A/N: WOW. It’s been a hot minute more like three million years since we’ve updated on this page! Momo and I appreciate all of you for bearing with us during our hiatus. We promise we’re gonna be fulfilling requests soon! Here’s one for all you peeps who have been asking for super dirty content el oh el... this one is.... interesting.
A stout whine broke through the silence of your normally hushed apartment. Wooyoung clenched your shirt, pulling you out of the bathroom. “Please, it hurts, Y/N.”
Your cheshire grin extended from ear to ear, “You knew what you were getting into when you decided to let me stick something up there, Woo.” you palmed his ass, running your nails across of his boxers, making him crumple to the floor. Basking in the glory of having Wooyoung grovel at your feet to take out the plug wedged within him didn’t last long. San opened the bedroom door, heaving from a starved cock throbbing in his hands. The blue color of a thin piece of a shiny silicone peeked out between his forefinger and thumb.
“Baby, I- I need you to hurry, please.” his breath was shaky, lips sodden after he kept running his tongue along the pale pink.
You glanced down at Wooyoung’s body curled in on itself and the rise of his erection becoming quite evident through thin black fabric. Your eyes then met San’s, “Why should I hurry? You both seem to be in such a rush tonight; what if I’m not?” you kneeled to Wooyoung, brushing your hand along his face and bringing his chin up, “If you hurry off of the floor, maybe I can take that out of your ass for you. Unless… You like it?”
A mewl drawled out of his mouth, “I- I like it.”
San growled, “Wooyoung, cut the shit. Get in the bedroom.”
“Yeah, Woo,” you chide, “get in the bedroom.”
Before you knew it, Wooyoung stood to attention, throwing you over his shoulder and trudging to the bedroom where San sat idly, arching his back at the slightest touch of his length. You were thrown onto the palatial bed, immediately prodded by San’s greedy hands sneaking beneath your silk slip-on, unrequited kisses prompted you to step off the bed, reminding them both of who needed to and was to be in charge.
“This-all of this is mine. The air between you when you’re lips are on his. Every bead of pleasure that rolls down this spine. It’s mine.” San’s eyes were clenched shut, sweat evident at the corners of his silver hairline. He was so caught up in Wooyoung’s sudden pull at his neck. Now you didn’t know what had come over you in that moment, but you needed his focus on you; needed to see every bit of desperation. “Wooyoung, don’t stop.”
The boy hummed low in his throat; he hadn’t intended to stop any time soon. You smirked a little, coming up behind your boyfriend to grip his chest. The beat of his heart pumped wildly against your hand.
“This, baby-”
“My heart…” His brow was knit in conflict.
“Tell me. Tell me who it belongs to.” Your touch traveled up his neck, squeezing as Wooyoung devoured his mouth. All San could do was pant between the slick strings that connected their kiss. “Y/N-”
“Say it, San.” You loomed over him to push Wooyoung back by the shoulder. His eyes glistened with longing but they never left the boy in front of him. It was only when your free middle finger glided down the center of his clammy throat did Wooyoung break the stare. Your breath hot against San’s ear was euphoria itself.
“That sting in Wooyoung’s boxers is mine, just the same as its yours. When he makes you feel good, it’s because I let him. So tell me...what are you?”
“Baby, I can’t think. Let me breathe-”
“Tell me, San.”
“I’m yours.”
“That’s it, baby. Say it again.” You pulled Wooyoung back, raking a hand through his midnight locks. He leaned into it before turning his attention back to a breaking San. Somehow sensing your need to feel more, he yanked you between them. Mine. Your boyfriend immediately found his home on your waist, fingertips digging into the soft flesh like you would float away if he didn’t hold you down. It was your turn to gasp onto San’s tongue when Wooyoung decided to bite down on your shoulder.
“Yours. Y/N. I’m yours.”
San’s eyes were trained on his best friend and the way his teeth slid across your sweat sheened skin. The ripple of your pleasure translated in the way you groaned heavily into San’s mouth, his fingers pushing themselves further into your core; dripping and engulfing the sweetness falling from your folds. The corners of his lips quirked upward when you snaked a hand down to his throbbing cock, tugging at it with ferocity, feeling him squirm beneath you when slid your ring finger between the silicone and his shaft.
“Baby, you need to take this off of me, please, I might-”
Your fingers immediately quiet him, pulling his jaw down, “You’re not gonna do anything, baby. Not unless I say so.”
Wooyoung palmed your ass, still nipping at you, “We’ll do anything for you, Y/N.”
You tilted your head back, glancing at Wooyoung patiently awaiting his turn to get at you, obviously uncomfortable with the toy you still hadn’t taken out of him. The sinister grin that spread across your face caused both San and Wooyoung to wince simultaneously, “I know you will, Wooyoung. Grab me a condom, would you?” you still hovered over San, patting the sheets beside you, “Then come here; kneel down next to me.”
Wooyoung did as he was told, moving from behind you and sinking down next to San’s face after reaching into the nightstand. He sheepishly smiled, handing you the thinly wrapped condom, “What- what do you want me to do?”
Your attention turned to San, peering into his dark orbs before you with nothing short of mischief, “Sannie, baby,” you bit the wrapper, pulling out the slimy latex and slipping onto your boyfriends dick, “Be a good boy and open your mouth for Wooyoung.”
San’s eyes widened, “Baby, I-”
You seized his chin, forcing his head to the side, his mouth gaping, “You know what to do.”
Wooyoung’s lips parted ever so slightly as if he were about to retaliate, but instead, he only thrust his hips forward, filling San’s mouth with his length and moving slowly. A sharp ‘fuck’ escaped him as low humming pervaded the once silent room with pure passion. Your normally stoic boyfriend now fell before you, displaying passion not even you knew to be possible. His tongue slithered across Wooyoung’s shaft, welcoming in the girth with ease, pushing himself further by bobbing his head back and forth. The real ecstasy only came when you decided to lower yourself onto San, filling your pussy with every inch of him, taking it all in despite how tight you felt. He bucked his hips up to meet your own and a drowned out mewl settled in the back of your throat. Wooyoung’s head tossed back as he knelt there, biting his lip so hard you swore it would have bled if you didn’t snake a hand behind his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss stained with the morning’s coffee and your honey flavored chapstick.
San had one hand on your ass and the other snug against Wooyoung’s hips, his mouth finding purchase at the base of Woo’s dick. Wooyoung grit his teeth, a guttural “San,” rolling off his tongue before he curled his fingers in the silver locks before him.
“Go harder,” he panted as San’s nose pressed his stomach, “I- I wanna fuck your mouth.”
With spit running down his cheek, and your body preoccupying his thoughts, he looked up at Wooyoung with wide eyes, “You what?”
You bent down, feeling the way his dick was twitching in you, eagerly anticipating what Wooyoung wanted to do, “Just open your mouth baby, you’ll be fine.”
San did as he was told, clawing at Wooyung once his girth started to vigorously pump in and out past glistening lips. You reveled in the way you could feel your boyfriend enjoying getting mouth fucked while he had his dick in you. You reached over to run a finger along Wooyoung’s spine sending shivers down to pool in his gut. His breathing quickened when you began to play with the butt plug still occupying Woo’s tight ass.
“So pretty for us, Woo. So fucking pretty.”
He was all whimpers and burned out ecstasy; he wouldn’t last long now. Wooyoung bit his lip at your words, an expression signaling he’d be cumming soon. Without any hesitation, you immediately lifted yourself off of San, nestling behind Wooyoung and letting the butt plug slip in and out of him achingly slow.
“I-” You bit down on his shoulder, the pressure of your jaw closing in on the heated flesh as his muscles tensed under your love stained mark. San’s eyes were locked on your movements, you were sure of it. It was only when he came up to protest that you paid him any mind.
“Back down, baby. He’s close.”
It was so fucking messy and you saw images of that first night playing behind the fog on your eyelids. If you breathed in any deeper you’d surely suck the air out of the room. Your whisper was harsh in his ear.
“Isn’t that right, Woo? You’re close? You wanna cum with my boyfriend’s pretty little lips around your fucking cock?” Wooyoung blinked the tears from his eyes when San reached up to rake dull nails down his pec. He could only nod. You gently pulled out the butt plug, letting the little piece clatter to the floor. He came undone so fast that the boy under him barely had to prepare. The fun you imagined seeing him choke farther found your hand on that damn ring. But he knew better, even when his hips bucked shamelessly into your grip. San drank in Wooyoung as if quenching a desperate thirst. The latter went limp onto the now soaked sheets and a wide eyed San looked to you for some kind of confirmation. Did I do good? He didn’t have to ask.
The soft hand pulling him into your lips was confirmation enough. So good, baby. It was definitely different; how else was someone new on your San’s lips supposed to taste? Dirty different. But that was the rouse of it all, and you took. Every last drop. Every last whimper.
“Please, Y/N-ah-”
With a swift twist, the ring came off the angry red of his dick, his sudden lurch forward alerting a recovering Wooyoung to the present. You sat back in bed, eyes fixated on the way he throbbed against his stomach.
“I want a show.”
They would give it to you, oh they would give it to you.
“It’s in your eyes; both of you.” In a way, you’d always known it would come to this; San throwing Wooyoung onto his hands to grasp at obsidian sheets, the ones that matched his blacked out eyes. A soft click of your favorite little toy. There was blood in the water. It had taken the smallest finger prick to start a frenzy.
If they screamed any louder it would blow your eardrums. Melt with sickly sweet bass into your skull until the buzz was indefinite. You didn’t want to feel it, not tonight. You could be different. You were different. Something else, he had called you. So why did he leave his something out to dry in that damn dressing room? The something he wanted so bad.
Little whispers in his ear as the swarm paraded celebratory cider around out-stretched arms. He was all smiles that didn’t quite reach the glimmer in those muddy blue contacts. Saying you would be leaving cold tonight.
“I haven’t the time.”
Bullshit. He always had the time. Just another word for later.
The time to fuck you into oblivion. Make me forget that I’m just like them. Tell me I’m different. I need it so bad it hurts.
So one knock on 613 and you were swallowed by the city lights through too-big picture windows. If you looked down on the ants below you would they recognize your guilt you wondered.
But you didn’t have any. There was no remorse into the breaths that escaped that freckled throat. “Lower. Not there.” Lest they know their dear fox of a boy was subject to such carnal desire.
You wanted the buzz that he fed into you in every moment. When his hands ghosted your form, took your something for all it was worth and more. And you were fucking expensive. A price he never paid; a heart he could never give.
Oh my goodness. Hello beautiful people I hope you all didn’t forget our little blog 😂I am so sorry it has literally been two million years since we’ve posted anything but this summer has been crazy and my co and I have been too busy to even function! BUT- we’ll be back to writing and getting those requests out as soon as we can, thank you all for being so patient 💛
APOLOGIZING FOR THE SMALL LIL HIATUS YALL. Momo and I have been so busy for the past two weeks or so :’(( if you’ve sent in requests we are so sorry they’re taking nine million years to create but just know- WE ARE WRITING THEM AND THEY ABOUT TO BE BANGERS. Anyways, love and cherish all of you and promise to be back in a flash!
Do you write smut? If so, can I request the dirtiest, kinkiest Wooyoung/San/reader smut you can come up with? Dirty talk, choking, bondage, go the whole nine yards ;) I love your work! XOX
HELLO ANON~
I’m so sorry, my Co and I wanna apologize quickly because WE ARE TOTALLY WORKING ON THIS RIGHT AS WE SPEAK- but it’s just that... there’s a little more than a small surprise for this piece of work and we’re just trying to make it AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE. (eh he) Trust. We love a challenge, and the whole nine yards will most definitely be in this. Thank you for being so patient.
He’s telling you everything will be fine, that the stars will shine for you another day. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the next day, or even the next decade; but some day. Some day they will. As night slowly draws closer to dawn, the calm breeze settles over a dusky sky filled with flecks of pale moonlight and the soft edges of the morning sun. San begins to drift off into a dream, picturing what would happen if things had worked out the way you both wished it could.
“we’ll be alright.” he breathes, pulling you closer, outlining your curves with his tender touch.
“How can you be so sure?” you ask, leaning into his chest, tears trickling their way onto the love stained sheets below you.
“Because,” he whispers into your soft hair, “I love you.”
A/N: This is LITERALLY one of the most interesting things i’ve ever read. My Co wrote this based off of her love for political angst/dramas, and honestly, it’s really good guys, TOTALLY WORTH THE READ. We hope you enjoy this little piece by Momo (@sailor-baek )
Characters: Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ) & Reader (Y/N), featuring another ATEEZ member!
Theme: Political AU, angst, love affair, political drama
Nothing comes easy when you work for the President of the United States. Especially when it involves Park Seonghwa.
💥Warning: Angst💥
The processional march was colorful noise in your ears as you followed closely behind the big man. It got older every time you heard it, which was, quite regrettably, every first Friday of the month. Really, anything would be better than the obnoxious blaring of-what was it? An oboe? You had no idea but it sure didn’t sound like the Chopin Nocturne op.9 no.2 you had to turn on every night to sleep.
“You’re doing it again.”
You didn’t even remember getting on the floor, a communications intern behind the press caucus chuckled. Carrie Ann. George Washington University undergrad and poli-sci masters at the good ‘ole Harvard. You made a mental note to fire the little shit as soon as this thing was over. Your attention turned to the man, still waiting for a complete introduction at the podium.
“Doing what, sir?”
“That frown thing with your eyebrows. You’re gonna get wrinkles, Y/N. What was that cream thing you use? You better stock up before Big Pharma gets their hands on the patent or I’ll have to call you...what is that new movie with Oprah?”
“A Wrinkle In Time, sir.”
“Yes, that one! A wrinkle-”
“It’s a childrens movie; nothing to do with premature aging, sir.”
A little huff escaped his lips and a slight tug appeared on yours. The press secretary was clapping now signaling for your boss to give his address.
“I’m sure your daughter will be happy to watch it with you tonight. Mr. President, you’re up.”
“Ah yes, it appears so.”
You watched as he made his way up to the center; flurries of camera flashes turning the west wing corridor into a light show. This is the time when you would check out. His speech was solid, you had looked it over yourself the hour prior. Today, however, there was a particular bump in your paved smooth travel down the hill. A rather large bump, by the name of Park Seonghwa. He was standing to the right behind his Prime Minister with the cheekiest smile plastered across his face. Bilateral economic relations didn’t warrant this kind of happiness, it oozed off of him like fucking honey. You had heard your greenies gushing over him earlier that day. The hot speech writer from the embassy. Why was he even here? Stupid question, you knew it was because he was Prime Minister Cho’s nephew. Nepotism at its finest. You had to use that one later. It would definitely sting. When clapping resumed again you made your way to the podium to rally the cameras back into the hall.
“Coverage of the reception will be permitted. I’ll have the details sent over via secure line. Until then please wait in the briefing room for further instruction. Thank you, everyone.”
You turned the corner still trying to shake that stupid smile from your mind when Carrie Ann caught your eye at the coffee corner. Before you could stalk all the way over, someone called your name.
“Ms. Chief of Staff...sir?”
God, you had forgotten your interns had project due today. “One sec, hun.”
You pivoted straight into a paper cup of coffee. “You look like you wanted to, um, talk to me.”
“Carrie Ann, do I amuse you.” The cup was warm in your hand now; sickly sweet aromas filling your nose. A little sip of the searing liquid confirmed your suspicion, too much liquid sugar. The poor girl had gone white.
“More specifically, my face-does it...does it make you want to laugh in a room of every major news outlet in the Pacific?”
“No ma’am, I didn’t mean to-”
“But you did.” You took a longer sip and gave her one last canvas before turning back to the little crowd that had gathered. “This coffee is wonderful by the way. Just a little suggestion, though; go easy on sweetener. You’ll need to remember that when you start at the local Starbucks.” You relished the gasps all the way to your office. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat that you remembered you weren’t alone.
“Shitty morning, my greenies. Tell me something that won’t make me want to throw you off of the east wing balcony.” A lazy finger point at the intern that had tapped your shoulder earlier opened a flood of updates.
“The KORUS coverage just hit air and it’s already trending on Twitter and Facebook.”
“Washington Governor Townsend has agreed to the state park expansion plans in Olympia; we should have the contractors’ bids on your desk no later than noon.”
“The writer guy is waiting in your blue room, ma’am. Said he has an appointment.”
Messy papers were strewn all over your desk; draft bills for POTUS to look over and countless testimony from the bane of your existence that was the municipal aide fund. You didn’t even look up. “I know plenty of writers, Joshua, you need to be more specific.”
“The hot one, ma’am. Tall, Korean, windswept hair look-”
“You need not go on, dear, this is the White House, not a middle school cafeteria. Send him in.”
The group trudged to the door. “Wait. I want all of you to finish up those Arbor Day submissions from the kindergartners. Pick a winner too.”
“The criteria, ma’am?”
“I don’t know, pick one that colored the trees unrealistic colors. I support impressionism and nothing says ‘Happy Tree Day! Thank you for the oxygen!’ more than a purple ficus.”
“Got it, ma’am, purple ficus.” You shoo-ed them off with the hope that the president would get a chuckle from handing a five-year-old artist a certificate for a periwinkle disaster on national television.
“That girl from earlier. I passed her crying on the way here; such a harsh way to be let go.”
You scoffed, “I might just call secret service to drag her out. Why are you here, Mr. Park? You didn’t have an appointment.”
Seonghwa sauntered to your desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket while easing onto the varnished oak and cocking his head to the side, “Hm…” he grabbed the bow cascading down your blouse, rolling the silk in his fingers, “I never imagined something so frilly on someone so…”
“So what?”
He glared down at you, dropping the bow and retracting his fingers, grabbing the pocket square out of his suit, “So… disdainful.”
You smiled unevenly, “Sometimes I wonder where you learn words like this, but then I remember you went to college here and I can’t one up you with pretentious vocabulary.”
A smile spread across his face, “Do you want it in Korean? 경멸적인.”
“Why should I respect you, Seonghwa? I’m the White House Chief of Staff; not the eager college girl that gets you a cream cheese bagel in the morning.”
The way he got under your skin was criminal. Bad enough that he still hadn’t answered your initial question. What was the question? You were getting too old for this. “Your speech on NATO was cute; Prime Minister Cho did well for the press.”
“Did you like it?”
“Oh, I did. In fact I have a particular word in mind to describe it.”
“What would that be?”
“쓰레기.”
“Ah! She knows Korean now; such a dynamic personality.” His index finger tapped against his palm, “First off, we have a condescending Chief of Staff, who, with no mercy or remorse, loves to fire her perky college interns. Second, she must be achingly smart because she dragged my Korean speech-”
“I’ll stop you right there. Perky? Not exactly the word I’d use to-”
Seonghwa stood, readjusting his suit, “Let me finish, Y/N. Finally, for someone so beautiful, you sure do have a terrible temper.”
“You came here to be an asshole; is that it?”
“Takes one to know one, ma’am.”
“You’re the one that called it a dynamic personality.”
He paused, clasping his hands together, “I simply came to ask if I’d be seeing you at the party tonight.”
“To gawk at your latest arm candy? Don’t count on it.”
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The Secretary of Commerce had always rubbed you the wrong way. From the beginning of the appointment, green shadows in his hollow eyes had made his motive clear. Sure, the trade renewal was beneficial to everyone. It was especially so to one certain senior official that had poured half the budget into the Korean subsidiary of a Chinese chemical manufacturer. You weren’t a god, neither was the president. The things that were sacrificed in the name of universal well being wouldn’t keep you up at night. Besides, the geezer talking your ear off had to pay for his estate in Great Barrington somehow. You felt a hand slip around your waist.
“It was a pleasure, Mr. Secretary. Congratulations on the agreement.”
Pulled away without much more than a nod in his direction you turned your attention to your companion. “How did you know I was dying of boredom?”
“Y/N, dear, you wear your heart on your sleeve. It couldn’t have been more obvious if you had screamed ‘insolent plutocrat’ in his face.”
You gravitated towards the bar and took the cucumber vodka Yunho held out. He was every bit the man your parents had expected; fitting the description a 9 year old you had mapped out and stuck to the fridge. Doctor Jeong Yunho; Chief of surgery at Georgetown, specializing in neurology. How else could you describe Yunho but simply strapping. Heels didn’t challenge his height. His goofy smile never faltered and his bright eyes followed you like a puppy. Walking into any function with him felt like a cold drink laced with ecstasy; only mildly dangerous and the biggest ego booster. He made you feel powerful.
You leaned in to begin a whisper into his ear.
“My my my, what do we have here?” If Yunho was ecstasy, Seonghwa was the dirtiest mephedrone on the black market. That hand found your waist again. The woody scent on Yunho’s lapel invaded your senses. There came a time every woman had to face the music; you hadn’t wanted it to be tonight.
“Mr. Park, I don’t believe you’ve met my fiancé.”
“Park Seonghwa, right? I’m Yunho, nice to meet you, man.”
The newest patron took his hand, giving it a firm shake. “Likewise, Doctor. I assume congratulations are in order.” You cast a sidewards glance to Yunho who was playing idly with the silver band on his finger. The whole ordeal was suffocating.
“So when’s the big day?” Seonghwa’s eyes were on you now, still full of the morning’s mischief.
“End of June; we’ll make sure to send you an invitation.” You scooted a little closer to Yunho, letting his guarding presence hold you upright. A shrill beep sounded from his breast pocket; one that you had heard many times. He cleared his throat a little and reached for the pager. Duty always called. It didn’t matter even if you had just helped to divert a nuclear crisis. If someone had their head cracked open on an operating table, Dr. Jeong would be there to patch them up. You took a long swig of the sweating cocktail and set it down.
“You should go, honey. It sounds urgent.”
He offered you a sheepish smile. Seonghwa just turned to face the bar, sloshing a drink in his hand.
“Multiple trauma crash on the 95. Baby, I’m sorry.” Yunho lightly grabbed out your hands that re-did the buttons of his suit.
“I of all people know that work is work. Don’t sweat it kid. I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
“You’re not coming home?”He met your lips in a chaste kiss.
“I fly to Mumbai first thing in the morning and I still have lots of stuff to do before then.”
Yunho just nodded with understanding and bent down to peck your cheek one last time. “Text me when you land.”
“Will do. Drive safe.” When he was far you heard a snicker come from the side. Rolling your eyes you motioned the bartender over for a refill. It was Bruno tonight. Thank god. He always kept the good stuff on the side for you.
“Work is work, huh?”
“Precisely.”
The brooding man eased towards you slightly, still looking forward. “Are you working me?”
“For what reason would I do that? I have nothing to gain.”
He downed his dark liquid. “We both know that isn’t true.” and with that, he was gone into the crowd of tipsy politicians. Dim chandeliers and the gaudy presentation was suddenly becoming too much. With swift steps you made your way to the president’s table, a pleasant smile plastered on your face.
“Sir, I’m going to head out for the night; lots to do for tomorrow.”
“Of course, Y/N! Send my regards to Yunho on his surgeries. I saw that he left earlier.”
It was that obvious, huh? “I will. Thank you, Mr. President. Congratulations again on the agreement.” With a quick side hug to the misses and last goodbyes, you walked to the back entrance. Your night detail was waiting at the door, purse and coat in hand.
“Evening, ma’am.” You took your purse and got into the car.
“Hello, boys. I’m so ready to sleep.”
“Home, ma’am?”
“Not tonight, Sarge.”
“Of course.”
The ride to the Regis was short. Without much thought you were in your suite; draped in silk and nursing a vintage malt the adorable concierge had given you. And you had tried so hard to not come off as an alcoholic. How disappointing. The door clicked open but you didn’t pay it any attention as you were still enthralled by the itinerary in front of you. A hand pulled the pin out of your makeshift bun sending hair cascading over your shoulders.
“You work too hard, Y/N.”
“I am my work. It runs my life” The humming in your ear made a familiar heat rush to your chest. It flared out down your arms in little tingles.
“This here isn’t work. I think this is something you’re doing all for yourself.”
You reached behind you, bringing lips hard against your own. There was a little cut on the bottom one from a consistent bite the owner was likely not aware of. Sucking on the spot elicited the deepest moan you’d ever heard. Music on par with Nocturne op.9.
“Add selfishness to the qualities of my dynamic personality.”
You turned around in your seat and found a firm grip on your ass pulling you flush against a rattling chest. “He seems like a great guy.”
“Don’t talk about him, Seonghwa.” Stepping off the chair you pushed him towards the bed. He fell onto the plush surface without a sound of protest.
“You definitely have a type. The press would have a field day.”
Settling over the cocky speech writer that had been tugging on the edges of your mind all day was satisfying to say the least. You fit there perfectly; taking everything that was Park Seonghwa in until it made you dizzy. Though not as dizzy as he became when you abused his neck with abandon. You always adored his icy veins threatening to pop in restraint. His hands fumbled at your hip, willing you to move against him. He was too busy getting off to shameless moans of his name in his ear to feel your knee press down hard on his clothed dick.
“If anything gets out to the media, prepare to have this handed over to your uncle on a silver fucking platter.” His breath hitched and you swore the bulge in his pants only grew. You replaced the knee with your hand and used the other to rip open his now wrinkled button down. Your favorite surface. Not as broad as Yunho, but Seonghwa would say the filthiest things to get you to paint trails down his chest until he couldn’t breathe. That’s the difference between your choice of drugs. The most dangerous ones were the most addictive. So when he captured your mouth again, a fresh whimper on his lips, you had no intention of backing up the threat. Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Pure honey to taste.
this is iced coffee anon and that was waaay funnier and filthier than I imagined oh my god you outdid yourself 👏🏻
Hello Iced Coffee anon! Awwwww you’re the sweetest 😭❤️ my co and I apologize for it taking a bit longer than normal to finish ☹️ but so happy to hear you liked it! Thanks for reading and supporting 💞🤠
A/N: no one asked for this, (neither did I lol) but i was in a mood and it’s almost 5 am where I am and I just wanted to do something about MX Who Do U Love because it really is a bop. sorry if there’s typos!
PS: my AMAZING co is writing another fic based on this song and its vibe too ~ stay tuned my dudes.
“When is he supposed to be home?”
You bit your lip, glancing towards your clock and shrugging your shoulders, “Around midnight? I don’t know. He just said he’d be at a business event with his friends, you know how the company-”
Changkyun zipped up his pants, readjusting his hoodie, “I don’t need to know, Y/N.”
The tension intensified between you both until you finally succumbed to his brooding stare, “I just thought you should know where he’d be…”
He scoffed, leaning against your window pane, lighting his cigarette between those delicate fingers of his, gently letting the puffs of smoke dissipate into the cold air outside.
“Why?” was all he muttered, fixated on your figure against the headboard. Your hands clutched a pillow to your body, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the sight of Changkyun. He was supposed to just be a one time thing, someone you just fucked to get you off after having a sort of falling out with your boyfriend in the past; you just didn’t, couldn’t stay away, and that was the problem.
The soft moonlight crept across your carpet, clawing at the edge of your dresser and illuminating the haunting figure positioned against the glass, staring at you, watching you. Changkyun’s raven colored hair tousled in the wind, he pushed it back, slowly drawing in one last puff of smoke. He put out the embers against the tiles on your roof while being careful to ensure the fire was completely diminished before chucking it out of existence. Your boyfriend would be home soon, and he knew it. It was the time of the night where the sex came to an end, and you were both left with hesitant emotions. Six months of secret rendezvous in the very bed you shared with your now fiancé really made your stomach twist into an endless set of knots, tethered by confusion, lust, and hatred for yourself and the person you’ve become.
“I think we should stop this.” you whispered, realizing the pit you dug for yourself and how badly you wanted to leap out of it, make a run for the door and just start over.
Changkyun chuckled, moving to the edge of your bed. The mattress sank, causing your legs to slide out from under you, “Sounds good to me.”
You were baffled, expecting him to be a bit more opposing, not wanting you to leave or cut ties with him. “Wait, what?”
He began to slide his slender fingers across your bare thighs, your lips now parting. “You want it to be over, right?”
“I- I do. I love my fiancé.” you stammered, thoughts racing as his palm made its way to the lace strewn across your hips.
“You want me to pick up and leave, just like that?”
You nodded, “Please.”
“Beg for me to go, baby.” both of his hands were now passing over your abdomen beneath your shirt, the warmth of his touch sparking that fire he always seemed to ignite within your core.
“Don’t come back, Changkyun. You’re no good for me.”
“Why? Is it because your pretty little fiancé has a better job? Does it make up for what he lacks?” he smirked, “After all, that’s the reason why you keep on asking me to come back, isn’t it?”
Your head began to spin, pleasure devouring your thoughts, “He’s a good man, Changkyun. He deserves me, and I deserve him.”
He leaned into you, pressing your body into the headboard now, ravaging your breasts in his hands, “Good men are completely useless if they can’t satisfy their women. You don’t deserve that, Y/N.”
Your back arched when you felt his tongue glide across your neck, “Please, stop- He’ll be home any minute.”
“Then tell me why your fingers are wrapped in my hair right now? Clinging to me like you’ve got no one else to satisfy you.”
You hardly even realized the way you were tugging so intensely at his roots, filling your grasp with as much of him as you could take in. “Fuck you.”
“Say you want me.”
He bit your shoulder with just enough pressure to make you yelp, “No, I don’t want you.”
“You don’t want me to do this anymore?” he slid three fingers between your thighs, finding his way to the very heat of your center and pulsating against you slowly, “Are you a good girl, Y/N? You think you deserve this?”
“No...” you felt tears beginning to stream down your face as you were trapped between ignorance and bliss.
“Good girls don’t fuck other guys while they’re engaged, beautiful.” he sped up his pace, a soft whimper dancing across your lips. “Can he do it like me, Y/N? Does he make you happy?”
You shook your head against his shoulder, your dampened cheeks rubbing against his jacket as he finger fucked you, “I don’t know.”
“It’s a simple yes or no question, Y/N.” he whispered into your ear, nipping at you and rubbing his thumb against your clit.
“I don’t know!” you screamed, wishing you were somewhere, anywhere else other than in this bed with the guy who you’ve come to enjoy, not only for sex, but for everything. Changkyun kept you grounded, motivated; not to mention he just understood you. He knew how to fuck you, how to turn your night around through just a single dirty text. He was everything you wanted both physically and emotionally; but you weren’t sure if he was what you needed. You felt yourself spiral into the beginning of an orgasm, panting and shaking, gripping onto his shoulders as if he were the last lifeboat saving you from the sinking ship that was your engagement.
Before you knew it, he pulled out of you, standing up and licking his fingers, leaving you dazed and muddled. He tucked his hands into his pockets, moving towards your bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” you asked, fumbling out of bed breathless and dissatisfied.
“Where does it look like I’m going?” he raised an eyebrow, placing the hood of his jacket over his head.
“It… it looks like you’re leaving.” you bat your eyes, watching his minimal movements as he swayed back and forth before you.
He nodded, “You said it yourself. You want me to leave, that I’m no good for you, right? I agree.” he spun around completely, facing you and reaching a hand to your chin, pulling it into his face, “But, I know you think of me each time you close your eyes while that shit show of a fiancé fucks you. Every time you walk into this room, you’re gonna think of me, and the way I was there to satisfy the deep desires residing in your mind while he was out, probably fucking other girls. I did that.” he kissed your lips hard, pushing your shoulders back immediately, “Not him.”
He left you there frozen and distraught, unable to gather your thoughts within the little time you had before your fiancé made his way home. In a matter of seconds, you heard Changkyun’s car start up outside, peeling out of your driveway, disappearing into the night.
Anon Request: “inspired by the treasure cafe lol. can you write barista! hongjoong getting it on with s/o in the kitchen with overstimulation and cumplay but if you're not comfortable with it it's fine. thank you!”
A/N: ANON. I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. But my co and I totally knocked this out of the park and I hope you love this because this was actually really fun to write! Please enjoy, and again im so sorry it took so long but we wanted to make it the best that it could be! Hope it’s alright!!! 😪💛
Characters: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) & Y/N; (special appearance of another member el oh el)
💥Warning: SMUT, angst, temp play, overstimulation, & a bit of sass💥
“So, I’ve got an iced americano with two shots of espresso. That’ll be $4.50, sir.” You reached across the bar as the business man before you gently placed the crumpled dollar bills into your palm, winking at you before sliding another piece of paper along the granite countertop. You raised an eyebrow, “Sir?”
“Keep the change, Y/N!” he sauntered to a table in the corner of the shop to the far left, waiting for his order and continuing to watch you work. You flipped over the ripped piece of paper only to discover his number on it. You crinkle your nose, shoving it into your pocket, knowing that work was more important at the moment. Hongjoong was leaning against the countertop behind you, rolling his eyes, hating the way this other guy was looking at you- no, gawking at you and not even being sly about it.
He reached forward to grab the paper cup from you, working on the order swiftly, measuring out the coffee and ice into equal proportions. He took the dark espresso and poured it into the cup, mixing it only half as well as he should have, finally securing a lid onto the drink and sliding it onto the pick-up section of the bar. “I’ve got an iced americano on the bar, two shots of espresso, for…” he took a few seconds before smirking, “Park Jay-gook”. The name was clearly written for ‘Park Jaegyu’, but Hongjoong didn’t care. Jaegyu took his leave after bitterly receiving his coffee from Hongjoong, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Hongjoong walked past you, brushing his fingers along your back playfully, sending a chill down your spine. It was a long day at work for the both of you, and you couldn’t wait to close down the shop with him at your side, knowing that he’d wanna take his time wrapping sandwiches with you, restocking the shelves, and asking you how your day was, although he spent every second of it with you. He never failed to keep you comfortable, always ensuring you were safe and taken care of on and off shift.
“That guy was a real ass today; but wait! He’s like that every time he walks into this cafe.”
“Joong,” you giggled, restocking the pre-made drinks and smoothies in the small fridge below the bar.
“You know, Y/N, I don’t even make him americano’s sometimes, and he still drinks that shit. Fucking creep. He’s just in here to see you.”
You stood up slowly, shaking your head, “He’s just-”
“A creep. He’s just a creep.” Hongjoong stood near the french press, scratching his head while looking down at his phone, the cleaning rag in his other hand sopping wet.
“What’s wrong?” you paused, staring at the rag, “Joong- Hey, there’s water dripping all over the floor, by the way.” You walked across the cafe, closing up the window shades and locking the front door.
When you turned to face him, he was leaning his head on the wall. “Shit.”
“Joong- the water.”
“Oh!” He quickly grabbed the mop next to him and circulated the water along the floor.
“What? Did that girl- Wait. What was her name again?”
“Ki-”
“Ah, I don’t care. That girl. What, did she dump you or something?”
He looked at you with an uneven smile, “No, she didn’t dump me, thank you very much. I told her I didn’t wanna be with her anymore because…” his words stopped as he held the mop at his side, rocking back and forth, “Ah, It’s complicated.”
“Complicated? What do you mean? I know you didn’t really like her anyway, right?”
Hongjoong just smiled at the ground, walking to the kitchen in the back and leaving you there to ponder among your own questions. “Joong!” You made your way to him, “Did I say something?”
His hands were to his face now, massaging the bridge of his nose, “I couldn’t be with her because I told her about you.”
You felt yourself get hot, “What?”
In that instance, Hongjoong had his hands traveling down to the small of your back, pulling you into him and kissing you softly.
You stared into his eyes, clouded with lust, “Hongjoong, I…” your voice trailed off, your fingers brushing his cheek and cupping his chin, “Let’s just keep kissing, I guess?” your sheepish smile won him over.
“You guess?” his hot breath began fanning across your neck, working its way to your throat through the soft pecks he left.
“I mean, we’re already here, we might as well keep going, right?”
He raised an eyebrow, a sinister grin spreading across his face, “It’s completely up to you, Y/N.” His hands began sneaking up your back, unhooking your bra with ease, pulling it out from under your shirt. He locked eyes with you again, searching for your approval. You gathered his fiery locks in your hands, tugging at the roots of his hair, simply nodding while leaning into a passionate kiss.
“Wait, shit-” you stepped away, leaving him breathless and heaving. You peeked your head out of the kitchen, surveying the empty room, ensuring you locked up correctly and pulled down all of the window shades. Hongjoong showed up behind you, placing a hand down your pants, catching you off guard. You let out a tiny yelp and fell forward onto the barista counter, your hands fumbling against the container of ground coffee beans. You turned your head, seeing Hongjoong step closer, pushing you up against the counter even further, sweeping his hand across the granite, sending canisters of whipped cream and empty milk cartons to the floor. You wasted no time in unbuttoning your jeans and clawing at your thong, sending them to the floor hastily before he whirled you around, picking you up and placing your bare backside onto the counter. As he loosened his belt, letting his own pants meet his feet, you looked at him with wandering eyes, “Joong,” his fingers began to tug at the hem of your shirt, prompting you to lift your arms, sending the polo over your head. You eyed out the milk cartons on the floor, slowly dripping its remaining contents onto the tile below, “You literally just mopped the fucking floor.” His lips trailed along your belly button, planting kisses towards your pelvic area, “I mean- Oh my god. I’ll- I’ll clean it up later, it’s fine-”.
He licked his fingers, placing them in you and moving slowly, pressing against the walls of your core. You tilted your head back, unable to think straight. He smirked, reaching across the bar to open up the ice chest at the right of the espresso machine.
“Oh, hell no-”
A slippery ice cube swirled in the palm of his hand, slightly pooling at his warm touch. He slid the ice into his fingertips and ran it across your chest. Your breath hitched, your jaw locked, and you felt numb when he placed it on your breasts.
“You like that?” he whispered against your skin. The combination of the freezing ice and his nimble fingers made you dizzy.
You nodded, reaching your hand aimlessly behind you and snapping your head around when you heard the familiar whirring of the coffee grinder. You let out a little giggle, and so did Hongjoong as you turned the machine off quickly, refocusing at the fact that you couldn’t hold in your moans anymore, They fell out of your mouth like you were handing out free mochas on international coffee day.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”
His voice was low, only making him seem even more irresistible in this moment. He felt you tighten around his fingers, pushing them in further, dropping the ice cube from his other hand and using it to play with your clit, sending you into a shaking frenzy against the counter. “Hongjoong, I-”
He didn’t let you ride out your orgasm for long, pulling you back down to the floor and holding one of your legs against his side, plunging himself into you with his thick, veiny cock.
“I would not have expected it to be that big,” you chuckled, rocking back and forth in his arms as he fucked you senseless.
“Why… not?” his hips thrust faster and harder, his grip around your thigh tightening as he grit his teeth.
“Joong, you have the smallest hands, it’s so adorable, I wouldn’t have thought your dick would be-” you felt a hand wrap around your neck gently, Hongjoong’s body easing into you even more. He stuck two fingers into your mouth, “that big-”
“What?” his cock twitched inside of you, and you could feel the way his hips grinded against your clit, his tip hitting your g-spot with a burning intensity. “Are they too small now? You’re not acting like they’re small now, Y/N. Go ahead and say something.”
He gagged you with his fucking fingers, breath barely able to escape, but you relished in the way it made you feel. Another orgasm was heading your way, but that didn’t stop Hongjoong from placing more pressure onto your neck, tears of pleasure now streaming down your face while he plowed into your pussy. With a shaky voice, you let out a loud moan. His tongue licked his lips and he sucked in a large breathe between his teeth
“Hongjoong- wait, fuck…” You let out a muffled scream through Hongjoong’s fingers, mustering what little strength you had to push away from him and bend down with your knees on the floor, taking his length in your hand and placing it into your mouth, jerking him off quickly. He wrapped his hands in your hair, mouth fucking you and pushing your nose into his belly. You gagged slightly as he entered your throat. The warm cum filled your mouth, trickling down your lips and onto your neck.
He looked down at you and smiled, “I didn’t expect that shit-”
You took his cock back in your mouth, sucking him off even further, the onset of overstimulation blooming in his face. A hard ‘fuck’ escaped his lips, his legs were left shaking. You swallowed every last drop of him, not wanting to waste. As you stood, you pulled your jeans and thong up from the floor. Hongjoong did the same, handing you your shirt and placing his belt back into the loops along his pants, smiling to the floor. When his eyes finally met yours again, he lifted a finger and dragged it along your lips, removing whatever cum was left. You caught his hand and sucked on his finger, winking at him as it popped out of your mouth.
“So… I’m guessing that girl couldn’t do that, huh?”
Hongjoong pulled you into a kiss, “Y/N; no other girl could do it the way you do. I’m sure of it.”
He walked you home that night after helping you rearrange the cafe you both so willingly ruined for a good time. When morning came around, you had the pleasure of working with Hongjoong again. He kissed you before unlocking the doors for the start of the day, “Ready?”
You nodded, “Only if you are, Joongie.”
At about 11:00, the owner’s son, Choi Jongho, strolled into the cafe, his dark glasses being lifted slowly as he stared at you.
“Good morning, Jongho! What can I help you with, little brother??” you displayed a soft smile, and Jongho just shook his head.
“Morning, Y/N. Good shift last night, huh?”
You raised an eyebrow, “I- Yeah, actually,” you grinned again, remembering what happened vividly, “Maybe it was fun?”
Hongjoong saluted Jongho while waltzing out from the kitchen with a wet rag and a few cookie containers. He restocked the shelves in an orderly fashion and cleaned the barista area, leaving it free of any loose coffee grounds and whipped cream spots.
Jongho let out a sigh, “Just get me a large iced mocha, two shots of espresso, chocolate walls, and a pump of peppermint.”
You wrote furiously on the cup, handing it over to Hongjoong, “Got it! Give us five minutes. Free of charge.” you winked unable to hold back your confused look as Jongho closed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Jongho shook his head, “Please don’t wink at me, Y/N. Its given me nightmares.” He stopped halfway to a table and turned, “And please, don’t use the ground coffee beans on the left side of the bar.”
After about five minutes of you whispering to Joong on how weird Jongho was being, it finally clicked in your head. Oh shit.
“You know…” he slid a USB towards Hongjoong across the bar, placing his glasses back on and gripping his coffee, “You guys are so lucky I scrubbed the security footage before my mom ever got to it.” Hongjoong dropped the carton of milk he was holding, and you placed your hands across your mouth. Jongho laughed, “To be honest, I know Hongjoong was nasty, but you, Y/N,” he shook his head, “Filthy animals; the both of you.” He made his way out of the cafe, and you burst into laughter. Looking at Hongjoong’s face as he ran his hands through his hair, his cheeks flushed red with anguish.
You shrug your shoulders, realizing that what’s done is done, “Well…” you gave him a peck on his cheek, “Guess you’re just gonna have to come home with me from now on.”
OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT. I feel like someone or some atiny have already thought of this~ but I mean just to put it out there. WHAT IF- In illusion, the concept is them on a pirate ship, flying to that island where they land… and the concept is obviously mirroring peter pan. BUT. THAT MEANS. ATEEZ ARE THE LOST BOYS. SO. Are they stuck in that reality of never growing up? If so, in the ending of the MV, it says to, “Open your eyes”.
Basically…. A line says, do you want to follow me? SIGNIFYING THAT ATINY IS WENDY???? RIGHT? Are we the ones to save them? Because ultimately Wendy helps to save all of the lost boys lives in the story. (someone correct me if i’m wrong but im just typing what comes to mind)
Okay and this is a reach I know guys, but bear with me… so… with the lost boys, theres six of them. Including Peter, there’s 7. WITH WENDY. THERE’S 8. EIGHT MAKES ONE TEAM????
So, in the end of illusion now, before i got to wave… They say open your eyes, and the boys are running out of somewhere. I feel like this means that wave is basically the part of the story where Wendy tries to tell peter and the boys to go back with her, knowing that even though peter doesnt want to grow up, he needs to lead a normal life, although peter is afraid of growing up. I see this as a perfect representation to the fact that Ateez is still so young, but they are so vital to the kpop community already. In aspects of their career so far as a rookie group, they are so rooted with their concepts (AS WE CAN SEE WITH THIS ONE), and now they face reality in wave. When they say cheers, it’s almost like saying, YO WE MADE IT, LIKe. WE REALLY OUT HERE.
Now it also says, “time is mutable”, meaning that time is ‘liable to change’. So time is every changing, always fluctuating and such. (DEEP SHIZZLES)- which to me, this relates to the waves and to the ocean. The ocean is so vast, and it’s ever changing, never staying constant and always surprising those who frequent it. AND IF LION KING TAUGHT US ANYTHING BROS- Hakuna matata literally means no worries (for the rest of your dayyyyssssss). In life, we face hard ships; in the ocean, you face waves. And sometimes, we just have to go over it. I think this signifies the part in Ateez’s journey that although they have hardships, and what ever comes their way- they have us. They have atiny. They have their music. Which is all what they need!
So to summarize it so far my dudes… Basically Ateez was in a dream state. We had to wake them up. Which is what we did by loving them, and following them throughout their journey. The treasure they’ve been seeking to find all along was acceptance and LOVE by atiny which, I KNOW WE DONT SHY AWAY FROM. And by all of this, their troupe as “Lost Boys” is no longer because ATINY found them. And, no matter what comes their way, such as waves do in the ocean, Atiny, so long as we support them, as they always will support us and work hard for US, we are unstoppable, so HAKUNA MATATA and DONT WORRY.
END RANT. Thanks for coming to my ted talk yall. Sound off in the feed to show off your theories cuz honestly @sailor-baek and I will be scratching our heads all night for this! EIGHT MAKES ONE TEAM.
International Atiny help a sister out and support this campaign to bring the boys to Hawaiʻi like MMT really tryna test me I will make this concert possible even if it means we are having it in my back yard askdkjga all of you guys are invited you can sleep over and eat my cereal
Being Hawaii girls, Momo and I honestly cannot express how BADLY our state needs this bros. Like- Hawaii/Poly peeps in general NEVER gets concerts for Kpop stars other than Big Bang and a few who come to kfest, (which hey, a sis aint complaining) BUT SERIOUSLY IN THE WISE WORDS OF OUR BOYS “잊지 마 We can do Everything” ATINY. LETS DO IT.
Requested: @smol-joong here’s a little something for you ✨ thank you for stopping by and requesting this little soft hours for joong! We hope you enjoy💟
Hongjoong & Chocolate just go together so well ❤️
Sunlight crept into your cozy studio apartment, just beginning to touch the far corners of your couch where you and Hongjoong were, lounging and indulging on all of the snacks he’d brought back from Japan after KCON. You adored the way he’d pass you each matcha kit kat unwrapped and ready for devouring. He always made sure you were given the first pick of everything, never failing to sneak you the best candies and putting in his recommendations on how to eat them or what they should taste like.
An amber colored candy caught little rays of sun as Hongjoong twirled it about in his fingers, showing you each angle and explaining what was inside. “This- this is actually really good. You know I’m not much of a candy guy, right, Anett?” he tilted his head, nudging your foot, “Anett? Baby, are you sleeping?”
You had your head cradled in your hand, your smile beaming as you opened an eye, “Don’t look at me like that, Joong.” you said bashfully.
“Look at you like what?” He laughed, scrunching his nose and crossing his eyes.
“You know what I mean.” You covered your face with your palms, spreading only a few fingers apart for a split second before closing them again. You felt the couch cushions begin to falter and sink as Hongjoong made his way up to your face to kiss your forehead.
“You’re the cutest when you’re shy.” He pulled away and sat back again, grabbing your legs and placing them onto his lap, tilting his head back. “Hey, Anett, what do you want for dinner-”
There were times when you knew you would have your way, times when the boy let you push him around; pull at his cheeks and tickle his side without consequence. The glint in his eyes after he recovered from the face full of pillow you threw told you this was not one of those times.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
“Don’t you know I’m the best pillow fighter out here, Joong?” You couldn’t put any strength behind those words. Slowly standing from the couch, you backed towards the kitchen.
“Au contraire, Anett. I’ve leveled up from all chocolate wafers I stuffed in my mouth earlier when you weren’t looking.”
“Is that so?” He was stalking after you now; the wild tug on his lips making your heart race. “But you don’t have a pillow…”
He was so close now, creeping around the side of the counter. “It’ll be harder to catch you if I did.”
“Hongjoong!”
His hands were warm on your sides, and when he began the tickle escapade, you fought to take in air. Then there was his tinkling laugh, you could listen to it for hours. The kind of laugh that told you to make him happy.
“You make me happy.” The words came out before you even realized he had stilled. His kiss tasted like fizzy cola gummies. You made up your mind that every kiss should.
“I’ll make you happy and you’ll be my everything. Should we call a draw?”
He leaned into your touch as it combed through his fiery locks; smile going wide when you agreed.
A/N: Literally NO ONE asked for this, but I mean, @sailor-baek and I were so inspired by this mood board, that we for sure had to take the idea and run with it. All props go to @sanbotaged for the beautiful, angsty, masterpiece. It deserves to have a story behind it, and we hope we did it justice. (check out the moodboard here at this link to the page!)
He clenched his bloodied fists around the baseball bat, each swing more vicious than the last. “I know you’ve been working for their family for a while, Mr. Kim. Now, where can I find that magical key card all the subordinates have?”
The man cowered beneath Yunho’s legs, attempting to dodge hits, begging him for mercy, pleading for his life after handing the key card over. Yunho just smirked, slipping the black piece of plastic into his coat pocket.
“A rat is but a pest to be exterminated, don't you think, Mr. Kim?” One more hit and he dropped the bat, its heavy wood reverbing against the wet pavement. The rain made for perfect cover in the dark alley as Yunho bent to his knees, bringing the man’s chin up to meet his eyes, “You’re not gonna die yet, Mr. Kim. But, before I let your miserable ass walk away from me, I need to know one thing.” He squeezed the man’s jaw, causing him to whimper in pain, “How much do you value your life?”
3 hours later…
“Good morning, Princess.”
Your eyes fluttered open, revealing your dimly lit bedroom, cluttered and destroyed. You began to panic, whipping your head around quickly to see eight hooded assailants ravaging through your drawers and closets. You tried to speak, realizing soon after that your mouth had been duct taped, and your hands and feet bound to the chair. Your head ached, and the pungent smell of blood began to fill your nose. The man before you took his hand and brushed back the sweat plastered hair from your face, his eyes crinkling beneath his mask.
“I’m sorry that things have to end up this way, but,” he looked back to his group, “you see, we’re just here to take all of your father’s money and the logbook we know you have somewhere in this room.” He turned back to you, once again brushing your hair, “Isn’t that right, princess? He hid it in here?”
Tears began to fall from your face and your cheeks burned from the sheer helplessness you had succumbed to in front of these men. To your surprise, he took off his mask, revealing black hair and mysterious brown eyes that looked to have seen many dark things; things you could never fathom. “What? Never seen a criminal before?” You gulped as you studied his intense features and the way his adam’s apple quivered as he laughed.
“Yunho, you ready?” One of the other guys to the left of him called out while he too began to strip away his mask. The platinum blonde hair he sported falling perfectly against his face.
Yunho peered into your eyes, and you didn’t dare to break the contact between them. He had his hand at his waist, unhinging a buckle on his gearbelt and pulling out a steel, serrated knife. “This,” he moved swiftly, almost as if he were making the blade dance between his fingers, “You’ve lived under the roof of one your whole life. This is what we do, isn’t it?” He ran the dull end under your chin, making you squirm under its cold touch. Once the tip of the blade hit your cheek, you felt it sting and burn, searing liquid trickling down your cheek. You saw him bring up his other hand and you winced, but you felt a sharp tug at the duct tape on your mouth, and before you knew it, all that was left was a tingling sensation across your lips. He was leaning into you now, cutting the zip ties behind your back as well as those on your ankles. He began to walk away, stopping before getting too far, “Get me that book, princess. We’re going out for a bit.”
As if instinct began to kick in, you grabbed a coat hanging on your door and kneeled before a large bookshelf. You pulled out a few books, your hands shaking off adrenaline and the still apparent sting on your cheek. A keypad exposed itself against the dark wood, leading you to punch a code you had promised never to use. A red leather book sat untouched on the fluffed black velvet of the safe. You grabbed it, immediately standing and turning to Yunho, who was already waiting with an extended palm.
“Here, take it.” you were astonished at the strength in your voice and the dried tears long dried on your face. For some reason you weren’t feeling scared anymore; it must have been exhaustion.
Yunho’s hand brushed against yours, causing your breath to hitch at his steely touch and the way he laced his fingers within your own, holding you there; weight ready to fall forward at the slightest tug should he pull. “Thank you.” was all he whispered, and you felt your knees buckle. Another figure scuffed the ground impatiently, motioning for Yunho to hurry. Taking your hand in his, he strolled out of your bedroom lazily. He walked side by side with you, every now and then glancing over to look at your stunned expression. What was going on?
The distant wailing of police cars were a promising music to your ears. You should have never assumed that Yunho and the rest of the group would be caught so easily. Criminals. You knew criminals. The masked bad guys with vendettas on the television; the ones who always met their demise in the end. That didn’t fit, though; these guys were much more real. He gripped your hand even tighter, “If you run, we’ll only catch you. Should you try,” he took the blade out again, flashing it before you, “I may not be so nice.” You nodded in understanding as Yunho flipped the blade around, pointing its handle towards you and poking it against your chest, “Since you’re here, might as well make yourself useful. Take this in case anyone tries anything.”
The blade felt peculiar in your hand, its weight almost too light for your liking. You clutched it anyways and continued to keep up with Yunho, his grip still in you, guiding you and the rest of the troupe down to their cars. Yunho placed you in the back between him and another tall member who had dark brown hair and a stern look on his face. You turned to Yunho who began to pick and prod at the lock on the logbook in his hands.
“Where are we going?”
His tongue licked his lips in concentration, “Where do you think we’re going?”
“I- I don’t-”
The platinum blonde boy behind the steering wheel cut you off, “Daddy never told you about the piss job he’s been doing as a businessman, huh?”
Yunho scoffed, “He would never tell his princess about money he’d been embezzling, now, would he?”
Your eyes shook, “What do you mean?”
“He’s a fraud, Y/N.” The deep voice from the boy to your right made you jump. “And now, we’re going to take back the money for someone who knows a bit too much about your father’s operations.”
“How do you know my name?”
The boy shrugged, “We know everything we need to.”
Yunho flipped through the pages of the logbook eagerly, searching for bank codes, insurance statements, and anything he could get his hands on. “Yeah, this is it. It’s in here, the routing numbers for all of the accounts; we just have to drain them. Can someone radio San?”
The boy in the front seat sported silver hair and was much shorter than his colleagues, but his muscular, veiny hands told you that what he lacked in height, he most likely made up for in strength. He reached on the dashboard for the walkie-talkie and pressed down, “San, you got the computer with you?”
The machine hummed to life with static on the other end of the line and another accomplice starting to speak, “Got it, just give me the routing numbers and we’ll be done, Wooyoung.”
Yunho handed the book over to Wooyoung who began to list off the information, “Account number one, JPM, routing number 328908589.”
“Alright, next.”
One after another, the boys exchanged routing numbers, bank names, and account information, slowly depleting whatever money your father may have had left into some other offshore account of an unknown person. Yunho saw the look on your face and rubbed your thigh, “Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll be alright.”
“Do you even know who hired you?” You asked, trying to evade the fact that his hand was still on your thigh.
“How do you know that we were hired?” Wooyoung whirled his torso around to eye you out, intense stare burning holes into your skin.
“I assumed you were,” you pointed to the person on the left of you, “He said it’s going to someone else, right? Well… what’s in it for you all?”
The men shared glances with each other before the driver answered, “Some would say justice, others would say we’re doing this because we just can; but,” his smirk was stained with years of deceit. He was a pro, they all were. “Doesn’t mean we aren’t getting paid a pretty penny to do this either.”
Just then, gunshots rang out like bells in a church, each shot landing on the SUV you were in with a loud pang. The boy at the wheel ducked, breathing out a string of curses while pressing the gas pedal without regard to anyone’s safety.
The walkie-talkie static came on again, “Yo- We’ve got company. Hongjoong said to go to the river across town, have Seonghwa ditch there and trudge it upstream to next point of contact. They’ve only noticed your SUV because you have the girl in there, they didn’t take lead of ours. We’re gonna breakaway and get to the pick up, understood?”
Wooyoung gripped the walkie-talkie while bending below the dash as best as he could, “Got it.”
Seonghwa broke right with a sharp turn, throwing off the police cars behind you, buying you all enough time to get at least a few minutes in front of them. You found yourself being shielded by Yunho’s body, his heavy breathing insync with your own, his hand rubbing your back. “I’ll protect you, I promise.”
You looked up at his face as he gave a quick wink before bringing out a gun from his belt, cocking it quickly and leaving it in his free hand.
Seonghwa, who you assumed was the driver’s name, began to completely punch it through the town, weaving in and out of traffic to eventually end up across a large bridge. He drove the car into a shaded area, underbrush flying up onto the windshield. Everyone got out quickly and you followed without hesitation. Yunho gave your hand a squeeze before holding the gun up and creeping out of the bushes, seeing if there were any cops on their tail. In the distance, the buzzing of a helicopter caught your attention. Everyone except for you and Yunho moved to the trunk of the car, tossing each other large waterproof backpacks, shoving in the gear they needed before heading over to the edge of the bridge and jumping off. They popped up in the river, making their way over to the rocks and sprinting out of the water, their black vests soaking wet. Yunho ran with you to the edge of the bridge shortly after, your eyes looming over the large drop that laid before you.
“Do I need to jump? I mean, it looks like a far drop, but I don’t know if-if I can make it. Why am I doing this...Then we’ll have to run; I hear the helicopter, right? It’ll be here any second and they’ll be able to see us running-” your voice was shaky and you were speaking at an insane speed, the words fumbling out of your mouth like complete nonsense.
Yunho caressed your face, bringing your attention away from the water and onto him, “Oh, Princess. This is where we part ways.”
“What? Wait, why?”
He laughed, “Does this daughter of a criminal want to become one as well?”
You felt your face sink into his hand, soaking up his touch as long as you could, “That’s not what I mean. It’s just- I’ve come so far, I might as well-”
“Finish the job with me? Yeah, that can’t happen. As beautiful as you are, Y/N, your father will need you. But, judging by the look on your face, you won’t say anything about what happened, right?” Before you could respond he pulled your chin towards him, his soft lips demanding to taste you. He kissed you with unabashed passion, weaving his hand into your hair before sending you backwards, but you caught his arm and jabbed the knife right into his side, his gasp audible as you recoiled the blade out from him and let it clatter to the ground.
“What the hell, princess?”
You quickly picked up the knife from the ground, shakily ready to strike again. “You told me to use it if anyone were to try anything; you just did.”
He tilted his head back, “You should have aimed higher.” he fell backwards into the river, scarlet spilling from his side.
You were breathless as you peered over the bridge, seeing him swim to the edge and hop out. He turned to you and winked, disappearing into the thick banks in a sprint.
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“You didn’t see a goddamn thing?! Not even their hair, their eyes- nothing?” Your father slammed the dining room table as you shook your head.
“They blindfolded me for the most part. There was literally nothing I could do. I got the knife with his blood, shouldn’t that suffice?”
His face was red with fury, “No! You gave them the code to the safe! What were you thinking?”
Crocodile tears began to slide down your face, “They tried to kill me, Father. I-”
“That’s enough. Can’t you see your daughter is already in enough pain? Let the police do their job, Harold. They’ll find them.” Your mother came to your side, holding you through your choked sobs. All you were focused on was Yunho and the mark he’d left on your lips, the one you’d left on his side.
“We’re ruined, Maria, you don’t understand.” Your father stormed out of the dining room, the older woman followed close behind. Screams echoed through the foyer.
Alone you made your way up to your room, pulling a key out from your dresser and opening a little jewelry box at your bedside. A tiny cell greeted you with a restricted number flashing across the screen. You picked it up, casually answering it without saying a word.
A husky voice came on the other end of the line. One that you knew all to well after the events that transpired today. “It’s done.”
You grinned, “I knew you wouldn’t fail me, Yunho.”
Silence had never been more satisfying, “What the fuck-”
“Keep the money, you’ll need it. They have your blood so it won’t be long now. I suggest you and your little boy group seek safety somewhere.” you giggled, “Thank you for helping me; Oh! And for the kiss as well.” You snapped the device in half and laid back in bed, having no trouble at all falling asleep.
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The cherry pie at Lenny’s Diner always made you feel at ease. The thick red pie filling oozed onto the plate as you sunk your fork into the delectable dessert. You took a few bites, relishing in the sweetness before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You wiped your mouth, not expecting anyone. Your fork hit the floor quickly after you immediately dropped it.
“I told you to run.”
Yunho closed the little distance to your stool and leaned over to grab a piece of the pie. All your eyes could do was follow his movement; he kept your focus trained on his fingers now nestled in his mouth, full of sugary sweetness.
He looked at you with fiery eyes. The still sticky finger dropped to your lip, grazing over it softly. Would this be the proper time to scream? You knew no sound would come out.
“Without saying a thank you? I’m a proper gentleman, princess. I would never leave you like that.”
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