[voidstudio]

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[voidstudio]

[01:34]

numb. that's what you're feeling right now. you've done this so much that when your boyfriend tells you to do as he says, you nod and listen. when the usual you would fight and bicker with him on how you'd stay until he finishes up with his work and leaves the studio together. but now you don't bother fighting. you were tired.

your eyes flickered back to him when he called your name. your face placed perfectly in his warm palms. his thumbs softly rubbed on your cheeks as he searched your eyes. "Wait for me back at the dorm, hmm?" he finally said it. you didn't smile when he did. the smile he uses to coax you out of his working space. where he sat alone working non stop until he's satisfied with whatever his genius mind tells him to do. you know immediately he wanted to be alone.

you pass a small smile as you hold both his wrists, slightly pushing him away. "Sure, I'll wait for you there." somehow, you can feel how light his aura was. as if he's been wanting you to leave and you made it happen. so easily for him too. he pressed his lips on your forehead and briefly hugged you before standing up and heading back to his workspace. you stood up as well and went straight to the door. looking back, you saw him already immersed in his music and said goodbye knowing well he won't give back a reply.

"I'm so pathetic." you scoffed. it used to be something you looked forward to when visiting hongjoong at the studio. bringing him lunches and suppers most of the time. even when you barely had sleep yourself, you were energised at the sight of his face, his wide beautiful smile that brightens up at the sight of you barging into his sacred space.

now he was finding ways to make you stop coming. he would apologise and give reasons to which you couldn't get angry at him. it's his job, his passion and his desire to create more masterpieces as he can. and that means sacrifice on your part. you tried to visit less often and stop bothering him but instead sat behind and watched as he hums along the tunes he makes as if you were one with the walls of his cold studio room.

you contemplated on pressing the passcode or ringing the bell and opted for the former as to not bother whoever that was in the dorm at that ungodly hour. quietly, you kicked your shoes off and let out a sharp gasp when a figure stood right at the hallway. placing a palm on your chest, you looked up to the person who almost made you fall to the floor.

mingi looked at you as if he did nothing wrong. he had been there for quite some time and you didn't notice his presence. too busy having scattered thoughts on your workaholic boyfriend to notice him there.

"are you alone?" it was unusual to greet them that way but not with mingi. he understood you right away. he hummed in response and you couldn't help but sigh. you didn't know why you let out such a sound. were you glad no one else was there or was it the stress getting to you, there seemed to be no answer for it.

"did he tell you to wait here?" his raspy voice sounded so soft and whispery. as if it can engulf you in a warm hug. your brows scrunched as you hang your head low, trying to feel anything but hurt. the overwhelming emotions got the best of you as mingi held your face and made you look at him.

"can you kiss me?"

as the first tear trickled down your face, mingi dived down to capture your lips with his. muffling your whimpers with his warm lips as he circled his arm around your back, pulling you closer. your fist bawled on his shirt as you cried in his arms.

he pulled away slightly to catch his breath before pressing his lips on your again and again. you don't dare look at him after. knowing what you were doing, you could never look at him like you used to before this little secret started off. but mingi was too kind and understanding when it comes to your heart.

he wasn't responsible for whatever happens to it but he cares for you more than you did. he aches when you cry and that was messed up. he wiped your tears and pushed your hair away from your face. he was gentle and it hurts you to see him this way. how was it so easy for mingi to be like this with you and not hongjoong?

"princess"

his nickname for you was making things even more difficult. but he was giving you what you wanted. the attention you crave so much from your boyfriend was given by his group member. you realised how fucked you were. he repeated his words when you only pressed your cheek on his chest instead of answering him. he sighed and patted your head lightly.

"let's rest up in my room, okay?"

his voice was calming you faster than whatever food you ate on the way to the dorm. "we can sleep or watch something if you'd like. how's that sound, princess?" you sniffled and hugged him tighter to which mingi chuckled back in response. "cuddle it is then." he said knowing that you're in no mood to talk anymore.

"now don't cry anymore. I'm right here with you. always."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Writers who create dark fiction do not need to:

be your therapist

be responsible for your consumption

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share their past or traumatic experiences

answer questions about their trauma

apologize for you ignoring warnings

cater to your entitlement

And that’s it. Be responsible for your damn self.

[voidstudio]

After Hours

✿ inspired by 1Day_Vlog, Cyberpunk San and Jung Wooyoung

✿ slight possessive behaviour, poly relationship

instead of feeling tired, he felt a surge of energy running through his veins. He tries not to make so much noise but with the way you keep kissing the tattoo on his arm makes it harder to do so. The way he keeps squirming and telling you to stop in a hushed voice only makes you want to continue teasing him. 

the cool performer side of Hongjoong long gone the moment he was pinned down by you. Everything happened so fast and now he was struggling to make you stop your advances on him. He likes the attention but hates (loves) being in such a position.

“stop...it’s ticklish” he finally said after several tries of collecting his thoughts that went astray from your actions. you leaned back and lightly caressed the inked part of his skin with your thumb. 

“You were amazing today. there’s definitely no one like you.” you went down to kiss the tattoo again before sitting right back up, palms resting on his stomach. He looked at you with an evident frown. “you weren't even there. how do you know I did great?” 

a smirk found its way to your lips. “I just know. You’re Kim Hongjoong, of course you will give all your best. You are you and no one is like you.” His breath caught in his throat when you whispered out the last part near his ear. Seeing how his breathing was getting uneven by the second, you took the chance to pin his arm back and admire the pretty words on it. 

“I bet the internet is talking about you right now,”

He watched as you moved upwards from his waist, legs straddling him down. “complimenting you, adoring you, sharing pictures and videos of you.” How you wished there is no end to this. Hongjoong being a quiet and submitting boyfriend was a rare occurrence. You took pride when his face turned dazed and lost at your words. 

His hands that were pinned beside his head were grasping nothing but air. “But only I get to do this.” Cupping his face, you dived down and pressed your lips on his, making sure to leave him breathless and craving for more. The little whiny noises he made were music to your ears. Pulling back, you pepper his face with kisses then going down on his neck and back to his inner arm, placing yet another kiss on it.

His fingers curled up and that was the most he could do as you were still gripping his wrist in place. “Doll, the others are probably looking for us, get up now.” He voiced, in an attempt to sound as if he had the upper hand. “Then let them come.” Right after that, the door burst open and everyone's eyes widened in unison. 

Your eyes followed Wooyoung and San as they walked over to where you were sitting down on Hongjoong as he lay down on bed. “Babe, why are you only playing with him? How about me?” You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the younger male. 

“I couldn’t wait and he showed up first so” you bite your lips playfully and not forgetting to tilt your head as you replied. “He’s not the only one with tattoos, you know. I have them too.” Without warning, Wooyoung lifted his shirt up and the lettering on his ribs were on full display to your eyes. This was bad but a good kind of bad. None of this was your plan, it came to you on a silver platter. 

“Fine, I’ll play with you too.” 

“Doll!” You chuckled when Hongjoong gave you a disbelieved look. 

“What about me?” San, who had been quietly watching the interaction, suddenly spoke up. 

“But you don’t have a tattoo on your upper body, Sannie.” Your hands were not pinning Hongjoong anymore and were back on his torso, tracing patterns on them. “I do, actually.” He slightly lifted his shirt up and your mouth went gaping almost too fast at the sight of the letter A marked on the side of his abdomen. 

“It looks pretty cool.” Your attempt to sound unaffected by it almost went to waste. To be honest, it was too much. You definitely felt something jolted in your head for a moment.

“Right?!” He grinned at your words before continuing. “It’s temporary so I told them to let it be since it's too nice to be washed away that fast.” 

You unconsciously licked your lips as you touched the fake tattoo with utmost curiosity. You hummed as you couldn’t stop staring at the fairly huge mark on him to which San took it as a yes from you to join in the fun. “Doll, at least get off from me first.” 

“No, this is the best spot to sit and I can see your pretty face clearly from here, Joong.” Heat crept up on his face and he decided to keep quiet before you attacked him with more compliments. At the same time, both of the newcomers took their tops off and you couldn't help but stare. Not at their bare upper body but the visible tattoos on their skin.

“You’ll get cold that way.” 

“We won’t” 

“Yeah, we’ll warm up in no time, love.” 

As you were processing the situation at hand and how they just finished a concert and should be resting but instead here they are about to engage in whatever that was going to happen soon. The door yet again opened as another newcomer or more like the room owner stepped inside. “What on earth are all of you doing?” 

You turned away from the man and pretended to be occupied with the material of Hongjoong’s shirt. No one answered and he continued on. “And why are you two topless?”

You weren’t fully focusing but you did hear the door being locked before he walked over to where all of you were. “We’re still pumped up from the concert and our precious baby here is going to help us let it all out. Right babe?” Even without looking you can tell Wooyoung was grinning.

Hongjoong couldn't be bothered and left everything to fate at that point onwards as he let out a tired sigh. Because they all know that once Seonghwa enters, you’re done for and so were they.

[voidstudio]

[16:25]

there’s many things that you dislike in life. But nothing can fight the annoyance seeping into you as you walk through the hallways filled with fake people. you are no saint yourself but the crooked smiles and how these people would force themselves to wave at you as you passed by irked you so much. the ones you see everyday and those that show up every six months or so were no different. 

you were just done talking with a newly debuted group and they promised to give you a signed album after the recording session and you politely nodded back before walking back. the person at the other side of the hall almost made you stop walking.

you only see him in your devices, at home and work. But today he was real. He noticed your figure and gave a smile, the kind where his eyes turn into crescents and the aura around him radiates nothing but warmth. Seconds later he disappeared off around the corner. Blinking away, you looked to your left and right before heaving a sigh. 

no one seemed to notice that little exchange which put you at ease. Walking over to the same door, you made sure the coast was clear before going inside and rushed to plant your back on the door. There he was, clad in designers which had been reformed to fit for the stage and face adorned in make-up you could never not stare at.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” you weren’t sure if he was referring to the emergency staircase you were currently at or the broadcasting station itself.

“I work here” you frowned in confusion. He stepped closer, face hovering over yours. He knew how you like seeing him all dolled up, ready to perform. using that to his advantage to rile you up even more, a devil in disguise you thought. 

“I have work here, happy?” you weren’t lying when you answered him earlier, this building practically is your workplace but he just loves to annoy you for no reason. Biting your lips, you noticed how close he was and that your hand had sweat from gripping on the handle tightly to remain composure. 

“I’d do all sorts of things right now but sadly I can't.” 

“We finally met for the first time in months and that’s what was in your head?” 

you watched as he licked his lips and proceeded to punch his chest lightly to which he finally pulled you in a hug with a giggle. “You know i always missed you.” that somehow sent shivers through your body. “I missed you more” you mumbled back as your arms wrapped around his body. 

you hissed his name out the moment you felt his lips on your skin. placing kisses on your jawline then up to your cheek before stopping a breath away from your own pair of lips. “Well I missed you more, love.” you captured his lips as he pushed you up the door forgetting what the purpose of his appearance at the venue today was for and that only you mattered at that moment.

he pressed his lips further into yours but you were quick to halt his actions. He pulled away when you lightly gripped on his shoulder to look at your fervent expression. “Your lipstick…” you worriedly eyed his face and was glad when nothing was smeared or out of place. 

“A smeared lipstick would still fit the concept, sweetheart. Let me just-” he playfully puckered up his lips at you but the glare that you gave made him stop. “You should go back to the waiting room, it’s probably your turn soon.” He said nothing but smiled at you. 

“Look at my hardworking baby, in a buttoned down shirt all worried about my make up getting ruined and not at how hot and bothered i am.” you knew it was time to go but it’s as if you’re not allowed to leave until he says so. His fingers trace over the top buttons of your shirt before pulling them out of their slits. 

“Let me reward you for being such a doting lover.” he nuzzled his nose on your collar bone before pressing his lips on the exposed skin.

He went up and placed another on the side of your neck, “for being so patient with my schedule”. Your hands fell to your side but he found them and held onto them. He lightly bite your skin before pressing the last kiss on the left side of your neck that seemed too clean for his own liking. You leaned away and bit back a sound that was fighting to come out. 

He pecked your lips before backing away and eyed his creations. “That one is a reminder for you and anyone that tries to get close with my sweetheart.” You had no idea how any of what he did looked like and quickly buttoned up your shirt back. But what you do know is that it’s time for both of you to get out of there. “Don’t think you’re free from this, babe. I’ll make sure to put some on you too” you warned him with a glare. 

“Oh, I can't wait for tonight. Should I head straight to your place after?”

[voidstudio]

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[voidstudio]

wooyoung x female reader

suggestive, slight possessive behaviour

[23:45]

after gently placing a kiss on his forehead, you turn around in his arms as slumber slowly engulfed you in. "goodnight" you mumbled out but he gave no response except that his hand was gently caressing your front. you take it in as a lullaby and smile to yourself. 

"babe, why did you do that earlier?" you groaned at his sudden query. "I'm tired" was the truth but it sounded more like an excuse to his ears. "You were all shy when they complimented you. what's that all about, hmm?" 

you honestly didn't want to bother yourself with this but the way Wooyoung’s hand stopped moving on your stomach gave it all away. He wanted to answer there and then. "It was a normal reaction. Can we sleep now?" you got slightly annoyed by now and pushed his arm away from your waist, hugging the covers closer to your chin. 

you felt him snaked his arm over you again and forced his chin in the crook of your neck. You exhaled sharply but didn't make any move to stop him. "But I don't like it. you should only make those faces to me and only me..." his breath tickled your skin and forcing yourself to sleep seems useless now. He knew you're not asleep and nibbled on your neck. The moist of his tongue followed after and your body betrayed you at that action. "well you weren't being nice yourself. flustering when they brought up your past." you countered back through gritted teeth. 

he continued to kiss your clothed shoulder a couple of times before going back to your neck. the tip of his tongue touching your skin, as if testing a new flavour of ice cream. He could feel you gulping down and wait no further as he got up and made you lie fully on your back. you were fully awake now and the side of your neck still tingled from his licks. "You know what I like babe. people looking down and making fun of me but you," you took in the way his lust filled eyes bore right into you and felt heat rushed all over your body. "I never knew you like to be praised so much? Is that why you love it when I pet your head?" 

the smirk never left his face as he caressed the top of your head, fingers gently touching your hair. You shouldn't be ashamed at all but something about his words sounded like he was mocking you, making fun of you even. you wouldn't let him win, not this time. hands clasped on his shoulder, it was your turn to let him taste his own medicine. you so badly want to wipe the smirk off his lips as you straddled on top of him. "at least I don't get excited when someone tells me off."

Wooyoung chuckled at your comeback. it was low of you but he was playing dirty as well. you then lightly wrapped your fingers around his neck. The smooth skin drove you to anger at times. angry because it's always touched by others - his friends. they get amused when his veins pop up every time he laughs out loud. or when he shows off his singing skills. "babe, is this you trying to choke me?'' One thing about you and him was that verbal questions were answered with physical answers. Wooyoung smiled when you put pressure on his neck, almost making him breathless. 

"Look at you enjoying this. what if i break you, would you still love me?" you challenged despite knowing that you don't have the heart at all. and he knew that too.

"you're doing a good job, sweetheart. do it harder." Your lips involuntarily quivered at that and gave him what he wanted of course. you watched how his eyes fluttered shut, trying not to cough as his hands tightly gripped on your thighs. you didn't want him to be the only getting all the fun and unclasped your hand. you touched the forming mark on his skin as he opened his eyes and frowned at you. "Why did you stop?" 

"because i wanted to" you didn't let him whine for long and proceeded to push his shirt upwards and stifled a laugh when he shivered under you. his hands were now clinging on the hem of your pyjama pants. "babe, it's cold." he could easily flip you over back to your initial position if he hated this but he didn't. you leaned down on his chest and placed your ear right at his heart. it was beating at a normal pace, which you didn't like. 

the reaction was exactly what you wanted when you poked his right bud with your forefinger. He hissed at your action and so you repeated it again. poking and pinching it as you like. his heartbeat started to quickened. "Are you still cold, babe?" you leaned back to see what's going on. He was biting his lips and not only that, his hands were gripping at your waist. 

"You started this and now look at you. Unable to do anything." you played with his left bud this time and finally a whimper came out from his pretty plump lips. Wooyoung wasn't the only one having a hard time. You were starting to grind on him as you teased him endlessly. he couldn't contain himself anymore. Seeing him that way had you ecstatic, the way he's whining and tossing his head to the side. He looks delightful. pretending to be bashful at the gathering...was worth it. 

"babe if you keep this up-" leaning down, you capture his lips, hips moving in sync as you do so. The sound he makes left a mark, a fire spreading wildly inside your chest. pulling away, you smiled at him. "Now let's sleep" 

"But you're so good, baby" his hands weren't sure where to place them and so it rested on your back, giving them a little squeeze as he tried to coax you. "Can we just go on? I promise to behave." that was straight out lying. He never behaves and will never do so. it's all to make you agree to this little game both of you were playing. praising and degrading each other like there was nothing better to do. Well there was actually something better than this. 

his fingers threading through your hair made you blinked back to reality. funny how you were able to lose yourself in such a heated moment. "promise me to not act like that with anyone else that's not me. I don't like it either." you traced his features as you reminded him that he isn't the only one who despised other people's attention on you, it's the same for you. 

His beautiful features were one of your weaknesses but an advantage to him as he finally used his strength and had you lie back down. your gasps and wide eyes won't stop whatever he had in mind that moment. Wooyoung’s  lips curved upwards into a grin at the sight of your stunned face.

 "You had your fun. Now be a good girl and let me do the rest."

[voidstudio]

[18:12]

it was a meeting for the upcoming school's play and you happened to sit across a couple and got annoyed at how close they were. You were still in school grounds. Even if the teachers weren't around, the least they could do was show respect to the others and that was what made you side eye them from time to time. Lucky for them you weren't the snarky type to just walk over and go "there's other people in this room, in case you forgot." How you wish you were like that.

the guy is your crush and you only found out then that he's dating the popular girl. having her sit on his lap as if they're at home irked you so much. glares didn't stop them cause they were already in their own bubble, to absorb in their own little thing. the all of a sudden, a loud guy walked in. everyone stopped talking as he went over to you and pull you up

"Sorry to interrupt but i'm here for my baby." you eyed him confused as he smiled and pecked your cheek "this is the cast meeting right? My baby's in charge of props so we'll be leaving. And you two over there, get a room. No one wants to see you all over each other, especially in a serious meeting like this."

"What are you doing?" You hissed at him.

he heard you but chose to run his mouth a bit longer. The air was already awkward with the couple so he thought why not make things worse. "Clearly everyone is uncomfortable but don't dare say anything cause you're the teacher's pet and you're the girl that everyone loves. Oh and if you try to bully my baby after what I said just know I can do worse things than those two."

he dragged you out and acted as if things would end there for you when clearly it won't. "now they're going to think we're dating"

"at least you can compete with that nerdy crush of yours." He grinned at you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "What is there to compete with?" you mumbled to yourself, suddenly remembering how your crush was openly playing with his allegedly girlfriend in the meeting earlier.

"I can do whatever you ask me to, master"

"don't use that when we're in public." you elbowed him.

"I saw how you were glaring at them from outside. did you want him to play with you like that too?" he was unfazed by your glares and only pulled you closer to his side.

"hamburgers for dinner? we can discuss what you want to do with me while we're at it too, how's that sound, master?" he knew you were affected by it and proudly smiled to himself.

you're tempted by his suggestion. your crush was nothing compared to this guy and the thought made you smile.

"So you're up for it?"

"only if you're paying"

[voidstudio]

✿ make up session // the format of this written piece is purposely as it is

it’s fun having seonghwa around when you want to experiment new things. Today was one of those days where he lets you do his makeup. He usually does it himself but out of the blue he puts on his contact lenses and lies down on the bed saying that you can do his makeup which of course had you jumping in excitement. Ten minutes passed and you were nowhere near done and his intense eyes fixed on you as you worked on his eye makeup was stressing you out even more. “Seonghwa, I would appreciate it if you don’t look at me like that.” You froze when his hands made their way to your sides, pulling you closer to his chest. “Then where exactly can I look? You might poke my eye if I look away.” You ignored his words and turned to your side to pick a red lipstick, the shade that made him look pretty and devilish. His fingers lightly tapping on you as you carefully paint his plump lips. It was an awkward position so your back was starting to ache and he noticed your furrowed brows. “Just lean down, it’s easier that way. ”No, I can manage.“ You heard him sighed. “I’m not suggesting, it’s an order. You’ll hurt your back and only I can do that to you sweetheart.” the way he smirked right after made you forget how to breathe. You leaned down and swore that his usually soft eyes were dark and menacing. After another swipe of the lipstick, you whispered that you were done but he obviously wasn’t, seeing how he had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips inches away from each other. You locate the night stand and place the lipstick down, hoping it didn’t leave a mark on the surface. “I bet you did a great job. What do you think?” “I was going for a devilish look but you look like an incubus instead.” “They’re the same kind sweetheart, cunning and convincing. Do you want a taste of this devil then?”

a man of high taste when it comes to fashion and makeup alike and you have been coming up with ways on how to make him agree to you putting on his makeup. You’ve tried all sorts of ways, he either dodge you, run away or lock himself in his room. But seeing him lying down on the sofa made you think that it was your chance. Once in a lifetime chance too. Making sure his eyes were closed, you tiptoed your way to him with both hands clutching the makeup bag. Slowly, you swing a leg over his body and straddle him down. He groaned at the added weight and opened his eyes, slightly glaring at you. “I’m tired, what do you want?” An angry Hongjoong was not to mess with, everyone knows that but he was tired and that means you have the upper hand. At least that’s what you want to think. “Just close your eyes, I’m gonna paint your face a bit.” “For what? Paint your own face.” He placed a hand over his eyes. “Please Joongie, just once, hmm?” You noticed how he reacted to you begging and knew it was working. He huffed loudly and looked at you tiredly, eyes still wearing the contacts you bought for him last halloween. “I knew I should have at least take them out first.” “You should never sleep with them in the first place.” He didn’t reply and let you do whatever you wanted on his face. Hongjoong was trying his best to fall asleep but the brush strokes were ticklish which had you smiling at the sight of him gulping every time it hit his face. “Sorry” he only hummed back in response and rested his hands on your back, fingers intertwined with each other as if he was hugging a pillow. One last stroke and you dropped the brush on the floor along with the palette. “Joong, open your eyes, please.” The sleepiness was long gone and he was wide awake at this point. You on the other hand was super proud of yourself, the end look was amazing. Also because you have a very beautiful canvas to begin with. “Stop smiling like that, you made me look like a clown didn’t you?” He gripped on your shirt to stop you from bouncing on his waist. “Oh sorry” you patted his chest, understanding why he gripped tightly at the back of your shirt. “I made you look like a hot clown. Care to humour me?” You felt like your life was sucked out of you when he raised a brow and smirked at you. “Suddenly forgetting your manners with me?” You rolled your eyes and playfully grind on him as you answered. “Please?”

you were busy picking out things to remove his makeup but he was annoyingly noisy for some reason. You didn’t know that this famous cosplayer would be a pain when all his fans are nowhere in sight. “I swear if you call me jagiya again, I’m leaving and you can clean the makeup yourself.” You heard him chuckle from the chair that was right in front of the vanity table inside the hotel room. “What’s taking you so long anyway? Just bring the whole bag here.” If not for the pay, you’d stormed out of the room that instant. Walking over to him, you dropped everything loudly on the table, frowning as he smiled innocently at you and patting his lap. “Sit here, jagi.” You heard rumours that he has weird ways of dealing with people he works with but this was odd. “I can stand.” “You’ll get tired that way. Just sit on me, jagi.” You were starting to get angry and that nickname he picked for you sounded more like an insult but you had an inkling he didn’t mean it that way. “Will I get extra?” He looked at you amused and nodded. “If that’s what you want then sure. Also I’m offering because there’s no other chair unless you don’t mind doing it on that hard sofa or the bed? Your pick, jagiya.” “I’ll just sit here then and stop calling me that.” You were glad his hands were on his phone but that made it harder for you to remove the makeup. “Yeosang, can you tilt your face a bit?” He looked up at you and made an unsatisfied face. You felt something drop in the pit of your stomach and already regret asking him. “Then I can’t use my phone, it’ll get in your way too right if I did?” You unconsciously clicked your tongue and grabbed his phone, placing it down behind you. “If you can cooperate with me for fifteen minutes, I’ll let you do whatever you want alright?” Realising what you did, your eyes widened and decided to get off but he trapped you, hands stretched on either side of the wooden table. “You’re quite demanding aren’t you? I like it.” You looked at him confused. “People usually let me do whatever the hell I want but not you. You just want to get it done and leave with the money I promised. I like you jagi, can you work for me permanently?” If not for the red lenses you swear he sounded like the devil himself. You cleared your throat and carelessly dumped the makeup remover on the cotton pad, placing it over his eye. “Only if you raise my pay, jagi.” You exaggerated the last word which he smirked back in response knowing that he finally had your full interest.

tapping the card on the sensor, you pushed the door with your arm and stopped midway in the dark hallway. “Wooyoung, are you there?” There was no immediate response so you carefully maneuver yourself in and saw a figure hunched on the bed, face illuminating by the phone screen. “Jung Wooyoung!” “What?” You yelped when he brought his head up and looked directly at you. He chuckled and switched the flashlight on his phone. “Lights are over there.” You placed down the paper bag on the nightstand and went to switch the lights on. “You could have at least helped, my hands were full.” “I’m tired” He whined and went back to his phone. After washing and drying your hands, you went to the bed and placed your hands on either side of your hips. “If you’re that tired then sleep. I can finish your portion anyway.” He pulled you over to him. “Babe, I can’t exactly sleep with this on my face.” He pouted and you can’t help but snicker at his face. There was a lot going on but you loved the look on him, it fitted his face and personality in a way you couldn’t explain. Smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner trickling down his face, a black crescent moon on his forehead and black tint covering his lips. It was horrifyingly beautiful. “Just sleep with it then, I didn’t accompany you here to be your helper.” You pushed his hands away to get off from him but he locked you back in place in mere seconds. “Please?” He batted his lashes at you. If he was barefaced you would have said he looked cute but no, he looked like a paralysis demon or some ancient being forcing you to give him your soul. “Please what?” You felt his hands slipping inside your shirt and swatted it away. “That’s not going to work this time, woo.” He whined so loud you had to cup his mouth. “Fine, I’ll clean it up for you and get your hands off. I need to take the remover-” Your words were cut short when he removed the pillow next to him revealing everything you need. “So you were lazy?” “You know how tiring performing is, just stop scolding me and wipe all of this off.” He whined, clearly done with your antics. “Such a baby this one. Just try not to move so much.” You adjusted yourself right after to which he scoffed at your actions. “You should say that to yourself.” Wooyoung mumbled. You reach over for the paper bag and place it between you and him. “Let me take a photo of this makeup look first and stop whining. I bought fries, so eat quietly.” You wrapped your hand around his neck and leaned back to get the right angle. “I didn’t know you’re into this babe?” “Shut up and eat your fries. I'm cropping my hand after, this does look weird.” Placing down your phone, you saw him biting a fry and nodded over for you to bite. You knew better than to ignore him and proceed with your task but it’s Wooyoung and he always had his ways with you. Biting the other end, your eyes widened when he pulled you closer and pressed your lips together. It won’t end with just his makeup being removed seeing how he wasn’t exactly tired, just bored to death.

[voidstudio]

[17:05]

the way his hair framed his face effortlessly upsets you even more. How can he look so good all the time? It’s unfair, really unfair.

but the worst part was he forgot about the promise he made to you a week before. His light tapping on your thighs brought you back from your thoughts. “Get off from me, please.” his lazy smile followed after his words.

“No”

you were straddling him down so he can’t move and get away with his actions again. “You broke your promise. I’m not going anywhere.” you moved upwards and sat completely on his waist.

the light groaning from under had you tensed up. “I’m sorry, okay? I bought those ice creams earlier so go and feast on them all you want.”

his fingers were playing with the band of your sweatpants and it was distracting you from staying angry at him. “Eat with me then?”

“Eat you?”

his loud laughter after getting hit by you was like music to your ears. “Honey, you should get up. My housemates are coming back soon.” his words clearly didn’t match his actions at all.

his hands roamed under your shirt, making random patterns on your back. You unconsciously leaned forward at his touches and gripped on his shoulder.

“What difference does it make if I get up? Look at what you’re doing.” You raised a brow pointing out what he was doing. You hate to admit but the way he smirked definitely does things to you

“I’m not doing anything though” you felt his fingers going further up along with your shirt. Your eyes wide at the noises from outside the room. “They’re home.”

he moved faster than you could get off from him and flipped you over. “I’m starting to not care if they see us like this, babe.” Leaning down he continued on, “You don’t mind eating ice cream a bit later right?”

your mind was already clouded with other thoughts and here he was reminding you about the confection.

“Be quick, I don’t want them eating my ice cream.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”