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Hi! welcome to my summer fun event! because I hit 50 followers on tumblr, i wanted to do something to celebrate!
Rules:
- This is a summer FUN event! that means i'm looking for sweet/fluff/lighthearted requests!
- I will NOT write about the following:
No Smut, kinks, stuff like that. I'm happy to write something suggestive, but a makeout with some heavy petting is my max right now!
I will not write about any heavy mental health topics, again, this is a lighthearted event
- If you choose more than 1 bias (2 max), please specify if you want this to be a love triangle or if all parties are involved! (I am a big supporter of boys kissing boys)
- You can always add more for familial relationships :)
- I will write for all kinds of readers! Male, female, no gender specified :)
Guidelines:
- For this event, I will choose 3 to 5 requests to write! The requests are anonymous unless you choose to share your @ with me, and will be chosen randomly
- The requests will be posted from the 30th August - 30th September and will be around 1k-2k !
- I am accepting requests until the 15th of August!
Word Count: 6,433
Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive
AU: Non idol AU, sex worker AU
Tropes: Friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers
Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!
Warnings: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! Infidelity, swearing, alcohol consumption, harassment at work, reader is a stripper, suggestive flirting, making out, Vernon's abusive ex is mentioned but nothing graphic is shown, controlling behavior, judgment of sex workers, mentions of previous suicidal ideation, reader panics when Vernon gets angry about something, Jeonghan is an emotionally abusive piece of shit that's implied to have previously assaulted reader but nothing graphic is shown or explicitly stated. If you think I missed something, please let me know!
Summary: An affair with your best friend gets you out of an unhealthy relationship.
A/N: This fic is another incredibly late submission for the Angst Olympics collab with character dynamics heavily inspired by Angel Dust, Husk, and Valentino from Hazbin Hotel. If you like this one, feel free to check out the other fics that were part of this collab!
I also wanna shout out the lovely people that listened to me yap about this fic and gave me advice during the writing process: @nothoughtsjustfic, @mylovesstuffs, @effervescentorbs, @noniesgummysmile. I love you guys!!!
Taglist: @xomakara, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @okiedokrie-main, @notyourjaem, @ikeukiss, @shadowkoo, @1-800-jewon, @myneurodivergentworld
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Fic is under the cut.
If someone had asked you when you first moved in with Jeonghan if you thought that you’d be dancing in a sketchy club, you would have laughed in their faces. But there you were, dancing on stage night after night, trying desperately to pretend that the looks you got from the club’s clientele didn’t make your skin crawl.
You hated your job, but Jeonghan loved that you did it, and you wanted to make Jeonghan happy. After all, you loved Jeonghan with every fiber of your being. Plus, you knew from experience that making him happy was how you got to stay in the cushy apartment he rented and keep wearing the fancy clothes he bought you. Sure, you didn’t exactly love that he only bought you clothes that showed off your body, but you were desperate to stay in a relationship with the man you loved and stay out of the life that you’d left behind when you moved in with him. So, you kept your mouth shut.
The one positive part of your job was your friendship with Hansol, one of the club’s bartenders. You knew he hadn’t been around long, but you didn’t know exactly how long he’d worked there. Actually, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you didn’t know a lot about him at all.
“Another great show tonight, doll,” Hansol said with his signature smile as you approached the bar and took a seat.
“Thanks, cupcake,” you replied with a wink.
“Your usual?”
“Sounds great. Thanks, ‘sol.”
“No problem, angel,” he said as he turned away to make your drink.
The bar was pretty much empty by the time your shift ended, with the few patrons left paying off their tabs with Chan, the other bartender. That meant you had pretty much all of Hansol’s attention in that moment, and you loved it.
“So, sweetheart,” you said, “got plans after work?”
“Not really,” Hansol answered with a shrug as he handed you a glass. “Just going home to catch up on some sleep. Why? You wanna make some plans, princess?”
“Maybe. Depends on whether you think you’d be able to keep up with me,” you said before taking a sip.
As you continuted to chat with Hansol and drink your cocktail, you felt yourself relax for the first time in weeks. Between your job and your relationship with Jeonghan, sometimes it felt like all that mattered about you was your appearance. But when you were talking to Hansol, he treated you like you were a person with thoughts and ideas that actually had value.
At some point, however, your phone vibrated, and you knew without looking that it was Jeonghan. So, you smiled, paid for your drink, thanked Hansol for the conversation, and got an Uber to go home.
When you got back to your apartment, Jeonghan raised an eyebrow and asked, “What were you doing out so late? It's an hour after your shift.
“I wanted a drink after work so I sat at the bar and got one.”
“You didn't think to ask first? Or at least tell me?”
“I don't need permission to get a drink, Hannie,” you answered. “Especially because I didn't even leave the club.”
“Whatever, I'm going to bed.”
“Fine. Good night.” Almost as an afterthought, you added, “I love you.”
Jeonghan didn't respond as he walked away.
A few weeks later, you stayed after work for a drink again. Sure, you knew that Jeonghan wouldn’t exactly be happy when you got home, but honestly, you didn’t care. You’d had a shitty shift, and you wanted a drink to take the edge off. It didn’t exactly hurt that Hansol was working that night, either.
Truthfully, you didn’t know why you were so drawn to Hansol. All you knew was that you loved when his attention was on you, especially when no one else was around. Sure, you’d always loved attention, which made your job significantly easier, but the way you felt when you were around Hansol was different.
You thought about it a little bit more, and you realized that it was exactly what you felt when you first started dating Jeonghan. It was the giddy excitement that you’d thought was love four years before, and the realization made your stomach churn with guilt and fear.
Before you could think about it any more, though, Hansol got your attention and asked, “What'll it be today, angel? Your usual?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, you heard a familiar voice behind you ask, “Is this what you do while you’re supposed to be at work, sweetheart? Just sit at the bar and complain about ‘boy trouble?’”
You immediately stood up from your seat, turning to greet your boyfriend. “Hi, Hannie. I just wanted to get a drink after my shift.”
“Why not come back home for a drink?”
“I’m not ready to go yet,” you answered halfheartedly.
“Why? We could have some fun when we get home,” Jeonghan said as he looked you up and down. “You know the outfit you have on tonight is one of my favorites.”
Jeonghan looked like he wanted to say something else, but before he could, Hansol cleared his throat and asked, “Are you gonna order something, or are you just gonna harass my customers?”
“I’m not harassing her. She’s my girlfriend,” Jeonghan answered, wrapping his arm around your waist as he spoke. You jumped at the contact, and he just grabbed your waist tighter.
“Doesn’t change that you’re acting like a creep right now.”
“It’s ok, Hansol,” you said, forcing a smile as you tried to keep things from escalating. Then, you turned back to Jeonghan and said, “I’ll come home with you after I get a drink, ok? Then we can have as much fun as you want, promise.”
“Alright, I’ll go wait in the car. I love you,” Jeonghan answered before he pulled you in for a kiss. Hansol cleared his throat again, and Jeonghan stepped away from the bar.
After Jeonghan walked away, you sat back down and said, “Sorry about that. He comes in sometimes to check on me while I work. I didn’t know he was coming or I would have avoided the bar.” Hansol gave you a concerned look, so you quickly added, “He just wants to make sure I’m safe, considering the types of people that come into the club.”
Hansol nodded slowly as he said, “Right.”
“What? You don’t believe that he wants what’s best for me?”
“I believe that if he does, he has an odd way of showing it.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, trying not to get too defensive.
“It’s nothing,” Hansol answered. “Listen, I know it’s none of my business, but I really think that you should try to leave him.”
You thought about what Hansol said for a minute before you replied, “Look, I know it looks bad, but he does love me.”
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t. I’m just saying that the way he treats you isn’t a healthy kind of love,” he said as he stepped away to get your drink.
You were quiet after that, getting lost in your own thoughts while you waited. When Hansol set your cocktail on the bar, you gave him a halfhearted smile and said, “Thanks.”
Unlike your usual interactions, you finished your drink and paid without a word before going home to think. Sure, you knew that what you had with Jeonghan wasn’t healthy, but you didn’t know if you could walk away. After all, you had no family in the area, and the only person you really thought of as a friend was Hansol. So really, who was there to turn to besides Jeonghan?
The next day, you walked into the club like you owned it, desperate not to let Jeonghan’s actions the night before bother you. Sure, that was easier said than done, but no one in the building knew just how bothered you really were, and that was what mattered most to you while you worked.
After your last dance of the night, you walked backstage, got changed, and walked past the bar instead of stopping for a drink. Hansol noticed you walking by and called your name before he asked, “Where are you going? You’re not gonna get something to drink today?”
“Can’t,” you answered matter-of-factly.
“Why not, princess?” Hansol teased. “I thought you enjoyed our little ritual.”
Something in your chest stirred when Hansol called you “princess.” You didn’t quite knew what it was, but you knew that it was too much to handle in that moment, so you barked, “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Hey, I wasn’t trying to upset you.”
“Well I wasn’t trying to get held up when I just wanna go home, Hansol.”
“Alright what the fuck has gotten into you?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“Well it’s also none of your goddamn business!” you practically yelled as you stormed out of the bar.
Once you were finally out of the club, you started to cool off, and that was when you plopped yourself onto the sidewalk and started to cry. You honestly had no clue where the tears came from, considering the fact that you’d always been good at keeping the storm in your head that seemed to never end hidden from the rest of the world. Still, your frustration with yourself for crying in public didn’t change the situation, so you desperately tried to focus on anything else long enough to calm down.
You had no idea how much time had passed before you heard a familiar voice ask, “What’s going on, angel? This isn’t like you.”
“I’m just so tired,” you answered through the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.
“Hey, it’s ok,” Hansol said softly, sitting down next to you and pulling you into a hug.
Through your tears, you told Hansol about everything that you’d tried to pretend didn’t matter to you. The late night fights that started because you’d had the “audacity” to tell him no, the accusations of not really loving him every time you told him that he’d hurt you, and every other moment you never wanted to relive poured out of you like wine out of a bottle. By the time you were done, you felt like you were going to throw up as you really thought about everything that Jeonghan had put you through.
Hansol was silent as he fully processed what you were sure that he’d already figured out. You were terrified of him judging you for falling in love with someone like Jeonghan, just like your friends and family back home had done. Instead, though, when he finally did speak, he just said, “Let me help you.”
“Help with what?"
“Leaving him.”
“What?”
“You need to leave him. None of this is right, and I can’t stand seeing you hurt.”
“I can’t. As bad as he is, you don’t know what I left behind when I moved here with him.”
“I know that you don't have to go back to it, though. Not while I'm here.”
“Why are you so invested in my relationship, ‘sol?”
Hansol was quiet for a minute, like he was struggling to figure out how to answer your question. When he was finally ready to speak, he asked, “How long do you think I've been working here, angel?” You didn't answer him, so he continued, “Six months. Do you know how I got this job?” You shook your head, and he said, “Seungkwan owed me a favor, and I needed to get out of my hometown quickly. Do you know why?”
Again, you shook your head, once again realizing how little you knew about him compared to what he knew about you, and you asked, “Why?”
“I was with a woman that treated me the exact same way Jeonghan treats you,” he answered, sounding like he was fighting tears of his own. “Took everything I had to walk away without any help. It would kill me to not at least try to be the person that I needed when I left her.” You were quiet for a minute, and he added, “Even if it’s just spending time together outside of work so that you’re not alone with him all the time. Please.”
And just like that, you started to cry again. Whether you were crying for yourself or for Hansol, or both for that matter, you had no idea. All you knew was that you were desperate to not feel so lonely. So, once you felt like you could breathe again, you whispered, “Please help me.”
Hansol gently wiped your tears before cupping your face in his hand as he said, “I will. It’s going to be ok, I promise.”
Something about how gentle Hansol was with you gave you a sense of calmness that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you knew as he held you that you could trust him.
A few days after Hansol offered to help you leave, you called him and asked, “Are you busy tonight?”
“No, why?”
“Jeonghan is out with his friends, and I just need an escape from it all. Do you wanna go out and do something?”
“Define ‘something,’ princess.”
You thought about it for a minute before you said, “Well, maybe we could go to the cafe by the club?”
“That sounds great, angel. I’ll be there in 15?”
“That works. I’ll get ready. See you soon, honey.”
With that, you hung up, got dressed in one of the less revealing outfits you’d managed to convince Jeonghan to let you buy, and left for the cafe. When you got there, Hansol was already sitting at one of the tables with two chocolate chip muffins sitting in front of him.
“I wasn’t sure how you like your coffee, so I didn’t order you a drink, but I got us muffins.”
“Thanks, ‘sol. I’m gonna go get a drink, and I’ll be back.”
With that, you left the table to order your coffee. While you waited for it, you thought about what you wanted to talk to Hansol about. Sure, you wanted to start planning to leave Jeonghan, but at the same time, you didn’t want that your failed relationship to be the only topic of conversation. After all, you wanted a genuine friendship with Hansol.
Your name was called, snapping you out of your thoughts, so you grabbed your drink, paid for it, and went back to your table. When you sat down, you asked, “So, now what?”
“What do you mean?”
“Should we start planning? To deal with Jeonghan, I mean.”
“Ok first of all, calling it ‘dealing with Jeonghan’ makes it sound like you’re planning to kill him,” Hansol answered with a laugh. “Second, why don’t we just talk tonight? There’s plenty of time to plan, and you look like you need a break.”
With a sigh, you said, “I really do.”
“Well then, enough about Jeonghan for tonight. Tell me about you.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“Anything that you’re comfortable telling me, doll.”
After a moment of thought, you answered, “I worked at the public library in my hometown before I moved here with Jeonghan.”
Hansol’s eyes widened as he said, “Wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“A lot of people don’t. I stopped telling people because of it. I got tired of the judgment and pity.”
“Pity?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Most people see going from ‘librarian’ to ‘stripper’ as a downgrade and look at me like they’re trying to figure out what life choices led me to this point. A couple of people have actually asked me what I’m doing in ‘in a place like that’ considering I’m ‘such a nice girl.’”
“I’m guessing the answer to that question is Jeonghan?” Hansol asked hesitantly.
“Yeah.” You were silent for a minute before you added, “When we first met, he told me that he loved seeing me do my job, but after we moved, he said that I should be doing something that actually fits ‘someone like me.’”
“I really hate that guy, you know.”
“I know. What I don’t know is why I still love him.”
“The heart works in mysterious ways.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You were quiet for a second before you added, “Now tell me about you. I don’t wanna get all sad again.”
"I’m not sure if asking me about my life is a good way to avoid talking about something sad, sweetheart,” Vernon answered with a laugh. After another minute of thought, though, he said, “I know it isn't the most glamorous life, but to tell you the truth, I really love being a bartender. I don't think I would go back to the job I had before, even if I actually had a chance.”
“What did you do before?”
“Some boring office job. I don't even remember what the official job title was. It was basically spreadsheets all day every day for like, shockingly good pay.
“Would you go back for the money?” you asked.
“Hell no. I don't make as much as I used to, but it is enough to pay the bills. Besides, going to work doesn't make me wanna run into oncoming traffic anymore, which is worth everything.”
As you thought about what Hansol said, you silently hoped that you'd be able to stop working at the club one day. After all, you wanted to find the same joy in what you did that he had. You'd had it when you worked at the library, but now, it was hard to push through the way you felt when you danced.
Not wanting to think about that anymore, you just said, “I'm really happy for you, "‘sol.”
With that, Hansol reached across the table, taking your hand in his as he said, “We're gonna get you there too, angel. I promise.”
Not knowing what else to say, you mumbled, “I really like it when you call me angel.”
“Well, I really like you,” Hansol answered without missing a beat.
That was when you smiled for the first time in what felt like hours and asked, “You do?”
“Yeah, I do.”
You were quiet for a minute after that, deciding what to say next. When you saw the anxiety written all over Hansol’s face, though, you squeezed his hand and said, “I like you too.”
“Does that mean we're actually-”
“Yes,” you answered.
With that, the two of you got up to throw away your trash and left, walking out of the cafe with your hands intertwined and a new source of hope for the future.
Jeonghan was out with his friends again when you texted Hansol and asked him if you could come over. He said yes in a heartbeat, texting you his address. So, you got ready and left, turning your phone’s location off so your boyfriend wouldn’t figure out where you were.
When you got to Hansol’s apartment, he had soft-looking blankets laid out on the couch, a movie ready to play on the TV, and a variety of snacks set out on the coffee table. You almost teared up as you hugged him and said, “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked before he kissed your forehead.
“Doing all of this for me.”
“You know I do it because I care about you, right?”
“I know, but it still means a lot to me.”
“Well, you mean a lot to me.”
The two of you were silent after that, just enjoying each other’s presence before you let go of Hansol, took his hand, and pulled him over to the couch to ask, “What movie did you choose?”
“Just some rom-com. Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded, and he pressed play.
After Hansol pressed play, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned closer to him as you really relaxed for the first time all day. The two of you didn’t stay focused on the movie for very long, though. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, and you had climbed into his lap.
A soft sigh slipped out of your mouth as you relaxed on top of him, and Hansol brought his hands down to your hips. His mouth on yours felt like heaven, and as you lost yourself in the feeling, a small part of you wondered if a future with him was really possible.
Hansol gripped your hips tighter, groaning softly as you kissed him and snapping you out of your thoughts. After he pulled away for air, he said, “You feel so good on top of me.”
That was when you noticed his erection pressing against you, and your heart dropped. You'd been pushing yourself way harder at work lately, and you were way too tired to go any further than kissing. As you got lost in thought, you silently hoped that Hansol really was nothing like Jeonghan.
“Hey, what's going on, princess?” Hansol asked, gently cupping your face with his band. “You look a little lost in thought.”
“Sorry, just tired. Would it be ok to just cuddle?”
“Of course, angel,” Hansol answered, helping you off of his lap and pulling you close. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” you answered, trying not to show that you were caught off guard.
“You know I’m not upset with you, right?” he asked hesitantly.
“You’re not?”
“Darling, why the fuck would I be upset with you for saying no?” he asked, both confused and concerned. The look on your face must have given something away, because his expression immediately shifted from confusion to horror as he said, “That piece of shit.”
You practically jumped away from Hansol when you realized he was angry, immediately trying to apologize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“Hey, it’s ok. I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” he answered, softening his voice and taking your hands in his. “I promise you I’m not angry with you. You can always, always, say no to me. Ok?”
You nodded as you tried to steady your breathing, immediately pulling Hansol closer to you while you processed the fact that he actually respected you. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you could have a real relationship with him if you actually left Jeonghan, but you quickly shooed the thought away. After all, you needed to find the strength to actually walk away first.
For the rest of the night, you and Hansol didn’t speak much. Instead, both of you got lost in your thoughts as you watched another movie. You had no idea what Hansol was thinking about, but you knew that you were thinking about what else you needed to do to prepare to leave Jeonghan for good.
It was late when your phone vibrated, and you knew without looking that it was a text from Jeonghan asking you to pick him up because he got too drunk. So, you looked up at Hansol and said, “I think I need to go now.”
“That’s ok. Next time you’re here, though, I have some things to show you.”
“What are they?”
“Just some things I found that might help when you’re ready.”
“Ready?”
“To leave Jeonghan.”
“Oh, right. Thank you.”
“No problem, doll.”
With that, you checked your phone to get the address, gave Hansol another quick peck on the cheek, and left to find your drunk disaster of a boyfriend. As you drove, you thought about ways to prepare to finally walk away from the man you’d thrown away years of your life for.
You spent as much time as you possibly could with Hansol after that night. He made you feel seen in a way you didn't know was possible, he treated you like a queen every time you were together, and you actually felt like a person with him instead of an object. It was exactly what you’d missed about being in love since you’d been with Jeonghan.
Eventually, though, Jeonghan started to get suspicious of how much time you spent out of the house. On a day that you had plans with Hansol, he stopped you before you left and asked, “Where are you going, star?”
“Oh, just some shopping with a coworker,” you answered without missing a beat, used to lying to him by that point. “One of the other dancers at work asked me for help choosing a dress for her sister’s wedding.”
“Which dancer?” Jeonghan pressed. “And are you planning to buy anything?”
“Sojeong. And I’m not buying any clothes, but I asked her to get lunch after we’re done, and I’ll be paying for that.”
Jeonghan considered what you told him for a minute before he said, “Ok, but if you change your mind and do want to buy clothes, I expect photos before anything is paid for.”
“I understand,” you answered with a nod, trying desperately not to give yourself away by looking too happy.
With that, Jeonghan kissed your forehead and said, “I hope you have fun,” and you left.
To be fair, what you’d told Jeonghan hadn’t been a complete lie. You were in fact going to the mall with Hansol, and you did make an agreement with him that if he paid for the clothes that you were going to keep at his place, you would buy him food after. Plus, Sojeong’s sister really was getting married soon. You’d overheard her talking about it at work, and you knew that she would never tell Jeonghan that you were lying about helping her choose a dress.
And after you got lunch with Hansol, you went to a nearby gas station, withdrew money from the station’s ATM, and put it into an account that Jeonghan had no knowledge of. After all, you knew that you’d need money that he couldn’t touch.
Hansol continued helping you get just a little bit closer to leaving Jeonghan every time you snuck out with him. Whether it was making space in his closet for your clothes, helping you look for another job for when you quit working at the club, or holding while you cried over the decisions that had gotten you to this point, he was right there.
“I’m really proud of you,” Hansol told you as the two of you worked together to fold your clothes so that they would fit in the drawers he’d cleared out for you.
“That means a lot, cupcake.”
“Well, you mean a lot to me,” he said before he leaned over to kiss your cheek.
“You mean a lot to me too,” you said, your face growing warm as you tried to maintain your composure.
Before you knew it, the clothes were folded, and it was time for you to leave. So, you kissed Hansol one last time and started to drive home. While you drove, you thought about Hansol and how much had changed since he entered your life, and how badly you wanted to experience whatever else life threw your way by his side.
As your relationship with Hansol progressed, you felt more ready than you’d ever been to actually walk away. Sure, there were still a few practical steps that you had to take, like saving a little bit more money and buying some last minute supplies, but you knew that all of it would be ok as long as you had Hansol.
Just when you thought life was getting better, everything came crashing down. Your relationship with Hansol was the first thing to fall apart, because of course it was. The universe had always been cruel to you that way, reminding you that the good things in your life were never meant to last.
It happened when you were least expecting it. You’d brought Hansol to your apartment, since you thought Jeonghan was at work, and the two of you were planning to start packing your things so you could move into Hansol’s apartment with him when you were ready. When you walked into your living room, however, you found Jeonghan sitting in the middle of the couch, looking angrier than you’d ever seen him.
“What the fuck have you been doing,” he asked, every word dripping with disdain.
“I-”
“You know what, I don’t want to hear it,” Jeonghan said, standing up and stepping in front of you. “Do you want to go back home? Back to them? Is that why you’re so determined to destroy our relationship?”
Your stomach started doing backflips as you thought about what your life was like before you met Jeonghan, and the thought alone was enough for you to start to reconsider. So, you stepped slightly away from Hansol and whispered, “I can't go back.”
“Exactly.” With that, Jeonghan stepped just a tiny bit closer, making sure only you could hear him whisper, “If you don't stop this, I'll drag you back there myself.”
And that was what broke you.
As you started to cry, you turned toward Hansol and said, “I think you should leave.”
You could tell Hansol didn't want to, but something about the way your entire demeanor changed told him that he shouldn't interfere in this moment, if for no other reason than to keep you safe. So, he softly said, “I'll be here whenever you're ready, angel.” Then, he walked out of your apartment, leaving you alone with Jeonghan.
The silence that fell after Hansol left almost shattered you, but you knew from experience that if Jeonghan saw you crying, it wouldn't end well. So, you bottled everything up as Jeonghan pulled you into a stiff hug and said, “Never forget that you're mine.”
The day that Jeonghan proposed should have been one of the happiest of your life. After all, you’d wanted to get married since you were a little kid, and now you were one step closer to the happily ever after you’d always wanted. At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. But instead of anything even close to joy or excitement, you just felt broken, trying desperately not to crumble as Jeonghan slid the clearly expensive ring onto your finger.
“Doesn’t it look perfect, baby?” he asked as he held your hand up to admire the way the diamonds sparkled in the light.
“It does. I love you, Hannie,” you said, trying to fight back tears that you’d tell Jeonghan were tears of joy if he noticed.
“I love you too, my star.”
A month after Jeonghan proposed, the two of you were out shopping for more fiance-approved clothes for you to wear on dates. While you looked at dresses that you could only hope he would say yes to, he walked away to find some shoes that he said he needed for work.
The second Jeonghan was out of earshot, you heard a familiar voice say your name and ask, “How have you been?"
“I’m fine, Hansol,” you answered, trying desperately to keep your face and voice neutral. “How are you?”
“Are you alright, angel?” he asked.
“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, your voice breaking. With a sigh, you collected yourself and whispered, “I don’t want him to hear you.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. You were silent in response, too embarrassed to admit it. You didn’t have to though, since he said, “You stayed.”
“We’re engaged now.”
“What?”
“He proposed a few weeks ago.”
“And you said yes?”
“I still love him,” you mumbled, unsure how else to defend yourself. Before you could say anything else, you heard Jeonghan approaching, so you said, “Go home, Hansol. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Hansol looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. So, you silently watched the man you loved walk away and went back to planning the rest of your life with the man that you thought that you were supposed to love.
For days after you ran into Hansol at the mall, you couldn't get the look in his eyes out of your head. The fear of promising Jeonghan forever, the guilt of not keeping your promise to Hansol, and the longing for a forever with Hansol instead of Jeonghan kept you up at night. Before you saw him again, you’d tried desperately to forget how you felt with him and accept that you were meant to live your life with Jeonghan. But now that you knew that Hansol still cared about you, how could you let that go?
The truth of the matter was that you couldn’t. Even as you tried to focus on planning your wedding, your thoughts drifted back to Hansol. What cake flavor would he choose if he was the groom instead of Jeonghan? What flowers would he want decorating the venue? Would he want to choose the song for your first dance together, instead of just deciding and telling you to listen to it before the wedding like Jeonghan?
You finally got tired of wondering on your way home from a dress fitting. You’d spent hours in the bridal shop, modeling countless options for Jeonghan to approve. Every dress had something you loved about it, but the elements that you adored were exactly what Jeonghan despised. Whether it was a lace trim that he thought looked too expensive or an elaborate beaded bodice that he said made you look “too classy for someone in your position,” every single thing that made you happy got stomped on, and you finally broke.
The ride home was dead silent until you finally sat up straighter in your seat and said, “I’m done.”
“What?” Jeonghan asked, already irritated.
“I said I’m done, Jeonghan.”
“What do you mean ‘done?’” he asked.
“I’m not marrying you.”
Jeonghan was silent for a minute before he said, “You’re throwing away almost five years together?”
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna tell me why?”
“No.”
Jeonghan slammed his hand on the top of the steering wheel, making you jump before he said, “You have three days to pack your things and get out. I don’t care where you end up, but you’re not staying in the apartment.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Do you have a plan for where to go, then?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
With that, the two of you drove home in silence. When you got back to the apartment, you immediately gathered all of your belongings and packed everything into suitcases you’d been keeping hidden in your closet. You knew that you needed to organize it all, but you didn’t care about that in the moment. All you cared about was getting out.
After everything you owned was packed up and ready to go, you called Hansol. You probably should have done that before you broke it off with Jeonghan, but you weren’t thinking clearly when it happened. So, you just hoped that he would pick up.
“Hello?” Hansol asked, clearly confused.
“It’s me,” you said through the tears that had started to fall.
“Angel? What’s going on?”
“Do you still have the clothes that we bought?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answered hesitantly. “Why do you-”
“I left him,” you said, not letting him finish his question.
The line was silent for what felt like an eternity before he said, “I’m so fucking proud of you. Do you need me to come get you when my shift ends?”
“Please,” you responded as you tried to calm down.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, princess. Just breathe for me, ok? It’s gonna be ok. I’ll pick you up, we can go back to my place, and it’ll all be ok.”
“Thank you,” you choked out.
“Are you gonna be ok while I finish my shift? I think I have like an hour left.”
“I’ll be ok,” you answered, starting to calm down.
“I’ve gotta go back to work now, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He was quiet for a minute before he said, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you said before hanging up.
After the call ended, you stayed in what was no longer your bedroom and tried to keep your breathing steady until Hansol picked you up. While you waited, you processed the fact that he told you that he loved you. Not only that, but you said it back.
You’d spent months trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t true, but now that you could actually be with Hansol without Jeonghan getting in the way, you knew that there was no denying that you were in love with him, and you knew that you would be safe with him.
After all of your things were moved into Hansol’s apartment, the first thing you did was quit your job at the club. After all, you had enough in your savings to pay your share of the bills for a couple of months, and Hansol had insisted that you find a job that you actually enjoyed and felt safe going to.
Finding a new job was hard, especially considering the career that you’d just left behind, but after weeks of looking, you managed to get a job at the public library. It took what felt like an eternity for the application process to end, but when you got the call, you felt lighter than you had in years.
Hansol was there for you every step of the way while you got ready for your first day. While you ironed your outfit the night before, Hansol told you stories about the people that he'd met at the club since you left. When you lost your favorite pen an hour before you had to leave, he was right alongside you digging through the couch cushions until you found it. When your shoes were on, and he could see your full outfit in the mirror, he looked at you like you were made of stardust and said, “You look so happy. It's beautiful.”
“I feel happy.”
Hansol pulled you into a hug as he said, “See? I told you that I would get you out.”
“I know.” You were silent for another minute before you added, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, angel. I always will.”
With that, Hansol kissed your forehead, and you left for work. As you drove to the library, you couldn't help but think that you were finally starting to feel like yourself again.
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genre: non-idol au, mulan/military au, reader pretends to be a man to replace their father during conscription, depictions of physical violence (battles and death), sexualised language, smut in future parts but will be highlighted in chapter warnings, everyone is a little in love with reader regardless of presenting gender
summary: you joined the army as hyunjin to save your father and found a place that you never imagined for yourself. now, they know you’re a noble lady and you have to find a new peace amongst them, with a new title and some feelings that you aren’t fully prepared to confront.
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chapter 2
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The floor was hard when you were dropped on to it, your knees cracking at the landing. You tried to keep your back straight, to look visibly strong even if you didn’t feel it, but the impact sent a wave of discomfort ricocheting through your nerves and you wobbled.
Your bound hands reached out and kept you from dropping face first into the mat. You grit your teeth through any sounds of pain. The noises you make are just as much as victory for the enemy. Seungcheol - Captain Choi, you corrected yourself - had told you that.
The same man who was now staring down at you from the war table, expression blank, eyes dark and unreadable. It was strange to think that he was the enemy now, enjoying your pain in the way he’d warned you about. It hurt in that uncomfortable way when you knew you were the reason for a betrayal and just had to live with the guilt.
You couldn’t say you hadn’t intended to lie. You’d come here already rewriting the story of your life - your name, your history, your future. All reworked and conveyed to every person you met.
You broke their trust and, in the imperial army, trust was paramount.
Around the captain were his generals, the privates and petty officers that you had trained with, laughed with, fought with. They were a lot easier to read than their leader - eyebrows furrowed, watching you like a wild animal, lips pursed.
You could have laughed - it was like they’d never seen a woman before.
You felt more than watched Mingyu crouch at your side. His hands hovered but didn’t quite touch the bandage he’d wrapped around your chest. He murmured a curse to Jun and Vernon, the two who dragged you in. “If you ripped open her stitches, we’re going to have a problem.”
Jun averted his gaze, embarrassed, and Vernon’s jaw tightened.
“It’s fine,” you whispered and cursed yourself for how your voice trembled.
It was strange how in one moment, you were brave, strong and full of adrenaline. The you from before would never have jumped in front of an arrow, would never have been quick enough to get there anyway, but the way you were now, you think you’d do it again in a heartbeat. Without it, your Captain wouldn’t be looking down at you now and you couldn’t bear the thought.
Maybe it was better your battalion looked at you with disgust and hurt than in grief and devastation. You think you could take that.
It was Mingyu who had found out first, the battalion’s lead medic. He’d stripped you with the efficiency of a skilled doctor and then flushed to the tips of his toes at the sight of your tits. You’re pretty sure they all got a good look, before Seungkwan had swung into action, ordering privacy with threat of testicle removal.
When you’d cried - in pain from the embedded arrow head in your right side, heartbroken at the truth and terrified of the consequences - Seungkwan had held your hand against his chest. You’d called him “pretty boy” and he’d given you a wet smile.
You almost wished for that Seungkwan now, the one who could actually look at you.
In the end, it was Jeonghan that spoke to you first. “So it’s true, you really are a woman.” He didn’t say it like an insult, like you were something less than, but still you bristled.
“Was it the tits that gave it away?” You snapped. Like old times, like you were allowed that kind of familiarity.
You weren’t, not anymore. Wonwoo tensed, hand flexing around the handle of his sword. Jeonghan though, he just grinned in wryly amusement. “Are you saying that as Hyunjin or the real you?”
Hyunjin. The name you had given yourself to match your male identity, the name your parents would have given you if you were born masculine.
“Can’t it be both,” you challenged.
“What’s your birth name?” Joshua asked. He stood further in the group, looking every bit like the ideal soldier despite the fighting they’d all barely recovered from. You’d resent him for it if he wasn’t so sweet.
You hesitated and then gave your name, the one you hadn’t spoken to yourself or others in 4 months. It felt wrong to say, clumsy on your tongue.
“Pretty,” Chan said, mild and perfunctory, “it suits you.”
You winced. “Please, don’t.”
The soft words weren’t ones they had ever shared with you but now that your true gender was revealed, it was like talking to a distant suitor. It made your skin crawl and chest ache.
Seungcheol shifted in his chair and eyes snapped to him instinctively. It was a show of how well trained you all were and how respected the captain was.
“Why did you come here?” he asked quietly. He didn’t have to shout for you to know he was angry.
“I was conscripted,” you stated. The same as them all.
Seungcheol’s eyebrows knitted together. “The eldest son was conscripted.”
“And my father has no son, only me,” you pushed. “He... he barely survived the last war and I couldn’t let that happen. Not if I could help.”
“So you became a man,” Jeonghan said.
You sighed. “I became Hyunjin. Hyunjin is me.”
“But he’s not, is he?” Soonyoung interjected, shoulders tense, “Hyunjin is - was, the eldest son, ready to die for his country and you - if you’d died, you’d be someone’s daughter that would be devastated that you died in their place.”
You swallowed. You tried not to think about your mother and father, holding the secret of your disappearance to hide the shame, to stop the punishment that no doubt would come for you. It was illegal for women to fight in the imperial army and it was treason to infiltrate the military. You’d known that at the time you cut your hair short, stole your father’s horse and galloped off to meet the recruiters.
“I’d do it again,” you said, unexpectedly honest. For your father, you’d do anything to keep him safe just as he had your entire life. For your mother, you’d do anything to ensure that the love of her life was always there for her - you remembered how much it had broken her during the first war. And, selfishly, you think you’d do it again for the power you didn’t know you could hold and for them. Each and every one of those soldiers you’d met and cared for. You couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t know them, even if they would come to regret your presence here.
It was Jihoon who said the quiet part aloud. “You should be executed for this.”
Your heart leaped fearfully in your chest before you could control it. You watched the uneasy shuffle of legs, the eyes that widened and looked away, the slow closing of fists. You watched Jihoon’s expression and how his eyes seemed so sad. You didn’t like him looking at you like this.
Minghao was the first to object. “Hyung, Captain,” he corrected himself, “you can’t-”
“It’s the law,” Jun interjected.
“The emperor would destroy us if he found out,” Seokmin pointed out, the first thing he’d said in your presence since he found out. He still wouldn’t look at you, even now. You’d shared a tent with him, spent the most amount of time with him as they marched in formation, and maybe that was why he was taking it the hardest. To see the usually so happy man like this was painful.
“I didn’t patch her up just for you to end her,” Mingyu said.
“What are we supposed to do?” Soonyoung challenged, “She’s not a pet.”
You looked at Seungcheol, at the man you respected more than you ever thought possible. “I’ll accept your judgment, Captain Choi.”
His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “You haven’t called me that in months.” You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to. His eyes flickered to Mingyu, “How long is recovery expected?”
“Another three weeks at least for me to feel comfortable,” the medic explained.
Seungcheol looked back at you. “Consider this a debt paid. A life for a life,” he murmured, “Hyunjin will stay with us on the march to the capital until Medic Kim says that you’re well. Then you’ll leave and never come back.”
It was the best scenario and yet the mercy only made disappointment curl in the pit of your stomach. “Yes Captain.”
“We don’t speak of this,” Seungcheol’s eyes landed on each in his battalion, men he trusted more than anything.
The room saluted. “Yes Captain.”
-
On the nights where the negative thoughts become too much, you think living like this might be a bigger punishment than execution. You hadn’t been alone in months and now the sudden absence felt like missing a limb.
You still had your tent, the same one you’d been assigned to that first day but Seokmin had left it almost as soon as the decision to keep you around had been made - you’d caught him as he left, canvas bag thrown over his shoulder. He’d avoided looking at you as he scurried to Seungkwan and Mingyu’s tent. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, shouldn’t have brought a lump to your throat or had tears burning the corner of your eyes. You didn’t sleep that night, trying desperately not to cry.
The next day, he still came to help you put down the tent after breakfast, preparing for the next day of marching. You murmured your thank you but got no response in turn, just the swing of the rolled up tent onto his broad shoulders.
You still had your meals given to you by Chan but now you were the last one to eat, just on the outskirts of the warmth of the fire. Your fingers accidentally brushed the younger officers when you took the bowl and he nearly dropped it in the dirt in his eagerness to get away from you.
You couldn’t do basic training. You’d tried but Jihoon had stopped you with a tightness in his expression. “I think it’s best if you ask if Mingyu has something you can do.” Mingyu had given you a list of herbs to organise so it wasn’t that you were bored, but it was another line of separation that highlighted just how little they wanted to do with you.
You hated that it hurt you so much. As the only child of a great family, you were alone a lot of the time, time taken up by ceremonies and responsibilities that were suitable for a daughter. You did them with a smile because you had to. Running about to join the army might have been the first thing you’d actually done for yourself. You hadn’t expected to love it, to love the routine and the power it gave you, to love watching the sun rise and set as you marched through landscapes you never thought you’d see in your lifetime.
And the people. You adored them in a way you didn’t think it was possible to love those who weren’t in your family line.
You missed Seokmin’s laugh, how it shook his whole body and he had to lean on you for support. You missed Seungkwan’s singing at the most inopportune times, especially during the night watch. You missed Soonyoung’s jokes and Jihoon’s tired acceptance of them.
You missed Vernon’s quiet correction of how you hold your sword and how Jun seemed to know exactly what you were feeling before you could even formulate the words yourself. You missed Jeonghan’s teasing and how Joshua fell into the trap every single time.
You missed drinking tea in the early morning with Minghao after a long night patrol and joining Chan to hunt whatever animal was available to eat in the mountains. You missed Mingyu getting just a little too drunk on moonshine and spilling one too many secrets of his own secrets. You missed the shy way that Wonwoo smiled when his battalion teased him before cutting them down with the driest comments. You missed the way Seungcheol used to watch over you all, softness in his eyes.
You’d never get that again, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. No, the pain of what you had lost would just stay with you for the rest of the life your Captain had determined you got to keep. A lifetime of punishment indeed.
-
It’s on the fifth day of your social isolation that the camp was ambushed. You were in your tent when the noises started, familiar enough that they scratched down the back of your mind like a physical wound. You were up, moving instinctively. You grabbed at your sword - you still sharpened it daily, like you’d be taught, even if you weren’t being actively trained anymore - and pushed open the tent flaps to carnage.
Hun. A unit like yours, likely on their way to the battle front as you had been, and now reconvening further into the country. An attack of opportunity because how could anyone resist their enemy so unsuspectedly waiting for them?
Adrenaline thrummed through you and you were taking a step forward, ready to jump in, before you were blocked.
“Stay behind me,” Wonwoo insisted, already using his broad form to shove you where he wanted.
“I can fight,” you reminded, already skirting around, before the firm hand of Joshua pushed you back.
“Stay back,” he ordered firmly. “We can’t let you get hurt again.”
“Hurt saving your sorry arses,” you reminded him. There was something about the way he said it that stunk of ‘man protects woman’ and you wanted to scream. “I’m fine.”
“Would you just listen for once?” Soonyoung complained.
You pushed through again, back into formation. “You would never have let me sit out of a fight.”
“That was before,” Joshua murmured bitterly. His body was already moving to block you again, so you shoved him hard in the right shoulder.
“Your sudden realisation that I have tits does not determine whether I can stab someone,” you snapped. “You guys trained me. Do you have no faith in your skills?”
Wonwoo’s jaw tightened. Soonyoung looked like he wanted to strangle you. Joshua’s gaze danced around your face before sighing in defeat. “Just...stick close, okay?”
You tried not to let the relief thumping through your body show on your face. “Yes sir.”
Soonyoung spluttered. “Are you crazy?”
“She’ll follow us anyway,” Joshua sighed, “At least this way we won’t be distracted.”
“Speak for yourself,” Wonwoo grumbled but you ignored him.
It was strange how, when fighting, you felt more at peace than you had all week. Your side pulled uncomfortably around your stitches and you had no doubt that you might have opened it again but you didn’t care. How could you when you could almost pretend that things were back to normal?
If you dodged, another swung their sword to cut down the enemy. When Soonyoung ducked, you were swinging over his head, a clean cut across the jugular. An axe head clipped you before you could put more distance between you but Wonwoo was already there, delivering a pommel blow to the side of the attacker’s head. Joshua made formation calls and you all slipped into them instinctively, muscle memory.
Around you, you could see the others of your battalion, weapons blurring at the speed they are moving. You watched a Hun soldier kick Jun in the chest and Minghao jump in from the side, diverting attention to himself. You caught Chan using nearby branches as offensive weaponry so Jeonghan could cut at the tendons on the back of a heel.
It was bloody. It was exhausting.
You felt like you could breathe easier.
You didn’t move fast enough.
Oxygen was punched out of your chest by an arm, the owner shoving you until your back slammed against the trunk of a tree. You gripped at his hand, suddenly so aware of how much bigger the Hun were than you, and tried to use your legs to kick out. He took the blow with a wince and pressed down harder.
“A pretty boy,” he breathed, words twisting in an insult, “ever taken Mongolian cock before?”
He tightened his grip enough that you could see spots. Over the fur covered shoulder, you see your captain barrelling closer. “You ever,” you wheezed, “had your throat cut before?”
You could see the confusion flash through his eyes before they were replaced by shock and the sharp end of a blade through the side of his neck. The grip on you tightened and then loosened as he was shoved away, heavy body dropping like lead on the dirt floor. You landed unsteadily on your feet and coughed through sharp inhales.
“What are you doing here?” Seungcheol snapped.
“What I was trained to do, Captain Choi,” you rasped.
You could see the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he couldn’t comment any further because there was another sword being thrust at him.
The fight continued until Mingyu put an axe head into the back of the last member of the Hun unit. Post-fight silence rose up to surround them and you couldn’t hear anything except your own heartbeat. Your eyes scanned over each of them, taking a mental stock of bruises and cuts and ultimately the fact that each one was still on two feet. A momentary relief, of familiarity, before eyes snapped to you and an irate captain was storming across the bloody ground towards you.
You straightened up instinctively, falling to attention.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Seungcheol demanded, “you should have stayed inside.”
“And let you fight the Hun without me?” you retorted, “Not a chance of that in hell, captain.”
“Do you have a death wish?”
“My death would bring honour to my family name,” you said firmly.
Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose. “And what exactly would happen to my name if I brought home your father’s daughter in a body bag?”
It hurt you to think about them, so you tried not to. “They would know I died for my country.”
Somewhere over his shoulder, you heard Seungkwan’s long groan of “we’re terrible influences.”
The captain clearly heard it too, his lips twitching upward in the corner before he could stop himself. It had been so long since you’d been on the receiving end of such a look and you held on to it greedily. You tried not to tremble at the way Seungcheol’s eyes dragged down you, assessing, heavier than they had been before.
“We should leave you at the next village,” he mused.
You retorted quickly, “You can’t.”
Seungcheol arched an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“A life for a life,” you whispered. “I have a life debt. I will not be dishonoured.”
Seungcheol looked at you incredulously before laughing, this breathy and full body thing that made you feel warm all over. You hadn’t heard him laugh like that before. “You’re the strangest woman I’ve ever met,” he commented, “to willingly stay in a warzone.”
“It is my honour,” you explained.
“And mine too, I suppose,” Seungcheol sighed and then groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is insane. You’re insane. I’m insane.”
“So we really are going to keep her as a pet,” Soonyoung commented and then yelped when Jihoon elbowed him in the side. “Fuck, hyung, that hurt.”
“Do you have any idea how to talk to women?” Jihoon hissed.
“Only his mother,” Chan teased and let himself get pulled into a headlock by Soonyoung.
Seungcheol was still watching you. He didn’t quite look like your commander any more, expression softened at the edges. It was enough to make you feel breathless. “Don’t think you’re going to get out of clean up duty,” he commented.
“Seokmin is the one who keeps taking the tent roll,” you challenged.
The man in question squeaked, eyes wide as if caught under cannon fire, and a flush crossed the bridge of his nose. “I can’t just let her carry it,” he insisted, “it’s not right.”
“I did before,” you reminded me.
“My father would be so disappointed, I can’t,” Seokmin shook his head.
“Wait until he finds out that you slept next to an unmarried woman for 3 months,” Jeonghan joked. His words were light but the implication was clear.
“Nothing happened!” Seokmin insisted.
“I wouldn’t,” you said at the same time.
Your old tent mate looked offended. “What do you mean, wouldn’t? I’m a handsome guy!”
It was true. In your life before, everything about Seokmin - about any of them really - would have been positive in the list the matchmaker gave you. He’s from a good family, too genes, pretty smile, would treat you right. The thought had occurred to you that if you brought any one of these men home with the promise of grandchildren, your parents might forgive your transgressions that lead to this moment.
You forced your thoughts away from there immediately. “Do you want me to want to fuck you?”
Seokmin looked like a fish out of water, gapping at you. Mingyu looked a mixture of delighted and disgusted. Jun had pushed his lips together to try not to laugh so obviously.
Seungcheol rubbed his temple. “No one is fucking anyone.”
Minghao booed. Jihoon cuffed the back of his neck.
“You’d be so lucky,” you said and rolled your eyes to the heavens so you didn’t collapse into a ball of embarrassment.
“Mingyu, check her stitches,” Seungcheol ordered, raising his voice in a very pointed change of subject, “and then we’re moving on before another unit tries to corner us. We move in 10.”
“Yes captain.”
-
Even before the truth came out, there was something about you that Mingyu found powerfully attractive.
It made sense, he thought, that you weren’t who you originally claimed to be. It was in the way that you spoke, your view of the world and those around you. It was how you held everything with such gentleness, except for your sword. It was in how you smiled and he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
Mingyu had known for a long time that he liked pretty things and you just happened to be one of the prettiest in this dark time.
You sat on the edge of his sleeping mat, undershirt tugged up so that he could reexamine your injury. He tried not to touch you too much - he’s never bandaged a woman until you, and there was some rule about decorum shouting at the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like his old teacher. Seungkwan rested against his own, back to you, taking the privacy as a time to rest before they start their march again - “and to keep you honest,” he had teased, making Wonwoo flush and demand that Mingyu explain himself.
You’d laughed, another pretty thing, at his embarrassment.
Now, adrenaline slipping through your fingers and the confidence you’d had in front of their captain was disappearing, you had only anxious sadness.
“Do you think it’ll go back to normal?” You muttered, a sweet confession that made Mingyu’s chest hurt.
He had been in a unique position of straddling the line between you, the woman they didn’t know, and the others, the men who didn’t know how to handle the lie. He’d had to, being the only medic in the unit and, in all honesty, he thought he liked you too much by then to actually keep his distance.
You’d not said it but it was easy to tell how the last days had cut at you. When Jihoon had removed you from basic training, you’d come to him, as ordered, and sat in gloomy silence as you organised herb packets and lotions at his request.
Mingyu didn’t want to lie. “Maybe,” he answered, “but I do know what it didn’t feel right until we were fighting with you at our side.”
Seungkwan snorted. “That's so cheesy Gyu.”
Mingyu flushed in embarrassment but you laughed. “I love the cheese,” you promised. Your hand reached for his and squeezed, and he tried not to focus on how much bigger he was compared to you. Looking at you this close, he wondered how many one ever thought you were the eldest son at all.
“Just keep a few ingredients unstocked for me, just in case,” you said. It was hard to tell if you were joking or not but Mingyu answered with all honesty.
“Of course. Always.”
Seongkwan coughed as if that could cover the giggle he let out. The back of Mingyu’s neck warmed. You grinned at him and released your grip. He shouldn’t have missed it as much as he did. “So how’s the stitches looking?”
Mingyu’s eyes flickered down and back again. “In tact but barely.”
You winced. “Sorry to ruin your hard work.”
“It’ll scar if you don’t let it heal properly,” he pointed out.
“You all have scars, I should get a few of my own,” you commented. Mingyu bit down the urge to say it’s different when it’s you, the eldest daughter of a noble family. Instead, he cleaned the weeping edges of the wound and redressed it quietly. You thanked him, said you were going to repack and disappeared beyond the tent flaps.
Across the tent, Seungkwan tied the string on his bag. “You could be less obvious,” he teased.
Mingyu whipped his head around to his old friend with wide eyes. “Do you think she noticed?”
“I think she’s too polite to say anything, but she isn’t stupid,” he commented, “neither is anyone else.”
“Do you think the others,” Mingyu paused, as a thought occurred to him. “wait, do you -”
Seungkwan groaned when he stretched, slipping the drawstring back onto his back. “I think,” he said, choosing his words carefully, “Lady Jin doesn’t realise how much power she has over us. All of us.”
Mingyu thought about your smile again, the way it brightened every facet of your face, and the startling truth that he’d spill blood willingly to keep you happy. He pressed down on his knuckles, working out the cramp rising there. “All of us huh?” He mused.
Seungkwan’s lips stretched into a bashful smile and gave a one armed shrug. “What can I say? That’s a girl worth fighting for.”
Mingyu barked out a laugh. “Now who’s being cheesy?”
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“Are you sure about this?” Jihoon murmured.
Seungcheol sighed. “What choice do I have? You heard the lady.”
It still felt strange to say. When you had stumbled into the camp, imperial summons in your hand, Soonyoung had thought you did not look like a solider. But then, that’s the problem with conscription - boys with luxuries and those without food in their bellies showed up in equal measure, and it was part of his job as a General to make them war ready. It wasn’t something Soonyoung enjoyed but it was something he was proud of.
Hyunjin had been weak. Makes sense now, he thought, because no noble family would have their eldest daughter doing any activity to build muscle or stamina. You were smart though, he’d recognised, could reroute the unit in a moments notice, and determined. You picked up the sword when you dropped it. You walked on shaking legs. You fell over tree roots and got back up.
Soonyoung respected you.
“That lady shouldn’t be here,” he said, firm.
The Kwon family was one of nobility and as the second son, a career in the military was expected. As a child, he’d grown up with all the rules and expectations and social agreements drilled into him. “Your honour,” his father had said, “is everything.”
Soonyoung had never felt so dishonourable than when you were dragged before them, a wound in the side of your torso and the damning truth that you weren’t Hyunjin after all.
Lady Jin.
We should have protected her, he thought with a tight jaw. He knew he wasn’t the only one who thought so. They had all been dealing with the new truth in some way - the reality that bumped up against their previous understanding, the closeness they had gained, the feeling of betrayal at being lied to by someone who they considered family.
“But she’s here now,” Jihoon reminded. His lips flickered into a fond smile, only recognisable to those who knew him well. “With a life debt.”
“So she stays,” Seungcheol repeated, “until we get to the imperial city and can send her home.”
It was what he wanted and yet it still struck him uncomfortably. Home meant not here, not with them. Soonyoung shook the thought away - he was not ready to follow it to an unfortunate conclusion.
“Lady Jin is Hyunjin to whoever asks,” Seungcheol added, “if someone were to find out…”
“They won’t,” Jihoon was confident, “this unit wouldn’t do anything to put her at risk.”
“How can you be sure?” Soonyoung asked.
The shorter General laughed, his grin stretching wide. “Haven’t you seen how they look at her? Everyone thinks they’re being so sly.”
“Everyone?” Seungcheol arched an eyebrow. He didn’t sound upset, only surprised by the revelation.
“Not me,” Soonyoung was quick to refuse.
Jihoon’s eyes flickered to him and gave a small shrug. “Whatever you say, Soonie.”
Spending the summer at your best friend’s coastal house was supposed to be about sun and relaxation—until a scorching, late-night affair with her impossibly handsome 45-year-old father turns a simple vacation into a dangerous game of secrets.
PAIRINGS | Choi Seungcheol x F. Reader
GENRE | smut, comedy, drama, fluff, angst in the next few parts
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
CONTENT/WARNINGS | non-idols au, best friend's dad, age gap, dilf!Cheol, swearing, kissing, caressing, female masturbation, sexy toy, protective sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, hair grabbing, body worship, dirty talk, praising, daddy kink, pet names
AUTHOR’S NOTE | Hi and bye. working on a part 2 lmao
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"Hi baby girl," Choi Seungcheol's deep voice makes your body shiver but you know his greeting isn't towards you. He's hugging his daughter, your best friend since middle school, after not seeing her for a few weeks. The both of you have been stuck in your shared apartment pouring over books and finishing up assignments and projects for university.
"You look tired," he comments, pulling away from the hug and giving his daughter an inspecting look.
Jinmi whines at her dad's comment, "I am! You try finishing all your finals in one week, all while trying to prepare a portfolio, and dealing with someone as annoying as her," she teases, thumbing over at you.
"Excuse you!" You scoff at the comment but let out a small laugh at the same time. "You're the annoying one!"
Seungcheol just chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls you in for a hug too. He smells so good. His cologne is so intoxicating that you have to take a deep breath as he pulls away. He smiles down at you, a smile that makes your heart flutter every single damn time. "Good to see you too, Y/N. How's Jeonghan?" He asks, ruffling your hair, a habit he's had since you were a kid.
The ruffling of your hair has always been a friendly gesture from him. But it feels different now. Maybe it's because you're older, or maybe it's just because you're more aware of him now. You're more aware of how handsome he is, how good he smells, how his smile makes your heart beat a little faster.
"Dad's good," you manage to say, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "Still working too much as usual. He wanted to take a vacation and come along too but he couldn't get the days off work."
You had planned a two month long beach vacation with your best friend. A much-needed break from the stress of university life. Her dad, Seungcheol, owns a beautiful beach house that you would vacation in back when you were kids and he had offered up for the both of you two to use. The only catch? He'd be staying there too with Jongho, his son and Jinmi's twin brother. A vacation for you and Jinmi, but also a family vacation for them.
Jongho isn't the issue. As your best friend's twin, you would've expected him to be opposite of her in all respects, but boy were you wrong. Built like his father, with the same gorgeous eyes, and the same stupid charming smile and floofy black hair, he's equally as charming as well. Jinmi thinks you have the biggest crush on Jongho, because who wouldn't? But you two had tried being a couple years ago back in high school but agreed that you worked much better as friends. You never even told Jinmi that you dated because it wasn't really anything to talk about since it only lasted like a week before you got on each other's nerves.
The real issue is Choi Seungcheol. Your best friend's father. The man you've been crushing on since you were sixteen years old. The man who is now, at forty-five years old, even more handsome and charming than he was when you were a teenager. Your father, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol became friends when you and the twins started middle school. Being single fathers to children the same age had brought them together. Your mother had left when you were young, leaving your dad to raise you on his own. Seungcheol's wife had passed away shortly after the twins were born, leaving him to raise two children by himself. They bonded over their shared experiences, and their friendship had only grown stronger over the years. Their close bond had, in turn, made you and the twins grow incredibly close, and you had become a constant fixture in the Choi household.
That's how your crush on the Choi patriarch had started. You'd spend countless nights over at their house, and you'd see him walking around in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair messy, a cup of coffee in his hand. He'd always greet you with a warm smile, a ruffle of your hair, and a "How's my favorite girl?" (besides Jinmi, of course). You'd watch him interact with his kids, with your father, and you'd feel your heart swell with an emotion you couldn't quite name at the age of sixteen.
Now, at twenty-five, you can name that emotion. Desire. You desire him in ways that make you feel guilty, make you feel like you're betraying your best friend. But you can't help it. He's everything you found attractive in a man. Mature, responsible, kind, and so damn handsome. His salt-and-pepper hair only adds to his charm, making him look distinguished, experienced. His broad shoulders and muscular build, a result of years of working in construction, makes him look powerful, safe. His deep, rumbling voice makes your core clench every time you hear it.
So now, here you are, about to spend two months in close quarters with the man of your desires. Two months of seeing him in swim trunks, of possibly sharing meals, of watching him interact with his kids in a relaxed, vacation setting. It's both a dream come true and a nightmare. A dream because you'd get to see him in a different light, a nightmare because you aren't sure if you can control yourself around him.
You definitely can't control yourself in your dreams, that's for sure. Your sleep is plagued with images of him. Images of him pinning you against a wall, of his hands roaming your body, of his lips on yours, of him whispering dirty things in your ear. You can practically feel his thick, muscular thighs underneath you as you rode him, can hear him groaning in your ear and praising how good you feel around his cock. You can even feel his wide tongue gliding down your folds, sucking and licking up every single drop of you before pushing himself into your waiting hole. Your dreams left you sweating and hot, heart pounding in your chest and panties soaked. Yeah, this is going to be a real test of your sanity.
Yeah, there's no way you can tell your best friend that you're down bad for her dad. You have to keep your crush under wraps. For the sake of your friendship, and for the sake of your own sanity.
The car ride to the beach house is a three-hour stretch of highway that feels both infinitely long and agonizingly short. Seungcheol drives, one large hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the center console. You're in the passenger seat, a choice you now deeply regret. Every bump in the road, every shift of gears, has his arm brushing against yours, sending jolts of electricity through your body that has nothing to do with the car's static charge.
Jinmi and Jongho are in the back, in a world of their own. Jinmi is animated, chattering about everything and nothing, her hands flying as she recounts some dramatic story from her literature class. Jongho is quiet, nodding at the appropriate times, letting his sister take the floor and occasionally laughing at the absurdity of her story.
You try not to look over at Seungcheol. If the warmth of his bare arms against your skin has this effect, who knows what else will happen if you start looking.
Seungcheol engages with them, deep chuckles rumbling from his chest at Jinmi's dramatics. "You need to learn to pick your battles, kiddo," he says, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Then, he turns his attention to you. The shift in focus is palpable, like a spotlight has just been aimed directly at you. "You're quiet, Y/N. Tired from all that studying?" His gaze lingers on you for a second too long before returning to the road. You can feel the intensity of it on the side of your face, a physical warmth.
"Just enjoying the peace," you manage, your voice a little too high. You turn your head to stare out the window, focusing on the blur of green trees and gray asphalt. "It's been a hectic few weeks."
"Hmm," he hums, a low sound that vibrates through the car, through you. "Well, you can relax now. No books, no deadlines. Just sun, sand, and the ocean."
And you, you think. Sun, sand, the ocean, and you. The thought is so dangerous, so tantalizing, you have to physically restrain yourself from squirming in your seat. You clasp your hands together in your lap, your nails digging into your palms. The leather of the seat feels cool against your bare thighs, a stark contrast to the heat building inside you.
The rest of the drive passes in a similar fashion. Snippets of conversation from the backseat, the low thrum of the engine, and the occasional, devastatingly casual question from Seungcheol. Each one is a test of your composure, a small probe that you have to parry with practiced nonchalance. By the time you turn off the main highway and onto a coastal road, bordered by wild grasses and weather-beaten fences, you feel like you've run a marathon.
The beach house appears suddenly, perched on a slight rise overlooking the sea. It's not a mansion, but it's substantial, all weathered gray wood and large glass windows that glint in the afternoon sun. It looks solid, welcoming, like it has stood there for a hundred years and will stand for a hundred more.
"Home sweet home," Seungcheol announces, killing the engine. The sudden silence is deafening, filled only by the distant cry of gulls and the rhythmic shush of the waves.
Everyone piles out of the car, stretching and groaning after the long journey. The salty air is a cool balm on your skin, and you take a deep breath, trying to use it to clear your head. It doesn't work. You can still smell the faint, clean scent of Seungcheol's cologne clinging to your clothes.
Jongho silently grabs their bags from the trunk, heading inside with a nod, while Jinmi bounces on the balls of her feet, her energy renewed. "Come on, I call dibs on the one with the balcony!"
"You and your balconies," Seungcheol says with a fond roll of his eyes, popping the trunk. He pulls out your suitcase, the one with the bright pink ribbon tied to the handle, a gift from Jinmi so you'd "stop losing your boring black luggage." His muscles flex under the thin fabric of his t-shirt as he heaves it out with an ease that makes your stomach do a flip. He sets it down on the gravel driveway, turning to you with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Let's get you settled in." He gestures for you to lead the way, but his presence is right behind you as you walk up the wooden steps to the porch. So close you can feel the warmth radiating from him, so close you could lean back a fraction of an inch and be pressed against his chest.
The inside of the house is even better than the outside. It's open and airy, decorated in shades of white and pale blue, with driftwood furniture and soft, comfortable-looking rugs scattered across polished wooden floors. The entire back wall is made of glass, offering a stunning, uninterrupted view of the ocean.
"It's beautiful," you breathe, stopping in the middle of the living room. "Can't believe you remodeled the beach house, Uncle. I haven't been here since I was a kid."
"Yeah," Seungcheol agrees, but he's not looking at the view. He's looking at you. His gaze is heavy, appraising. It lingers for a moment too long before he clears his throat and looks away, toward the hallway. "The rooms are down here. Jinmi and Jongho already know where they're going. You can take the one at the end of the hall."
He leads you down the hall, his footsteps echoing slightly on the wood floors. He stops at the last door on the right and pushes it open. The room is perfect. A queen-sized bed with a crisp white duvet, a small writing desk overlooking a small, private garden, and an open door leading to a pristine, tiled bathroom.
He carries your suitcase in and sets it down at the foot of the bed. "Is this okay?"
"It's more than okay," you say, a little too quickly. "It's amazing. Thank you, Uncle."
He flinches almost imperceptibly at the formal address. "Seungcheol," he corrects you, his voice lower than before. "We're on vacation. And you're not a kid anymore." The statement hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. He looks at you for another long moment, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your neck. Then, as if breaking a spell, he takes a step back, turning toward the door. "I'm right across from you if you need anything. Rest for awhile and I'll have one of the kids grab you for dinner."
He leaves, closing the door softly behind him. You're alone, but the room still feels full of him. You press your palms against your cheeks, and they're burning. You walk over to the window and look out at the garden, but all you can see is the reflection of your own flushed face, and the memory of the way he looked at you.
You begin pulling out stuff from your luggage. You start hanging up your clothes in the closet and setting a few of your bathroom necessities in the bathroom. As you're pulling stuff out and unpacking, something falls to the ground, hitting the wood floor with a dull thud.
You kneel down, picking up the sex toy you forgot you packed. You packed it on a whim. A couple rounds of alcohol in you and Jinmi a few weeks prior, and you had declared you'd pack it "in the case something happens," referring to the hypothetical beach babe you'll no doubt meet on the beach.
But that was way before you knew Seungcheol and Jongho would be joining you guys. You're glad you kept the toy. You'll need something to help take the edge off the constant lust you'll most definitely feel towards the older man. You lie in bed, the vibrating dildo in your hand, and you turn it on.
You take a few deep, steadying breaths. This is going to be a very long two months.
Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair as he closes his bedroom door behind him. "Fuck," he mutters, leaning against the wall and letting out a heavy sigh. He's fighting an internal battle with himself, a battle he knows he's already lost. He'd kept his distance, played it cool, pretended he hadn't noticed your tank top slipping down to reveal a sliver of cleavage as he brought in your suitcase.
"Fuck," he says again, closing his eyes and taking a long, slow breath. It doesn't help. His mind is filled with images of you in his house, in his arms, in his bed. Your voice, the delicate scent of your perfume, your goddamn long, shapely legs. "I'm so fucked."
He's never had thoughts about you when you were younger because he watched you grow up. He never thought about you, inappropriately, until now. Sure, you were a pretty girl growing up. He'll compliment you on your outfit or hair, which he finds help put a stop to Jinmi from teasing you so much about what you're wearing. But never anything beyond the limits of what a father should think of their daughter's best friend.
Now though, you're twenty-five. Old enough for him to notice and take notice. The same tank top that you thought was "modest" shows way too much of you, in his opinion. Far too much, which made the decision of carrying your luggage rather difficult to do.
He doesn't want to be the pervy old man checking out his daughter's best friend, his friend's daughter, but damn. Damn did he want to run his hands over those curves and kiss the tattoo-marked skin on your collarbone.
He stands up straight and takes another long breath in through his nose. "Pull yourself together, Cheol," he grumbles to himself. He has no right to think about you in any way that goes beyond friendly, parental concern. He should get his shit together and prepare dinner for his kids and you. They all needed some sort of meal after that long car ride.
He walks down to the kitchen and is greeted by Jinmi, already rummaging through the cupboards. She's clearly not finding much, judging by the growing frustration evident in her groans.
"Bagels," Seungcheol says, sliding open a small door on the side. "Mini frozen pizzas in the freezer, and canned soup here."
"Yes, dad! All I wanted! How did you guess? Did you get some telepathic message from my brain?" Jinmi bounces.
Seungcheol chuckles at his daughter and shakes his head. "I just know you."
"Mhm," Jinmi hums in a teasing manner, "or I left a grocery list, you finally followed it, and have stocked the cabinets the way a responsible human adult would do, and not with only one type of ramen flavor."
"Yeah, okay, you got me," Seungcheol huffs, unable to hide the proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Where's your brother? Is he up in his room?"
"He's in his room," she tells him, tossing a bagel into a bowl before heading towards the microwave. She preps her bowl, slamming the buttons aggressively until a beeping noise fills the silence.
Seungcheol leans back on the counter and folds his arms. He stares out the glass, looking at the view from their vantage point, looking over the top of the hills towards the ocean. The sky is fading to a light purple as the sun dips closer and closer to the horizon line. "Are you going out tonight?" he asks, turning to face her, one eyebrow slightly arched in a knowing expression. "With that new boy who's been texting you constantly?"
Jinmi pauses, almost embarrassed. But she isn't really embarrassed. More like, caught off-guard. She shoots her father a knowing, devilish grin before reaching out to open the microwave doors. "How'd you know? I haven't said anything to you!"
"Do you seriously think I haven't seen his name, 'Lee Chan' with a million emojis around it, constantly appear on your screen?" Seungcheol snorts. "Every time he texts, you make the biggest goo-goo face before texting back, or whatever it is you kids do. And you just smiled the other day, your eyes, squinty and everything, when you checked your phone," he teases, raising a challenging eyebrow as the bagel pops loudly in the background, interrupting the father-daughter conversation.
Jinmi clicks her tongue in feigned annoyance. "Shut up! It was only a smile! Whatever, yeah, fine! I'm going out tonight, not like I'll miss anything. He's cute. Maybe I'll get laid, see if I can make some seagull jealous when it sees us making out on the pier," she challenges, before looking at her watch and downing half her water bottle.
"What about your best friend that you're so, incredibly desperate to be with the entirety of this vacation?" Seungcheol immediately winces when he realizes that, as the words came out, he sounded way too invested.
"Y/N knows about him," she shrugs, already wrapping the bagel in a napkin and placing it in her mouth, readying herself to eat in one giant bite. "She knows we're going to meet up in town. It's fine, dad, we both talked about it when we planned this vacation. Because who knows, Y/N might hook up with a handsome stranger, too."
"Really? Well, that's just...fun."
"You're ruining the fun, dad. You and Jongho," she adds, not missing a beat. She places a finger over Seungcheol's lips, threateningly. "It was just supposed to be me and Y/N. Girl time, beach babe time, maybe hook up with hot locals time," she says, dragging her hands away from Seungcheol's face with a shrug. "But no, my dad and twin brother had to insert themselves into the girls' trip and now they've taken away the vibe."
"M-hm, go. Get going. Do whatever you want," Seungcheol rolls his eyes. Jinmi nods at him, pleased at having the final say and walks out the back patio door, not wanting to interrupt your sleep in her exuberance. He calls after her, "Don't get too drunk."
"I'm not planning to," she calls over her shoulder as she jumps over a low wall onto the beach, sand flying everywhere. She yells loudly over the roar of the sea, her voice growing fainter and fainter with each passing step she takes, "Bye, dad! Love you, have fun!"
Seungcheol shakes his head. Where did the time go? Just yesterday Jinmi was three, sitting on his shoulders and yanking on his hair. Now she's an adult, off on her own and living life the way she wants. It feels a bit weird, but his baby girl is becoming a woman before his eyes.
He pulls his phone out and shoots a text over to Jongho, wondering when his son is planning on leaving his cave to venture into the real world. Jongho's text comes back, surprisingly. His son doesn't waste time telling his father that he's planning on leaving shortly. He tells Seungcheol that he'll be meeting up with some friends at the local bar to play pool. Seungcheol asks about his plan of returning home that night. He lets his father know that he'll be late or crash at a friend's house. Seungcheol reminds his son of drinking responsibly and making sure he's back in the early morning and not tomorrow afternoon, like the previous year's vacation had entailed. Jongho assures him that everything would go smoothly, and promises to be home the following day, or call if his plans change.
Once he hears Jongho leave, the house is now empty. You must still be sleeping in your bedroom, after the long drive and all. But you definitely need to eat something, at least, while everyone's out. Seungcheol goes to your room to check on you. Your door is slightly ajar, he knows he closed it earlier. Maybe you had to grab something from Jinmi's room or something and forgot to close your door. When he peers inside, a delicious sight meets his hungry gaze.
There you are, naked now, your head thrown back in the throes of pleasure, his name tumbling from your parted lips as one hand clutches the sheets. The other is pressing a vibrating dildo to your glistening cunt. You moan and mewl, eyes clenched shut, not yet aware of Seungcheol watching you, as the dildo finds that magical spot that only he should.
Fuck, he shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be staring. Definitely shouldn't be growing painfully hard at the sight of your delicious tits bouncing, your pussy leaking, as he's sure you imagine it being him pounding into your wet cunt. But he can't turn away. Can't resist watching you cry out for him, your whole body arching as you desperately beg for him.
And fuck, he wants you too.
"So that's what you think of me, huh?" He growls. He knows it's not a good idea to sneak up on you like this. You startle so suddenly, causing the toy to fall out of your wet pussy. You immediately slam your legs together, your face a mixture of shock and embarrassment, the object slipping off the side of the bed, but not before revealing how juicy and creamy your core is.
"H-how long-" you breathe, clenching the sheets against your exposed chest.
"Long enough," Seungcheol replies, the deep timbre of his voice resonating inside you and spurring on another wave of arousal.
"I-I'm so sorry…"
"Why do you need to be sorry?" he interrupts. He walks over, looming large and imposing in your bedroom. For a moment, neither of you move, neither of you breath. He picks up the fallen toy, not breaking eye contact with you. "Don't know how a good girl like you got hold of such a naughty toy," he muses. He drags his eyes slowly down your body, taking in the sight of your thighs pressed tightly together. "How long have you been thinking about me, Y/N?"
"For awhile..." you admit, your cheeks flushing. "I didn't want you to find out this way, that I want you."
"I don't mind," Seungcheol rumbles, a devious look in his eye. "In fact, I like it."
Seungcheol moves quickly, his large hand pulling the bed sheets down and exposing your naked form. You yelp in surprise and try to cover yourself but the sight of his stern frown makes your hands stop.
"Uncle—"
"That's not what you were screaming a few moments ago." His hand travels up your soft thighs, and he revels the little shivers and goosebumps you get in his touch. "No more uncle. Tonight, you're gonna call me daddy."
"Yes, daddy," you whimper, bucking your hips forward, hungry for his touch, your mouth curving into a smile.
"That's my girl." Seungcheol smirks. "Come over here and help daddy out." His fingers grasp the hem of his white shirt and pulls it off, throwing it behind him somewhere on the floor. "Take care of your daddy."
With shaky fingers, you crawl forward on your hands and knees toward the foot of the bed, where the man that's tormented your dreams and fantasies for months stands. You reach for the band of his sweatpants and lower them slowly to reveal his raging cock. A thick bead of precum beads on his tip. Seungcheol stands still and allows you to take over, as the power imbalance was never the problem, the only problem is how much both of you needed the other. He closes his eyes, groaning in ecstasy and finally succumbing to the sensation of you slowly running your tongue down his shaft.
"Good girl," he praises.
You hum in approval, looking up and catching his lust-filled gaze. His eyes darken, watching as you begin taking him into your mouth. He sighs a long, deep moan of pleasure and gently strokes your hair as you bob your head over his dick, your warm and wet mouth enveloping his rock-hard cock, his eyes train on you the entire time.
He cups your face and pushes himself all the way in your mouth, allowing you to take him all the way down, which you did. You hold it for a few seconds and allow him to pull away as you inhale the air you need so badly. Saliva drips from the corner of your lips, dribbling down your jaw and between your tits.
He grabs the back of your head and gently begins thrusting himself inside your mouth. "That's a good girl," Seungcheol breathes, cradling your face with his rough palms and encouraging your movements, "show daddy how much you want this cock."
Seungcheol swallows harshly when he see how his words make your eyes glisten with tears, a streak of saliva down the sides of your face and neck and dripping down your bare tits and belly. The lewd, slick noises, coming from between your mouth and his cock, made his eyes roll. "G-good g-girl," he praises as he bites his bottom lip and forces himself to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss the view as his cock disappears into your sweet, little mouth over and over. "Suck my cock, good fucking girl."
You fondle his heavy balls in one hand, as you maintain steady strokes up and down his thick length, your spit making the slide of your lips so obscenely loud. "Daddy," you breathe, continuing to stroke him while keeping eye contact and fluttering your eyelashes seductively, "do you like it when I swallow your big, fat cock?"
Seungcheol looks over and gives you a very sexy grin before whispering, "Open your mouth, doll. I'm gonna feed you." You're quick to comply, your lips parting and tongue extending ever so slightly out. He groans softly at the sight, moving his hand faster as his hips start to thrust forward, trying to increase the amount of friction. "Open wide, baby girl. Swallow all of your daddy's milk, okay?" You moan your consent, continuing to suck him, hoping he doesn't have any longer to hold off and release, wanting to see and taste him cum.
"And after that, we're gonna get to the fun part, where daddy gives my favorite girl a new toy to play with," he snarls as the first jet of thick cream hit your lips. You let out a sharp, desperate whine at his promise and grip his thighs, using them to brace yourself for his warm liquid. "Now swallow every last drop," he whispers, running his fingers through your hair lovingly.
You do as you're told, making sure your tongue doesn't miss a drop, his tip still nestled snugly in your mouth. His cum is thick and creamy, with just the right amount of saltiness mixed with sweetness, a perfect combination that was utterly delicious.
He slips out of you with a slight pop, giving you a quick pat on the head and grinning happily as he watches you stick your cum covered finger in your mouth, tasting every inch of him on your tongue. "Go lie down, baby," he said in a thick voice, already helping you back onto the mattress, his palms kneading your ass and coaxing out a few giggles of happiness. "God damn, your ass," he groans as he looks at the soft curves of your body, "it's beautiful. Makes me want to absolutely destroy it."
You felt your breathing getting shallow and fast with anticipation as you see him getting off the bed to grab something in his wallet, before returning and holding the condom for you to see. "As much as I want to fuck you raw and give you the fucking you deserve," he explained, ripping the top of the foil, "we have to be responsible. Got it, baby girl?"
"Yes, daddy."
The whole time he rolls the condom down his cock and grips the base tightly, his gaze never leaves you, looking like a god, standing naked, unashamed and glorious as he looks at his little plaything and fantasies begin to come true. Seungcheol grabs your dildo, placing it beside his cock, he moans a little at the size comparison and slides the toy along your wet, drooling slit.
"Hate to say this," he watches as you push your body up the bed when the dildo glides effortlessly and sinks deeply inside you with ease, your pink folds closing around the silicone, "but good choice on your part, baby girl. But after my cock? None of these will satisfy you."
You whimper from the praise and the fullness of your toy. Your juices are flowing, spilling around the toy and sliding down the sheets as he pumps the silicone length into you with a squelch. His eyes drink the sight of you, moaning as your fists ball the sheets tighter. He throws the dildo on the other side of the bed.
"Turn around."
You're so, lost in the intense, feeling and sensation, but the voice is demanding and you obey. On your hands and knees, your chest laying flat and ass sticking up in the air. He lines the head of his cock against you. Without hesitation he sinks his throbbing head all the way in, eliciting a whine from you. You're tight, delicious, and he doesn't know how long he'll last after all the tension that's built up.
"Shhh, baby," he hisses, pushing in more of himself, feeling your walls sucking him in deeper and deeper. "Does my good girl love her daddy's fat cock?"
He's big, bigger than your dildo and so, unbelievably real. You grip the pillow in front of you as he pushes all the way inside and fill you in a way that not even your sex toys can satisfy. "Y-yes, I love it," you manage, gritting your teeth as you struggle to cope with the sudden feeling of being completely full. It hurts so good.
"Yeah you do," Seungcheol leans to hover on top of you, and kisses your earlobe as he rocks his hips to test your limits, "but do you love it more than that toy, baby? Do you feel fuller?" You mewl and push back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. "Tell daddy. What feels better? Tell me which big, thick cock, you prefer."
"Your cock, daddy! Fuck! So fucking good..." you trail off, burying your head further into the mattress and crying out when the older man grips your hips to slam your backside more firmly against him as he pumps you in an achingly slow, delicious tempo.
The older man groans in pleasure, savoring how hot and wet you are as his dick slides smoothly and effortlessly within you. "Oh yeah, you like that, huh, baby?" He gasps, leaning closer until he can kiss the top of your back. "You want more? I can hear it in those filthy words falling from your pretty lips. Come on, don't hold back baby, tell daddy how bad you want my cock."
Seungcheol doesn't take a break, not slowing as his muscles start to burn. You're begging for him to move. Your request is granted when a needy whine escapes your throat as your hole tightens around the older man's pulsing member. "What is it, baby girl? Say it loud and clear. Do you want me to fuck that sweet pussy?"
"Mmm... daddy, please," you whimper as you try to angle your hips just right for the best possible access and ride, Seungcheol knows exactly what you're asking for, his desire building even more to fuck you the way a daddy should fuck his naughty, little girl.
You bite your lip as you feel his hand slide under you to toy with your clit. "Such a desperate slut you are," he says as he pins your small hand onto the bed with the other. "Taking my dick, rubbing yourself like the horny brat you are." You're whining now as Seungcheol begins thrusting his hips forward. "Come on, baby girl, come on daddy's cock," he murmurs. "Such a pretty little cock slut." His hips begin to buck erratically. "Be a good girl and cum for me, huh? Make daddy happy," the older man groans in between thrusts. He can feel himself growing impossibly harder at the way you clench his shaft with every word, every promise and whisper.
His finger is mercilessly playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and brushing it against his cock. The mix of sensations are overwhelming, the wetness and his thick length rubbing against every nerve, has you already ready to burst, but he won't stop. It's a drug he can't stop craving.
"Cum for me."
"F-fuck!" You scream, losing control as you grip the pillow for dear life, Seungcheol's rocking forcing the air out of your lungs and leaving you breathless as the older man continues to push his way deeper inside you. He pounds hard and relentlessly, with the confidence and ego to match, with no fear that he'll ever hurt you. "Fuck, fuck," you whine.
"Yeah baby girl. Daddy's got you," he reassures you, chasing his own high and nearly purrs at the delicious clench and fluttering of your pussy around his length. "Good girl," Seungcheol commends as you shake in a toe curling climax. It isn't long until he releases himself in the condom with a groan.
It takes the two of you a minute to catch your breaths before Seungcheol slowly pulls out. You watch as he pulls off the condom, tying it shut before he settles back into bed.
"Did I hurt you?" Seungcheol asks, lightly running his fingertips up and down your arm and pressing soft, delicate kisses against your neck and jawline, as if to coax the answer out of you. You feel his heart rate slow, beating rapidly against your back in sync with the pulsing of his hot, cumming member.
You hum and turn to face him. "No, it's just..." you look up at him nervously, his deep-set eyes glossy and glazed over, like melted chocolate.
Seungcheol starts to look nervous. "It's just what?"
"This changes things, doesn't it?" you ask softly, afraid to hear his response and he stops breathing for a moment. "We'll never be the same."
"Not unless you want things to be the same, Y/N," Seungcheol cautions. The gentle giant carefully lifts his arm to allow you to slip beneath the cozy cover of his strong embrace. He intertwines his calloused, working man fingers, with yours and wraps his large body, around you as you snuggle against his solid chest, drawing on the security you needed in his arms. "Or am I misinterpreting this?"
"I've never done this. Fucked my best friend's dad."
"I've never wanted my best friend's daughter before. Kind of a surprise for me too." You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him through half-lidded eyes, the familiar warmth of sleep about to whisk you away, content that, for the next two weeks, the man holding you isn't going to let you go, no matter the circumstances or repercussions.
Seungcheol settles under your familiar touch and looks at you with a soft smile, and a twinkle of delight. He leans in and kisses you chastely before snuggling, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Rest, baby. I promise we'll talk about this later. Together."
You wake up in the middle of the night to your phone vibrating insistently. Blearily you pick up your phone and answer without looking. You shouldn't have answered since you were in the middle of such a great sleep, and you wanted your warm body next to you.
"H-hello?" you yawn.
"My precious daughter!" You hear your father cry through the other line.
"Daddy?" You're bit more awake now that you hear your father's voice on the other line.
Jeonghan heaves a heavy sigh and you hear some background voices calling to your dad, making sure everything is all right. "Are you at the beach house already? I tried calling Cheol but he didn't answer. Maybe he fell asleep in the other room."
At the mention of the name of the man beside you, your cheeks burn brightly. He's sleeping naked with his arms under the pillow, exposing his strong, toned body. As if he hear his name, he sleepily reaches around until his hand meets your body and he's pulling you into his arms. You yelp softly as your father hears the noise.
"Everything okay, darling?"
"Yeah, of course daddy," you grin and nuzzled the back of your head against his muscled chest. "Just tired since it's like 2am."
"Oh my bad," your father said. "I thought you would be raging all night with Jinmi, Jongho and whatever folks you were planning to meet for the night. Sorry for waking you."
You shook your head even though he couldn't see it. "I was tired. Didn't really want to stay out that late, it was honestly a nice night by myself."
Seungcheol wakes behind you. Not fully, just enough that you feel the pressure of him sliding his large, warm body around you so you are enveloped in his arms. And his hot, naked erection slides along the seam of your ass.
"Did you need anything, Daddy?" You shiver a little, whispering the last word softly and noticing the slight tension in the man holding you and the slight stir. You hear him inhale sharply. You turn your head, lifting a sleepy gaze at Seungcheol. His eyes are still closed, although the slight smirk on his lips is there. Did he realize who you're speaking with?
"Oh yeah!" Jeonghan snaps. "I actually managed to get a few days off and I'm heading up there as soon as I can. Probably be there sometime tomorrow afternoon. Wanted to be a part of that old beach house gang! Can you tell Cheol? The dude needs to pick up his damn phone."
You pressed the mute button quickly and look up at the man cradling you, eyes wide.
Seungcheol shifts, rising slightly onto his elbow, his eyelids heavy with fatigue and a boyish glint, as he gazes down at you. "Yes, doll?" he says in that voice that sends tingles straight to your core.
"Seungcheol...my dad is coming to the beach house."
I read your taeyong fic off limits so many times I'm sure I memorized that fic line by line . It's so good and pleasing to read you wrote so well . when you will continue ncit series I'm waiting for the rest of them as well
Oh, thank you! I’m glad you like it!
I was taking a small break from writing for NCT because I was waiting for contract renewals and all that jazz. But because our wonderful 127 have all renewed, I’m going to be writing for NCT again. I’m currently working on Yuta’s and Jaehyuns fics. As for a timeframe for when they’ll be released? Sometime in September to November? I’m in quite a few collab projects so I have to prioritize those. But I promise that I’ll get back to writing NCIT series ❤️
Linda do you know about the fanfic writer leejenowrld issue ? What are you feeling about this
Hi anon! I don't really know who that writer is (Like i literally don't who they are) and I don't know exactly what the issue is (like i really don't know at all). I'm kinda out of the loop lately and I try to stay out of tumblr drama.
i just wanted to say that i literally love your blog theme, it's so refreshing ✨
Oh thank you! I tend to switch up the colors and masterlists banners about every 6 months freshen things up but I really appreciate that you like it. I really like your blog theme too! The ducks and the yellow are a nice breath of fresh air 💚
A sun-drenched afternoon by the pool leaves Seungcheol’s drenched white t-shirt burned into your mind. But when the villa finally goes quiet, the playful tension shifts into something far more intense, loud, and impossible for the rest of the group to ignore.
PAIRINGS | Choi Seungcheol x F. Reader
GENRE | smut, pwp
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
CONTENT/WARNINGS | non-idols au, swearing, kissing, caressing, unprotective sex (wrap it up folks), oral sex, penetrative sex, hair grabbing, body worship, dirty talk, creampies,
AUTHOR’S NOTE | Because I've been feral for Cheol lately.
Seventeen Masterlist | Main Masterlist
The midday heat at the villa is intense, but nobody seems to care. Seungcheol’s friends—all twelve of them—has turned the backyard pool into an absolute battleground of splashes, chaotic chicken fights, and echoing laughter. You're sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, nursing a cold drink and just taking it all in, when Seungcheol finally hauls himself out of the water.
He's wearing a simple, thin white t-shirt that he foolishly left on when he got pushed into the deep end earlier. Now, the fabric's completely drenched, turning entirely translucent and clinging relentlessly to every line of his chest and abs. As he walks towards you, running a hand through his dripping hair, the wet fabric stretches tight across his broad shoulders.
He stops right in front of your chair, blocking the sun, a breathless, boyish grin plastered on his face.
"Having fun just watching?" he teases, his voice a little raspy from yelling over the music. He leans down, pressing a deliberately cold, wet kiss to your cheek, leaving a damp patch on your skin.
You swallow hard, your eyes involuntarily darting down to the way the wet cotton traces the definition of his torso, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Your heart does a sudden, violent flip.
"Yeah," you manage, your voice a little tighter than usual as you look back up into his dark eyes. "A lot of fun."
He chuckles, entirely oblivious—or maybe entirely aware—of the effect he's having, before being dragged back into the chaos by Seokmin and Mingyu. But for the rest of the afternoon, no matter how loud the guys got, your eyes keep tracking that damp white shirt.
Hours later, the villa finally went quiet. The guys crashed in their respective rooms, exhausted from a day in the sun and a heavy dinner.
You're sitting on the edge of the bed in the room you and Seungcheol share, the cool air conditioning humming softly in the background. The door clicks open, and Seungcheol walks in, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a loose pair of gray sweatpants. His hair is damp again, but this time it smells of the villa’s sharp, clean soap.
He lets out a long sigh of relief, stretching his arms over his head before looking at you. "Man, I love them, but they are exhausting. I'm so glad we finally have some quiet—" he stops mid-sentence, noticing the way your gaze was fixed on him. "What?"
"Nothing," you say quickly, but your eyes betray you, tracing the lines of his chest and stomach, the memory of the wet t-shirt still burning into your mind.
He moves closer, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. The air in the room suddenly feels thicker. "No, it's not nothing," he says, his voice lower now. "You've been looking at me like that since this afternoon. Ever since the pool."
Heat floods your cheeks. You open your mouth to deny it, to say something, anything, but he's already closing the distance between you. He kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking slow circles on your skin. "What were you thinking about?"
You swallow, your breath hitching. "The... the wet t-shirt," you admit, the words barely a whisper.
His smile widens, a flicker of pride and amusement in his eyes. "Just the shirt?" he pushes, leaning in until his lips are just a breath away from yours. "Or what was under it?"
You let out a shaky breath. "Both."
"Good," he whispers against your mouth before finally kissing you. It isn't soft. It's deep and hungry, a kiss that's been waiting all day to happen. His hands slide from your knees up your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the bed.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless. He looks at you, his eyes dark with a question he doesn't need to ask. You answer by reaching for the hem of your own shirt and pulling it over your head in one smooth motion. His gaze drops, and the last of the playful energy in the room evaporates, replaced by something much more intense.
"Much better," he breathes, leaning in to press a trail of kisses down your neck, his hands exploring the newly exposed skin of your waist and back.
"Cheol, the guys—" you start, your head tipping back to give him better access.
"Don't care," he mumbles against your collarbone, his hands moving around to your stomach, tracing the edge of your shorts. "Let them hear. They should know what happens when my girlfriend comes on a trip with me."
You can't help the small laugh that escapes, but it's quickly cut off by a gasp as he lifts you effortlessly, moving you further back on the bed and hovering over you.
He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of adoration and raw desire. "Now, where were we?" he asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer before leaning down to kiss you again, slow and deep, while his hands work to remove the last barriers between your skin and his.
His thumbs hooks into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs with a deliberate slowness that made your breath catch. The fabric whispers against your skin before being discarded onto the floor. The cool air of the room is a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, and you shivered, though not from the cold.
Seungcheol’s eyes followed the path of his hands as they travels back up your legs, skimming over your knees, your thighs, settling on your hips. He watches you, cataloging every tiny reaction—the way your stomach tightens, the soft sigh that escapes your lips.
His touch is reverent, almost worshipful, as he leans down to press a kiss just below your navel. Then another, lower still, on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You tangle your fingers in the damp hair at the nape of his neck, a silent encouragement.
He responds by parting your legs gently, settling between them, as he looks up at you. "I'm okay with you screaming for me, baby," he murmurs, his breath warm against your most sensitive skin. "But if you really need to muffle your screams, we can use your pretty panties." he says before he hooks a finger into your panties, pulling them down your legs. "Love eating you out," he confesses, his voice vibrating against you. He then dives in, eating you out like a starved man.
"Cheol," you gasp, your back arching off the bed as he set a devastating rhythm.
He's relentless, using his tongue, his lips, every part of himself to push you higher. He eats you out with the same focused intensity he applies to everything else, as if making you fall apart is the most important thing in the world. One of his hands slide up your body, finding yours, and your fingers lace together, a grounding anchor in the sea of sensation he's creating.
The sounds you're making are uninhibited now, soft cries and gasps filling the quiet room. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach, a delicious, dizzying spiral. "Cheol, I—"
"I know, baby," he mumbles against you, not stopping. "Let go. I've got you."
His words are the final push you need. The tension snaps, and pleasure crashes over you in a blinding wave. You cry out his name, your body shaking as he works you through it, drawing out every last bit of sensation until you're limp and breathless on the bed.
He kisses his way back up your body, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts before finally reaching your lips. The kiss is slow and deep, tasting of you and him.
When he pulls back, he's smiling, a soft, triumphant look in his eyes. He's still wearing those damn gray sweatpants, and you're suddenly overwhelmed with the need to get rid of them.
"You're still wearing too many clothes," you whisper, your hands sliding down his back to the waistband of his sweatpants. He lets out a soft hum of approval as you tug them down, freeing him.
Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, hard and ready for you. You wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly, watching as his head tips back and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
"Fuck," he breathes, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. "Keep doing that and this'll be over before it starts."
You smile, a slow, satisfied smirk. "We can't have that, can we?"
With a strength that never fails to surprise you, he flips you over, pulling your hips up until you're on your hands and knees. He runs a hand over the curve of your ass, a low, appreciative sound in his throat.
"Seungcheol," you breathe, pushing back against him.
"I'm right here, baby," he murmurs, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, a shared gasp filling the room as he stretches and fills you completely. He pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust, before starting to move.
The pace he set is deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his harsh breaths.
"God, you feel so good," he grits out, one hand gripping the headboard for leverage, the other splayed across your back. "So fucking good."
You can't form words, can only push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The bed's rocking beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with a soft thud, thud, thud that's a perfect counterpoint to the rhythm he's setting.
You bury your face in the pillows to muffle your cries, his hand skimming up your spine. "I know you feel good baby, but don't forget to breathe," he says, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. "I want to hear you."
You turn your head to the side, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Harder, Cheol," you manage to get out. "Please."
Your plea seems to flip a switch in him. The careful control he's been exercising shatters, replaced by a raw, primal need. With a guttural groan, he tightens his grip on your hips and drive into you, the force of it stealing the air from your lungs.
The pace is punishing, a relentless rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall with a new, desperate urgency. The sound is loud, unmistakable, and a tiny, hazy part of your brain hopes the villa walls are thicker than they seem. But the rest of you, the part being utterly consumed by Seungcheol, doesn't care at all.
"That what you wanted, baby?" he rasps, his voice straining with the effort. His hands move from your hips, one wrapping around to find your clit, the other tangling in your hair, gently pulling your head back. "You wanted me to fuck you so hard the whole house hears?"
"Yes," you choke out, the word almost unintelligible. "Yes, Cheol, don't stop."
He growls in response, a low, possessive sound from deep in his chest. He doesn't stop. The pressure on your clit is perfect, circling in time with his brutal thrusts, and you can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge again. Your knuckles are white where you're gripping the sheets, your entire body wound tight with anticipation.
"I want you to come for me," he commands, his breath hot against your ear. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."
His words are your undoing. The world splinters, your vision going white as your orgasm rip through you. You scream into the pillow, your body convulsing with the force of it, your inner walls clamping down around him.
He follows you over the edge seconds later. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and come with a hoarse shout of your name. His body shudders against yours, and for a long moment, the only sound in the room is the ragged sound of your breathing as you both come down from the high.
He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms and spooning you from behind. He's still inside you, a warm, heavy weight that's surprisingly comforting. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder.
"You okay?" he murmurs, his voice rough and spent.
You hum contentedly, wiggling back against him. "More than okay," you whisper, turning your head to look at him. His face is flushed, his hair a mess, and he has the most ridiculously satisfied smile on his face.
"Good," he says, kissing you softly. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
And the moment the words leave his mouth, you both hear a banging on the door.
"For the love of God, will you two please shut up!" came Joshua's muffled, but very annoyed, shout from the hallway. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Seungcheol just laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that you feel in your own chest. He pulls the covers over both of you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Next time, we get a private villa," he whispers. "No friends."
You cuddle closer to him, a lazy smile on your face. "Next time," you agree, already looking forward to it.
