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Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 17 |
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warnings – SMUT hehe, cursing, explicit fight scene at the beginning, mentions of blood and death
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A/N: for making you guys wait for way too long, I wanted to give you some more smut FINALLY🫶🏼 ˙ᵕ˙ of course, thank you for the continuous patience while I make my way through uni and tumblr and I hope you enjoy this series as we take it further and further <3
"We've been here once before, right?"
With one last huff, Shownu dropped the limp body of the man he had been punching only seconds ago. The white dress shirt now covered in blood, stuck to his body as he adjusted the sleeves. With the hand he had used to cause the damage surrounding him, he wiped his mouth and spat on the floor.
Bodies were scattered all over the club floor, which was usually filled with dancing feet and people drinking and celebrating. Only a few moments ago, music was playing, drinks were being shared, couples were making out, and just within a split second, everything stopped. And it all started with a woman and two men, that suddenly turned into an entire troupe with no trace of her.
The men of Monsta X stood at different points within the room, now looking at the mess they created. Heavy breathing filled the space, coughing coming from each corner. The lights were still dimmed, just like they would be on any other day, the soft red beams striking the walls.
"What the fuck just happened?!" The panicked voice of Changkyun, the newest and youngest member of Seoul's most notorious gang, echoed through the club.
With a low chuckle, the leader lifted his head, his eyes immediately scanning the men in front of him - the other group they had decided to trust merely a few weeks ago. All were breathing harshly, gazing at the ground in almost horror. Shownu's glare fixated on one person in particular.
"Yeah, Jeon." Wonwoo looked up, the cold look meeting his. "What the fuck just happened."
The SVT men's heads shot to the guy they considered their leader. The man that had brought them to where they were then and now. But he just gently shook his head, his palms open as he pointed with them to his surrounding.
"These are your enemies Son, not mine."
Shownu took one step closer, his leg lifting to cross the body ahead of him. "Then explain to me how they got in here. You really think I'd leave my doors open for my own enemies."
Everyone knew what he was indicating. They all knew it from the beginning.
The whole vision of Monsta X and SVT working together came out of thin air almost. It was Wonwoo's idea. Of course, it was. He wanted to do right what his father did wrong. And number one on the list longer than his lifeline was to fix the relationship between the long-lasting rivalry between the Sons and the Jeons. What started off with a purely business idea had turned into gang work decades ago. Each leader brought their family into it, and if you were the son of said man, you would be the next in line to lead a future team. No questions.
It had been Wonwoo's biggest nightmare. It had haunted him all throughout his childhood, up until the day he was officially assigned to the position he had been trying to avoid his entire life. But with a new generation came new connections and new leaders in line. Wonwoo had hoped Shownu would accept his offer and attempt to fix their families' rivalry instead of trying to bury each other six feet under.
It all had been going well up until that night because what goes around, comes around and Wonwoo had learned that the hard way.
"Look," he spoke up. "I don't know what you think of me, and I honestly don't care. But I couldn't give less of an interest in these guys when I was just trying to work with you, alright?" He tilted his head in a slightly demeaning way. "So maybe you should start looking for a wolf in sheep's clothing."
If the breathing of each man in the room hadn't been so unbearably loud, you would've felt the immediate change of atmosphere in the shared space. Wonwoo should've regretted the words he had just let fall from his lips, but he didn't. He couldn't. Mingyu dreaded getting closer to his leader, his best friend but knew better and stayed in the back, covering the other members he considered family.
Shownu's hands found their way into his pockets as he casually took a few more forward, his broad shoulders chilling along with with his body. His tongue glided over his teeth. "Are you trying to set me up against my own men?"
"I'm not trying to set you up against anyone. I'm only giving you possibilities." Wonwoo shrugged. He didn't budge. Not with each step the other leader got closer to him. Not even a little bit.
Shownu continued until the two men were nose to nose in front of each other, glaring into their souls. He gave the other man a quick up-and-down look before opening his mouth.
"Vernon." He got the attention of the, back then, youngest that had stayed back in a different room, only joining the other men once he heard the dead silence. "Start cleaning up the mess." Meaning the corpses on the floor. The blood splashes on the tiles would come later.
The youngster gulped, looking around the room, trying to lock eyes with one of his friends, begging for help, but all they did was copy his facial expression. Wonwoo's scoff reached their ear.
"Ehm," Vernon cleared his throat. He started nodding hesitantly, glancing at each body. "Yeah, yeah... I'll... do that." Just as he was about to bend down, his leader's deep voice bounced off the walls.
"Vernon," still staring at Shownu, no blink shared between them. "Don't you dare even lift a finger."
The older guy raised his left eyebrow. "Now, suddenly you're the one giving orders?"
"They listen to me. They're not one of your maids." Wonwoo spat back.
Shownu chuckled, looking around the room, almost finding humour in the situation. "And here I thought we would finally become one, but no, the Jeon ego just always gets in the way." Looking down at the floor, he kicked one of the bodies to give him more space. His arms were crossed in front of his chest. His glare fell back on Wonwoo. "You know, I had my doubts, Jeon. I really did. But here you waltzed in with your cute little entourage of businessmen wannabe gangsters, begging for forgiveness for all the shit your ancestors did, and I almost wanted to believe you. Almost. And then pull this shit here." He opened his arms widely, welcoming the mess around him.
"I said it before, I'll say it again. I have nothing to do with what happened here." SVT's leader pulled his sleeves up higher from where they fell down during his fight with one of the guys that attacked him in the scene that happened only a few minutes ago. "But you know," he took a deep breath, "It's always difficult trusting new people." His eyes fell on the newest and youngest addition of Monsta X. A person he considered a past friend, now long forgotten.
"And here you go doubting my men again." With quick strokes, Shownu was at arm's length of Wonwoo. "I'd better watch my mouth if I were you and want to keep living my life, Jeon. Or imma end it real quick for you."
Wonwoo casually put his hands into his pocket, sighing in boredom. "You can keep your trust issues to yourself, Son. I don't want to have anything to do with that."
Shownu squinted his eyes at the younger man before erupting in laughter, scaring not only the men on the other side but his own as well. Madness wasn't a level the leader had reached yet. But maybe the time had come.
"You know, you truly are just like your father. Just... utterly intolerable.-"
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Wonwoo's facial expression changed within less than a second. His eyes glared holes into the man in front of him, his mouth slightly agape.
A low chuckle shook Shownu's body. "First blind, and now he's also turning deaf," glancing at his members that joined in on the humourous reaction, before turning back to Wonwoo, who still kept his nose up high. "I said, you're exactly like your father. So you better bet-" And that's when the first fist flew. Wonwoo's knuckles clashed against the other man's jaw, a crack coming from the impact, but who got hurt more was unknown.
Shownu couldn't help but to stumbled back slightly, his fingers grazing over the burning bruise forming on his skin. He just had to chuckle.
"Struck a nerve?"
"I don't think I should be the one keeping my mouth shut."
Shownu straightened his back followed by cracking his neck by moving his head from side to side. "You really want to go separate ways like this?"
Wonwoo shrugged. "I think you'd enjoy that."
Monsta X's leader nodded, "Oh, you better I'm gonna enjoy this." Before crossing the floor to let his fist collide with Wonwoo's stomach. He was quick to catch himself from stumbling too much, reaching out to grab the man's collar, pulling him in closer, only to send him crashing against the bar counter.
That's all it took for the other men of the gang to go up against Wonwoo's group, running towards them individually, preparing themselves to follow their leaders into another fight when they had only just won one.
Minhyuk got a hold of Dokyeom, throwing him onto the floor quickly, but the younger man managed to pull him down with him.
Kihyun didn't see Hoshi, who had snuck up behind him, his arm circling around his throat to cut off the air, causing the Monsta X member to choke loudly before knocking both of them back into the wall, earning a grunt from Hoshi.
Hyungwon got rid of his jacket to wrap it around Seungkwan's wrists skillfully, pulling the younger one closer to him and twisting his arms around to his back, getting a cry out of pain in return.
The grunt reached Mingyu's ear, making him run towards the duo, only to be stopped when Wonho bumped into him as S.Coups had punched his face, involving now also the tallest member even though he just wanted to get the second youngest of the group, who had now managed to free himself and turned the fight around. Changykun was close by when his eyes found his member fighting off the eldest and the tallest members of SVT, alerting him. He snatched a glass off one of the small tables, taking it along with him. Right as he showed up behind Mingyu, he smashed the glass against his head before getting a hold of his dress shirt and dragging him off his fellow member.
Wonwoo and Shownu had gotten their own space behind the bar, earning punch after punch from each other, interrupted by a few bottles being thrown or kicks to the legs.
Huffs, grunts, moans in pain, and cracking bones were the only sounds filling the club that usually only housed music and skin-against-skin slapping during sexual encounters.
If the space didn't already look messy enough from the party before, it now seemed more than just destroyed. Glass pieces decorated the floor and bodies, the suit jackets the men had worn before were scattered on different furniture and sticky fluids covered all possible surfaces.
Shownu managed to get a hold of Wonwoo's thick set of hair, holding his head up against his, his low voice ringing through his ear.
"You're a fucking rat, Jeon. Not a bit better than your father. You're the same asshole he was and will forever be exactly just that." With full force, he pushed the younger man's head against the bar countertop. He kept pressing down while Wonwoo wiggled around, trying to get out of the situation. He was about to kick back, hoping to hit his kneecap when the pressure against the side of his skull lifted. With a quick push, he was back up on his feed, watching what had happened. He found Vernon, standing behind Shownu, a pole in his hand, with which he must've hit the Monsta X leader as he was holding the back of his head, glaring at the youngest.
Wonwoo took the chance to snap off the metal hose that was connected to a beer chug underneath the counter. Just as Shownu was about to connect his fist with Vernon's face, SVT's leader wrapped the house around the older man's neck, pulling him up against his chest. Wonwoo tightened it as much as possible, hoping to knock the other man out when Shownu smacked his head back against Wonwoo's forehead, making him lose the grip on the hose. With a quick move, Shownu got a hold of the younger one's shirt and lifted him slightly, only to throw him over the bar counter. Wonwoo's back hit the floor, making him grunt out loud as he felt the tiniest splinters of glass boring his skin.
He knew he had to get up quickly, no matter how much pain he was in. His head was throbbing, there was a continuous ringing in his ear, and his glasses were God knows where at this point - he cursed whoever was up there for his terrible eyesight. He could feel the blood trickling down his back and hands as he got up, his jaw feeling swollen, and his left eye was almost glued together from the blood that had already started to dry out.
Shownu came around the corner, spitting out a tooth onto the floor as his gaze was back on his rival. He watched the man come back to his feet. The action made him chuckle.
"You better not die on my floor."
Wonwoo glared at him. "You wish. A Jeon's corpse in your club must be like Christmas to you."
His comment made Shownu smirk. "You know me too well." Before running up to the younger man again, raising his fist. Wonwoo was quick to react and duck out of the way, snatching a knife he saw earlier from the countertop, only to jam it into the older one's shoulder. He cried out in pain, stumbling forward as he tried to reach for it, but it was stuck in a place he couldn't reach. He turned around in anger, his face burning red. Shownu was met with a gun pointed directly at him.
"Who would've thought Jeon Wonwoo carries a gun with him," he choked out, slight amusement concealing his voice.
Wonwoo shook his head, his breathing still harsh as he tried not to fall to the ground. "It's not mine."
That's when Shownu noticed the sudden silence in the room. Ahead of him was Seungkwan laying on the ground, Hyungwon right next to him, his own gun pointed at Wonwoo. Wonho was knocked out on the floor with S.Coups and Mingyu sitting on one of the blood-covered couches, Changkyun right underneath Mingyu's foot, begging for air.
Hoshi was coming closer to the leading duo, Kihyun's gun now in Hoshi's hands as he held it right against his rival's temple with his other arm tight around his throat.
Everything was quiet when a painful cough echoed through the room. Through a door, that was now flat on the floor, came Dokyeom crawling on his knees while Minhyuk pushed him further with his foot. Wonwoo locked eyes with his member, who glanced at his leader in despair and embarrassment. He nodded at the younger member to reassure him before directing his attention back to his rival.
The gun was still pointing directly at Shownu, who had decided to stay still on the floor, but he chuckled with a salty undertone.
"So you want a Son's corpse in this club?"
Wonwoo shook his head, lowering the gun in his hand. "I don't want you dead. I don't need any blood on my hands."
"Look around you. Look at what you did, Jeon." The Monsta X leader tried to trick him.
"These guys are passed out for good, but not dead." His statement earned him a look of confusion from Shownu, so he continued, "I teach my men how to fight. Not how to kill." He dropped the gun and threw it towards the leader on the floor before turning around, only to get stopped when the older man got up. He told the other members to lower their weapons with a quick hand move.
"You're still a rat." Wonwoo turned around one last time at the sudden comment. "I should've listened to my father. Don't trust a Jeon. Never trust a Jeon."
He got a nod from SVT's leader in return, who exchanged glances with his guys, making them stand up as Mingyu rushed over to help Dokyeom up from the floor.
With a quick glance at Shownu, he bid his goodbye. "Well. From now on, you won't have to anymore." And started walking towards the door, the other members in trail close behind him. He couldn't help but to let out the last comment that kept tickling his tongue before exiting through the front door. "You better start cleaning up the mess if you want the club to re-open tomorrow."
Outside, each man was finally able to breathe in the fresh air, sounding like men starved from breathing for a decade as they enjoyed the night breeze that struck their bruised skin. Wonwoo immediately started looking around for the youngest member. He quickly found his silhouette sitting on the side of the pavement, a cigarette dangling between his lips. Right next to him, was the limp body of the security guard that had let them in about two hours ago. The sight made the leader almost chuckle.
"How's the guy?" He asked the youngster, who had turned around, nudging his head towards the buff man on the floor.
Vernon puffed out the last bit of his cigarette. "Knocked out pretty good. He won't remember any of this in a few hours."
Wonwoo nodded, "Good," and patted the shoulder of the younger member, giving him a quick glance. "Well done."
"Thanks, boss."
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Not even letting anyone else interrupt, the man, apparently called Shownu, continued right after he brushed off the two women on each side of him, followed by his colleagues doing the same thing. "I see you replaced your little entourage with something much much more beautiful. Hey." His eyes were fixed on your form, noticing how you had tried to hide half of your body behind the CEO's frame.
"I'm more important than her right now, Son," Wonwoo's deep voice sliced the room while you watched the women awkwardly jogging out of the room.
The other man scoffed, exchanging amused glances with his friends before locking eyes with you again. "Well, how dare you say something like that about such a beauty. What's your name, darling?"
"I swear-"
"You should've brought the other guys if you didn't want me to talk to her, Jeon." Shownu cut off Wonwoo right away. His legs were still wide, his back relaxed against the back of the couch, the other men in similar poses.
A low chuckle came from the one on the right. "He knew they wouldn't survive another visit."
"You weren't even here the last time, so shut your fucking mouth, Jooheon," Wonwoo snapped at him. He jumped up from the couch immediately, ready to rush over to the two of you, when his leader stopped him.
"Boys, boys, calm down." He stood up with a grunt, taking two steps forward. His right hand held onto the wrist of his other one, giving a clear stance of power as he gave you another look that ran up and down your body, shooting a cold shiver through your body. "I'm sure Sir Jeon Wonwoo right here is smarter than that, right? Like you said, it would just make a terrible mess, wouldn't it?"
Not getting a verbal answer in return, was enough for him to continue. "Well then." He clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "Let's not play around and cut to the chase, huh?" His eyes met Wonwoo's cold glare. "Why the fuck do I have your feet on my ground again? And more importantly-" Before bending down to the side slightly to find you. "What is a lady like you doing in a hellhouse like this?"
Uncontrollably, you lifted your hand to touch Wonwoo's back, hooking your fingers into the small belt thing in the back of his suit jacket. Wonwoo knew better than to spit at Shownu again, but he could also feel the fear radiating off your body, making him change his stance just slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed by his rival. Of course, it didn't.
With a bright smile, the other man opposite you took a step to the side, extending his arm to point at the seating arrangement behind him.
"Please." All while keeping his eyes on you. You tried to look away, tried breaking the intense contact he held with you, but it seemed almost impossible.
In the first second, your brain didn't want to understand what he was proposing, but you quickly caught onto it, shaking your head softly in response. Opening your mouth, your voice seemed so much smaller than you had wanted to. It was bound to happen, in a room as big as that, surrounded by men with their physiques.
You gently raised a hand. "I... I'm good."
Shownu stood back straight, raising one eyebrow. "I wasn't asking, darling."
All while Wonwoo was unresponsive. No change in posture, no noticeable uneven breathing. Not even a clenched fist. It seemed as if he almost didn't care about his possible biggest rival inviting the woman behind him to come closer. You let your eyes travel to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of him looking down at you, letting you know what to do, but the CEO continued to keep his head up high, glaring at the man in front of the two of you.
With each passing second spent in unbearable silence, Shownu got more and more impatient, slowly but surely also rubbing off on the other men of his in the room as they sat forward, their arms resting on their upper thighs.
Deciding that keeping that man waiting any longer couldn't result in anything good, you dared to make your left foot step forward. You didn't even get to finish it before Wonwoo's body was quickly in front of you, hiding your entire frame behind his shoulders.
You heard Shownu sigh. "Move, Jeon."
He shook his head in return as his hand moved behind his back, showing you his palm. You were unsure if it was an act of courtesy or if he wanted you to place yours in his palm, so you just continued standing still. One glance behind you let you know that the security men were just as unamused about you two being there as the owners of the club.
"She has nothing to do with this. I'm here-"
"You know the rules, Won." A different voice suddenly spoke up. The man on the left side of the couch decided to speak up, using a nickname you hadn't even heard coming from Mingyu. Ever.
Noticing his fingertips moving, you looked down and found them extended as if waiting for something to hold onto. You hesitated at first but once you saw him clearly indicating you to place your hand in his, you did as asked. With one swift but surprising move, you were pulled right next to him, almost making you gasp. Looking up to your right, the side profile of the CEO glanced at you. You could see him eyeing you from the corner of his eye as he nodded, hoping to assure you of whatever was to come next. Your head turned to Shownu, who just kept a smug smile on his lips, eyeing you up and down the entire time. As if your outfit wasn't uncomfortable enough for you already, you now wished to rip it off your body and hide your figure in the biggest, longest, and thickest robe the world had ever seen.
With each step you took closer to the bad guy in the situation, your heart let you know just how bad of an idea it actually was. You had already had to let go of Wonwoo's hand, which you noticed only freed you hesitantly, keeping a tight grip on you until the very last second. There was one more step up separating you and the other men. While it did feel like a good and protective barrier, even though it would most definitely be the last thing keeping them away from you, you didn't get to appreciate it for as long as you would've liked to as a hand reached out for you. Looking up, you were once again met with brown eyes radiating anything but comfort. They were just as dark as Wonwoo's but yet so different. You had never been afraid of the man behind you, not even for a second. Intimated, of course, for obvious reasons, but his eyes always wrapped a cloak of comfort and protection around you while the two eyes now in front of you were clearly telling your body to run. Run and hide. Don't get closer. But you were very well aware that that wasn't an option at that moment.
Your shaky hand lifted to meet his palm, helping you up to the podium where you were now alone with the three men. Shownu's rough hands found their way to your hips, freezing your body even though they were much warmer than expected. He turned you around to face the room.
Now you understood where his confidence came from. Standing up there, you clearly felt more elevated than everyone else in the room. Better than anybody that even dared to enter this hole of a hell.
With a deep breath, you hoped to shake off the frightening feeling of the unknown as you glanced at Wonwoo, hoping to find some form of stability through him. He had hidden his hands in his pocket, carefully analyzing each man on the left and right, quickly regretting not coming up with a secret code between the two of you. He should've seen this coming. He knew the moment you'd step foot into that club, he was gonna lose the hold on you at some point, but he had prayed it wouldn't actually happen.
"Are you ready to listen to me now?" His voice was laced with slight annoyance. Shownu's hands left your hips, giving you time to breathe freely, but only for a second before you felt his hot breath against your ear.
He extended one finger in Wonwoo's direction. "Let me enjoy this here first."
You wanted to lock eyes with the man standing only a few feet away from you, but he didn't even dare. He had broken a promise he made to himself, and he couldn't even look at you. As annoyed as you wanted to be, the lips by the side of your head were too distracting, followed by the calloused fingertips running over your collarbone.
"Now onto you, beautiful," he whispered, making you close your eyes as you prayed to whoever was up there to just make it stop. "What's your name?"
"Y/N." You shot out. Of course, you could've lied. You should've lied. You noticed it quickly by Wonwoo's reaction, but in a fight-or-flight situation, lying wasn't going to be your strength.
He hummed into your ear, that almost sounded like a groan. His fingers danced around your shoulders, coming to a halt at the straps of your outfit. You wanted to call it a dress, but it was barely that. With one move, Shownu was suddenly behind you, his lips now close to your neck.
"You know, you're wearing quite the outfit here." His fingers hooked underneath your strap, to which your body immediately reacted by straightening and lifting your shoulders to stop him from what you thought would probably come next. "A bit too much for my liking." Without a warning and unfazed by your reaction, he pulled the right strap down.
"Son, I swear to-" Wonwoo's harsh voice hit your ear. You saw him take one step forward but he was quickly stopped by your sudden gasp echoing through the room once you felt cold metal meeting your lower back. Before anyone could react, you heard guns reloading and quickly realised what was being held against your skin. You closed your eyes.
"You swear to God what, Jeon? Huh? Be smart now." Shownu didn't show any sign of remorse. He wasn't going to be the one the back down from this.
Wonwoo raised his hands in defence, eyeing the other men who had raised their guns to point them at him. "I came here to talk to you. I don't wanna start anything."
"Who is she?" The older man nodded at you. "To you."
A sigh came from the CEO. "My partner." His comment made you look at him.
Shownu suddenly laughing out loud caught you off guard. "Yeah, right." His rough fingers graced your jaw and down your neck. "You really think I'd believe you bringing your own bitch here?" He chuckled again and took back the metal against your back as he rounded you to stand to your right again. "I mean, I must give it to you. You played the part of protective boyfriend pretty fucking well, but I know you better than that, Jeon. You can't fool me." And just when you thought you were out of the line of fire, he raised the gun again, close, yet not touching, to your temple. Your breathing cut off immediately. Something in your body stopped you from crying because God, you just wanted to start weeping.
"Business partner," Wonwoo quickly told him. "We work together."
Shownu raised one eyebrow as he chuckled. "No shit." He lowered the gun again, letting you let out the breath you were holding. "What kind of business?"
"Not the business you're thinking of. I told you I'm out of that." The CEO explained. "I bought a company."
"I know that. You don't think I watch the news, idiot?" His question made Wonwoo almost roll his eyes, but he knew to hold himself back.
"She used to work there, now she's COO."
A silence fell over the room. Glancing to the side, you found Shownu, looking straight ahead, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he turned to glare at you, a smirk forming on his lips as soon as your eyes met.
"Yoon Y/N." Hearing your name fall from his lips made you gulp.
"Wow," he laughed and directed his attention back to Wonwoo. "You took Sungho's company and his little princess? You are cold-hearted, Jeon." After a look up and down your body, he licked his lips. "He used to keep her so hidden, and you're out here, showing her off like the price that she is. I taught you well." Listening to them speak as if you weren't even in the room with them made you want to accept the offer of squeezing out the eyes of every man in the room.
"You didn't teach me shit." Wonwoo gained back the confidence he usually holds himself up with once no gun in the room was pointed at him or you again. He knew very well what he could and could not do in each situation, having studied the rival group for years. When no snarky remark came in response, he continued with a sigh. "Now are you finally ready to listen to me?"
By now, you had brought the strap of your outfit back up on your shoulder, hiding your body behind your crossed arms once again, hoping and praying to escape from this place as quickly as possible.
Shownu let a small laugh tumble from his lips. "You must be pretty damn desperate to come to me."
He didn't need an answer. It seemed like everyone in the room already knew. No one in their right mind would even dare to set foot in this building if not desperately needed.
Yet, Wonwoo gave in with a nod.
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"That Park fucker, I swear to God," Shownu leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his fingers running through his hair.
After shooing every single person out of the room, he got situated back onto the couch, Wonwoo taking a seat to his right at the corner, where another member of Shownu's group had been sitting merely a few minutes ago. He brought you along to sit down next to him after making sure you were somewhat doing alright. Good to know he still cared after pretending a little too well that he didn't.
"You know him?" The CEO wondered, saying out loud what went through your mind as well.
After sharing the entire story of the break-in, and the lawsuit, followed by the evidence brought in by Sehun and finishing off with Jihoon expertly recommending the two of you to pay Monsta X a visit, Shownu seemed to know a little more than you expected.
The rival nodded. "The last time you were here-"
"We went over this-"
"Those were his men."
Wonwoo stopped. He wasn't expecting that to come out. "What? His men?" Getting a nod in return. With a loud sigh, he stood up. "And you thought it was us?! When it was him all along?! What the fuck was the interrogation for then?!"
"Sit back down before I put a bullet through your head," Shownu told him. The low calmness in his voice a little sending a wave of fright through your body.
But Wonwoo didn't budge. "Why didn't you say anything?" Lowering his voice as well.
"You could be working with him for all I know. You really wanna fight about that now?!"
"Just admit that you were in the wrong."
"You better shut your fucking mouth. I'm the only one that can help you right now." Now both men were standing, facing each other with heavy breaths. It made Wonwoo chuckle as he shook his head.
"You're pathetic." Walking around the seating space as Shownu sat back down.
"So, what do you need from me?"
"The security camera videos," the CEO answered him. "Give me that, and we're out."
The rival straightened his back. "You want to have security camera footage to bring it to court and reveal what's going on in my club. I think the fuck not. You can see yourself out." He got up and was quick on his feet as he stepped down from the slightly elevated part of the room, walking towards the door.
You had finally had enough, and just as Wonwoo was about to open his mouth, you beat him to it. "They won't know it's from here." Shownu stopped in his tracks, only to turn around with a smug smirk plastered on his face.
He raised an eyebrow. "So she can actually talk." Commenting on your choice to stay quiet for the night. While he seemed amused by your outburst, Wonwoo was anything but that and quickly took in his position from before, covering half of your frame with his.
"Your watermark on the cameras isn't your fucking logo, and we won't tell them where we got the footage from."
The rival redirected his attention, leaving you in the back once again. "And you expect me to believe you?" The older man crossed his arms in front of his chest, his feet wider apart to show dominance in the situation.
Wonwoo copied him, only hiding his hands in his pockets. "You want to watch him go down just as much as we do."
Shownu sighed out loud in clear annoyance, running a hand through his hair. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You're taking that stupid saying a bit too seriously, Jeon."
"Trust me, you're anything but my friend."
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You were advised to wait outside of the security man's room at the very back of the hallway, suggesting that what they would find on each of those videos was anything but pleasant. What you thought of the way Wonwoo was handling bringing you into this scene was still undecided by you. On one hand, you were definitely thankful you were able to stay clear of witnessing anything you'd prefer to keep unseen, but on the other hand, you were in this shithole just as much as Wonwoo and him treating you like some fragile dove was almost humiliating. Yes, of course, you weren't all that big and strong as him and whatnot, and yes, you were definitely more scared of whoever these men here were than you'd like to admit, but being a little damsel in distress would feel a bit different, you thought.
Question after question kept running through your head as you walked along the walls of the cold hallway. The stones on the side made everything just look more and more like a dungeon, sending yet another chill down your spine. This used to be a place Wonwoo would visit frequently... most of his friends along with him... How much of this timeline in Wonwoo's life did you actually want to know about? He seemed to have put it behind him, but that's when you remembered one of your dad's sayings.
"Your past will forever be a part of you."
You were too young to understand what he meant and to this very day, you couldn't recall what the context of the moment was. But it stuck with you. And now it made you think. Every single thing that had happened with Wonwoo in the past 48 hours... what were you getting yourself into? Did you want to just let yourself fall into the arms of another man when you swore to yourself you wouldn't be doing that exact thing? And what man were you even trusting here? Back in the day, he was just the stupid douchebag, a rich kid of a CEO, then he became your boss, and now... now he was a man you found comfort in. A man you could trust... you... you tried to trust. But... he had secrets. Secrets that only now are making an appearance and God only knows, if everything with Chanyeol had never happened, how would your relationship with Wonwoo even have turned out? Would you still think of him as the annoying bachelor turned CEO or would be able to see the caring man he was behind this facade? The man who despised his father's wrongs and tried to do everything right again. You saw the way he acted around his mother, and it almost made your knees give in. It was a gentleness you had never seen before. It was so foreign to you, but it made you oh that much more jealous... why did it make you jealous? You hated to admit it, and Binna would slap you and tell you 'I told you so' but in your head, you were finally able to admit it. Jealous of a soft man's touch. Jealous of someone caring for you. Worrying about you. No gang member would act like that, right? You almost chuckled at the thought of Shownu treating a woman with respect. That was not a man with the possibility of having respect for anyone but himself. But Wonwoo... no, he wasn't like that. Maybe he had changed. Potentially, he had been similar to Shownu in the past... The mere thought of it made you want to throw up... But no, he told you himself, that he had promised himself to become everything his father hadn't been growing up. But after all, this kind of life had still been a part of him at some point. The dark side. The side where men would spend hours in clubs just like the Monbebe, touching, pulling, and groping women. The image of seeing him or any other of his friends in either one of these rooms behind those doors or upstairs, enjoying a drink by the bar, eyeing women up and down as they passed them, touching them, kissing them, taking th-
The door the two men had disappeared behind a few minutes ago opened, revealing the man that had been occupying your brain for the entirety of the time you had spent alone. The smoke from your brain overworking finally stopped, letting you take in a deep breath you didn't remember holding in. Too many thoughts for one night...
"You're okay?" Where the first words coming from him as he noticed the clear distance you had out between yourself and the door.
You nodded with a shaky smile in return. Before you could say anything, Shownu made an appearance behind the CEO, closing the door before you could even try to get a look inside.
"Are you ready to leave my club now?" He snapped at Wonwoo. Clearly, the two hadn't magically just become best friends behind closed doors.
Wonwoo turned around with a nod. "You won't see me here again."
"I'm counting on it." He leaned to the side slightly, sending a smirk your way. "You on the other hand, I would love to invite you someday again."
You couldn't even react as the CEO placed a hand on the older man's bigger chest. Their cold eyes met. "Over my dead body."
"I can make that happen." Shownu smiled, smacking the hand off of him.
Without another word, Wonwoo turned to you, taking a few steps forward to step in line with you, his hand finding a comforting place on your lower back.
"Come on, let's go," he whispered. "Let's get out of here."
"You got everything?" You wondered, surprising yourself with the steadiness of your voice after keeping quiet for so long.
He nodded. "Everything we need."
Before you could run up the stairs again, the sound of the older man's voice echoed through the hallway. "You better take Park down, Jeon."
Wonwoo said goodbye with a raised hand in return, before both of you finally made your way out.
-
After getting out of the club, the CEO had given you his jacket once again before you found Hongseok already waiting for you. With you not knowing what to do or say, and Wonwoo unsure of what was going on in your head, the car ride was spent in complete silence. Neither one of you wanted to even dare interrupt the quietness you shared, even though it was anything but comfortable. Good for you, that you were too lost in thought to notice him moving around in his seat almost nervously. You didn't even realise that Hongseok was driving you back to Wonwoo's place. At least not until you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you turn to the side, only to find Wonwoo waiting by the open door. His extended hand was waiting for you to reach out for it to help you out. You quietly thanked the driver before letting the CEO guide you into the building, into the elevator, and right into his apartment.
It was only then he dared to speak. "You want something to drink?"
You snapped back into reality. "Hm?"
He turned back around as he was just about to enter the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"
You shook your head slightly, "No, no, I'm good. I had enough wine last night."
Wonwoo couldn't help but hold back a chuckle. "I meant like water... or tea?"
"Oh. Ehm... yeah, okay," you nodded this time. Remembering, you still had your shoes on, you followed him into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the barstools. That man had way too many places to sit and eat for a one-bedroom apartment.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Your head snapped up to look at him standing by the sink. You nodded. "Yeah..." Before bending down to release your feet from the confinement of those terrible high heels. Wonwoo watched your slight struggle, leaving the cups on the countertop as he rounded the kitchen island to bend down in front of you. You let your hands drop, already knowing where this was going. Your eyes analysed his fingers playing with the clasp on the leather strap.
"You know, it's okay if... you're a bit... unsure," he softly spoke, not losing focus on his task.
"Unsure?" You wondered.
"Does scarred sound better?" He looked up. The sight almost made you gasp. Just like all the other times when you had been in similar situations. Him... on his knees... in front of you... looking up at you with those dark eyes that looked so cold yet made you feel so warm.
You shook your head. "I'm not scared."
"Okay," he simply answered before letting both of your shoes fall to the floor. A soft moan of freedom tumbled from your lips.
"Thanks."
His fingers running up your feet slightly didn't go unnoticed by you, even though you think it should've gone by the way Wonwoo just simply stood back up and got back to making you your cup of tea.
"I'm not scared," you repeated, knowing that you mostly said it, trying to reassure yourself of the truth of the statement. "Maybe a little weirded out... but not scared."
He nodded again. "I understand. And I get it."
An important question was tickling the top of your tongue. One that you had been asking yourself ever since he disappeared with Shownu, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the hallway. They gave you too much time to think and now you were starting the question too many things you shouldn't even be thinking about. But you couldn't help it. You had to know.
"How-" As soon as the first word fell from your lips, you stopped yourself. Wonwoo's head shot in your direction, leaving the water to boil in the back. Seeing his eyes trained on you just made you forget about every worry you had before. This man couldn't possibly...
"Ask," he assured you, leaning on the counter as he watched you debate with yourself. He wanted you to ask. He almost needed you to.
You stuttered. "I... I don't know if I want to know." Your voice was suddenly quieter than before as you looked down at your hands that had started a thumb war.
"You deserve to know," he simply let you know.
"But..." you sighed out loud, almost in annoyance. Who were you annoyed at though? "Jesus... I just." You tried collecting your thoughts as well as you possibly could, but there was way too much going on and your brain didn't have nearly the capacity you needed it to have at that very moment. "I don't know what to think. I... It's just weird."
"I understand that." He continued to let you know, nodding along with you as his gentle voice reached you.
With a desperate sigh, you let your elbows rest on top of the counter, bringing your hands up to cover your face. You had to. "How involved were you in the Monbebe?"
He hummed, pushing himself off to stand straight again. "I wasn't one of those men sitting, drinking and pulling women down into their lap, if that's what you're thinking."
You nodded shyly, whispering almost to yourself. "That is what I was thinking..."
"I hate that club just as much as you do now," he sent you an almost sympathetic smile before turning back again to finish the tea. You noticed two cups next to each other.
"I don't know if that's possible," you chuckled, brushing over your arms that were still covered by his jacket.
He copied you. "You're right. You probably hate it just a little bit more than me, but trust me," he placed the cup for you right under your nose, "I didn't enjoy even a second I had to spend in there. Not back then, not today."
You nodded. Still hesitant about asking more questions, Wonwoo noticed your nervous frame, deciding to continue to avoid another uncomfortable silence washing over the two of you.
"Shownu's grandfather and mine started it all." The beginning of his story made you look up, watching him set down his own mug. "God knows what exactly happened between them but it all started with them. Then, our fathers took over, and the rivalry just continued. It started as a normal business rivalry, you know, just... stupid shit and jealousy over the success of the other one. But then..." He took a deep breath. "My father made some really stupid decisions, and it brought him to the darker side of that business. And before he knew it, Shownu's father lured him into helping him and... it all took a very bad turn from then on. The whole gang shit- I... it's stupid. But if you're born into it, you're born into it. There's not much you can do. So I had I was pretty much forced into continuing whatever my father had started, but... I really wanted to make it right more so. Shownu obviously had his doubts about that, and it wasn't easy to convince him, but somehow, don't ask how, I managed to do so."
"You," you interrupted him, "You don't have to tell me all of this."
"But you deserve to know," he answered. "I shouldn't have brought you there. It was a stupid idea on my side, and now you have to carry that with you for the rest of-"
"Hey," you stopped him gently. "It was my choice to go with you. I could've said no."
"Still," he shook your comment off.
"No." You didn't even let him continue. "We had to go through that and... now we did." You shared a moment of silence, looking into his eyes before opening your mouth again. "But... I gotta be honest... I don't know how much I want to know... about that part of... your past."
Wonwoo sighed, his gaze on the mug on the countertop. "I told you I want to be honest with you, and you deserve to know everything-"
"But I also told you that I trust you," you quickly added before he could take his thoughts much further, making him look up at you. "And I meant that." You shook your head. "I don't have to know everything about that... Jesus, I don't even want to, honestly. Not now, at least." Adding the last statement a bit quieter.
With a deep breath, Wonwoo decided to speak up after watching to stir your tea with the spoon he gave you. He thought carefully about each word he let out. "I think you might see me a bit differently after... what happened that last time there."
"The bloodbath?" You wondered, remembering the comments Shownu and him made within the first seconds of meeting him.
Wonwoo just nodded, taking a big gulp from his drink.
"I don't care," your simple answer surprised him as his eyes fell back on you again. "Don't tell me." You shrugged, "In Jihoon's office, I... I wanted you to tell me what the hell was going on because I was just... confused and... I guess scared. But now..." Another sigh fell from your lips, slightly shakier than before. "I just don't think I want to know." Because you were scared. You might not verbally admit it, but God... you didn't even want to imagine what could've happened back then.
"Okay," Wonwoo understood you. He couldn't have been more thankful to leave that story to tell at some point in the future. "Not today. Another time."
"Another time," you agreed with him, finally bringing up the now lukewarm mug to your lips, letting it trickle down your throat, sending a wash of comfort through your body.
The two of you started talking about the next steps including, getting the videos to Jihoon, him bringing every piece of evidence to the court, and what could further happen. Possible delays, future court dates, and how to deal with the situation at work. It almost felt a little too nice. Too... domestic. You seating on one of the barstools, him in the kitchen, moving around as he got himself a glass of water, getting you one as well even without asking you. All while talking about work.
Before the scene could feel too good for your own good, you snapped back.
"Okay," you sighed, moving around with your hands awkwardly, "I should... probably go home now." After bending down to snatch your shoes into your hands, you made your way over to the door.
Wonwoo straightened his back from his leaning position over the counter. "Yeah, sure," he followed you to the entrance, his right hand suspiciously in the pocket of his pants.
You turned around to say one last thing when the close proximity of his chest surprised you, making you forget what you were about to say as you just stared up into his eyes. He smirked at you before you felt his hand on your free one again, placing something in your palm before taking a small step back to let you look down. That damn key again.
"Won-" you started with a heavy breath, but the show of his palms stopped you.
"You're not taking a cab or public transport. Not in this outfit."
His comment made you look down. The 'dress'... right... But you also were still wearing his jacket, which you decided to shrug off to give back to him, already deciding that fighting about the car wasn't going to get you anywhere. His hands on your shoulders stopped your movements.
"You're also keeping the jacket on."
You sighed, "You're really not gonna let me make any decisions, huh?"
His gentle smile sent somewhat of a tingle to your heart, making you almost grin too. "Not after today, no." It wasn't a one-time thing and didn't have much to do with the events of that day- both of you knew that, neither one of you decided to comment on it.
His voice had suddenly become much lower, or maybe it had always been that low, but the closeness of his body let you register it more.
Understandingly, you nodded along. "Today was... long."
"And weird," he finished your thought, his gaze still down at you while you stood in front of him, feeling smaller than usual. In just a skimpy dress, some almost see-through tights, and his suit jacket, along with your shoes in one hand and his car keys in the other, you could've jumped straight out of the depths of his imagination.
"Yeah," you breathed out. He had definitely come closer. He wasn't THAT close before. Right?... Right?! The grip on your shoes tightened as your heartbeat surprised you by speeding up. God...
You should've already been out the door. Why on earth were you still standing in his apartment, barely ready to actually walk out. Your body knew why. Your heart knew why. But your brain decided to yet decline what was going on. Your breathing and stuttering ratted you out though.
You looked around frantically, running a hand through your hair as you suddenly created a bigger space between the two of you, not noticing the hand Wonwoo just dropped back to be by his side.
"I... I'm gonna go." Without waiting for another remark from his side, you turned around. You didn't get far though.
"Y/N," his voice struck you, immediately making you turn back to him. Your face screamed hope but dropped quickly as he continued. "I'm sorry." Wait. No. No no no. That wasn't supposed to happen. That's not what usually followed the call out of a name.
You scrunched your eyebrows, all hope and desperation gone, now replaced by pure confusion. "For what?"
With two big steps, he caught up with you, not wasting another second as he reached out, placed his hand on your neck and pulled you in, his lips meeting yours instantly. The sudden movement made you jolt in surprise, your full hands coming up to his chest to steady yourself.
You quickly fell into a matching rhythm, your lips moving against each other like butter. His fingers tightened on your neck, truly pulling you in as closely as he possibly could, getting a soft moan of you return. Kissing you wasn't enough, this man wanted to breathe you in. His free hand came up to get a hold of the shoes you were still holding onto. You let go, giving him the freedom to let them drop to the floor behind him. As soon as you could feel his lips distancing from yours, a whine dared to escape from you. He kept your noses close enough to touch.
"Stay," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your lips. Wonwoo didn't give you time to respond, smashing his lips back on yours. You continued to enjoy this moment, just moving along with him, breathing heavily as you felt his left hand come to your hips, travelling to your lower back. You had to let go.
"Wonwoo-"
"Please." He didn't let you finish. Pleading against your lips as you were close to distancing yourself from him. You let your eyes meet. Your eyebrows raised, scrunched in desperation, his just as usual low and unsaying of any of his emotions. But you could hear it in his voice. The slight shake. He wanted this. He needed this. Just as much as you did. Your breaths were already becoming one, your mouths begging to touch.
Fuck it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you. He let go of your neck, both of his hands immediately working on getting rid of the jacket that was still covering your body. And you let him. He undressed you hastily, throwing the anorak somewhere onto the floor - neither of you could care less. Before you could intertwine your hands behind his neck again, his hand found yours, taking back the key, only to make it join the jacket. A chuckle left your lips at his eagerness. Everything happened while your lips were still dancing with each other. Not fighting. Not moving. Dancing, as they fit like they were made for each other. You didn't want it to stop, convinced that it would have the same effect as holding your breath forever.
Wonwoo's hands travelled lower until they reached your ass and he crouched down before whispering into your mouth, "Jump." Letting you hop into his arms, his hands firmly on your behind to steady you. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, hoping to be as close to him as you possibly could. You let your fingers start to play with the hair on the back of his neck, tugging slightly, making him chuckle as he leaned back.
"Careful," he whispered before lowering you down onto his bed, his much wider frame covering yours, engulfing you in comfort as he just hovered above you.
Wonwoo didn't give you enough time to enjoy his lips on yours with the softness of his bed underneath before he moved onto your neck. His mouth started following your jawline, down to the side of your neck while your hands found a good place on his shoulders. You moaned out loud, not even caring about holding it back.
"We've been here once before, right?" His voice vibrated on your skin. He travelled back up to kiss your cheek, keeping his face at a distance to look you in the eyes as his fingers petted some strands of hairs out of your face. "But I'm planning on finishing it this time. Okay?"
In desperation, you nodded, hoping to get further and get his body back fully onto yours. "Please do," you whined, his hands exploring your still-covered body.
Wonwoo smirked down at you, "I got you, baby," giving you a quick peck, which you had hoped would turn into a continuation of before, but were let down when he let go again. "Let's get you out of this first." Rubbing the material of your dress. He stood back up on his two feet, getting a hold of your hand to pull you up with him. Before you had enough time to gaze at his face, taking in every inch of his perfectly sculpted facial structure, he turned you around softly. His lips immediately went back to his neck as his fingers looked for the zip he had closed up a few hours ago, getting a soft moan from you in return.
"You look so beautiful in this," he whispered against your skin, sending a chill down your spine. "But you have no idea how fucking hard it was to keep my hands off you the entire evening." With each word he spoke, the butterflies in your stomach grew wilder and wilder. You just wanted him to never stop.
Once the zip was all the way down, he let the fabric drop down your arms, and you let him. Why should you stop at this moment? As soon as the dress fell to the floor, you stepped out of it and were turned back to face Wonwoo. His hand came up to cradle your face.
"Do you remember how I said I wanted to do this right?" You only trusted yourself to nod, scared of what sound might leave your mouth if you dared to speak. He grinned, "Good." And his lips were back on yours. Swiftly, he also got rid of your bra before his hands went down on the side of your thighs, pulling you in and making you wrap your legs around him once again. He took the opportunity to kneel down onto the bed, getting both of you onto the mattress and making sure your head met a pillow. Just like before, his lips left yours yet again to trace a line down your neck, only now also following the natural line of your collarbone before going further down and down. He didn't stop until he reached your breasts, kissing the right side first, getting closer and closer to your nipple, waiting for your moans to get higher. That's when you started to feel his tongue just on the outline of your nipple, going around it in circles, making you lift your body up automatically. His grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down to lay you flat, making you unable to move, no matter how much your body was begging for friction.
Wonwoo moved onto your left side, his mouth leaving wet kisses all over your tits as his tongue tickled your skin. You had let your hands move on their own. They found Wonwoo's grasp as they tried to loosen his grasp to give you some more freedom to move around. No chance. That man wasn't gonna let go of you any time soon.
"Wonwoo," your breathy voice made him come up to your lips again, teasing you by hovering above you, only coming close enough that your lips could potentially touch if you just moved up less than an inch. He hummed, giving you the notice to continue talking. Easier said than done when he started to place kisses all over your face again until he reached your neck.
"Please," you continued to beg for more. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
"Why the rush, gorgeous?" If only he knew what all of those nicknames were doing to you. Well, he was about to find out.
Not giving you time to respond, he moved himself down your body, making sure to resume his trail of kisses down your entire body. As if it was his goal to have touched every bit of your skin with his lips - if only you knew that was his exact goal. Maybe not for just tonight, but as a life goal.
His skilled finger quickly made their way into the seam of your tights, pulling them down. Slowly. Gently. Painfully.
You groaned.
"Let me take my time with you," he whispered. You shuffled yourself up, your elbows steadying you as you looked down at him now pulling off the thin piece of clothing and throwing it onto the floor.
Your heavy breathing didn't stop. "You're teasing." It wasn't a question or a cry of desperation. Maybe just a bit... but it was also a simple fact.
Wonwoo smirked proudly, getting closer to you again, stopping right in front of your face. "Good." He gave you a quick peck. "Now you know what it's like having to stand next to you every goddamn day and not be able to touch you."
"Who says you can't?" Where the sudden boost in confidence came from, was a question to everyone involved.
His low chuckle sent a warm rush right down where you were begging for him the most. "Well, I am a gentleman after all." He got slightly closer, his breath now tickling your lips, continuing his tease. You were too focused on his mouth just barely touching yours, not noticing the hand he had let travel lower, diving right into your underwear. The tip of his finger grazed your clit, getting a quick shutter and deep moan in return. To silence you, Wonwoo was quick to break the tension, covering your mouth with his once again, his tongue brushing over your lips immediately too.
As if his kisses alone didn't already make you moan enough, his fingers that had started moving in circles on your clit made it hard for you to even concentrate on moving your lips along with his.
He pushed your body down again to lay flat on the mattress before diverting his attention back onto your skin. His free hand had gotten rid of your panties swiftly, giving him more freedom to pleasure you with his fingers alone.
God... his fucking fingers... so skillfully moving over your bundle of nerves before slowly daring to go even just a bit lower. You felt him smile against your neck as soon as he came in contact with the wetness of your hole already waiting for him. His finger tickled your entrance for a quick second before diving in, making you bite your lip, not letting the high-pitched moan escape fully. It was just that Wonwoo was having none of that.
Within a split of a second, his was right in front of you again, his fingers that had just been inside of you, now on your chin as his thumb pulled your lower lip free from your teeth. He lowered himself down to whisper into your ear.
"Don't you dare even try holding back a moan tonight."
With no warning, he slowly pushed his two fingers, still covered in your wetness up to your mouth. You opened up wide enough for them to fit, already knowing what he wanted.
"Let me hear you, beautiful," he encouraged you, kissing the side of your neck to get a reaction from you as you moaned on his fingers, licking them clean of your taste. Only a second later, he pulled them out again, drawing a line down your torso until he reached your tits, engulfing one in his grip as his upper body disappeared from your sight again.
It was only when you started to feel his mouth on your upper thighs that you knew where he was going. His free hand was already tapping your legs to open up, giving him access to your inner thigh. Even though this wasn't the first time you had Wonwoo in this position, it felt just like it did back then. Perfectly intoxicating. You couldn't get enough of his touch, his lips, or... just him.
Wonwoo was everything you told yourself to never fall for ever again. But here you were, underneath the man in question, letting your body react freely against his touch.
Even though you expected it, you couldn't help the loud moan to fall from your lips as soon as his mouth came into contact with your core. His tongue didn't waste a moment, immediately giving your clit all of the attention. He started circling it before using his entire mouth to suck, getting a follow-up of multiple heavy moans from you in return. Your fingers had started holding onto his hair desperately, almost pulling too hard, yet Wonwoo didn't budge. With one hand, he made sure to keep your hips as still as possible while his other one had joined his mouth by your pussy, his fingers teasing your entrance yet again. His lips occupied with sucking your soul out of your clit, and his fingers pushing inside of you made you jolt your hips up, only to get pushed down harshly again, not even a second later.
As much as you would've wanted to form words, letting him know just how good he was making you feel, you couldn't. No understandable word from the dictionary was able to form in your mouth. You were communicating in moans, groans and heavy breathing. And Wonwoo understood every single loud you were making. He was able to read you like his favourite book, remember you like his favourite lyrics and play you like an instrument he had been playing forever. Everything just fit... too perfectly.
The squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the room, entertaining the two of you like a song in the background. Mixed with your moans, Wonwoo's cock was already reacting to it. From the moment he had thrown you onto the bed, to be completely honest, if not as soon as he had seen you in that pathetic excuse of a dress.
He couldn't hide a smirk once he felt your walls starting to tighten around his fingers, only letting him know to keep on going. He had switched to tickling your clit with his tongue again, the tip of it going up and down, circling the bud before pressing flat against it. Anything to make you come undone right under his touch - his biggest accomplishment. The harsh tugging on his hair got a deep groan from him, vibrating against your pussy, sending the last wave of pleasure you needed to finally release on his fingers with a loud moan. You fought against his grip, lifting your hips into his mouth as your orgasm hit you. It didn't stop him from continuing, still moving his fingers, only slightly slower now, making sure that his lips were also gently sucking on your clit, focusing more on kissing it, making you jolt with each touch. You whined out loud, your legs tightening around his head. This was heaven. No need to question it. This must be it. No other possibilities.
"Fuck," your uneven breathing filled the room, your fingers still tangled in his hair as he kept his head down, working you through your high as you tried to push him back. "Wonwoo-" you cried out. "Please- God..."
With a smug grin on his lips, he raised his head, looking up at you still trying to catch your breath.
"You call that teasing?"
You had to chuckle, covering your face with one hand.
Wonwoo pushed himself up, coming back to face you, taking your hand in his to look you in the eyes.
"You did so well for me," he whispered against your lips. You didn't know how to react, so you just pulled him in closer by his collar. A kiss was answer enough. That's when you noticed something.
You pulled back. "How come you're still in your clothes while I'm naked underneath you?"
He smiled. "Well, ladies' first." His comment made your eyes roll. He chuckled. "But I'd be happy to change that." Diving back to continue kissing you with just as much passion as he did when he pulled you in back by the entrance door.
Your fingers got to work on the buttons of his dress shirt while he was occupied with getting his pants open and off. You got rid of his shirt, letting it drop onto the floor by your side. To get out of his pants, Wonwoo sat back, letting his underwear go as well. Before you went further, you let your eyes travel over his torso, taking in every single piece of art decorating his skin. His shoulder was covered in black and grey ink, going down his right arm, hugging his biceps. Oh, to run you tongue over each piece… You snapped back and quickly joined him, hopping onto his lap, before he even had the time to get on top of you again. You had been waiting way too long for this. Way longer than you'd like to admit.
He made sure to keep his hands on your ass, placing you comfortably on his lap, his erection high, slapped against his abdomen. You didn't need to look down to know how big he was. You knew. You remembered. Hell, you even dreamt of it after the times he had already fucked you. Don't tell Binna that.
With his lips back on yours, much more eager than before, you let one hand rest on his chest while the other had gone down, swiping over your still glistening cunt, wetting your palm before you grasped his cock. An immediate moan came from Wonwoo, his breath heavy in your mouth, groaning against each other as you felt him nudge his hips into your touch. You kept your hand on the upper half of his dick, your thumb brushing over the top, spreading the pre-cum all over the burning red tip. The chill going through his body didn't go unnoticed by you, making you smirk against his lips as his fingers dug deeper into your ass, making you throw your head back in pleasure. Your hand had started running up and down his entire erection, making him hide his face in your neck as he kissed it again, sucking harshly on one specific spot he remembered you reacting to the hardest. As if it was a competition, your hand movements became harder and sloppier while his kisses became much harsher. Both of you had forgotten about moaning, turning to groaning as it relieved much more of the pleasure.
Without a warning, Wonwoo slapped your hand away and lowered you closer to the mattress, his arm on your lower back to hold you up. His free hand grabbed the base of his cock, directing it towards your entrance as you held yourself up with your elbows. He teased you by circling your hole with the tip of his dick, just waiting to fill you up.
You threw your head back in desperation. "GOD, Wonwoo just put your cock inside of me, please." With a low chuckle, he followed your plead. You couldn't hold yourself up and let your back hit the mattress as both of his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto them as he backed out and went straight in again. Just like with his fingers - painfully slow. The roughness of each vein that decorated his erection grazed your walls, only intensifying each thrust.
"Fuck," you heard him curse under his breath as he lowered his body, his mouth back on your right breast as his right hand played with your left nipple.
You moaned out loud. "Fuck, Wonwoo," trying to move your hips along with his rhythm.
He came back up, his hand now on your neck as he groaned right into your ear. "Jesus, you feel so good." His thumb was brushing against your cheek.
"Won-" your moan was interrupted by an uncontrollable whine you had to let out as he was suddenly going deeper, making you realise he hadn't put his full length inside of you up until you. "Please," you stuttered with heavy breaths, "Please make me come."
His hand left your neck, immediately going down to your clit, after dipping into your wetness, putting pressure on your little bundle of nerves.
You nudged your hips up, "FUck, yes." Crying out loud as he kissed your jawline. Listening to his moans so close to your ear, feeling his thrusts becoming more and more irregular, almost sloppy, made you all that more aroused, knowing how close he must be getting.
With another hit at your G-spot, you almost couldn't hold back anymore.
"Wonwoo, I'm gonna cum," you whined, getting his attention as he kissed you deeply.
"Come on, baby. I'm close too. Come on. Just like that," he encouraged you, keeping his rhythm as steady as he possibly could, which wasn't much. "Good girl." Sending a heavy rush of arousal right to your pussy.
With his fingers right on your clit, his breathing against your ear and just feeling his chest move against you, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you, you didn't dare to hold back, letting go right as it hit you. A loud cry tumbled from your lips, your head digging into the blanket and mattress underneath you. The tightness of your walls almost pushing his cock out of you as the pleasure rushed through your body.
Wonwoo pushed himself up, and with three last hard thrusts into you, you felt him fill you up just as you would have begged him to. The warmth of his seamen made another moan come from you. Your hands were quickly trying to find his that were once again on your hips - seemed like they had found their favourite place.
His movements had slowed down, now making sure to work you through your uneven breathing as you came down from your second orgasm.
For a good few minutes, he continued to rock the both of you back and forth comfortably, lowering himself down to cover your frame with his wide shoulders, kissing you deeply without having to ask him to. His fingers tangled in your hair to make sure he'd pull you in as close as possible while his hips stopped moving, only one last time as he pulled out, leaving you cold and empty on the bed.
With one last kiss on your cheek, and a quick whisper of, "Stay here," he disappeared into the bathroom. You laid still. You put your right hand right under your boobs, still trying to even out your breathing.
That's what's supposed to happen when someone calls your name out in such desperation.
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hey, welcome to jeonride's jeon wonwoo reading list part 1 ! (click the navigation if you want another reading list/ fic recs!)
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FICTS ! ✧*。
Just Ask (fluff, smut, boyfriend!wonwoo) by @idyllic-ghost
Getting Closer (angst, smut, horror ft. joker!wonwoo and chief inspector female!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Red Lights (incubus!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Amour-Haine & Co. (smut, enemies to lovers) by @wonwoosthetic
Crush 03 (fluff, mention of sex, mechanic!au) by @gyukult
GAM3 BO1 (smut, fluff)
The King's Red Rose (smut, royal au) by my lovely sunny ! @sunnylovespickles
SIX-THIRTY (smut, boyfriend!woo) by @cheolhub
Favorite (smut, teacher!woo) by @wonusite
Sweet Eye Candy (smut) by @idyllic-ghost
Chase Me, Make Me Yours (smut, angst) by @wonuhour
Warm Encounters (smut) by @flowerboykun
Roommates with Benefits (smut) by @shuaflix
Favorite Poison (smut, fluff) by @lovelyhan
Sweet Darling (w/ chan) by @bitchlessdino
Love You Twice (smut) by @toruro
Wedding Weekends (fluff) by @suhnshinehaos
By Line (ceo!wonwoo x reporter!reader) by @wonwussy
Blood Love : One More Taste (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Blood Love pt. 2 (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Sharing is Caring but I don't Care (all fluff, hybrid!woo) by @gamerwoo
Payment Due! (smut, camboy!woo) by @solarwonux
Blind Spot (smut, enemies with benefits) by @sluttywonwoo
All to Yourself (smut, best friend!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
POV (fluff, hurt/comfort) by @by-soleil
Lavender Tea & Honey (smut, fluff) by @peachybun-bun
Working Late (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @number1mingyustan
Cat Got Your Tongue? (smut, angry sex) by @number1mingyustan
Deluxe Version (fluff, dash of angst) by @darl-ings
Have Mercy (smut, rough sex) by @sluttyminghao
His Favorite Color is Blue (angst, fluff) by @euphoricsunflowers
Feelings (fluff) by @markberries
Hardcover (fluff) by @markberries
I'm a Swimming Fool (college au) by @glowonu
You VS The Universe (fluff) by @cheolism
First Kiss (fluff, barista!woo) by @ally-127
Mine (smut) by @peachybun-bun
Heads in The Cloud, Landing Among Stars (fluff, pilot!wonwoo) by @twogyuu
Four Years (fluff, exes to lovers) by @kyufessions
Needy (smut, jealous sub!wonwoo) by @cheolhub
Love Me Tender The Series (smut, sub!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Yours (Pt. 2 of POV) by @by-soleil
DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。
gentle on the streets, freak on the sheets (by @multi-kpop-fanfics)
you're the prettiest during sex to him (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
neighbor!wonwoo jerks himself off (smut) by @cheolhub
fucking detective!wonwoo on a train (smut) by @jeongwife
you use safeword during sex (smut, comfort) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
thigh riding (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
fucking while you're pregnant (husband!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
look at me (smut) by @peachybun-bun
coworker!wonwoo (smut) pt.2 & pt.3 by @euphoricsunflowers
02.47 am (fluff) by @gyuslcve
you have your me (fluff, comfort)
daylight (fluff)
dad!wonwoo (fluff, implied smut)
making out (smut, soft dom!wonwoo)
fucking on the kitchen counter (smut)
sucking his dick while his working (smut)
him sucking your tits (fluff, boyfriend!woo)
him asking you to sit on his face (smut)
hard + fluff thoughts (boyfriend!woo)
sucking + kissing his tattoo (smut)
pervert gamer!woo (smut)
gamer boyfriend!wonwoo | 2nd ver
professor!wonwoo (smut)
fucking lawyer!wonwoo (smut)
nsfw sleepover (smut)
wonwoo hard thoughts (fluff, smut)
fwb (kitten!woo, mistress kink)
active during nighttime ( hybrid black panther!wonwoo and hybrid cat!reader)
smut, established relationship (also fluff)
[09.00pm] (all fluff!)
late night walk (fluff)
does he could make you feel good as i do? (racer!wonwoo)
more myself than i am (fluff)
vvwonwoovv is on live! (streamer!wonwoo)
he spoils you so much (smut, ft.mingyu)
[04.01pm] (smut)
him obsessed with your body after giving birth (smut, dad! wonwoo)
body worship (smut, kinda)
bedtime routine (fluff)
fireplace (fluff, kinda smut).
cuddling (fluff)
69 (smut)
car sex (smut)
take care of me (sub!wonwoo)
needy sub!wonwoo (smut)
workplace rivals (smut)
of shy smiles & misunderstanding (fluff)
waiting (fluff)
childish joy (fluff)
two umbrellas (fluff)
14:28 (fluff, contains bodyworship)
cuffed (smut, wonwoo is a sub sorta???)
fucked by office mate (smut)
#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo scenarios#wonwoo#wonwoo smut#seventeen smut#wonwoo x reader#reading#seventeen fanfic
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Seventeen recs
<<original book
most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI
pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments
one shots
Shitty Romance Christmas Movies by @bambikisss
Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k)
strangers > friends > lovers, university AU
- angst?, fluff, smut
All all watching all those romantic Christmas movies that everyone founds shitty (and enjoying it), you finally meet someone who brings it to life.
the bore next door by @ncteez
Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 8.8k)
strangers > ons > lovers? nobody knows with those two
- fluff, smut
Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date. Or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you don’t expose him to your parents.
Cat and Mouse by @wonusite
Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 5.6k)
bad boy AU, continuation of [9:47 PM]
- fluff(ish), smut
Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily.
X + Y = YOU AND I by @angelwonie
Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 8.6k)
academic rivals to lovers, university AU, pining
- fluff, smut
you wish jeon wonwoo would sometimes act like an insufferable prick instead of the perfect guy, because then you wouldn't have to feel your head spinning each time he looks at you.
series
Daylight by @moonscriptsx
Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 15.4k + 11.6k)
coworkers > friends > lovers, CEO!Wonwoo, slow burn, mutual pining
- fluff, smut
Between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light.
part 1, part 2
Amour-Haine & Co. by @wonwoosthetic
Wonwoo x fem!reader
enemies to lovers, office AU
- angst, smut, fluff
Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was. And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life. If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.
#seventeen#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#seventeen recs#wonwoo#svt wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#wonwoo x reader#jeon wonwoo x reader#wonwoo smut
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Fic rec : jeon wonwoo (wonwoo)
(back to the seventeen list)
link to part.2
spin that record, baby (fav, fluff)
hypnotism (fav, smut, wizard!au, witch!au)
roommies part.1 part.2 part.3 (fav, pervert!au, roommate!au)
pervert neighbour (fav, smut, pervert!au)
the peephole (fav, smut, roommate!au, pervert!au)
desperate (fav, smut, husband!au)
a break x mingyu (fav, smut)
pretend it's someone that came from you (fav, ANGST, comfort, smut, fluff, office!au)
the bore next door (fav, smut, fluff)
getting closer (fav, smut, joker!au, inspector!au)
gam3 bo1 (fav, smut, gamer!au)
the pixie (fav, smut, pixie!au, fairy!au)
worship you (smut)
wonwoo: Neighbors to Lovers (fluff)
46: lingering kiss before a long trip apart (fluff)
that's mine (fluff)
wildflower part.1 part.2 (unfinished, smut, angst, royal!au)
bad aim part.1 part.2 (angst, fluff, highschool!au)
instinct part.1 (unfinished?, fluff, angst, werewolf!au)
a moon without stars (smut, angst, romance)
the trouble with dogs (unfinished?, fluff, hybrid!au)
just relax part.1 (unfinishedd?, fluff, suggestive, therapist!au)
tales from the pack - masterlist - (finished, angst, fluff, smut, werewolf!au)
the shattered camera part.1 (serie finished, 11 parts, fluff, angst, paparazzi!au, celebrity!au)
(getting closer) wonwoo: crimson eyes (serie finished, smut, angst, vampire!au)
the forest (fluff, witch!au)
the copy machine is broken again (smut, fluff, office!au)
shadowhunter (fluff, shadowhunter!au)
under the moonlight (angst, smut, prince!au, witch!au)
sorry? (fluff, angst)
boyfriend!wonwoo (fluff)
mine (smut, fluff, fratboy!au)
insomniac (angst, fluff)
vampire!wonwoo (smut, angst, fluff, vampire!au)
stuck in a rut x werewolf!mingyu (smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)
fearless part.1 (serie finished, smut, fluff, vampire!au)
sharing is caring but i don't care (smut, fluff, hybrid!au)
drawings (fluff, angst, tattooits!au, florist!au)
library assistant (fluff, librarian!au)
private part.1 part.2 (5some with mingyu, wonwoo, jun & the8)
glow (fluff, suggestive, college!au)
nothing (fluff, angstish, roommates!au)
makout session & getting caught (fluff, suggestive)
bite me (smut, vampire!au)
first time (smut, fluff)
home (fluff, fakerelationship!au)
bookworm (fluff, jock!au, highschool!au)
letter to you (fluff, bf!au)
fallen x jeonghan (smut)
like the movies (smut, fluff)
masseur seungcheol vs masseur wonwoo (smut, suggestive, masseur!au)
until it feels like you're in heaven (smut)
until i met you (smut, fratboy!au)
heartstring part.1 part.2 (fluff)
love me tender...or maybe not: happily ever after (fluff, smut)
amour-haine & co (ongoing serie, fluff, smut, angst, CEO!au)
begging (smut)
class project x mingyu (smut, fratboy!au, uni!au)
alter-ego (smut)
red lights (smut, incubus!au)
getting closer part.1 part.2 part.3 x mingyu (unfinished, smut, roommate!au)
besties x mingyu (smut, college!au)
in the pants (smut)
sexy voice (smut)
momentum part.1 part.2 part.3 (serie finished, smut, angstish, fluff, racer!au, engineer!au)
personal trainer (smut, personal trainer!au)
titties lover (smut, fluff)
gym instructor (smut, gyminstructor!au)
please stay (angst, fluff)
one word at a time (fluff, dad!au)
nostalgia dinner (fluff, suggestive)
off limits! (smut, brother bff!au)
i'll just get off all by myself (smut)
cat got your tongue? (smut)
roommates with benefits (smut, fluff, angstish, roommate!au, college!au)
warm encounter part.1 part.2 (smut, gamer!au)
just ask (smut)
by the moon (fluff, angst, suggestive, werewolf!au, witch!au)
feelings (fluff)
favorite (smut, camgirl!au, teacher!au, college!au)
royal advisor (fluff, royal!au, princess!au, royal advisor!au)
to the victor (go the spoils) part.1 (smut, camboy!au)
when you gave me my name (smut, fluff, angst, fae!au)
fallen angel (smut, angel!au, demon!au, fallenangel!au)
until my lips turn blue (smut, angst, mafia!au)
first time crying during sex (smut)
for worse or better (fluff, suggestive)
mailman (fluff, mailman!au)
Licentious (smut, babysitter!au)
takes his anger on you (smut)
#seventeen#wonwoo#smut#fluff#angst#masterlist#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo smut#wonwoo fanfic#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo angst#wonwoo oneshot#wonwoo fic#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo scenarios#jeon wonwoo#wonwoo x oc#svt fluff#svt angst#svt smut
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JEON WONWOO
my little gamer by @babyleostuff
crash by @babyleostuff
Lavender Tea & Honey by @onlymingyus
light a flame (smau) by @leewonkyeom
as sweet as peaches by @mickeyboos
Roommates with benefits by @shuaflix
Nameless by @twogyuu
Workplace crush by @icyminghao
of shys smiles and misunderstandings by @icyminghao
Cat and Mouse by @wonusite
Favourite by @wonusite
Dom!wonwoo by @multi-kpop-fanfics
love me tender…or maybe not: happily ever after by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Getting Closer by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Catnaps by @wheeboo
Catnaps (with you) by @wheeboo
12:10am by @wheeboo
First time crying during sex by @sunnylovespickles
ur still stupid idk(oneshot smau) by @hanggarae
badboy!wonwoo au by @etherealyoungk
ex bf!fuckbuddy!wonwoo by @teasteeper
9:03PM by @moonhoures
scrawled in sand by @toruro
[18:55] by @toruro
wonwoo bf texts by @wonuism
Step By Step by @sluttywoozi
“Heart & Seoul” Master List [M] by @milfgyuu
Way Back Home by @wongyuuu
wonwoo taking his anger out on you after losing a game by @sluttyminghao
meet cute of the century by @lovelyhan
Favorite poison by @lovelyhan
introduces me a good person (smau series) by @taeyegu
Amour-Haine & Co. by @wonwoosthetic
CAT DAD by @yikesmary
Oh Baby, You (smau series) by @thepixelelf
twisted fate by @smileysuh
comfort by @blue-jisungs
Bloodily Safe by @starlightxsvt
streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo by @hannieehaee
perv!wonwoo by @hannieehaee
badboy!wonwoo by @hannieehaee
badboy!wonwoo pt.2 by @hannieehaee
LOUD LEATHER & LOUD THOUGHTS by @bitchlessdino
take a chance by @wonwoonlight
lights out by @lavendermins
[1:23am] by @wonwoosidehoe
Coworker!Wonwoo by @highvern
to build a home: early mornings by @tomodachiii
to build a home: thinking of you, wherever you are & wherever i am by @tomodachiii
just let me hold you by @welcometomyoasis
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⋆ ✩‧₊˚ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ˚₊‧✩༘⋆
LEGEND:
⇒ 『✓』 - 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡 (𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰)
⇒ 『📱』 - 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔲, 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔲
⇒ 『 ☁ 』 - 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣
⇒ 『 🗣 』 - 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯
⇒ 『 ⚠︎ 』 - 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱
⇒ 『 ❣︎ 』 - 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰
⇒ 『 18+ 』 - 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱
⇒ 『 ➳ 』 - 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 / 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰
⇒ 『 🕰 』 - 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰
⇒ 『 ⚛ 』 - 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰
𖠋 do remember to read the warnings before continuing to read the fanfics!!
--⪼ ♚ WONWOO ♚ ⪻--
Amour-Haine & Co. - by @wonwoosthetic {⚠︎, ❣︎, 18+}
the bore next door - by @ncteez {⚠︎, 🗣, 18+}
X + Y = YOU AND I - by @angelwonie {☁, ❣︎, 18+}
unspoken words - by @shuahoonie {☁}
one-shots/time stamps
Daylight - by @jo6hny {➳, ☁}
complete - by @wonlouvre {➳, ☁}
before i know it, the me of today hopes for the you of tomorrow - by @wooahaes {➳, ☁}
CAT DAD - by @yikesmary {➳, ☁}
workplace crush - by @icyminghao {➳, ☁}
BOOK BOYFRIEND - by @yikesmary {➳, ☁}
𖠋 to be regularly updated!
do check out part 1 of my svt recs here, and part 2 here !
#fanfiction#fanfic recs#kpop fanfic#seventeen#svt#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo fics#wonwoo scenarios#wonwoo svt#fanfics#lockburncastlerecs
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PAROLES D’UN PRISONNIER
Si donc le Christ vous affranchit, vous serez réellement libres !
Un homme en prison décrivait la liberté comme une remise de dette...
Une dette envers la société, une dette envers Dieu : "Un créancier avait deux débiteurs l’un devait cinq cents deniers, et l'autre cinquante. Comme ils n'avaient pas de quoi payer, il leur remit à tous deux leur dette. Lequel I‘aimera le plus ?" Luc 7:41-47
D'un air ferme et provocant, le détenu s'avança vers la porte de sortie. Il avait purgé sa peine. "J'ai payé ma dette à la société" déclara-t-il en sortant. Il avait fait son temps et il partait en jetant un regard de haine vers les autorités. Il était quitte, mais il n'était pas réellement libre de toute dette.
Cet homme ne faisait pas le rapport entre le paiement de ses crimes en direction de la société et la dette insolvable qu'il avait devant Dieu. C’est pourquoi, il était encore plein de haine et dépourvu d'amour dans son cœur.
Un autre détenu était convoqué dans le bureau du directeur. On lui annonça qu'il devait faire une année supplémentaire. Il n'avait pas encore entièrement payé sa dette… L'homme fut attristé et passablement bouleversé. Mais il redressa la tête et donna un bel exemple de courage, malgré les douze mois supplémentaires de détention qui l'attendaient.
Ce qui le differait de son co-détenu, est qu'il reconnaissait ses péchés et ses crimes. Il comprenait qu'aucun effort ne pourrait jamais payer sa dette. Mais il savait que Dieu avait pardonné sa dette parce que le Christ l’avait payé de sa propre vie pour le pardon de tous ses péchés. Il s’était rendu compte qu'on lui avait beaucoup pardonné.
Il savait que Dieu l'aimait, et en réponse à cet amour, il aima Dieu d’un cœur sincère... (comme cette femme incomprise par ses contemporains lorsqu'elle déversa du parfum de grand prix sur les pieds du Seigneur. Jésus a témoigné en sa faveur en ces termes : je te le dis, ses nombreux péchés ont été pardonnés parce qu’elle avait beaucoup aimé. Mais celui à qui on pardonne peu aime peu.)
"Lorsqu'un homme se sait libre de toute dette envers Dieu, il se sent capable d'affronter les désagréments de la détention…" Paroles d'un prisonnier.
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Fic Recommendations!
This is a list of all the fics (separated in groups) I’ve enjoyed reading so far, by my favorite authors! It will be updated every time I discover a new masterpiece✨
updated: 22/10/2022
fics under the cut!
Series
SVT
Jealousy Looks Good On You (SVT S.Coups/Mingyu) by @wonwoosthetic
NNN (No Nut November) (SVT Wonwoo/Mingyu/The8/Vernon) by @sluttynetwork
Fear: An Ode To Your Blood (SVT OT13) by @msmadness99
Amour-Haine and Co. (SVT Wonwoo/Mingyu) by @wonwoosthetic
Heart And Seoul (SVT Wonwoo) by @milfgyuu
Monster Mash Season 2 (SVT OT13) by @meltwonu
Sugar sugar, honey honey! (SVT Mingyu) by @berrryshortcake
SVTHUB: The Collab (SVT OT13)
EXO
Allotrope (EXO Suho) by @softly-savage-mint-yoongi
Oneshots
SVT
Sympathy Subtraction (SVT Vernon) by @yyxgin
and they were roommates (part 2) (SVT Dino) by @bitchlessdino
A Break (SVT Wonwoo/Mingyu) by @smileysuh
Besties (SVT Wonwoo/Mingyu) by @smileysuh
What Besties Do (SVT S.Coups) by @wonusite
friends and favors (SVT Wonwoo) by @if2hao
sunsets, smoke and smiles (SVT Mingyu) by @hyucks-rose
Horn-y (SVT S.Coups) by @onlyseokmins
what's your number? (SVT Vernon) by @husbandhoshi
high rise (SVT Hoshi) by @sluttywonwoo
Alive (SVT Wonwoo) by @kdyism
Will You Punish Me If I Don't? (SVT Wonwoo) by @odetojeons
coffee stains and powerpoints (SVT Jeonghan) by @freakyfriedrice
It’s all fun and games (SVT Mingyu) by @dontflailmenow
Go To Bed (SVT Wonwoo) by @dinosbestie
Cat whisperer (SVT Vernon) by @junkissed
SKZ
Will O’ The Wisp (SKZ Hyunjin) by @aliceu
Say You Love Me (SKZ Han) by @sleepylixie
TBZ
Catch Me If You Can (TBZ Jacob/Kevin/Q) by @hwxnghyunjin
Drabbles
SVT
Mine (SVT Wonwoo) by @onlymingyus
Your Mess (SVT Wonwoo) by @onlymingyus
soft, slow sex (SVT Wonwoo) by @suh-core
kinktober drabble seven (SVT Wonwoo) by @sluttyminghao
Enough for today... (SVT Wonwoo) by @onlymingyus
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Dictature ? Vous avez dit ''dictature'' ?
Devant le reproche cent, mille fois fait ces temps derniers que ''la France serait en train de sortir de la forme de démocratie à laquelle nous sommes habitués'', ce qui est indiscutable pour qui ne vit pas séparé du peuple par des cohortes de CRS surarmés et des hurlements de sirènes stridentes (et entouré d'iso-Benalla, le mensonge toujours à portée de main), notre Président-déconnecté a piqué une grosse colère, frappant l'air derrière les micros, en pestant : ''nous ne sommes pas (encore ?) dans une dictature''. Ce qui, bien sûr, n'est pas (encore ! -bis) le sujet !
Il y a peu, dans un ''billet'' qui fêtait ''le numéro 1000'' de ce Blog, j'écrivais : le fait que, seul contre tous, le Président se sente encore dans une vraie démocratie n'engage que lui : c'est une question de “où on place le curseur”'. Il faut donc lui rappeler que, entre ''sortir de la démocratie'' et ''vivre dans une dictature'', il y a... le mince espace qui nous sépare encore de ces deux expressions : la critique qui lui est faite est qu'il conduirait la France vers une sortie de la démocratie afin de mieux y instaurer une dictature, fut-elle ''soft'', et qui est déjà parmi nous. S'il n'a jamais entendu parler de la ''dictature intellectuelle'' qu'a si longtemps exercé la Gauche, pour le plus grand mal de la France... et dont il a pris le relais avec la fougue propre à son âge, il faut vite lui en parler pour qu'il ne meure pas idiot !
Lorsque l'on parle de ''dictature'', les références sont ''1984'' et ''La ferme des animaux'', de George Orwell, sur l'atroce dictature communiste, Mais Orwell y trace également les grandes lignes de ''LA Dictature'' en tant que ''phénomène qui peut renaître de ses cendres'' en employant des moyens divers, mais nombreux, tels que la diminution des libertés (et, pire encore, de la Liberté), l'appauvrissement de la langue, une redéfinition du mot ''vérité'', la réécriture de l'Histoire (voire sa suppression), la négation des vérités éternelles de la ''Nature'' (rien à voir avec la météorologie-au-jour-le-jour que les cuistres ont rebaptisée ''écologie'' ou ''CO²''), et propager la haine entre les citoyens... En regardant ce qu'est devenue notre pauvre France, je me demande comment on peut éviter de se sentir concerné !
En ce qui me concerne, moi, j'ai en permanence l'impression que mon pays n'est déjà plus tout-à-fait démocratique, entre le ''flicage'' perpétuel des radars sur routes et en ville, les millions d’euros dépensés en matériels sophistiqués qui traquent la moindre infraction au stationnement... le croisement des fichiers fiscaux, médicaux et sociaux (facebook) entre eux et avec tous les autres... les interdictions qui frappent la voiture, la circulation, la nourriture, l'argent, le temps, l'air qu'on respire ou les valeurs morales (confisquées par le ''progressistes'' qui en ont fait une foire aux bestiaux)... avec l'interdiction de ceci et cela, partout, en augmentation exponentielle, et aussi la diminution ininterrompue des libertés individuelles dans tous les domaines (l'Etat-Léviathan ayant sauté sur l'aubaine du réchauffement climatique pour étendre son emprise sur absolument tout ce qui bouge... ou pas !)
Ou les tripatouillages des résultats des élections (NDLR : Un grand Merci, MM. les Conseillers d'Etat !), la généralisation d'un ''Novlangue'' qui ramène le vocabulaire à des mots sans définition qui obscurcissent des concepts foireux (''Un père, a osé dire le chef --qui a un problème avec ça-- n'est pas forcément de sexe masculin''... DONC, ce n'est pas un père, dont la seule définition connue est : ''Parent de genre masculin d'un enfant. L'équivalent pour désigner un parent de genre féminin est la mère'' ! -CQFD)... la toute-puissance de l'Administration en général et de la Justice en particulier (nous en parlions hier), sans oublier l’affreuse idéologie ''gaucho-bobo-soft-repento-pleurnicho-commémo-islamo-cool-zen-écolo'' qui est enseignée dans nos écoles, avec interdiction de tout désaccord ou de toute critique...
Et je n'ai pas l'impression de rêver, non plus, quand je constate que les médias sont ''aux ordres''... qu'un ''faux réel'' fabriqué devient la vérité officielle (exemple : ''la culture française n’existe pas'', ou : ''le colonialisme français en Algérie est l’équivalent de la Shoah'' --aux chambres à gaz et aux six millions de morts près, tout-de-même !)... que toute pulsion de vie est en voie de désorganisation complète, à travers la confusion sexuelle quasi-obligatoire et des manipulations génétiques, obstétriques et chirurgicales (remboursées, puisque néfastes), le tout étant réputé ''médicalement assisté'' (et offert par une Sec-Soc qui n'a plus un sou pour soigner les vraies maladies de ses nationaux)... sans oublier l'assassinat de ''la Famille'', la seule cellule qui a toujours fonctionné, et celui, légalement accepté, de millions de ''bébés-en-puissance'' désormais appelés ''gamètes'' par une ministre ivre d'admiration devant sa propre nullité... ou aussi la psychiatrisation de toute pensée critique, l'invention d'ennemis fantomatiques (les fake news, les populistes, les conservateurs, les retraités) et la négation des vrais dangers (l'islam, les migrations invasives, le progressisme, la déchristianisation de l’Europe)... ou une relecture mensongère de l'Histoire (une spécialité du macronisme au crépuscule).
La liste est interminable, mais elle semble se sublimer elle-même dans quelques constatations qui font mal : le formatage caricatural de tous les enfants... la mise au pas d'une opposition ramenée a un rôle de ''faire-valoir'' (ex. : Marine lePen est une fasciste, soi-disant ''à tuer''... mais surtout à bichonner en vue du second tour de la ''Présidentielle''!)... le règne du mensonge d'Etat (une spécialité de Castaner, qui a été mis à ce poste pour cette raison), ou le fait de ne gouverner qu'avec des clones (Philippe), des cuistres (Buzyn), des dangers publics (Schiappa) ou des nullités (tous les députés ''En Marche’‘) pour que rien ne vienne ralentir la marche en avant... vers le recul brutal de leurs victimes, ainsi rendues dociles, conformistes et malléables. Il est exact que la France n'est pas (encore) dans l'horreur de ''1984'’. Mais quand on bricole la filiation au profit de la reproduction artificielle, et quand une loi humaine (plutôt inhumaine !) prétend remplacer le principe biogénétique naturel, aussi vieux que l’humanité, par une inversion normative de la procréation sexuée... on peut, on doit se demander qui se fout de la gueule de qui...
Pour être honnête, il faut dire qu'Emmanuel Macron ne fait que prendre place dans la liste des présidents qui ont contribué à ce triste état des choses depuis quatre décennies, de Mitterrand post-1983 jusqu'à Macron 2020 en passant par Chirac et Hollande (et même Sarkozy, un peu). On retrouve une politique constante, celle de Maastricht et de l'Europe des technocrates... Le ''choix'' (?) qui nous est proposé à chaque ''présidentielle'' n’est en réalité que celui d'un changement d'homme, de style, de tempérament, de caractère ou d’allure, et à la rigueur de ''first lady'', de la délicieuse Carla à l'envahissante Brigitte... mais pas de changement de politique.
Nos présidents appellent ''un changement'' chaque virgule qui devient point virgule, et parlent de ''progrès'' à propos du ''serial killing'' de bébés à naître ou la location des utérus de femmes pauvres. Ce système traite de fasciste quiconque pense que ces régressions sont tout, sauf des ''progrès'', mais ''en même temps'', il encense un Pierre Bergé, ce répugnant ami de Mitterrand qui a voté Chirac, soutenu Delanoë puis Hidalgo et financé Ségolène Royal, avant de déclarer son amour à Macron et qui disait : ''Louer son ventre pour porter les enfants des autres, c’est la même chose que louer ses bras dans une usine ou aux caisses d’un supermarché''.
Dans sa grosse colère contre ceux qui redoutent une ''soft-dictature'' (cf. la loi ''Avia'' !), Macron a jeté : ''Mais allez-y ! Essayez la dictature et vous verrez ! ''… alors que c'est justement pour arrêter ''En Marche'' avant qu'il ne soit trop tard que la France entière est dans la rue, à l'arrêt, sur les ronds-points, en colère, au bord de la violence : elle n'en peut plus de ces ‘’progressistes régressifs’’ qui, si on les laisse faire, nous préparent un effroyable enfer terrestre qu'ils appellent ''paradis''...
H-Cl.
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Avis sur l’épisode 23
L’avis complet est >>ici<<, je vous fait un petit résumé. Je ne crois pas que j’aurais la motivation de tout traduire.
°~ Aloa ~°
J'ai par contre un peu la flemme de le structurer donc ce sera en vrac, comme ça me vient.
Et ce post sera sponsorisé par Kaamelott parce que ça me fait rire.
>> Points positifs <<
- Pour moi le point positif majeur c'est vraiment les décors. Les images de Memoria pendant les visions, l'apparition du dragon, c'est sublime. L'univers est toujours un véritable émerveillement, dommage que le reste ne soit pas à la hauteur (j'y reviendrai plus tard).
- L'histoire avance enfin, les origines de la gardienne sont au premier plan et on a enfin de nouveaux éléments.
Après avoir terminé cet épisode je confirme ma théorie que la gardienne est un Aengel, la part "lumineuse" du Daemon, et est donc complémentaire de Leiftan et non pas opposée. [...]
- On en sait d'avantage sur les membres de la Villain Squad, notamment le fait qu'ils se servent d'un otage pour faire chanter Ykhar, ce qui explique son comportement étrange depuis quelques épisodes [...]
Je ne suis pas très étonnée pour Enthraa qui, en plus d'être un personnage au look badass et ne semblant pas très adapté socialement (en même temps qui aurait envie de cotôyer cette bande de naze), explique le fait qu'Ash ait eu accès à la prison sans qu'elle ne donne l'alarme.
[...]
- Le familier de Miiko est très joli, tellement qu'elle ne le mérite même pas. [...]
>> Points négatifs <<
Allez, installez-vous confortablement, c'est parti.
- La gardienne, comme d'hab. Elle est vraiment trop stupide, en plus d'être moche, elle me sort par les yeux. [...]
(En voyant le spoiler où elle arborait un carré "moins pire" je me suis dit "ENFIN BON SANG" et en fait non, [...] je sais bien que ce n'est pas possible d'intégrer nos propres gardiennes dans les épisodes mais vraiment, sa tronche me gâche l'expérience du jeu, PITIÉ faites quelque chose.)
C'était la parenthèse physique, passons maintenant à sa stupidité sans limites.
Bon sang, Miiko lui confie qu'elle soupçonne la présence d'une taupe et qu'il ne faut faire confiance à personne et elle elle balance oklm devant tout le monde “Oh mon Dieu j'ai vu un daemon, un dragon, il faut que j'accomplisse une épreuve”.
C'est quoi que t'as pas compris dans "ne faire confiance à personne" ?
Bon sang j'ai envie de lui mettre des tartes.
- L'écriture. Sérieux je ne sais même pas pas où commencer tellement c'est mauvais.
La narration est mauvaise, les changements de registres de langage (du soutenu au familier en 1 ligne) entravent la fluidité de la lecture, les dialogues sont souvent irréalistes et ne reflètent pas la personnalité des protagonistes.
Il y a des fautes de grammaires, de ponctuation, des fautes d'orthographe, ce qui pour une jeu de votre envergure est simplement inadmissible.
Mais le pire reste la narration en elle-même.
Les scènes de sexe sérieux même le Marquis de Sade décrivait ses ébats de façon moins lourdingue.
" Je poussais des cris d'extase libérateurs" mais QUI en 2019 s'exprimerait de cette façon ?
Si vous ne savez pas comment écrire une scène d'amour ce ne sont pas les fanfictions érotiques qui manquent pour vous inspirer !!
L'écriture c'est le cœur du jeu, vous ne pouvez pas continuer dans cette voie. Embauchez un véritable auteur et des béta-readers !
- Le racket de 800 maanas [...] il y a des joueuses pour qui ça représente une fortune et on n'a aucun choix de ne pas accepter, quitte à louper l'illu, je ne trouve pas ça normal. On a toujours eu le choix jusqu'ici, pourquoi nous forcer la main (et avec un prix aussi exorbitant) cette fois ?
- J'ai regardé sur Youtube les versions des autres mecs (je suis avec Leiftan, le seul qui vaille la peine dans tout ce merdier) et j'ai été outrée de la scène avec Karenn, sérieux, il faut la cramer celle-là.
Elle est ultra toxique, pour Chrome, pour Nevra, pour la gardienne etc (vous avez compris le concept).
Elle est manipulatrice, égoïste, menteuse et je ne comprends toujours pas pourquoi personne ne lui a encore mis son poing dans la figure.
Je n'en peux plus de subir cette pseudo amitié forcée alors que JE LA DÉTESTE et qu'elle ne mérite pas d'être un membre de la garde, ni d'être entourée de personnes bienveillantes telles que son frère (et nous parce qu'on n'a pas le choix).
Cela fait longtemps qu'ils auraient du l'enfermer dans sa chambre comme l'enfant gâtée qu'elle est ou plutôt en prison tant elle a enfreint les règles du QG et outrepassé les limites.
Genre elle a MORDU la gardienne et elle s'en sort avec une tape sur la main ! "Ouh c'est pas bien".
Bien-sûr que Nevra n'aurait pas dû la frapper mais elle était en train d'exsanguiner sa meuf quoi ! Quand tu te fais agresser la première réaction c'est DE RIPOSTER et pas de t'excuser, de compatir et de plaindre l'agresseur parce que Ouin Ouin la pauvre petite princesse n'est pas le centre de l'univers.
Je crois que je n'ai pas autant détesté un personnage fictif depuis Dolores Ombrage.
- Je n'en peux plus que vous discréditiez Eweleïn dans ses fonctions médicales, sérieux arrêtez de raconter autant de co... bêtises. [... explications médicales chiantes...]
Pourquoi vouloir trouver une explication médicale aberrante plutôt qu'utiliser le potentiel magique d'Eldarya en disant simplement que la douleur était telle que son cœur ne l'a pas supporté, ce qui rend plausible une guérison par la magie contrairement à un syndrome coronarien aigu qui demande une coronarographie ?
Il n'y a pas besoin de tout expliquer de façon "terrienne" ! Surtout si c'est pour mal le faire.
De plus tâchez d'être un peu plus inventifs sur les prescriptions d'Eweleïn (que j'adore mais que vous gâchez) qui ne sait que dire qu'il faut "du repos" sérieux c'est lassant.
=> La gardienne se fait poignarder, fait une hémorragie massive nécessitant une transfusion : du repos 1 ou 2 jours
=> Elle a une vision et fait un petit malaise : du repos au moins UNE SEMAINE
=> A peu près tout ce qui lui est arrivé (hamadryade, potion d'oubli, mort de Mery, combat avec Naytili, déshydratation etc...) : du repos
Twylda perd son enfant, tente de se suicider, fait un arrêt cardiaque : le lendemain, en cuisine allez ça va pas se faire tout seul !
B*rdel vous avez un Univers aux possibilités infinies (et au-delà) utilisez-le !!
[...]
- Miiko. Oui c'est un point négatif à elle toute seule. [...]
- Tiens je déteste Chrome aussi.
- J'aimerais bien qu'on développe la relation avec le CDC de façon plus profonde. Entendons-nous bien, j'aime bien les scènes de fesses (bien que leur écriture soit vraiment lourdingue) mais à part copuler comme des lapins et dire qu'ils s'aiment ils ne font pas grand chose ensemble, n'ont pas de moments de complicité, ne savent rien l'un de l'autre, de leurs passions, de leurs histoires... Enfin c'est creux quoi.
>> Des trucs en vrac <<
- Lorsqu'on s'endort dans la chambre de Leiftan et qu'il part rejoindre Ash, on se retrouve comme par magie dans notre chambre.
- Ça fait trois fois que la gardienne tombe sur Leiftan après une vision du Daemon, bon OK elle est tellement teubé qu'elle ne comprend toujours rien mais pour nous qui savons ça manque un peu de subtilité.
- Bon du coup comme beaucoup il y a un truc qui me chiffonne mais je ne sais pas encore si c'est positif ou négatif parce que je ne sais pas comment vous allez justifier ça donc je le mets là en attendant.
Vous vous en doutez je parle de Valkyon et du fait que Lance dise à Lei (j'aime bien ce surnom d'ailleurs c'est plus joli que Leif) qu'un dragon ne saurait dissimuler sa présence à un autre dragon OR comment se fait-il que Valkyon n'ait pas reconnu un dragon en Ash ?
2 possibilités :
- Celle pour laquelle je penche : Valkyon ignore qu'il est un dragon. Soit Lance l'a découvert après avoir quitté le QG, soit il l'a dissimulé à son frère pour des raisons inconnues (pour le protéger ou parce qu'il projetait déjà de trahir le QG et voulait garder le secret de ses origines pour servir ses plans).
Quand on arrive au QG, dans les premiers épisodes lorsqu'Ez fait son truc magique pour déterminer si la gardienne a du sang de faery ou pas, on nous dit que Valkyon ignore sa race de métissage, auquel cas il aurait pu ressentir un truc chez Ash sans parvenir à l'identifier, et, pour une raison quelconque, ne l'aurait pas signalé.
- Deuxième possibilité il sait qu'il est un dragon, soit c'est un dragon-naze et il n'a pas repéré du maana draconique chez Ash, soit il l'a identifié et garde le secret par amour fraternel/ haine de la garde/ peur qu'on le vire / qu’il finisse en prison.
>> BREF <<
Attendre 3 mois pour cet épisode ne me semble pas réellement justifié, je mets ça sur le dos de l'event de Noël qui, comme tous vos event, m'a beaucoup plu.
J'ai trouvé cet épisode cher de façon injustifié (34XX maanas en comptant la tenue pour moi).
J'ai souvent soupiré pour des incohérences (je ne détaille pas tout mais la durée du voyage d'Ykhar qui change etc) / fautes d'orthographe / lourdeurs narratives etc... Les épisodes ne sont souvent pas à la hauteur de l'envergure du jeu et de la dimension que vous prétendez lui donner.
La fin a su piquer mon intérêt sur les origines de la gardienne et la future révélation de l'identité et des desseins du daemon.
J'attends plus de complicité et de moments partagés avec mon crush, vraiment.
Voila, j'ai pas de phrase de conclusion.
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Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 18 |
series masterlist
word count – 15k
warnings – mentions of sex, mentions of sa (I tried to keep it brief and not mention it an unnecessary amount of time), cursing, screaming, law enforcement related things
a/n – I have nothing to say other than thank god this finally made its way onto tumblr😭 I’m still not 100% satisfied with it but I feel like if I edit it any more, it’s only gonna get worse😭😭 pls enjoy this, thank you for everything🫶🏼 BTW: this chapter includes A LOT of law enforcement and court terms and scenes, but since I am no expert in that field, please be prepared for inaccuracy! If any one you have more experience in either one of these subjects: please let me know!! If I can make it any more realistic, I’d love to do so!! Also: thank you to the anon who inspired me for the Jeonghan turn🫶🏼🥰 when I first outlined the story, this was definitely not planned but after seeing their request in my inbox a few months ago, I just knew I had to include it, so I hope you enjoy it🤍
fyi – not much lovey y/n x wonwoo in this chapter, but don’t you worry bc there will be more than enough in the next ones ˙ᵕ˙
“I’m proud of you.”
"Mmmm," Binna's enjoyable moan echoed through your ear as she took the first sip of her second cocktail that night - she had downed the first one within the first 10 minutes of sitting. "Long day at work, don't wanna talk about it," she commented on it as soon as she found your questioning, and slightly concerned, gaze on her.
You couldn't help but chuckle as you continued to sip on your first cocktail of the evening, your food still untouched next to you. By now the steam had already evaporated, and the ice in your drink had melted, watering down the burning taste of too much alcohol the trainee bartender had graciously given you.
Your eyes were fixed on her and the lowering level of liquid in her glass as it went down and down with every sip, coming to a halt just right to make it half-full. "Are you sure, you're okay?" You questioned her carefully.
She hastily nodded, wiping her hands, now covered in salt from her fries, with a white napkin. "Yeah, yeah," she brushed you off before placing both of her palms on the surface of the table, slightly leaning forward with a smirk. "Now tell me, how's playboy-turned-loverboy doing?"
"Good. I think," you slyly answered, reaching out for a fry, which was interrupted by a harsh slap on the back of your hand, making you wince as you snatched it back. "OW!"
"Don't fucking say 'I think' as if you don't see him at work all the time and sleep over at his place every second day," Binna snapped at you. What you hadn't told her was that Wonwoo had also asked you to come over that evening, but you decided to cancel, remembering the date you and your best friend had already agreed on.
With wide eyes, you shrugged, "Yeah- well- I don't know. I think he's doing well." You knew the unknown was making her even more giddy, and only more questions would spill out of her.
"I think he's doing a little very well if he gets to sleep with you, don't you think?" She always had her way with compliments.
The liquid of your drink got stuck in your throat as you covered your mouth, giggling at her sudden comment. "Jesus, Binna," you shook your head as she joined your laughter. "I think he's doing well because this whole Chanyeol situation is finally coming to an end." You reminded the both of you of the hopefully last time you'd ever come face to face with the man of the hour. The day was coming closer, prayers were being said each night, quietly just hoping to make it stop.
Your best friend gave you a nod in understanding. "When are you seeing Jihoon again? Tomorrow, right?" You nodded. "Then we can finally stop talking about this piece of shit. He's been occupying your mind a little too much." Just like most of the time, she was yet again right about that. The following day would be the last consultation you'd have with Wonwoo's lawyer before your court date on Friday - Payday.
"Yeah, well," you sighed in frustration, leaning back in the wooden chair, "Can you blame me?"
"No, no, of course not," she quickly reassured you, patting your hand. "But at least you also got some other things to keep your mind occupied with." Wiggling her eyebrows to underline her question. Even without her antic, you would've known what she was implying.
"You mean Wonwoo?" You chuckled, to which she excitedly nodded, biting down on her lips to hide the grin that was daring to escape. "But even there's Chanyeol involved! Do you know how much we've talked about him?"
"Ugh," Binna faked a gag, "Can we just agree to not say his name out loud anymore? Let's just call him... Grapefruit." That woman and her codenames. Ever since she had started working as a teacher, this became a thing of hers to do with all of the men she shared a bed with. At first, it was only to be able to talk about them in front of the kids, since some of those stories may have included a single father or two of the kids in her class, but she had let it seep into her everyday life. Explaining why you'd now find yourself calling a thirty-something-year-old grown man "bookshelf", just because of the way his haircut looked from the side. Grapefruit would be added to the list.
"Grapefruit?"
"Yeah," she nodded, taking another sip, "I hate Grapefruits. Anyways-," she waved it off to change the subject. "What do you mean you talk about Cha- I mean, Grapefruit?"
"Well- like, about the entire situation. You know, some evenings we spent going through court stuff or looked through what he's been up to." Jihoon had mentioned to 'always know who you're going up against'. And Wonwoo and you took his advice to heart. There were multiple nights spent together in the office, sometimes along with Mingyu, or even at his place, going through the files the court had published to you about Exodus' Entertainment. You had stalked his Social Media presence and analyzed his public outings. The smiles he would fake, the words he would lie with. You knew this man inside out, having spent three years with him did come in handy. Even after all this time, he took up more time inside your brain than you would've liked to.
While continuing your story, you motioned around with your hands on the table. "It even all started with him. Sometimes... I mean, I don't always bring it up with Wonwoo, sometimes it's just in my mind. To myself. But... yeah..." Pressing your pointer to a random spot on the wood.
"Hold up-," Binna raised her hand to stop you, "He started it all? What is 'it'? You and Wonwoo?"
You already knew you'd regret your answer before it had even left your lips, but who else could you be the most honest with, if not your best friend since primary school. "Kinda..."
"Alright, you're stupid." She simply stated, staring blankly right at you.
"No, wait-" You scolded her, but she just shrugged.
"What? You're an idiot. Why would you think that? How could that asshole have anything to do with what's going on with you two now?"
You sighed, shaking your head slightly, knowing you'd have to choose your words wisely "No, no, look. I mean," you sighed with an annoyed undertone, trying to get your eyes off her. "I know he doesn't have any effect on me anymore whatsoever, but you can't deny that because of what happened, Wonwoo and I got closer. The break-in started a whole chain reaction-"
"That's idiotic to think about-" Before she could finish, you cut her off.
"No, it's not. It's what made us talk more to each other. Why we started to actually interact and realise that we would have to work with each other and not against each other like we did before." The two of you knew, your words held some truth.
Binna violently shook her head, her bob moving along, "Maybe for you, but most definitely not for him."
You scrunched your eyebrows at the slightly slurred words from your best friend. "What do you mean?"
"He invited you to that event thing before all that shit went down. For God's sake, Y/N!" She shouted into the room, immediately making you jump up to cover her mouth from across the table. You sent her a wide-eyed glare, hoping to make her understand to shut her mouth. Binna nodded as she grasped your hand to pull it down, continuing her exclaim in a quieter volume. "He bought you a fucking dress! And not a cheap one!"
"I know that! But keep it quiet," you snapped at her, sitting back down to continue nursing your drink which was now close to getting empty. God, you should've just ordered two at once, just like Binna did.
"You're not listening to what I'm saying-"
"You're not listening to what I'm saying. I don't think that nothing would've ever happened, but it did speed things up A LOT."
"I thought we went over this. Stop overthinking all of this. Be happy for yourself for once in your goddamn life! You've been fucked over by so many men in your life that don't even deserve to know about your existence. Your father included by the way," she pointed out, making you nod. "And now you found a man that would burn down the entire world for you, and you're still thinking about that shit-eating sorry excuse of a man from your past that doesn't even know how to do his own laundry?" The reminder made you almost chuckle, but the truth was too painful.
To think back on the fact that you once had your hands down his laundry basked and washing machine, because he didn't know how to make use of it, sent a shiver down your spine. "He did actually not know how to do that."
"That's what I'm saying," she sighed out desperately, throwing her head back with a groan. "All of them were such a waste of your time and patience and kindness. So... just enjoy what you have with Wonwoo now. So what if Grapefruit sped up things for you two? If anything, that's a good thing."
"I... I know what you mean. And... I... UGH-" You groaned under your breath, covering your face with your hands before running your fingers through your hair, an exhausted huff of air leaving your lips. If you could, you would've already punched yourself. Just like Binna did after you had told her what happened in Wonwoo's apartment after your quick trip to the Monbebe - she left a bruise that didn't go away for four days and Wonwoo had quite a few questions about that.
"He's not the reason for anything but misery in your life, alright?" The casual use of the nickname made you chuckle. "Wonwoo would still be knees deep for you, he'd still be this big fucking simp, and you'd also still have a crush on him that you, even now, don't want to admit to."
You interfered after hearing her comment as she slyly continued eating some of the fries in the middle of the table. "Hey! That's not true." You huffed out, mumbling the last part of the sentence.
"Oh, it's not? Have you ever said, you know what, 'I like him'? Or 'I have a crush on him'? " Binna nagged, knowing eventually she'd get something out of you.
You decided to stay silent, desperately hoping she'd just drop the subject but both of you knew better than that.
"Exactly." She pressed her lips and eyes tightly together, her fingers digging into her temples. "You don't know if you have a crush on the man you've been spending the past three weeks with? Non-stop." Binna opened her eyes again to meet yours. "You don't know if you have a crush on the man that has been sending you flowers and food every single day at work? You wanna tell me you don't have a crush on the only man that has been actually able to make you come for the first time in-" Her continuous ranting made you groan out loud.
"OKAY! I like him, alright?! Fine! You win! I like him." With a last deep breath, you stunned her. "There. I said it. I like him, Binna. I really do. I'm scared, yes, fuck it, I'm terrified even, but whatever is going on right now feels really good and I really don't want to fuck it up."
You had decided to let yourself give into him, slowly but surely. The final decision must've happened way earlier in your brain. After yet another hot and passionate session of yours, late at night, cuddling into his side as he subconsciously was still grazing his fingers over your skin while slowly giving into the sleepiness that had overcome him.
You couldn't help it. The more you tried to fight it, the more Wonwoo was willing to fight. A fresh set of flowers on your desk every single week, pastries from the bakery Binna and you had recently found and started to love every morning by the front desk at the office, heck even the car keys you hadn't been able to get rid of yet. By now it had basically turned into a game of you trying to leave them in his apartment or office, only for you to find them inside your bag later that day again. It made you chuckle each time. He was a stubborn one, that Jeon Wonwoo. Whenever your own thoughts were starting to catch up with you, trying to remind you that he was indeed too good to be true, and every man would eventually turn out to be the same, the CEO made sure to be right there, keeping your mind clean and ensuring you of his not-always-so-inocennt, yet pure intentions with you. The few sleepless nights the two of you had been spending together were proof of just that.
With wide eyes and a smug smile on her lips, Binna leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Well done. I'm proud of you."
Sulkingly, knowing she had finally gotten what she wanted, you crossed your arms. "Leave me alone."
The woman in front of you continued to gaze at you, her lips sealed as she took in your sunken-in frame. A sad smile was starting to form on her face. "You don't have to pretend to be all cold and cool about this. He's pretty cute. With all the stuff he does."
You wish you could've stopped the blush spreading on your cheeks, but it shined so proudly, lighting up your entire face as you bit down on your bottom lip.
"I know," you mumbled, taking a fry to fill your mouth with, trying to distract yourself from the situation and hoping your body would stop naturally reacting like that.
A second of silence passed between the two of you before Binna's chuckle interrupted it. She let her forearms rest on top of the table, leaning in to catch your gaze.
"I haven't seen you blush like that in years," she commented softly, reaching to pet the back of your hand. "You deserve this, Y/N. Enjoy it."
Slowly, you raised your head, still almost too shy to lock eyes with her directly. Your gaze quickly fell to your hands touching before chuckling, finding your own thoughts ridiculous, but as embarrassing as it may have seemed to you, you couldn't and didn't want to hold back.
"I really do like him."
Your best friend nodded, "I know," a proud smile decorating her face. Happiness had never looked and felt so good.
-
The plain white walls were starting to dawn on you. A waiting room so sterile, with two paintings being the only splash of colour in the entire corridor, would do that. Even after all the times you had spent sitting there, you were still not used to it and weren't planning on it any time soon. The hope of not having to return all that much ever again had not yet vanished.
A heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you sulked even deeper into the grey-cushioned seats Jihoon had chosen for his law firm. The past twenty minutes had started to feel closer to an hour with the hollowness of the room. The only sound echoing through your ear was the rushed typing of his assistant around the corner, who hadn't stopped ever since you had arrived. Not even your phone could entertain you enough anymore, time was just moving too slowly.
Wonwoo, with whom you came, had just gotten off the phone with God-knows-who when he directed his attention to you. Amusement made his lips curl up as he put his phone into the inside pouch of his suit jacket before hiding his hands in his pockets.
"He likes to take his time."
Your exclaim of a breath told him everything he needed to know. He took a quick peek at the still-closed door to the lawyer's office. A door you had been staring at for at least ten minutes.
You took a deep breath in desperation. "Yeah, a little too much time." Your comment made Mingyu, who was sitting opposite of you chuckle. You had to hold back any snarky remark, remembering that he was your last bit of hope and you were supposed to give him all the time he could possibly need. He was a busy man after all and you were most definitely not his only clients.
Wonwoo's laugh rang through your ear as he got closer to your seated position. "Well, look who's suddenly the impatient one." His comment made you roll your eyes but made the slight smile playing on your lips almost impossible to hide. The past few weeks with him must've done something with you.
Ever since that late-night event after your not-so-pleasant visit to the Monbebe, the dynamic between the two of you had changed. Drastically. It was less about built-up anger and frustration, not even about hidden tension anymore. Much rather was it now about appreciation, care, and gentleness and... even enjoyment. In all this mess, the two of you had found a way to enjoy each other's presence and forget about the daunting events that were still haunting you.
You two had spent more nights together since then. More than your old self would probably like to admit. But your new self?... She enjoyed it. Not only did those nights end in sex. No, some were just filled with late-night talking - some work-related, others not. He had started asking questions. Quite a few even. About you, and your childhood. Wonwoo had wanted to know what your favourite season was, what your favourite memory of your school time was, and which celebrity you'd bring back from the dead if you could - questions no other ex had ever even entertained to wonder about. Some questions you hadn't even ever asked yourself. And you answered him. You gave him an answer to every single one of his questions. In return, you had found out about his childhood best friends, about him being his grandmother's favourite grandchild, and about what he'd do if he could go back in time. You got to get to know Wonwoo. Not hot-playboy-CEO-bachelor Jeon Wonwoo, but the Jeon Wonwoo, who graduated top of his year at Seoultech University. Wonwoo, whose discovery of stage fright in middle school shattered his dreams of becoming an actor even before his father could drag him into the family business. Wonwoo, who would kill and die for his friends and family and who might look and act like the coldest asshole to walk the streets of the city, but could be deeply caring about the ones most important to him at the same time. You had almost forgotten about the person you had always thought he had been as you got to meet the real side of him.
The side that called his mum at least once a week whenever she wasn't in town to keep up with the latest gossip she had to tell him. He'd roll his eyes while on the phone with her, sending you looks of apology while you continued to sip on the wine he had poured for you, chuckling at the sight in front of you as he walked around the apartment, nodding along to whatever his mother was ranting about. The side that would never forget your dinner reservations at 8, already thinking about what you'd be wearing and what flowers to get you to match your outfit while listening to yet another uneducated business partner and throwing him out of the room as soon as one wrong comment would fall from their lips. He cursed their existence and the entirety of the corporate world while promising to make his own office and company a place where employees would enjoy coming to work.
He'd sit in his office, checking his wrist every few minutes, counting down the time and catching glimpses at you talking to the other employees, desperately waiting for the work day to end, so he could be at home, doing the dishes he had left in the sink in the morning, still needing to change the bedsheets before you'd arrive with the food you had promised to pick up on the way. How domestic of you two.
There were no obligations, no rules you had to follow. You were just enjoying yourself. Enjoying your time with him. The words he had trusted you with had branded themselves onto your heart and brain, reminding you every single day of what you were getting yourself into. You started to trust him. You were starting to fall. It was crazy. You couldn't help yourself, you couldn't hold back. You didn't want to. Falling was something so inevitably impossible to stop from happening. Whether you're falling over, falling down, or... falling in love.
You had caught yourself looking at him already. Multiple times in the last few weeks. Commenting to yourself, he's facial structure, the tilted line of his jaw, and the bridge of his nose were just aesthetically pleasing. No one would deny, that you were correct in your assumption. But that was not the reason you couldn't help yourself from looking at him. You had ignored the tingle in your stomach and the warmth spreading in your chest. But there was only so much time that you could tell yourself it was nothing until it did become something. And the end of that time arrived sooner than you could've prepared yourself for and hit you like a wall.
You had repeatedly thought about those nights you had spent with him, sitting by the dining table, snacking on the takeout you had decided on for that evening while reading out loud letters from the courthouse, the judge, Jihoon, Jeonghan, and even Chanyeol. Statements from Sehun were rarely ever in the mail you received, he opted for texting you privately, promising to stand with you and support the decisions you would make. But those evenings had led to the current scene unfolding. Another appointment in the Lee Jihoon law firm. The, hopefully, last official time you'd meet here for the haunting reason of Park Chanyeol.
Wonwoo grunted as he threw himself onto the empty seat next to you, "I swear to God, once we're in there, I'm gonna-"
"You're not gonna do anything," you interrupted him, looking to your left to find his side profile as he was still glaring at the closed door. His patience was running thin, you could tell. With a smirk and a scoff, he leaned back and turned to the side, his eyes meeting yours.
"You don't believe me?" He teasingly wondered.
"Oh no, I do believe you," you assured him with a similar smile, "But I also know that you know better than to anger your only friend that can get us out of this."
"Can you maybe not flirt right in front of me?" The younger CEO cringed as he looked towards the door, trying to divert his eyes from the two of you.
Before Wonwoo was able to talk back, a snarky remark already playing on the tip of his tongue, the white door suddenly opened, revealing the slightly messy head of wavy hair.
"Am I interrupting something?" Jihoon joked as he looked into the hallway, his eyes immediately finding you two and your faces that had subconsciously moved in closer to each other.
With a quick move, Wonwoo pushed himself up from the cushion, his hand already awaiting yours to help you up as well. "Yeah, I was just talking about breaking in your door." You ignored his helping hand, opting to stand up yourself, only to feel his gentle grip on your elbows. Was he really helping you? No. Did you still enjoy the soft touch? Yes.
"Hilarious as always." Jihoon nodded, walking back inside, leaving you to let yourself in.
Before walking ahead, you snatched the two thin folders you had brought yourself into your hands and let yourself get led by Wonwoo's hand on your lower back. Something else, you had learned about him was his love for physical touch. Secret little touches had become a standard when standing or sitting next to him. Wonwoo was by no means a man attracted to any form of PDA, he enjoyed it very much privately though. But no one could deny his love for keeping his hand or even just a finger on you. He took pride in doing this as secretly as possible, making no one else notice it. Mentioning physical touch being his love language only got you a roll of his eyes, you recall, and a comment about Yeri, his cousin, nagging him about doing tests like them on the internet, as well as an MBTI test, so he'd 'have it much easier to find a suitable partner'. Later that day, he did admit those tests revealed that his love languages were, in fact, physical touch, as well as, words of affirmation and gift-giving. And his MBTI was, to his last knowledge, INFJ.
Mingyu closed the door as he was the last one to enter, and all four of you in your designated seats in Jihoon's office - him behind his big desk, you right opposite of him, with Wonwoo to your left and Mingyu on your right. The room matched the entire floor perfectly. Pearl-white walls locked you in, and every door matched the colour of the walls. Each piece of furniture was fitted to the cool tones he had decided on. The floor continued to be dark grey, reminding you of a modern doctor's office. Everyone had their own taste, but you were thankful your office looked much different.
You handed him the last piece of content he'd need for the final trial tomorrow. During the past weeks, Jihoon and Jeonghan had consultations with the judge privately, as well as publicly. None of you were supposed to be there as it was only between the lawyers, and he was yet to update you on the progress he had made.
"Okay," the lawyer looked through the printed-out document you had brought along. "This is everything Sehun has texted you? Every single thing. Every word, every picture he sent, every single emoji? Everything."
You nodded along with his questions.
"Everything. I promise. I didn't change anything. I just, copy and pasted it," you swore to him as you spoke the truth.
Jihoon thanked you. "I'll get this to the judge before the trial tomorrow. She won't read it out loud while we're in the courtroom unless it's one hundred per cent necessary so that nothing will happen to Sehun."
"Thanks," you smiled at him. You had kindly asked him to do just that. With everything going on, and Chanyeol already hating enough people, his anger being on a 10/10 most likely, you didn't want to throw Sehun under the bus and call him out for helping you and doing the right thing. What he'll do after this shitshow was done was his issue to deal with and not your place to be involved in.
"So," Wonwoo decided to lead the following conversation. "Where are we right now? How are things looking so far?"
The younger man leaned back in his chair, throwing the pieces of paper back on his desk. He took a deep breath. "Good, I'd say."
"You'd say? That was a yes-or-no kind of question," The CEO stated, his facial expression strict and cold, just like the rest of the world knew him.
"Well, Wonwoo, I can't guarantee you anything. These people are unpredictable. They always have something up their sleeve, like literally constantly, and I'm trying my damn best here-"
"Then do better-"
"Wonwoo-" Mingyu tried to stop the two.
"Wait," you interrupted them before their fight could explode. "What do you mean? What happened last time?" Your eyes were trained on the lawyer as he pushed his chair to turn around, getting a brown file out of his cupboard before turning back, and throwing it to land right in front of you.
Once you got your hands on it and opened the file, you let your eyes rake over each line written in what seemed to be a university document from Seoultech. With your eyebrows scrunched together and your mouth slightly hanging open, you lifted your head to glance at Wonwoo.
"You cheated on your final exams and plagiarised your dissertation?"
"What?" He quickly got a hold of the piece of paper, reading it for himself, and opened his mouth, ready to raise his voice as he stood up. "That's-"
"Bullshit, I know," Jihoon stopped him calmly. "Don't worry, I called them and got statements from your professors."
Wonwoo looked at his friend in confusion, "But most of them are retired," who just walked over to him to get the file back into his ownership, a smirk proudly presented on his lips.
"I told you, I'm good at my job." Making the CEO scoff and roll his eyes.
You were still in a twilight zone, not able to follow every detail you had read and the conversation happening between the two men.
"But if it was so easy for you to debunk it, why did they write something like that?" Mingyu wondered, gaining back the lawyer's attention.
He sighed before shrugging and settling back into his chair. "I guess they just wanted to try. They claimed Wonwoo to be a master in faking documents, not realising that if I were to find the real ones, they'd be accused of doing the exact same thing. At this point, they have almost nothing else to lose because they're already so close to losing this entire lawsuit."
"Well," Wonwoo jumped in, choosing to continue standing up, "Then what's gonna happen tomorrow? Anything we need to be prepared for?"
Jihoon looked down at his desk as his fingers had started to play with a pen, occupying himself as he talked.
"Before I brought you guys in, I sent them some final stuff. Some of the statements Sehun got us, and the security camera footage from your office. I think it was Vernon, but he was able to zoom into the face and de-pixel it, which was revealed to be one of Chanyeol's employees who I had mentioned already last week in front of the judge. So, they'll go over that and comment on it tomorrow. They'll probably ask you guys some more questions about the night of the break-in. Like, where you were, what you were doing, how did you find out, and so on. Just be honest about that. Try to stick to the version you guys have told me, that would make my life a lot easier, thank you. They'll also question Park about it, probably also Sehun." He fell quiet for a second before continuing. "Everything else is pretty much done. They reached out to some of the women, but most of them declined to show up in court personally and chose to send in videos and written statements. It would be smart to read them out loud, but I don't know if they will or if they'll protect the identities of those women. My plan would be to win your lawsuit tomorrow and let them handle the sexual assault cases alone without us involved. And I don't know how that will play in for us... I mean- they've seen all of Yoon's tricks, and they're really not impressed by him from what I could tell."
"Good," Wonwoo commented in the middle of it.
"But they also haven't forgotten about your little fight, remember that." He pointed a strict finger at the oldest one in the room.
Another reason, why Jihoon and Jeonghan had been asked to be seen in front of the judge alone was 'for their own safety'. After the last encounter all of you had in court ended in Wonwoo and Chanyeol almost beating each other up, the judge, Miss Kang, had sent out individual emails, asking the lawyers to visit her on their own. The last sitting would be with everyone again though.
"I have the feeling that the jury is definitely on our side, but the judge might ask about the fight and possible anger issues," Jihoon continued to explain.
Wonwoo scoffed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What do anger issues have to do with any of this?! And if anyone has anger issues, it's that fucking idiot Park, alright?!"
The younger one of the two and you looked at each other in silence, also sharing a quick look with Mingyu, before turning towards the CEO. A tight smile made its way onto your face, but the awkward silence hung heavily in the room. Wonwoo glanced at Jihoon first, before desperately looking at Mingyu and you. With a deep breath, he decided to sit back down.
"I have anger issues only when it comes to him."
-
Getting into Wonwoo's car the day of the last court sitting almost felt like every other time you had done it. The sequence was the same. He'd text you, he was on his way. Once he arrived, he'd ring the number of your apartment and you'd let him in. You'd leave your front door open, so he could come in once he reached your floor while getting your bag ready and possibly doing some finishing touches on your makeup. Days where you had spent the previous night at his place were slightly different. After having breakfast together at his dining table, and brushing your teeth, Wonwoo would get ready in the morning to chauffeur you to your apartment. He'd patiently wait in your living room while you got ready in your bedroom. He had offered to keep some things at his apartment already, yet you declined, assuring yourself of not moving too quickly by still getting ready for the day in your own room. Having a toothbrush and stuff to sleep in at his place was enough for you for the time being.
Your focus was solely on your phone as you texted Mingyu your whereabouts, asking him if he had already made his way over to the courthouse. Nervously, you had also texted Jihoon, keeping him updated with every street you got closer and closer.
The sudden touch of a hand on your knee made you look up. "Stop." Wonwoo had put his hand on you, stopping your leg from violently shaking. "You have no reason to be nervous, we got this."
"That's easier said than done," you scoffed. "They could destroy us. They could've something planned and we wouldn't know."
"Could you check the glove compartment, please?" Wonwoo got your attention, making you raise your head at his sudden question after enjoying the silence in the car.
"Hm?" You hummed.
With a quick glance at you and a nod towards the storage unit in his car, he repeated his question. "The glove compartment. I got a letter from my mum yesterday, and I put it in there. She texted me and said it was for both of us." With a swift one-handed move, you rounded the corner.
"For us?" You wondered confused, reaching forward to open the compartment.
He shrugged. "I don't know."
You got the letter in your hands, immediately noticing the pastel pink envelope, chuckling to yourself. Jeon Chaewon's role as one of the most feminine old-fashioned ladies you had ever met was no joke.
Careful not to destroy the paper too much, you opened the letter, getting the piece of paper out of the envelope when two extra pieces fell into your lap - slightly smaller than the letter itself. You decided to take a look at them first. After turning them around, you gasped. Your hand fell to your mouth before a chuckle erupted from your lungs.
"What?" A quick glance at Wonwoo made Wonwoo's eyebrows shoot up, only to calm down again once he noticed your amusement.
You couldn't help but bite down on your lip as you showed him the plane tickets. "Your mum's sending us to Paris?" Throwing the question into the room as you were still confused, now directing your attention to the letter, reading through the lines she wrote.
"Oh," you exclaimed. "There's a business even in Paris. She wants us to go." Reading the last sentence got another chuckle out of you. "She said, P.S.: If you want to take Mingyu along as well, I can get you another ticket, but think about that carefully."
"Aaah," Wonwoo nodded, stopping at a red light, letting his elbow rest by the window as he glanced to your side. "She told me about this before she left." He reached out to read through the letter himself. "But I didn't know she already booked tickets for us."
"And a hotel," you added.
"A hotel too?" He wondered, looking at you as you leaned over the middle console to point towards the sentence where she had mentioned the hotel you'd be staying in.
Wonwoo sighed, "Jesus..." With his focus still on the handwriting of his mother, he forgot about the illuminating lights ahead of you.
You glanced up as the green light hit your eyes. "It's green," you pointed out, snatching the letter out of his hand, so he'd put his focus back on the road.
Wonwoo noticed you had gone quiet, while your eyes were on the tickets and the letters. "Do you want to go?" He asked.
You looked up at him, putting all the pieces of paper back together into the envelope. "I think now is not really the right time to think about a Paris trip, to be honest."
"But it's a business trip."
"Yeah," you chuckled. "But to Paris." You continued to look at him, waiting for him to meet your eyes. He exchanged glances with you for a short moment, his lips curling up the slightest amount.
"Yes. As a business trip," he repeated, making you chuckle. "So, do you wanna go?" He asked you again, keeping you in his view as you reached another red light for a few seconds.
With a deep breath in, you shrugged your shoulders, keeping the envelope in your grip as your bag was still in the backseat. "Sure, why not. We should do it for your mum if she requested it."
"For my mum?" Wonwoo chuckled, making you nod.
"Yeah," you cleared your throat. "I mean, if she already booked everything, it would be rude not to go. And like you said, it's a business trip for an event, so... that would be good, right?"
He nodded. "Right."
For a second, you stayed silent before speaking up again, noticing how much closer you had gotten to the courthouse.
"Should we ask Mingyu if he'd want to come as well?"
"God no," Wonwoo was quick to answer with a huff. He took a quick look at you, a grin already spreading on his lips. "Somebody's gotta keep the company in check while we're gone, right?"
With a smile, you nodded along with him. "Mm, you're right." Before both of you fell into another round of comfortable silence while the smile never left your lips, biting down to hide it.
You turned your head to glance outside of the window, watching the buildings pass before Wonwoo took the last right turn to enter the parking lot.
-
Exiting the car and walking towards the main entrance of the courthouse, you were suddenly attacked by a group of men and women clinging onto their notebooks.
"Miss Yoon! Do you think, you will win!"
"Mister Jeon, are you confident for the trial today?"
"Is it true that Mister Park was a bad ex-boyfriend?"
"Is this all a publicity stunt to get more attention and build up your company, Mister Jeon?"
"Was the judge bribed by Mister Park and Mister Oh?"
With shock written all over your face, you came to a sudden halt, the grip on your bag strap tightening. Wonwoo, who was right behind you, hot on your heels, was quick to reach around you, pulling you in closer towards his body as soon as he heard the first words being shouted at the two of you. The cold glare of the CEO didn't stop the journalists from coming closer, pestering you with even more questions. The sudden attention overwhelmed you as you stumbled up the stairs towards the main entrance, where Jihoon was already waiting for you, holding the door open, and ushering you to move faster. As soon as your feet crossed the ledge, he closed the doors.
"Get a life!" He shouted at the mass, as they groaned in synch, turning back around and separated into individual groups again.
Still in shock, you turned around, not noticing the hand still on your body, not meaning to let go any time soon.
"What the hell was that?!" You exclaimed, brushing through your hair the wind had messed up slightly.
Jihoon groaned, walking past you, making the two of you follow him together as he started explaining. "I don't know who called them. Last week only two of them were here, but Jesus..."
"But why are journalists so interested in this? It's not like this is a national scandal-"
"Not national, but within the corporate world, this is quite big. Park's company might be about to break, and everyone wants in on that," Jihoon explained as you were catching your breath again, finding Mingyu's tight smile as he stood by the door of the courtroom, patiently waiting for you.
"Or maybe they're here to watch the Jeon empire collapse." A sudden all-too-familiar voice caught you off guard. Turning around, you were met with the mischievous eyes you've known for oh so long. "How tragic would that be," Jeonghan smirked at you three, his hand deep in his pocket as he casually walked up to you.
"We'll see about that," the lawyer snapped back.
Seeing the cheeky smile that had been haunting you for weeks made your heart race in anger as you bit down on your tongue, knowing every word you'd give off yourself could be turned against you. Without another comment, you turned around and rushed over to Mingyu in quick steps, greeting him with a hug, forgetting about Wonwoo and Jihoon, who decided to join you, leaving your cousin in the middle of the corridor before he disappeared around the corner again.
"Where's he going?" The younger CEO wondered, nudging his head towards the direction Loki had just left in.
Wonwoo shrugged, "Who knows."
"Probably consoling Park and Oh about some last-minute stuff," Jihoon took the word, glancing at you three. "Is everything clear with you guys? Any questions?"
Mingyu and you shook your heads as the oldest answered for all of you.
"No, let's get this shit over with." Speaking from your soul.
-
The four of you were directed towards your designated table on the left side of the room with Jihoon on the far right, closest to the middle of the room, followed by Wonwoo to his left, then you, and Mingyu was seated next to you. The rest of the room was empty, apart from the court reporter who was setting up her station and the security man by each door. As the trial was private, no public interests were allowed in the room. Even with the silence filling it, neither one of you even dared to open your mouth, knowing better than to let anything get to you.
The entrance door opened, the voices of the three people entering immediately bounced off the walls. They may have tried to whisper, but God knows they were terrible at it.
"Good morning," Jeonghan bowed to each security guard with a smile on his face, his followers copying him. As they passed your group, your cousin also sent a grin towards you, Chanyeol opted for a smug nod of his head while Sehun was seen with a genuine tight smile.
Exodus' CEO leaned back in his chair as soon as they all sat down, a loud sigh coming from him, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath in annoyance.
"Aaah," he moaned. "What a beautiful day today is, right guys? How terrible it would be to ruin that for someone." He took a quick look at your table, meeting Wonwoo's glare, but it only made Chanyeol chuckle.
You continued your prayers inside your head to let this pass quickly, followed by praying for his downfall and that he may please rot in a cell and never feel the touch of another human being ever again. He deserved nothing else.
Paranoid, you turned around to make sure your bag was still hanging over the back of your chair. After finding it right where you left it, your train of thought was interrupted.
"The jury will now enter!" A voice echoed through the room, making all of your heads look straight ahead to where the door opened. You could tell, not one of you had thought the trial would start so suddenly. The people who would make up the jury and would eventually be part of the reason for either your victory or downfall today entered the room. None of them even dared to lock eyes with any of you. Everyone kept their heads down until they were seated.
"All rise!" The voice spoke up again, making all of you act responsively as you stood up in synch, the sound of your chairs screeching against the floor slashing through your ear canal.
The door on the very far right side in front of you opened, revealing Miss Kang, the judge that had been assigned to your case. She greeted everyone in the room with a kind smile, making her warm presence light up the room. She was one of the good people within the law enforcement sector of the country, you just knew it. She'd trust you. Right?...
Judge Kang sat down on the big leathered chair, organising the stacks of paper in front of her, before taking a deep breath.
"This court is now in session, you may be seated," she called out into the room. Each person followed her demand, taking a seat again, nudging their chairs closer towards the table in front of them.
"We've got quite beautiful weather today, so let's not make this complicated, alright? I think we all want to enjoy the few rays of sunshine," she tried to lighten up the aura of the courtroom, clearly noticing the heavy tension daunting on all of you. Quiet chuckles could be heard, following her comment, smiling faces gazing up at her.
She looked down at her papers. "Alright, we call the case 7.4.2-8 in which Oskan & Co. has been charged with theft and stolen copyright by Exodus Entertainment. Is the plaintiff ready?" She directed her eyes to the right table.
"Yes, Your Honour," Jeonghan answered her politely. The pitch of his voice could send a shiver down your spine almost in an instant. Laced with pretentiousness. You had to remind yourself not to react. Not even the smallest muscle on your face was supposed to move.
Unfaced, she then turned towards you. "Is the defence ready?"
Jihoon nodded confidently, "Yes, your honour."
"Good," she smiled again. "We'll first hear the opening statement from the defence, just to freshen up everyone's memory since it's been a while since we have all gathered here, right? Defendant lawyer, Lee Jihoon, please lay out the facts."
-
Breaks were forgotten. The trial was in full motion. One after the other was asked to come forward, sit down and get questioned by their own lawyer, followed by getting torn to shreds by the lawyer of the opposite party. Judge Kang had let Jihoon decide whether he'd want to start questioning one of you first somebody from the plaintiff - he chose to bring out Mingyu. 'Let's start with a defence, not attack', you remembered him saying.
Jeonghan followed by questioning Wonwoo. Picking people apart psychologically was one of his strongest character traits, he was raised by one of Korea's greatest manipulators after all. But his new approach confused you. Unlike the way you had seen him before, he was soft-spoken with the CEO. Nudging his answers out one by one while keeping a low tone. He must've known just how much Wonwoo would usually react to somebody talking to him like he was as stupid as they could come, but he kept it cool. It surprised all of you. He continued nodding politely, excusing himself every now and then, keeping his sharp tongue in the back of his throat, and never declining Jeonghan's accusations directly. Just like you had practised. The words 'No, this didn't happen' never once fell. Wordings like 'Not exactly', 'As far as I know', and 'To my understanding', were the only ones to ever hit your ear. If all calculated correctly, it must've left a good impression on the judge and jury.
Jihoon opted to get Chanyeol out of his seat next. What Jeonghan could do, he could only do better. He had the receipts.
He started out civil and collected. Asking questions about his whereabouts the night of the break-in, followed by general questions about the company, as they were slowly diverted to subject his private life. His hobbies, and how he would spend his weekdays and weekends if work was out of the question. Jeonghan tried his best to object to each question that wasn't concerning the case directly, but you better bet Jihoon had the perfect explanation for each of his statements ready to roll off his tongue. Every time your cousin shot out of his chair, his voice echoing through the room loud and clear, he was asked to sit down just as quickly.
Chanyeol was asked to stay seated as Jeonghan switched places with the other lawyer in the room, opening his mouth to defend his client as best as he could. If only it wasn't for Jihoon doing a much better job in the first place.
You let your eyes glide across the room. Focused on Miss Kang, you watched her take note after note, marking her own thoughts and questions down as the trial proceeded. Further on the right, the jury seemed invested. Some nodded along with each word coming from Jeonghan, while others scrunched up their faces as soon as Chanyeol would even just take a breath before coming up with an answer. It almost made you chuckle. You couldn't see Sehun unless you'd lean back, but you decided against it. It might direct unwanted attention to your action. You were about to glance at the security guard on the left side of the room when the sound of your name hit your ear.
Your head shot towards Jeonghan.
"To my understanding, you were in a committed relationship with one of the defendants." His steps came to a halt right in front of Exodus' CEO. Before he could even open his mouth, Jihoon hastily pushed his chair back.
"Objection, your honour! Privilege! To my understanding, we had decided to leave private relationships out of this trial if not directly connected." Each one of you knew that there was only a hint of truth in his statement since you were all convinced most of this trial was indeed directly connected to the bon you had once shared with the other man.
Judge Kang nodded. "You are correct about that, Mister Lee." She turned her attention to her left, but Jeonghan took the first word.
"Your honour, but doesn't the defendant being a past lover of my client not seem like a direct connection to the case? The fact that Mister Park's work has been stolen by the company partially led by a grieving past significant other must look like less of a coincidence and more like an act of revenge." How dare he use the words 'significant other'.
Miss Kang couldn't help but sigh as she took a quick look at Jihoon, an apologetic expression daunting on her face before she nodded. "Yes, Mister Yoon. You may continue. But try to keep emotional descriptions out of your statements, please," she advised him.
Jihoon lowered his head, taking a deep breath, "Shit." His mumble suddenly got your heart to skip up. You could feel it starting to pump much harder than before. In no possible way was his reaction a good sign. Wonwoo immediately noticed the change in atmosphere, turning towards you, to catch your side profile as you had closed your eyes and held your head down, trying to block out any of the words coming from Jeonghan or Chanyeol.
"The relationship was mostly very peaceful. I mean, just like every other couple, we had our quarrels and misunderstandings, but not much more than that." With a fake sigh, he looked at the jury, trying to paint his eyes with as much pain as possible before he continued. "Towards the end... it did get bad though... you know, I was always told that jealousy was healthy, at least a little bit, but it became quite extreme."
"From Miss Yoon?" Jeonghan nudged him.
"Yes," Chanyeol nodded. "I think me deciding to end things possibly left her in quite a hole-"
Jihoon shot up again. "Objection! Hearsay, your honour."
The judge nodded, "Sustained. Mister Park, please don't interpret any of the defendant's emotions. Just answer Mister Yoon's questions directly." Her reaction made the CEOs smile. She nodded at Jihoon as he sat back down with a quick bow.
Jeonghan took a deep breath. "I would just like to ask the jury to take Mister Park's side of this story into consideration."
"I'm sure they will, Mister Yoon." Miss Kang sent him a tight smile before leaning back in her chair.
Jeonghan dismissed himself as Exodus' CEO was asked to sit down by the table again.
It was now or never.
Only a year ago, you would tell yourself it wasn't worth it to fight back. That Chanyeol was much more powerful than you. Whatever you'd say would be just pushed under the rug. No one would care what you'd have to say. But not now. You had three people right next to you, ready to support whatever you would be stating out there. You had a judge who would patiently listen to you. There was an entire jury that was possibly still undecided. But most importantly, you had yourself and the truth. You had the facts. You knew what was right and what was wrong. Why should the bad guys win just because you didn't even dare to stand up? Too many times, people have let moments like these just pass. Not again. Not now. They couldn't win. You wouldn't let them win. This was for all the women he had hurt. Each woman that decided against facing him in court, but was strong enough to give their statements. You couldn't let them down. They helped you to get so far, now it was your turn.
"Well then," Miss Kang's voice glided through the room. "If there's nothing else to say anymore, I-"
"Excuse me, you honour." Suddenly you could feel each pair of eyes on your form. Each member of the jury had their face turned towards you. Judge Kang's eyebrows raised at the surprised interruption. Sehun, Chanyeol, and Jeonghan unexpectedly looked up, shock written all across their face. Mingyu and Jihoon had lifted their heads to look at you while Wonwoo's hand subconsciously had reached out right, ready to pull you back, unsure of what you were getting yourself into and surprised by your sudden exclaim.
"Yes, Miss Yoon?"
You swallowed the forming gulp in your throat. "I... I still would like to say something. Mister Lee still has to question me."
She nodded. "Of course, would you like to come out?" With her palm, she motioned to the witness stand seat to her left, to which you agreed, pushing your chair back gently before getting the bag off the back. Opening it, the folder you were looking for was already smiling at you. You got it out, opened it to get what you needed and made your way forward. As you passed Jihoon, who had stood up, you came to a halt.
"Ask me everything," you met his eyes. "Every little thing you need to know to win this, okay?"
Your eyes may have fooled you, but you could almost see fear forming in the man's eyes as he took the paper you had given him, nodding at you as he still tried to comprehend what you were asking of him. With big steps and a proud stance, you held your shoulders straight and made your way over to the witness stand seat.
You took a deep breath as soon as you sat down to calm your nerves that, you were sure, would not vanish any time soon.
"Miss Yoon," Jihoon's voice made you straighten your back as you looked up. All eyes were on you. Your heart was threatening to pump out of your chest at this point. You ignored all the other people in the room. You tried to. Keeping your eyes on the lawyer, that's what he had told you. "How would you describe your relationship with Mister Park?"
"Objection!" Jeonghan shot up from his chair. "Asked and answered."
"Not from Miss Yoon," Jihoon turned towards their table as the Judge agreed with him.
"Overruled. The defendants have yet to speak about this matter. You were given the opportunity, now it's their turn." Explaining the definition of fairness. "Mister Lee, please continue."
"Thank you, Your Honour." Jihoon sent in an encouraging smile. "So Miss Yoon, how would you describe your relationship with Mister Park?"
"Pretty normal in the beginning. Quiet. Private."
"In the beginning?"
You clutched the edge piece of one of the papers in front of you. "Yes."
"Could you please go into detail why only in the beginning?"
"Objection!" Jeonghan called out once again. "Leading question-"
"Overruled," Miss Kang interrupted him before he could even continue. "The defendant specifically mentioned 'in the beginning', so Mister Lee has the right to question her further. Please continue, Miss Yoon." Making the other lawyer sit back down with a sigh and you nod.
"Well... ehm...," you were well aware of your pauses possibly only bringing negative attention onto you, yet you couldn't help it as you tried to form the right sentences in your head. "It seemed like a perfectly normal relationship at first, but... I noticed that his behaviour started changing."
"Changing? In what way?"
"Objection! Compound question."
Judge Kang sighed into the microphone. "Overruled. Mister Lee repeated one word, then followed up with his actual question. Please continue."
You took a deep breath, waiting for Jihoon's assuring nod to answer.
"At first, it started out as jealousy. Or so I thought... later on, about a few months into the relationship... it turned into... something more controlling."
"Could you elaborate on that?" He wondered kindly.
"Yes...," you answered, glancing down at the pieces of evidence you were holding in your hands. Copies of which Jihoon had in his own grip. "At first, he asked me to not leave the house without him- I'm sorry, I meant the apartment we shared." Jihoon nodded along. "Whenever I wouldn't obey to that or... other times when I'd get home later than expected from work... he...," you took a pause. Gulped. Took a shaky breath. Not here. "He would get... really angry."
"How would he show his anger?" He was asking you each question softly, carefully. Understanding the sensitivity as soon as his eyes had landed on the file.
Almost bored, Jeonghan raised his hand, "Objection! Relevance."
Jihoon turned towards the judge. "I think, if we hear my client out, we'd see how relevant her answer is in comparison to Mister Park's comments about their past relationship."
Judge Kang nodded. "I agree. Overruled. Miss Yoon, please continue."
Another unstable breath left your lips. "It was- I mean, differently. At first... it was screaming. Then..." You hadn't even bothered putting on nail polish, so you only had your nails left to pick at. "Then... he'd start to... get physical... sometimes... yeah," you whispered at the end.
"Was there any time you felt truly threatened by Mister Park?"
"Yeah...," you admitted. If some jury members had lost interest in the case, at least by now, everyone's attention was back on track. You could hear a hairpin drop. Each breath you took shook the entire room. "There were... occurrences... when I had to go to the hospital. Because... ehm... he..." careful with your words. "He touched me... without my consent."
Biting down on his lip, Jihoon was careful with each word. "Do you have any evidence of this?"
You decided to only nod, as the security kept a close eye on you, noticing you lifting the papers you were clutching onto with your entire being. He went up to you to take them out of your possession, handing them over to the judge as she asked you to continue while going over the doctor's letter. It was the one piece of hospital evidence you had kept from that time. Everything else seemed irrelevant to you as most of the bruises you had showed up with to the hospital could be explained by hitting your knee or arm against furniture. But not this. But there was a second page to it.
"Miss Yoon," Jihoon started again. "You were admitted to the hospital once before, is that correct? Due to a car crash, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes," you spoke out loud.
"Who was driving the car at that time?"
"Mister Park," you answered honestly, knowing that he was reading every piece of evidence off the paper you had handed to him.
Jihoon nodded, now turning to the woman sitting on the highest chair in the room. "Your honour, if you turn to page two of the piece of evidence you were just handed, you can see the doctor's findings, as well as the police report on page three, after the car crash, involving Park Chanyeol and Yoon Y/N. The police stated it was a crash caused by a drunk driver, that being Mister Park. In which he sustained a mild head injury, while Miss Yoon had to be transported to the hospital due to a broken rib and a bruised leg." After a quick look behind him, he turned back to the judge. "If I'm seeing correctly, this document was signed within the walls of this very courthouse. And yet... it has been deleted completely from Mister Park's file."
You decided to stay quiet. You had done your job. You couldn't even look up, knowing disappointed eyes were probably just waiting for you. You had lied to him. Lied to Wonwoo about the scar on your rib. You had mentioned it was due to an injury from falling at the playground as a kid. He brushed it off to be never spoken about it again. And now this.
"So, the all so happy relationship, Mister Park swore to have had with the defendant... doesn't seem to have been all that peaceful after all. That was all, thank you." He bowed before walking back from his spot, joining Wonwoo and Mingyu by the table again.
The all-along so quiet room suddenly shifted as the jury turned to each other to speak at a normal volume, ignoring the room they were still sitting in. Even Jeonghan, who had held back with his objection towards the end, was quick to turn to Chanyeol, who was already raising his voice, standing up to defend himself.
Before it could all escalate too much, Judge Kang got a hold of her hammer, pounding it against the wood to calm the room. "Quiet!" Each person reacted instantly, getting back into their seats, with their eyes on her.
"We will take a ten-minute break. In the meantime, I will go over these documents. The jury is advised to console each other, but not yet come to a conclusion. We will go over everything after the short break, okay? You're dismissed." With one final hit of the hammer, almost everyone stood up. The jury left the room immediately. Chanyeol had pushed himself off the chair aggressively, rushing out as Jeonghan was hot on his heel. Miss Kang passed you quietly while you stood back up, trying to find your breath to face your group of people again.
Before you had even reached them, Jihoon was already in front of you. "What was that? Are you okay?" But you only nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked again. This time, you smiled.
"Yeah..." a faint whisper left your lips as you could suddenly feel your chest lifting again. The tears that had formed vanished all of a sudden, leaving you with a lighter chest and satisfaction rushing through your body.
"Wh-" Mingyu tried to jump into the conversation, but the lawyer stopped him.
"We should maybe continue this outside."
You all nodded along with him, getting ready to leave the room for the break when a voice behind you made you turn around.
"Y/N." Sehun called out for you. He leaned against the desk slightly awkwardly, not knowing what to do with his hands as he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." If only he knew how much he had helped you. With two big steps, you stopped right in front of him, not even giving him a second to react as you threw your arms around him, pulling him in. He seemed to be taken aback, but you quickly felt his hand patting your back, making you lean back, leaving him to breathe freely again.
"Thank you," you smiled at him before turning back to the three other men who were patiently waiting for you.
-
The three of you had been standing and sitting around in the hallway of the courthouse for the past three minutes and Wonwoo was yet to say something. Jihoon had exclaimed his concerns for you, Mingyu had asked you around ten times if you were truly okay and after assuring him that you had truly never felt better, he had decided to sit down next to you. The CEO was still standing by the wall, looking straight ahead while not really focusing on anything in particular.
As the lawyer and the second CEO had fallen into a conversation, you chose to leave them alone and join Wonwoo. Standing up, you patted down invisible creases on your blouse, getting closer and closer to him with each step you took. Instead of joining him by standing at his side, you stopped right in front of him.
Looking up, he didn't even dare to meet your eyes. He just continued to stare straight ahead. There was an unreadable expression on his face, making you want to step around him as carefully as possible to not disturb whatever was going on in his head. As cold as the entire building of the old courthouse was, the only chill rushing down your spine was due to his glance.
As soon as you tried to open your mouth, he beat you to it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" At the same time, he lowered his gaze towards you, meeting your pleading eyes, begging him to talk to you. "About what he did."
With a sigh, you let your head hang as you looked to the ground. With a deep breath, you got the courage to speak to him as you interlocked your glances. "I told you, I wanted to forget everything involving him."
"Yeah, but you can't just forget something like that."
"Well, I tried, okay?!" You suddenly found yourself with a raised voice, surprising both of you, as well as Mingyu and Jihoon, who took a quick look at the two of you but continued their conversation once Wonwoo's cold eyes met theirs. "You really think I want to dwell on such a horrible memory of a man? He was a person I once trusted, and he used that trust and misused me! Of course, I'd want to forget that!" You hissed a breath in and out, lowering your voice again. "But what kind of person would I be if I had just let him portray himself as a victim while fifteen other women made a statement about him sexually harassing them... huh? I was able to live with what happened to me, but he... he hurt SO MANY other women... I- I couldn't just let that pass. If none of them wants to face him, fine. But I have the chance, and don't take it?..." With a sigh, you ended your rant. "I couldn't live with myself after that."
He let the silence linger between you for a short moment as he straightened his back, looking at you again. "How long have you planned on doing this? Why didn't you involve me? Or Jihoon at least? Or for whatever reason maybe even Mingyu?"
"Up until that idiot opened his mouth to talk about me, I wasn't even sure that I was going to do it. But... I had to. And I had to do it alone. Do you know how good that feels now?" A chuckle of relief tumbled from your lips as you couldn't hold back your smile. "They have every piece of evidence they need to... fine him, take away his company, put him behind bars or God knows what."
"Come here," he whispered as he took a step forward and opened his arms. You didn't move though. You continued to stand still, your arms crossed in front of your chest as you glanced up at him.
"I don't want a hug." Your comment told him that you would still be mad at him for not understanding your reasoning. But that didn't stop him. With another step, he had invaded your room, engulfing you in the warmth of his arms you had come to find comfort in during so many nights. Once he noticed you weren't moving, he leaned down just a slight bit closer to your ear.
"I'm proud of you," he spoke quietly, making sure only you would be able to hear those words he had chosen for just you. "But I was worried."
With a sigh, you gave in, wrapping your arms around his slim, yet muscle-packed, torso, getting a relieved sigh from him in return.
Before any of you were able to truly enjoy the short moment of intimacy, Mingyu's loud voice rang through your ears.
"Group hug!" With heavy steps, he rushed over to you two, throwing his big arms over your shoulders, underestimating his weight, making you grunt out loud. You could feel Wonwoo's annoyance radiating off him, to which you couldn't help but chuckle, which was quickly joined by Jihoon doing the exact same.
"You don't even know if we won and yet you're celebrating." He approached you with his hands hiding in his pockets, watching you with bright eyes and a wide grin.
"Who cares if we won," Mingyu commented, almost getting interrupted by his best friend, who opened his mouth but was stopped by the slightly bigger man. "Y/N got to say what she needed to say. Park will get what he deserves. Whether that involves our case or not, I really don't care at this point, to be honest."
With a deep sigh, the older man nodded. "That's very cute and I understand that, and Y/N, you know that I support you, but I still have a job here to finish and if we don't win this case... you can fire me."
"We won't fire you," Wonwoo, now behind you, with his palm once again placed comfortably on your lower back.
"No, no," Jihoon glanced at him. "I am begging you to fire me if we don't win this, do you understand me?" Getting a roll of his eyes from the older CEO, while Mingyu just chuckled, patting the smaller man's shoulder assuringly.
Your exchange of words was interrupted by one of the security men that had been standing inside throughout the entire sitting, who was suddenly standing in the hallway.
"Judge Kang is asking you to come back inside, we'll continue." The four of you nodded in synch, each taking one last deep breath in. One last time. Hopefully.
But before any of you could even take one step forward, a shrill voice called out.
"Hold on! Just a minute!" Jeonghan rushed towards you from around the corner, your eyes quickly finding his. "Y/N, a word, please." Motioning at you to follow him.
Your eyebrows shot up at the sudden demand. In what world did he imagine you'd go out of your way to suddenly follow his lead.
"Whatever you have to say to her, you can say here as well." Wonwoo's deep voice vibrated through your entire body. You noticed the microscopic step he took closer as you felt his chest brush against your arm.
Jeonghan shook his head, clearly irritated by the men surrounding you. "Could I please talk to my cousin in private?" Looking straight at the man behind you, expecting another snark from him, when you spoke up.
"No." You crossed your arms in front of your chest in defence. Your body knew which stance to take in right away.
He had betrayed you. You hadn't heard from him in years before you met him in the courtroom again. And out of all the people there were in the world, he chose to support the man you had sworn off your life. The man with the name you had tried to scratch out of every piece of skin on your body that he had touched. A betrayer, a traitor, and a manipulator. That's who Jeonghan was. Quite fitting to Chanyeol. Two fucked-up halves that would make a deadly whole.
"I'm sorry."
...
...
With quiet stares, each one of you looked straight ahead. No one was fully sure of what words had just hit their ear. The movement of his mouth could've possibly been an illusion. That seemed more likely than an actual apology coming from his lips.
"What?" You were the one to break the silence. Instinctively, Wonwoo's hand travelled to the left, his fingers gently curling around your waist.
The step Jeonghan took forward was welcomed as none of you decided to move backwards, letting him know he could continue.
He sighed. "I... I didn't know... about... you know... that." With a stressed breath in, he continued. "When I took on this case, he told me the exact same thing he had told you and the judge. With our history, it didn't take much convincing for me. I knew you and him were... yeah- anyways- but... I swear, I had no idea."
Still unphased by his apology, he resumed his ramble.
"I know you don't think much of me, but not even I would go this low to support someone like that.. and I know that... that- this apology or whatever probably won't mean anything to you-"
"Good that you know that," Wonwoo commented, but Jeonghan chose to ignore him.
"But I mean it. He just confessed everything to me. This is the first time I'm hearing about all of this... and... I can't- and I won't support that. I don't need you to forgive me, I know that won't happen instantly. But I swear to God, Y/N, you can think whatever you want of me, but please don't ever think I'd ever support a guy like that." He took another step forward. "When the accident happened, I heard that you got hit by a drunk driver. Not that... he was the drunk driver."
Still, no words from you, nor Mingyu or Jihoon.
"Anyway," Jeonghan sighed and got ready to turn around, the open doors still waiting for all of you. "I'm sorry." With those last words, he disappeared again, leaving your party in the cold hallway. In silence.
"Oh, wow..."
You couldn't hold back your scoff as you took a step forward, letting Wonwoo's hand drop to his side.
"He didn't mean any of that." You rolled your eyes.
"Huh?" Mingyu's eyebrows shot up as he glanced at you, his puppy eyes reflecting the light perfectly.
"You can't believe anything coming from that guy's mouth." You explained, still not entertaining the possibility of there being any good intentions behind your cousin's actions.
The younger CEO was still confused. "Then why did he say he was sorry?"
"To manipulate us maybe? Make us feel guilty? Give in?" Jihoon thought out loud, joining you and turning around to face the other two men. "Y/N, I wouldn't believe anything he said. She would know." Everyone nodded in synch.
Wonwoo nudged his head towards the door, where the security man was still waiting for you. "Let's get this over with."
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Each person involved was back in the room. Exodus Entertainment was on the right table, while you and the guys were sitting on the left one. The jury of the very far right side, sitting along the wall was already gazing at you - excitement and interest radiating off them. Judge Kang was back in her seat, her glasses low on the bridge of her nose as she quietly went through the papers in front of her again, which seemed to have gotten more over the break.
If you thought your heart had been pumping hard earlier, while you were seated on the witness stand, it was safe to say, it was about to explode once you had entered the room again. Right where you had left your fear behind.
"Alright," Miss Kang started, taking off her glasses with a deep breath as she let her fingers rake through her hair. "Before we start, does the plaintiff or the defendant have anything to say? You may speak now."
You exchanged glances with Jihoon, who shook his head, telling you to keep low, but your attention was quickly taken away once Jeonghan left his chair to stand up, buttoning his suit jacket and raising his hand.
"Your Honour."
Miss Kang sighed with a forced smile. "Yes, Mister Yoon?"
"May I come forward?"
"Yes, you may."
Each pair of eyes in the room followed him as you abandoned the confused faces of Sehun and Chanyeol, making his way to the middle of the room and the podium. Either time moved painfully slowly, or he moved in slow motion, but either way, the pace was too slow, and you could feel the scream of frustration boiling up in your throat.
Jeonghan cleared his throat and straightened his back. Here we go.
"Your Honour. After consoling my client, we have come to an agreement that I would like to exclaim now."
"Please do," the judge commented on his statement.
"My client, Exodus Entertainment, would like to withdraw their lawsuit against Oksan & Co."
The room fell quiet. This lasted for a second before the next round of tumult rushed through it.
"Excuse me, Mister Yoon?" Miss Kang raised her voice in order to speak over the hushed sounds coming from the jury on the right side. Your eyes were frantically moving from side to side, trying to catch any reaction so you'd know which one to share.
"With immediate effect, Exodus Entertainment takes back each claim made against the defendant Oksan & Co."
Your head immediately shot to Jihoon who kept his gaze straight on Jeonghan, his mouth slightly agape as he was still trying to grasp the situation.
"What's going on here?" You could hear Mingyu whisper from your left, only to be interrupted by the loud voice of Chanyeol slashing through the uproar.
"Your honour-"
Jeonghan cut him off. "My client, Park Chanyeol, also pledges guilty to the charges made against him-"
The sudden knock of wood-on-wood, thanks to the Judge's hammer, let the room calm down again. Chanyeol chose to keep standing up while Sehun leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk making its way onto his face. The jury immediately quieted down along with your group, who still had to let more words drop than Mingyu just had. Jeonghan stood still on the podest.
"Mister Yoon," with the hammer still in her hand, Miss Kang started talking. "Are you aware of what you are doing right now? This will have an immediate effect."
"Yes, your Honour. I am very sorry for the waste of time and patience."
"Your Honour!" Chanyeol raised his hand hastily. "May I speak to my lawyer for a second?"
"Oh," your cousin lowered his head slightly, his voice loud and clear echoing through the speakers. "With immediate effect, I am also withdrawing from my role as Mister Park's lawyer. Thank you." Without another word, Jeonghan took a step back and turned around. After a quick glance in your direction and a tight smile, he passed your tables, only to take a seat on one of the benches behind you, usually preserved for public interests.
Judge Kang didn't even try to hide the amusement making her lips curl into a grin.
"Wow," she chuckled lowly, "Well," she cleared her throat, intertwining her fingers on top of the wooden surface. "Mister Park, you don't seem to have a lawyer to talk to anymore. Anything else you'd like to say?"
You zoned out whatever sorry excuse of an answer he gave her as you turned around, finding Jeonghan's eyes already boring a hole into your head.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, hoping he'd be able to read your lips. You only got a small smile and a nod in return.
"Mister Park-"
"This is a shitshow! What kind of fucking bullshit is this here?!"
"Mister Park, let m-"
"How the fuck is he even allowed to do that?!"
"Mister-"
"I swear to God, I will fucking sue every-"
"Security!"
Miss Kang's final string of patience officially broke as she called out for one of the men on the side to step in. They acted quickly as two rushed up to each side of Chanyeol's big form which had made its way to the middle of the courtroom, getting dangerously close to the judge.
"You can't do-"
"I can, and I did," she simply told him, making him shut his mouth immediately before she quickly continued, putting her glasses back on as she read out loud. "Mister Park, I will see you again in five days as you will be facing twelve charges of sexual harassment, four charges of sexual assault, forgery of state-protected documents, as well as��now contempt of court." She sent a smile his way. "We will speak again. Get him out of my courtroom." Before he was pushed out of the room through a door on the left wall.
Only then were you able to realise what had just happened. You could feel everyone take in a deep breath as soon as he had left the courtroom.
"What... what just happened?" Jihoon hushed underneath his breath, his hands placed on the top of his table as he glanced around the room.
"Well," the judge smiled into the crowd. "Each day, you experience something new." She paused for a second before continuing. "May the defendant please rise."
Still slightly out of it, you felt Wonwoo's tug by your elbow, pushing you to stand up. You joined the other three, staring straight ahead as Miss Kang spoke to you.
"With immediate effect, you are acquitted as the lawsuit of theft and forgery filed by Exodus Entertainment has been dropped." She glanced up from her notes to smile at you. "You are excused. Congratulations."
What was she congratulating for? You didn't win...
You didn't lose, but yet you didn't win... at least it didn't feel like you did. This was the end. The end of it all. Why didn't it feel like it?
You must've overheard Jihoon thanking the judge as you were suddenly escorted out of the room, your bag not even on your shoulder, but in Wonwoo's grip as you left the room altogether. Each bench you passed, and even walking through the doors, back into the hallway could almost be described as a fever dream. The sudden turn of tables and twist of fate felt too good to be true and too much for your own body to handle. It didn't feel right.
"What the fuck was that?!" Wonwoo immediately exclaimed the second you had left the room. "What just happened?!"
Jihoon raised his hands in defence, just as speechless as everyone else. "I- I wish I could tell you."
"What was that move from Yoon?" Mingyu interjected, only getting shrugs in return. "So did he mean what he said?" Another round of shrugs.
A nudge on your arm brought you back. "Hey, you okay?" It was Jihoon. You nodded.
"What the hell happened?" You could only repeat what everyone else was also thinking. "Wh-" You stopped yourself as you were still pretty much unable to form full sentences.
Each one of you had their eyes on different corners of the hallway. Mingyu was focused on the wall, his hand continuously running through his hair. Wonwoo had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he walked up and down a short distance along the side. And Jihoon had chosen to sit down, his head in his hand as he took deep and clear breaths in. You were leaning against the wall, eyes switching between each person while you still tried to find the grasp on reality again.
"From my understanding now," the lawyer started. "Jeonghan turned his back on them... I guess... he maybe wasn't lying in the first place?"
"That's impossible," you scoffed.
"Why?" Jihoon wondered.
You shrugged. "Because that's not who he is."
"Is that what you think of me," your cousin's familiar voice made you turn to the side, taking a step back instantly to create a bigger distance between you two. He shook his head with a chuckle. "I know we've never been on good terms, but God... I wouldn't wish stuff like that upon my worst enemy. Why would I celebrate it happening to my cousin?"
"I'm not saying you celebrated it," you stated.
"Alright," he took a step to the side. "And I'm not going to support a fucking asshole as stupid as him." He found your eyes. "I meant what I said. I'm sorry." Maybe one day you'll be able to believe that he's not the total asshole you had always thought he was. Maybe. Just maybe.
He turned around, bowing his head to each one of you before making his way down the hall, leaving the hell of a building in the past.
"Jeonghan!" You stopped him by the call his name, making him turn around. You pushed yourself forward, stopping right next to Wonwoo.
"Thank you." It may not have been much, but at that point in time, it was all you could've given him.
A smile and a nod later your cousin vanished out the doors, the group of journalists you had already forgotten about immediately swarmed him, leaving almost no room to breathe.
It wasn't a lot, but it was a start. A slow one, but a start. With the memory of the past still in the back of your hand, you were able to thank him for what he had done, but that was about it for now. Yes, there was no deeper reason as to why he had done what he did, at least that from where you stood, but the past would still haunt you for quite a while. A past you no longer had to share with the devil himself though. He was brought to justice. You did it. Not you alone, you were very well aware of that. You saw what a group of united people could do. You watched justice get served. The right decisions were made.
"Well then," Wonwoo sighed out loud. "What does that mean for us now?" The question was clearly directed at Jihoon who had made his way to stop in front of you.
He shrugged. "There's still definitely a lot of paperwork due. All the claims were dropped, but I'm gonna make sure there's no involvement of any of you in his future charges, especially with Y/N." You thanked him with a nod. "But for now," he took a deep breath as his lips curled. "I'd say we did it."
"Why doesn't it feel as satisfying as it should be?" Mingyu suddenly wondered as he showed up on your left.
"Once you see him on TV being escorted behind bars, you'll feel it," the lawyer assured him, getting a chuckle from each of you in return.
"Alright," the older CEO clapped his hands after handing you back your over-the-shoulder bag. His eyes travelled to Mingyu, glancing at him over your head.
"Drinks?" The younger one threw into the room, getting a groan of satisfaction from Jihoon in return.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Shocking you with his choice of words.
You chuckled at the reaction that followed from the others, watching the pep in his step with amusement.
A hand on your shoulder made you look up to your right. The usual so cold eyes, suddenly turned warm, were already looking at you.
"Drinks?" His voice in his usual depth, sent a wave of warmth into your cheeks.
You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the smile on your face. A faint thought erupted from the depths of your memory. Something you had almost dared to forget.
"There's one more thing I'd like to do."
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Un doublé ici de Bob Bouette!
C'est le même tableau que celui publié sur Instagram mais viré à l'envers.
Ou c'est l'inverse!
En fait, c'est le Bob Bouette 240 (billet précédent) avec transformations infographiques.
Symétrie monochrome renversée.
Le Bob Bouette 240 devient ainsi une source de sampling mais garde son statut de réalisation artistique.
Titre: Bob Bouette comme Georg Baselitz mais 10 fois plus beau!
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Bob Bouette, avez-vous quelque chose à ajouter?
Moé, la peinture de singe Baselitz, ça passe pas!
Reprendre une recette sentimentale de Emil Nolde qui date de cent ans pis virer ça à l'envers en ajoutant un ''iste'' pour faire plus vendeur, c'est pas fort.
Une idée semblable, ça vaut 10 tableaux max!
C'est en faire une valeur spéculative élevée qui me dépasse.
L'incompétence est pas une qualité.
On repassera pour le savoir faire pis y a pas de forme d'intelligence notable, détectée dans ce genre de réalisations!
Peinture de singe!
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Y parait que Baselitz...
... avant de faire des tableaux à l'envers, ben y faisait des tableaux à l'endroit!
Oui oui!
Mais c'est une rumeur!
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Donner avec intelligence, est une forme d'amour autre que les sentimentalités avec le mot ''amour'' écrit partout qui sont souvent un masque tout usage très utile pour des intérêts personnels en tout genre.
Sur terre, il y a la guerre et dans la station spatiale, Russes et USA sont des collaborateurs.
La haine est le revers de la même médaille amour.
La raison a son revers aussi avec la folie mais au moins avec la folie, la raison des autres aide pour y voir clair!
Pas avec la haine!
La haine en a rien à foutre de l'argumentaire, le litige se règle avec des morts ou des claques.
''L'amour, c'est la haine!''' (1984 Georges Orwell)
Ça va dans le même sens que l'imagerie de la wave, écrite aileurs.
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Wow Bob Bouette!
Vous devenez volubile tout à coup!
Vous en avez dit plus que moi!
C'est le monde à l'envers!
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Ben c'est ça
C'est moé Bob Bouette!
MG
Actualités miniatures
26 février
Un one shot sans montage ici!
Dans les profils, d'autres y vont aussi pour leurs archives de coups de coeurs! Rory Gallagher au Rockpalast allemand à Wiesbaden en 1979.
Ou comment ré inventer des rifts x fois repris avec un jeu de guitare dingue!
+ Le Claypool Lennon Delirium ou cet hommage à Mark Lanegan.
Dites-vous que pour moi aussi parfois vos liens sont pas toujours évidents comme pour ces exemples car c'est pas que ça m'intéresse pas mais plus que c'est de l'underground totalement inconnu de moi un peu comme mon archive Klaus Schulze (1977) sur FB, pour un cultivateur mexicain!
...vibes de Manson jamais très loin...
Tranchons!
Suis un fan déclaré et assumé de Rammstein mais dans l'art de Manson entre autre, ce qui m'impressionne, c'est que dans ses photos, on dirait que c'est le model qui est le photographe.
Jésus ou Manson... comme 2 clans qui suivent un livre d'instructions de cultes ou idéologies. Pour le jugement, on repassera. C'est comme une partie du comportement humain qui veut pas voir l'autre partie dans les 2 cas.
Une croix dans un sens ou dans l'autre, c'est des croix de cultes!
Mondrian aussi, c'est une croix mais tu y donnes le sens que tu veux!
I'm a bad guy! blablabla
Je me demande pas ça moi si je suis un bon gars ou un mauvais. C'est même pas un objectif d'être un bon ou un méchant.
Mes questionnements sont autres. Le trop ou le pas assez par exemple ou tenter de comprendre ce qu'est l'imagination.
Le principe des surréalistes avec les possibilités de l'ordi dévoile un spectre de possibilités très large qui occupe toute la place. Il en reste peu pour autre chose du genre suis un bon ou un méchant.
Pis si le méchant, c'est un Dexter, c'est pas ben grave...faut relativiser aussi dans la vie.
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Le libre arbitre est en cause pour le bon comme son contraire. Juste que pour exprimer ou extérioriser le négatif, y a pas juste la bêtise comme moyen!
Et même avec ces remarques, je note pareil les bons points quand y en a.
C'est l'esprit critique.
Comme la bêtise, l'esprit critique et une chose qui s'enseigne.
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Parlons design!
C'est quoi cette décision de valider une machine grosse comme un réfrigérateur avec 4 niveaux de sous menus dans des termes imprécis, pour te donner un ticket de métro?
Réponse: Une décision d'épais!
In gros piton vert pour cette option quand on est conscient de la hiérarchie des priorités dans les fonctions d'un design.
Et comble d'efficacité, tu écris ''Ticket'' en haut du gros piton vert!
Pour une utilisation mensuelle, ça peut se justifier mais pas pour une utilisation quotidienne pour un passage seulement. Ceux qui payent cash sont occasionnels, donc pas le temps de niaiser avec un mode d'emploie.
C'est de mettre au même niveau 2 types d'utilisations, l'erreur de cégépien de calibre moyen qui a pas encore compris l'utilité du pictogramme quand on communique avec une clientèle si diversifiée.
Tu donnes le cach et t'as un ticket. C'est ce que un humain faisait. Avec la machine, il y a une perte de temps évidente.
Ça a pas de sens!
Payer pour avoir moins!
C'est le monde l'envers!
Tu vas devoir traduire tes instructions de merde, pour les touristes en plus.
À ce concept d'enfer du piton vert, on joute une petite fenêtre ''runing lights messages'' discrète mais lumineuse pour météo, heure etc ...
...et tu inaugures ton incroyable invention avec ce message ''Tikets non genrés'' ... le temps que les médias s'en rendent compte!
Une pub en plus comme fonction!
Pour un léger supplément, des ticket halals seront proposés très bientôt!
Je fais un Frédéric Metz de moi-même pour cette remarque!
Sauf les dernières lignes!
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Kiev
Le cirque de Rome version 2022 avec la mort en direct.
Des morts qui se transforment en argent pour les médias ou Twitter... ou les marchands d'armes ou ...
Le moteur à explosions qui fait avancer le monde comme je dis dans le texte de mon site web personnel.
Suivre les liens pour les transactions d'armes ...
Twitter est aussi une arme!
Le Canada offre des armes...oups!
"La guerre, un massacre de gens qui ne se connaissent pas, au profit de gens qui se connaissent mais ne se massacrent pas."
Paul Valéry
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Un paramètre nouveau dans ce décor médiatique apocalyptique, c'est qu'une partie des scènes d'explosions vues, j'arriverais à en produire une équivalence en images de synthèse.
Je ne suis pas l'inventeur de la propagande.
Dans une anthologie SF, y a une histoire sur un type interné avec son psy...doc on dirait qu'on fabrique des décors autour de moi...non, non, restez lucide, c'est faux, c'est à vous de jouer, échec au roi...puis à la fin de l'histoire ça dit... vite l'autre décor, y s'en vient par ici!
Je vis sur la terre.
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Je sais bien que c'est plus complexe que ça, un conflit armée mais une constante demeure et c'est une quête de l'énergie.
Un point autre que l'idéologique.
Et pour du gaspillage d'énergie, les exemples y en plein.
A+B ça me donne une guerre au nom du gaspillage si y en pas assez et y en faut plus.
Un peu de démagogique semi réaliste!
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La haine génère une somme d'énergie considérable, c'est un fait. L'hydro électricité aussi! Transposition d'une forme d'énergie dans une autre. Transposer l'énergie de la haine dans autre chose que des carnages est aussi une option.
Ce processus est familier pour moi. Je transpose chaque fois que je fais une création. Pour d'autres, c'est loin d'être évident.
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Sur le géopolitique, de ce que j'en sais, 2 vulgarisations donnent une explication.
Une vidéo montrant une petite fille malicieuse qui reçoit une pantoufle d'une silhouette derrière elle, puis elle se précipite sur un monsieur qui dort pour y en crisser un coup sur la tête. El monsieur est ben fâché, se lève et terrorise la tite fille!
Traduction!
Quand il y a eu l'affaire des missiles Russes à Cuba, s'en était trop pour les USA. Il y a eu confrontation. Maintenant, l'Ukraine qui n'est pas membre de l'Otan, permet des entrés élevées de matériel militaire sur son territoire qui est aux portes de la Russie.
El monsieur qui dormait est ben fâché et terrorise la tite fille!
Donc, c'est le même litige que pour Cuba mais à l'envers!
De ce que j'en sais!
Contredit par La presse qui est une source dont la raison d'être est le profit.
Ode au gaspillage et à l'incompétence qui génère le gaspillage, célébrés dans le sang, c'est ma version.
En même temps, un point géostratégique devient pas chaud pour rien sans qu'il y ait des raisons militaires impliquées dans la cause.
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Délires de Poutine!
Comme si l'autre camps était pas cinglé!
Les 2 camps sont cinglés!
L'impérialisme USA tue autrement mais c'est aussi saignant!
Faire le gentil et causer des catastrophes écologiques ou sociales par manque de jugement ou faire le méchant et faire ressortir les travers et casser un beat malsain, y a du sale dans les 2.
Je suis avantagé par celui qui vole le rôle du gentil mais je vais pas enlever mes bémols pour ça.
Il y a toujours ma pub Sanivac pour la partisannerie.
Voir ce qui arrive et tenter de comprendre selon mon raisonnement.
C'est une réaction à quoi, cette action de la Russie?
On focus pas trop là dessus quand on vend de la victimisation.
MG
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Christ, Roi de l'Univers
Lectures : Ezéchiel XXXIV, 11-17 I Co XV, 20-28 Mt XXV, 31-46
Au nom du Père, et du Fils, et du Saint-Esprit
Cher(e)s sœurs et frères en Christ
Le texte du prophète Ezéchiel nous parle du berger qui veille sur son troupeau, comme un roi qui veille sur son peuple. Ce bon pasteur est l'image de Dieu, Roi de l'Univers qui veille sur les Hommes. Et, pour les pères de l'Eglise, il préfigure également le Christ, Dieu fait homme, qui vient au milieu de ses brebis pour les rassembler et en prendre soin. Dans sa grande bonté et sa grande miséricorde, Il protège les unes, guérit les autres et part à la recherche de l'égarée, faisant régner la justice entre elles.
Si la mort est venue dans le monde par un homme, Adam, qui s'est écarté de la Parole de Dieu, le Christ, Dieu fait homme et « Nouvel Adam », vient restaurer l'Homme,Adam et Eve, toute l'humanité, dans sa dignité. Dieu, par Amour pour l'Homme, se fait petit enfant et naît dans une crèche. Et, pour témoigner de la grandeur de Son Amour envers les Hommes, Il va jusqu'à accepter de mourir sur la croix.
Et, « Prémices de ceux qui se sont endormis, Premier-Né d'entre les morts, Il ouvre à toute chair la voie de la Résurrection (car il n'était pas possible que le Principe de la Vie fut dominé par la corruption) » (extrait de la liturgie de Saint Basile que les orthodoxes célèbrent particulièrement la veille de la Nativité de Notre Seigneur Dieu et Sauveur Jésus-Christ et pendant le Grand Carême de Pâques).
Pourquoi je me permets cette évocation de la fête de Pâques ? Et bien, nous entrons dans ce temps de préparation à la fête de la Nativité du Christ et, ces fêtes : la Nativité, Pâques, ainsi que la Théophanie (le Baptême du Christ) ont toujours été, dès le début de la chrétienté, intiment liées. Beaucoup de textes lus durant les temps liturgiques de ces fêtes le montrent. En effet, elles concentrent le sens de la mission du Christ.
Par sa mort sur la Croix, le Christ descend dans l'Hadès et relève L'Homme, Adam et Eve, du tombeau (comme cela est représenté sur l'icône de la Résurrection) pour lui accorder la Vie Éternelle !
L'apôtre Paul insiste bien sur la résurrection du Christ, fondement de notre foi. Lorsque le Christ viendra à la fin des temps, Il viendra « juger les vivants et les morts, et son Règne n'aura pas de fin ». (extrait du Credo). Le Christ se manifestera dans sa Gloire, Roi de l'Univers, dans la plénitude de Dieu. Le Christ restaure ainsi l'Homme dans son sacerdoce royal et Dieu, Roi de toutes choses, est glorifié dans sa Royauté.
Voici donc ce que nous dit le Christ dans le passage de l'évangile de Matthieu de ce jour : « Quand le Fils de l'homme viendra dans sa gloire, accompagné de tous les anges, alors il siégera sur son trône de gloire… ». Il évoque ensuite ce que sera le jugement dernier à la fin des temps, lors de la Parousie, en reprenant presque mot pour mot le texte du prophète Ezéchiel de ce jour. Cette lecture de l'Évangile est, bien sûr une parabole mais elle garde son actualité jusqu'à la fin des temps. Et nous sommes tous concernés constamment par ces paroles de Jugement. Le Christ vient ici nous interpeller directement, personnellement pourrait-on dire. Car le Christ nous rencontre dans notre quotidien, dans le ”banal ” de notre existence. Mais, c'est dans ce ”banal” que se trouve le fondement de notre vie chrétienne. En effet, rappelons-nous la réponse du Christ aux pharisiens qui lui posaient la question : « Quel est le plus grand commandement de la Loi ? ». Jésus leur répond : « Tu aimeras le Seigneur ton Dieu de toute ton âme et de tout ton esprit », en y ajoutant le second commandement : « Tu aimeras ton prochain comme toi-même ». Et il conclut : « A ces deux commandements se rattache toute la Loi, ainsi que les Prophètes ». (Mt XXII, 34-40). Cette parabole donc, est non seulement un enseignement sur le jugement de tous, la condamnation des pécheurs et la béatification des justes, mais aussi un rappel que, dans ce jugement, c'est l'Amour qui est essentiel.
Comme le rappelait le père Boris Bobrinskoy (un prêtre orthodoxe à Paris récemment décédé) dans une homélie sur cet évangile : « Dans l'histoire de la Chrétienté, cette parabole a pu peser très lourdement sur la conscience des chrétiens, mais aussi sur la conscience populaire, voire l'inconscient collectif. Et il en a souvent émané l'image menaçante d'un Dieu qui juge avec rigueur et qui sanctionne avec sévérité. » Le père Boris nous invite à écarter cette image regrettable de Dieu et à pénétrer plus en profondeur dans cette parabole, et à porter notre attention sur ce mystère de l'identité du Christ avec les pauvres, les malheureux, les laissés-pour-compte : « Toutes les fois que vous avez fait ces choses à l'un de ces plus petits de mes frères, c'est à moi que vous l'avez fait ! ». (Mt XXV, 40)
Le message semble clair : au jour du Jugement il nous sera demandé compte d'une chose et d'une seule : de notre amour les uns pour les autres. Il semble n'y avoir aucune ambiguïté dans les paroles du Christ, comme il n'y a pas d'ambiguïté dans celles de l'Apôtre Paul (I Co XIII, 2-3) : « …S'il me manque l'amour, je ne suis rien. Distribuerais-je tous mes biens aux affamés, livrerais-je mon corps aux flammes, s'il me manque l'amour, cela ne me sert de rien ».
Devant de telles paroles notre espérance défaille et, comme les disciples, nous sommes prêts à dire : « Mais alors, qui peut être sauvé ? » (Mc X, 26 ; Lc XVIII, 26). C'est bien sous l'angle de l'amour que nous trouvons la réponse.
Si nous laissons l'Esprit-Saint illuminer notre cœur, et si c'est à la lumière de l'Esprit que nous tournons notre regard vers ces pauvres, ces laissés-pour-compte, alors notre œil deviendra capable de discerner le visage meurtri du Christ.
C'est en effet la présence en nous de l'Esprit-Saint qui nous ouvre à l'amour du prochain, qui ouvre nos yeux à ses souffrances, ses besoins et nous pousse à agir pour lui. « J'ai eu faim et vous m'avez donner à manger ; soif et vous m'avez donné à boire. J'étais un étranger et vous m'avez accueilli ; nu et vous m'avez vêtu ; malade et vous m'avez visité ; prisonnier et vous êtes venus me voir ».
Ne trouvez-vous pas que ces paroles résonnent particulièrement fortement aujourd'hui, dans notre monde égoïste ou chacun à tendance à se replier sur soi-même, recherchant principalement son confort ? Dans ce temps de crises (crise sanitaire, crise humanitaire, crise écologique, conflits de part le monde…) que nous vivons actuellement, l'être humain est capable du meilleur comme du pire. Nous voyons des élans de solidarité mais aussi des déchaînements de haine. Et nous, chrétiens, quel visage montrons-nous ? Quel témoignage portons-nous ?
Le Christ nous a indiqué le chemin à suivre. Il nous a rappelé la grandeur de l'Amour de Dieu envers toute l'humanité. Ce Dieu de Gloire s'est abaissé jusqu'à nous en se faisant petit enfant. Il a pris notre condition humaine et a préféré verser son sang sur la Croix plutôt que faire couler le sang des hommes, tout en demandant à son Père de pardonner à ceux qui le crucifiaient ! Pour être en mesure de le suivre, de jour en jour, il nous faut veiller à offrir notre cœur et nos yeux à l'action de l'Esprit-Saint.
L'Évangile d'aujourd'hui nous apprend que notre souffrance après la mort, si nous devions être bannis du Royaume de Dieu, sera d'être éloigné de Dieu. Alors, que chacun d'entre nous médite les paroles du Christ de cet évangile, pour trouver la réponse à cette question : que me faut-il encore faire pour que l'Amour de Dieu agisse en moi envers mon prochain, et pour participer au Royaume du Christ, Roi de l'Univers ?
Amen
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Titre : Alpha & Oméga
Auteur : Gilles Milo-Vaceri
Pages : 227
Résumé : Lorsque Marco Stenzza, champion de Taekwondo, apprend que sa mère est sur le point de mourir, il est déjà trop tard. Cependant, en vidant l’appartement de la défunte, il a la surprise de trouver une convocation chez un notaire. C’est ainsi que Marco se découvre co-héritier d’une maison avec la jolie Aurélia Massard d’Espan, cadette d’une noble et riche famille.Dès qu’il la voit, il tombe fou amoureux d’elle. Hélas, la jeune femme est déjà fiancée à un Prince libanais. Quand Hugo, le père de la belle héritière, le recrute comme garde du corps, Marco n’est pas au bout de ses surprises. Entre amour et haine, il ignore que cette rencontre qui ne doit rien au hasard lui fera vivre des aventures explosives, au péril de sa vie.Une romance pleine de suspense et de rebondissements qui vous entraînera au bout du monde.
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Ma note : 7/10
Mon avis : Très jolie histoire romantique entre une jeune femme de la haute société et d'un jeune homme du petit peuple. Une belle intrigue bien menée. Des personnages riches avec de la personnalité. Lecture fluide. A lire sans hésiter.
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Ressentiments et fausses symétries : féminisme comme racisme.
Eh oui car « sororité » n’étant pas un véritable symétrique de « fraternité », ce qu’il y a à comprendre ici c’est que seule une femme peut être secourable à une autre femme ! Lorsque c’est le FN qui proclame la « nécessité » de l’entre-soi c’est de la haine (vrai), lorsque c’est le féminisme c’est « juste cause » (qu’en pensez-vous ? d’ailleurs « féminisme » n’est pas identique à « anti-sexisme », ni similaire à « anti-racisme » et ce n’est pas pour rien... c’est pour permettre le sexisme (racisme) au nom d’un « anti-sexisme » purement théorique. Maintenant allez discuter avec des féministes x ou y et ils vous assureront que « féminisme » est juste un autre mot pour « anti-sexisme » !
Par ailleurs on prétend de-ci de-là que « le » marxisme est féministe ce qui est une pure invention post-moderne des révisos issus de la LCR & Co et autres néo-stals du PC ! Ce genre de sucrerie acidulée appartient traditionnellement à la « gauche » (très) modérée qui réprima la commune avec une violence inouïe ! Ce truc qui attise la haine ne fait que servir et attiser la violence qu’il dénonce, ce qui lui permet d’indéfiniment justifier son occupation avec une hypocrisie sans pareille.
Des féministes ont préparé ce qui se passe aujourd’hui sans doute de longue date, en prenant de plus en plus de contrôle au sein des divers organisations « de gauche » et autres « anarchistes » au détriment des ouvrières et étudiantes qui se sont fait berner car le féminisme est l’allié du pouvoir et du capitalisme, qui n’en peut plus de dénoncer les « violences contre « les » femmes » (oui il vaut mieux préciser car la violence de classe elle n’est plus dénoncée par personne, et le féminisme progresse en proportion inverse de la lutte des classes, son but étant de la rendre obsolète). De nombreuses et sympathiques « féministes » de ‘68 qui aspiraient à la simple liberté, à la possibilité de choisir leur destin, leur plaisir et amour (et qui ont su se faire entendre !) étaient en fait des anti-sexistes chapeautées par les féministes aux « théories » bidons, simplistes, et fumeuses, qui aiment le fric, le pouvoir personnel et les crétins à tendance réac, et même couvrent les abus de l’église contre les enfants (il y a pourtant aussi des fillettes abusées, puisqu’il faut être d’un certain genre pour les « émouvoir »...) en n’en parlant jamais. Même les spectaculaires femens n’ont jamais eu un mot pour dénoncer ces pratiques du clergé.
Par ailleurs n’est-il pas inouï qu’un terme tel que « féminicide » (notons au passage qu’ « hominicide » n’existe pas, comme si la misandrie ne pouvait jamais mener au meurtre (??)) qui est censé signifier un meurtre de femme en raison de son genre soit finalement utilisé par les « anti-féminicides » à tort et à travers pour désigner tout meurtre de (incluant des) femme(s), ils présentent les choses ainsi sur leurs affiches : une simple énumération de meurtres de femmes par des hommes au nom de la dénonciation du féminicide. Il est question que la justice inclue le féminicide dans la loi, mais pas l’hominicide-qui-n’existe-pas. On se rapproche donc là d’une logique raciste, faisant de l’homme victime de misandrie au point d’en être tué, au prétexte d��être minoritaire (il y a de toute façon moins de meurtre d’hommes par des femmes que l’inverse certes, le rapport de force y étant sans doute pour beaucoup), un être superflu qui ne mérite pas le même traîtement que dans le cas symétrique. La notion de violence en raison d’un caractère hérité ou choisi ne devrait-elle pas être suffisante ? Pourquoi cette manie différentialiste tant à la mode aujourd’hui, la justice ne se doit-elle pas de se priver de tout subjectivisme pour être fondée simplement dans des principes ? Si par exemple on prouve statistiquement que les immigrés sont plus souvent voleurs que les autochtones (ce qui est possible mais je ne l’affirme pas, mais ça serait logique bien sûr, leur survie étant moins facilement assurée) sera-t’il pour autant juste de punir leurs vols plus durement ? Tous les gens censés et non racistes vous assureront que non bien sûr, il ne peut en être question. Mais parmi ces gens on en trouvera beaucoup qui pensent qu’il est justifié de faire un cas particulier des abus en tous genres commis par des hommes contre des femmes (rappelons Sarkozy et ses lois « spécifisantes », qui, et là ça devient comique, à été critiqué, largement par la « gauche » (dont le féminisme est largement issu) pour avoir osé la notion de « discrimination positive » au « profit » d’immigrés, tout le monde semble l’avoir oublié aujourd’hui).
Personne n’a vraiment intérêt à la discrimination « positive » !
A bas le capitalisme et ses basses manœuvres fascistoïdes pour diviser la classe ouvrière !
Développement mondial des coopératives, qui concurrenceront les entreprises capitalistes au point de les rendre obsolètes !
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