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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Too Much | Cho Seungyoun

Request:

can i request a smutty oneshot where the reader is ceo!seungyoun’s gf and after a couple days of him coming home late/not coming him at all because he’s overworking himself, she goes to his office herself (all dressed up 👀) to try and help him unwind/relax? basically him fucking his gf over a desk lmao, hope this is okay!

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader.

↬ Genre: Smut, bit of fluffy ending.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, dom!Seungyoun, dirty talking, slight degradation, semi-exhibitionism, oral sex (blowjob), very slight bondage, fingering, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 3.8k.

↬ Song Recommendation: “Too Much” by Loco ft. Dean.

The sun coming down reflected on your windshield as you drove your car, turning right before seeing your destination come in sight. The building stood tall, somehow looking threatening and making you doubt whether you really were going to follow through your plan. It wasn’t a hurried decision considering that you had been trying to gather the courage to do it since quite a few weeks after noticing the pattern your boyfriend had started to create, but it was also your first time visiting him at work. Taking a deep breath, you parked the car, your fingers turning white as you held the steering wheel tightly, comforting you a bit before you got out.

A slight breeze sent shivers down your spine, the cold air impacting mainly on your exposed legs. Your eyes travelled down examining your outfit, wondering if it was fancy enough; as the CEO’s girlfriend, you couldn’t just show up in any clothes. The mid-thigh skirt wasn’t doing much to protect you against the weather, although it would have been much worse without the thin dark stockings underneath it. You ironed the white shirt with your fingers and fixed your coat while walking towards the entrance, the sound of your high heels resonating on the empty street.

Pushing through the heavy glass door, a man behind the welcoming desk smiled at you kindly but without saying a word, waiting for you to initiate the conversation, which was rather odd… wasn’t that supposed to work the other way? Without giving it much thought, you proceeded to ask in a low voice.

“Excuse me… I have come to meet the CEO, Cho Seungyoun.”

The man nodded, as if he expected it, and asked in a condescending tone: “Do you have an appointment?”

“Ah, no, but I–” He waited no time in interrupting you.

“Then I’m afraid you can’t see him now. If you call to this number,” he scribbled down in a card, handing it to you, the tactic being too obvious as you saw what was probably his name on it, “you can arrange a meeting.”

Smiling as sweetly as you could, you declined his offer. “I’m his girlfriend.”

You could see the blush on his face as his eyes opened wide, starting to stutter as he pointed out the way indicating which floor you had to go to, much more polite than at the beginning. It was fun to see the immediate change without even confirming whether it was true, the thought of the employee trembling at the fact making you wonder just how strict of a boss was Seungyoun.

Waiting for the elevator you could feel eyes on you, turning away whenever you tried to catch who they belonged to. As you heard a few people muttering, you noticed that other’s women outfits weren’t as sophisticated as you were, rather using full suits instead of skirts and blazers on top of their shirts. You started to feel slightly embarrassed, focusing on the numbers changing as the elevator went up, your hands quickly closing the long coat as a way to protect yourself from the gazes.

After what it seemed to take forever, you got to the floor, hurriedly getting out of the cramped space while examining the whole room to see if you could find your boyfriend’s office. Finally, you noticed a slouched figure behind one of the glass walls, a sudden relief washing over your body as you recognized Seungyoun working on his office, sitting behind his desk as he seemed to study the papers in front of him. Nodding to some of the workers you passed by, you opened the door, careful to not disturb him as you got in.

“Have you finally brought the right papers? Also, ask everyone to stop sending messages through the work chat, I can see them, and what are they all being so loud for? Who came? I haven’t authorized anyone to pass.” His tone was completely serious as he rearranged some of the papers on the desk, almost throwing one of the folders to you as he looked up to his screen to check something. “The numbers are wrong, ask the statistic office to check them at least once.”

It was hard to hold back your giggle. “Would be nice if you looked up every now and then, your employees will hate you otherwise.”

Right when you started the sentence, his eyes shoot up, a smile spreading on his face as he stood up and walked around the dark wood table to hug you.

“What are you doing here? I thought you would be at home…”

Pouting, you played with the collar of his shirt. “Well, you have been working way too much… and since it’s impossible to make you take one free day, I thought of coming here.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning to press a kiss against his sleep thankful that he was covering you from anyone spying.

“I know, it’s just that the deadline is close and everything must be perfect, plus we started a new deal with another business.” It was fun to see the contrast between his boss-self and the Seungyoun you were so familiar with, especially as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I need to finish some work now, would you mind to wait for a bit? We can go have dinner to some fancy place afterwards.”

There wasn’t much you could do now and he was being too kind considering you came without prior notice too. You nodded, not without slapping his butt as he turned around to go back to his seat. While you heard the incessant typing, you walked around, staring at the multiple diplomas and degrees on the walls. On one of the shelves, there were all the awards that the agency had won next to pictures of Seungyoun with numerous renowned business men. It had been barely a year since you two had started dating, but by now you had noticed he wasn’t too keen on talking about his work, which was a bit surprising seeing just how big part of his life it had become. When you asked him about it, he simply said it was because he preferred to keep both separated and focus on relaxing while at home and you hadn’t pressed much on it.

After a few minutes, you took of your coat and sat down on the sofa, grabbing one of the magazines that was on the coffee table without paying much attention to it. Instead, you preferred to watch Seungyoun working: the way his hair was slicked back, his tie slightly loose since he pulled on it whenever he got stressed, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled showing the shiny wrist watch that blinded you each time he angled it in a particular way and one of your favorite tattoos of him, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose sliding a bit and his hand quickly putting them back in place, how he nibbled on his bottom lip, the soft grunt he would let out when something in the screen wasn’t going the way he wanted… You knew he was having a hard time, but he was also looking extremely hot while doing it so, to the point where you couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Is that article so interesting?” His question interrupted your thoughts, causing you to blink a few times and he smirked. “You have been drooling for quite a while…”

You let out a breathy laugh and got up to walk next to him, hugging him from behind and resting your head on the crook of his neck. “Is there a lot left?”

He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “Almost done.”

“Hmm… You are pretty tense.” Your hands slid down his chest, barely grazing his belt. “Want me to help you relax a bit?”

Seungyoun sighed, grasping your wrist right before it got to his groin. “I’m at work, princess.”

“And?” You pressed your lips against his neck, lightly nibbling on the skin before licking a stripe, his head falling to a side to allow you reach more. “If I get under the desk, it should be fine, right? You deserve it, you have been working so hard…”

Before he could even form an answer, you took a peak outside the office only to notice almost everyone had gone by now and dropped to your knees, quickly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, palming him over his underwear earning a groan from him. Maybe it was the rush of being caught what turned him on so much because in just a few minutes he was hard, his length twitching under the fabric.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.” His tone was commanding, eyes piercing as he looked down on you, the new side of him making you wet. “Be a good girl and suck me off, hm?”

Unable to form any kind of reply that didn’t expose just how much power his words had over your whole self, you decided to follow his order. Hooking your fingers on the tight band of his underwear, you pulled it down enough to free him, his head thrown back as you slid your tongue on his shaft covering it up with your saliva. With a wicked smile, you teased the tip of his cock, already tasting the precum forming on the tiny slit. His head rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to take him in your mouth, shutting his eyes closed as he felt your lips wrapping around his member.

Right as you were about to begin bobbing your head, the door of the office opened, the sound of steps getting closer to the desk stopping you dead on your tracks. You looked up, trying to get some kind of indication on what to do from your boyfriend but he was completely ignoring you, his gaze fixed on the person before him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Miss Lee?”

“Ah, yes, here are the files you asked for, Sir.” You could feel a hesitant tone on her voice and you wondered if she was the woman that Seungyoun was waiting for when you had entered his office earlier.

“Thank you.” Realizing that the woman hadn’t left, Seungyoun continued. “Anything else?”

“W-well, you see… Some of the other employees were going to have a drinking meet up to celebrate the stocks going up, a-and… I was wondering if you would like to c-come…” You rolled your eyes at the obvious excuse to flirt with him, but what annoyed you the most was how much time your boyfriend was taking to decline the offer so you could continue, so you engulfed more of his length into your mouth and heard his fist impact on the desk, scaring you and his secretary, apparently. “A-are you feeling well, Sir?”

“Yes, it’s nothing, sorry, thought there was… something…” His voice sounded strained, so you swirled your tongue and pressed lightly on the underside of his tip.

“I see… T-then, will you come with us to celebrate?”

Just as a reminder, you went all the way, holding back a gag when you felt him hit the back of your throat, causing him to clear his own. “No, I’m sorry, but I have plans with my girlfriend tonight.” Pleased with his answer, you were about to pull out until his hand forced you to stay in place.

“Oh… I will get going then. Have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, you hurriedly tapped on his thigh and he put his hand away allowing you to pull his dick out of your mouth as you coughed violently, the air hitting your lungs all at once as you tried to dry the tears that had clouded your vision. While you tried to recover, Seungyoun put away all the things on his work station with the most calmed expression, taking his time until he finished and went back to look at you, his thumb wiping the corner of your lips.

“I warned you to not tease me, baby.” He fixed his clothes again before he leaned in and picked you up, placing you on his desk. “Guess I should have expected it seeing the outfit you are wearing. Were you the one to cause all that fuss in the office?” His hand slid up your leg, appreciating the smoothness of the stockings. “I can’t have you wrecking the whole place… or was that what you wanted?”

“N-no…”

His actions made it hard for you to focus on what he was saying, the previous situation had already turned you on beyond any expectation but now it was him acting all confident, teasing you on purpose.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you didn’t want my secretary to listen to those lewd noises you made while choking on my cock?” His fingers slipped under your skirt. “Or have my employees trying to get a sneak peak of your ass?” Seungyoun’s gaze burned, your cheeks hot as he analyzed each of your reactions, smirking at the gasp that left your lips when he cupped your core. “You are dripping wet, sweetheart…”

“Seungyoun, please…”

His fingers kept rubbing you, the friction not being enough, the two layers of fabric, your panties and the stockings, starting to become annoying as you held his hand in place.

“Tsk, no, you didn’t follow my order before, so you don’t get to do what you want.”

Within a second, he slapped your grip, undoing his tie and wrapping it around your wrists, tying them behind your back rather tightly. You could feel the blood burn under your skin, your muscles itching in anticipation and your heart beating faster as you noticed a few lights still on outside the office. What if there was anyone out there? What if you got caught in the act? How was Seungyoun going to explain that and would it have any negative consequences on his position? All the questions dissipated from your mind as you heard a loud ripping noise, looking down to find your boyfriend smiling playfully.

“You- You ripped my stockings?!” For a second, you forgot of the whole scenario, but he made sure to remind you who was in charge in a flash, his fingers making your underwear to a side and feeling up the slit of your pussy.

“They were in the way and this is most discrete than having you fully exposed on my desk, don’t you think?” Your muscles tightened at the suggestion and he raised an eyebrow. “You like that idea? Hmm, who would have thought that my darling could be such a slut…? Wanting to be exhibited…” One of his fingers entered you, Seungyoun purring on your ear as he felt you clenching around it. “What would everyone think? You looked so professional a few hours ago and now you are sprawled and whining for me on my desk.”

The feeling was overwhelming, his breath grazing your skin with each word he said, making you feel hot all over as you fought with the strains that prohibited you touching him. He kept fingering you at a slow pace, loving how you squirmed under his touch, trying to keep your sounds low in case anyone would hear, but when he suddenly inserted another finger, it was impossible to hold back the guttural moan you let out.

“Fuck, Seungyoun, I really can’t take it…”

“Hm? Weren’t you going to help me relax? Maybe you are not the good pet I thought you would be…” You could feel that he was going to pull back, so reuniting each bit of strength you had left, you surrounded him with your legs and pressed him against you.

“Please, please… Use me in any way you want but I beg you to fuck me, I just can’t wait anymore, I need you, Youn, please…” The last few words came out muffled with sobs, the need in your system growing bigger and bigger under his hungry stare.

“You are too much, babygirl, too much for anyone to handle…” His hands unbuttoned your shirt impatiently, sighing when his favorite lacy bra came into view. “Anyone but me.”

His lips crashed against yours in a rough kiss, groaning at his own taste on your mouth as he slipped his tongue in, swallowing all of your whimpers when he took out his cock and buried inside you in one strong thrust. Smoothly, he pushed your shoulders until you felt the cold wood through the thin fabric of your shirt, and Seungyoun would swear he could have come right then at the view: you, laying back on his desk with your hands tied up behind your back, your breasts bouncing each time he rammed into you, your skirt lifting up slightly to show your cunt taking him in with the panties aside and your ripped stockings, some of his precum smeared on the side of your face, your loud whimpers and the wet sound filling the room in evidence of the lustful act you two were doing. It was his biggest fantasy come true, but the real thing was so much better than what he had played on his mind over and over again.

Right as you felt the knot on your stomach tightening up, you saw a shadow cross the glass wall, fear invading you, but when you looked at Seungyoun, his smile was bigger than ever.

“Why are you so quiet now, doll? You suddenly feel shy? I’m their boss anyway.” His high pitched laugh didn’t match the aggressive pace he maintained while moving his hips. “Why don’t you let them hear who you belong to, hm? Who makes you feel this way? Who is in charge of pleasing you?”

You didn’t dare to reply with words, shaking your head multiple times while trying to make him stop somehow, although the way your body reacted to his voice was betraying your true desires.

“C’mon y/n, I know you love this… I can feel your dirty juices spilling, making a mess… Just admit it, baby, you love being fucked raw by me, completely at my mercy and being this vulnerable and exposed… so helpless…” He continued to shove his length into you, his hands holding your hips in place. “Can you let go of your inhibitions for me?”

Shyly, you opened your mouth. “I-It’s… too much…” Your whimper sent shivers down his spine, his cheeks blushing as he got closer to you.

“I know you can and want to take all of me in this pretty, tight hole of yours, my love, you just have to ask.” Seungyoun pressed a few kisses on the valley of your breasts, sucking on the skin and leaving marks. “Give yourself to me, y/n.”

Just like that, your whole body crumbled, your thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you, your mouth letting out a mix of incoherencies along with your boyfriend’s name. A few thrusts later, Seungyoun came as well, the feeling of his sperm filling you making you complain from oversensitivity while he made sure to completely empty inside of you. He stayed like that for a while, holding you before peppering you with small kisses and praising against your skin just how good you had been for him, his hands quickly untying yours. When he got soft, he pulled out, hiding a giggle at the complete mess he had caused before looking for some wipes to clean you and himself a little.

When you composed yourself, you fixed your clothes, still feeling a bit uncomfortable with each movement you made since you could feel some of “Seungyoun” inside of you. Everything seemed to be in order, except for your ripped stockings for the which ones your boyfriend apologized under the promise of buying you even better ones, and while you were trying to comb your hair with your fingers, the criminal got closer, helping you put on your coat before hugging you.

“Do you feel more relaxed now?”

He laughed at your sarcastic question. “Yes, very.” Seungyoun pulled away, holding your face in his hands. “Thank you, really. Wasn’t quite expecting that ending but… It was amazing. You really are a good girl.”

Your whole face got red at the sudden compliment, slapping his arm before you grabbed your purse and got out of the office, still waiting for him outside of it. Carefully, you studied the surroundings, but no one seemed to be at the building, so maybe the shadow you had seen before was just a product of your imagination… or so you hoped.

As you got down on the elevator with Seungyoun tightly holding your hands and discussing where you should go to have dinner, you were greeted with an overall familiar face. The guy that had welcomed you earlier that day, and something told you that the blush on his cheeks wasn’t caused merely because of the incident during your presentation.

“Ah, Hangyul, you are still here?” Seungyoun’s tone was extremely casual, your eyes getting bigger as you realized that they must have been more than just co-workers. “Thought you would have gone out with Miss Lee to celebrate.”

The other man wouldn’t look at you in the eye and furtively avoiding your boyfriend’s stare. “Yeah, I just thought it would be more interesting to stay around here and… do some work…”

It was just for a fraction of a second, but you got to see the rampaging boner that the younger had, although he was desperately trying to cover it with his briefcase. Seungyoun must have noticed, because in a second he was standing in front of you, hiding you from his friend.

“I see. Was it interesting enough?” You suppose the other must have nodded due to the elder’s laugh. “Well done today, hope we can work together on some other opportunity. We will be leaving first, make sure to close properly and handle all unfinished business first hand.”

Immediately after you two left the building, Seungyoun exploded in laughter, making you feel even more embarrassed than before as you reprimanded him for making fun of the poor guy.

“That was too much, Youn! You crossed a line!”

His laughing fit started to calm, sliding an arm behind your back as you started walking to your car. “I was just imitating you, my love.”

The only sound that was heard was the echo of Seungyoun’s whine after you flicked his forehead. Despite his bad puns and silly attitude, he was still the man you had fallen for. A man that was “too much” for anyone, but not for you.

this has no business being so fucking long and I don’t know why I added Gyul at the ending but it just seemed fun and I want to cry so much because writing this made me incredibly horny bye

~Nani

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arckook · 4 years

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around and around - seven

pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader

au: idolverse

warnings: more swearing than ususal

wordcount: 7.5k

description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.

a/n: please listen to falling by harry styles and different by woodz for maximum emotion

“But doesn’t Y/N seem like the kind of person to have their future wedding all planned out?” Jimin asks, smiling over at the younger girl adoringly. “I feel like she knows exactly what she wants.”

“I wish,” you groan, pushing your hair off of your forehead. It’s sticky with sweat- the three of you are sitting outside, and it’s summer. “I only know a few things.”

“Tell us,” Seungyoun says, thinking to himself that he should have offered you a sip of his drink. You’ve already turned to Jimin and nicked some of hers.

You hum, setting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your lips pull into a pout, and you stare up at the umbrella above you, seemingly in thought. “My mom always told me never to date a musician, so I’ll probably follow that. She said they always end up breaking your heart.”

“Ouch,” Jimin laughs. “So never date one of your friends.”

“I know, right?” you reply with a lighthearted giggle. “And… I think my dad would like someone clean-cut. No tattoos and stuff like that. He’s kinda conservative in that way. Oh, and there’s one thing for sure.”

“Let me guess,” Jimin leans back, pointing knowingly. “Rich.”

You laugh.

Seungyoun always thinks you’re prettiest when you’re laughing.

“Nah, not rich,” you wave your hand, still grinning. “But like… kinda has their shit together, you know? I mean, to a degree, but. You know what I mean.”

“I do, I do,” Jimin nods. She looks to Seungyoun, lifting her chin. “So, Youn, you know anyone like that? This girl has not had a boyfriend since like fifth grade.”

You smack Jimin lightly on the arm. “Stop bullying me.”

“I am not!”

Seungyoun lets a smile pass with his lips pressed tightly together, fingers tapping quickly on the table. “None come to mind.”

“Ah,”

Seungyoun winces as soon as the bright light hits his eyes, rolling over and pressing his face into the pillow. “Stop,” he whines, muffled.

But nobody answers.

For a moment, he’d forgotten that he’s alone.

Seungyoun shifts, one eye opening to peek at where the light is coming from. He’s squinting and can’t see clearly, but he thinks it’s probably the curtain in front of his bed, slightly pushed to the side. And now it’s late enough that the sun has moved to glare straight through that small piece of the window.

Once the one eye has gotten used to the light, he sits up, rubbing both with his fingers. He winces- the headache that’s already blooming getting worse with the sun striking his face. Seungyoun feels around blindly for his phone on the nightstand, eventually finding it.

One in the afternoon.

A fuck ton of missed calls.

He sighs deeply, setting his phone in his lap and putting his head in his hands. He starts to groan, but that hurts, too.

Eventually he’ll have to get up and find some advil, but for now, that’s a lot to think about.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

Seungyoun really groans this time, picking up his phone again to see who could possibly be calling this early in the-

Not morning.

Right.

And of course, it’s the only person who calls him often nowadays.

“Hello?” Seungyoun grumbles quietly into the phone, cringing at the volume of his own voice.

“Yah!” Sahee shouts, loud enough that he has to pull the phone away.

“Wait, please be quieter,” Seungyoun interrupts, pressing his other hand to his forehead. “Hangover.”

“Do you know what you did last night, Cho Seungyoun?” Sahee snaps violently, ignoring his request. “You made a fucking shitshow out of your friend group. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours so you can figure your shit out!”

“...What?” Seungyoun mutters, a deep frown settling into his face.

“I need to know what you want, Seungyoun,” Sahee says, a desperate tone lacing her voice. “Why can’t you ever give anyone a straight answer?”

Seungyoun hesitates.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he says, and hangs up.

He sighs again.

Seungyoun runs his thumbs over the phone screen, turned off. He must’ve drank enough to completely forget most of last night- whatever Sahee is talking about, he has no clue. The last thing he remembers is leaving the barbecue place to go pick her and Wooseok up in a taxi.

Ding!

The screen lights up with an instagram notification.

y/n.ing just posted a photo.

Seungyoun hums your name aloud, wondering why it brings a sick feeling to his stomach. He swipes on the notification, opening the instagram app. It takes a moment to load up. He wishes that wouldn’t make him so nervous.

It’s a picture of you from the chest up, lying down on what looks like the floor of a dance practice room, hair splayed out around your face, skin glistening, a bright smile on your face. The kind of smile where your cheeks pull up high, and joy twinkles in your eyes. He can’t see that kind of detail in the photo, but Seungyoun knows that expression. He has it memorized.

One swipe to the left, and there’s a video autoplaying.

“You make me feel special!”

You’re singing and dancing to a song that he knows you loves- extremely dramatically, with your limbs loose and your voice turning the pop song into opera. Your group member Eunmi is visible in the mirror, filming on your phone, and clearly dying laughing. The other two members, Jiseo and Soohyun, are sitting on the couch in the back of the room, smiles evident on their faces.

You tend to do that- light up the room.

Seungyoun scrolls down to read the caption.

‘Team bonding? #Jiseo-unniedon’tkillme #IpromiseI’llpracticemoreseriouslyinthefuture’

He chuckles, scrolling back up to watch the video of you again.

“L/N F/N,” he repeats.

“L/N F/N,” Seungyoun says, finally seeing you after searching the whole surrounding area of the restaurant. “This isn’t the bathroom.”

“...I know,” you say, looking awkward, tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. You talk softly, almost like you don’t want him to hear. “I couldn’t find it.”

“Ah,” Seungyoun cringes, grabbing his head. What is he thinking of? Was that… was that last night?

What the hell was Sahee talking about?

He exits out of instagram and opens messages instead, scrolling down to find your name. When he taps on the conversation, his stomach drops.

Y/N

Seungyoun-oppa… please stop calling me and take care of yourself instead. Have Wooseok-oppa take you home and drink lots of water. If you call your mom I’m sure she’ll bring you some soup tomorrow. Goodnight.

Seungyoun reads the message a hundred times over, his eyes catching on every piece of every word.

He remembers.

He kissed you.

And you left.

Seungyoun looks to the side, catching the way Wooseok’s head is dipped close to you, mumbling something quietly that’s making you smile.

“Yah yah yah!” Jimin shouts, thrusting an accusing finger at you and Wooseok, her cheeks flushed red. “These two look a little suspicious!” she slaps a hand on your shoulder. “Whatcha talkin’ about over there?”

Seungyoun’s eyes narrow as you point nervously to yourself. “Who? Me and Wooseok-oppa?”

Even then, you’d referred to Wooseok that way. When did you start doing that? He hadn’t spent too long thinking about it last night, especially with the way the conversation turned, but Seungyoun is sure that you’d never called his friend and groupmate that before. Why would you have started? Sure, the two of you had seen each other a few times at gatherings where Wooseok tagged along with Seungyoun, but you’ve never been one to throw around casual language without knowing someone well.

Why did you have to call him that?

Slowly, Seungyoun sets his phone back down on the nightstand. He lies down in bed again, putting one of his pillow over top of his head to block out the light.

He feels sick, and it’s not just from the alcohol.

Maybe it’s cowardice… maybe it’s shame. But he can’t face anyone now. Not Sahee, not Wooseok, and not you.

He’ll ignore it, for now.

“Just hang in there a little bit longer, okay?”

You hold your phone next to your ear, curled up in your bed, blankets tucked under your chin.

“Give it a week, and we can go.”

“...Okay,” you respond, your voice croaky. You’d made it through today faking that everything was fine, but as soon as you got into your bedroom, it had all come spilling out in painful, long bouts of tears.

“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok’s voice is comforting, as grating as it sounds through the receiver. “You’re a strong person.”

You hold in the whimper that tugs at your throat. “I don’t feel that way right now.”

“That’s okay,” Wooseok says, and you can imagine the way he probably looks as he’s talking. Kind, always reserved, but tender. “It’s true whether you feel it right now or not. You’ll be alright. Just put your heart into the comeback for now.”

“Okay,” you repeat, unable to come up with much more. “Promise me we’ll take a day off in a week.”

“I promise.”

You sigh in relief, pressing your face into your pillow. “Okay. Thank you. Make sure to eat dinner.”

You hear a semblance of laughter, subdued. “You too. Fighting, L/N Y/N.”

A small smile rises on your lips. “Fighting, Kim Wooseok.”

Seungyoun twirls the cup ramen around with his chopsticks repeatedly, zoning out, letting the noodles get bloated and cold. He stares at the clock on the microwave over the stove. It’s 7:23pm now.

He wonders what you’re up to today. If you’re doing alright. If you’re thinking about him kissing you, or if it didn’t faze you at all. He can’t remember exactly how you reacted. All he knows is that you didn’t kiss him back. He remembers that- the feeling of rejection.

Seungyoun wasn’t expecting it. Maybe that’s why it was so painful.

The two of you have been friends for a few years now. At the beginning, you clearly had no interest in him romantically. He was probably just Jimin’s older guy friend to you- just someone who was funny and nice and fit in well with the group of friends you were building up. Seungyoun remembers when you used to openly talk about other idols you thought were really good looking or charming. He remembers when you even (albeit somewhat jokingly) asked Vernon to set you up with his groupmate Mingyu, since he was “just so handsome, and clean-cut, and kind… what kind of human can be like that?”.

And Seungyoun remembers when things started to shift. When it became clear that you weren’t looking for Vernon to give his group member your number anymore. When you started brushing off Jimin’s teasing about getting a boyfriend, since you’ve been historically solo. He remembers when you started looking at him with a more pensive, adoring expression. Like you were memorizing things about him. Like you were taking everything in that you could.

Seungyoun knew the expression well. It’s how he looks at you, when you’re looking the other way.

You’re not subtle. You’ve never been, in all the time that Seungyoun has known you. In virtually every situation, you’re talkative and fun and supportive- you make yourself known and you make your thoughts clear. Sometimes it’s embarrassing, but most of the time, it’s endearing. He thinks that might be why you’re so popular, among your fans and the public and other idols, too.

But you started to become quieter around him. Careful, like you only wanted to show the best parts of you. A little nervous, like you didn’t want his opinion of you to change even a fraction. It was unlike you.

You’re not subtle. Seungyoun noticed your feelings for him not long after they must have developed.

He doesn’t have enough fingers to count on his hands the number of times that he has looked at you- whether it’s across a table, a room, or on the screen of his phone- and thought that he has to tell you soon. It happens often. Whenever you set your chin on the palm of your hand, and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. Or when you laugh at something he said. Or when he catches the way that someone else looks at you when they’re interested. But he has never said a word.

And he never planned to.

Seungyoun sighs, twisting the ramen up and taking a bite. It’s definitely unpleasant now. Too much time has passed since he poured the boiling water in.

He has always thought, from the first time that you sat down in front of him, that you are like the sun. Vibrant, energetic, full of light. You are someone who loves fully and absolutely. You are someone who dedicates their entire heart to the things you love and enjoy. You are bright, and you shine without anyone else’s influence.

Seungyoun is like the moon. He can only reflect your own light back at you. And there is a cold, dark part of him, that will only ever drag you down.

Seungyoun has always thought, from the first time that understood who exactly you were, that he is not good enough for you.

“Again,”

Haeyoung’s voice strikes out into the dance room. You quickly reset, and when she counts off, repeat the eight bar section cleanly.

“Good job, Y/N,” your dance coach compliments. “Everyone, follow Y/N’s lead on this one. She’s at the center so the rest of you can relax a little, just make sure to hit count five sharply, there’s a beat in the background of the music that it’ll emphasize if it looks perfect.”

The four of chorus back a yes, ssaem, and reset when she directs you to.

You started dancing when you were barely five- your mom signed you up for ballet classes because her friend’s daughter was doing them too. You hated it. Absolutely hated it. It was boring to you, just learning how to take soft steps with pointed toes, one hand on the barre that was placed in the center of the dance room. It felt like that was all you did for ages.

But your mom forced you to stay in it, telling you that since she paid for it, you were learning ballet for the six months she signed you up for. You complained and complained, but when it came time to decide if you were going to continue, for some reason, you asked your mom if you could stay.

As you got older, learning contemporary, hip-hop, jazz, you realized that there was something about being on stage and performing out to an audience that made your heart race. You loved the feeling of immersing yourself in movement, of letting the music carry you and pull your body in every direction.

When you became a trainee, you weren’t the greatest singer. You could hold a pitch, could sing the easier songs at karaoke, could push out a couple of high-ish notes when prompted. Your lack of skill dug a feeling of fear, inadequacy, anxiety into you. You often felt unsatisfactory, and like your position among the trainees was constantly being threatened. You spent your days in high school rushing from class to the company building, late but present to vocal lessons that weren’t required.

On the day that the president of the company made the final decision on the members of the new girl group, you were late, too.

You were nearly in tears by the time you made it into the room with the other trainees. You’d been held up by the bus you took to get to the company breaking down. You couldn’t afford to take a taxi, so you ran.

You were so afraid, then. Terrified of not being chosen. You felt sick to your stomach, standing in the back of the room, brushing sweaty bangs off of your forehead, hearing the president choose the third member, your friend Soohyun.

You were barely listening. You could only hear muffled voices, like you were underwater, and the pounding of your heart.

“The final member is L/N Y/N. Everyone else is dismissed.”

Those words, you will always remember.

Over time, the snotty comments and criticisms from the other trainees that came as soon as everyone began to file out of the room have faded in your memory. Your shock and overwhelming relief shut them out back then too.

The president wanted to speak directly to the four of you. You were still dazed and weren’t really comprehending what he was saying until he said your name.

You can’t remember now, the entirety of what he said to you. You just remember that he went on about something vague, that you were unpolished and unreliable, that you were not the 4th choice for the other board members and coaches.

“You need to prove yourself,” he said.

“To you, sir?” you asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “To everyone else.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror of the dance room, feeling like your eyes are someone else’s. Jiseo, Eunmi, and Soohyun move around you, grabbing water and talking while everyone takes a break.

You look so tired.

It’s more than just the dark circles under your eyes and dull skin. It’s more than the exhausted posture of someone who has been working the whole day. It’s more than the sweat collecting above your brow.

You just look so tired.

Are you proving yourself? Have you done it already? If you haven’t, are you getting close? Will you ever?

Your feet sweep around lightly underneath you, gaze unfocusing as you go through the steps of the choreo again. You do it mindlessly, limbs following the memory that’ll be imprinted in your mind for years. You still remember routines that you learned when you were 12.

“Y/N-ah?”

You stop when you feel Jiseo’s hand on your upper arm, and turn to look at her, bringing your vision into focus like you just put glasses on. Her brows furrow.

“Take a break with the rest of us.”

“Hm?” you tilt your head. You’d realized that was what they were doing. Why didn’t you join? “Okay.”

You follow Jiseo to the couch at the back of the dance room, sitting down and taking a sip out of your water bottle. You stare at yourself through the mirror. You still see the image of yourself dancing.

You need to prove yourself.

To everyone else.

Seungyoun sits on the couch in the dorm. The kids are at school, and it seems like Seungwoo and Wooseok are both out and about. He came here because he was tired of being alone, but he’s just as lonely anyway.

Sahee keeps calling him and he keeps ignoring her.

Seungyoun looks at the recents list on the telephone app, his old friend’s name the first twenty at least. It’s been a few days. She still seems desperate to get in contact with him. Before her numerous calls are a few from his manager, Seungwoo, and Jimin. All of them went unanswered.

He has to scroll down pretty far to see your name.

The last time he called and you answered was when you told him that Sahee was in love with him. He doesn’t know how he never realized. Maybe it’s because he had been so focused on you and your feelings for him- his longtime composer friend having romantic feelings for him hadn’t even seemed plausible or relevant.

You cried that day. He could feel your guilt and anxiety through the call, without ever seeing your face. He knew something had happened when all of you were at Jimin’s house, he had assumed that as soon as Sahee came in from the balcony without you. He just hadn’t expected it would be something that weighed down on you so heavily you would snap at him not once but twice. Seungyoun has the feeling there was more to whatever Sahee said to you than what you relayed to him, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to ask now.

Seungyoun’s thumb hovers over your name. If he calls you now, what would you say to him? He’s desperate to know. It’s been clinging to him ever since he remembered what happened. A part of him doesn’t want to believe that you would really reject him. Even if he did make his move while wasted, that doesn’t mean you would suddenly stop liking him, right?

He groans, his head beginning to hurt with all the thoughts flying around in his head, and presses your name.

Immediately, the call screen pops up, and he presses his phone to his ear as the ringtone blares.

It only takes a few seconds before a robotic female voice rings into his ears. “Line busy. Would you like to leave a message?”

Seungyoun sighs, pressing the red button that will hang up the call. It’s probably better that you didn’t answer anyway. He slumps back against the couch.

“As long as you’re getting through it,”

Seungyoun lifts his head, watching Wooseok come in through the front door, phone to his ear.

“Yeah, I’m okay too. I just got home.”

Wooseok doesn’t seem to notice him, locking the door behind him and slipping off his shoes.

“Yeah, see you soon. Bye.” he chuckles, then adds, “Don’t worry, I will. Bye.”

Seungyoun stares at his groupmate, brows furrowing. Finally, Wooseok realizes that someone is there, and with a slight step back in surprise, lifts his brows.

“Oh, Seungyoun. I didn’t know you came back.”

“Yeah, I did this morning.” Seungyoun can’t keep the apprehensive expression off his face. “Who were you on the phone with?”

“Ah,” Wooseok pauses for a moment. “My mom.”

Seungyoun nods but doesn’t say anything. He’s not sure why, but there’s a cold tension in the air between them.

Wooseok begins pulling off his coat, continuing to talk. “She wanted to make sure I’m eating well, that’s all. And you know she doesn’t like to hang up easily.”

A smile cracks on Seungyoun’s lips. He does know that. Wooseok’s mom is notorious for making him late in the morning before schedules.

“There’s soup in the fridge. I had some earlier.” he says, pointing to the kitchen. “There’s some extra scallions I chopped up next to it too, you should add that.”

Wooseok nods, one corner of his lip barely lifting up. “Thanks. I’m gonna go shower. Text back Seungwoo-hyung, I don’t know if he’s coming back from his parents’ house tonight or not.”

Seungyoun nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Wooseok sets the things in his pockets on the counter and heads down the hall, presumably to the bathroom.

Seungyoun replies to the leader’s questioning text from last night as he hears the water start to run in the bathroom. He quickly goes back to the call list, a frown drawing together on his face. For some reason, he can’t get rid of the strange feeling in his chest. Something just seems off.

He presses your name again, pressing the speaker button so that the call just rings out loud.

It doesn’t cut off this time.

It rings and rings, and you don’t answer.

You don’t have a voicemail message, like most idols. It’s a way to try and prevent sasaengs from being sure that they have the right number when they call. All that comes out of the speaker is that same automated voice, asking Seungyoun if he’d like to leave a message after the beep.

Seungyoun’s eyes drift up to Wooseok’s phone, sitting flat on the counter across the room. He hesitates.

Then he shakes his head, shoving his own phone into his pocket. Seungyoun gets up and walks over to the kitchen, pulling the soup out of the fridge and pouring it into a pot to start heating it up.

“I really appreciate you meeting with me.”

You don’t bother matching the gaze of the girl in front of you, instead choosing to look out over the balcony of the bar you’re at. It’s a penthouse space on a moderately tall building near a few parks. The view isn’t bad, even at night.

“I can only stay for fifteen minutes,” you tell her, tapping your fingers on the table. You don’t explain why.

“Still,” Sahee says, her voice earnest. “I appreciate it.”

“What is it that you want to say to me?” you ask, getting straight to the point. You realize that you might be being excessively harsh in your word choice, but you’re tired after a long day of preparations for the comeback, and you don’t really want to be here. You only agreed to meet her because pretending like nothing ever happened was beginning to weigh on your conscience.

“I just want you to know what happened that night,” she says, becoming quieter. “After you left.”

Your jaw is tight. “I don’t really care to know.”

Sahee’s eyes flare. “Really? You know more than just me and Seungyoun are involved, right? Jimin and Vernon and Hyunggu were there too. Your friends. And Kim Wooseok.”

“I know who was there,” you reply bitterly.

“Then you should realize that it matters, what happened,” she snaps back. Then, after a moment of silence between you, Sahee settles back into her chair and seems to cool off. “Sorry.”

“Whatever,” you mutter.

“Seungyoun came back from looking for you drunk as fuck, crying, and wouldn’t explain what happened. He just kept trying to take shots even though Vernon was trying to stop him.” you cringe subtly at the thought, and Sahee seems to notice, her eyes narrowing. “Out of nowhere, he went off on me and Jimin, saying that it was all our faults, because I love him and because Jimin knew you and Seungyoun both had feelings for each other but never said anything to either one.”

You flinch. Seungyoun having feelings for you. You still don’t think it’s something you really believe.

“Anyway, the boys tried to stand up to him for Jimin and I, but Seungyoun was wasted out of his mind and having none of it. He tried to throw a punch at Vernon and broke like three glasses on the table.” Sahee shakes her head, sighing. “Wooseok grabbed him and I guess that calmed him down enough, but by that point Jimin was yelling at him and the owners were coming by to see what happened. It was a fucking disaster.”

Your eyes drift off to the view to your left again. “...Okay.”

“Okay?” Sahee repeats, sounding borderline astounded. “Don’t you feel any shame at all? He wouldn’t ever done this if you hadn’t-”

“If I hadn’t what?” you round on her, unable to hold in your frustration any longer. “What is wrong with you? You don’t know shit about me! You just keep interfering in my life and in Seungyoun’s life and in my friends’ too. It’s not my problem that you love him and he doesn’t love you, okay? It’s not my fucking problem!”

“I just don’t understand why you would give him up after all that time treating him like he was the love of your fucking life,” Sahee hisses. “You had the audacity to act all innocent when in reality you were just playing around with his feelings.”

“Don’t you think I felt that way too?” you exclaim, palms slamming onto the table. “Don’t you think I felt like he was playing around with my feelings? If it was as obvious as everyone is making it seem that I loved him, and he just let me think that he didn’t know and nobody else did either, while still doing things that made me feel like there was a chance he might love me back- don’t you think I felt like I was getting toyed with? I felt like my heart was breaking every time he said a word about our friendship, I felt like such an idiot because I could never move on. You think I’m the one who had the audacity to act a certain way? Don’t just throw all the blame on me because it’s easy!”

“I’m blaming you because it’s your fault,” Sahee emphasizes, and you let out a laugh of astonishment.

“You’re fucking delusional,” you tell her. “You should be embarrassed of yourself.”

“I don’t care what you think of me,” Sahee says, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “I just want you to answer Seungyoun so you can clear up the air about you not caring about him anymore.”

Your jaw drops, and another short laugh escapes your lips. Is she serious? “What, are you thinking he’ll suddenly fall in love with you if I tell him I’m not interested? Where did you get the idea that I don’t care about him anymore?”

Sahee doesn’t answer, seemingly stewing in her anger at you.

You shake your head, grabbing your bag and standing up. “I hope you stay healthy and find happiness, Sahee-ssi. Please never contact me again.”

You don’t stick around to hear if she says anything under her breath about you. You just leave, walking to the elevator and getting in alone, hearing the ding of twelve floors as you go down. You glance at your phone and see the notifications of two missed calls from earlier. Both Seungyoun. You sigh. You shut your phone off, and exit the building.

And you go back to pretending like nothing ever happened.

Wooseok thinks you look the prettiest when the sun strikes your face. He hasn’t been able to see you that way very often, because of the situations that the two of you have to meet up in. Always at night, or in dingy lighting in small restaurants that nobody really frequents. Nonetheless, the few times he has been able to see the way light shines across your skin and sets a fire in your eyes, he always thinks to himself that you look pretty.

Truthfully, he has always thought you were, even before the first time that he met you. Sure, Soohyun was the more active model and brand ambassador in your group, but you still appeared in your fair share of advertisements and TV shows. Wooseok had seen you around for a while before ever being introduced to you.

You’re smiling now, with a childlike innocence lacing your expression. Your fingers sift through the sand, and the breeze lifts your hair, curling it across your cheeks.

Wooseok feels something tug at his heart. He wants to tell you. How pretty you are. But your words from months ago ring in his head whenever he thinks about saying anything.

“Am I wrong for wanting him to say that I look pretty in a photo? I hear it often, but I just want to hear it from him.”

It won’t matter to you, whether he thinks you look one way or another. It’s Seungyoun who you want to hear those words from. He doesn’t want to confuse your heart any further. So he stays quiet.

“Isn’t the beach so nice?” you ask, looking over at him. Wooseok smiles back.

“It is,” he agrees.

You warned him that the two of you won’t be able to see each other for awhile after today. You were able to sneak out for the whole day thanks to your group members’ efforts, but going forward, you’d be far too busy with actual promotions to make time for Wooseok. Or anyone besides the group, for that matter.

Like the two of you had planned, you came back to Busan. Wooseok knows that you need it. He can feel the heaviness in your touch when you grab his hand, in your voice when you talk, and in your features when your expression changes. He thinks something else may have happened yesterday too, since you seemed especially weighed down when he met you at the bottom of your apartment building this morning. But he doesn’t want to bring it up for fear of upsetting you, not when you’re supposed to be relaxing.

“Thank you, Wooseok.” you say out of the blue, shuffling so that you’re lying down completely on the beach towel beneath you. You shut your eyes, a content smile resting on your lips.

“What for?” he asks, looking down at you. You open one eye to peek at him.

“For being there for me.”

Wooseok isn’t sure how to respond. “...You’re welcome.”

Your eye shuts again, and you stretch your arms out in front of you, the smile fading from your face. “I’m not a bother, right? You know you can tell me if I am.”

Wooseok frowns. “You’re not.”

“I’m just not sure I’m good enough for you.” you chuckle, but it sounds somewhat bitter. “Or anyone, for that matter.”

“Of course you are,” Wooseok replies simply, although his teeth tug at his bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

He knows you’re somewhat insecure. It seems to permeate so many parts of your life. He just hates to confront it. It reminds him of the person he had been once, too.

“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok says gently. “I’m happy being with you.”

He worries for a moment, that he might have said too much. Not in terms of the number of words, but of what the words he did say reveal.

Your response is croaky. “I’m happy with you, too.”

Wooseok’s heart swells again.

How could he ever have imagined this? The first time you talked to him, he was cringing internally at how awkward and desperate you seemed. You were clinging to his groupmate’s every word and action, and it nearly made Wooseok feel sick.

But there was always something endearing about you. About the way you seemed to try so hard to see the good in others, and to live up to others’ expectations. You tried hard at everything.

Wooseok never thought he would come to care about you this much.

His mind drifts off when you go quiet again, the only sounds around him the soft rhythm of your breath, seagulls cawing, and the crash of waves against the shore.

He wonders, sometimes, if it’s fair for him to even feel this way. If what happened just over a week ago is anything to go off of, Seungyoun actually does love you. Wooseok had just never cared enough to notice, since his friend and group member never explicitly mentioned it. He doesn’t know the details on why Seungyoun kept his feelings to himself when it was so obvious that you felt strongly towards him, but evidently, the feelings are there. If he knew how Wooseok thinks about you, probably in the same way that he does, could they even maintain their friendship?

Wooseok glances down at you again. You look more peaceful now, maybe since he’s reassured you. Despite how obvious you had been about Seungyoun, he can’t tell what kind of feelings you harbor for him. He wants to believe they’re more than platonic, but then again, you never treat him like you’d treated Seungyoun.

He sighs, then lies down next to you, putting one arm under his head as he shuts his own eyes, letting the sun graze over his skin.

The wind is cool. The sun is hot. The ocean spray lightly lands on him, enough to feel good.

Your hand bumps into his. He thinks it’s an accident, until you lace your fingers through his.

“Thank you,” you repeat, sounding sleepy this time. Wooseok opens his eyes to turn his head in your direction. Your chest is rising and falling slowly, with the beat of drifting off to sleep.

He squeezes your hand in response.

It’s late at night when Wooseok finally returns to the dorm. Seungyoun hasn’t looked at the clock for a while- he’s just been on his phone, scrolling through social media.

Wooseok tries to be quiet when he comes in, but still ends up making enough noise to draw Seungyoun’s attention.

“Yah,” he calls quietly. “Where were you? We all had dinner together tonight. Seungwoo-hyung was hoping you’d make it.”

Wooseok takes a while to respond, only doing so once he has made it into the living room. He shakes off his hair, though Seungyoun isn’t sure why. “I just went to see a friend for the day. I’ll apologize to the kids and Seungwoo tomorrow.”

“Oh, who?” Seungyoun asks, trying to make casual conversation. He can’t help but feel that things have been stiff between him and Wooseok since whatever went on that night that he kissed you. He can’t remember how he got home or what happened after you drove away. He gets the feeling it was a lot to deal with for Wooseok.

Wooseok hesitates to answer. “Just… just someone.”

Seungyoun frowns, but doesn’t press it.

“I’m gonna go change,” Wooseok says, and heads down the hall.

“Do it quietly,” Seungyoun calls after him, hearing a Wooseok make noise of understanding following his words.

Seungyoun tries to go back to scrolling on his phone, but now he feels super awake again, and his awkward position on the couch isn’t helping. He turns his phone off and stretches out his limbs with a groan, standing up for the first time in hours. He makes his way over to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to find a glass so he can get some water.

Ding!

Seungyoun frowns, looking down at his phone, but he didn’t get any notifications.

He pulls a glass down from the cupboard and shuts the door, looking across the counter to where Wooseok’s phone is once again sitting face down on the counter.

Ding!

It goes off again, light peeking out from between the screen and the countertop.

Seungyoun shakes his head, knowing it’d be wrong to look at his groupmate’s phone. He walks over to the fridge, setting his glass under the water dispenser and letting it fill up.

Ding!

“What the hell,” Seungyoun grumbles, setting the glass down on the counter and walking over to Wooseok’s phone, flipping it over with the intention of just turning the ringer off.

He freezes as soon as he sees the screen.

Y/N-ah

oppa seriously you’re so lame…

why did you leave money in my jacket, i told you i would pay since i asked you to come >:|

oh well guess i have to see you again to give it back~~~!!!

Seungyoun stares until the screen fades to black, and all he can see is the reflection of his face, dark and blurry.

“Ah,” he says to himself, his voice barely there, just a hollow sound more than anything. “A friend.”

Ding!

The screen lights up again. Seungyoun’s eyes drift down to your name again, although the new notification is unrelated. He feels something tighten around his heart- something like a vine, or a rope, squeezing and tearing into him, clenching and binding in his chest. It starts to suffocate him, a stifling pain deep inside as he reads over your name in Wooseok’s phone again, as he reads the message, and understands exactly what it implies.

His head is spinning. It doesn’t feel real. He doesn’t want it to feel real.

Seungyoun’s fingers clench around the phone, and he finds his way to the unlock screen, typing in the password he’s seen Wooseok use a thousand times.

He lets out a bitter laugh once he sees what the background of his friend and groupmate’s home screen is.

What else could it be?

There you are. It’s a candid image- you’re wearing the pink coat that he remembers you buying about a year ago now. You’re not wearing makeup and he hates that that seems unfamiliar. You always seemed to want to look clean and dressed up whenever you were around him. Are you more comfortable with Wooseok? Your hair doesn’t look done either.

He wonders where exactly the two of you went today. Why Wooseok was gone from the early morning to the late night.

Seungyoun opens the photo gallery, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

Another short, astonished laugh leaves his lips.

“What are you doing?”

Wooseok’s voice rings out clearly, and he sounds a lot less friendly and quiet than before. Seungyoun glances over his shoulder, but can’t bring himself to make eye contact. He doesn’t answer, either, focused on the first image in Wooseok’s photos.

“Cho Seungyoun,” Wooseok says with a warning tone, and punctuates every word. “What are you doing?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Seungyoun says sourly, finally turning around and holding up Wooseok’s phone. “What exactly were you doing with Y/N today? She’s ‘just someone’? She doesn’t look like ‘just someone’, if I had to guess-”

“Are you serious?” Wooseok’s face is cold as he cuts him off. “You’re looking through my phone?”

“That’s what you’re bringing up?” Seungyoun lets out a bemused puff of air.

“Yes,” Wooseok replies, walking forward and snatching the phone out of Seungyoun’s hand. “You should know better. It’s not your business.”

Seungyoun knows that he’s right, and that he can’t argue with whatever is on Wooseok’s phone not being his business. But it feels like his business, because you’re involved. He can’t help the snarl on his lips when he jabs a finger into Wooseok’s chest.

“What are you doing with Y/N? Taking her to the beach, taking couple pictures with her? What are you fucking doing?”

Wooseok laughs then, too. Shortly. “What does it matter to you?”

Seungyoun clenches his fists and talks through grit teeth. He’s never wanted to hit someone so badly. “What do you fucking mean by that?”

“You got too used to having Y/N give you all her love and never giving any back,” Wooseok bites out at him. “How is anyone supposed to believe that you actually care about her? What have you ever done that proves that you do? You just let her cling to you and adore you without being there for her. You let her destroy her own self-worth just because you didn’t have the courage to say that you loved her, even when you knew she felt the same way. So what does it matter to you, if I do all the things you never bothered to?”

After Wooseok finishes talking, there is nothing between them but empty space and empty noise and tension so thick it would take a sharp knife to cut through.

Seungyoun stares at Wooseok, feeling like in this moment, both of them are unrecognizable. He never intended to drag this many people into whatever was going on between the two of you. He never planned for it to become like this, where he and one of his closest friends are butting heads over you, fighting in a dorm where nine other people are sleeping. Nine people who rely on them.

It was always supposed to be just you and Seungyoun, until the moment when you would inevitably fall out of love with him and peacefully move on. Then it would just be Seungyoun.

Instead, it was you and Seungyoun, and Sahee, and Wooseok, and Jimin and Vernon and Hyunggu, and the members of your group, and the members of his, too. All of them had been affected.

“Fuck,” Seungyoun sobs, turning around to set his elbows on the counter so he can put his head in his hands, raking his fingers through his already messy hair. “Fuck. Fuck!”

“Seungyoun,” Wooseok says, but Seungyoun just shakes his head.

“Fuck,” he repeats, aching in pain, feeling his throat close up as tears well up in the corners of his eyes.

He feels a hand lightly land on his shoulder, giving him what he thinks is supposed to be a comforting pat. “Try not to stay up too late. I’m going to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

Seungyoun doesn’t reply. That only made it worse.

Once he has heard the door to Wooseok’s room shut, he crumples to the floor, trembling and crying, trying to muffle it all so that the younger members won’t wake up and hear him.

All he can think is why. Why did he do this? He did this to himself.

Seungyoun is still in love with you. And now, he will never have you.

#aaa #cho seungyoun x reader #cho seungyoun #seungyoun x reader #kim wooseok x reader #wooseok x reader #kim wooseok #x1 x reader #x1 imagines #x1 scenarios #x1 angst #x1 fluff #x1 au #i love pain and suffering :)

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gacy-lajla · 4 years

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navigation

you’ll find links to masterlists and a list my of current interests which i’d write for right here!

bts masterlist

mo dao zu shi/the untamed masterlist

hades masterlist (n/a)

haikyuu!! masterlist (n/a)

and here is everything i’d potentially write for if requested (or if i need some self indulgence h-)

Groups:

Ateez

BTS

Day6

Monsta X

Seventeen

Stray Kids

Male Solo Artists/Actors/Idols from groups which I discovered w/out their group (there’s a high possibility I’ll add the whole group at some point but my brain capacity is currently not sufficient fhjsdk):

Eric Nam

Taemin (ShinEE, SuperM)

Ten (NCT, SuperM)

Wonho

Wang Yibo (Uniq)

Zheng Fanxing

Series/Movies:

Aggretsuko

ATLA

BNA - Brand New Animal

Boku no Hero Academia/My hero Academia

Castlevania

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu!!

The Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi

Tokyo Revengers

Violet Evergarden

Yuri!!! on Ice

Games:

Ace Attorney

AI: The Somnium Files

Fire Emblem (I’m most informed about Awakening and up, but feel free to request other characters!)

Genshin Impact

Hades

Persona 5

Pokémon

Yakuza 0

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eunsangst · 5 years

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[ 16:06 ]

he inhales deeply as he looks at you go from one corner to another in the kitchen. it's movie night and seungyoun has invited you over to spend it with him.

why was he staring?

well, you're just wearing one of his shirts that goes down to your thighs, with short shorts on. it's a typical thing for you to do—borrowing seungyoun's clothes when you come over.

but something about you in that shirt, the amount of legs he can see, and the way your ponytail has come loose, is making him go crazy inside.

you go back to him, carrying the large bowl of popcorn in both your hands. immediately, you jump into seungyoun's arms and put both your legs over his.

"you should really stop teasing me like that," he lets out a shallow laugh.

you look at him, confused. "what? i literally just prepared.. the popcorn?"

"you and your shirt-wearing, leg-showing body," he says, putting one hand on your thigh.

you let out a laugh. "seungyoun, i literally do this everytime i'm here. this isn't news to you, honey."

he gives your thigh a little squeeze, and moves his face closer to yours. you both go for a staring contest as your noses touch.

"if i win, you're sleeping here tonight," he says. you also then start to feel his other hand carressing your nape, which makes you giggle. "idiot, i really am sleeping here tonight. what are you trying to prove?"

"that i can do this."

he then gives you a deep, long kiss, his hand riding up your thigh until it's rested on your waist. the makeout session lasts for a couple moments. despite almost not being able to breathe due to seungyoun's hunger, you enjoy the way he's somehow wrapped around your finger. everything you do just makes him go crazy, and he sometimes hates to admit that it is the way it is.

he tries to signal you to take your shirt off, but you laugh in between the kiss and pull away.

"i'm here for movie night, sweetheart," you say, removing your legs from his lap. he stares at you in disbelief and you laugh at him.

"now go play finding nemo, or i'm going to sleep."

#pdx101 scenario #x1 seungyoun #cho seungyoun #cho seungyoun scenarios #x1 blurbs #x1 imagines #x1 au #produce x 101 scenarios #produce x 101 #produce x scenarios #seungyoun x reader #cho seungyoun blurbs #cho seungyoun x reader

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candyshua · 5 years

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i’m the anon who asked abt u accepting x1 reqs or not! can u write a seungyoun oneshot — a really fluffy smut maybe? where every lil thing abt the reader effects him? hueheu thank u!

sure thing!! sorry if this isn’t the greatest, most detailed smut lol. i’ve never had sex before, so i based this off of other smuts i have read lmfao. anywho, enjoy!!!

Genre: Fluff, Smut, PWP

Word Count: 836

Warnings: Vanilla sex, light dom/sub themes, foul language, praising

You really don’t know how you got here. Just a few moments ago, you were watching a movie with your boyfriend, Seungyoun, as happy as can be.

Now, you were staring up at your boyfriend with confused eyes, as his entire body hovered over you on the couch you were on.

“Can I help you?” You asked, feigning innocence. Seungyoun just let out an exasperated sigh of frustration.

“God, Y/N!” He shouted while smiling incredulously. You giggled, which made him smile even more.

“Yes, Seungyoun?” You grinned.

“Why are you so fucking perfect?” Seungyoun cracked, gulping worriedly. Now, he was standing up, while you just sat on the couch watching him with humorous eyes.

“I dunno.” You laughed, and he just sat there, completely in awe. You were just so amazing, and Seungyoun was madly in love with you. Whenever you’d smile, laugh, or just do anything remotely in the realm of cuteness, Seungyoun would flip his shit. Why did you have to be so amazing?

“Hey, Seungyoun?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Seungyoun’s mouth fell agape. Seungyoun then beamed, yet again, because you were just too damn cute.

“I love you too.” He answered, and you just rolled your eyes and cracked a tiny smile. You then got up off of the couch and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. After breaking away from him, he immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you in for another kiss, this time much more deep and intimate. It didn’t take long for Seungyoun to get all hot and bothered. He lifted you up and your legs hugged his waist. He then carried you to the bedroom, excitement prominent in both of you.

He gently dropped you onto the bed, kissing you again. You smiled against the kiss, feeling nothing but pure love and adoration for him.

He cupped your face with his large hands, and he soon began to undress you. In between kisses, Seungyoun muttered, “God, Y/N, you’re so fucking perfect.”

After your shirt was off, he kneeled in front of you, hovered over you, merely admiring you. He couldn’t help but smile, because you were all his. He attached his lips to yours again, undoing your bra with ease. His hands trailed from your collarbone to your hips, which he grabbed firmly. You shivered under his touch.

He then slipped his hand into your underwear, teasing you. You let out a soft moan, which made him go crazy. He broke the kiss and just looked at you. Your parted lips and soft, breathy moans, along with your disheveled hair and innocent eyes. He just stared at you in awe.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Seungyoun confessed, finally letting two of his fingers slip into your sensitive heat. Your back arched off the bed, and Seungyoun smiled at you with lust and love in his eyes, wanting nothing else but to make you feel good, to make you feel loved. He quickened the pace, his long digits slipping in and out of you at a fiery speed.

Soon, you felt the tension in your lower stomach snap, as waves of pleasure washed over you. You whined, calling his name while climaxing.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, your essence all over them. You whined again, since his lustful eyes staring down at you made you even more excited.

He kissed you again, finally pulling your pants down and taking off your underwear. He undid his belt, and soon his hard length was seen poking through his boxers. He kissed you while slipping out of his boxers, pumping himself.

He finally slid into you, making you moan out of delight and shock. He continued to kiss you until he quicked the pace. He continuously hit your g-spot over and over again, making tears of pleasure roll down the sides of your face. You didn’t miss him muttering “I love you, Y/N,” right before he pulled out. He then came on your stomach, while he fingered you to make sure you reached your climax.

You finally came again. After his fingers left your entrance, he cooed “Good girl,” which drove you absolutely insane.

Little did you know, Seungyoun was absolutely over the moon. He wondered what good deeds he did in his past life to help get him in this situation, which was being helplessly in love with you.

Seungyoun went to the bathroom and got a towel. He came back and cleaned you off, smiling at your shy demeanor. You blushed, not wanting to look him in the eye.

After cleaning you up, he snuggled up next to you while kissing the back of your shoulders. His hand snaked around your waist, and you didn’t have much trouble falling asleep. Seungyoun, on the other hand, was still on a high from you.

And in that quiet moment, Seungyoun knew that he was undeniably in love with you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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vvoozi · 5 years

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[3:29am] Turning over to reach out for your boyfriend, you end up grasping air. You consider just going back to sleep but after a few minutes of tossing and turning, you’re still awake. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you slowly shuffle your way through your apartment, and eventually find Seungyoun hunched over his laptop in the living room.

“Babe, come sleep,” you softly whine, effectively scaring Seungyoun. He looks up at you like he’s just seen a ghost. To be fair you kinda do look like one right now. “First of all, you fucking scared me,” he breathes out, “Second, what are you doing awake, my love?”

“I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there,” you unintentionally pout. He smiles lovingly at you. You almost feel your knees getting weak.

“I’ll be there in a bit baby, go back to bed.” He says before turning back to his laptop.

“That’s what you said—“ you quickly check the clock on the wall, “4 hours ago.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I’m almost finished.” He rushes out before once again returning his gaze to his laptop. Clearly still not satisfied with this, you walk over to the couch and wedge yourself in between Seungyoun and the couch.

He chuckles, “Baby, what are you doing?”

Wrapping your arms around his frame from behind, you yawn before answering, “Well, you won’t come to bed, I can’t sleep without you, so this will have to do.”

You feel Seungyoun picking up one of your hands and kissing the back of it. “Good night, my love,” you hear him say before you drift back to sleep.

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junblynim · 4 years

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<<< Part Two

PART THREE: The Plan

#cho seungyoun x reader #seungwoo x reader #seungyoun x reader #x1 woodz #x1 fanfic #x1 au #x1 angst #x1 fluff #x1 #social media au #alternate universe #kpop #kpop au

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chanspedia · 5 years

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[20.34]

[request]

“Oh come on! You really want to sit there and just playing games?” You said to you your bestfriend!Seungyoun

Your teacher gave some homework and you were paired with Seungyoun. So you both decided to work on it today at your place. But Seungyoun is still Seungyoun, he just playing some games on his laptop without helping you even a little bit with the homework.

“You really have no fun Y/n. Let’s just rest a while.” Seungyoun said while playing games.

“Really? A rest? You didn’t even help me with this stupid homework that’s even more stupid because I was paired with you.” You said with a little bit of annoyance.

“Fine then if you really don’t want to help me. I just tell mr. Choi that you didn’t even help me with this homework.” You finally said and leaving Seungyoun in the living room and headed to your bedroom.

Little do you know, that Seungyoun isn’t playing games like what you thought. He actually writing some lyrics for his new song that actually about you.

#x1 imagines #cho seungyoun x reader #cho seungyoun #seungyeon x1 #seungyoun x1 #fluff #x1 fluff

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sparklejaemin · 5 years

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Drabble Game, Cho Seungyoun, #40

“Stay with me,please.”

Cho Seungyoun was rather, different.

Not in a bad way, but in one of the best ways possible. He was sweet, charming, funny and everything rolled into one. He mattered so much to you, that seeing him struggle with what he loved doing, music, was enough to break your heart. You were always there for him, when he would produce music, stay up until the sun rises to finish lyrics, and when he was going through the worst times in his life.

He loved you like those cliché love stories,

but he loved you in the realest way possible too.

He loved you like the sun, always bright,

and the moon, always present, although you can’t see it.

Cho Seungyoun loved someone and that someone is you.

So now, as he stands in front of your door, in the rain, you run to him and he breaks down crying as you embrace him in the rain.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I should’ve put you first.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes, “Stay with me, please.”

You said yes.

#drabble game #X1 imagines #X1 x reader #produce x 101 #proudce x 101 x reader #produce x 101 imagines #X1 #Cho Seungyoun #Seungyoun x reader #Cho Seungyoun x Reader #X1 Seungyoun

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halaboyz · 2 years

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–– WITH YOU // SEUNGYOUN.

pairing: seungyoun x gn! reader genre: fluff word count: 747 warnings // notes: use of pet name 'lovely' for seungyoun ; inspired by the baverse docu, this is for @saintbusan !! edited my tags and realized you were the first ever to request for him )): hope you're having a lovely day <33

Watching behind the cameras how Seungyoun slowly broke down and become vulnerable around the people he treasured best was your last straw.

You let the tears fall down your face, quickly wiping it off your face as you plastered a smile on your face.

It was rare– how Seungyoun showed the world his tears. How he showed you his tears.

It was heartbreaking, how he'd almost have to give up everything before someone had finally seen his worth his effort.

You were proud nevertheless, a smile creeping to your lips before the director had finally shouted the end of the shoot, seeing Seungyoun say his farewells to his friends and the people who participated in the shoot.

You just smiled, waiting for him to come around.

"Hey," A soft smile tugs on his lips, his hands tucking to his own pants.

"You okay, lovely? " You welcome him with warm hands, cupping his cheeks and booping his red nose– though, you were sure yours was as red as his.

"Weirdly, I feel lighter," Seungyoun gives you his signature smile, offering you his hand to take. "Would you be fine if I drove today? I want to take you somewhere."

"Tell me where, I can drive. You must be tired," You insisted, shaking your head as you caressed his thumb with yours habitually as you made your way to the car.

"I want it to be a surprise," He winks at you, and just at the small gesture, you cave into his words.

It takes you a while to realize that you've frequently shown Seungyoun how much you're proud of him, of how much you've actually cared for him more than what you've been showing. He deserves nothing but assurance, and you've been failing to show it.

"Youn," You take his right hand that was resting on his lap, initially unable to hold yours because you were too caught up in your own thoughts.

A smile takes over his face when you finally intertwine your hands once more, eyes not leaving the road.

"Why? Is something wrong? Wanna get food first?" He asks, worriedly glancing at you but you only shook your head softly.

"You know that I'm proud of you right? So so proud of you," You ask, craning your neck to give him a little of comfiness glancing at you.

A sigh of relief slips out of his lips, chuckling.

"I'm so sorry if I show less than what I feel," You add, kissing the back of his palm.

Seungyoun shrugs out of your hand to cup your cheek, stealing more glances at you.

"We're nearing," He whispers, caressing your cheek. You nod, and you find yourself staring outside, in awe of what you've welcomed in.

The orange hues of the sky reflecting clearly on the blues of the sea, waves splashing against the white sand.

It was where Seungyoun goes to when he was finding peace.

Now, he goes with the sole reason of finally finding it.

"Let's go?" He asks and guides you outside the car, hands not leaving each other.

Taking in a few breaths of calmness and solemnity, Seungyoun finally opens his eyes to look at you, only with eyes shining towards the sun that was slowly hiding from the seas.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Seungyoun asks, snaking his hand over your shoulder and pulling you closer to his side.

"It is," You simply answered, leaning against the crook of his neck as your hands meet halfway through his waist to hug.

"You know, you show more than you know," Seungyoun explains, and you were unaware of the fond smile plastered on his face. "A while ago, you said you showed less than what you feel. But for me.. it's more than I could ever ask for,"

A small smile comes up to your face, the feeling of home settling on your chest blooming.

"I would never have the words to say to show you how much thankful I am for you," He adds, kissing the crown of your head as he rubs your arm.

You chuckle, breaking the hug to face him.

"I love you more than the stars could ever tell," You whisper, wiping the forming tears in his eyes, while you blinked your own tears off. The cheekiness of your line makes the both of you laugh wholeheartedly, tears escaping your eyes.

"I love you too, y/n." He ruffles your hair, "I could use that as a lyrics next time."

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key201303 · 4 years

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Word count: 2.2k words

Warnings: mentions of blood, drugs and death.

Genre: mafia AU!, angst

Plot: Being the girlfriend of someone who is a runaway of a mafia was never easy. You never knew what that Blue Love he always talked about was until he bumped into you when you exit the cafe near your house and ended up going with him clubbing. Now you were both running away with a girl chasing after you with a gun on her hands trying to kill you both but all you both needed was that Blue Love to stay together even when death separates you.

A story based on ‘Love me Harder’ by Woodz

A/N: Heyy! The other day I watched the MV of this amazing song once again for the millionth time and thought “What if I make a story?” So here it is. I never knew I was so into this man until I had to do some research for writing this little story. If you don’t know him go check him, he’s just amazing <3 Hope you guys enjoy this little story <3 Loveeeee <3

You found yourself walking under an umbrella as it rained hard wandering through the empty streets of Korea trying to find an open cafe to work on your next article for the newspaper you worked for. You were an A student back in university days and now you were one of the best editors in your company. You had to write about the member of a mafia who had managed to escape his own mafia and who was being sought by the big fish of the mafia.

You finally arrived at a cafe and you could finally get some work done. As you entered the cafe you noticed a big poster on the door that caught your attention. It was a poster for the boy you had to write about. (Click here to see the poster). You never stopped to admire his features until now. The moment your eyes landed on the picture they used for the poster you couldn’t help thinking how handsome he was. (Y/N) what the hell are you thinking about? You thought to yourself shaking your head and walking towards an empty table so you could start working and go back home as soon as you could.

You were about to finish your work after 3 hours of writing. You have already drunk 3 coffees and you were up for another one since there was the conclusion left. You headed to the counter to order your 4th coffee when you heard the door of the cafe opening. When you turned around you spotted a tall boy wearing a black hoodie over his head only revealing his orangish hair. The cafe was silent the moment he walked in like he was a monster. You just ignored it and took your coffee but when you turned around to go back to your seat you bumped into the boy spilling the coffee you just got all over your shirt because of the impact. “Oh I’m sorry.” He said immediately, grabbing some tissues to help you clean yourself. You, for some reason, got nervous at his touch. The moment your eyes met him you finally discovered who he was. Your eyes widened at the realization of who he was and as soon as he noticed your face expression, he asked you to stay quiet. You still don’t know why but you obeyed him and remained silent. Maybe it was destiny that you two had to meet. Maybe it was the Blue Love he always talked about.

He, not having enough time to apologize for what he did and feeling a strong bond that connected the both of you somehow asked you out for the night. You don’t really know how you ended up having him on your bed the next morning with his arms wrapped around you. All your memories from the night before were blurry and the only thing you could remember was his name, Woodz. “Good morning sweetheart.” You could hear his deep voice from behind you as he stretched his body. You only stared at him confused. You didn’t really know if he was good or bad and even though he was good looking you couldn’t trust him. Knowing he was a member of a mafia and that you remember almost nothing from what happened last night made you scared. Did he drug you? He could notice right away the fear in your eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said approaching you. “Why don't I remember anything about last night? Why are you on my bed?” You asked, scared at the edge of crying. “You’re not such a good drinker.” He said tilting his head. “You really don’t remember anything?” He asked you surprised. You just nodded looking at the floor a bit embarrassed. You knew you weren’t a good drinker but you still enjoyed drinking since you never ended up with a man in your bed. “You should be thankful that it was me the one bumping into you and inviting you to some drinks and not a creepy dude.” He said reaching his hand out. “I’m Woodz.” He said smiling. A mafia member being this nice to someone? You thought to yourself. “I know.” You said coldly. “Wow, at least you remember my name, cool.” He said taking his hand back when he saw you weren’t really into taking it. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. Just the two of you staring at each other not really knowing what to do. “Look, I know you know who I am but please, trust me. I’m not the bad one here.” He said looking at you with sincere eyes. His gaze penetrated your soul like a knife. You could see him begging you to trust him and help him out. “Why should I trust you?” You asked coldly. “I’m escaping the mafia because I don’t want to be there anymore. I entered to save my best friend who is now dead because of that shit. I saw how the girl that is looking for me shot him right in front of my eyes. I just want to quit everything and have a normal life.” He confessed to you with watery eyes. You could see how hurt and affected he was, you couldn’t help trusting him. “What do you want from me?” You asked in a softer tone. “I didn’t want anything in the beginning but know that I got to know you better last night… I think you’re my Blue Love. I just want you to love me harder.” He said approaching you and pulling you in for a kiss.

Yeah, after that day you bumped into him you started dating him. It was like a love at first sight or a Blue Love like he liked to call it but somehow you felt it was real and not only a night stand love. Even though you spent some months dating him, he never dared to tell you his real name just in case the mafia got him and you had to run away. After that day you both ran away after a strong make out session. He wouldn’t allow you to stay alone in your apartment after that day first because he loved you and second because he wanted to protect you. Now that you were with him, you were also in the spotlight of the mafia.

You both were having a crazy yet amazing relationship. You loved listening to his stories and how he described what that Blue Love was. “Just imagine bumping into someone one day and seeing a strong blue aura around him. That is what’s called Blue Love. You know, love is usually related to the red color because of the passion but when it comes to the blue color it means it is a stronger love. A love that will endure even when the two lovers are dead. It is what people call true love.” He always explained to you as he played with your hair. “And why do you think it is me?” You asked him looking up at him. “Because I could see that blue aura around you the moment our hands met when I was trying to clean your shirt.” He answered and then pecked your lips softly. You could have never imagined a boy from a mafia would be this sweet but after hearing all he had to go through made you understand a little bit better his life choices.

He came from a poor and small family. His dad worked at a little bakery and his mom cleaned the houses of the neighbourhood. Both of them worked hard but never got rewarded properly. He grew up with the culture of working hard and being a good person to get good things from life. He had that philosophy until a member of a mafia murdered his parents because of not paying in time the rent of the bakery. In that moment he completely changed and knew that even if he did good things, life would never reward him. That’s how he started to hang around the dangerous streets of Korea. He walked never alone though. He always had that best friend by his side until his boss shot him right in front of his eyes. The moment he heard the gunshot he knew he would be alone forever. But that changed the day he found you and promised you to be with you even after death separated you.

You both finally started to have a “normal” life. An engagement ring hanging on your finger for the last month, you both moving into a new apartment out of Seoul ready to start a brand new life. Even though you had to quit your job, you were happily living with the man who was made for you. Both of you believing the mafia gave up on chasing him and planning to take another step on your relationship and start a happy family. Finally Woodz was able to be happy again and he was able to receive all the good things life had for him. Unfortunately this happiness didn’t last for long.

You both were walking hand in hand happily as you went back home from an amazing romantic dinner he prepared for you to celebrate your 2nd anniversary. Both of you couldn’t help getting emotional at all the memories you’ve been sharing for the past two years. “God… I love you so much… I can’t wait to have an amazing family with you.” He said leaning down to peck your lips. You both decided that night was the one you were going to make a baby and complete all your life goals. Little did you both know you wouldn’t be able to make it to home.

“Wow! What do we have here? It’s our little Woodz! What a surprise!” You heard a feminine voice from behind. You found yourself on a dark street which looked like something out of a scary movie. Woodz froze the moment he recognized the voice. “What do you want?” He said as he turned around to face the girl that has been chasing him for the past two years and the girl that shot his best friend 6 years ago. “Oh darling you perfectly know what I want.” She said, pulling out a gun and pointing at you. “Do I also have to kill her to get you back just like 6 years ago?” She said, smirking. You were scared and confused. Woodz had his eyes teary asking to himself what has he done bad in life to deserve this. First his best friend and now you. “If you are going to kill her, kill me too. I’m tired of this stupid game.” He said in between angry tears. You couldn’t believe he just asked that girl to kill you both. “What are you talking about? Please don’t do this to us, we can still be happy and have a family!” You said grabbing his arm trying to convince him. “Cannot you see all I do get me to bad places? I don’t want to keep hurting people (Y/N)!” He said sobbing. The image of him crying hard broke your heart. “Do it already, kill me.” You said to the girl with a challenging tone. She didn’t hesitate to press the trigger and shot you on your chest. Your body fell on Woodz arms who immediately grabbed you so you wouldn’t fall. “Babe it’s okay, everything will be okay. We have a Blue Love remember? We will find each other once again in another life. Promise me to Love me harder when we reunite.” He said crying, holding you in his arms and placing his hand on the bleeding wound so you could stay with him as long as your heart lasted. “I will…” That was the only thing you could tell him before relaxing all your muscles and leaving your body. He couldn’t believe your story ended like this. The night you were supposed to be on bed making a baby you were laying on the floor lifeless resting on his arms as he cried out his lungs with his hands covered with your blood. The image of your lifeless body in his arms and your lifeless eyes broke him. He always loved the gleamed your eyes had everytime you looked at him but now all that gleam, all the feelings you had and that express with your eyes were gone forever once you sould left your body.

“You’re a monster.” He insulted the girl right before receiving a shot on his chest as well falling next to your lifeless body. None of you planned this but for some reason destiny wanted you to meet him. Maybe it was because you were the only one able to make him happy in the last years of his life so you both could leave mortal’s world together and happily and you could start a better life wherever you were now.

According to the legend, the Blue Love is a love that lasts forever and that never dies. People say you can see a blue aura around the person that is connected to you. And as a never ending love, you and Woodz will meet again in your next life.

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Lazy Love | Cho Seungyoun

Request(s):

Haha fuck... your sub hangyul fic killed me i love you😭😭😭 And now that requests are open you know I have to request something with cockwarming seungyoun it’s my fucking dream 😭😭 sorry it’s not specific but if you added it to another fic i will love you forEVER. (But, honestly, i’ll love you no matter what you write)

one-shot smut about cockwarming seungyoun all night and then he fucks u lazily in the morning 🥺 can you put lots of dirty talk like he’s very loud in bed thank you! 🥺

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader.

↬ Genre: Fluff, Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, cockwarming, unprotected sex, very soft Seungyoun that deserves the whole world.

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↬ Song Recommendation: "Lazy Love" by Eden ft. Younha. It’s so good... and it really makes you feel and think about this kind of sensual sex.

The sunshine rays slightly illuminated the room, the dust particles dancing around as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times in order to get used to your surroundings. You were about to stretch when a soft breathing on your back reminded you of the situation you were currently in, your boyfriend’s arm resting on your waist like a puzzle piece pulling you closer to him. His hug was much appreciated, but you knew that if you didn’t get up right now this would end up with both of you laying in bed the whole day, so you tried to unclasp his grip from you, getting as a result him clinging more and making you aware of the warmth resting in you.

“Seungyoun…” As if to shut you up, his hand started drawing silly designs on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “We should get up…”

He let out a small complaint, his voice slightly hoarse. “Hmm… but I’m comfortable like this.”

Some nights, Seungyoun would feel more sensitive than usual, getting more whiny than usual. As those nights became more frequent, you were running out of ideas to comfort him, until he came up with another one: sleeping while he was inside of you. You smiled remembering how it felt like some kind of excuse to get more sex often, but it genuinely surprised you how he merely wanted to have you close, few times ending up with heated sessions. And if you were to be honest… you got used to it to the point where it became routine, feeling extremely lonely when he had to stay at the studio or go away and couldn’t spend nights with you.

As you continued telling the reasons to get up, he placed small kisses on your shoulders, waking up and starting to try and find another position that was more comfortable. Each bit of friction added to his caressing caused you to get wet, his member hardening until he pulled out, making you sigh before he laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest and burying in your heat again. That was his strategy whenever he didn’t want to let go of you: he knew you wouldn’t be able to fight against his heavy body and would end up just giving in.

“We can never get up early because of you doing this.” You gave up, as always, playing with his hair, admiring the contrast between his eyelashes and his pale skin as his eyes fluttered shut. “You have to get up.”

“Are you sure you want to get up now?” The playful tone in his voice was enough to know that he wasn’t going to let you go, mouth starting to suck on the skin of your breasts, his stare finding yours as he licked one of your nipples.

It was a rather sinful view, to be honest: his messy hair sticking every way, his sleepy eyes looking right back at you, his teeth nibbling on the skin softly, a smirk spreading on his lips as he felt you getting wetter. He let go of your nipple only to repeat the action with the other one, moving his hips carefully, a sigh escaping from him as you tightened around him. Seungyoun knew all and each of your weaknesses and would take advantage of them whenever he felt like, coming up to kiss you in the sweetest way.

Both of your bodies were a little bit numb, the sleepiness washing away with each touch, his movements still lazy and you weren’t sure whether he was doing it on purpose or if he simply needed to wake up. In case it was the latter, you wrapped your legs around him and pushed him against you, panting in his ear as he filled you even more, loving the way he would get harder inside of you. However, he continued to roll his hips deliberately slow, his breaths impacting against the skin of your neck before he bit on it, running his tongue up and sucking on your earlobe.

“I missed your heat so much.” You felt your walls clenching at his words, his husky tone simply adding to the attractiveness. “Keep tightening around me, love.”

You weren’t sure if he was completely awake, but you didn’t care either, following his request and hugging him close to you. At times like this, nothing felt enough, your body and mind craving for more of Seungyoun and he knew that. It drove him crazy when you couldn’t get enough of him, when nothing else was in your thoughts except for him and the way he felt, his touch on every inch of his body. His hands searched for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he kept them above your head, his tired eyes taking in your beauty.

The contrast between your skin and his, your swollen lips slightly parted trying to catch your breath after each sharp thrust, the way you gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, your hair completely tangled, your insides trapping him and making it so much difficult to try to pull out… everything about you was intoxicating and there was nothing that he loved more than these small moments of happiness he got to share with you. All of the hardships he had to go through were definitely worth it as long he could spend the rest of his days with you like this.

“Seungyoun…” He didn’t need to hear more to understand that you were close, one of his hands leaving yours and spitting on his fingers a bit only to place them on your clit afterwards, rubbing circles on it.

“Can you feel how deep I am in you, baby?” His question was followed by his cock burying completely inside of you, smiling as you nodded while biting your bottom lip. “I want to fill you up even more.”

His innocent eyes didn’t match his words at all. “Then do it.” You could feel him twitch and it was your turn to smirk at him. “Spill inside of me, Seungyoun. Make me yours.”

“Not fair…” His pace finally picked up, the friction stimulating you as he rammed into you. “You know all of my weaknesses.”

You giggled, interrupted by a moan when he found your sweet spot. “As if you didn’t know mine...” Taking his hair and yanking it softly, you pressed kisses along the line of his jaw, a low grunt vibrating against your lips on his throat. “Cum inside me, Seungyoun.”

Even if you begged for him to do so, there was no way he would cum before you. It would simply hurt his ego if he couldn’t make you reach your own high first, so his fingers pressed harshly against your sensitive nub and rubbed faster, humming at the way you cried out for him. Feeling your thighs shaking, he rammed into you a few more times, groaning as he emptied himself in you.

“You always look so pretty when cumming…” His breathing was slightly irregular as he whispered the praising against your skin, tasting the salty flavor of the sweat coating it.

“You do too.” Your finger traced small hearts on his cheeks. “And you know what other thing is pretty? Your smelly breath.”

“Yours it’s quite cute as well, almost a killing point, honestly.” His laugh vibrated against your chest as you slapped his shoulder softly. He pressed a kiss to your lips, laying down on top of you again. “It is cute, though. I like it.”

“This is too much praising…” He pretended to not understand, hiding a grin. “You want to stay in bed, don’t you?”

Seungyoun snuggled, chuckling when you discovered him. “Five more minutes?”

“You are lucky I love you.” He sighed as one of your hands played with his hair, the other one stroking his back, before replying with a soft murmur.

“I love you too.”

Actually this could have been so much better... but since I wanted to make it very soft and sweet I tried to keep it lowkey uwu.

~Nani

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around and around - six

pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader

au: idolverse

warnings: none

wordcount: 5.4k

description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.

The air is especially cold today.

It whips through your hair, and bites at your cheeks, turning them pink. You stuff your hands deeper into the pockets of your long padded jacket, curling up your fingers. A harsh, hot breath slips past your lips, showing up in front of you like smoke.

You sit by the river, watching people walk over that familiar bridge, watching the doors of shops and restaurants open and close on the other side, watching lights blink off through apartment windows as time passes. You sit in silence and watch.

You think a group of young teenagers recognize you at one point. The girls giggle and point at you, and make comments about how pretty you are just loud enough that you think they must be hoping you’ll notice and come to greet them. The boys remark that you’re not as pretty without makeup on.

Earlier, you called your mom. You had the intention to tell her about how heavy your heart has been lately, how you don’t know what to do, that you need advice. But she spilled her worries to you instead, about money and debt and your dad’s health. So you just told her you’d send her money next time you get paid, and wished her well, and hung up. Without saying a word about your problems.

It’s not that they’re bottled up, or that nobody knows but you. Because Jiseo, Eunmi, and Soohyun all know. They’ve been watching over you carefully, despite all their personal things going on too. Even your managers, who don’t know the specifics, have been tiptoeing around you.

It’s not just the air that’s cold.

You feel cold inside, too.

You pull your phone out after a while, turning it on to check the time. It’s a little past midnight. You’ve been here for a couple of hours.

After some thought, you unlock your phone and open your text messages, two names at the top.

You changed Seungyoun’s contact name from Youn to Cho Seungyoun, as per Jiseo’s request. You’re trying to distance yourself from him, in the smallest ways. When you open his messages, there are probably around fifteen different texts, all asking for you to answer him, or telling you he’s sorry in some way.

The other one says Wooseok-oppa. You didn’t change that one. When you open his, there is only one message from his side.

Y/N-ah. I want to talk. Meet me at the first restaurant we went to at ten, tonight. The budae-jjigae place.

He sent it this morning. You never answered.

You sigh, turning your phone off and tucking it away again as you stand up.

You don’t want to think about these things, but they won’t leave you alone.

You know it’s not brave, and it’s not the right thing to do, but these days, you don’t care.

You ignore them.

L/N F/N, fatigue obvious even with a mask on

1. [+560, -105] Ah… can’t an idol control their expressions? You’re making money off of your fans and you can’t even smile at the airport? Y/N-ah, let’s work harder...

2. [+555, -42] Looking at her expression pisses me off

3. [+463, -23] What the… did she dress herself??? Someone fire her coordi

4. [+40, -4] Soohyun is the pretty one in this group

5. [+29, -12] Yah, everyone leaving hate comments… do you not feel tired at the airport??? We don’t know what’s going on in her life.

> Brainless fan

You scroll down the article, reading the comments people have left about you. The four of you just arrived back in Korea from a concert abroad, and the photos from the airport yesterday have already been posted.

Your teeth latch onto your lower lip, chewing and pulling the top layer of skin off, blood pooling up in tiny spots. It’s a metallic, bitter taste when you run your tongue over it.

“Don’t look at those kind of things,”

You look up, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth when Wooseok sits down in front of you, his fingers gently pushing your phone down onto the table.

It took a lot of worked up courage to finally text him back a few weeks later, apologizing for the long time between his first message and your response, and asking if he still wanted to meet up when you return to Korea. But he said yes regardless.

“I shouldn’t,” you admit, turning your phone off. “It’s hard, though. I get curious.”

Wooseok nods, settling into his chair. “I know the feeling.”

“Do you ever look?” you ask, that curiosity making an appearance. He has been an idol a lot longer than you. “Or did you, if you don’t now?”

He glances away, a somewhat burdened half-smile painting his face. “I always do, even if I tell myself not to. People had a lot to say about me at one point. I guess I like seeing positive things, since they’re more common nowadays.”

You rest your chin on your hand, watching him despite the way he avoids meeting your eyes. “You deserve that. It must have been hard.”

Wooseok sighs deeply, shaking his head like he’s shaking off memories. “It was. I have different problems now.”

“What can I get for the two of you today?” you look up to find a middle-aged woman with an apron on, no pen and paper in sight. Her accent is obvious, but it kind of calms you. You’re far away from Seoul, in a small town about a twenty-minute drive from Busan. The beach is nearby; you could smell the salty breeze when you walked up to this diner.

“I’ll have a bowl of kalguksu,” you tell her, having looked at the menu while waiting for Wooseok.

“Pork rice soup, please,” Wooseok says without missing a beat. You think he’s just assuming they make that here. “And a seafood pancake to share.”

“It’ll be out soon,” the waitress tells you with a kind smile, walking back to the kitchen.

The place is fairly busy, but it’s mostly fishermen and other elderly, who don’t care to pay attention to a couple of young people sitting in the back corner.

It feels good. It feels like you don’t have to hide here.

“How was the concert?” Wooseok asks, bringing you back from your thoughts.

You shrug, tugging at your fingers to crack the knuckles. “It was good. Fun.”

“You seem tired,” he comments, and you let out a somewhat bitter chuckle.

“Doesn’t everyone think so?”

Wooseok frowns. “Are you talking about that article? Y/N-ah, I told you, it’s not worth it to look at those.”

You sigh. “Oppa, I’m feeling really burnt out lately,” you slump over onto the table like a kid who’s about to fall asleep, avoiding looking directly at him. “And I don’t know what to do about anything.”

“Is that why you ignored me?” he asks, with a direct tone that you weren’t expecting. You look up, eyes wide. “Because you don’t know what to do about anything?”

You sit up, frowning. “I don’t… that was…”

Wooseok’s expression is vague, like it tends to be. “I can tell that something happened with Seungyoun. You never shut yourself off like that, and he went from moping about and constantly doing all these deep sighs to acting completely normal again- and yet he wouldn’t say anything about his personal life to me. When he was sneaking out, it wasn’t to see you, was it?”

“He was sneaking out to see someone?” you question, the words weak and tight in your throat.

“That’s what you think is important about this?” Wooseok replies, his eyebrows drawing together in a clear show of frustration.

You look away, turning your head to watch the patrons mingle in the diner.

The air feels heavy.

“…I’m not upset,” Wooseok finally says after a moment of thick silence. You glance over at him without moving your head, tugging on your fingers in your lap. He stares to the side. “I just don’t understand why you want to run from me.” his eyes flash to you for just a second. “I’m not Seungyoun.”

You nearly flinch at his name. “…I know you’re not,” you respond, your voice airy and quiet.

“Then what do I have to do with your conflicts with him?” Wooseok questions, the volume of his voice rising a little with each word. “You and I exist outside of you and I and him.” he really looks at you this time. “Do we not?”

“...I’m sorry,” you say after a moment, your voice cracking. “I know I’m a shitty friend. You do so much more for me than I ever do for you. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I just… I feel really lost, and that’s all I can think about right now.”

It’s quiet again.

“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok says hesitantly, and you meet his gaze.

It surprises you, how tender he looks in that moment. His eyes aren’t sharp like they were a moment ago, the dim light strikes his cheekbones and makes him even handsomer than he already is. He has no makeup, nothing in his hair. He looks plain, and yet Wooseok is anything but plain to you.

“You have to be a stronger person than this,” he says, as a statement. “I know how hard this life is. We chose a hard life-” he stops himself, swallows, takes a deep breath. “It’s hard, but-”

“Wooseok-oppa,” you cut him off, something pulling at your heartstrings. “You already told me that we’re the same. You said you keep things to yourself, too.” you pause, reaching over and placing your hand on the fist he has knotted up atop the table. “You don’t have to solve my problems. Let’s just be a little lost together.”

He tilts his head to the left, a doubtful smirk appearing for a moment along with a chuckle of disbelief. “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh,” you respond simply, at which he laughs. “Let’s eat some food, and walk on the beach. We can just pretend all the stuff that’s bothering us doesn’t exist.”

Wooseok opens his hand up under yours, so that you can hold it. “If that’s what you want.”

“No, like this,” you tell Jiseo, pulling your foot behind you in a quick rond-de-jambe and leaving your upper body facing front as long as you can before turning along with your foot in a quick, swift movement.

“Fucking fuck!” Jiseo groans, dropping down into a squat and looking at you through the mirror. “My stiff, old body doesn’t move like that, Y/N.”

You give her an unimpressed look, hands on your hips. “You’re only two years older than me, unnie.”

“Whatever,” she sighs, slumping over onto the ground. “I don’t wanna have a comeback yet. I’m tired. And they rejected my song for the title track. So now we have to do this shit instead.”

“What, you don’t like the song?” you ask, sitting down next to her. “I do. It’s fun!”

“You think it’s fun because you actually like it when we have hard choreography,” Jiseo grumbles.

You reach over and pat her stomach, laughing when she lets out a dramatic cough. “I’m sorry your song didn’t get picked. I really liked that one too.”

Jiseo sighs. “Maybe next time.”

Ding!

“Is that yours or mine?” Jiseo asks, not looking like she’d get up either way.

“I’ll check,” you say, getting up with some effort since your legs are pretty tired from dancing all day.

You walk over to the couch at the back of the studio, taking out your phone from your bag first and turning it on. Lo and behold, it was yours.

Wooseok-oppa

*sent image*

Yah, did you get locked up again?

You chuckle, opening the text to see a screenshot of your instagram story, where you’d posted a picture of you in the dance studio. It’s the same one where Wooseok hung out with you that day, so you can see why he might think that way.

You

not this time hahaha

“What are you giggling about over there?” Jiseo calls out. You glance at her over your shoulder with a grin, and hold up your phone.

“Unnie, smile!”

“Huh-”

Click!

You laugh maniacally as Jiseo groans about not being ready for a photo, and repeatedly questioning why you took it and who you’re sending it to.

You

*sent image*

with my bestie

Wooseok-oppa

Make sure to eat.

You

you too, oppa~~~~

“Just start dating already,”

You nearly jump out of your skin, not having noticed that Jiseo got up and started reading off your phone over your shoulder. You groan, shoving her away.

“Leave me alone.”

She sticks out her tongue. “You sent him a shitty, ugly picture of me so I’ll take all the revenge I want.”

“That’s just what you look like all the time, though.”

“Yah!”

Ding!

“Hold on,” you mutter as Jiseo begins whining about you being a brat again. You check to see if Wooseok replied, but it wasn’t him who texted you.

Jamiezzz

ik things are kinda weird between you and seungyoun

but

we are all gathering tonight at that one restaurant with the all you can eat barbeque

just come a little later and he’ll be wasted so you don’t even have to talk

You sigh as you read your friend’s texts, wondering how she can even tell that you and Seungyoun haven’t been on good terms. Or any terms at all, basically.

You set your phone back in your bag, stretching out your neck and shoulders. You’ll respond to that later.

“Unnie,” you call out. “Let’s start from the top again.”

Hours later, you’re staring at Jimin’s texts while lying on your bed, holding your phone up above your face. Your nose is in extreme danger because of this position, but that’s part of the fun of it.

You chuck your phone to the end of your bed, roll over, and stuff your face in your pillow, groaning.

You are very, very scared at the idea of seeing Seungyoun face-to-face. How does Jimin even know that he’ll get drunk tonight? If he’s totally sober, which he tends to be, you can’t even imagine how awkward things will get as soon as you arrive. But if you text and ask if he is, then that seems weird too.

But damn, does all you can eat BBQ sound really good right now. You’re going to have to sneak, and probably walk off some of the weight afterwards so it doesn’t seem like you ate a lot to your manager, but whatever.

In a sudden movement, you spring off of your bed and walk over to your handheld mirror, holding it up to your face.

“Fuck,” you say under your breath. Your makeup looks so crusty right now. Do you really want to redo that, and fix your hair, and make a whole outfit, and risk and embarrassment and shame and anxiety… just for a good deal on dinner?

Well, yeah. You were raised right.

And that place was some of the best beef you’ve had in your young adult life.

You sit down at your desk, fixing up your makeup with some rosewater spray, fresh concealer and lipstick, then pulling your hair up into one of those purposefully messy buns in an attempt to make it look good.

You throw on a haphazard outfit, only caring that it’s warm and you have a hat, and head out, glad to see that nobody is out in the living room to question where you’re going.

You take the car, promising yourself that you won’t drink tonight.

And when you finally park on the street in front of the restaurant, you feel sick to your stomach.

Ding!

Jamiezzz

y/nnnnn are you coming?

say yes

“Oh my god,” you mutter to yourself as you sit in the car, realizing what exactly you’ve done. You’re already here now, and you’re too proud to drive all the way back without even eating with your friends…

You

im coming in now :)

Quickly, you check your hair and makeup in the mirror on the sun visor, trying to keep your hands from shaking.

Then you grab your bag, and exit the car, putting a few coins into the meter on the backstreet you parked in.

You walk into the restaurant, keeping your head down as you walk past the open area to the hallway with the private rooms. Last time, everyone was in Room 2, so you go there again, peeking in before sliding open the door.

“Y/N!” Jimin calls as soon as she sees you, a blush already prominent on her cheeks. She hauls herself up from the floor, holding a glass of beer as she comes over to greet you.

You laugh nervously, grabbing her hand to keep the drink from pouring all over you and the floor. “Hi.”

“Come on, come sit down,” Jimin tugs you to the table, and as you’re sitting down, you notice that Seungyoun isn’t even here.

“How’s your comeback stuff going, Y/N?” Vernon asks once you’re situated, Jimin getting some meat off the grill for you to start eating.

You pick up a pair of chopsticks, thanking Jimin quietly before you answer. “Pretty good. It’s not gonna be a huge, full-scale thing anyway. Our promotion period will only be a week, because we’re doing some stuff in Japan afterwards.”

“Don’t you love when they schedule activities back to back like that?” Hyunggu adds sarcastically.

“Cheers to that.” you clink the glass in front of you with some kind of alcohol in it with his.

“When’s Seungyoun coming back?” Vernon asks after a few minutes of casual conversation.

“I don’t know, when he gets back from picking up Kim Wooseok and Sahee.”

You freeze.

“Oh, right,” Vernon hums, going back to munching on a ssam.

“You never mentioned that to me, unnie,” you tell Jimin through a tight smile, hoping nobody will notice how grim you suddenly look because they’re all a little wasted. The beer here is super cheap.

She gives you a bright smile, like what you’ve just said barely even ran through her mind. “I didn’t?”

You sigh, putting your head in your hands, not bothering to try and make it look like you’re not stressed out by this turn of events. Of course. Of fucking course. Of fucking course this happens.

“I think I’m gonna leave,” you announce, standing up, to which Jimin immediately grabs onto your ankle and starts whining, and Vernon and Hyunggu question why.

“Y/N,” Jimin drags out your name in a sing-song way, rubbing her cheek onto your leg. “You always ditch us. Do you not love me anymore?”

You sigh sharply. “That’s not it-”

“We’re back!”

The door slides open with force, and as you turn your head instinctively, you meet eyes with Seungyoun, who looks significantly more drunk than you think you’ve ever seen him before.

“Cho Seungyoun!” Jimin calls from the floor, letting go of you to stand up. “Where the heck were you?”

“Taxis are a rough business,” he replies vaguely, walking forward, then turning to you and ruffling your hair unexpectedly. Your eyes are wide when he grins at you. “Y/N-ie, it’s been a while.”

“...Huh?” the noise of surprise barely passes your lips.

“Ah, looks good,”

You look past Seungyoun, who moves to sit down next to Vernon on the other side of the table, and see Sahee stretching her arms out in front of her, following Seungyoun and sitting next to him.

And lastly, Wooseok, hands tucked into his coat-pockets, looking like the only other sober person here. You see him let out a soft sigh, and sit down on your left.

You sit back down once Jimin does too.

How are you ever going to get out of this one?

“Since when were you coming?” Wooseok says quietly from your side as the conversation picks up between everyone else.

You pick at your food, the nerves now coursing through you making you lose your appetite. “Since Jimin texted me and made me feel bad for not coming.”

“I would’ve warned you, had I known you’d be here,” he responds, setting a ssam on your plate. You mumble a thanks.

“It’s okay.” you glance at Seungyoun, who is laughing hard, a blush struck across his cheeks. Sahee smiles over at him. And you know what kind of smile that is. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Just stick it out for a few minutes and we can get out of here,” Wooseok ducks his head to whisper that to you, the corner of his lip lifting when you turn towards him. “Promise.”

“Let’s just go to Busan again,” you say, a smile rising on your face as you remember kicking sand at him a few days ago. “That lady at the restaurant will probably remember our orders.”

He chuckles. “A few too many ladies at restaurants remember us at this point.”

“Hey, not that many!”

“The budae-jjigae place, the place we got chicken, the dessert cafe-”

“Yah yah yah!”

Jimin practically shouts, making you cringe and turn to look at her. She has a devilish smirk, but it’s pretty lopsided, and the blush on her face is only getting darker. She is straight up drunk at this point.

“These two look a little suspicious!” she slaps a hand on your shoulder. “Whatcha talkin’ about over there?”

You point to yourself with a frown. “Who? Me and Wooseok-oppa?”

“Oppa?!” Jimin repeats wildly.

Oh, fuck.

“I didn’t know you two were that close,” Hyunggu comments from the other end of the table, looking mischievous.

Panicking, you look to Wooseok, hoping he understands that you don’t know what to do in this situation. He opens his mouth to presumably clear things up in some smart, Wooseok way, but Sahee interrupts before he can start talking.

“Hey, are you two dating?” she points a chopstick at you, grinning. “You’d look cute together!”

Stunned into silence by this whole predicament, you can’t even respond to say no, and Wooseok doesn’t seem to prepared to reply either.

“Woah, they’re definitely dating, look at them-” Jimin starts with a laugh, but gets sharply cut off.

“No they aren’t,” Seungyoun practically snaps at her, pushing something around on his plate, avoiding anyone’s eyes.

“How do you know?” Sahee questions, seemingly not fazed by Seungyoun’s sudden dark demeanor. You frown, trying to make out his expression, but there’s little there on his face to read.

“He’s right, we’re not,” Wooseok finally answers, quietly.

“Well, you should consider it,” Sahee responds, plopping a piece of meat into her mouth. “Y/N is so cute, and Wooseok-ssi, you’re good-looking too!”

“Is that the only thing that matters?” Wooseok says coolly. “How people look? How they look next to each other?”

Sahee seems taken aback, frowning slightly. “...I mean, it matters a little bit-”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you interrupt, feeling tension rise between the two of them. “Anyone need to come along?”

Nobody says yes, so you stand with your bag, patting Jimin on the head and saying you’ll be right back, hoping the atmosphere will be better when you return.

You make your way through the restaurant with the turtleneck of your sweater pulled up over half your face, checking to see if there’s a bathroom inside the place. But there isn’t, so you opt to just step outside, walking over to where you parked instead, and just leaning against your car, hands tucked under your arms to keep warm.

You sigh, tipping your head back and looking up at the night sky. Why did you come? Sometimes you think your brain self-sabotages on purpose. Forces you to do things with poor excuses, that it builds up as being much stronger reasons than they are. Forces you into bad places. Maybe to try and make you learn, or make you change.

The stars aren’t super visible tonight. Maybe there’s more pollution in the air, or maybe the lights around are too bright. It’s what you notice, as you try to clear your head.

You pull your phone out of your bag and turn it on.

Jiseo-unnie

Come back soon, we have practice tomorrow morning.

Manager Dowoon

Y/N, make sure you don’t stay out late, and don’t let anyone take pictures of you.

Don’t ruin the comeback.

Remember the other members

Dowoon tends to do that. Despite Jiseo’s image- short, roughly cut dyed green hair, dark eyeliner, black clothes- you’re really the “troublemaker” of the group. And your manager loves to remind you of that. He loves to make you feel guilty for going out when your members stay home, even if they’ve never voiced complaints about it to you. He loves to criticize you for holding the group back. He loves to suggest that you’ll be the one to cause your group’s first big scandal someday.

You sigh again.

You

don’t worry, i’ll be back soon

this is boring anyway

You try to make sure Jiseo never feels bad for asking you to give up your free time. Truthfully, if you were a better idol, a better group member, maybe even a better person, you’d give it all up without question. You’d give up your other friends, and your romantic interests. You’d forget all about it to focus on work.

But you never seem to be able to do that.

Maybe all those comments people write about you are right.

“L/N F/N,”

Your head whips to the left, eyes wide as they match Seungyoun’s. He saunters up with a lack of balance evident in his steps, and nearly falls after tripping on the crack in the sidewalk. You grab his arm to stabilize him, letting go like you’ve touched fire as soon as you think he’s okay on his own.

“This isn’t the bathroom,” Seungyoun says, leaning on the car next to you. You’re thankful he does that, so you don’t have to look directly at him. You can almost pretend he’s someone else.

Only he has Seungyoun’s voice, and Seungyoun’s air, and Seungyoun’s touch as he just barely brushes against you when he adjusts how he’s standing.

You can’t ignore it.

It still makes your heart race.

“...I know,” you respond, your voice a breath in the breeze. “I couldn’t find it.”

That’s a lie. But you do that a lot around him, don’t you?

“Jimin didn’t tell me you were coming,” Seungyoun continues, like the comment about the bathroom was just to make sure you’re listening to him. “Did she tell you I’d be here?”

Your breath catches in your throat. Something is pulling at you, telling you to look at him. But you can’t. You can’t. “Uh-huh.”

Seungyoun hums in response, but doesn’t say anything else.

You tug on your fingers, feeling the bones pop.

“...But she didn’t mention Sahee, or Wooseok.” you add, still quiet. “So that was a surprise.”

“Kim Sahee,” Seungyoun says, with the tone of someone deeply pondering something. Like her name came out of The Republic, a philosophical thought. “She comes around a lot lately.”

“Oh?” you say, although it’s tight in your throat.

You see him nod out of your peripheral vision. “Yeah.”

You glance over- just for a fleeting moment. He’s wavering, hands splayed against the hood of the car to keep him stable, his cheeks are red.

You’d forgotten for a moment. That you’re the only sober one between you two.

“I think… I’m gonna go home now,” you say after a moment’s hesitation. There’s a rock in your chest, the kind that makes it hard to swallow, hard to breathe. It’s weighing you down, making your hands shake. You need to drive in the night, and sleep for hours. You need to get away from Seungyoun.

“Y/N-ah,” Seungyoun says, a trace of desperation in his voice. He turns his whole body towards you, drawing your attention. When you look at him, he’s frowning. “Why don’t you like me anymore?”

For a moment, you just stare at him, mouth dropped open in shock.

And then a cold wave of panic hits you like a riptide.

The rock is a boulder now.

“...Huh?” you manage, gripping onto the handle of your bag so hard that your knuckles change colors.

Seungyoun grabs your shoulders, leaning in close to your face. You pull away, but that seems to make him more fervent. “Why did you tell me that Sahee loves me? I didn’t need to know that. That’s not something I was waiting to hear from you.”

“What?” you say, frozen in place. “What are you-”

“Why did you call me oblivious? Was it really just that? Was it just about Sahee? Y/N-ah, you have to tell me,” he shakes you. “Please. Just tell me that. Just tell me that.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you whisper, hands shaking so fiercely you’re afraid you’ll drop your bag.

“Just answer me,” Seungyoun says, his voice shuddering with every word. His face is inches from yours, and his hold on you is so tight you don’t think you could pull away even if you tried.

You stare at him, at his watery, unfocused eyes. At the slope of his nose, tinged pink. At the way his hair falls over the sides of his face, as he hasn’t done anything to it recently.

His eyes.

Can they even see you right now?

“...I don’t have an answer,” you tell him, each word striking pain into your chest.

And then he kisses you.

You think you remember- the first time you thought about what it would be like to kiss Seungyoun. It was not long after you first met him. He looked really handsome, that night. It was before he cut his hair. You didn’t like him, yet. You were extremely busy and barely had time to see your friends, so you didn’t know him that well. But you remember that for the first time, you thought he was handsomer than Vernon. It seemed huge to you, because despite never seeing Vernon in that sort of way, you always agreed with the young-Leo diCaprio thing. You always thought he was one of the best-looking guys you knew personally.

But Seungyoun that night, at some cheap side-of-the-road place selling makgeolli to ajusshis... he became the best-looking guy you knew personally.

He smiled at you then, with his eyes tucked up into his cheeks, and when his face relaxed out of the smile, you thought about if he would be the type to smile into a kiss. You always thought he would. That he would be the type to laugh and tease you and bump teeth while kissing you because he couldn’t wipe the smile away long enough to do it properly. You thought that would become his properly.

He’s not smiling now. And neither are you.

You always thought kissing Seungyoun would be electric. Sparks would fly, and the room would spin around you. You thought it would be the precursor to him asking you to be his girlfriend. That it would be the happiest moment of your life so far.

Instead, it’s sloppy. His lips don’t land exactly on top of yours, and the hand that finds its way to your face pushes up too far, too close to your eye. His teeth bump into your mouth, but it just feels awkward and uncomfortable. And he pulls away quickly, opening his eyes back up to stare at yours, which never closed in the first place.

Seungyoun looks at you expectantly.

His eyes are unfocused. He wobbles.

“You’re drunk,” you whisper, swallowing. He doesn’t answer.

You pull Seungyoun’s hands off of you, to little resistance.

“Goodnight,” you tell him, looking away.

You walk around the back of your car and step down onto the road, pulling out your keys. You unlock it, and get in the driver’s side, sitting down and shutting the door behind you. You lock all four doors instinctively.

Seungyoun tries to pull on the handle of the passenger side once.

You put the key in the ignition, and start the engine. You don’t turn on music. You put the gear into drive.

And you leave.

And you leave behind a part of you with Seungyoun, standing on the side of a one-way road in a side street, alone.

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