quiet, thick with sleep, the word coming out slightly muffled and pouty as you squished his cheeks together again without mercy.

Your lips curved into a fond smile at that. There it was, that exact look.

How were you supposed to control yourself when he looked like this?

His hair was a complete mess, soft strands falling in every direction from sleep, his cheeks faintly flushed with warmth, lips naturally pushed into that subtle pout you adored so much and those dimples…which made everything else much more worse.

His eyes were barely open, heavy and hazy, blinking at you like he hadn’t quite processed the world yet.

It made something in your chest squeeze.

He looked… munchable.

Completely, irresistibly munchable.

You leaned in without hesitation, pressing another kiss to his cheek, lingering just a little longer this time, as if that alone could satisfy the sudden rush of affection flooding through you.

It didn’t.

“...-ow,” he let out a soft, startled sound when your teeth grazed his cheek in a quick bite, his eyes opening just a bit wider in surprise.

“Are you trying to eat me? Stop…-” he began, voice still sluggish, but whatever complaint he was building dissolved instantly when you cut him off with another kiss.

“You’re just so…” you trailed off helplessly, your words failing you as you squished his cheeks again, thumbs pressing into soft skin as if you couldn’t quite let go.

Your expression shifted into a slight pout, as though even you were frustrated by how overwhelming the feeling was. You couldn’t explain it, you just needed to touch him, to squish him, to bite him a little, to kiss him until the feeling settled.

And even then, it never fully did.

Gyehyeon let out a quiet huff, but there was no real annoyance behind it, only a soft exhale of warmth, of familiarity.

His hands came up to rest loosely around your waist, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your side as he looked at you properly now.

He understood. This was just you.

The way your affection spilled out without warning, too much to contain, turning into these small, chaotic bursts of biting, squishing, and endless kisses. It was messy and a little unexpected, but it was yours.

And he loved it.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, softer now, a little more awake, a little more aware.

His gaze lingered on your face, the way you pouted, the way you hovered close like you couldn’t bear to be even an inch away.

Cute.

So unbearably cute.

“…Mm,” he hummed, voice quieter now, a hint of teasing slipping in, “if you keep doing that…”

His hand slid up, fingers gently catching your chin, guiding you just a little closer, though you were already close enough.

“…I should be allowed to return the favor.”

Before you could fully process it, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then, just as gently, the faintest bite. More warmth than anything else.

A quiet, pleased hum followed as he pulled back slightly, eyes still heavy but now laced with amusement.

His thumb brushed lightly over the spot he’d just “attacked,” almost as if soothing it right after.

“Now, we're fair.”

....!

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["chivalry wasn't dead after all..." | k.yongseung]

genre(s): fluff, tiniest bit of angst | warnings: insecure thoughts (reader's pov), yongseung being his perfect self, kisses, | words: 1.2k | @fantasia-films | masterlist.

a/n: biasing the most perfect man alive does this to people... sigh 😔🔫 yongseung just one chance

...!

You and Yongseung had been going on dates for a while now, and after weeks of dancing around each other, he had finally asked you out properly.

Since then, everything had felt almost unfairly perfect.

He was perfect.

He was the kind of man who noticed every little thing about you without needing to ask. Whether you were cold, tired, uncomfortable, overwhelmed, he always knew somehow.

He’d quietly shift closer when the road got too crowded, hand you the drink you liked before you even mentioned being thirsty, slow his pace just slightly so you’d never have to hurry beside him.

And God, he was so beautiful while doing it too.

There was something devastating about how gentle he was. The way he looked at you so attentively sometimes made your chest ache. You honestly melted whenever you were around him.

There was just one tiny problem.

He hadn’t kissed you yet.

At first, you tried not to think too much about it. Maybe it was still too early. Maybe he just wanted to take things slowly.

But as the days passed, the thoughts started creeping in anyway, ugly and persistent.

Were you the only one falling this fast?

Did he not like you as much as you thought he did?

Were you just… not pretty enough for him to want you that way?

You felt ridiculous for even thinking it, embarrassed by how badly it bothered you, but no matter how much you tried to push it down, the insecurity lingered.

And unfortunately, it showed.

The next time you went out together, you just couldn’t hide it.

To Yongseung, things had started normally enough.

But slowly, he began noticing the differences.

You weren’t rambling excitedly beside him like you usually did. Your smiles came smaller, distracted. Even your laughter sounded softer somehow.

It made something uneasy settle in his chest.

Still, he didn’t push.

Maybe you’d had a bad day. Maybe you were tired.

He tried cheering you up instead, quietly doing all the little things he knew you liked. He bought your favorite dessert. Took you to the park you’d mentioned wanting to visit weeks ago. Stayed close without crowding you.

But nothing worked.

And though none of it showed on his face, Yongseung was beginning to panic a little.

The drive back to your house felt painfully quiet. Normally, he liked silence. But with you? Never.

He reached toward your hand once before hesitating midway, fingers curling back toward himself.

What if you didn’t want him touching you right now?

By the time you arrived at your house, the silence had exhausted him.

You got out before he could come around to open the door for you, but he followed after you anyway, wanting at least to walk you up properly before saying goodbye.

You stood at your front door, hand wrapped tightly around the doorknob.

But you couldn't take it anymore.

Then suddenly, you turned toward him so abruptly it startled even him.

“Am I not pretty?”

Yongseung blinked, completely caught off guard.

“What?” he answered immediately, brows furrowing. “No…- you’re pretty. Why would you even ask that…-”

“Then do you just not like me?”

You cut him off before you could lose the courage to say it, fists clenching at your sides as you looked away from him.

For a moment, Yongseung just stared.

Then his expression softened painfully.

How could you possibly think that?

He stepped closer carefully, slowly reaching for your hand, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to.

You didn’t.

His fingers wrapped gently around yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“Where is this coming from?” he asked softly. “Of course I… like you.”

The quiet sincerity in his voice only made your embarrassment worse.

“Then why don’t you kiss me?”

Your voice came out smaller than you intended, making him freeze.

“You never kiss me,” you continued quietly, refusing to meet his eyes. “Not when we meet, not when we leave… you never…”

God, hearing yourself say it out loud made you want to disappear.

You sounded childish. Greedy.

Meanwhile, he’d been nothing but gentle and considerate with you.

Maybe he really just…-

“Is that what was bothering you today?”

His voice pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t teasing. Or judgmental.

Just curious.

Because of course he had noticed.

When you didn’t answer, Yongseung suddenly looked down with a quiet, helpless smile.

“I thought I was being too hasty.”

You looked up immediately, confused.

“What?”

“I thought I was being too hasty,” he repeated softer this time, almost laughing at himself. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips briefly before returning to your face.

“When all I wanted was to…”

Yongseung exhaled quietly, shaking his head a little. You had no idea how badly he wanted to kiss you… all those times.

Every hesitant gaze. Every little pause before good bye.

Even now, all he wanted was to kiss that little frown off your face until it disappeared completely.

If only he had known this was what had been bothering you.

Meanwhile your face burned hotter by the second.

Of course.

Of course he’d been thinking about your comfort the entire time while you were over here convincing yourself he didn’t want you.

You looked away, mortified, already opening your mouth to apologize.

Only for him to tug you gently back toward him.

Before you could say another word, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

Everything in you stopped and then melted.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and somehow worse in the best possible way.

His lips were soft, warm against yours. Slow, but sure. There was no hesitation in him at all now.

Yongseung kissed like he did everything else, carefully, intentionally, like he was fully certain of what he wanted.

And right now, he wanted you.

Your fingers curled against his shirt as your heart pounded so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest entirely.

When he finally pulled back for air, you realized belatedly that you’d nearly forgotten to breathe.

Yongseung let out the softest laugh at the sight of your flushed face.

Your cheeks were pink, lips parted slightly, and there was the faintest pout forming now that he’d pulled away.

It hit him all at once then.

He would do anything for you. Anything just to see you smile.

His hands came up to cradle your face gently, thumbs brushing against your warm cheeks as he fought the urge to kiss you again immediately, long enough to speak.

“I like you,” he murmured softly, forehead resting against yours. “So much it’s actually killing me.”

The honesty in his voice made your stomach flip.

“If I’d known earlier…” he smiled quietly under his breath. “I wouldn’t have held back so long.”

Your face only grew warmer.

God, you had really been overthinking everything.

But the warmth blooming inside your chest now felt too overwhelming to care.

You were happy.

“Yongseung…”

The way you said his name nearly ruined him.

Soft. Breathless. Like it meant something precious.

He smiled helplessly.

“I’ll show you every day,” he whispered, gently squishing your cheeks between his hands, “just how much I like you.”

Then he leaned down again, kissing you once more while pulling you impossibly closer.

You couldn’t help giggling against his lips, the sound making his heart stumble embarrassingly hard as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” you whispered back.

Chivalry wasn't dead after all.

...!

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[anchor | j. gyehyeon]

genre: hurt/comfort?, fantasy au. healer!gyehyeon x spirit!reader | warnings: a bloody kiss, mentions of human mortality (gye is lowkey self destructive <\3), a lot to unpack but they don't....🤕 | words: 1.4k | @fantasia-films | @k-records | masterlist.

a/n: healer gyehyeon 🥀 a little emo I'm sorry my pookie @slytherinshua ilysb <3 so glad I broke my writer's block w gye 😛 and inspired by lbtg bc i miss duan xu :((( he is the standard yes and so is gyehyeon <3

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When you returned at dusk, the forest should've welcomed you home. It always did.

Ancient trees always hung their branches in a reverence so silent, flowers bloomed wherever your footsteps landed.

But today everything felt distant and exhaustion clung to your soul like frost.

You hid it well, at least, you thought you did.

And when Gyehyeon greeted you at the door of your secluded cottage, he only smiled softly and reached for your hand. He didn't ask about the battle. Didn't question the way your movements were slower than usual. Stiff as if on guard.

But he watched and noticed like he always did. Sometimes you hated how easily he could read you.

"I'm fine."

It was a lie so terrible that you and even Gyehyeon knew. But still, he nodded. If you wanted to pretend, he'd let you.

You didn't even make it through the night.

The last thing you remembered was sitting beside the fireplace while Gyehyeon sorted herbs nearby.

Then darkness and then warmth, like energy spreading through your chest, through your veins, through every crevice, through wounds that shouldn't have been healing this quickly…

Your eyes snapped open, voice coming out rough. "Gyehyeon!"

But immediately you could feel it, his energy, a power flowing from his body into yours.

You grabbed his wrist hard, making the bluish glow flicker as he tensed up. Like he was caught doing something he shouldn't.

"...You're awake and…upset.."

You were. But not because of the injuries but because of him. Because he promised…

He always promised and always broke those promises whenever it involved you.

"You said you'd stop. I said I don't allow it." You muttered, voice quiet but not calm. You were angry.

His lowered his gaze. "I know."

"Then why are you doing this?"

He glanced up to meet your eyes, the answer to that coming instantly as though it was obvious. "You're hurt."

Your grip tightened, breath hitching. You couldn't believe him. "Gyehyeon."

"It doesn't matter."

"It does."

"It doesn't."

He insisted, the words leaving him more sharply than intended and for a moment silence filled the room.

He breathed out, his calm pretense breaking down and seeing that made your anger falter.

Because his eyes…they were terrified. Not of you. Never of you.

Of losing you.

"You weren't waking up."

His voice was quiet, barely audible like he was barely keeping it together. And he was.

"I called your name."

The light energy around his hands brightened again intensely despite your grip. "You weren't answering."

"Gyehyeon, stop..-"

A cough interrupted you.

A crimson stain spread across his lips, making your stomach dropped, the scent of blood immediately filled the room.

"Gyehyeon!"

Your voice cracked, reaching for his face instinctively even as he turned away slightly as if that would somehow hide it.

Another cough, more blood.

And suddenly your frustration gave way to fear. Terror.

You grabbed his face, ignoring his resistance, pulling him closer, forcing him to look at you.

His skin felt colder than before. Weaker.

"You exhausted yourself."

"I'm fine."

He always made you so furious.

"I'm fine," you mocked bitterly. “You're just a mere mortal… why do you always….” You trailed off, seeing his expression.

A faint smile was there on his face. He was smiling…like he'd somehow won.

Like seeing you awake made everything worth it. Even this. Especially this.

You hated it.

Hated how little he valued himself compared to you. As if his life weighed nothing. As if your existence alone justified every sacrifice.

"Why won't you ever listen to me?"

Your voice broke a little, painfully soft, something you had never allowed yourself to show before but everything about him made you act unlike yourself… You weren't supposed to…

Gyehyeon's expression softened because you sounded worried now.

And he loved when you worried.

It wasn't because he enjoyed your suffering but it reminded him that someone as untouchable as you cared.

"If something happened to you..." he whispered, trailing off, unable to finish, unable to imagine it.

You could and that terrified you.

The thought of him collapsing one day because he gave too much. The thought of his mortal lifespan shortening even further.

The thought of losing him….

No. You refused that.

Yet before you could speak, Gyehyeon leaned forward, his forehead touching yours.

A silent plea. He was nothing without his stubbornness.

"You're more important."

His words nearly made you angry enough to shake him.

Instead you pulled back, instead catching the back of his neck.

"Don't decide that for me."

His breath hitched slightly, expression faltering at the sudden movement. And that relieved you.

Because at that moment he finally looked fragile, like a mortal.

Like a human.

Like a healer who should have feared beings like you. A mortal who should have stayed away.

Yet years ago, during a winter so cold even rivers froze solid, he'd approached you without hesitation.

The feared spirit of the forest, the one people whispered about.

And he had simply smiled like he had already decided to like you. Despite all odds, despite all lines, all boundaries that should've never been crossed…

But he still found a way into your heart that you thought had long frozen over along with the terrain.

Or maybe he was the spring that came after…

What a ridiculous human.

An impossible human.

Your human….

You pushed him backward, with just enough force, protecting his head.

A surprised sound escaped him as his back hit the mattress.

You followed immediately, hovering over him. One hand planted beside his head.

And the other wiped away the blood lingering at the corner of his mouth before yours closed over his.

A metallic taste infiltrated your senses, mixed with a slight woody smell of holy basil and lavender, the smell of him…

He kissed back like you were the cure he needed and when you pulled back… You saw that his expression was softened and you hated it. That was the worst part.

How could he look so content?

Pinned beneath you, weakened, exhausted,

But still… he looked happier than ever.

Like this was exactly where he belonged, looking up at you as though his entire world began and ended with your existence. You couldn't believe him.

"You really are insane."

A quiet laugh escaped him. "You've told me that before."

"Many times."

"You'll probably tell me again."

You sighed, defeated. He was right.

Nothing would change, not his devotion, not your worry. Not the way he continued reaching for your hand despite trembling fingers.

And the way you intertwined them, holding tight… Like you wanted to anchor him here forever. With you. Forever.

The same hands capable of splitting mountains apart now trembling ever so slightly. Something in his chest tightened at that.

His eyes closed briefly, a quiet tenderness evident in his expression before he met your eyes again.

You looked at him the way people looked at dying stars as if the thought of losing him was unimaginable, hurting you….

And that feeling, an unbearably selfish feeling, made him happier than it should have.

Because Gyehyeon never feared death, he just feared the time he could no longer be beside you, the time where you would inevitably forget him in a few decades like he was just another season in your unending life.

But you, for the first time that night, fear surfaced in your chest. Not fear of enemies of fear of battle. Fear of time.

Of mortality. Of a future where his hand would no longer be warm.

He hated seeing you upset but still, there were just some things that's out of your reach no matter how powerful you were.

His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. A quiet comfort. Meant for you. Yet he didn't speak on it and neither did you because that would only make it too real.

So instead, you remained silent.

His fingers curled weakly around yours and your free hand settled against his cheek in a quiet promise neither of you could fully keep.

Neither of you could fully surrender.

You would continue trying to protect him from himself. And Gyehyeon would continue spending every ounce of strength he possessed to protect you.

It was foolish, hopelessly so.

But again, neither of you had ever been particularly reasonable when it came to the other.

The future lingered at the edge of your thoughts like a distant storm neither of you wished to face. But tonight...

Tonight he was here beneath your touch and you were alive in his arms.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

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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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