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RAAAAAA 🐺🐺 nothing makes me happier than enemies to lovers hate fucking

WHEN THE WOLVES TAKE YOU AWAY

✿ boo seungkwan x f!reader ❀ summary: the boy your brother, jeonghan, has been stringing along joins you in the bathroom to confront you. ✿ wc is approx. 4.6k ❀ genre: smut, enemy/rival/hate sex, bathroom sex ✿ warnings: degradation, use of derogatory words (slut, bitch, etc), derogatory petnames (puppy). hair pulling (male receiving), choking (male receiving), biting (male receiving). mentions of sexual hunger, collars. mentions of a relationship between jeonghan x seungkwan. everyone in this fic is fucked up. reader is mean during sex. boys that wear makeup & whimper. ❀ rating: 18+, minors do not interact. this fic has a lot, so please pay attention and be mindful of the warnings. if you feel any should be added, please tell me. ✿ note: inspired by dpr ian's "don't go insane".

he comes in when you’re busy trying to fix your mascara.

you’re leaning so close to the mirror that the counter is digging into you uncomfortably, eyes wide and head tilted as you try to gently swipe at your bleeding mascara. it’s so hot in the house, from both the amount of dancing, grinding bodies and the outside weather. walking into the house felt like you were walking into a sauna, the bathroom being a cold paradise compared to the rest of the house.

you bite down on your lip in concentration, fingernail gently pressing against the smudge and trying to dab it away. you don’t want to have to get a wet towel to fix it, don’t want to chance ruining the rest of the look; you can’t walk around with smeared mascara, either.

sighing, you give up on your mascara. the lights were all dimmed in the house anyways. no one would notice unless they were extremely close. you grab your bag and take out your vanilla chapstick.

you were placing the wax of the chapstick against your lower lip when the doorknob squeaked, alerting you that someone was trying to get in. you flix your eyes up to watch the door open through the mirror, and then he walks in.

boo seungkwan shuts the door as quickly as he opened it, a sharp glare on his face. he looks cute, even all pissed off like this. he isn’t wearing any color besides black, a stark contradiction to how he usually dresses. his lips are pouted, glistening with gloss. you can’t see well, having kept the overhead bathroom light off and opting to just turn on the mirror light, but you can make out the dark eyeshadow smeared around his eyelids. he’s got a choker on, reminding you of a puppy. he’s cute.

you raise your brows at him before focusing on yourself once more.

“you slut,” he hisses, the words spat from his mouth as if they were venomous. “you fucking told me the wrong address.”

“whoops,” you say, dryly. “my bad.”

he scoffs. seungkwan moves towards the mirror. you put your chapstick back into your bag, withdrawing your lip gloss instead. you twist the wand off. “don’t know why you’re fixing your makeup,” seungkwan sneers. he leans next to you, eyes on his face. he lifts an elegant hand, long fingers brushing against his bangs. “you look like a bitch regardless.”

you grin, capping your gloss and popping your lips. you look at seungkwan in the mirror, noting how his eyes followed the shape of your mouth. “you’re one to talk, kwannie. all dolled up, lip gloss and a choker. makes me wonder just who it’s for.”

seungkwan’s eyes snap to your face, glaring once more. “shut up.”

“you’re just his pet, you know,” you say, noncommittal. “but i guess you did know that, showing up in a collar like a little puppy.”

“shut up--”

“is that it?” you carry on, putting your lip gloss back into the bag. you begin adjusting your hair, not looking at him, not giving him the time of day. “you wanna be jeonghan’s little puppy?”

seungkwan curses you. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i don’t?” you ask. you raise your brows at him again. “i don’t know what my brother’s doing? he’s leading you on, cute little kwannie. and you’re letting him pull you around like a dog. you gonna get on your knees for him, too? gonna bark?”

“you’re just a rancid bitch.”

you shrug, finally pulling back from the mirror. “i’m not the one cornering someone in the bathroom.”

seungkwan scoffs, jaw jutting out and eyes rolling. he crosses his arms in front of his chest. the choker has a little jewel that dangles from it. the jewel bounces as seungkwan moves. “i wouldn’t have to do this if you’d stop being a dick.”

“you’re just so cute when you’re angry,” you say, clicking your tongue at him. you give him a faux pout. “our little seungkwannie~ all cute and angry. barking like a little dog angry he didn’t get his treat.”

“bitch,” seungkwan hisses, and then he’s pushing you against the counter. you gasp, startled; despite how long this tension had been going on, despite how long you and seungkwan have hated each other’s guts, he’s never done this -- never gotten physical.

seungkwan traps you against the counter, face close to yours. you can see there’s a layer of glitter over his eyelids, smeared over his cheekbones. your eyes dance around his face. “aw, you’re even wearing makeup. you really think you’re someone special, don’t you? you think this is what it’s gonna take to reel jeonghan in.”

“you--”

“bitch,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes at seungkwan. “yes, i’m aware. i’ve told you over and over to give up on whatever you think you and jeonghan have.”

“and i’ve told you to shut the fuck up.”

he’d look cute with a little nose stud, you think. he’s got such a cute nose. despite all his anger, despite how much bitchiness can fit in him, he’s such a pretty boy.

“you don’t know anything about jeonghan and me.”

you tilt your head. his arms tense on either side of you as you raise your hands, grabbing his loose black shirt and tugging minutely. “yeah? just how i don’t know that he bought that choker for you? just how i don’t know he buys you only shirley temples, that he cancels on your little dates more often than he goes just so he can keep stringing you on. just like how i don’t know that this is all just a little game for him.

“and you know it,” you carry on, plucking his shirt out from his belt. “you know jeonghan is stringing you along. but you’re just a desperate little whore, aren’t you, kwannie? so desperate for whatever he’ll give you.”

“you don’t know anything,” he hisses again. but his brows are furrowed, mouth pushed out in a pout. his breath his minty, teeth white. there’s an eyelash on his cheekbone. “you don’t know anything about me.”

you mirror his pout, rounding your eyes and trying your best to appear pitiful. “i don’t?”

you move one of your hands from his shirt. you keep one against him, pressing against his side through the silk fabric. he goes still when you raise your hand to his cheek, mouth parted, nose flaring.

“i know you’re hungry,” you say. you scrape your nails against his cheek, uncaring if the scratch is painful. “or you think you are. you want. you see our big house and want it, you see my brother and want him. you want so desperately that you’ll take anything. but you’re just a puppy, kwannie. you don’t know what it means to really be hungry.”

he scoffs; the two of you are so close that you can feel his warm breath. “and you do.”

you smirk at him. “you just want a big house to roam around in and a hand to grip your cock. you’re not truly hungry. you’re just a cute little puppy that needs a guiding hand.”

seungkwan audibly gasps at your words, eyes widening. he’s got you trapped against the counter but there’s no mistaking who truly is in power between the two of you. you scrape your nails against his skin, catching the eyelash. “i’m going to let you in on a little secret, pet. you’re just a little puppy who wants. me and jeonghan? we’re the fucking wolves that are going to devour you whole.”

your hand flies to his hair, and then you’re gripping it tightly. he chokes against nothing for a moment, surprise lighting up his features as you tug at his hair. you pull his head back, bearing the line of seungkwan’s throat.

then you’re on him. your mouth finds the curve of his shoulder, where it meets his neck, and you bite down.

seungkwan cries out, and you roll your tongue against his skin to soothe the bite.

“you fucking --”

“aw,” you whine in false sympathy, “you think that was a hard bite? did that hurt you? just goes to show you’re just a little pup who can’t handle true hunger.”

seungkwan goes to say something, but then you’re biting him again. you love the feel of his flesh beneath his teeth, love how you can feel his stomach shake as he tries to keep his sweet whimpers quiet.

“you --”

you scrape your nails over his scalp, sinking your head to the back of his neck and holding. “you knew what you were going. you knew what you were doing, coming in this bathroom with me all alone. the little puppy wants someone to take care of him, and you don’t care who it is. as long as it’s anyone’s hand other than your own.”

seungkwan’s jaw clenches. the hand on his shirt travels, and you find your way underneath his shirt to press against his skin. he’s soft beneath the shirt, flesh forgiving and warm under your touch as you grab at his hips.

you pull his head back, baring his throat again. he instinctively tenses when your mouth presses against his skin. this time, however, you suck at him. you suck at his skin, your hand traveling down to skim along his belt. now seungkwan begins to whine and gasp, body sinking close to you.

“this want you want?” you ask, mouth against his skin. “want me to take care of you, baby?”

seungkwan’s still for a moment. you can hear the party beyond the bathroom door. you can hear choi seungcheol’s playlist from where it spears through the speakers. you can picture the rest of the house, loud and filthy with bodies that frantically grind and slide against one another. you can practically see the rest of the house occupants, can see how pathetic they are with their lust and want.

seungkwan is biting down on his lip when you pull away, raising your brows in question. he ducks his head, bangs concealing his eyes. “jeonghan --”

“doesn’t care,” you interject. you shift your hand against the back of his throat. you squeeze, just enough to remind him of you, to remind him that it’s you pressed against his body. “if he cared he’d be looking for you, would’ve come after you five minutes ago. instead you’re here, with me. instead you’ve got my teeth against your skin, ready to devour.”

seungkwan lets out a breath, and then he’s nodding.

you smile at him, though there’s no joy in it. you can feel that hunger within you grow and grow, traveling from your groin to your heart and to your brain, can feel it taking over and claiming you.

your hand leaves his neck, and then your hands are at his belt. you make quick work of the thin leather, sliding it off and tossing it onto the marble floor. next is the button of his pants, and then you’re pulling his skin-tight jeans down to his thighs.

his underwear is black, and when you press your hand against his bulge you can feel where his tip leaked against his underwear. you laugh, breathless. he really didn’t care whose hand was down his pants.

seungkwan lets out a shaky breath, head low. his body bows as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, and you can feel his nose press against your neck. he’s got his arms around you, hands still against the counter and keeping him from putting his weight entirely against you.

you rub his dick through his underwear, lazy and uncaring. he isn’t the biggest dick you’ve ever held, nor the thickest. but you can imagine his dick in your cunt, stretching it just right; can imagine how pretty it is, how it would be just as pretty as the rest of him.

he whines and moans in your ear as you stroke his clothed dick. his whines and moans are so fucking cute, and you're desperate to hear more of them. you swipe your thumb over the head, pressing down against his slit through the fabric. you run your hand from the tip to the base, feeling where his balls hang and rubbing them roughly before traveling back up his cock.

seungkwan is loud. you knew he was noisy ordinarily, knew his voice often preceded him. he was loud even in this, whines loud in your ear, even those he tries to choke back. his hips try and buck into your hand, try to grind against you, but every time seungkwan tries to take even a centimeter of control you retract your hand.

“cute,” you say, laughing harshly. “whining like a little puppy, all desperate.”

“asshole,” he breathes, though there’s no real bite to it; how could there be, when your hand was perfectly rubbing against his dick?

you keep stroking him through his underwear. there’s a large wet patch against the fabric from where his tip keeps leaking. you pay special attention to that area, pressing your thumb down against his head and stroking it. he says something; you can’t make it out.

“louder,” you say, “gotta speak up, baby.”

he pants for a moment, loud in your ear. and then: “please.”

you laugh, delighted. “aw! little puppy is so desperate, is he? wants something to fuck, wants to cum. that it, puppy? want me to let you fuck me, want me to let you cum in my cunt? i bet you do. i bet you want to stick your little cock in my warm pussy. hm? wanna stick your poor little dick in my cunt?”

seungkwan sobs, obnoxious and whiny and cute. he jerks against you, arms tightening around your body, and then wetness is spreading through his underwear.

your brow furrows for a moment, and then you’re lifting your hand off of his underwear. you hook your hands in the waistband, and then you’re pulling the fabric down to bunch at his thighs with his pants.

“no--” he murmurs, voice breaking. “embarrassing.”

you laugh loudly. his underwear is sticky and wet with his cum, and when you wrap your hand around his limp dick that, too, is sticky and wet.

he whines and shivers. he's so fucking cute. you click your tongue, hands smoothing over his thighs to grab at his ass. seungkwan tucks his head into your neck, mouth against your skin. “it’s embarrassing.”

“you bet it is,” you say, nails digging into his plump cheeks. “cumming in your pants like a teenager. can’t even hold off long enough to get your dick in me, hm? now what will we do, kwannie? i’m all wet and soaking my underwear but you’ve already cum in your pants. how disappointing.”

seungkwan huffs, and he pulls from your neck. his eyes are sharp, brow furrowed. “you’re such a bitch,” he says.

and then seungkwan is grabbing at your skirt. he pops the button of your skirt and then he’s pulling both your skirt and underwear down down down.

you hop back onto the counter. you kick off your skirt and underwear, and then seungkwan is stepping between them. he places his hands on your thighs. his hands aren’t big necessarily; instead, his fingers are long and thin and elegant. they sink into the plush of your thighs, thumbs rubbing at your inner flesh.

you toss your head back, extending an arm to drape your wrist over his shoulder. “you better not be disappointing,” you say, referencing him cumming in his pants as if that hadn’t been your plan the entire time. “if you’re going to put your fingers in my cunt you better fucking mean it. you fuck up even once and then i’m gonna leave you here all alone, gonna leave you standing here in the bathroom with a cold dick and no pussy to warm it.”

seungkwan glares at you, but nods. he runs one hand along your thigh, pushing it out and bearing your cunt to the room. you can’t help but shiver; your cunt is hot and wanting, and the room is cool and empty.

seungkwan looks down at your pussy wordlessly, eyes jumping back and forth as he just looks.

you scoff, moving your hand to grip at the little strands near the base of his neck and pulling. he gasps, mouth parting, and you use the grip to angle his face so you could look him in the eye. “what the fuck are you doing, seungkwan? have you never seen a pussy before or what?”

“i have --”

“then fucking get in there,” you snap, “stop acting like a virgin.”

seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s moving the hand on your thigh. you relax your grip on his hair as his fingers near your cunt. he hesitates for a moment.

you roll your eyes. “my pussy’s not gonna bite you, holy shit boo seungkwan --”

“shut the fuck up,” he hisses.

seungkwan sinks a single finger into you. his finger is thin and the stretch is slight. still, you can’t help the soft little sigh as that finger sinks deeper and deeper, up until it’s completely buried in your cunt.

“all right?”

you raise your brows at him. “if you’re going to be soft during this then --”

seungkwan sinks another finger in, and this time your eyes flutter and you bite down at your lip. the stretch is more, stinging slightly as he slides the second finger in. he stills as you keep your eyes shut, relishing in the slight ache of your cunt stretching to accommodate his fingers.

you open your eyes. seungkwan is looking at you. his eyes are darting up and down your face, taking you in.

you raise a brow. “well?”

seungkwan huffs, and then he’s crooking his fingers forward, towards your belly button, searching. you roll your hips with him, helping. when his fingers brush against that bundle you can’t help the way your mouth drops, fingers and toes curling, nails scraping against his neck.

seungkwan steadily fucks his fingers into your cunt, hitting your core with each press. your hips shift each time to meet his fingers.

he pushes a third finger in, and this time you let out a moan at the stretch. you love the sting of it, love how your cunt aches. it’s a feeling that has you fucking onto his fingers, seeking more and more.

“come on,” you hiss, glaring at him. “make me feel it, seungkwan.”

seungkwan begins thrusting his fingers into your pussy in earnest. you can feel the slap of his fist against your pussy, can feel how it stings. if you two don’t get around to fucking you’ll still feel sore from his fingers, you know, and how harshly he’s fucking them into you.

“that’s enough of that,” you say. seungkwan pulls his fingers from your pussy. they glisten with your juices, and seungkwan’s face morphs into one of disgust.

“ugh,” you say, “just wipe them off. don’t be a baby. it’s just cunt juice.”

seungkwan reaches behind you, using his clean hand to turn on the water tap. you sigh, loudly, as he rinses off his dirty hand and uses the towel.

“you’re such a baby,” you mumble.

“you’re a dick,” he shoots back. he hovers before you, not touching. he looks hesitant, unsure.

you roll your eyes. “well? are you going to fuck me or do i need to find someone else?”

seungkwan rubs at his dick. he winces, still sensitive from cumming earlier. but he fucks into his fist a few times, until precum is dribbling from the tip. he moves to you and then hesitates.

“what’d you stop?” you demand, raising your brows. you reach out, grabbing his hips and moving him close. “fucking scared?”

“shut up,” he murmurs, throwing you a glare. “just -- a condom? protection?”

you groan in exaggeration, and then you reach over the sink to grab your bag. you push things around for a moment before withdrawing a condom, dropping it onto the counter.

seungkwan fumbles with the wrapper for a few moments. eventually you grab it out of his hands, tearing it open. “fuck. can’t even fucking open a condom wrapper, dumbass. need me to put it on you too?”

he begins to say something, but you wrap your hand around his dick anyways. he chokes, and you focus on sliding the condom down along his length. “there. anything else you can’t do? need me to fucking tell you how to stick it in?”

seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s grabbing you. his hands are on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around his middle. seungkwan takes his dick in hand and slowly, almost gently, begins to penetrate you.

you can’t help but hiss a little at the sting. again: he isn’t the largest you’ve ever had, but he’s still enough to stretch out the walls of your pussy.

seungkwan pauses at your little noise of discomfort. you growl at him, hands reaching up and grabbing his hair and pulling. “don’t fucking stop,” you command. “don’t fucking stop until i tell you, asshole.”

jaw clenched, seungkwan sinks in the rest of the way. it stings; it hurts. it’s all so good, so delicious, and you wait hardly a moment before rolling your hips and sinking further onto his cock.

“fuck --”

“fuck me,” you say, nails digging slightly into his scalp.

seungkwan looks up at you. his eyes are wide, eyeshadow smeared along his temple. “but -- don’t you need to --”

“i said to fuck me,” you demanded. “i told you to do what i say. you want? you want to be in my cunt so bad? you want someone wrapped around your dick so bad you’ll fucking crawl like a dog for them, let them buy you a collar? then you fucking do what i say, boo seungkwan. you do what i tell you and when i tell you. you fucking do what i say. got that?”

he nods, biting down on his lip. his hands grip your hips, and then he’s rolling his hips, cock sliding against your walls. the drag is smooth due to your juices and the lubrication fo the condom. it’s almost too smooth.

you didn’t want seungkwan to fuck you for wholesomeness, for him to be gentle. you want him to fuck you.

“if you don’t start fucking me i’m going to leave you here,” you say.

seungkwan curses under his breath, calling you some name. he pulls most of the way out, the drag of his dick making your head fall back and toes curl. then sharply, meanly, he fucks into you. the contact stings, you know it’ll hurt later. but you crave it, are hungry for it.

“that’s it,” you say, clenching your teeth. “fuck me like that.”

seungkwan nods. you slide your hand down his head, and then you’re grabbing at that stupid choker. you sink your fingers between the band and his skin, hooking them and tugging at the choker.

seungkwan groans, eyes fluttering.

you laugh at him, pulling the choker against his throat again. “you like that? like being choked, baby?”

he nods. his lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. you can see his natural blush from underneath his makeup, can see his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. his lips are pursed. he’s so cute.

“here’s the deal,” you say. “make me orgasm and i’ll choke you. make me cum around your cute little dick and i’ll choke you.”

seungkwan tenses, a soft little noise leaving his throat. and then he’s fucking you.

every single thrust stings. he fucks you as if he’s rushed, as if he as intent. seungkwan fucks you as if he doesn’t just want it but hungers for it, as if he’s starving and your cunt is the meal, as if he’s desperate for fulfillment and only you can give it .

the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the bathroom, seungkwan’s moans loud. you have to hold onto his shoulders, have to relax your body and just let him use it, let him use you.

and you fucking love it.

it hurts, and it’s a delightful sort of pain that makes tangles together with the need that tingles in your groin. his balls slap against your asscheeks, and fuck how you want it.

“come on,” you say, voice low. seungkwan shivers as you speak. “make me cum, baby.”

seungkwan slips his fingers down and down, and then the pads of his fingers are pressing against your clit. for a moment he just slips his fingers aimlessly, your cunt absolutely drenched. then seungkwan focuses, and he begins rubbing at the sensitive spots on either side of your clit, each stroke of his fingers paired with his fucking into you.

the tingling sensation of your lower body grows and grows, your hunger taking over. you were going to devour seungkwan. it didn’t matter when, didn’t matter if it happened now -- because one day you will absolutely swallow him whole. you’ve had a taste of him and that only validated your hunger. it made you so fucking hungry that you couldn’t handle it. you were going to devour him, going to make him yours.

you orgasmed with a cry, mouth falling open and nails digging into his flesh. your cunt gripped seungkwan’s cock tight, fluid gushing from your cunt and onto the counter, staining it.

seungkwan was moaning as your cunt clenched around him, brows furrowed and lips pouting. he looked to pitiful, trapped by you.

you pushed him back, and immediately you missed the feeling of his dick stretching you out. that didn’t matter. you fisted his cock, ignoring the condom; your other hand went to the back of his choker, and then you were tugging it again.

seungkwan groaned, eyes fluttering. you began pumping his cock in your fist, fast and crude. you pulled at his choker, giving him relief intermittently, cutting off his air flow only minutely.

“like my hand around your dick?” you asked, snickering. “hm? like it when i’m letting you fuck my fist?”

he nods, but you scold him. when seungkwan speaks his voice is horse and desperate. “yes. yes, i like it .i like it so much, want it -- want you so much.”

you smile, triumphant. “yeah? you’re my little puppy, aren’t you? my little fucktoy. say it, kwannie. say you’re mine.”

seungkwan whimpers, the sound making your cunt clench. “yours,” he cries out, “fucking -- yours!”

“gonna get you a new collar,” you say, tugging it again. “gonna get you a better collar, baby. show you off. you’d like that, like knowing you’re wanted. wouldn’t you?”

seungkwan nods. you’re on a high, adrenaline rushing through your veins. your smile never your face, broad and glimmering like a wolf’s.

he comes with a sob, and you can feel how his cock pumps out cum into the condom. you continue fucking him through it. “so fucking pretty, kwannie. pretty baby with a pretty little cock. gonna fucking ruin you, kwannie. gonna fucking make you mine.”

his makeup is running down his face. his eyeshadow is smeared from his tears, and there’s glitter around his mouth and on his jaw. you’d kiss him if he deserved it.

instead you laugh at him, pushing him away. you grab your panties and skirt. your thighs are soaked with your fluids, but you pull up your skirt nonetheless. you don’t bother to check your makeup, knowing it’s ruined, knowing everyone in the house probably knew what you had been doing already.

you grab seungkwan’s shirt, pulling him close. you grin up at him, pushing your underwear into his pocket. “very good, little puppy. very good.”

and then you turn around and walk out of the bathroom, leaving seungkwan leaning against the counter, eyes wide and watching.

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moonfog inn [02/03]

content: content: seventeen + ateez x hotel owner! reader, fluff, angst, smut; fantasy au, magic au. more info to be updated in individual fics.

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[part one: midnight moon hotel] [part three: tech pods]

bard! jihoon x witch! reader [angst, smut]

jihoon didn’t believe in love. he was too busy accompanying his party, making music, and fighting monsters for love. that all changes when he meets you. suddenly, everything jihoon feared was coming true and for once in his life, he didn’t know what to do.

wizard! mingyu x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

mingyu was the clumsiest wizard in the kingdom. being his old classmate, you welcome him into your inn late at night after he had been chased by some orcs. two pints of beer at three am leads to confessions being spilt and the entangling of two bodies.

elf! minghao x witch! reader [smut]

elves hated witches. they insulted you at any chance, sabotaged your businesses, refused to be anywhere near you— you get the idea. so when minghao, an elf– your mortal enemy, stood at your door; covered in blood, one couldn’t blame you for being surprised.

fairy! seokmin x witch! reader [angst, smut]

he was a ray of sunshine and brought life everywhere he went. seokmin always made you smile when he came to the inn and performed with jihoon. but when you find him standing at your door, tears streaming down his cheeks, something changes.

fae! seungkwan x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

it’s interesting, how seungkwan enjoys coming to your inn to either take naps, perform, or gossip with you. he never stayed the night because, well, he felt like he had no reason to. tonight, however, he found himself finally finding one.

nymph! hongjoong x witch! reader [angst, smut]

you’ve had a crush on hongjoong for years, but he had his eyes on the fairy prince, seonghwa the entire time you’ve known him. so when the royal wedding is announced, hongjoong finds himself absolutely devastated and runs for your comfort.

healer! seonghwa x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

seonghwa owned a clinic near your inn and was the most well-known healer around. however, he finds himself cursed with a spell he could not break. hongjoong then reminds him that you were the most powerful witch in the kingdom.

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haosweater · 2 months

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midnight moon hotel [01/03]

content: seventeen + ateez x hotel owner! reader, fluff, angst, smut; fantasy au, monster au. more info to be updated in individual fics.

summary: as the owner and receptionist of a hotel, you’re very quickly thrown into a world of gossip, drama, magic, and monsters as you meet guest from all over the world. however, there are a few that you remember particularly well. here are their stories.

note: part one of a three part series [with both seventeen and ateez members] about owning some sort of a hotel in different universes :) hope you guys enjoy this one. do let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! i’ll be posting the other two parts later!

[part two: moonfog inn] [part three: tech pods]

werewolf! seungcheol x vampire! reader [fluff, smut]

seungcheol is the calmest werewolf you’ve ever met. he’s kind, a gentleman, and goes out of his way to help you. tonight, you notice he’s nowhere to be found, which was rather strange. ah, you remember why now. it’s mating season.

vampire! jeonghan x vampire! reader [smut]

jeonghan may be the snarkiest man you have ever met in your life. he’s always making the sassiest comments, boiling your blood in a way you’ve never been irked before. one day, he goes a step too far, so it’s time for you to show him your true form.

witch! jun x vampire! reader [fluff, angst, smut(?)]

jun is a traveling witch who had gotten lost and needed a place to stay for the night. you kindly offered him a room free of charge, but had this strange feeling that you recognised him from somewhere. you couldn’t put your finger on it, and neither could he.

poltergeist! yunho x vampire! reader [fluff, smut]

yunho was one of your oldest and closest friends. he was a regular at the hotel, and comes looking for you one night, drunk and in need of a place to stay. you welcome him with open arms, but end up getting more than what you bargained for.

incubus san / wooyoung x vampire! reader [smut]

you were no stranger to incubus, but twins? that was new. san and wooyoung had their eyes on you the moment they stepped into your hotel and had been trying to get you into their bed the entirety of their stay. on their last night there, you give in.

#ateez 🎱#ateez #ateez fics #ateez x reader #seventeen #seventeen fics #seventeen imagines #ateez imagines #ateez smut #seventeen smut #seventeen 🫧#choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #wen junhui #jeong yunho #choi san #jung wooyoung #woosan

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haosweater · 2 months

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Last Kiss

Summary: Nights after your last kiss with Hongjoong felt lonlier than usual, it also doesn't help that the longest night of the year happened right after.

Characters/Pairing(s): Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Angst

AUs/Trope info: Break up!AU

Word Count: 1193

Warnings: references to kissing

Rating: 16+

A/N: submission for @cultofdionysusnet's winter event!

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away?

On a cold night one winter, you spent it with your boyfriend, must like any winter, but this was a winter that couldn't leave your head.

His face looked stern, he held both your shoulders to look hardly at your eyes, "You know that I love you, right?" He said, more to himself than you.

You laughed a this, a bit surprised by how serious he looked suddenly. "Of course, why do you think I'd ever doubt that?" you asked incredulously.

He smiles at your answer, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

I do recall now, the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

Recalling the best memories with Hongjoong, leaving to study abroad, the July you hugged him so tightly that you heard his back crack, pressing your ear to his chest, you hear it rumble as he speaks, "I'm going to miss you, I'll call often, I hope you call often too, okay?"

The warmth of his arms around you comforted you, the steady beating of his heart grounding you just as you needed.

"Of course, I love you." You say, voice muffled into his shirt.

"Yeah, me too." He said, with a tone without too much enthusiasm.

But now I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

Studying away from the people you cared about the most hurts more than you'd like to admit, Hongjoong's scent fading from the fluffy sweater you brought with you just in case you missed him. But you found yourself in them more than not. Hongjoong said he'd call you, but you haven't heard his voice since the last time he dropped you off at the airport.

You want to call him, but every time you text him to check id he was free to call, he'd always be busy with something.

Then again, that's not his fault, time zones can be a difficult thing to navigate around.

The night was longer than it usually was, not just because you were lonely, but also because the longest night of the year just so happens to fall on the day you missed him the most.

As you sit on the floor of your dorm room thinking of him, you notice droplets dripping onto the sweater, you didn't realize the hot tears flowing down your face until it soaked into through the sweater onto your shirt.

You missed him, you just hoped he missed you just as much.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did

Coming back from abroad was a day you waited for, ever since you decided to transfer to a local university your excitement hasn't quelled, you couldn't wait to see your friends, your family.

And most importantly, Hongjoong.

The party welcoming you back was the warmest welcome you ever could've had, everyone you loved around you telling you how much they missed you, you were so busy entertaining your guests you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you.

"You're back." he said, matter-of-factly.

"Of course, I missed you." You smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek.

He smiled at you, hand on your lower back leading you to the center of the room, the music slowing down as he flashes you his award-winning smile.

You rolled your eyes, he likes to show off how good he was at leading your dances. You were never one to dance by yourself, but who could reject him when the whole crowd is cheering or you to take his hand?

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

In your memory, you remember the first time Hongjoong met your father, when your dad felt his firm and sure handshake he smiled at him, instantly gaining a bit of respect for the young man in front of him.

That was the day he took you out on your first of many dates. walking confidently beside you, hands in both his pockets as you talk about everything and anything on your long walks.

One of these walks was beside a lake, you were talking about nothing important in particular, he was watching you intently, yes, watching, not really listening.

In the middle of you rambling, he leans in to press his lips to yours.

You're surprised by the rude interruption, but his cheeky smile made it hard to stay mad at him.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

Reminiscing wasn't something you did often, you found that thinking too much of the past only made it harder to move on. But looking at Hongjoong in your mutual friend's recent Instagram post, his smile finally reached his eyes, just as it used to.

Ever since the break up, Hongjoong hasn't mentioned you anywhere, and when people mention your name to him, it takes him a second to remember who you were.

You think back on the memories you shared with him, sad that they slip through his mind while you sit in your own loneliness trying to convince yourself that you're over it.

Looking back at the picture, you note that they're somewhere you couldn't recognize. You hope he had a nice time, where ever he was.

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

The sun finally rose, it always has, but this time it was literal.

The shadow over your face lifted as you watched the last of your pictures together burn in your fireplace, keeping those picture did you more harm than good.

Some days you catch yourself still asking where it went wrong. But then again, some things are better left to ignorance.

You still miss him, he doesn't.

Even after all this time, his name lingers on your lips, just like your Last Kiss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss Forever the name on my lips

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thank you for recommending my fic!

Jonghan fic recs

Other members

(f,a,h) Nothing a little camaraderie can’t fix @smilehui

Synopsis: You've always hated Jeonghan, and Jeonghan has always hated you. However, matters of the heart take time, and maybe that slytherin you've sworn to detest forever isn't really as bad as you'd originally thought.

(f,a) My destiny @wonuhour

Synopsis: When he first met you he didn't think anything of it but he felt drawn to you. When you two started to spend time with each other he fell in love with you. So he takes you to the tulip garden, hoping you felt the same for him, since this is the place you two met each other for the first time.

(f) No rest for the wicked @berriesandjunnie

Synopsis: Witnessing something you weren’t supposed to leaves you with an unusual stalker.

(f) mon Ange! @itadorins

Synopsis: Bf!Jeonghan

(f,a) Just one day @wonwoonlight

Synopsis: FakeDating!au

(a,f) Perhaps I loved you @haosweater

Synopsis: A unique cafe down fifth avenue opens a whole new door of surprises for Jeonghan.

(f,h) Nearly Heaven @hyucks-rose

Synopsis: As a regular at the angel’s share, you’d expect them to know your order by heart. And yet, almost daily, the really cute barista fucks up your order and spends his whole break making it up to you. It takes you a bit to realize it’s intentional, and that you enjoy how sweet he is far more than any angel’s food cake they sell.

(m) Better than Heaven

Synopsis: A nsfw part two to ‘Nearly Heaven’.

(f,h) Order up @leejungchans

Synopsis: The new barista at the café keeps misspelling your name on your cup. You know he’s doing it on purpose and is merely waiting for you to confront him, but unfortunately for him, you decide not to give him the attention nor satisfaction. Two can play at that game, baby.

(f,h) Caught

Synopsis: Valentine’s day means helping your students make valentine cards. You didn’t know you’d be receiving one too, though.

(f,a,h) Redemption

Synopsis: Your friends always told you to stay away from the so-called “bad boys”, and for the most part you usually succeed. But Yoon Jeonghan just had to come along.

(f) deeper in denial! @amateurasterism

Synopsis: If there’s one thing you know about Jeonghan, it’s that he’s a tease. What happens when the teasing makes it to soonyoung’s game of spin the bottle?

(f) Worst neighbour ever (or is he?)!

Synopsis: You’re convinced Yoon Jeonghan is the worst neighbor you’ve ever had…until a couple drinks help you realize he isn’t.

(m) Illicit whispers @httphannie

Synopsis: Yoon Jeonghan's wanted in almost every country but there's no denying that he's handsome so should it come as a surprise when you end up in his prison cell?

(m) like a chair @onlyhuis

Synopsis: When Jeonghan tells you to sit, you sit.

(m) Think I need someone older @gyuhao5

Synopsis: Living in a small village takes a toll on you after having lived in the big city. So, after months of feeling down, your brother Soonyoung decides to get you out of the house for some socializing with his friends. You meet Jeonghan, who for some reason, doesn’t seem to like you.

(a,m) Burning @kofic

Synopsis: With a purpose of exploring the dynamics between love and lust, creation and destruction, and the antiheroic struggle for immortality, burning ties the symbolic perpetual value of fine art with the timeless vampiric folklore... There’s something so tempting about the idea of a love that will never die, right? That sounds great, though wait until you learn few things about immortality ...

(m) 3:57 am @gguksgalaxy

Synopsis: VampireHunter!Jeonghan

(m,h) Siblings or dating @bitchlessdino ft.Joshua

Synopsis: Just as conniving as your boyfriends, you convince both of them to get the same haircut without the other one knowing. The moment they came home, realizing what you've done, they show you the kind of consequences you've earned yourself by being a little trickster.

(m) Call me by his name @sweetlemontart

Synopsis: To you, one of Jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. He's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? He'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. Well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.

(m) Pathetic series @leejihoonownsmyheart

Synopsis: FratBoy!Jeonghan

(m) Inflection point @lovelyhan ft. Scoups

Synopsis: A Jeongcheol poly series!

(m,f) Sweater paws @duhnova

Synopsis: Your soft and cuddly virgin boyfriend isn’t so soft and innocent when he wakes up in the middle of the night from a wet dream.

(m) Take trouble, make it double @sluttywoozi ft. Scoups

Synopsis: It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it.

(a,m) On the contrary @wonuwoe

Synopsis: You knew the risks of pursuing a member from 53V3NT33N but maybe your certain privileges have been fueling this illusion of a possible connection with J30NGHΛN, who surprisingly sparks your interest with his deep curiosity about the other sides of humanity. Would you be willing to continue despite the looming deceit that you might get roped into?

(m) Enemies to lovers @hoshifighting

Synopsis: Once inseparable childhood friends, their bond takes an unexpected turn when you start dating in middle school. Jeonghan's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, transforming him from a supportive friend to a constant source of annoyance. Now, in college, the tables turn, but Jeonghan remains a delightful pain in the ass as old flames are rekindled in the midst of playful banter and undeniable attraction.

(m) Wicked delights @milfgyuu

Synopsis: Addams Family!AU

(m,a,f) Holidate @onlymingyus

Synopsis: It’s only for a week, he’s doing you a favor, and he’s your fake boyfriend. Why do you have to keep reminding yourself of that?

(m,a) Bound to you

Synopsis: There is a little magic in everyone but there is something about you that makes Jeonghan curious about more than just your name.

(m) Only Angel @gyupinkys

Synopsis: You were assigned this case and expected to succeed. 7 years working as a detective gives you experience like no other. So what happens when Jeonghan figures you out? Offers you an ultimatum, help him out or he rats you out.

(m) The Devil

#mei’s 💌

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haosweater · 2 months

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thank you for showing love to crimson white snow!!

𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Happy Valentine’s Day!! 💌💕

This is just a list of my favorite Ateez writers and also my favorite Ateez fics I’ve read!!

Some of these writers are 14+ or 18+ so please keep that in mind and be respectful!!

{ ❀ } 𝐨𝐭𝟖 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• couples halloween costumes by @whorellaville

• let it snow by @nateezfics

{ ❀ } 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

• coffee shop fiasco by @techytin

• runaway by @lilacmingi

•crimson white snow ft, seonghwa by @haosweater (this one killed me)

• midnight by @hongjoongspoetry

{ ❀ } 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

• nights like these by @lilacmingi

• new horizons { series } (NSFW) by @fivestar-outlaw

• crimson white snow ft, hongjoong by @haosweater

• angel by @starrysvn

• millennium falcon by @alxtiny

• hwacrossing by @jjunberry

{ ❀ } 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

• guerrilla by @sorryimananti-romantic

• that night pt.1 (NSFW) by @jeon-ify

• swiss holiday (NSFW | 18+) by @kwanisms

{ ❀ } 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠l

• entropy by @in-san-ity

• down the pond moments by @xuchiya

{ ❀ } 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

• playtime ft, wooyoung by @lilacmingi (is probably one of the best crossovers ever)

• stretch marks by @beenbaanbuun

• in bloom together by @imonanotherlebel

{ ❀ } 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

• angel wings by @puddingyun

• comfort idol(not official title) by @kobiebear

• elf in training by @lilacmingi

• 5:04am by @edenesth

• game night by @alxtiny

• practice (NSFW) by @teasteeper

{ ❀ } 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

• rosy by @lilacmingi

• playtime ft, san by @lilacmingi

{ ❀ } 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

• cock warming (NSFW) by @beenbaanbuun

• lover by @atinystraynstay

• birthday gift! by @yuyusuyu

I just wanted to say thank you to all the writers who make these fics, it means so much to me and so many other people!! You make my day and I can’t wait to see what you all write next!!

Love, Alyssa <33

#mei’s 💌

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THIS WAS SO GOOD i need a gyu now

Need A Hand?

pairing ✭ farmhand!mingyu x farmer's daughter!reader

note ✭ this is very much inspired by the mingyu pictured above. (also i don't mention it explicitly, but girly's family is lowkey rich)

synopsis ✭ when your dad hires a hot new farm hand, you can't keep your hands off of him.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ mdni)

word count ✭ 2.9k

warnings ✭ smut, mingyu and reader are horny af, outside sex (no one else sees them though), no prep, overall horny shenanigans i guess 🤷‍♀️, alcohol consumption, tipsy sex (they're not depicted as drunk, but they did have a couple drinks)

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Every time your father hired a new farmhand, they were always the same. While they never disappointed in the build department (they were always jacked, but that was kind of a requirement of the job), but they all looked identical. They wore the same brown scuffed boots. They had their hair in the same floppy cut with the same dirty blonde color.

For a couple of summers through your teens, it had been fun. Your father would hire him after the final school bell rang for the summer. You’d introduce yourself to him when your father was nowhere in sight, and you’d spend the rest of the summer sneaking around with him and having your fun. When summer finally ended and school began, you’d bid him farewell and never speak to him again, and your father was none the wiser.

And it was fun! The first two times. Then every summer turned the same, and every single farm hand looked indistinguishable from the last with no discernible personality whatsoever.

So, having just finished your second year of university, you were expecting more of the same. You’d have a gander, but you certainly weren’t expecting much from whoever your dad decided to hire this summer.

“God, why couldn’t you have invited me to stay over at your house this summer? I’d take whatever hunk your dad decided to keep,” your best friend from school, Jennifer, whined over the phone as you pulled your car up the long driveway to your house.

“I did invite you, but you’re spending you’re leaving today for Spain, remember?”

“Yes, but y/n!” she whined again, “I need more muscly men in my life. This would be the perfect opportunity.”

“You’re gonna be in Spain for two months. I’m sure you’ll find at least one man muscular enough to fit your standard.”

“Yeah, whatever. You better have fun with this man without me.”

“Like I told you earlier, they’re so fucking boring. It’s not gonna happen.”

You put your car in park and began to gather up your purse and phone when you glanced up out the windshield to see probably the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life walking out your front door and toward your car. It was as if your severe doubts had summoned him.

Ever the chatterbox, Jennifer kept talking, “Well I’m just saying maybe you should keep an open mind. You never know what could happen. One magical night in the woods and you could be locked down for life. It’s just–”

“Jennie shut the fuck up.”

“Woah,” she seemed mildly offended, “sorry?”

“He’s hot Jennie. Like really hot. Not even a ten. Probably a twelve.”

“Ugh, you lucky bitch! I told you to keep an open mind,” you could hear her mother yelling at her in the background, “Oh shit. Girl, I have to go, but send pics! Please! I need to see the hunk you’re railing this summer.”

“Yeah, of course,” you mumbled while she hung up on you.

This man was really throwing you for a loop. Just based on appearance alone you could tell he was not the type of guy your dad usually hired. First and foremost, he was massive. Well over 6 feet tall and far more muscular than any guy you’d ever seen (and that was saying something), and the skin-tight black t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide it. His hair was dark and cropped, a far cry from the endless supply of shaggy blonde hairstyles you’d seen over the years.

The cherry on top was when, after watching you stumble out of the car, he’d asked, “Where’s your luggage? I thought I’d help you carry it inside.”

“Oh,” you let out an awkward laugh, “It’s in the trunk. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he followed you around the back of your car and popped open the trunk, “I’m Mingyu by the way.” He stuck out a hand for you to shake it.

You grabbed the hand and he shook it with a firm squeeze. Holy fuck he has nice hands. “Y/n. It’s great to meet you Mingyu.”

There was no hiding the way you gawked at the way his muscles flexed when he carried your stuff inside.

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The idea of returning to your old ways was honestly exciting for you. Last night over Facetime Jennifer had gotten the whole rundown of your brief interaction with Mingyu. You fawned over his muscles, his cute lisp and the way he’d been such a gentleman to help you carry your luggage after what you assumed was a long day of work.

She’d found his Instagram of course and found out that he was indeed just as attractive as you’d described (and he had cute friends too).

This morning you felt more than ready to kick off what you predicted to be a great summer. And you weren’t starting slow either. You knew the routine of your father’s farmhands enough to know that Mingyu would start the day mowing the lawn around your house. He’d usually start later on Saturdays (today), too. Meaning that if you got out there by 10 am, he’d probably still be working his way around the lawn. Hopeful by the pool.

Which, by complete coincidence, is where you were. Laid out in your favorite bikini by the water. The dark sunglasses covering your eyes meant that your eyes were completely hidden, but it was obvious where you were looking.

Not far from the pool, you could see Mingyu pushing the lawn mower through the grass of your backyard. The tight black t-shirt from yesterday was no more. Instead, he wore a white tank top that left his arms completely exposed. He glanced over at you a couple of times, but he never let his gaze linger long enough for you.

You watched him from your laid-out position in your pool chair for a good fifteen minutes before he disappeared into the shed, presumably to put the lawnmower away. While he was inside, you took a moment to stand and dip your toes in the water thoroughly enjoying the coolness of the water. It was nice, you had to admit, but you’d have to save that for later because, while you were distracted by the water, Mingyu had made his way to the fence that separated your pool from the rest of the yard.

It was only when he cleared his throat that you noticed him standing there, leaning against the fence smiling at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Do you normally spend your mornings checking out your dad’s employees?” God his voice.

You stepped out of the pool, “Only when I think they’re worth my time.” You slid your sunglasses off your face and onto the top of your head as you approached the fence where Mingyu was standing.

“Charming. I’m assuming he hasn’t the slightest idea what you get up to, then?”

You laughed, “Of course not. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“So…” you brushed his forearm with the tips of your fingers, “What time do you get done?” You knew the answer of course, but it felt polite to ask.

“Seven thirty. Why? Hoping to get me alone?” He smirked

“I wouldn’t mind it.” You bit your lip as you no-so-subtly checked him out for the millionth time, “Meet me behind the shed at seven forty-five, ok? Don’t be late. I’ll bring booze.”

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Part of you wondered if he’d be there when you snuck out of your house at eight-fifteen. Yes, you were late, but that was part of the game. Your parents always went to bed early, and you were an adult. So getting out of the house unnoticed was no issue at all. If your dad noticed the six-pack missing from the garage fridge, you could just tell him you drank it or you could feign complete innocence.

The weather was still warm despite it being completely dark outside, so your athletic shorts and oversized tee did just fine. You’d contemplated wearing a skirt but ultimately decided against it because you didn’t want him to think you’d give it up that easily. Even though you were already struggling greatly to contain your excitement.

He could hear the clinking of the glass beer bottles as you made your way to the shed through the freshly cut yard. As much as Mingyu would love to deny it, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since this morning. Something about the way you were laid out in the sun this morning had left a permanent imprint on his mind. The secrecy of the situation was also incredibly appealing. It turned him on more than he’d like to admit, messing around with his boss’s incredibly hot daughter.

Mingyu wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were taking your sweet time on purpose. You’d made him wait half an hour just to see if he’d wait around for you that long. You wanted to see how bad he wanted it, and clearly, he wanted it pretty bad because you found him sitting on the bench behind the shed staring up at the stars.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

He laughed, “Sure you are.” He held out a hand.

You passed him a bottle as you sat down next to him.

“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind, but it seems you just enjoy the idea of making people wait for you.”

“Maybe,” you turned so your knees just barely brushed his thigh, “But you waited for me didn’t you?”

“Hey, maybe I just wanted free beer.” He gestured to the bottle in his hand.

“I know for a fact my dad pays you enough for you to afford your own beer.”

He laughed and leaned his head back against the shed, giving you a full view of his neck. You couldn’t help but imagine kissing his neck, leaving plenty of marks in your wake. “He sure does. It’s one of the many benefits.”

“What else do you like about the job?” You were genuinely curious about what was so appealing about doing nothing but manual labor for an entire summer. Even if the paycheck was really good.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Gets me off my ass. Gives me something to do with my hands.”

“Oh? You good with your hands?”

“You just don’t let up do you?” He really did enjoy how insistent you were despite your attempts to make him pine after you by making him wait for you so long.

“Not unless I’m asked to.”

You ended up talking with Mingyu for two hours. The two of you drank and talked about your lives, school, home, past flings, and relationships. By the time you two of you had finished off the six-pack you’d brought out, you felt as if you’d been out there forever.

At some point, you’d put your legs over his lap. He caressed one of your calves with one hand while you played with the fingers of his other hand.

As much as you’d enjoyed this little conversation, the more you drank, the hotter he got, and you were hardly holding it together anymore. With every move of his hand on your calf, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

You took the hand that was already in yours and placed it on your cheek, “Mingyu…” you whined looking up at him.

“What, baby?” his thumb stroked your cheek.

You straddled his lap, sitting back on his thighs and moving down his neck and to his chest, “can we stop talking for a little bit?”

“Oh?” he questioned, lightly placing his hand on your lower back under your shirt, “What do you suppose we do instead?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked leaning further into him so that your chests were touching.

“You can do whatever you want, baby.”

That was all the confirmation you needed to lean completely into him and kiss him. The kiss was long and more passionate than any kiss you’d experienced from your past summer flings. His hands were on your ass, pulling you to hover over his crotch where you could obviously tell he was hard. And that would have made you smug if you hadn’t been sitting in your own arousal for at least an hour.

You kissed down his neck just like you had previously imagined. He let out a deep moan with every mark and bite you made. You had failed to realize that one of his hands had left your ass until you felt a hand brush over your completely clothed pussy.

“Baby, as much as I love these cute little shorts, can I take them off of you?”

Nodding furiously, you leaned back, pulled yourself off of his lap and pulled off your shorts and shirt, setting them on the bench beside him. Of course, you weren’t wearing a bra, something Mingyu had noticed almost immediately when you’d sat down beside him. Before you made your way back to his lap, you reached for the hem of that stupid, useless white tank top that covered virtually nothing. You pulled it over his head with ease.

“Wow–” you whispered.

He laughed and pulled you back into his lap, “As flattered as I am,” he ran a hand up your side, “I could say the same thing about you.”

Before you could even think about how to respond Mingyu’s face was in your chest, feverishly placing kisses on your tits. He grabbed one with his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingers.

You gripped onto his hair and moaned softly. Your hips rolled over his clothed dick multiple times before he finally shucked off his jeans which had become uncomfortably tight.

“Can I please fuck you now?” he asked.

“Please,” you begged completely forgoing the chance to tease him for his politeness.

You pulled down the waistband of his boxers and grabbed him. Running a thumb over the tip, you pulled his cock out and pumped it a couple of times. “God, baby. You better hurry up.”

He slid your panties to the side and ran a finger between your folds, “you sure you don’t want me to prep you?”

You shook your head. So much for making him wait. “I’ll be ok. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He nodded and reached to grab a condom from his pocket. Of course, he’d come prepared. When he failed to open it fast enough, you snatched it out of his hands and ripped it open with your own teeth. You rolled it onto him after what felt like an agonizingly long amount of time.

He positioned himself at your entrance and slid himself into you with relative ease. You threw your head back when he bottomed out. You covered your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself at least a little quiet.

“F-fuck, Mingyu!”

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he grunted out, “I’m gonna need you to move, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded and gripped onto his shoulder. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he buried his face back in your chest, kissing and biting at your tits, collarbone, and neck. He left plenty of marks on your chest that were identical to the ones you’d left on his neck, maybe even darker. You had brought your own hand to your clit. Desperately trying to find your release.

“Oh god Gyu, I’m so close,” you grabbed onto his hair.

He hissed from the stinging in his scalp, “Me too, angel, me too.” His face was in your neck when you’d finally reached your climax, and he followed immediately after.

You both sat there, chests heaving, for a couple of minutes, saying nothing.

“Wow,” was all he could say as he pulled you off his lap and helped you put your clothes back on, tossing the condom into the trash bin beside the bench. You made a mental note to take the trash out before your dad came out here tomorrow.

You laughed breathily, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. Your hands found their way to his chest instinctively. “Can I see you tomorrow night?”

“Oh, was that not enough for you?”

“God, no, that was perfect. But I wanna take care of you for real next time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I have a truck,” he nodded toward the red pickup truck in your driveway, “I can drive it down to the creek. The bed of the truck is actually pretty comfy when you put blankets and pillows down.”

Laughing, you said, “You want to fuck me in the woods.” He shook his head, “I wanna eat you out in the woods.”

God, this was gonna be a fun summer.

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“Girl, what!? It’s only been a day?” Jennifer’s voice rang through the phone. “Was it good?’

“For outside bench sex? Yeah, it was great. We’re seeing each other tomorrow night.”

She groaned, “Ugh, you lucky bitch. I’m so jealous.”

“What? No Spanish hunks?”

She shook her head, “not yet. But I’m hopeful!”

“Do you still want updates, or are you gonna explode from jealousy?”

“No! Please keep me updated. I’m living vicariously through you.”

You laughed, “God you’re insufferable.”

“I know!” She batted her eyelashes at you, “You will keep me updated though, right.”

“Of course, how could I not.”

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thank you for reading! i knocked this shit out in two days (and you can probably tell 👀), but i'm genuinely surprised with myself.

anyway hope you enjoyed. reblog and like if you did! love hearing your thoughts

mwah~

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It is so weird seeing ppl coming at carats for being pissed about sm’s booseoksoon rip-off with super senior. “I thought carats were the peaceful fandom” NO? We are tired of seeing Seventeen constantly by run over by fans of other groups putting them down. SM are blatantly doing a BSS rip-off — it’s even coming out nearly a year after fighting. Furthermore, the suju members are misogynistic, fatphobic, racist and zionist. Why on earth would people be defending others like this?

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crimson white snow

content: seongjoong x gn! reader, angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au. warnings: profanities, descriptions of throwing up, mention of blood.

summary: when your best friends are each other’s soulmates, how do you tell them that your red string is tied to both of their pinkies?

word count: 4.3k words

note: this initial idea came to me in 2021 and i let it collecting dust until a few days ago lol. i hope you guys enjoy this one!

in a friendship– a trio, specifically, you believed that each person represented either the sun, moon, or stars.

in your case, seonghwa was the sun, hongjoong was the moon, and you were the stars. the three, inseparable friends who loved each other more than anyone else to ever breathe on earth.

but when they all turned sixteen and were blessed with the gift of the sight of their red strings, everything changed.

when seonghwa looked down at his ring finger, candles blown out, he found the red string to be very much shorter than he expected. as his eyes trailed down the string, he looked up at hongjoong, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

that’s when you all knew.

hongjoong’s birthday came around, and the sight of his red string connected to seonghwa relieved him. there was a sort of euphoria and satisfaction that filled them both. unspoken feelings that had blossomed into something more were now affirmed by the universe itself.

you, of course, were elated. the two boys you’d considered your best friends for years were soulmates. their souls were intertwined, bound to love each other for eternity. the twinge of jealousy in your heart was quickly ignored as you celebrated their love, congratulating the two.

most, would call it fate.

but your birthday confirmed that whatever god there was had made a mistake. a very horribly, big mistake.

it was snowing.

you remember because hongjoong was flushed when he came in your room. he only turned red– both cheeks and ears, when he was embarrassed or cold.

he sighed, promptly making himself at home. laying on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath tickled your ear. you shivered, your grip on his hand tightening promptly. he didn’t mind. hongjoong liked holding your hands strangely enough.

“i know it’s your birthday,” hongjoong mumbled, snuggling against you. “but you’ll indulge me for a bit, yeah?” he asks as you chuckle.

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

the boy hums in satisfaction, letting out a soft sigh. he shuts his eyes, mumbling about how seonghwa was late because he got delayed at his club, or something along those lines.

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing that your other friend was definitely getting you a cake. you’d overheard the two discussing it a week prior.

the soft footsteps that grew closer alerted you of seonghwa’s arrival. it was funny– while hwa was indeed very quiet, the sound of his socks against your wooden floor was unmistakable.

hongjoong yawned, sitting up. the soft knock you anticipated came as you chuckled. “come in, hwa.”

the sight of seonghwa pouting as he entered made you laugh even harder. “how’d you know it was me?” he asked, carefully balancing the cake box as he closed the door. “it was joong, wasn’t it?”

“hey man, i didn’t say anything,” he raised his hands, proclaiming his innocence.

“you both aren’t that slick, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. seonghwa laughs at your reaction, putting a smile on your face.

“humour us, sweetheart?”

you pretend to contemplate, humming as joong cackled beside you. “hmm, i’ll cut you both some slack,” you announce. hwa rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face speaks volumes.

turning your attention to the box, you watch as seonghwa opens it, taking out the most beautiful cake you had ever seen. “oh my god,” you marvelled at the sight of it.

the heart-shaped cake was pure white, similar to the snow that fluttered down outside. the crimson red icing that decorated he cake made you smile. it was a beautiful cake, an image that would be etched into your memory forever.

“this is beautiful, seonghwa,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “thank you.”

he smiles back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “anything for you sweetheart. we know how much you’ve been waiting for this day.”

you sat in front of your cake, hongjoong and seonghwa across you with the biggest smiles on their face. blowing the candles out, you look down at your hands, filled with excitement. finally, it was your turn to find out who your soulmate was. however, when you look down, you are stunned.

to your complete and utter horror, you see two strings tied around each of your pinkies.

eyes gazing down at the crimson red string, you nearly choke on air when you see one end tied to seonghwa’s pinky, while the other, was neatly wrapped around hongjoong’s.

“what’s wrong?”

seonghwa’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you felt sick to your stomach. oh, how cruel the universe was. how cruel fate was.

“i- i… what the fuck?” you whisper harshly, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “i don’t have a string,” you lie so easily, straight through your teeth. “i don’t have a soulmate.” you lied so well.

that was the first lie you ever told the two, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was confusion and anger. nothing else.

hongjoong takes your hands into his with a sad smile. “and that’s completely fine, y/n. we’re always here for you,” he reassures you calmly. seonghwa does the same and you feel like crying even harder as you see your strings tangle.

you relished in their touch, their fingers feel so soft, skin warm against your cold hands. you felt safe in their presence, the comforting aura they let out never failing to make you smile. it was bittersweet.

if only you didn’t detest the sight of the red strings around their pinkies. the crimson red thread, a painful reminder to you that this was a reality you couldn’t escape.

there were always myths about the poor souls that the universe decided to curse: the one’s with no soulmates.

if people with no soulmates were cursed by the universe, how about the one’s with two? how about the one’s whose soulmates were each other’s forever, but not theirs? how about you?

you didn’t know.

so you left.

after graduating, you moved overseas. of course the two were there to wish you goodbye. being friends for thirteen years made it harder for you to leave.

you chuckled as seonghwa engulfed you in a tight hug, his tears soaking into your jacket. “don’t cry,” you whisper, stroking his head as hongjoong holds back his own tears, lips trembling. “i’ll be back before you know it.”

that was the second lie you ever told them, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was pity and self-hatred. nothing else.

you started a new life for yourself, burying yourself in studies, jobs and everything you could imagine to avoid going home.

despite all that, you never felt satisfied. there was this hole inside your heart that couldn’t be filled with materialistic goods, academic achievements nor work-place success.

there was nothing that could fill that hole seonghwa and hongjoong once occupied in your heart.

another problem had presented itself through all that turmoil, however, and that was the disease of unrequited love everyone so detested.

one would certainly think flowers were a congratulatory gift .

it started as a tightening feeling in your chest. your once light pants turn into desperate gasps for air before a sick, nauseous feeling takes over. a pounding headache, blurry vision, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes before the most sickening feeling begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

it grows and grows, bubbling like a cauldron before exploding, petals flying out of your mouth. elegantly prancing through the air, crimson red blood dripped off the petals, staining the pure white marble floor. the feeling would go on for another half an hour, or even longer. all you knew was that you wanted it to stop.

years passed, and yet, you could never grow accustomed to the wretched, metallic taste that lingered fervently on the tip of your tongue.

lilies and black dahlias now littered your bathroom floor, the once white marble tiles now painted in a mix of white, black, and crimson red.

still, you told nobody. your friends, family, coworkers– none of them knew about what you were going through.

god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa find out.

on a cold winter’s night, you had gotten an unexpected call from the two. five years had passed and not once had you gone back to see them.

guilt haunted you, always hovering around and never truly leaving. you wanted to see them. you wanted so desperately to throw yourself into their arms and never let them go them. if you were to loosen your grip, perhaps they’d slip through the cracks of your grasp and fade into nothingness.

you wanted to keep hongjoong and seonghwa for youself forever, but you were a fucking coward.

your phone rang. you had propped it up against the potted plant (orchids, your favourite) in the middle of your dining table. the plate of pasta in front of you was warm when you clicked your screen to receive their call.

“hi guys, sorry i’ve been so busy, work’s been crazy!” you immediately spew an apology to your friends, twirling the pasta with your fork. their lack of response has you confused and you look up. a loud gasp escapes you, fork clattering against the ceramic plate as it slipped out of your grasp.

“what the fuck?”

seonghwa’s ring finger is adorned with a beautiful sapphire stone, simple yet utterly gorgeous. the grin on both of their faces has you gaping at them, utterly speechless.

“you- you’re?” your gaze switches between the two males. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise seonghwa had bleached his hair. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise the tears that began to roll down your flushed cheeks.

“oh, no, y/n,” seonghwa coos with a frown. “don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “don’t cry.”

you sob, desperately trying to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry, oh my god,” you inhale a sharp breath. “i’m so happy for you both– congratulations!” you smile, trying to hold back the building feeling in your chest.

seonghwa’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes soften. “thank you darling,” he whispers with a sad smile. “you were the first person we thought of telling, y’know?” he chuckles softly.

god, seonghwa looked so beautiful smiling. you always loved how rosy his cheeks were, his eyes scrunched into the crescent moon. seonghwa’s smile was radiant, shining even brighter than the sun itself.

hongjoong takes the phone, eyes twinkling under the night sky. you recognised his apartment’s balcony all too well. “come home, y/n,” he says softly. it’s the most tender you’ve ever heard him. “come home for us please?”

your heart breaks. you’d never heard hongjoong so desperate. he was longing, yearning for you. he was pleading for you to come home– how could you refuse the request of your soulmate?

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

when the call ends, you run to your bathroom. you can feel the rising of petals, the all too familiar pain scratching your throat.

your knees hit the cold, marble flower, head hanging over the toilet bowl as you hurl out petals and vines. they scratch your throat, a permanent reminder of the unrequited love you faced.

the white and black petals scattered across the floor, blood dripping off them. it was a beautifully gruesome scene, like something out of an artistic horror movie.

you slump against the cold wall of your bathroom with a groan, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. how you were going to be able to hide this from them? you had no idea.

unfortunately, you still hadn’t one when you walked out your gate.

it was a cold, cold day. you had a sweater on, hoodie layered over it for the extra warmth. palms clammy and sweaty, you gripped your bag tightly. god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa recognise you before you were emotionally and mentally prepared to see them for the first time in six years.

had they grown taller? were they as youthful as they once were? has their smiles stayed the same? had their voices deepened? did they still have the same dreadfully boring style? did they still wear the same cologne that clung to their clothes back then? were the bracelets you made them still sitting on their wrist all so beautifully? had–

“y/n!”

you jump at the shout of your name, looking up in shock. in front of you, just standing a few feet away, were kim hongjoong and park seonghwa.

eyes glistening with surprise, you look at them, voice stuck in the back of your throat. oh god, they looked so beautiful.

hongjoong hadn’t grown much, but he stood with confidence. his dark hair looked soft and silky, eyes bright and filled with twinkling stars. his cheeks stayed plump and full of life, a dusty pink that made you want to kiss them.

apart from seonghwa’s bleached hair, the next most obvious change was his height. he had grown almost a head taller, and yet, the sparkle in his eyes had remained. his cheeks were rosy, pink, plump lips curled into a bright, ethereal smile.

you feel years of emotions come crashing down on you. sadness, regret, pain, guilt— love. you burst into tears, wrapping your arms around the two men (not boys, you had to remind yourself).

“i’m sorry,” you apologise as hongjoong starts to cry, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry joong, i’m sorry,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.

seonghwa comforted you with tears in his eyes, patting your head gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. it seemed like deja vu to you, the whole scenario. if you hadn’t inhaled that sweet, floral scent that haw always wore that was mixed with the woody, musky scent hongjoong did, you’d think it all a dream.

as snow began to fall outside, the warmth radiating off the bodies of your soulmates made you realise how harsh this winter would be.

harsh it was indeed.

you’re about to pull your hair out before the ceremony begins. chewing at your bottom lip, your eyes dart around the venue, mind racing faster than you can comprehend.

“y/n.”

hongjoong’s voice sounds eerily deeper than you were used to. it sent shivers down your spine which made him laugh. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks in a cheeky manner as you huff.

“don’t blame me for not being used to your voice,” you lament, resting your elbow on his shoulder out of habit. “i still can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”

you look at the man with a grin and take note of the suit he’s wearing. it’s tailored to fit him perfectly, the details on it intricate and beautiful. the embroidered sun and stars, flowers and snowflakes adorned his clothing. you loved how he and seonghwa had gotten both their suits modified to have a more personal touch to them. it was artistic, elegant yet somewhat nostalgic.

the man sighs, glancing up at you. “it has been almost six years since we last saw each other,” he reminds you.

your body stiffens, rigid and filled with guilt. hongjoong notices this and frowns. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says and you nod.

you knew that. you knew that hongjoong wasn’t holding it against you, but you were holding it against yourself. the file was eating out you inside out, like a parasite clawing at your skin and tearing your flesh from bone.

“hey, y/n,” he says softly, hand reaching out to grab yours. “it’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with the most soft and genuine smile. “it’s okay.”

you nod again and he pulls you in for a hug. hongjoong’s embrace had always felt so safe. you feel yourself melt into it, and if you had closed your eyes, the both of you would’ve been sixteen all over again.

“i love you, y/n,” hongjoong whispers as your eyes widen with surprise. hongjoong had never told you that before. “never forget that,” he pulls away with a wink before bidding you goodbye and going to greet his coworkers.

you stood there, still stunned by his words. your heart was screaming, yelling at you for being so foolish as to not have said it back. however, ‘i am so painfully and desperately in love with you, kim hongjoong’ seemed a bit hard to shout back in the setting you were currently in.

“now, what on earth could you be thinking about right this moment that isn’t related to your two boyfriends?”

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a warm, teasing voice. “yunho,” you smile at the blonde man who’s dressed nicely in a suit. “glad you could make it,” you lean in and hug him tightly. “haven’t seen you since high school.”

he chuckles. “yeah, you left right after graduation– i couldn’t make it to see you off,” he feigns a frown as you laugh, slapping his shoulder. “and please, as if hongjoong would let me live it down if i didn’t come,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at the oh-so-true statement. “you okay?”

“huh?” you look at him confused. “why wouldn’t i be okay?”

yunho shrugs. before you can question him further, you are distracted by yeosang’s mint hair. he walks over with a smile, waving at you. “what’s with that look on your face?”

you huff. “yunho asked me if i was okay and won’t tell me why he suspects otherwise,” you grumble as yeosang’s eyes widen. he shoots the taller male a flare and you stare at him in shock. “is there something i should be worried about?”

yeosang sighs. “well,” he begins, pausing as he pondered silently. “you have to promise not to take this badly,” he warns as yunho sends him a worried look. you nod slowly, anxiety filling you like water gushing into an empty bottle.

“you see, back when we were all in high school,” he begins hesitantly. “we all thought you had a crush on either joong or hwa,” he says as you feel your heart sink into the out of your stomach. “but we didn’t speculate, of course.”

you brush it off with a scoff. “me? like them?” you fake a laugh. “never. they…” you train off, looking at hongjoong who’s smiling from ear to ear, cheeks a rosy pink.

it’s oddly bittersweet to see the boy you once bickered with in elementary school now getting married to the boy that snuck jellies to you in class. turning back, you give yeosang a sad smile. “they’re made for each other.”

after greeting the rest of your old friends (and stopping wooyoung and san from crying before the wedding actually started), you leave the garden to visit seonghwa in his private suite.

one of seonghwa’s many request was for you to walk him down the aisle. it was sickening masochistic for you to accept the proposition, now that you thought about it. then again, who were you to back out now?

one, two, three knocks.

“come in,” seonghwa’s silky smooth and sweet voice fills your ears. you tap your keycard, opening the door gently. “hello sweetheart.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, heart fluttering. “hey, hwa,” you whisper, taking in how gorgeous he looked. adorned in a white suit, flowers, clouds, the moon and stars embroidered on the sleeves, the inner mesh material iridescent. “you’re breathtaking. like an angel.”

seonghwa’s cheek turn a darker shade of pink as he clears his throat. “thank you,” he whispers as you giggle, holding his hands. your thumbs traced his knuckles, admiring how slim and long his fingers were. “we missed you so much, y’know?”

you didn’t dare look up and remained silent. “we didn’t know how to go on with life as usual without you by our side,” he hummed with a small smile. “but i don’t care about all that now. i’m just glad you decided to come home.”

home.

you felt the pit of your stomach churn (you were certain it was your heart). to you, hongjoong and seonghwa were home. no matter how long you stayed in your chic studio apartment overseas, it never felt right.

hongjoong and seonghwa’s embrace did. it felt warm, comforting, lovely. you had to promise yourself to not get too attached to it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you can find yourself saying and thinking. “i’m sorry, hwa.”

seonghwa hushes you, his fingers brushing against your skin ever-so gently. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”

you wrap your arms around the blonde, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “i love you both so much,” you confess (unbeknownst to him). “i love you, park seonghwa and i am so happy for you.”

he smiles, hugging you back as a tear slips down his cheek slowly. “i love you too, y/n. i love you so much.”

relishing in the moment, you’re determined to make sure their wedding was perfect. you were going to push aside all personal feelings, ignore all the pain and sadness, and make sure that seonghwa and hongjoong had the best day of their life.

you were certain that nothing was going to go wrong that day.

oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, i can’t do this.”

seonghwa’s voice is soft, but audible. your head snaps up so fast, your neck could’ve broken. to be honest, you weren’t particularly paying attention to whatever the officiant was saying, assuming that both men were going to say ‘yes’ immediately.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, the gasps around you loud. lifting your head to look at the man, you find that he’s already looking at you.

“what are you doing?” you mouth, gasping softly at the sight of tears rolling down the blonde’s cheeks. “don’t cry,” you whisper, frowning at the male.

seonghwa turns his attention back to hongjoong, pain and regret in his eyes. “i can’t lie to you, joong. i can’t lie to you and say that i love only you.”

a sinking, disgusting feeling bubbles in your chest as you gripped your forearm tightly. the look on hongjoong’s face tears you down and rips you apart. he looked betrayed, hurt, but somewhere hidden in his eyes, there was a sort of relief.

you didn’t like this.

you didn’t like this at all.

seonghwa turns to look at you and your heart instantly drops. “i can’t lie to you, joong, and say that i’m not still in love with y/n as well.”

the guests gasp in shock once again, eyes wide as they stared at the three of you. an interestingly dramatic turn of events, one would say.

but not for you. the shock on your face couldn’t have been more evident. it felt like your heart had stopped beating and instead froze in time.

had the bleach sunk too deep into his skull? what was he thinking? why was he revealing this now? when did seonghwa realised he felt this way? what the hell was he thinking? had park seonghwa really just said that?

“hwa…” hongjoong looks at him in pain, holding onto seonghwa’s hands tightly. “i can’t lie to you and say that i’m not in love with y/n either.”

with only two sentences, you felt as if your whole world had come crashing down. you stare at the two boys, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“oh my god!”

san and wooyoung’s voices erupted from the crowd as they point towards the two grooms. following their gaze, you gasp at the now visible strings tied around their pinkies.

your gaze followed the strings (as did everyone else’s) and you were utterly horrified to see them tied to your ring finger.

finally, your soulmate strings could be seen.

looking up at your two best friends, shaking, you see the sadness, betrayal and relief written all over their faces. truth be told, it was hard to through a blurry vision. tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping you by the throat.

hongjoong stares at you with pain in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “we’re your soulmates?”

seonghwa is crying. “and you didn’t tell us? how long have you known?”

you stare at them, words stuck in your throat, refusing to come out.

“did you lie to us on your birthday?” seonghwa seems to come to the realisation. “is this why you chose to lie to us both?” he asked softly, pointing at the two strings. you could only nod.

“is this why you left?” hongjoong seems to not even want to believe his words. “is this why you never came back to visit?”

you nod again.

“why, y/n? why didn’t you tell us?”

you stare at the two men in silence. your voice was stuck in your throat, refusing to come out. a metallic taste filled your mouth and you knew what was coming.

“i—”

and before you could speak, petals flew out of your mouth, blood dripping down your chin as you look up at the two boys.

everyone gasped, staring at the flowers on the ground. lilies and black dahlias soaked in your blood. the very flowers that adorned the wedding venue– hongjoong and seonghwa’s favourites.

you look at your best friends, taking in their looks of pure horror. tears streamed down their cheeks, mouths agape. they’re paralysed in shock.

forcing a smile, you look at them. all the memories began to flood back as your vision grew spotty, your body slowly giving up on you.

god, even when death was knocking on your door, seonghwa and hongjoong still looked angelic.

“i’m sorry.”

and so on this cold, hauntingly beautiful day, crimson red blood soaked into pure white snow: a permanent reminder of the pain of unrequited love.

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haosweater · 3 months

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i posted two fics in a week this is where i drop off the face of the earth LMFAO

#mei’s 💭

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haosweater · 3 months

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perhaps i loved you.

content: idol! jeonghan x gn! reader, angst, fluff, past life au, coffee shop au, royalty au (just read, you’ll get it), unrequited love.

summary: a unique cafe down fifth avenue opens a whole new door of surprises for jeonghan.

word count: 1.4k

note: based this off the short exert i wrote at the end lol. totally not inspired by real life events haha… also i’m writing this at almost two in the morning please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes.

it was cloudy. the sun peeked through the smallest crevices it could find as the wind gently brushed against jeonghan’s skin.

he shivered, pulling his green cardigan on tighter. he reached up, grabbing his white bucket hat to make sure it didn’t fly away. god knew the wind was ruthless these past few days. jeonghan felt like the world seemed to be against him.

he hummed along to his music, walking down the street in solace. the cherry blossoms bloomed magnificently, its pink petals falling to spread its beauty. he looked up, admiring the trees with a gentle smile.

there weren’t a lot of people out this time of the day and jeonghan liked that. he liked the comfort of not being recognised, being able to go about his day peacefully. the solitude was exactly what he needed.

inhaling a deep breath, he turned and continued down the street. the shops down this road were vintage. unique little thrift stores, record stores, quaint coffee shops that sold overpriced coffee— wait.

jeonghan paused, staring into the shop. olive green bookshelves lined the beige walls of the shop. behind, there was a counter with coffee machines and cake displays. at the very front of the store, there was a table. it had two chairs with a typewriter sitting on it.

a cafe? no, bookstore? or was it a vintage thrift store? confused, jeonghan looked up at the sign.

‘caffeinated literature’.

‘how peculiar,‘ jeonghan thought. glancing around, he peeked into the cafe again, noticing no one was inside. he wondered if it was closed, a slight pang of disappointment filling his chest.

however, the ‘open’ sign on the door proved him wrong. his eyes moved down, and noticed the poster on the door, prompting him to move closer and read it.

enjoy a cup of coffee,

and let me write you poetry.

welcome to caffeinated literature.

it didn’t take jeonghan another second to push the glass door open, the soft chime of the bell ringing in the air. “hello?” he called out softly.

there was a muffled crash followed by a yelp, shocking him. “hello! just give me a moment! please, take a seat!”

jeonghan sat down apprehensively, fluffing the cushion beside him. the interior was cozy, minimalistic and welcoming. swinging his feet, he continued to observe his surroundings, not realising you had emerged from behind the counter.

“hello, so sorry about that! what can i get for you today?” you panted, handing him the menu.

jeonghan looked at you in awe. your voice sounded like sweet, smooth honey that dripped slowly into a cup of warm tea. there was a sense of familiarity to you, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“uh, sorry,” he mumbles, snapping out of his thoughts. “i’ll just get an iced cappuccino and a poem, please.”

you grin. “great choice. i’ll be right back with your coffee, so just take a seat in tbe front,” you gesture to the table with the typewriter. he nods, getting up as you disappear behind the counter.

jeonghan feels light-headed from staring at you. something about you was so enchanting, so magical and so familiar. he sighed, annoyed that he was unable to figure out what it was.

the aroma of his coffee drifted in the air as you brought it over. he thanked you as you sat across him, smiling as he sipped on it slowly.

“oh, wow, this is really good,” he remarked, licking his lips. “thank you.”

“it’s no problem,” you say, smiling. “now, for the poem,” you gently slot the paper into the typewriter. turning around, you turn the speaker on, calm jazz music filling the cafe.

“i know this sounds rather far-fetched, but i usually hold people’s hands to get a better feel of their aura before i write their poem. do you mind if i do that with you?”

jeonghan shakes his head almost instantly. “no, not at all,” he says, extending his hands.

you smile, nodding in acknowledgement as you take his hands into yours, slowly shutting your eyes.

jeonghan shivered, and suddenly, he wasn’t in the cafe anymore.

he was now clad in formal wear, standing at the entrance to a balcony. you stood at the edge, back facing him. the moon was bright and the stars shone in the sky.

“i didn’t expect you to come,” your voice wavered. jeonghan couldn’t speak– he could not control what he did.

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” he chuckles, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. “what bothers you, my dear, on the night we are to celebrate?”

when you turn around, tears rolling down your cheeks, he freezes. you stare at him, sniffing softly. even when you’re crying, you look breath-taking to him.

averting your gaze, you sigh. “i can’t lie to you anymore, han,” you whisper. “tonight i watched you get married to the love of your life, confessing your love to each other in front of the whole kingdom,” you look up at him again.

“and now, i will confess my love to you, in front of the moon and stars.”

jeonghan is in shock. he doesn’t know how to comprehend this situation. it is all too fast, too quick– was this his past life?

“i have loved you ever since we were kids, han. my heart has held onto you tightly, refusing to let go. i’ve seen the best and the worst of you. i’ve seen all your flaws and imperfections and yet still i love you. i have been your friend, but never once did i love you like one. i loved you more than that. i would sacrifice the moon and the stars just to gaze at your beauty. i would burn the kingdom down if you wanted me to. my heart aches and yearns for your touch, your love, your heart and i know i will never get it, but i had to tell you.”

by the time you’re done, you’re panting, out of breath. jeonghan wants to rush forward and hold you, but his body stops him. there is no control.

“b-but y/n, i’m a prince and you’re a—”

“knight, i know,” you sob. “i prayed to the gods every day that my heart would let go of you because i knew i could never be yours, nor you, mine.”

jeonghan simply stood there, heart aching at the sight of you. “i am sorry, y/n. i am sorry i cannot love you the way you want me to,” he whispers, taking a step forward.

“it’s okay, han,” you say softly, tears staining your once rosy cheeks. wiping them away, you look at him with a sad smile. “it was never meant to be anyways.”

with a loud gasp, jeonghan finds himself back in cafe. he’s panting, eyes darting around vigorously before landing on you.

you were crying.

and so was he.

“sorry,” you let out an awkward laugh, wiping your tears away. “i don’t know why i’m crying,” you whisper, trying to stop yourself from crying, but the tears keep coming.

“it’s okay,” jeonghan stutters, quickly wiping his own tears. he wants to comfort you more, but he couldn’t find the words to. he felt like he didn’t deserve to.

sniffing, your fingers suddenly start to gly across the typewriter, the clicks ringing in the air. jeonghan observes you intensely, watching you throw draft after draft away. you were clearly frustrated.

finally, after his ice had melted, his coffee finished, you were done.

“sorry,” you say, removing the paper. “i had a hard time finding the right words,” you confessed as he smiled.

he looked down, reading the poem as you fidgeted with your fingers. his eyes drift across each word, heart clenching as he reached the last line.

“this is beautiful,” he says breathlessly. “thank you. i love it.”

you return the smile. “thank you for coming. i hope to see you again.”

jeonghan’s heart flutters at your words momentarily. “thank you for the coffee and poem. and who knows? perhaps i will see you again,” he chuckles before waving goodbye, pushing the glass door open as the bell chimed.

the breeze was stronger now, and jeonghan had to grab onto his hat again. with a loud sigh, he began to walk down the street, thoughts flooding his mind. it was racing, restless and utterly confused.

as he reached the end, he stopped at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green. pulling out the piece of paper, he reread what you had written, tears forming in the corner of his eyes once again.

‘who are you,

stranger?

you look rather familiar.

perhaps i have loved you.

in another life.’

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