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glorianamultistan · 10 months

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omg,, can i like, request park seojoon x male reader?? maybe something like some smut after a swimming session 😩 (because seojoon shirtless does unimaginable things to me, and it being forbidden would be so hot hhdhsgs)

love your writing!! keep up the good work omg

OMG! Thank you so much @flwrboi for requesting this. It took too much time, but I hope what I write will be worth it. Also, since you have not specified the reader's disposition, I am taking some liberty. This is obviously, a work of fiction, just presented in a different form.

Park Seojoon x Male Reader

I do not own the pic.

This letter was found in Seojoon's private room at the swimming club, it was not meant to be read by you but due to the request of many and the freedom of knowledge, here it is revealed, through some edits to conceal the names of the most immediate persons, you may form your opinions but remember that offense is allusive and envy is the real poison.

Hyung,

I never thought that I would be related, even if distantly, to you, and in the moments of our first random encounters as relatives, we both know how we tried to not let the past interfere with our present.

The first night in that hotel, when you took me to your room, a mere 19-year-old virgin, with an upcoming star, I felt the golds and whites rush through your skin into my body and all other marks and reliques you left on me; I preserved them till I was able to so without losing my sanity.

For months I felt the ghost of touches and bites on my whole body, you were there, on the screen, shinning brighter than ever and I lived on with the hauntings; nobody after you came close to make me live through those sensations again, they bit, spanked, kissed and put it in the same spots but all were just a parody.

Then, slowly, I recovered from the past and tried to focus on my current life; I had to finish my university degree, and watching you reach new heights assured me that the chance encounter was some cosmic justice done to me to balance out all the past misfortunes.

Yet, after two years of that, there you were again, with a blonde undercut, smiling, the perfect boyfriend of the perfect child of the family. Did you choose my cousin to come back to me? I know, I dream a lot.

I saw the disbalance in your eyes as I was introduced to you, but we had roles to play; we did well, for the most part of it. Two, three, four family gatherings, and the thread was thin, wafered ice, one hot breath away from the abysmal collapse.

And when you were asked to drop me off at my flat, you had to deny, you had to say no and I had to say that I am fine, and should've taken a cab.

I will mark that as the turn, the makeout in the car, the blowjob, the whole night at my flat; you kissed every time with such a fierce will to not let go that the whole next week my tongue felt rough, were you scared that it won't ever happen again? Is that why you wanted to fill me 'to the brim, everywhere'?

Then came the suggestion of swimming lessons, and the naive little cousin of mine, she thought you were a caring hyung to offer help to me.

Your manager arranged everything, and I could not be more thankful to anyone, booking the swimming club for the whole days we were there, covering up for us; for a moment I thought you were sleeping with him too to make him do this much for us, but some people genuinely want to see us happy.

There, in the pool, as you taught me how to swim, I always looked over at your body, glistening with water, and felt as if I were to touch you, you would flow away, like a mirage, but you always assured by quite smoothly going in me that you will be there, holding me, using me and keeping me with you.

You broke up with my cousin after your relationship was publicised and my whole family went against you. So I had no choice but to cut them out of my life to be with you, still, holding on to your promise of living together; I have waited for more than a year now.

Yesterday after we had our swimming session, and we had to drain out the pool as you insisted on doing it in the pool, I put this in your room before leaving, as a confession, though we have confessed many times before, and as a reminder to fulfill your promise too.

I will be meeting you next week now as you have to go abroad, so I hope you come back to me first before going to your place; I will wait while wearing your favourite apron.

love you,

M/L.

P.S.:- If you liked it, you can support me by buying me a coffee; link's on my page.

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manggojooz · 5 years

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Foolish Love, Fake Love (Part 1)

pairing: idol!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

word count: 2,412

genre: idol!au; angst; romance; drama

warnings: none

previous part: Prologue

summary: If all you can give me is a fake love, then I will be the fool to pretend that it’s all true.

♫ “I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love” ♫

A punch lands heavily on your upper arm and you immediately stopped in the middle of the pavement, panting hard from all the running. Spinning to your side, you yelped at Yuri who was to blame for the throbbing pain.

“Can you please just change that ringtone already, it is so freaking embarrassing”, Yuri said through gritted teeth while looking around, trying to avoid the attention both of you had garnered in the park.

You stuck out your tongue at her and gave her a friendly push before taking your phone out to answer it.

“What’s up Ssam Chun... Yeah I’m exercising with Yuri... What, now? Ok, see you in the office”, Yuri could only hear your one-sided responses as she paces around you to cool down.

“Ssam Chun’s looking for us, something about a new job”, you huffed at Yuri, still panting since both of you were getting competitive during the jogging.

“One day I'm gonna change that ringtone myself”, Yuri mumbles as she walks back up to you.

“Heyyyy, I don’t touch your Park Seojoon wallpaper, do I?”, you griped.

“Yeah, and my Park Seojoon wallpaper doesn’t yell “I AM A CRAZY FANGIRL” in public, does it?”, Yuri challenges.

“Fine, I will change my ringtone...”, you conceded, and started to jog back towards the office.

“... when they release their new song!”, you yelled back at Yuri.

She rolls her eyes, sighs and gave chase after you.

---

“I told you I will give you the next tranch by the end of this week!”, a male voice bellows as Yuri and you approach the standalone shophouse in the alleyway sandwiched amongst worn down low-rise residential buildings.

You gave each other a little nod before dashing through the opened glass doors to see a pack of men standing around the room, cornering a few students wearing taekwondo outfits.

“These look valuable...”, a provocative voice chimes from a tiny woman circling the room, who swishes her hands precariously near a row of glass trophies displayed in one cabinet.

“Don’t touch them”, the man commanded as he catches her by her wrist just before she was about to land a finger on one of the fragile decorations.

She smiles a sly smile, “Don’t touch me.”

“This has nothing to do with the kids, let them go”, he insisted without releasing his hold on her.

“How can I let them go? They have to be here to be my witnesses... to prove that you grabbed me first”, she smirks with a pretensive demure tone.

“Ssam Chun, let go”, Yuri said sternly before turning to the devious woman, “We have called the police. You’d better get out of here now.”

“What good is having two ex-UFC fighters when you can’t even make money?”, her eyes cunningly looked between Yuri and you as she dusts her wrists with a disdain for the man who was holding on to them earlier.

Yuri restrains herself from launching at her but snidely retorts, “At least we don’t go around obstructing other people’s business or destroying their property.”

You had circled around the pack of men to stand between them and the students cornered inside the practice room.

The shrewd woman lets out a soft chuckle, “I wasn’t even going to touch anything”, she confidently rebuts as though waiting for someone to challenge her.

You had enough of her antics and with no warning you swung your fist a hair’s breadth away from the face of one of her minions and he catches your hand right as they flew near his cheekbone. Everyone immediately tenses in the room and the minion swears, while pulling you in and raising his other hand threateningly.

“I wasn’t even going to touch you”, you hissed at him. Turning to his female boss you spat, “Hey, Madam... he grabbed me first, we have witnesses too.”

She looked completely unfazed, giving you a crooked grin before turning on her heels to head out. “Three days”, she tosses her words as her pack of henchmen flock out behind her.

---

“How much do we still owe Madam Yoo?”, you questioned Ssam Chun after Yuri and you had sent the students home.

“That’s for me to worry, I am feeling sorry enough that the both of you have to constantly be involved”, Ssam Chun replied.

“We’ve talked about this before. You took us in and set up this company when we had nowhere to go. It’s our problem too”, Yuri rebuffs.

“What was it you wanted to talk to us about earlier?”, you sat down onto the floor mats after a physically exhausting morning.

“Oh right, that... There’s a junior I know from school, he’s a manager at some entertainment company now and he came to know that I’m running this Taekwondo school and bodyguard business. He reached out to me and specifically asked for female bodyguards. I told him I only have you two and I couldn’t let both of you do it since I still had to run the Taekwondo school.”

“Which entertainment company is this?”, you probed as the mention of it piqued your interest.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t say, it seems very confidential. Anyway, I told him ‘no can’t do’, but he offered a really hefty remuneration, which will settle the entire debt we owe and still have excess... so now I’m on the fence, what do you girls think?”, the older man put forth his dilemma.

“What’s the job scope like? How many people are we supposed to be guarding?”, Yuri questions.

“He didn’t say either...”, Ssam Chun answered sheepishly.

Yuri and you both sighed in unison at the lack of information.

“He did mention it’s some guy idols and that if you guys are interested, he wants to schedule an interview later this evening”, Ssam Chun was fumbling around on his desk.

“Ummm, why do they need only female bodyguards. That just sounds very dodge”, you interrogated further.

“He said something about female fans. I think they already have a few male bodyguards but it’s difficult to only have male bodyguards around them, something about bad press...”, Ssam Chun was still ruffling the stacks of paper covering his tiny table.

“Ah ok, that makes some sense”, Yuri nodded, “anyway after the whole fiasco just now, I’m pretty sure we will lose another batch of students. No harm for Y/N and me to go check out this new stint”, Yuri concluded as she picks up a mobile phone hidden under a folder and hands it to Ssam Chun.

---

The manager that Ssam Chun introduces as Sejoon brings over all the coffee on a tray and sets them down neatly in front of everyone. The interview was fairly informal and he did forewarn the two of you that they have gone through many female bodyguards who weren’t able to handle the work.

“So you mean our job is literally only to shadow them and if any female fans try to get handsy, we just need to stop them?”, you asked after taking a sip from the latte you ordered.

“It’s not as easy as it sounds. And... they have quite a number of sasaengs... ‘Sasaengs’ are like...”

“We know what sasaengs are”, Yuri leans back into the sofa seat and sends Ssam Chun a smug wink of confidence.

“OK great... so you gotta look out for their sasaengs, if anything happens, we want to report them”, Sejoon claps his hands together in satisfaction, “I’m fairly happy with the credentials I see and as for the pay...”

“Yeah we are happy with what you proposed”, Ssam Chun quickly asserted, not wanting to give Sejoon a chance to change the offer.

Sejoon nods happily, finally getting one thing off his plate. “So when do we start?”, Yuri questions.

“Tomorrow? They'll be heading to an event, so I will drop by to pick you guys up tomorrow morning at your office, 10am sharp.”

---

By half past ten in the morning the next day, Yuri and you arrived outside the door to a photo studio. A sizeable crowd had gathered, but both of you have seen worse.

“Ok, that’s them, just get close to the door. The fans are going to dash at them so just try to keep them away, the rest of the managers and I will usher them in. Your job is to stop any of the fans from physically contacting them, alright?”, Sejoon instructed as he pointed at an approaching vehicle.

Yuri and you nodded in unison as you watched the shiny black van drive up to the entrance. Both of you stalk up to the door as it opens and you immediately freeze in position as you watch your ‘clients’ alight. You recognised them too easily, much to your horror. Yuri looks up at you in shock as well. The fans break out into a chaos, a symphony of familiar names echoing in your ears.

A rapid jolt of force sends you hurtling forward and bumping into Hoseok who was just getting out of the van. He instinctively tries to grab onto you but barely misses and you fell face flat on the gravel floor. Yuri rushes to you and quickly gets you up, “Do you want to be trampled over? What are you doing? Get a hold of yourself!”, she shouts at you.

You quickly got up and got back to doing your job, but the amount of fangirls trying to overcome the both of you was insane. They were pulling, pushing and groping their way forward and you felt violated in more than one way. You had no choice but to start physically pushing some of them back, making sure not to injure them in any way. The distance to the door must have been less than a fifty metres, but it felt like it took you an entire hour to get there. Eventually, you managed to enter the building behind the seven guys you were protecting and the doors were shut promptly.

You look up to see if Yuri was doing ok, and burst out into laughter when you saw how her hair was a crazy mess, resembling a bird’s nest that had been ransacked. She rolls her eyes at you before saying, “you think you look any better?”, to which you immediately stiffen.

---

In the waiting room, one of the managers, Myunghoon, was applying some ointment onto the minor scratch you had sustained from the scuffle. “The fans are really hard to control sometimes right? We worry that they will injure themselves too”, Myunghoon sighs as he finished applying a bandage over your injury. Before you could concoct a reply to reassure them that you were only caught by surprise, a boisterous music resounded in the room.

♫ “I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love” ♫

The suddenness of your blaring ringtone gave you a shock. You were sure you had set your phone to silent mode, but you struggled to get your device out, turning off the disturbance as fast as you could. A gush of hotness rises to your cheeks and you squeaked out a tiny apology for startling everyone.

“Ohh, she’s a fan... so cute”, Jimin smiles at you, his eyes scrunching into that familiar crescent shape.

“Ugh I must say I don’t agree with your choice of song”, Yoongi complains lazily.

“Is that your favourite song? Who’s your favourite member?”, Jin asks as he stuffs his face with some snacks, “Or you don’t have a favourite?”

“I...”, you hesitated. You suddenly felt like you may be categorised together with those crazy fangirls.

“Hyung, when will learn to use the term ‘bias’?”, Taehyung chided with a little pout.

“Her bi...”, Yuri was about to blurt out your bias when you tugged forcefully at her sleeve to stop her.

You steal a glance towards ‘your bias’, he looks up and catches you for a split second before you awkwardly averted his eyes.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for a fan to be our bodyguard”, he commented rather seriously to his manager hyung, thinking you wouldn’t hear him amongst all the chatttering.

“Jungkook-ah, it took us a long time to find even these two female bodyguards...”, his manager was trying to pacify him.

“I just don’t like the fact that a fan will be following us around, what if she’s a sasaeng”, Jungkook whispers to his hyung sitting next to him on the couch but you could hear him clear as day.

“I’m not a sasaeng...”, you had taken offence over the suggestion but you replied as politely as you could, “... I didn’t know earlier that you guys were the ‘clients’. But please don’t worry about it, I will never let anything affect my work. If it makes you feel better, we have a service contract with lots of conditions stating what we can or cannot do. I have a lot to lose if I break the contract.”

Jungkook sits up after realising you had heard him. This whole time you had no idea where you mustered the courage to stare at Jungkook right in his eyes. You had always heard he was shy, but you realised he couldn’t even hold your gaze for more than a second without looking away.

“The set’s up, let’s go”, some guy knocked on the door and shouted. The members started to filter out of the room and you watched Jungkook saunter out.

“Sorry, it must have been a shock for you too, our company always likes to keep everything hush-hush. We are happy to have you girls with us”, Namjoon reassures you gently as he walks past and gives you a little pat on your shoulder. He was the last of the members to leave the room and the managers followed them out as well.

“I told you to change that ringtone”, Yuri eventually teased, trying to lighten your mood. But somehow it wasn’t to be lightened. You had always wanted to meet them in real life, but you would never have imagined it to be in this manner.

At that time you should have known, that as with all unexpected encounters, there is always a predictable fool who will think that it is ‘destiny’.

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