#seunghun x you
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one to let go, one to hold on [k.s.h]
➳ Characters: dance partner!Seunghun x female!reader/you
➳ Genre: slice of life, coming of age, fluff, angst, real-life bittersweet, friends to lovers, dance partners au
➳ Words: 6.5k
➳ Warning: mentions of pressure, low self-esteem, perfectionism, nose bleeds
➳ A/N: This story was inspired by two songs: Sarah Cothran’s I’m Here and Seunghun’s cover of ABIR’s Tango. I recommend checking out both for the vibes. *-*
➳ CIX taglist: @wccycc, @dat-town
If dancing was a language, you and Seunghun would speak the same one.
May it be because you had been dancing together ever since you had been really young (young as in awkwardly moving middle schoolers), may it be because you just complemented each other so well both on stage and off stage, but when it came to dancing, you and Seunghun were the same soul in two different bodies. It was as if he could understand you without saying a word (just by the posture of yours) and he could see the flaw in your movements even before you could make a mistake. He was there to catch you when you fell and also to help you get to your feet when he couldn’t catch you. He was there to pick you up when you didn’t have the confidence to continue a practice or you felt like giving up.
For this reason, you felt like no one could understand you better than he did. Just how much time and how much care it took for someone to know when you were having a bad day and when you were just faking a smile - only by a mere look at you? Just how many people could finish your sentences or know exactly what you would say before you doing so? Just how much you had to know someone to be able to read their mind and suggest something without the other asking about it?
On bad days, you told yourself that it was because you had known each other for so long. You had seen each other when you had been missing a tooth, when you had been wearing your braces throughout the day, when you had been breaking out during puberty and when you had been awkwardly growing into longer limbs and more defined curves. Truly, there was nothing that could create awkwardness between you two, or so you thought.
Not until you both realised that despite speaking the same language (dancing), you two had very different reasons for doing so.
“So what would you be doing if you weren’t dancing?” Seunghun asked after a practice when it was only the two of you left at the practice room (not a rare sight). You two were on the floor with your back to the wall, catching your breath between sips of already lukewarm water (it always warmed up during practice no matter how cold it was when you got it).
Truth to be told, the boy looked the most attractive to you in this state - messy, probably already long enough curls to trigger a visit at the hairdresser falling into his deep, dark eyes, cheeks tinted ruby due to the intensity of the practice, drops of sweat painting lines along his skin, oversized, comfy clothes drenched in sweat, but that genuine, content smile playing on his lips. He seemed the most handsome in your eyes this way because you knew that this was his rawest, most bare form, that this was when he didn’t have any flashy outfit or extravagant make-up on, yet he was so powerful, so captivating. Not just anyone could have this effect on you, but boy, he did.
“What do you mean? Like hanging out at PC rooms?” You furrowed your eyebrows after letting out a confused chuckle. You reached for your water bottle yet again, but stopped in the midst of it when Seunghun elaborated.
“I mean, what would you do if you weren’t set on becoming a dancer?”
You were 15 at the time. It was a weird age because it both seemed like whatever you did at this age determined your future (whether you studied well, whether you studied the right subjects, whether you had the right hobbies, whether you looked up to the right people and so on…), but it also seemed like you were still so young, so much was ahead of you that could change, that could happen or that you could go with. You were dancing on the fine line between childhood and adulthood, and this dancing seemed unfamiliar, jarring, uplifting, tense and embracing at the same time.
“I’m not set on becoming a dancer,” you reasoned firmly, averting your eyes from the water bottle to the sweat-stained face of the boy’s. It was Seunghun’s turn to look puzzled.
“Wait, what? You don’t want to do this for a living?”
“No. I’m studying to become a lawyer,” you explained without your voice wavering, but no matter how much you tried not to pay attention to the creases deepening on the boy’s face or the slight tremble of his lips… You had spent too much time together not to notice such subtle changes.
“I thought you were so determined to always do your best and stay for extra practice after classes because you are serious about it. I mean, like your future depends on it, you know.”
“I…” You started staying, the words catching in your throat. You realised that you had no solid answer to his assumption because you, too, had to think about your reason behind trying so hard when it was just a hobby for you. A hobby that you loved dearly, something that could free your mind between school and studying until late at night, something that was your sweet escape from the big, scary world out there full of what ifs and should haves. “I guess I just try doing my best no matter what I’m doing.”
It was what you settled on, and it wasn’t actually far from the truth. You had been expected to excel at everything you tried your hands on, and despite the fact that your parents had never made it to your competitions (unlike Seunghun’s), they saw the medals and cups you won, so they knew that you were doing well.
“But… you’re going to keep dancing, right? You are so talented,” Seunghun complimented, but he was still in a bit of a shaken up state, so it felt like he was trying to reassure himself instead of telling you that you were doing well. As if he was trying to tell you to continue.
“Of course, you silly. I have to beat you,” you semi-teased, nudging the boy’s shoulder playfully, but his face remained solemn. Despite the fact that you two were on the same dance team, you liked to challenge (and motivate) the other by saying that you were actually up against each other, and if someone could hold out longer with their extra practice after a class or leaned forward more in a side split, they would be the winner.
“Are you sure?”
It was scarce to see Seunghun so serious, but little did you know, your following answer was actually one that he would hold onto whenever the next few years would keep him doubting the future.
“Yes, of course. Do you want me to pinky promise like we did back in the days?” You offered as you held out your pinky, and there it was, that toothy smile spreading across the boy’s lips. It was as if the whole world had turned for the better when he smiled like that.
“Forget about it! Loser pays for the snacks on the way back,” he announced hastily before pushing himself off the floor and running out of the practice room to head for the changing rooms. You shouted after him to say that it wasn’t fair, but it fell on deaf ears, and you knew that he would win anyways.
You let him nevertheless.
One way you didn’t let him win was to win over your heart.
Seunghun had never been good with words, not when it came to serious matters. When he was telling a story oh so enthusiastically with big hand gestures or when he was quick-witted enough to add to an already funny joke, words came to him easily, almost as easily as breathing. On the other hand, when it was about confessing something that might change how others would see him or asking about something that had been weighing down on him, words died on the tip of his tongue.
Just like these days when he wanted nothing more than to ask you if something was wrong and console you if there was, listen to all your concerns, so that he could lift some weight off your shoulders that were already burdened by so much.
The truth is, Seunghun had heard, seen and noticed things you might not have known about. One of his friends, Yonghee, attended the same school as you did, so he frequently heard about your achievements - the straight As, the top places at competitions and even the fact that you had been selected as a member of the youth parliament for high school students. He had even overheard you as you had been talking to your mother on the phone about how exhausting dancing on top of school and extra classes were, how could you even take on volunteering? Your mother had insisted that it would be for extra points, but Seunghun could see the consequences, and believed that something would have to give.
He had noticed that you had visibly less energy - your moves weren't as precise as they used to, and more mistakes slipped in. There wasn't that familiar fire burning in your eyes that he had seen when you had been younger. You were also more moody, easily irritable and almost always out of reach. "I'm busy", "I can't today" and "maybe later" were the most frequent texts you sent to him, if you sent him any. A lot of times you just left him on read.
The truth is, Seunghun didn't know whether he had any right to comment on it, whether you were close enough for that. He might have liked you more than a friend, but he wasn't sure that you felt the same way. He had been convinced before that you had, but maybe it had been you being in love with him as her dance partner rather than him as a person. After all, now that there were no more fleeting touches, no more secret glances and no more little too tight hugs, he wasn't that sure. Still, he wanted to muster up the courage.
So once when you all too familiarly dismissed his idea of heading to the bus stop together because your mother would pick you up, he stood in front of you, blocking your way to leave the practice room. You two were the last ones after class, but it was more because you tried to catch your breath like crazy and more because he wanted to catch you than anything else - which used to mean you two staying after classes to practise a bit more.
You didn't speak up, but your eyes were telling a story on their own - you were throwing daggers with your gaze. Seunghun looked down at you, his lips twitching at the sight. Where had your joyous smile gone? Where had all of those playful remarks gone? Where had you gone?
"Why don't you ask me to move?" He breathed, his words no more than a whisper. He believed that yelling at him and physically pushing him away would hurt less than being this quiet. It just hurt him to look at you like this - like a mere shadow of yourself.
"I figured you would do it yourself without asking."
"I have a question. If you answer, I won't be in your way," the boy started cautiously, but all he earned was a huff and a bob of your head. You waited for him to speak up, but when he kept staring at you without uttering a word, you stepped sideways to walk around him.
As if woken from a stupor, Seunghun followed along you and stepped sideways - like two well-coordinated moves, the boy couldn't help but think just how frightening this dance seemed. How cold. How lifeless. Like the last dance of a dying swan.
"I don't have time for this, Seunghun."
"I know, but it's just hard to get it out because truthfully, I don't know what to ask. 'How are you' seems so wrong when it's clear as day that you're not fine. 'Are you okay' would indicate that I don't see how much you're not okay, and I don't want you to agree to that. So I don't know, and I don't even know whether it's right of me to ask anything."
When he said it out loud, it sounded so desperate. Maybe he was desperate, he just didn't want to face it head-on, but he knew that tossing and turning in bed at nights, his fingers itching to reach out to his phone meant that he cared even though you didn't ask anything about him. It pained like the sight of a forgotten object at the practice room because he knew that now he was the abandoned one.
"Seunghun, I have to do a lot of things. As I've told you, I'm not going to be a dancer, so I have to do everything in my power to make sure that I get into a good university. I know you can't understand this, but-"
"Maybe I can't understand it because I don't have first-hand experience with this," he cut you off, slight frustration lacing his words. If you thought that he would just let you pull up a wall between you two because you two had very different goals, you would be dead wrong. It had never been about dancing with you for him, it had always been about being with you - in whatever form.
"But I can see what it takes away from you. It's like you're not yourself anymore," he pointed out, his voice slightly raised. You let out a huff, looking away for a second before looking up at him again.
"Seunghun, I've grown up. It's not like I have to be the same girl who danced with you when we were mere kids," you counter-attacked, and even the word 'kids' seemed like an accusation when you said it with so much malice - as if you looked down on that time of your life.
"I don't want you to be the same. I just want you to be happy, but are you really happy now?"
You gulped, not finding the right words to say, and Seunghun knew all too well that you weren't. You didn't even try to deny, and if anything, that just broke his heart even more. Because part of the reason he liked spending time with you was the obvious way he could make you happy, let it be his silly jokes, his wiggling eyebrows, teasing semi-flirty lines, loud and impromptu singing sessions and endless attentiveness when it came to you. So now he felt a bit like he failed himself for he couldn’t make you even a tiny bit happier.
“I will be. Once I get into law school, it’ll all be worth it,” you concluded and pursed your lips, walking out of the practice room. Seunghun could see you move, but you felt so far away, and he felt like even if he could reach after you physically, he wouldn’t be able to reach you emotionally.
And that’s when he knew he had lost.
You knew that you were being unfair to Seunghun, but you couldn’t help it. You just couldn’t keep up with dance on top of everything, and when senior year rolled by and your advanced maths classes overlapped with your dance practices, you were almost relieved that your mother told you to give up dancing.
“Everyone will understand. Even though you’ve won awards for dance, you’re set on becoming a lawyer, so your focus is on studying now,” she said, and you weren’t sure whether she said it to reassure herself or you, but you were relieved nevertheless. Even more so because it meant that you didn’t have to break Seunghun’s heart by isolating yourself from him.
He might have thought that it wasn’t conscious, but you did it on purpose. You didn’t want him to see you in your state: nosebleeds over text books, dark bags under your eyes, little to no appetite due to anxiety, numbness taking over you whenever you had a spare moment and this pang of bitterness whenever you saw students your age or younger ones who still had time to have fun, be with friends and go to places other than the after school academies. It’s like you had nostalgia for something you had never experienced. Seunghun deserved someone who could match his energy, and you weren’t one anymore. You might have been once, but you were far from it right now.
However, putting an end to your dancing years felt like a goodbye to Seunghun as well. You didn’t go to the same school, you didn’t have friends in common, you didn’t live close to each other, so dancing was the only thing that connected you. You did talk out of dance practices or at least you used to, but with your mounting school work, sometimes you just left his messages on read or turned down his offer to meet up. So now it seemed like that there would be no reason for you to meet, and with your busy schedule, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to do so anyways.
It didn’t mean that it hurt any less because Seunghun was a part of you, a part of your childhood and your youth, someone who had been there from the start and who had not given up despite you pushing him away again and again. Maybe it was for the better. You were sorry for him for what you gave him and what you couldn’t give him, and whatever it was between you two, you were sure that he would thrive and find someone else he can care about like that.
Despite the fact that you had tried to prepare yourself for the goodbye, it wasn’t any easier when it happened. You had a bit of time before your after school Maths class, so you headed to the dance academy, asking him if you could meet up. He must have thought that you were there for the dance class as well, but it was evident that he knew that you weren’t when you met in the corridor with you in your beige coat and him in his favourite grey sweatpants already.
“Thanks for making time for me,” you started, your heart hammering rapidly. No matter how many serious discussions you had regarding global warming and inequality during classes or how many times you presented confidently at a competition in front of a jury, when Seunghun looked at you like that - as if you were a pearl that he cherished, but it kept slipping through his fingers -, you found it difficult to keep your tone steady.
“Oh, come on! It’s nothing. I’m glad you’ve wanted to meet up,” the boy mentioned with a shrug of his shoulders, and he tried with a casual smile, but you could see through it (him), and you knew that it wasn’t as casual as he wanted to make it seem like.
Precious seconds rolled by in silence, but you couldn’t even decide where to begin. You wanted so hard to appear composed in front of him, but you were falling apart, even more so because he was in front of you.
“The truth is… I’m not going to attend dance classes anymore. Not here, not anywhere. I’ve already told Miss Kwon about it,” you said in one go, hoping that it would make it easier on the boy if you didn’t drag it out any further.
Seunghun’s smile wavered, but only for a short while. It was replaced by a gentle, warm smile, one that he gave you whenever he found one of your antics lovely or he had a compliment to say. You felt your heart shake, like leaves meeting the cruel winds, especially when he broke the silence.
“I’ve figured that it was already too much for you. I’m glad you can now focus more on your studies,” he mentioned with a toothy smile, and oh, how you wished at that moment that you could have treated him better in the past year. You didn’t deserve his words, you didn’t deserve him.
Torn by his overflowing kindness, you just stood there without being able to mutter any words. Seunghun, on the other hand, took two steps closer to you and hugged you. At first, you froze in place, but soon just like the ice starts melting under the warmth of the rays of sunshine, you eased into his touch. You missed it so much. You missed his touch, this comfort and the feeling of being safe beside him no matter what would await you after dance practices.
“I’m going to miss you nevertheless. You should at least reply to my messages, so that I know you’re doing okay,” Seunghun mumbled while still hugging you tightly, and you bobbed your head a bit, signalling that you would do so.
This moment was one that you wished to engrave into your head, but it had to come to an end eventually because nothing, not even feelings, lasted forever. So after you let go of each other, wished each other well and promised to keep in touch, you left the dance academy to head to your Maths class, only to find yourself crying in the bathroom afterwards.
There were different kinds of goodbyes, and Seunghun thought that he had gotten used to saying goodbye. However, this one was different from any other before. It wasn’t like saying goodbye to his parents in the morning before going to school, to his dance teacher after class between ragged breaths, to his friends after hanging out at each other’s house or saying goodbye to you when you had stopped dancing with him at the academy. This time, he would go far away for a long time, and if everything went according to plan, he wouldn’t come back for two years, only for holidays.
No wonder his mother had been teary-eyed when he had packed his suitcases the day before or his father had been extra quiet on the way to the airport. His grandparents had also told him to never skip meals and call back frequently - or video chat them if his parents helped them out -, and his former dance teacher had also sent his wishes the last time they had met. A lot of his friends had given him something to bring along - for instance, Byunggon had given him a plushie that had magically fit into one of his suitcases - while some of them including you waited for him at the airport to bid their goodbye.
Seunghun was glad that you had decided to tell him that you wouldn’t come to class in person because he would have been really hurt if he had only gotten to know about it through the dance teacher. He might have even given up on trying to stay in touch, but with your promises back then, you had managed to stay in touch, albeit messages had been more and more scarce the closer the end of the senior year had been. Seunghun had been busy preparing for his audition tapes for dance schools abroad while you had been busy with your exams.
However, once summer break had rolled by, you two had been more free, and you could have spent some time together - going to cafés, walking in parks and watching movies together. You had seemed more radiant, thankfully, and Seunghun had been happy for you. It was as if you had found your way back to yourself. You had been just as happy for him, after all, he had made his dream come true - to learn from some of the best dancers in the US -, and he had been eligible for a scholarship thanks to his amazing audition choreography and recommendation by his former dance teachers.
So there you were beside Hyunsuk, Jinyoung and his parents, and he couldn’t believe that the close proximity you had now would expand to thousands of kms in a bit. It felt like he had just gotten you back, and now you would be even further away than before.
“I think you should go soon,” his father reminded him of the passing time when he had gotten too immersed in a dance video that Jinyoung was showing on his phone.
“Right. I shouldn’t miss the opportunity to charm the West with my dance,” he joked around to ease the tension in the air because his mother was already sobbing and you looked like you were on the verge of crying, too.
“Remember what I’ve said,” Hyunsuk mentioned playfully as he gave him a hug, and Seunghun nodded, toothy smile and all. His friend had asked him to get him his favourite sweet in its original form and preferably an XXL version, so Seunghun was set on doing just that. As expected, Jinyoung had less to say, but his hug was just as tight as Hyunsuk’s.
Then came his parents who could barely let him breathe, they hugged him so tight. You had already lent his mother a new tissue because she had used up her own, and his father earned a few supportive pats on the back from the boy’s friends.
Then came you, and suddenly, there were no words that could describe how he felt. It would have been so easy to dance his heart out, but here, he couldn’t do so. Instead, he let his heart do the dance, and hugged you like he didn’t want to let go of you (because he really didn’t want to).
“Take care, and don’t forget to rest when you’re at your limit,” you reminded him like his own mother would, and the boy couldn’t miss this opportunity to tease you that you sounded just like his mother.
“She’s right though,” the woman agreed between little sobs.
“You too. Don’t burn yourself out at uni,” he told you firmly, and even though he could feel that you were ready to let him go, he held onto you a bit more. “Just a few seconds more, please,” he whispered into your ears, so that only you could hear it. You relaxed into the hug once more and patted his back, encouraging and empathetic as always. Seunghun wished so badly that he could just keep you in his arms and take you away because he was so damn afraid that distance would keep you two apart.
“I promise I’ll write back and we can video chat, too. I promise, so go now. You’ll miss your flight,” you prompted him albeit a bit weakly. You might have tried to keep it together, but your voice told him all he needed to know, and that was what prompted him to actually let go.
“I won’t, but I’ll miss you,” he confessed with a gentle smile, his chest tightening at the realisation that it was time to go.
“I’ll miss you, too,” you responded quietly, but that was all he needed.
So with the hope that distance would only do you good and bring you closer, Seunghun held onto the strap of his backpack and headed towards the security area. While walking, he kept waving back until you were all out of sight. That’s when the first teardrop rolled down his face.
You would be lying if you said that you didn't miss Seunghun while he was away; that you didn't miss his jokes that were the best told face-to-face, his eccentric behaviour that popped out of nowhere sometimes, his dance that you loved watching in person despite not dancing yourself anymore and just him. His warm, chocolate-brown eyes, his little dimples that popped off when his toothy smile was on display, the mischief in his eyes whenever he was in his prankster mode and his bone-cracking hug. Seunghun was a person who loved to give with actions, and even though he was far away, he continued doing so.
He kept sending you good morning and good night messages despite the time zone difference, he recorded himself dancing and asked for your opinion, he kept bombarding you with selfies of himself in more or less clothes, not to mention the movie night/morning weekends when you watched a movie together while sharing your screen. It was all fun and heart-warming, and even though these didn't make him appear in front of you, they did reassure you that you would stay in contact even despite the distance.
You regretted not cherishing the time that you had together, and you regretted all the times you had turned down his offer to meet up. You hadn't known any better back then though, and while it was difficult not to get sucked into the deep, dark world of perfectionism again, you slowly learned how to do so. It wasn't easy, you were still struggling to know where your limit was and how you should set boundaries to keep a good balance between your studies and private life, but it was a work in progress. The idea of losing someone so precious to you who cared so much for you over something like this terrified you, so you felt like you had to do this. Plus, the fact that you enjoyed what you were studying made all your efforts to get into a law school worthwhile.
So despite Seunghun coming home during holidays which meant the time just before exam season mostly, you took every opportunity to hang out with him and his friends. Seunghun had also learned that some people didn't bother to give him a call or send him a message while he was away, so not all of his friends stayed his friends, but it was for the better. The important ones stayed.
However, the question was always lurking in the back of your mind; what if he stayed, what if he didn't come back after 2 years but instead, stayed in the US to keep dancing? Seunghun hadn't even known a definite answer to that question in the beginning, and when he had had a relationship for half a year, it had seemed that he would stay because his girlfriend had wanted him to. He hadn't told you why they had broken up exactly, but he had said that letting go had been for the better.
On the other hand, Seunghun came home after those 2 years. His previous dance teacher at the academy called to tell him that there was a teenage class he could take under his wings if he wanted to while still dancing competitively under the academy, and he had said yes. His friends couldn't stop teasing him since then that he would be a teacher, and teenage girls would probably have a crush on him despite the age difference. Seunghun just laughed it off, saying that though his charm was undeniable, he had to be a good teacher in the first place to not lose the ones who would have a crush on him. He admitted that he was a bit nervous how it would go, yet he was excited nevertheless.
"I'm sure you'll do great. You've taught me well when I needed help," you reminded him when he was sharing his concerns with you over a cup of coffee. You had stumbled upon this café the summer before he had gone abroad, and you had been sitting at the exact same table when you had been sharing your worries over getting into your desired university. You wondered if he remembered.
(He did.)
"I know, but you were different. We danced together, we were practically breathing together when dancing," Seunghun pointed out with a cheeky smile, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Seunghun was like this even before his move, but since coming back, his remarks were even more smooth, even more borderline flirty. You didn't know what to do about it. You didn't know if he knew he was doing it so flirtatious.
(He did.)
"Well, you'll get to know them better as time goes by. You'll do great, I know," you reassured him with a confident nod. "Though if you end up not enjoying it, there's nothing wrong with that, too. You should be doing something you love."
"Is that really you, y/n?" Seunghun let out a lighthearted laughter that didn't fade away even after he saw your expression. "But for real, you've become so much... Looser? More at peace? With yourself and the world. It's nice. I like seeing you like this again," he admitted on a more serious note, and his words played on your heartstrings. The way he looked at you did too: as if his eyes were twinkling little stars, his face the peaceful canvas of the night sky and the smile that he wore on his lips was a shooting star that you could wish upon.
"You're the reason for that after all," you blurted out without thinking twice about it, but confusion was written all over the boy's face, so you elaborated on something you couldn't have seen two years prior, but now it was clear as day that he was the reason why. "If I hadn't been so afraid of losing you, I might not have stopped being so hard on myself. But you reminded me that I have to be kind to myself to be able to be kind to others. And I... I also felt guilty for not dancing anymore. I felt that I've failed you somehow. I know you would never say that to me though," you clarified swiftly when you saw the boy open his mouth. He closed it immediately, prompting you to continue with a bob of his head.
"But somehow I felt that way. I loved dancing, but I hated how it turned into one of those slots in my days that weren't directly study-related. I also hated how I didn't enjoy it anymore, but I thought it was because of dancing itself, not because I didn't enjoy anything else either," you didn't need to continue for Seunghun to know: that it was him who had pointed it out. He had pointed out that you hadn't seemed to enjoy dancing, and when he had asked if you had been happy, you couldn't have said yes. No one else had taken the initiative to ask about your real feelings.
"If you could go back in time, would you do something differently?" Seunghun raised an eyebrow, his eyes boring into yours. His expression was a mixture of curiosity and bitterness for he knew just how dark this time had been for you. However, as the closest person to you, he had every reason to ask about it, so you weren’t afraid of answering between little sips of your favourite latte.
"I don't think I would because that conversation we had at the dance academy when I left was the one that had opened my eyes. If it hadn't happened, I might not have taken your words that seriously or if I hadn't stopped dancing then, maybe I would have really ended up hating dancing even more."
This was also one of the things that had changed between you two in the past few years: you were yet again as candid with each other as you had been in the beginning. May it be because you had grown and experienced more or may it be because while having such a distance between you two, you couldn't have communicated any other way other than honestly. After all, you hadn't been standing face-to-face to read each other's facial expressions or body language.
Seunghun nodded and thanked you for sharing this with him. You gave him a gentle smile before asking about his side: if he had something he wanted to change. He hesitated for only a bit before he admitted:
"I would have told you that I like you." The confession rolled off his tongue confidently, yet there was a hint of fragility in his voice. Your heart skipped a beat at his words and the way he said it so truthfully, his eyes still on you. "I just thought that by saying that, you might not actually keep your promise of staying in touch because I would make you feel uncomfortable... And it just didn't seem like a good time. You already had so much to worry about," he elaborated, and the more he talked, the more touched you felt.
So he hadn't even told you how he felt because he was worried that it would make you feel even worse? So he had sacrificed all these years to keep his feelings to himself because he had wanted you to not worry about his feelings? Oh dear gosh, yet again, just how much he had actually put you first?
"I... I..." You stuttered, struggling to find the right words to say and pulling yourself together to keep your voice steady. You didn't know, of course you didn't know, and he was also right: it wouldn't have been the right time. You wouldn't have been able to give him enough love, care and appreciation because you hadn’t even learned to love yourself back then, but now…
"I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I felt that it would be time to come forward. I thought I missed you as a friend while being away, but being in a relationship made me realise that I was looking for what you and I had together, and I was looking forward to have that with you again."
So that was the reason they had broken up with his girlfriend. You just had no idea why: how could he have held onto this - to you - for so long without giving up? Maybe you did know though. It was him, he was Kim Seunghun after all, and he, he didn't give up.
(He did it because of you, because it was you, not someone else.)
"I like you too, Seunghun. I've liked you for so long," you confessed as the thought prompted you, and the way his whole face lit up hearing your words was absolutely worth everything. "And I think it was the right time this time."
"I did think so, too. You just made it easy for me to confess," he mentioned with a playful edge to his words. You broke into laughter because it was just so him, you were honestly so looking forward to how it would continue. Your story. Everything and nothing would probably change at the same time. Yet, you knew one thing for sure: that you did like him.
(And he liked you, too.)
A/N: This was one hell of an emotional rollercoaster, right? I know, but actually, this story was supposed to be even angstier. It was supposed to be an open-ended one with them actually losing contact after the reader leaves the dance academy (without telling Seunghun) and meeting again accidentally when he comes back from the US.
However, as I was writing it, writing how much they meant to each other, I felt like it wouldn’t be them. At least they would talk it out, and that’s how it ended up like that. I also think it’s quite realistic in a way that sometimes relationships go through highs and lows and times when losing contact is almost inevitable, but then, people make up. Seunghun and the reader were also constantly growing and experiencing things, and they confessed when it was time.
On a side note, I’ve been lucky enough to see CIX during their European tour, and OMG!!! They were incredible both singing and dancing-wise, and their personalities really shone through during those hours. I was so so happy to see them enjoy themselves. (I could write a whole dissertation about it haha) I hope every FIX can have such a magical moment to themselves and see the boys live! 🥰🥰🥰
I hope you enjoyed the story! Thank you so much for reading it! ❤️
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SEUNGHUN | CIX
#kim seunghun#seunghun#cix#complete in x#0 or 1#album#jacket#behind#photoshoot#seunghun the man you are#naver
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— human reaction.
summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``
pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader
song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!)
lowercase is intended…
part: 1/?
— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)
— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!
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“... oh my god.”
that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.
what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.
and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!
but he did anyway.
and you had to know why.
“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.
he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?
“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”
of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?
but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.
you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”
but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.
and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”
“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”
you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.
“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”
the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”
and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”
“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.
so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.
you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.
and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.
but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.
“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.
in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.
that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.
he truly was out of his mind.
“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.
how in the world can you run from this?
“let them go.”
“oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”
he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.
“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.
nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.
but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?
“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”
there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.
almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.
“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”
“... do you want me to thank you? for this?”
“giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”
you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.
if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?
“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”
and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”
he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.
after all, you were a great addition to his plans.
“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”
“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.
and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.
“what do you desire in return?”
“for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”
even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”
he’s cheating, you thought.
“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”
but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”
you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.
“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”
“that’s laughable.”
“we’ll see, your majesty.”
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Don't Want to Leave Yet
✗ Pairing: seunghun x fem!reader, byounggon x fem!reader
✗ Word count: 5k
✗ Warnings: pwp tbh, threesome w/ seunghun + byounggon, seunghun and byounggon are reader's best friends, reader gets caught making out, what seunghun says goes, pet names, "good girl" themes, tiniest amount of reader receiving oral, reader tasting her own arousal, male masturbation for the reader's eye, unprotected sex ft. creampies from more than one man (be smart pls), byounggon is the best boy, seunghun fucks the ever-living soul out of reader, there are probably things i'm leaving out
✗ A/N: this was inspired by an ask. the prompts requested will be in bold font.
“I’m gonna get some water before heading to bed, anyone want anything?” Seunghun throws his voice over his shoulder as he makes his way from the couch to the kitchen, a tinge of laughter still present in his voice.
“Nah,” You and Byounggon call out at the same time and, like everything else tonight, it’s hilarious.
You love your best friends. They welcome you to their place all the time and every single second with them is spent having so much fun that you’re crying from laughing so hard. You don’t know what you’d do without them. You never want to leave at the end of the night.
You gaze down from your comfy spot on the couch to Byounggon who is seated on the floor, but leaning his side into the couch so he can see you above him. You realize once you both stop laughing that he’s actually really close to you. With your head resting on the arm of the couch, you’re just above eye level with him. He seems to notice it at the same time, your eyes trained on each other’s in silence.
“I need to go?” You ask in an almost-whisper, suddenly feeling a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
He takes a moment to respond. The flash of confusion across his face tells you that he isn’t quite sure what you’re asking. “You need a place to stay for the night?”
You think about lying and just saying that you do. It would be a sure way to stay here with them. They’d never leave you with no place to stay. But this new feeling you’re getting while holding Byounggon’s gaze hostage makes you want to play it differently. You’ll just be entirely honest instead. “Well… no. I just don’t want to leave yet.”
Another moment of silence, only eyes speaking. Byounggon’s lips quirk into a half-smirk. “I see.” He leans his head against the couch and now it’s dangerously close to yours. You can feel his breath on your face, the heat echoing through every part of your body. You can’t believe you’re looking at him like this. You can’t believe that you want to do more than just look at him.
You nudge your head forward until your forehead rests on his, a playful smile adorning your face. You don’t kiss him. You let your lips get within an inch of his but no further, not wanting to risk scaring him. At this point, you can still pass it off as skinship. Maybe very, very close skinship, but skinship nonetheless. “Gon,” you whisper without an inkling of what you’ll say next.
It’s as if hearing his name activated something within him. Flipped the right switch. He hums, his hand finding the side of your face and sliding up the side of it until it’s in your hair, his lips pressing themselves firmly against yours. You can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips, the shock of this unexpected situation exciting you.
That seems to flip another switch inside of Byounggon, his mouth swallowing your pretty sound as his lips part, slotting themselves against yours, head tilted for better access. He now holds your head in both of his hands and his grip feels urgent, his tongue prodding at your lips for entry that you quickly offer him. Your head feels so heavy and so weightless at the same time, swooning from the way he kisses you.
Within moments, he’s carefully getting up from the floor, navigating your head with his hands so he doesn’t have to stop kissing you for a second as he takes his place next to you on the couch. He pulls you onto his lap, hands gliding up the outsides of your thighs and you curse against his lips. You can feel him smile, tugging at your bottom lip before he lets it snap free. He pulls back to look at you with dark, heavily-lidded eyes. Fuck, he looks so hot like this.
He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. You assume you’re both trying to avoid bursting the bubble you’ve formed around yourselves to allow this to happen in the first place. His hands tug at the elastic waistband of your sweatpants playfully, the little smirk on his face one you’re familiar with but have never seen in this context. You smirk back. And then his lips are on yours again.
You’ve all but forgotten about Seunghun. You’re too busy tasting every inch of Byounggon’s mouth as your bodies rock into each other with increasing need. You’re moaning, he’s hissing at the sound of you. You’re pulling at his shirt, he’s bucking his hips up into you. You only remember that you’re not here alone when you hear Seunghun clearing his throat, both of your heads abandoning each other to turn in the direction of the intrusion.
“Gon… the shower is free now.”
You glance back and forth between Byounggon and Seunghun, trying to figure out your next move. Your cheeks are on fire but you can’t seem to move, not sure where you’d go if you did.
The puzzled look on Byounggon’s face makes Seunghun laugh. Something seems to click in his head all of a sudden.
“Ah. I told you both after I came back from the kitchen that I was going to shower before bed, but it seems you didn’t hear me. I’m not surprised though. You were staring at each other pretty seriously then. I thought you were having an important conversation, but it seems there was much more going on than I knew.” Another laugh. Why is he laughing so much? And grinning like that? Isn’t he uncomfortable?
It’s then that you notice that he did, in fact, take a shower. Your eyes take in his wet hair, still dripping here and there, and the towel thrown over his t-shirt clad shoulder. You have to force yourself to stop looking at him like he’s something for you to eat and it’s a lot harder when you can feel Byounggon still stiff under you. You pull your gaze back up to Seunghun’s eyes, trying desperately to not run away from the situation.
“S-sorry Seunghun. We, um, we got a bit carried away?”
Seunghun just tilts his head, eyes burning a hole into you and it makes you feel like crawling out of your skin.
You shift your weight on Byounggon who has gone eerily silent and start to climb off of his lap. “Um, I’ll just go–”
“Don’t.” Seunghun.
You freeze and Byounggon’s hands tighten around your waist. You glance at him and he looks much the same as he did before Seunghun interrupted: eyes blown and lips swollen. He doesn’t look as thrown off as you, whatever confusion was on his face before melted away with no trace.
By the time you dare to look at Seunghun again, he is stalking across the room with a mischievous grin that makes your stomach churn. Excitement? Nerves? Both.
He reaches the couch, leaning down over the back of it, his face hovering over Byounggon’s shoulder as he looks right at you. He allows a single finger to trace up the length of your neck, hooking under your chin. “The fun doesn’t have to end.”
You swallow thickly, your body and your mind on separate pages. You’re so confused. He has to be fucking with you. But the way your fingers clutch into Byounggon’s shirt and the way you clench around nothing at the possibility that Seunghun isn’t fucking with you says it all.
Seunghun seems to understand that you’re hesitating, that he isn’t being clear enough for you to do anything but sit there with wide eyes. The cocky grin on his face momentarily morphs into a soft, fond smile and then he’s leaning into you, pressing his lips against yours with such lightness you barely have time to register it’s happening before it’s over. He presses a second kiss, wanting you to acknowledge what’s happening–verbally or physically–before he continues. When your lips spring to life, matching the tone he has set, he can’t help but break the kiss with a wide grin.
He pulls back and looks at you again, your eyes looking much less dazed now, albeit still heightened with curiosity.
‘Y/n…” His hand cups the side of your face and you instinctively lean into his touch. “I’m either joining or watching, you pick.”
Your eyes flutter for a few seconds, the proposition being offered to you too good to be true. You’re convinced you’re in a dream. Until Byounggon rolls his hips up, forcing you back to the present with a desperate moan.
“P-please–” That’s a goddamn whine. You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking needy.
You watch a curse drip off of Seunghun’s lips–his far too close, far too delicious lips–before Byounggon is stealing your attention, turning your head to face him, your chin between his thumb and middle finger. “Y/n.”
You hum your acknowledgement and his tongue traces his bottom lip. He can’t believe how submissive and needy you’ve suddenly become. “How do you feel about two at once?”
Ah, right. They still need you to confirm that what you’re already fantasizing about is what you want to happen tonight. You desperately wish you could fast forward past all of this to the part where you’re covered in both of them from head to toe.
“Want you.” It’s all you say, but you make sure to make eye contact with each of them so they know you mean both. They glance at each other, knowing smirks mirroring each other, and then Seunghun is making his way around the couch.
“Come here, baby,” he coos, reaching to lift you from Byounggon’s lap at the same time as he’s taking a seat. You fall naturally into his lap and your eyes are sparkling with excitement. You look so cute. He presses a firmer kiss to your lips this time, but it only lasts a second. He carefully maneuvers you in his arms until you’re sitting atop his lap, back against his chest. “Atta girl,” he praises with a kiss to the side of your neck. His fingers pull the string of your waistband loose, hands snaking inside the garment to push down until your soft legs are fully exposed.
You catch movement in the corner of your eye: Byounggon rubbing the heel of his palm against the crotch of his jeans, his eyes trained on you and Seunghun. “Gonna be good for me, mhm?” Seunghun mumbles against your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe. Your hands clutch at the sides of his thighs, barely covered by the minimal post-shower boxers.
“Mhmmm.” You nod too frantically.
Seunghun’s hands glide up the sides of your thighs until they’re flat against the tops, then slide down them until his thumbs can prod the inner part of your knees. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.” He spreads his own legs beneath you as he says this, prying yours apart with the action. You spread them further like you know he wants and the air in the room suddenly feels cooler than it did moments before.
Seunghun’s hands make work of feeling the suppleness of your skin, his instructions shifting to Byounggon now. “Gon, let’s check to see if she’s really ready for us, hm?” The directive is too vague for you to know what he means, but as if they’re connected telepathically, Byounggon seems to know exactly what Seunghun is telling him to do. He removes himself from the couch, instead placing himself on the floor between your legs, a sweet but cocky smile on his lips. He lets his eyes hold yours for a moment or three as he presses kiss after kiss to the insides of your thighs, relishing in the soft whimpers you reward him with. Seunghun’s hands tighten on your outer thighs and it’s at this moment you can feel him throbbing beneath you for the first time.
“Is this okay, y/n?” Byounggon asks softly, his hands hooking into the sides of your underwear, his big sparkly eyes gazing up at you as he presses another soothing kiss to the inside of your knee. He waits for you to nod and then tugs your panties down, Seunghun helping the process by lifting you when need be.
“Thank you, pretty girl,” Seunghun coos in your ear, one hand sliding up your thigh to your side and then across to your belly. He lets his hand wander beneath your shirt, soaking in the warmth of your skin underneath. His hand feels so soothing on your nervous stomach but even better when he cups your breast, his hot whisper covering you in goosebumps. “My pretty little plaything.”
Something about Seunghun’s confidence is making you particularly dizzy. You haven’t gotten nearly as much physical stimulation from him as you’ve gotten from Byounggon but fuck, the way he talks with so much self-assuredness is making you impatient. You want to feel him, every inch of him, so fucking bad you could almost cry.
“Hun… need you.” Your voice is barely audible, eyes too focused on Byounggon pushing your thighs apart for him just that much further, his lips kissing every inch of skin on his way up to your core. You lean your head back on Seunghun’s shoulder, feeling unsteady from all of the overwhelm.
Seunghun chuckles lowly, his other hand pressing flatly against your stomach while pushing his hips up at the same time, making sure you feel just how much he needs you too. He quiets his voice so only you can hear him when he speaks this time. “Just wait, pretty. I want him to fuck you so you know I can do it better.”
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Byounggon heard him from the way he punctuates Seunghun’s sentence with a slow, firm stripe of his tongue up your slit. Your nails dig into Seunghun’s thighs as you moan for the other man, your legs quaking from just how aroused you already are. Byounggon likes this, smirking up at you before repeating the process with audible pleasure.
This time, he immediately pulls himself up onto his knees afterwards, his hand reaching for the back of your neck. He pulls you to him and instantly attaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth for a rushed, sloppy, needy kiss that has you both moaning. Seunghun’s hands steady themselves on your waist while he watches, grinding himself into you as he gets off from the view.
When Byounggon reluctantly pulls away, he licks his lips as he takes in your appearance. You somehow look like a complete mess already with your red cheeks and messy hair and he’s not sure how much longer he can take not messing you up properly. His eyes flicker to Seunghun behind you and then back to your glossy eyes, always awaiting their next move. “Y/n, why don’t you tell Seunghun just how ready you are for us? I’m sure you can still taste it on your tongue.”
If you weren’t already flushed enough, you are now. He’s right. You feel incredibly exposed, but insatiable too.
You pout but nod your head nonetheless, turning your head to make as much eye contact with Seunghun as possible in your position. “Hun, I’m really ready,” your small voice strives to ensure. Seunghun couldn’t fight the self-satisfied grin on his face if he wanted to.
“Mhmm?” Seunghun presses a kiss to your temple before directing his attention back to Byounggon. “Give our girl what she’s asking for then, right?”
All the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering about recklessly when Seunghun gives you your next instruction: “Stand up for me, pretty.” You do so without question, turning to look at him for next steps, only to catch him wordlessly instructing Byounggon instead, nodding his head to the other end of the couch. Byounggon understands, seating himself in the intended location before pushing his boxers down just far enough to free his aching member. The sigh of relief that escapes him makes your pulse stutter, worsened only as you watch him start to slowly stroke himself.
“Y/n, why don’t you come sit on my lap? Let me feel you.”
You don’t even notice the way you bite your lip at the thought, legs already moving towards the blue-haired boy. You start to climb back onto his lap like before, every nerve vibrating from the knowledge that there is no barrier between your sex now. You’re moments away from feeling the fullness of him.
“Nuh-uh,” Seunghun tsks.
You freeze, one knee between Byounggon’s and the couch, the other hovering at Seunghun’s protest.
“Face me.”
You try to hush the thick gulp in your throat, body slowly turning to heed Seunghun’s directive. Byounggon’s hands help keep you steady, settling on your waist as he nudges his face into the crook of your neck, open-mouthed kisses warming your already burning hot body. His hands press down on your hips, guiding your body where he wants it–on his cock. You gasp when you feel him press against your entrance, your hand drifting down to grasp him, guide him too.
You hadn’t realized that your eyes had wandered away from Seunghun again until he says your name, stopping you from sinking down onto Byounggon. Your eyes snap back in place and you see him: he’s leaning against the arm of the couch, boxers discarded, hand wrapped around a much thicker length than you would’ve pinned him for. Your cunt aches despite the ready shaft threatening to push inside of it any second.
“You’re going to watch me, yes?” Seunghun’s voice is low, hypnotizing.
You nod, wide eyes thankful for this privilege. You focus on the slow drag of his hand as he strokes himself until you feel Byounggon’s hips push up, reminding you that you are here with two frustratingly gorgeous men. How you went from forgetting Seunghun existed while you drowned yourself in Byounggon is beyond you. Right now, Seunghun won’t let you pay attention to anything but him. Byounggon is being far too gracious. You should take good care of him. You will.
“Hmm,” you muse, giving Byounggon your sweetest voice, remembering not to look away from the man in front of you. “Can I sit on you now, Gon? Really want you.”
This small affirmation does the job and then some. You feel him twitch against your swollen lips, fingers squeezing your hips. “Please,” he groans. There’s no whine to his plea, only lust. You give both of you what you crave, lowering yourself slowly onto Byounggon’s dribbling cock, a shaky moan forcing your lips apart.
Your eyes fixate on the movement of Seunghun’s tongue snaking out to swipe over his lip, his own eyes watching your face morph at the feeling of being stretched open. You continue on until you’ve taken every inch Byounggon has to offer you and only then does he make a sound: labored breath from being held in followed by a painfully delicious “fuck.” You give yourself a moment to fully appreciate the fullness before you rise again, the drag of Byounggon against your walls filling you with relief, bliss.
You’re not sure if it’s because you got so worked up or because Byounggon feels so good or because Seunghun is pumping his cock for you, but you are positive that it won’t be long until you cum. The tension is close to snapping before you’ve even properly set your pace, struggling to keep your eyes open as your ears are graced with urgent grunts and satiated moans. You can almost hear a cry in your own mewls. Finally.
“Fuck, she feels so good,” Byounggon groans. He suddenly snaps his hips up into you, coaxing a pornographic moan that would probably make you feel shy if you weren’t so incredibly needy.
Byounggon’s hand glides up the front of your body, pressing firmly against your upper abdomen to hold you in place against his chest. You hum, covering his hand with yours, grateful for the stability. You arch your back as you continuously pump yourself full of him, free hand digging into the cushion next to you. He feels so fucking perfect inside you that you’re not sure you can handle it.
Especially not with Seunghun fucking his hand for you to watch, precum quickly accumulating at the head of his cock. Suddenly your mouth feels too dry, too empty. You whine from the frustration.
“Mm? What is it, baby?” Seunghun asks, curious eyes accompanied by a knowing smile.
You don’t tell him that you want him to use your mouth instead of his hand, that you want him to cum down your throat. You’re feeling too overwhelmed to say much at all, thighs quaking from your every sense being stimulated.
“Wanna cum,” you moan in an almost-whisper, eliciting a twitch of Byounggon’s cock inside you. You can hear him hiss and thrust up, holding your body down on him firmly so you can feel him in the farthest depths of your cunt. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, jaw slack. “Gon,” you plead, head falling back on his shoulder. You can feel his body respond to every little word, every little touch, hands and cock so affected by you, so eager to take care of you.
Seunghun doesn’t seem to be upset that you’re not watching him anymore like you thought he’d be. “Gon,” he starts, his voice scratchy from the way he’s gotten himself riled up. “Make her cum.”
Your body jerks when you suddenly feel pressure on your all-too-sensitive clit. Your head rolls on Byounggon’s shoulder, the softest whine of need leaving your lips. You can feel his eyes burning into you, no doubt getting off on how fucked out you look. He has fully taken control by this point, fucking up into you as deeply as he can reach with each thrust. “Cum for me, y/n,” he coos by your ear, his own unsteady breathing giving himself away.
It’s mere seconds before you do exactly that, hands clutching at the forearm responsible for the circles on your clit. “F-fuck, Gon,” you stutter out as your cunt suctions to his cock, your body suddenly feeling too heavy. He fucks you through your orgasm, surprising no one when he groans and pumps you full of his own cum.
You melt into Byounggon and he melts into the couch behind him. You’re both panting and sweating, satiated but still on the edge of your seats. Byounggon rubs his hand soothingly over your stomach and it’s this small gesture that reminds you who he is: your best friend that always takes care of you.
You don’t have time to appreciate it, though, because there are hands gliding up the insides of your thigh. You hum and start to lift your head, Seunghun’s hands drifting further upwards until they’re on your hips, tugging for your attention. “Too tired, princess?”
You shake your head and reach out for him. His smile is warm, fond, as he carefully pulls you to him, Byounggon’s length sliding out of you. He hovers you above his lap, lips devouring yours the second they’re close enough. “Such a good girl for us,” he mumbles between kisses, making you gasp when he suddenly flips you over, pressing you into the couch beneath him.
His fingertips stroke down your back on either side until they land on your hips once again, sharply pulling them up to him as he thrusts his own, letting his cock slide between your folds. You twitch from the sensitivity, whimpering his name. “You sound so pretty.” He grinds himself against you, letting you feel every nerve ignite from the drag of his cock on your sex. “Gon, c’mere. Come hold her hand.”
Your stomach flips, unsure whether he’s just being sweet or implying that you might need it. Either way, Gon does as he’s told, sinking to the ground next to you, his fingers lacing through yours. “I got you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. It’s just in time because the next second, Seunghun is pushing his thick cock inside you in one go.
You can feel tears pricking your eyes, a silent moan exhausting all of your oxygen. Byounggon was plenty to fill you but the stretch of Seunghun burns just right. Combine that with your already-sensitive state and your body is overloaded. “H-hun,” you cry. “Feel so full.”
Seunghun sucks air through his teeth as he starts to shallowly thrust inside you, his eyes glued to the point your bodies meet. “You’re already squeezing me like crazy,” he groans, his head falling back as he takes a minute to just enjoy the feeling of you wrapped around him. His thumb busies itself on your clit and you squeeze Byoungon’s hand, whimpering as you fight the spasming of your body.
Byounggon slides your shirt up above your breasts and leans in, his soft lips enveloping your nipple. The slow tease of his tongue only makes you squeeze his hand harder. He was supposed to be your refuge but he’s only adding to the fire. You can’t help but watch him–his soft, closed eyelashes making him look precious even while he inches you closer to climax.
Maybe Seunghun just came back to reality or maybe he got a little jealous of your attention being placed elsewhere. He suddenly starts to ramp up his pace, forcing your attention back to him as he drives himself into you again and again, never properly letting you adjust to the change of speed.
It’s all to his plan. Fuck you out of your mind until he’s the only thing left in it.
Byounggon struggles to keep a grasp on your nipple now, your breasts bouncing far too much. He opts for messy, wet kisses all over your breast, chest, and neck instead, groaning as if he’s the one getting to fuck you. He probably feels like he is with the way you can’t stop crying and whimpering and whining so close to his ear. You’re not using words anymore, just letting Seunghun and his cock pull out of you whatever it is they want.
“Look at you,” Seunghun coos, his cock slowing only to push in deeper with every thrust. The thumb on your clit slows to a stop. He revels in the way your eyebrows knit together every time he presses into you fully, your eyes both pleading for mercy and begging him not to stop. “It feels good having us take care of you, hmm?” You can’t answer him and he knows it. “Just so wet and willing to let your two best friends fill you to the brim?”
You gasp for the air you keep forgetting to breathe in, your free hand falling above your head. You’re hot. The room is damp with sweat and sex. You try to find words, force your mouth to speak. “Need you,” does the job, even though it comes out dripping with pathetic desperation.
Seunghun hums his approval, returning to his ministrations on your clit. His hips start to pick up their pace again–gradually this time–and you give yourself over to the feelings. “Need me?” He looks sexy, almost arrogant, as he taunts you. “I’ll give you all of me.”
And my god, he does. Seunghun drills into you with abandon, eyes tracing your face and body for every tiny reaction he can rip out of you. He notes the way your saliva pools in your mouth, the way your body vibrates, the way tears drip from your eyelashes. It’s all so delicious to him. He leans over you, his free thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “Pretty baby,” he mumbles against the corner of your lips, never quite kissing you. “Want to fill you up with my cum, is that okay?”
You choke out a sob, nodding and writhing beneath him as his thumb adjusts to match the ruthless speed of his hips. Byounggon is threading his hand through your hair now, soothing you as much as he can given the circumstances. “You’re doing so well, y/n,” he praises and it fucks you up because you can hear how sincerely he means it. Another reminder of who you’re with and how much you care for each other.
Seunghun’s hands wander back down to your hips, grabbing them tightly in preparation. He motions for Byounggon to work your clit for him with a simple nod of his head and then it’s game over.
Seunghun pulls your hips down onto him with every thrust into you. His own brows are furrowed now, but in concentration. Neither of them have fucked you as hard as he’s fucking you now. He was deep and snappy before, but now he’s slapping skin against skin with so much force that you can practically feel your soul exiting your body. You don’t even need Byounggon’s deft fingers, but they work you into a frenzy anyway.
“S-Seunghun!” You cry out, your orgasm overcoming you so quickly you don’t even have time to prepare for it. You’re rendered useless as he fucks you through it, body limp and brain clouded. You’re only really aware of the sound of Seunghun swearing under his breath as you clench around him, fucking into you a time or ten more until he’s painting your inner walls with his seed.
You’re not entirely sure how long you stay like this. You only know that you start to come down when you feel two soft pairs of lips kissing your shoulder and your chest, calling you back to them. “Hmm?” You mumble, letting them know that you’re here, that you hear them. You blink your eyes slowly until you can focus them back on the present.
You smile warmly, shyly at your two best friends who are looking at you with stars in their eyes. “Thank you?” You say, unsure, and they laugh, nuzzling their faces into your shoulders. “Love you,” you say, and you’ve never been more sure about anything.
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Making out with cix when they’re horny? 👀
MAKING OUT WITH CIX | masterlist
g!n reader x cix
warnings: nsfw! (minors dni)
a/n: CIX BRAINROT AAA these were supposed to just be bullets but i got a littttle carried away hehe
‧₊˚. byounggon
you had suddenly straddled him while he was working on music at his desk, arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him stupidly. he'd be a bit stunned at first, letting out a "woah, you okay, hun?" — but when you whispered into his ear how needy you were, a flip would switch in his head and he'd be all over you right away. his plush lips moved in sync with yours as you let him take the lead, his hands finding the tops of your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. you couldn't help but moan into his mouth and the sound would only spur him on further. his hands would travel up your hips until they were pressed against your lower back where your shirt had ridden up slightly, drawing tiny circles on the exposed skin. he'd use his grip on you to help rock you in his lap, happily swallowing your moans with every brush of your hips against his.
"i'm gonna make you feel so good."
‧₊˚. seunghun
it'd start off with sleepy morning kisses, both of you still comfy in bed and barely awake. you'd be pressed close against his chest to salvage as much warmth as possible in the cold room, your lips moving lazily against his. one of his hands would tightly be gripping your waist as the kiss heats up, smoothly slipping his tongue into your mouth. you'd ride your hands up under his shirt, drawing patterns on his stomach, fingers dancing across his chest. your hands turn him on so much and he'd get hard from only that; you exploring his body. he'd roll onto his back, pulling you on top of him before latching his lips to your jaw, nipping at your sweet spots, and then he'll trail his kisses back up to your swollen lips. the way he rut up into your core drove you crazy, your hands finding solace on his shoulders to ground you.
"i want you so bad, baby," he'd let out in a breathy moan. and what he wants, he gets.
‧₊˚. yonghee
i feel like it'd start out super innocent. probably just watching a show in his bed, or taking a nap together. you feel him shift closer to you before resting his head on your shoulder — and then you feel his gaze on you. you'd look down at him and give him a soft smile before turning back to the screen — but then he'd lift his head and his hand would come up to your chin, turning your face back towards him, capturing your lips before you could even think. this kiss was needier than they usually are between you two and you couldn't stop the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach as his hand moved to hold the back of your neck. he would help you lay down gently before moving on top of you in one swift movement, never once breaking the kiss. yonghee rarely initiated intimacy like this and you knew that he had to have been really pent up to get to this point. you could feel his erection poking your thigh as he pressed himself against you, airy moans leaving his mouth as you reach up to tangle your hands in his hair and pull him even closer to you.
‧₊˚. jinyoung
jinyoung had his lips on yours the moment he had walked through that door. maybe sending him pics of you in only your underwear while he was working hadn't been the best idea — because now he was going to eat you alive. he'd run his fingers through your hair and tilt your head back in the process to expose your neck to him, lightly biting and kissing your skin — just enough to make you needy but not enough to bruise. your hands would be tightly clasped onto his jacket, unable to control your moans as he licked over a particularly hard bite before grabbing both of your cheeks in his hands and slamming his lips against yours again. he'd walk you back towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his thigh. you were already riled up by his lips, and the contact between your heat and the muscles of his thigh was enough to punch a moan out of you, dropping your head against his shoulder.
"none of that, prince(ss). i want to see how i make you fall apart."
‧₊˚. hyunsuk
you can immediately tell when hyunsuk is horny — he doesn't even try to hide it. he becomes so touchy and clingy and if you're not giving him attention, he'll follow you around the house like a dejected puppy. once you're finished with your tasks, you'll finally give him your attention, standing up on your tippy-toes to press a light and sweet kiss to his lips. when i tell you he'd literally whine when you pull away, grip your hips before you could slip off, and pull you in again ten times harder. he'd turn into putty in your hands when you slip your hands under his shirt and run your fingernails lightly down his back. the kiss would be so desperate, quiet gasps leaving your lips as he slowly backs you up against the wall. one of his arms would come up to cage you in, your senses only filled with the scent of his cologne and his soft lips on yours. he'd break the kiss to whisper all the things he wanted to do to you right then and there, his warm breath fanning your sensitive ears, sending shivers down your spine.
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Jealousy's fair game
Words; 2,564
Fandom; CIX feat, Cignature
Pairing; Reader X Kim Yonghee
Characters; Kim Yonghee, Lee Byounggon, Kim Seunghun, Bae Jinyoung, Yoon Hyunsuk, Moon Chaesol, Kim Jiwon, Jung Yeonjeong, Jenny Yun, Jin Hyeonju, Goo Semi, Kwon Dohee
Warnings, Kissing Games, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Body Marking, Hair Pulling, Degrading, spanking, Rough and slight public sex and Orgasm denial.
Requested by Anonymous
"Do you like Y/N?” Seunghun said with a smirk on his face looking at Yonghee. A red blush view falls upon his expression as you look to him awaiting his answer. You feel as if you've been choked when he screws his face in disgust and shakes his head. "Fuck you," you scoff giggling as you flip him off, despite knowing that it felt like he practically kicked you in the stomach right now.
You had a crush on Kim Yonghee for the last three years. The only one who knew this was Byounggon. You had confided in him that you wanted more then the friendship Yonghee was offering. Byounggon had reassured you that Yonghee wouldn't push you away. He was suspicious he also liked you and that had led to the very truth or dare game you were currently playing. "Dare," you said when it came your turn, you feared for a question that would lead to double rejection tonight. "I dare you to snog Byounggon," Semi giggled as both yours and your childhood friend’s eyes widened in fear. Before you could question the dare, Byounggon crawled on all fours towards you. His hands resting upon your shoulder reassuringly. Lips falling to yours he made sure to put on a show. Letting his tongue slide against yours as he kissed you slowly. His fingers rubbing down your jawline in such a tender moment. "You two sure you're not hiding something?" Dohee whistled excitedly. But before you could deny anything you noticed Yonghee unclench his fist. Was he jealous? Did it disturb him you kissing Byounggon? The game continues for several more rounds when it came to your turn again. Yeonjeong was about to throw a dare when Seunghun ended the game. "My neighbours are complaining," he said shaking his phone into the view. "I think we should leave this for another day," he said with a slight grimace as the room grumbled. "How you getting home?" Byounggon asked suggestively as you tilted your head his way. "I can't drive you home I’ve been drinking," he said despite knowing he had only drank one drink during the evening. "I'm getting a taxi. I only live round the corner, I’ll drop her back," Jinyoung said throwing his arm around your neck. Byounggon breathed deeply with annoyance. You then realised he was trying to encourage Yonghee who was sober all night to give you a ride. "I'll look after your girl I promise," Jinyoung giggled tipsy at his elder. "A kiss don't equal lovers," Byounggon protested as you took one look to Yonghee. He was quiet and avoided your eye contact. You couldn't help but feel he was jealous of Byounggon and Jinyoung.
"7 minutes in heaven," Chaesol said in excitement when you met the following week for drinks. Everyone agrees but you and Yonghee. You knew that these games were hurting the both of you. As everyone wrote down their names and placed them in a hat. You sat hoping that somehow you would be placed with Yonghee. Instead Hyunsuk was paired with you. His hands frisky falling on your body as he pulled you to the walk in wardrobe in Seunghun’s room. "I so want to get lost in your body," he said stroking his hand down your torso. "I don't think I can do this," you complained as he lightly hummed. "Because you like Yonghee," he said. As through the cracks of the wardrobe you could see a gentle smile. "Yes," you whispered looking down. Fingers under your chin he pointed for you to look his way. "He's so stubborn he won't admit he likes you too," he said as you tilted your head his direction. "He likes me?" You asked as he chuckled. "But he won't admit it," Hyunsuk chuckles lightly. "Why?" You ask wanting to know more. "Ask Seunghun he knows the details, he confides in everything with him." Hyunsuk said as his hands pulled the loose hair behind your ear. You could hear the countdown as you both stumbled out the wardrobe. Your faces hot from the heat. But you guess the room would have made presumptions of how steamy it was in there. You could see Yonghee’s jaw tighten as your eyes met. "I've got to go," Yonghee said sternly as he got off the floor. "Please don't leave so soon," you asked looking his way. But he refused eye contact. "Sorry Seunghun, my father needs me to run some errands," he said straightening his jacket. You couldn't help but follow as you chased him down the corridor. "Yonghee," you called as he stiffened upon your voice. "I'm busy Y/N what is it that you want," he growled without looking your way. "Can we talk," you pleaded as he started walking once more. "I'm busy, another day," he grumbled before fastening his speed as you stood there, giving up chasing him.
The following week another greet. Seunghun was struggling for ideas clearly till Byounggon mentioned the Suck and blow game. This time Seunghun made sure that you were placed between him and Yonghee. You were placed in a group with Jiwon and Byounggon. As Jinyoung, Hyunsuk was with Hyeonju, Jenny & Semi.
You watched as Byounggon sucked in the piece of paper between his lips as he arched towards Jiwon. Hands falling to the back of her head he leaned himself in as the two worked to pass it. Jiwon twisted to look at Seunghun as he chuckled. Straightening his face, he rushed his lips at her. Seunghun struggled and all of a sudden you saw the sheet fall to the floor. Byounggon and Jiwon groaned at Seunghun who looked sheepish. Your eyes looked to the other group. Semi gently slapping Jinyoung was telling you that their side was doing no better. You could hear Yonghee’s frustration behind you when Seunghun let the paper fall once more. "Come on we're not going to win at this rate," you grumbled gently punching Seunghun’s arm as he looked at you sheepishly rubbing it. When he managed to succeed, his face spun to yours. As he pulled the sheet to your lips he chuckled letting it slip as your lips locked. "Seunghun," you grumbled feeling your lips where his fell. Seunghun's face was a little fallen when he took the figure behind, telling you once again Yonghee wasn't amused. As the paper made its way back down. Seunghun’s hand accidentally touched your breast while reaching for your arm. Causing your own lips to let the paper fall. "For fuck sake will you two stop making out and hurry up so we can win," Yonghee grumbled behind you which had you sigh. The game was a lot harder then it looked. After yours and Seunghun's third attempt you turned to face Yonghee. It was like just the thought of him being on the other side of the paper made your heartache. Instantly your lips failed to suck the paper in as it fell before Yonghee could even get close. His eyes rolled in frustration as you quietly apologised. Passing to him for the second time, just the mere hand on your shoulder had your heart thundering as he reached towards you. The paper once more fell to the floor. "You guys just pure suck at this. You should give up. We've won," Jinyoung said amused. "For fuck sake, if you and Seunghun wasn't flirting we would have won that," Yonghee said gritting his teeth as Seunghun dead panned him back. "What the actual hell man," Seunghun grumbled back at him. "I'm done with these silly drinking sessions," Yonghee said going to swipe his coat from the coat rack.
"Don't please, please don't go," you spun towards him hands on his chest as he refused to look your way. "Don't let me get in the way of your men time," he growls looking up towards you. "The only man time I want is with you," you spluttered letting the words fall as the girls gasped. "Kim Yonghee I'm crazy about you and you only," you finished as his face softened towards you. "I only kissed Byounggon because it was a game," you said pausing to look your friend's way. "We're just friends I promise," you said as nerves hit you. "Jinyoung just took me home that's all nothing happened," you added as Jinyoung confirmed your events. "Hyunsuk and I just spoke in there. Mostly about how you liked me but your scared," you said pointing to the wardrobe. "I'm not scared," Yonghee spat out. "And Seunghun is just really shit at that game, pure and simple," you said as Seunghun widened his eyes in horror before calming as the guys chuckled. "To be fair she's got a point," he added chirpy at his diss. "And just now with you you made me so anxious. The butterflies in my stomach you gave me at the thought of our lips being close," you said placing your hand over your stomach to calm it. "Yonghee....." you couldn't finish the sentence as he dragged you to the walk in wardrobe.
Entering the dark space he pushed you against the wall. He clearly doesn't want to talk as his lips attack yours.
Teeth clashing in his rushed desire. Like a bottle that's been shook and exploded. His hands find the hair tie holding your hair as he pulls it out. Fingers twirling around the locks he pulls enough to expose your neck. Teeth falling to the skin he suckles causing you to hiss as your hands grab his waist. "Your mine," he growls before pressing his lips to another spot on your collarbone. "I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows your mine," he threatens after he marks a second blemish. Hands falling to your dress he lowers the top half so that his lips can reach the top of your breasts. He continues his marking along them as you hiss, digging your nails into his waist. "I'm going to punish you for making me jealous," he growls as you hear the guys spew, 'eww,' , 'Save my ears,' & 'Do this elsewhere," from the other side of the wall. Twisting you so you're facing the surface, he places your hands against the plasterboard. Hands raking up your dress they find your panties, as he rips them. Fingers skirting to your folds he wastes no time plunging them in. Scissoring your heat roughly you grimace as he sets a rushed pace. Though pain is the first sensation you feel it's like your body enjoys his torture. Yonghee can feel this from how soaked your core is. "Your so wet my little whore," he says as his teeth find another space of skin on the back of your neck to mark. "You can't cum," he warns as his fingers speeds that draws moans. Music hits from outside the wardrobe, no doubt to drown out the moans that had slipped from your lips. He pulls his fingers leaving you empty as he places them in your mouth. "Taste how wet you are you dirty bitch," he growls in your ears that has your walls clench around nothing. "I'm going to fuck you now, and if you cum before I give permission. That's it, I'm walking away from you do you understand?” he asks so deeply next to your ear. Nodding doesn't give him satisfaction. "What did I say Y/N?” he grumbles as his teeth dig in your skin once more. "That if I want you I have to not cum," you hiss beneath the sore skin burning from his marks. You hear a rip of foil and you wait patiently for him to continue his torture.
Bending you over slightly he enters you with one deep fast thrust. Screams falling that you know the music won't mask. "That's it baby, you won't ever get me jealous again will you?” he asks as his hands wrap your hair around them. "I can't hear you," he spits out as he yanks your hair. "No baby, I won't," you splutter but you know he can't hear. Another yank has you repeat it much louder. His red hot shaft starts thrusting with heaviness against your cervix. Walls clenching around him has his pull much harsher around your hair. "Don't you dare cum," he demands as you help to meet his thrust. "You're so hungry for my cock aren't you my little whore," he chuckles pleased with your desperation to feel him deeper. Feeling an orgasm creep up you stiffen in fear. "What's up baby," he sniggers knowing your struggling. "Don't hold back, fuck yourself on me," he demands but you don't move. "What's up, you're such a cock whore you can't work with me without falling apart," he mocks as you nod. "Well let me work against your lazy ass," he says slapping your ass that has you yelp. Slamming him self with more speed has your fist clench against your struggle. You know the real risk of falling apart and exploding around him is high right now. "Please, please," you cry as you slap the wall feeling your body tremble. "You can't Kiss Byounggon and Seunghun and think you can get away with it," he grumbles as you whimper. "I didn't kiss Seunghun, not on purpose," you whimper as you throw your head from frustration into the wall hurting as it falls. Hands falling to your arms he pulls you backwards to avoid your head hitting the wall. However, the change of position does little to ease your struggle. Tears are falling down your eyes as you feel your losing your mind holding your orgasm back. "Who do you belong to?" He pants into your ear. "You," you whimper as his hands embrace your body pulling you closer to him. "What's my name?" He growls as you hear his own struggle in his voice. "Kim Yonghee, I belong to Kim Yonghee," you cry as you feel seconds away from slipping. "Please, please I can't hold back, I don't want to lose you," you sob in fear and excitement. "Oh Baby, you won't lose me because your mine now," he chuckles as his lips kiss a tear running down your face. "You can cum baby," he pants as he chases his high. "Y/N your mine," he cry's as he spills himself into the condom. "Yonghee," you scream so loud you hear your ears ring as you explode around him. Convulsing on his dick he thrusts his remaining rhythm into you as he leans himself with his arms wrapped around you into the wall.
Heavy panting in your ear you feel him slip from you. "Your mine Y/N, don't forget that," he says barely audible. "No more of these silly kissing games," he demands as you twist in his hold to face him. "Why would I kiss anyone that isn't my boyfriend?" You question looking up at his face. Even in the slight gap of light his beautiful mole under his left eye in your view left you breathless. "Let's go show them what's mine," he said as his lips fall to yours. Holding your hand in his you both walk into the room as you capture everyone blushes, but Seunghun and Byounggon smirks. "Finally you two are sorted, now never torture us again with those sounds," Seunghun snaps as you both blush like crazy.
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#kpop smut#kpopidol#fiction#cix smut#Kim Yonghee smut#lee byounggon#Kim seunghun#bae jinyoung#yoon hyunsuk#Moon Chaesol#Kim Jiwon#Jung Yeonjeong#Jenny Yun#Jin Hyeonju#goo semi#cignature#kwon dohee
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KPOP Masterlist
A/N: This is a list of the groups I write for!
REQUESTS are always welcome! If you have groups/artists you'd like to request, go ahead!
Check out my JPOP masterlist!
SEVENTEEN
Reactions (All Members):
You surprise them on tour
Scenarios (All Members):
Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:
S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol)
Boyfriend POV
Jeonghan (Yoon Jeonghan)
Boyfriend POV
Joshua (Hong Jisoo)
Boyfriend POV
Jun (Wen Junhui)
Boyfriend POV
Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung)
Boyfriend POV
Wonwoo (Jeon Wonwoo)
Boyfriend POV
Woozi (Lee Jihoon)
Boyfriend POV
DK (Lee Seokmin)
Boyfriend POV
Mingyu (Kim Mingyu)
Boyfriend POV
The8 (Xu Minghao)
Boyfriend POV
Seungkwan (Boo Seungkwan)
Boyfriend POV
Vernon (Choi Hansol)
Boyfriend POV
Dino (Lee Chan)
Boyfriend POV
ATEEZ
Reactions (All Members):
Finding out your bias
Scenarios (All Members):
Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:
Hongjoong (Kim Hongjoong)
Boyfriend POV
Seonghwa (Park Seonghwa)
Boyfriend POV
Yunho (Jeong Yunho)
Boyfriend POV
Yeosang (Kang Yeosang)
Boyfriend POV
Mingi (Song Mingi)
Boyfriend POV
San (Choi San)
Boyfriend POV
Wooyoung (Jung Wooyoung)
Boyfriend POV
Jongho (Choi Jongho)
Boyfriend POV
NCT
Reactions (Separated By Unit):
NCT 127:
Wearing Their Clothes
NCT U
NCT DREAM
Wayv
Scenarios (Separated By Unit):
NCT 127
NCT U
NCT DREAM
Wayv
Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:
Taeyong (Lee Taeyong)
Boyfriend POV
Dad POV
Taeil (Moon Taeil)
Boyfriend POV
Johnny (John Suh)
Boyfriend POV
Yuta (Nakamoto Yuta)
Boyfriend POV
Love Bites
Kun (Qian Kun)
Boyfriend POV
Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung)
Boyfriend POV
Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul)
Boyfriend POV
Jaehyun (Jeong Jaehyun)
Boyfriend POV
WinWin (Dong Si Cheng)
Boyfriend POV
Jungwoo (Kim Jungwoo)
Boyfriend POV
Mark (Mark Lee)
Boyfriend POV
Xiaojun (Xiao Dejun)
Boyfriend POV
Hendery (Wong Kunhang)
Boyfriend POV
Renjun (Huang Renjun)
Boyfriend POV
Jeno (Lee Jeno)
Boyfriend POV
Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)
Boyfriend POV
Jaemin (Na Jaemin)
Boyfriend POV
Yangyang (Liu Yangyang)
Boyfriend POV
Chenle (Zhong Chenle)
Boyfriend POV
Jisung (Park Jisung)
Boyfriend POV
CIX
Reactions (All Members):
You being scared during a movie
Wearing their clothes
Scenarios (All Members):
Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:
BX (Lee Byounggon)
Boyfriend POV
Seunghun (Kim Seunghun)
Boyfriend POV
Yonghee (Kim Yonghee)
Boyfriend POV
Jinyoung (Bae Jinyoung)
Boyfriend POV
Hyunsuk (Yoon Hyunsuk)
Boyfriend POV
When The Hand Stops
VAV
Reactions (All Members):
Scenarios (All Members):
Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:
St. Van (Lee Geumhyuk)
Boyfriend POV
ACE (Jang Wooyoung)
Boyfriend POV
Ayno (Noh Yoonho)
Boyfriend POV
Jacob (Zhang Peng)
Boyfriend POV
Lou (Kim Hosung)
Boyfriend POV
Ziu (Park Heejun)
Boyfriend POV
UPCOMING GROUPS: (Requests open)
BTS
STRAY KIDS
GOT7
TAN
RIIZE
SHINEE
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
THE BOYZ
MCND
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what do you think of cix + its individual members? i just saw them in concert yesterday and i had such a great experience but im really curious as to ur thoughts!!!
hi! cix is actually a group i am not that invested in, and which i just politely admire from afar. they are like one of my in law group via my best friend sofie (@jjongho), but from what i’ve seen of them, i think they are such talented performers and SUPREMELY underrated. the first thing i’ve ever seen of them was jungle and it’s been in my rotation ever since then. that song is literally just kpop perfection, i was gagged the first time i heard it. i wish we had more of that sort of sound again… so innovative and sleek and cool. a little darker and more elegant than monsta x. like, cix really do deserve their flowers.
in terms of members, i simply don’t know them enough to say that much about each individual member, but seunghun caught my eye immediately, and i think he’s such a gifted singer with a flair for dramatics and a bit of a flourish… we don’t have that enough in the industry anymore. they are all so dedicated, and they seem like they’d be a really good time live; i hope you had a great evening!! tell me more if you want!
#ask#anon#soo interesting bc i occasionally think like huh. i wonder what the cix guys are doing#i’m always rooting for them!!
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𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!
Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written
Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.
Warning: None
Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️
The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.
She stacked them and started decorating, She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.
Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.
When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.
Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.
She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.
After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.
With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.
He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.
Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.
She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.
The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.
“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.
“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.
“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”
“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”
“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”
“Oh, okay.”
The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.
“They’re on the elevator.”
“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.
She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.
“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.
“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”
“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.
“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.
“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.
Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.
She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.
She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.
“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.
“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.
“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.
“Maaaybe.”
He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.
“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.
“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.
“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”
“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”
“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”
“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.
“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.
“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”
“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.
Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.
She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.
She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.
They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.
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Cix masterlist || Main masterlist
#blossominghunnie#cix#cix fluff#cix hyunsuk#yoon hyunsuk#yoon hyunsuk imagine#yoon hyunsuk x reader#yoon hyunsuk x fem!reader#cix x reader#cix imagine#kpop imagines
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Opposites
context: popular college student! seunghun x lonely college student! g.n. reader
word count: 3.6k
warnings: fluff, some angst
a/n: idk how this got so long but enjoy !
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you were both complete opposites. you hated everyone, he loved everyone. he always wore color while you wore black, grey, and white tones. you were a business major while he was a music major. he was well known and “popular” around campus, while you blended into the background. you couldn’t be more different from one another, so when you both got paired up to work on a class project together you couldn’t be more anxious and a bit irritated. why him? of all people? you even would’ve been fine with the asshole soccer player.
as class finished up, you took your time packing up and stuffing your notebook into your bag. before you could put your headphones on, a tall figure started approaching you at the corner of your eyes. you could already feel his positive aura oozing out onto the floor and approaching you at a rapid pace.
“excuse me?” you heard him say, the smile evident in his voice. when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed the bright smile that spread from ear to ear. it was lovely and welcoming- which to you was frightening.
“yes?” you replied, fiddling with the wire of your headphones awaiting his response.
“we’re partners for the project,” he started, his smile never fading as he spoke. “can we exchange numbers so we can plan our meet up for the project?”
you nodded, pulling out your phone and opening your contacts to add a new one. you typed his name into your phone before handing it over to him, standing up from your chair as you did so. when you noticed the height difference between you both, you felt intimidated. you never noticed his height until now, has he always been this tall?
when he took your phone in his hands he was going to start typing out his name when he realized it was already typed out, causing him to raise a curious brow. he glanced up at you as he typed in his number, parting his lips. after inserting his number he texted himself a quick ‘hi’ so he had your number as well. “how do you know my name?”
when he finished and handed you back your phone, you opened up your music app to start listening to some ph-1 as you walked back to your dorm. “you’re kim seunghun, everyone knows who you are.” you said as you slid your headphones on, putting your phone in your pocket and walking away from the confused man that stood there baffled. who were you?
a sigh of content escaped your lips as you finished up your rough draft of an essay for your english class. you had been sitting on your ass for the past three hours writing, your stomach now growling because you haven’t had food for severest hours. as if on cue, your roommate, chaesol, walked in looking as tired as ever. you weren’t that close to her, but she was the only person you’d ever consider a friend.
“hey,” you started, turning to look in her direction and watch her plop dramatically onto her twin XL mattress. “long day?”
all she did was hum in response, turning on her back and staring up at the white ceiling. for a few seconds, silence filled the room you both shared. when you stood up after closing your laptop is when she spoke up again. “the cafeteria just closed, by the way. i don’t know if you ate yet but i didn’t see you so i figured i’d let you know.” the groan that left your lips signified that you hadn’t ate, which made her feel bad for not picking you up something. “the snack shack should be open though. it’s not the most healthy but i’d rather you eat something rather than nothing.”
you nodded, grabbing your wallet and putting on your kuromi themed slippers. “thanks for letting me know, chae. do you want anything?”
she shook her head, sitting up lazily in her bed and kicking off her backpack from on top of her bed. “no, i’m good. by the time you come back i might be asleep anyway. i appreciate it though, thank you.” she smiled over at you, waiting for your awkward smile back. and when you sent it her way, she waved as you walked out the door and down to get some fried food.
excitement filled you as you noticed there was no line, only the two workers behind the counter. you walked up to both of them, ordering mozzarella sticks with onion rings and a vanilla cola. you thanked the workers, sitting down on one of the couches after paying and watching whatever was on the miniature TV mounted on the wall. you normally didn’t watch the office, but since it was the only thing on you figured you would invest your time in it for the time being. in fact, you were so invested that you didn’t even feel someone sit next to you.
for a few moments, seunghun just sat there staring at you. not saying a word. when it hit him how weird that probably was, he spoke up. “hey, partner.” his voice caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your seat. he let out a chuckle, putting his hands up in defense when you shot him a glare. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. just figured i’d say hi.”
you huffed, his annoying smile spreading across his face yet again. why was he always so happy? “it’s fine, i guess.” you mumbled, turning back to face the TV and watch the commercial that was now being displayed.
he propped his arm up on the back of the couch, resting his head against his fist as he still looked at you. “what’s your name?”
“what?”
“your name. you never told me.”
as if out of some movie, your name was then called from the snack shack. senghun hadn’t ordered anything and there was no one else here besides you both, so there was his answer. it was confirmed when you stood up and walked over to retrieve your food, turning back around to sit at a corner table and much down on some food. you had hoped the cheerful man would leave you be, but here he was sitting in the chair across from you with a goofy, friendly grin.
“may i help you, seunghun?” you questioned before biting down on a mozzarella stick, looking up at him with an annoyed look.
“are you free tomorrow to talk about the project? also your name is very pretty- it suits you well.”
the last sentence caught you off guard, but you didn’t allow it to show. all you did was nod and after swallowing, answer him. “i’m free after one thirty, i’ll text you.”
“okay! i’ll rent out a library room from two to three for us to use and once you text me i’ll send you the details, if that’s okay?”
all you did was nod, standing up with your food and pushing your seat in so you can start walking back to your room. you did not want to speak to him, or anyone for that matter. you already had a low social battery, and having someone like kim seunghun talking your ear off was not helping. plus, after working your ass off you didn’t want to speak to anyone. just spend time with yourself and this delicious food.
you started walking away, but not before hearing him speak up. “hey, wait!” he called out, shuffling to his feet to catch up to you.
you paused, letting out an annoyed groan. “what?” you turned around to face him, puffing out your cheeks to signal irritation.
he pointed to your slippers and then at his. when you looked down, you noticed his pompompurin ones. you looked up at him confused, cocking your head to the side for a moment. “we both like sanrio, i see.”
you nodded, turning around and walking away leaving the tall man standing there alone. at least he knew one way to get through to you now.
the next day you went straight to the library since it was halfway across campus from your class. you hadn’t been looking forward to today, you just had a feeling he would bring up he would bring up the fact both of you liked sanrio. granted you never really spoke about your love for your interests because you believed no one would really care for them, but you couldn’t be more wrong when it came to kim seunghun; you would soon figure that out.
when you arrived, you looked down at your phone to double check the text he had sent you about which room he would be in. you glanced through the glass, seeing him gathering items out of his school bag and noticing a white box sitting in the middle of the table with two cola’s. curiosity entered your mind as you walked through the door, being greeted by his smiling face as he watched you walk to the other end of the round table and take a seat.
he pouted as he opened the white box, hoping you’d sit directly across from him instead of at the other end. “i brought us some snacks and drinks. i noticed you liked vanilla cola so i brought some for us, hope you don’t mind.” he spoke up, looking over at you to see your expression.
you nodded as you took your notebook out of your bag along with a pen. you felt your stomach do a flip as he mentioned the vanilla cola- you hadn’t even told him about your liking of it so he must’ve studied what you bought last night at the snack shack. no one really ever paid attention to you, so why was he? “thank you, seunghun.”
“whyre you sitting so far away?”
“why not?”
“you’re always so distant. shouldn’t we work together?” he picked out a chocolate chip cookie from the box, shoving it into his mouth to take a small bite.
“we are working together. we’re in the same room, at the same table-“
“no, like, sorry to interrupt but shouldn’t we be sitting next to each other as we figure out what to exactly do for this project?”
you knew he was right, but you just hated being close to people. you shrugged, picking up your material and scooting closer to him. he watched as you did so, grabbing the vanilla cola and seeing you eye the box of goodies he picked up from a local bakery.
“okay,” you sighed aloud, opening to the first clean page and clicking open your pen. “i was thinking for the topic we could-“
seunghun placed his head in his hand, watching you speak. when you finished your proposal he nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. “tell me about yourself, y/n.”
you turned to meet his gaze, raising a curious brow. “no.” you reached over for a cookie, grabbing a snickerdoodle which just so happened to be your favorite. “what for?”
“pure curiosity.” he took a mental note of you grabbing the snickerdoodle cookie, assuming it was one of your favorites. “you’re quiet and distant.”
you groaned before taking a sip from your cola, looking away for a split second before looking back at him. “i dont like meeting new people. i just want to get this done, okay?”
he chuckled, bringing his hand up to pat the top of your head gently. “okay, my little kuromi.”
you fake laughed, shaking your head at his nickname for you. “kuromi? really?”
he hummed in response, now turning his notebook open. he grabbed a pencil from a zipper in his bag, beginning to write down the previous idea you mentioned for the project. “you like kuromi and remind me of character. it’s adorable.”
and with that, you both finally started on the project.
in these past few weeks, you and seunghun sadly grew close. you say sadly because you didn’t like meeting new people- overly cheery people at that- but you couldn’t help it when he was the way he was. he paid attention to you, paid attention to your little details and actually listened to you when you spoke. and even though you hated hanging out with him four times a week for an hour, you secretly liked it. he was a comforting presence for you- a change of pace. he enjoyed your presence as well but he didn’t keep that a secret- he actually admitted it a few times to you. you would just roll your eyes and mumble a ‘thanks’, but he knew you secretly enjoyed hearing that- or hoped you did anyway. he wanted to figure you out so bad but has only scraped the surface.
you both ended up getting closer as weeks passed, something you didn’t think would happen but boy oh boy did seunghun have a way with his words. he even opened up to you too, sharing his hopes of becoming a kpop idol and sharing how he’s been training for the past few years. he even shared his worries of never debuting but you reassured him he will because what kind of company would pass up the opportunity of having someone with such an angelic voice debut? they’d be crazy not to. when he first sang for you is when you felt yourself gradually falling for the man; it was just something about the way his eyes held so much love and his voice so much passion that tug at your heart strings. but you, of course, never told him that. because why would you?
as the deadline approached, you both felt upset. you enjoyed your little one hour sessions, never wanting them to end. both of you wondered if your friendship would continue after this project was handed in. seunghun did, and you kind of did too as scary as that was to admit for you. seunghun always wanted to hang out after sessions or even extend them a bit but you refused, not wanting this to go anywhere. you believed that once people entered your life, they would always leave. that’s always how it was for you. once you got close to someone and opened up, whoosh! they left you in the dust. after a while it got old, so you decided to stop seeking out relationships and keep yourself closed off- whether it be romantic or strictly friendship.
seunghun never knew this though, you refused to tell him about it because you knew how he’d respond. he would claim to be different when in reality you were convinced everyone was the same at this point. even though you felt he would be different, you didn’t want to be proven wrong. you even spoke to chaesol about him, gushing about him every so often. she wanted nothing more than you to allow him in your life- you deserved someone like him, after all. she called you both ‘y/nhun’ which always caused you to roll your eyes, even if you did secretly like it.
as your last meeting came to an end, you clicked the submit button on the bottom right corner with a small smile. although you will miss these sessions, you were not going to miss all the work. when the work was finally submitted, seunghun held up his hand for a high five. you, of course, turned to him and high fived him back with enthusiasm.
“finally!” you exclaimed happily with a proud smile on your face.
he let out a small laugh, looking from your eyes to your hands. he tilted his head to admire the difference in hand sizes, his smile growing a bit wider at the realization. he then took your hand in his, playing with your fingers innocently. you just watched him do so, your smile never leaving your face. watching him made your cheeks heat up and your stomach do flips.
“proud of you.” he mumbled, still admiring your hand. all he wanted to do was hold it for hours. for days. for weeks. to place kisses on it.
“you too, honey.” you replied, reaching up and patting the top of his head.
he moved his gaze from your hands to your eyes, his smile not as big as it was before but his eyes still holding so much love within them. “i don’t want this to end.” he confessed, his fingers still playing with yours as he spoke.
clearing your throat, you placed your hand on top of his in comfort. “i don’t want to either but-“
“see, you don’t want to either. so why should we?”
“because i- i just can’t, seunghun.” you replied, looking away from him and into your lap.
“but why, y/n? do you not feel the same?” his voice changed from its usual cheerful tone to a disappointed one, making your heart ache.
“i do but i can’t bring myself to get close to you. you’re gonna leave like everyone else.” and with that, you stood up to grab your items and leave. you couldn’t do this, as much as you wanted to. you wanted him, and vice versa.
he stood up as you did, walking in your direction as you started to walk away towards the door. “i promise im not going to. I never would. im not like everyone else, y/n.” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you. “what we have isn’t fiction. i like you, so much.”
you shook your head, opening the door and walking out but not before mumbling, “i like you so much too, kim seunghun. so fucking much.”
you paused at the exit of the building, stuffing your laptop into your bag to protect it from the downpour. you mentally cursed at yourself as you walked outside, wondering why you didn’t bring a hoodie or even an umbrella. all you wanted was to run back to seunghun, to confess to him. but your mind was beating you up about it, yelling at you not to. to protect yourself from the hurt. while your heart ached for his touch one more and your mind wondering what it would be like to have his lips crashed against yours.
as you crossed the parking lot, you crossed the street to then walk through another parking lot to the dorms. sniffles were all you heard besides the rain hitting the pavement beneath your feet- that was, before your name was being screamed as well. your eyes widened, knowing his tone of voice all too well. you took a few steps forward onto the curb before deciding to turn around to see a tall man with short red hair streaming down his face as he ran towards you. his long legs carried him fast towards you, stopping just a few feet in front of you.
you both stared at one another for a few seconds, minds racing faster than ever before. you reached your hand to his face, wiping away some red streaks. he melted under your touch, tilting his head to the side to admire you.
“i know people have treated you badly before, i get it. i know it hurts when people leave, but i can promise you i will never be one of them.” he brought his hands up to your face now, cupping your cheeks and rubbing circles into them lovingly. “i know we’ve only known each other for some time but you make me happy. i don’t want to let this go and look back on what could’ve been.”
“seunghun-“
“let me finish, please.” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i know it’s scary, but i’ll do everything in my power to make you as comfortable and content as possible. to make you as happy as i can. to bring you the joy you deserve. damnit, i just- can i kiss you?”
you nodded, not holding back on the smile you so desperately wanted to hold back. you brought your hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him in to close the gap between you both. as the rain came down harder, you both smiled into the kiss. neither of you wanted to pull away, both of you enjoying the taste and feeling of one another. everything felt perfect, almost like some kind of sickly teenage movie. but you didn’t care, all you cared about was this moment. you and seunghun.
you were the first to pull away, smiling through the sniffles. “you’re going to catch a cold being out here like this, honey.” you said, grabbing his hand as he laughed. you started pulling him towards the dorms entrance before he pulled you back around to face him again, pulling you in for another quick kiss.
you couldn’t help but laugh as his lips met yours again, him doing the same. but you quickly pulled away, hitting his arm lightly and starting to tug him towards the entrance again. he pouted, grunting dramatically as he followed behind you. “is that a yes?” he asked.
you looked back at him and rolled your eyes as you scanned your dorm ID, walking inside soaking wet with a red haired man following behind you as red streaks painted his face. he smiled at you, squinting his eyes as some red water entered his one eye. you reached up as he hissed at the slight pain, wiping away the streaks and pulling him aside. a soft kiss was planted on each of his cheeks, making his cheeks heat up as you did so.
“of course it’s a yes.”
he pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and planting a dramatic, loud, wet kiss on your forehead. “so you’re officially my little kuromi?”
“too soon, seunghun. too soon.”
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you’re my fireflower [k.s.h]
As a medic, you would have never let an unconscious, bleeding boy die in front of you, but by saving him, you actually tie yourself to him for life.
➳ Characters: soldier!Seunghun x female!reader/you
➳ Genre: romance, fluff, comedy, fantasy, magical realism, kingdom au, hybrid au
➳ Words: 14.7k
➳ Warning: mentions of blood, wounds, cuts, minor character deaths, attacks
➳ A/N: This story was inspired by Seunghun’s red hair, hence the header from the 458 MV. I hope you enjoy it because I truly enjoyed writing this story. A poll is up at the end for possible spin-offs. Thank you so much for reading! ❤️
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As a medic, you were used to treating wounded people, sometimes even half-naked wounded people, but a fully naked person was new even to you.
However, when you heard a loud thud as if something had crashed into your wooden house, you couldn’t just sit still and do nothing. Birds flew against your walls a lot of times, especially at nights when the dim lights outside didn’t provide enough light for them to be able to differentiate between your house and the rest of the woods. Cons of living beside the woods included frequent encounters with more or less wounded animals, but the pros included being close to herbs and flowers that you collected to make creams and lotions in order to treat the citizens of the kingdom.
On the other hand, when you walked out of the house (prepared with a wooden stick in your hand in case it wasn’t a bird after all, but a bigger animal) and you caught sight of a totally naked guy in the mud, you literally froze in place. He had some scratches on his face, there was a huge cut across his abdomen and his arms seemed bruised as well.
When you cautiously walked closer to him, an alarming thought crossed your mind: what if he was dead? It would still not explain why he was totally naked because even if he might have been defeated by an animal in the woods, it was highly unlikely that he would be rid of all of his clothes including his boots. You contemplated whether or not you should wait for Hyunsuk to come back from gathering night-blooming flowers, but he had just gone out, so it was unlikely he would come back anytime soon, and the boy in the mud seemed to be losing blood from his abdominal cut pretty quickly. The flashback of your parents bleeding out in front of you came back, and you shivered, not wanting history to repeat itself. That helplessness, that desperation…
As if anything could make the situation worse, it started raining yet again, and as the raindrops came in contact with the boy’s body, his scars seemed to darken in colour. You didn’t know what was happening - just who he was or what he was -, but based on your medical experience, it wasn’t good. Even though you didn’t specialise in magical medicine, you had a feeling that it wasn’t a good sign that his scars were changing colours, so you crouched down to the stranger, threw his arms around your shoulder and started dragging him inside the house with you.
Since there was no way you would clean him up when he was losing blood this intensively - it was enough to bear the sight of his naked body -, you laid him on the ground beside the fireplace to warm him up and put a blanket over his body, so that you could concentrate on treating his wounds while not having to look at him from the waist down. His chest was rising up and down extremely slowly, but you didn’t know what happened, so you didn’t know what to do for him. You tried to gently nudge him in the shoulder, then you patted his cheeks, but he didn’t react to either. You were really, really hoping that he wouldn’t die in front of you.
You touched his forehead to see if he had a fever, but he didn’t seem to do so. You tried to take care of his abdominal cut first, but he was bleeding so rapidly, you felt searing tears sliding down your cheeks. He couldn’t die, you had to save him. You wouldn’t be able to keep living peacefully if you let someone die after how your parents had died in front of your eyes. You just couldn’t. Fear already engulfed your mind the moment you had caught sight of him, but now you were basically terrified, so you tried to work as fast as possible.
You continued on by disinfecting his scars that seemed almost black in the flames’ light, so you wondered whether he was attacked by a werewolf for it was said that werewolf’s bite caused black marks. Though you had no recollection of werewolves inhabiting the nearby woods, so you didn’t think that it was possible. Your brain was trying to come up with more and more scenarios as you were tending to his scars, trying with a fireflower lotion in hopes of aiding blood circulation as fireflowers helped to regain one’s strength and energy.
When you got to his arm bruises, you swore your eyes played tricks on you because the scratches on his arms didn’t seem black, they were a dark ruby-red.
“I must be going crazy,” you mumbled to yourself as you put on some lavender-infused drops on his wounds. Lavender was said to soothe the skin, and it worked for all kinds of injuries: burns, bruises, inflammation, rashes and so on. So whatever he had been through, you hoped that it would help him.
After that, all you could do was lean over him and pray for him. You instinctively put your hand on his abdomen as you were crying over his body. You felt an odd sensation going through your fingers, your whole body becoming numb as you were weeping over him for god knows how long. A wave of fatigue rushed over you as if you had been drained of your energy, and you felt dizzy. You really, really wanted to save him, but what if it didn’t work?
When there was another loud thud by the doors, you almost jumped back from the boy’s body on the floor, thinking that it was another random stranger. As it turned out though, it was only Hyunsuk fumbling with the keys to the door as his fingers were slippery due to the rain.
“I swear that it’s always me who gets to pick flowers at night when it’s raining. I’m getting tired of it. Maybe someone actually cursed me or-” Hyunsuk started complaining the moment he made his way inside, and you didn’t dare to interrupt him because you didn’t really prepare an explanation for the recent events.
When your brother walked into the room and caught sight of you crouching beside a boy whose naked upper half was exposed, he was understandably shocked.
“What did I miss? Who is he? And why is he half-naked?” Hyunsuk raised an eyebrow challengingly, lacing his arms in front of his chest as if he was the older one out of the two of you, and you weren’t his older sister. “Don’t tell me you’ve brought a guy over while I was away,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and if you had your wooden stick from before, you would have surely launched it at him.
“Does it look like I brought him over when he looks like this? Do you think I even beat him up?” You exclaimed frustratedly, your tears drying on your face as you pointed at the bruises on the boy’s body only to realise that there were no bruises on his face anymore. The bandage around his abdominal cut was also less bloody than before. The cuts on his arms seemed to heal quickly as well. At least, you thought so. “Wait a minute…” You held up your hand, waves of shock going over your body. You couldn’t hallucinate his bruises. You weren’t crazy. They had been there just a few minutes ago, and there’s no way your medicine helped him to recover so quickly.
“It’s okay. You can continue. I’ll just pretend I’m not here-”
“He’s unconscious, Hyunsuk. I didn’t do anything to him and I wasn’t planning on doing anything to him, okay? Just listen to me without interrupting me, please,” you said through gritted teeth, throwing one last confused glance in the stranger’s direction before straightening up and explaining the situation to your little brother from the odd noise outside as if something had crashed into your house, finding him in the mud naked and bruised to raindrops changing the colour of his wounds. Then, you pointed out that he didn’t seem to have any wounds anymore even though you had surely seen them before.
Thankfully, Hyunsuk didn’t play you for a fool, instead, he listened to you with growing concern. Just like you had suspected, Hyunsuk was also pondering whether this guy had something to do with magical medicine as the whole blood changing colour didn’t make sense to either of you.
“It doesn’t really make sense to me. Let’s say he was drunk, but why would he go around naked in the woods while drunk and then crash into our house?” Hyunsuk mused, just as perplexed by the facts of the recent events as you were. He examined the guy on the floor as if it was an unknown plant you had never seen before and didn’t know of its use, his serious self resurfacing. “Wait, look!”
When Hyunsuk exclaimed, you turned your head towards the stranger, and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t enough that his bruises were now actually gone once and for all, the bandages turning back to their original white colour, but his previously pitch-black hair was slowly turning ruby-red. Lock by lock, soon enough, his whole hair was displaying a vivid burgundy colour.
“Uhmm, what did you give him?” Hyunsuk blurted out teasingly, and you smacked him in the chest. Though when you did so, you felt a rush of fatigue coming over you yet again. Maybe you should sit down or go to sleep soon. That night there was already a lot to take in.
“I didn’t give him anything that would turn his hair a different colour. I only put fireflower and lavender on his bruises.”
“Well then, we are either both hallucinating or this dude isn’t reacting normally to non-magical medicine.”
There were two types of medicine in your kingdom: magical and non-magical medicine. Magical medicine was mostly used on the members of the royal court including the royal family and the royal army, plus magical creatures that lived in the woods or in the mountains - such as fairies, unicorns and such - or serving the kingdom - such as dragons guarding the palace. Non-magical medicine, on the other hand, was used on humans to treat their wounds, and that was what you practised with Hyunsuk. Magical medicine was also extremely rare since only magic practitioners could deal with it since they were the ones born with the ability to tame magic, but even they needed thorough practice and extensive training to be able to make use of their abilities to their full potential. Magical medics were also almost exclusively serving at the palace.
Since you and Hyunsuk were no magical medics, you used herbs, plants and other natural remedies to treat those who came to ask for your services. You didn’t have the ability to tame magic, nor did you help magical creatures. However, since you knew what was normal in your practice and what was not, the stranger’s blood changing colour and his bruises going away in the matter of minutes were definitely not normal, and you both knew it.
At this moment, the stranger’s eyes flicked open and he sat up to reach up with his hands (though he was merely grasping air), his whole body tensing in the act. He focused on nothing in particular, and it was as if he didn’t even see you, didn’t even see what was going on around him, he acted more like a person awakening from a nightmare.
“Run!” He exclaimed, desperation dripping off his words before he fell back to the ground, his chest heaping up and down in a more uneven rhythm.
You and Hyunsuk blinked at the scene, more puzzled than ever before, and you probably waited a few minutes in silence until you dared to speak up.
“Maybe he’s actually drunk,” was what your little brother said, but he still offered to look over him for the night in case the burgundy-haired stranger woke up again and attacked you. You highly doubted that he was drunk or that he was capable of hurting someone, his previous act looked as if he wanted to warn someone about a possible danger, but as to why it seemed like that or what was it about, you had no idea.
So you let Hyunsuk keep his eyes on the stranger, you were tired either way. So tired that you fell asleep the moment you fell into bed.
You usually offered medical services in your house since your herbs, lotions and other medical remedies were stored in a separate storage room inside, but you couldn’t let visitors in until you had a naked stranger (still with a blanket covering his body) in your house. Even though Hyunsuk decided to move him from the living room to his own room, you couldn’t risk someone catching sight of him and questioning you or the stranger waking up and causing trouble. So you listened to the citizens’ concerns and symptoms on the terraced front, putting out some chairs to sit on, and if you needed something from inside, you went into the storage room and got what you needed.
Since Hyunsuk and you usually took turns offering services, it was unusual that you were on your foot all day, helping patients, but your brother insisted on watching over the stranger instead of you.
“It’s enough that you’ve seen a guy fully naked, and you aren’t married,” he had mentioned sulkily, and even though he wasn’t a very conservative boy, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t overprotective when it came to you. Especially after you had lost your parents, and you had only each other now.
“It’s not like I’ve purposefully wanted to,” you had counter-attacked, letting out a huff. You couldn’t have believed that it had been what he had been fussing over, but you had decided not to go against his words when he had offered to watch over the stranger.
So that’s why you were out treating patients all day, and when they asked why they couldn’t go inside, you said that Hyunsuk himself was sick, so you didn’t want them to catch anything. It worked though, they didn’t question your words, only a few younger girls were sad to hear that it wouldn’t be Hyunsuk who would be helping them out. Your brother was indeed popular with girls.
At the end of the day, when you asked Hyunsuk if anything had happened, he said that the stranger had seemed to wake up, grabbed Hyunsuk by the shoulders and told him to ask for help, then fell back into the bed like the night before when he had exclaimed to run. His body temperature seemed to rise after this, but it went back to normal a few hours later. A few of his locks also turned back to pitch-black, but when you stole a glance at him at night, half of his hair was still bright burgundy.
He was breathtakingly beautiful, you had to admit, with his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, his plump lips and his charismatic aura. There was just something about him that pulled you in, but you knew better than to trust a pretty face. He might have looked gorgeous, but he was still a stranger you knew nothing about.
“Do you think something might have happened to him, and he’s having flashbacks?” Hyunsuk mused out loud that night when he came out of his room to have some warmed-up porridge with you.
“I guess so. It’s definitely odd that he’s suddenly awakening and exclaiming such alarming things. On the other hand, it’s also really odd that his wounds are no longer visible, and his hair is changing back to its original colour. Just who could he be?”
“Or what could he be?” Your little brother topped your question, and he was saying something for you knew that this was definitely not a normal occurrence. He couldn’t have been a magical creature because such creatures didn’t have fully human forms. However, his hair and super fast healing definitely had something to do with magic, so maybe he was a magician practising his skills in the woods, it’s just that whatever he had been doing the night before had backfired? That was the only logical solution you could have come up with, but that still didn’t explain his naked self.
Either way, nothing happened that night and the following morning. Everything was just like the day before, and you were about to go inside for some water since you didn’t seem to have more patients waiting outside when Hyunsuk came out of his room. More like ran out of it.
“He woke up, and he wants to talk to you. He seems pretty stable to me,” Hyunsuk notified with ragged breaths, and you furrowed your eyebrows in question.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Come on!” Your brother prompted you, but before you would have done so, you put out a sign saying that you were closed for the time being and closed the front door.
When you went into the room, you didn’t expect to see the stranger in clothes, but thankfully, Hyunsuk had seemed to give him some of his clothes although they were a bit big on him. His hair was also back to fully pitch-black, and he seemed conscious and awake, not tormented by any flashbacks.
When his eyes landed on yours, he eyed you for a second, and you thought that he would be intimidating because his gaze was deadly, and you felt like you could drop to your knees if he wanted you to. He had that aura around him, it was nowhere near his ethereal, peaceful aura when he had been sleeping. However, in the next second, his lips curled upwards, and his whole face softened.
“I’ve heard that you were the one who found me,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes still on yours. Gosh, his gaze was really intense, you wanted to look away, but you could already feel Hyunsuk tense up beside you, so you didn’t want him to think that you were more uncomfortable than you should have been. He seemed as harmless as one could be.
“Oh, yes…”
“Thank you so much. You’ve saved me. I’m very, very grateful for that,” he continued gently and did a whole 90-degree bow. Your hand flew to your mouth, and you exchanged a puzzled look with Hyunsuk. He was so polite as if he had been someone from a high rank.
“Ah, it’s nothing. I just… I just did what I felt like was the right thing to do,” you explained to him, a bit bashful after his sincere gratitude. You definitely didn’t expect him to be so well-mannered and collected, but maybe it helped that he was all healed now, fully clothed and he had a natural colour to his hair. He looked less intimidating this way.
“I’ll repay you both for your assistance, but before that, can you tell me what state I was in when you found me?” The stranger looked at you expectantly after straightening up, and you were sure that you were blabbering at this point, but you tried to describe the situation as best as you could. He thanked you yet again when you brought up the fact that you had taken him in from the rain, and when you mentioned what kind of medicine you had used on him first. The pitch-black haired boy hummed as he was listening to you, but slightly giggled when you mentioned him being naked.
“I’m sorry about that. That’s out of my control.”
If anything, that just made you even more confused, but sensing that you had nothing more to add, Hyunsuk picked up the storyline from where you had left off and told him about the past two days including the change of his hair and his wounds healing fast. The stranger didn’t seem surprised by it, if anything, he seemed neutral, he only seemed alarmed when you had told him that he had been here for two days.
“I need to go now, they’re already worrying about me,” he announced firmly, and you didn’t have the confidence to ask who he was referring to. However, before any of you could speak up, the stranger continued. “You two need to come with me, too.”
“We don’t even know you. You could be a criminal.” Hyunsuk threw him a glare that usually worked on those people who didn’t take no for an answer, but the pitch-black haired boy didn’t waver. If anything, he seemed apologetic about having brought up such assumptions.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Seunghun, and I work for the royal palace. I’m the prince’s most trusted soldier.”
“You mean, prince Jinyoung’s?” Hyunsuk emphasised in shock even though there was no other prince at the royal palace. The King and Queen had two children: prince Jinyoung was the first-born and princess Jinhee was the second-born.
“Yes. I was in a carriage delivering a message to the neighbouring kingdom when our carriage was attacked. I told the coachman to run and ask for help, I’ll deal with those who attacked us, but I don’t know if he has managed to notify anyone,” he explained thoroughly, and you could feel that Hyunsuk was ready to doubt him, but he shut his mouth close when Seunghun got to the end of his monologue.
Oh. Oh, that made more sense. Not just his actual identity but the flashbacks he was having. It didn’t explain why he was naked, but you could take it for what it was: an explanation.
“Why would you need us to come with you after this? Are you still in danger? Are we in danger now?” You eyed him tentatively, and your heart skipped a beat in fear. Did you get yourself into trouble because of him? Were these attackers looking for you too now? How serious was it?
Seunghun shook his head. He looked away for a moment before he looked back at you, and even though he was trying to keep up with his friendly approach, you could sense that what he was about to say made him feel uneasy as well. His face hardened, and his lips quivered a bit before continuing.
“It’s not about that. You have to take an oath to the royal family that you would not tell anyone about what you have seen.”
That didn’t seem so bad in your opinion, but Seunghun still looked at you as if he had been asking for a lot. You could see that he was struggling within himself, and despite not knowing him, your heart did a silly little turn out of concern.
“Why can’t you just take our word for it? We won’t tell anyone that a random naked guy just crashed into our house,” Hyunsuk insisted, his judgemental tone resurfacing. He was usually the one who could tell people off because he didn’t like putting up with people’s nonsense whereas you were more soft-spoken.
“Not even about my hair changing colour or my wounds disappearing? Or my wounds turning to black in the rain? Or why was I naked in the first place?” Seunghun asked, almost weary, and the air around you shifted completely. It was icy, rigid and doubtful. Not something that you would have expected from the soldier with the warmest smile.
“Well, we won’t,” you spoke up feebly, trying to appear as confident as you wanted to be. “It may seem odd to us, but since we don’t know why these happened to you, we can’t tell anyone,” you reasoned, and Seunghun let his lips curl into a bittersweet smile. It was a sad little smile, as if he had already had this conversation replayed in his head before he knew what you were about to say.
“That’s exactly why you need to take an oath. You can’t tell anyone what I am because I’m not supposed to be alive. I was killed by those attackers, but I still survived because I’m a phoenix.”
A phoenix. That couldn’t be. Magical creatures didn’t have human forms.
“I’m not even supposed to exist, not in this form, but I still do, and one of the reasons for that is because I’m tied to the magical medic who saved me. I can heal faster and be reborn if the magician’s powers and fireflowers’ effect are combined, but this time, it wasn’t him, it was you who saved me,” he added without batting an eye, and looked straight into your eyes. Your heart literally skipped a beat, and you were frozen in place, your mind shutting off.
“But… we are no magical medics,” Hyunsuk blurted out instead of you, and you were thankful that he did so because you didn’t have the will in you to speak up.
“Or you merely think so,” Seunghun tilted his head, then took a step closer to you. Hyunsuk protectively took a step closer to the soldier, but he got the message and stepped back. “You said my wounds started healing when you started tending to my wounds. If I can get recharged with magic and fireflowers, my wounds heal within minutes, even if they are serious. If you don’t have magic in you, that wouldn't be possible.”
“But I…”
“Didn’t you unconsciously put your hands above my abdominal area? Weren’t you extremely desperate to save me, and suddenly tired after doing so?” Seunghun inquired, and your jaw almost dropped. You had forgotten about weeping over him with your hands resting on his stomach, and that odd sensation going through you followed by waves of fatigue. You didn’t think of it too much, you didn’t think that it had to do with anything, let alone the way his wounds started healing afterwards. You assumed you had been too emotional, and the stranger’s near-death experience had drained you.
You nodded, albeit still in shock, and it was only thanks to Hyunsuk’s collected self that you understood the weight of the soldier’s words.
“You’ve said that you’re tied to the magician who saved you, but this time, it was my sister. So now is she tied to you, too?”
“Yes, she is.”
You felt like the ground had opened up beneath you, the realisations hitting you one by one. The stranger you had saved was not only a phoenix, but you were also a magical medic who was now tied to someone like him - someone who shouldn’t have existed.
After learning about all of these, there was no way Hyunsuk would have stayed behind. Even if he hadn’t been the one who had saved you, he still knew of what Seunghun was, so he needed to take the oath, too. On top of that, the soldier couldn’t exactly tell you what would await you there since the magical medic who had once saved him practised at the royal palace, and it was safer for him there because they were deeply connected. Since you saved him this time, he couldn’t tell what it truly meant because it had never happened before.
“I didn’t die a lot of times before, to be honest, and every time I did, it was Byounggon who helped me heal. Usually, if I die as a human, I can take on my phoenix form and I can fly back to the palace to receive medical help. This time though, I can only assume that I didn’t succeed,” Seunghun explained while you were making your way to the royal palace on horseback. It took around 2 hours to reach the royal palace on horses, but it was the fastest option, and in this area, it wasn’t common to hire carriages. So as always, it was Hyunsuk’s friend, Yonghee, who gave you three of their horses since they had a farm, and he always helped you out in exchange for you not charging him when he or his family needed any medicine from you.
You gulped down a nervous lump in your throat, a bit frightened what it could entail for him to die, then take on his phoenix form and then be reborn again. Since magical creatures didn’t have human forms, it took you time to process the fact that he was a phoenix. He had explained that his parents had died when their house had caught on fire, and he would have died with them too, but Byounggon - who had been a little boy back then just like Seunghun himself and who had been living close to Seunghun’s home - had noticed the fire and dragged the boy out while risking his own life. His magic had barely resurfaced back then, but it had come out in full-force as he had been trying to save Seunghun’s life. Since he hadn’t known at first just how much he could have helped the almost burned boy, he had also applied fireflower on his wounds - the flower that was born after fires, so interestingly so, it was almost like a phoenix, born after turning to ashes.
When you inquired if the combination of magic and fireflowers aided his healing or one was enough, he couldn’t be sure. He said that Byounggon didn’t want to experiment on this, so he always used both, and actually, you did so, too.
“So why were you naked in the woods?” Hyunsuk blurted out after a few minutes of tense silence had fallen over the three of you, and the soldier found it so amusing, he started giggling. You blushed at the thought of having seen him naked while your brother seemed to put on his usual overprotective face.
“Well, that is what comes with me switching between my human and phoenix forms. If I go back to my human form after my phoenix one, I always end up being naked,” he shrugged casually as if it was an everyday thing for him to speak about it. The thought crossed your mind that it must have been quite bothersome for him to always leave his clothes behind when he died, but he didn’t seem to be bothered about it. Instead, his lips turned into a cheeky smile, and he averted his eyes to you, mischief glinting in his beautiful mahogany orbs. “But it wasn’t that bad of a sight, was it?”
You almost choked on your own saliva, but you had more pride than to let him be so cocky around you. Besides, Hyunsuk looked like he was about to throw hands at the soldier, so you spoke up before he had the chance to do so.
“Well, you’re quite fit if that’s what you’re asking… but Hyunsuk is quite strong as well,” you pointed out matter-of-factly, then turned your attention back to the road ahead of you instead of Seunghun’s burning gaze. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to see you blush, but you were sure that your cheeks were on fire, so you started fanning yourself with one hand while you held the reins in the other.
“Yes, so don’t make her feel so uncomfortable again,” Hyunsuk commented, his voice not leaving room for any disapproval. However, the other boy didn’t seem too fazed by your words or your brother’s slight warning, instead, he continued playing the little game he had started.
“Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” He inquired, his voice posing a challenge for you. You knew that the question was directed at you without looking in his direction, and you shook your head even though your heart was telling a different story. “See, I didn’t.”
“Hey, know who-”
“Enough, Hyunsuk,” you turned to him, trying to plead with your eyes. The last thing you wanted was for the two of them to end up in a fight and show up in front of the royal family with bruises all over their body. “We’re heading towards the palace after all,” you voiced out your reasoning, and despite not appearing less agitated, your brother left it at that with a slight huff and a pointed glare in the soldier’s direction who found the situation more amusing than anything.
Oh dear gosh, you couldn’t wait to arrive at the palace.
Two hours had never seemed so long before. Even though you were on horseback, you had to slow down to march through villages, and you could only speed up through hills and woods. Seunghun continued blabbering all throughout the journey, and you could tell that he was a jokester for he always tried to drop a joke here and there, but Hyunsuk didn’t seem to appreciate it at first. After a while though, he realised that he and the soldier had a similar sense of humour, and if it hadn’t been torture before, it would have been torture afterwards with these two trying to top each other’s jokes. At least, Hyunsuk seemed to let go of his hostility towards the other boy, and they didn’t get into a fight even when you took breaks to feed the horses and let them drink from the river.
You had never been around the royal palace, so you had no idea what to expect, but the palace seemed even more magnificent than you could have imagined. It was a huge building with tall towers scraping the sky, wide terraces and a beautiful, blossoming garden around. However, to get inside, you needed to go through three security gates - one that involved the dragons that guarded the palace. You were lucky that you had left the horses outside the first gate because you were sure that they would have gotten scared and maybe even run away if they had seen the dragons from up-close. You also felt your knees wobble at the sight of these gigantic animals just a few feet away from you. However, when Seunghun discussed the situation with the guards, they whistled at the dragons that immediately backed away and cleared the path for you.
After all the gates, the huge front door had another handful of guards standing by, but they easened up as they caught sight of Seunghun, and had a little chit-chat about where the boy had been before letting him in. One also offered to notify the royal medic that he arrived, but the so-called Byounggon showed up almost immediately when you stepped inside the spacious hall. It was a hall full of paintings, large flower vases, tables made of glass and wood, glass windows that let in the many colours of the setting sun, painting the otherwise blandly coloured carpets in a palette of colours.
“Oh my god, Seunghun! You’re alive! I’ve thought that you… I didn’t feel the connection anymore, and I assumed…” The medic in a beautiful burgundy-black tunic shrieked, fighting his tears as he made his way towards the soldier. When he reached him, he hugged him so tight, you wondered whether they were more than just a soldier and a medic. They seemed like good friends finding each other again.
“You’re crushing me, Byounggon,” Seunghun chuckled joyfully, but no malice could be detected in his voice. The medic hugged him for some more time, and only let go of him when the soldier announced that he was alive thanks to you.
As if it was the first time he had noticed you and Hyunsuk standing beside Seunghun, the medic looked at you apologetically and introduced himself as Lee Byounggon, one of the royal magical medics at the palace (and Seunghun’s best friend as the latter added). He bowed politely and wiped his tears away as he straightened up. You briefly introduced yourselves with your brother and bowed back out of courtesy.
“So you… you know who he is, right?” Byounggon blinked at you rapidly, trying to put together the pieces of information.
“They do. They didn’t know at first, but I’ve told them after they’ve saved me.”
“It was my sister, actually. I just… assisted to look over him,” Hyunsuk corrected the soldier, and the gaze they exchanged told you that they had no more revulsion between the two of them. Hyunsuk’s gesture almost seemed friendly as well, you were more than baffled.
“Ah, thank you so much! Thank you so much for saving him!” Byounggon thanked you profusely and even bowed frantically as if he was trying to overdo someone else in a bowing contest. You were so shocked by his gratitude that you had no idea what to say, but after what you had heard of him - how he had saved Seunghun when he had been young, and how he had taken care of the soldier ever since -, you could only imagine him like this. Forever caring and having only good intentions.
“I… I didn’t even know how I did it,” you confessed, feeling torn about the whole situation because you didn’t feel like you earned his gratitude despite the fact that you had saved the soldier. Byounggon furrowed his eyebrows quizzically, so Seunghun explained the whole situation to him, not leaving out the part that you didn’t know about your own magic. Hearing that, the medic mentioned something about a visit to the master magician, but before he could elaborate on that, a lanky boy walked into the hall with two muscular men by his side.
He had a small face with delicate features, and nothing could compare to the aura he held. He radiated elegance, chicness and that kind of icyness that came with him being in a high rank. As opposed to the guards by his side or Byounggon’s attire, he wore only white - a white tunic that was split in the front, so that he could move around more freely with his arms, it had sleeves for maximum protection, a hooded back and probably cotton pants, though his tunic almost reached the floor, so you couldn’t be sure. He had the deepest shade of black hair, but his eyes were warm when he looked at you all. There was no question that he was prince Jinyoung.
Following the others’ action, you also bowed deeply alongside your brother, but when you straightened up, the previous rigid atmosphere was nowhere to be seen. It was replaced by a tender one with the prince asking about Seunghun’s condition, and telling him how worried they had all been when he hadn’t come back from delivering the message even though the carriageman had arrived the day before, albeit a bit wounded. He was fine, prince Jinyoung reassured Seunghun, before moving on to the two of you.
You introduced yourself yet again, and even your usually confident brother seemed to sway a bit in front of the prince. Prince Jinyoung, sensing his discomfort, patted the boy’s shoulder in a friendly manner, and you watched the sight with a small smile.
“You two will need to take the oath as Seunghun has already told you. However, you will be greatly rewarded for helping out the best soldier of the royal palace, and for saving him even though you did not know his identity,” he announced with an air of authority, and you didn’t feel like you had the right to go against his words despite only doing what you were always doing - helping others. So you bowed yet again, thanking him for his generosity.
“Prince Jinyoung, I believe we need to visit the master magician as well. Do you think it is possible for him to see us as soon as possible?” Byounggon turned to the prince with a slightly worried expression whereas the royal merely waved his hand.
“It is possible if I say so,” he answered confidently and turned around to lead the way to the master magician. Hyunsuk’s jaw almost dropped to the floor, and he mouthed how slick it was from the prince to say something like that, and you had to hold yourself back from laughing at your little brother’s antics.
Seunghun, on the other hand, caught sight of your scene, and when his eyes found yours, he gave you an amused smile, one that made his eyes smile, too. He was too gorgeous, you had to look away.
The master magician repeated what you had already known about Seunghun’s condition, about how he could be reborn, how much it took for him to heal with a magician’s help and how connected he was to the magician who helped him reborn. On the other hand, he couldn’t tell you exactly what it meant that you were the one who had saved him this time, not Byounggon, as it had not happened before. He also added that it would be too dangerous to try and see if you can change the connection back to Byounggon’s magic because it might risk not just Seunghun’s life, but yours and Byounggon’s as well.
Nonetheless, Seunghun’s body had seemed to accept your magic, so now, it seemed that you were the one connected to him, not the royal medic. Byounggon also admitted that he had felt like the connection with the soldier had been caught off two nights ago - on the night you had saved him. Byounggon had fainted and spent the next two days resting, he only sprung out of his room when he had seen from his window that Seunghun had been approaching the entrance.
“Does it mean whenever something happens to Seunghun, I will feel it? Is it the same vice versa?”
“Yes, you may feel it just like Byounggon had described it. Seunghun might feel it too when something happens to you because now your magic lives in him,” the master magician explained patiently, not looking down on you at all, and his gentle approach reassured you that you can ask about anything that might concern you. That’s why you decided to pose a question that has been on your mind ever since Seunghun had mentioned the deep connection between him and Byounggon.
“If, by any chance, I die, does it mean my magic will not keep Seunghun alive?”
The room fell silent for a moment, and out of everyone, Byounggon seemed the most bitter about your question. You could only guess that he had already asked this question before. Seunghun, on the other hand, avoided your gaze, and you had a feeling why.
“It may happen, but I have never seen a magic like this before, so I can’t confirm it for sure,” the master concluded after letting silence stretch long enough for it to be unbearable, his fatherly smile showing empathy and understanding.
You weren’t a fool, you knew what it meant. Above anything else, you needed to take care of yourself and protect yourself because if you didn’t, it might hurt Seunghun, too. Your magic was inside of him, it kept him alive - you kept him alive. No matter how absurd it seemed, his life was in your hands now.
“What does it mean for me then? I can’t tame my magic. I didn’t even know I possessed it until today.”
“It means that it would be better if you stayed here and learned how to tame your magic. In return, we can protect you, and by protecting you, you can also protect Seunghun,” the master suggested, but it wasn’t an order. He looked at you as if he understood your internal battle, and you had a feeling that not even prince Jinyoung would have held you back if you had decided to leave.
You, on the other hand, might not be able to live with the guilt that you could possibly kill Seunghun if you had gotten into any unfortunate incident. It was enough for you to be reminded of how suddenly your parents had died when a fight had broken out at an inn close to your home. One wrong timing, one dangerous man had been enough to take the lives of many.
“What about my brother?” You asked instead of pondering more about your own life. After all, Hyunsuk didn’t show that he had magic in him, or at least not yet, and there was the question of your medical services as well. Who would take that on if you weren’t around?
“It is possible that he might possess magic since he is your brother, but he might not. He can stay here and learn with you, or go back to his usual life while possibly attending one of our training centres.”
You exchanged a glance with Hyunsuk, one that was bearing so many different emotions. The prince reassured you that you didn’t have to decide right then and right now since you still had to take the oath officially and then write a confidentiality contract about it. On the other hand, you seriously felt like time was slipping through your fingers because the more you thought about it, the more quickly the following events happened, and soon enough, you found yourself with a brand new fate.
There was just so much to wrap your head around that you didn’t have time to mope over the recent change of events. Hyunsuk went back home to take care of your medic shop while signing up for a magical training class to see if he possessed the same kind of magic you did. He also sent your clothes over even though you received a handful of clothes by the royal court - similar to those beautifully sewn tunics the medics here worn and other garments that you might have needed as a female. The clothes people wore at the royal court were elegant yet useful, each a bit different from the other depending on the person’s position, however all of them were in the burgundy-black colours of the kingdom. The only ones who could wear white were the members of the royal family.
You immediately began your training with the master magician since you had done something extraordinary that hadn’t happened before, so he wanted to keep a close eye on you. He was an elderly man who had seen a lot and practised his magic a lot, he was said to be the master of the most powerful magicians in the kingdom, so it was an honour to learn under him. Given his responsibilities though, he had to take care of a lot of matters, so you learned from other magicians as well, and you had classes with Byounggon too who helped you understand what it meant to be connected to Seunghun in detail, and what it entailed that the boy was a phoenix.
Byounggon was an exceptionally gentle soul. He might have looked intimidating with his sharp facial features and strict gaze when he was examining something, but he was patient and ever so empathetic. He never raised his voice at you, instead, he shared amusing or quite awkward stories of his time in the court. He also shared many stories of him and Seunghun from early childhood to present days. Based on his words, Seunghun was the most loyal person he had ever met, someone who cared deeply, and someone who had been there for him through thick and thin - and not because of their bond, but because of their friendship. Even though the soldier was witty and liked to pull pranks on poor medic who was self-aware enough to know that he was incredibly gullible, he could never truly hold a grudge against his best friend.
Even though you could only see Seunghun in passing for the next few days since they had to take care of the carriage attack matter, you could see for yourself just what kind of a person he was when he seeked you out one night, asking if you could talk privately.
The royal court was the extended part of the palace, not attached to the main palace, but separated by a back garden that had an area that was free to visit as long as one had the permission to be on the palace grounds in the first place (the other part of it was strictly reserved for the royal family). You didn’t really have time to look around the garden since you had gotten here, but the pitch-black haired boy chose it as the place to talk.
He showed you some of the flowers he found especially gorgeous, took you to the little pond where you could see blindingly beautiful water lilies dotting the surface and hiding many colourful types of fish underneath. There was a little bridge connecting the walking path to a tree-lined island with a lantern-lit pavilion in the middle, and he came to a halt there, sitting on the bench at the pavilion.
You followed his example, taking in the beautiful scenery with fireflies flickering in the distance, the palace lit like a dazzling spectacle, the pathway in the garden dimly lit by lanterns guarding the sights as if it was a hidden gem, a well-kept secret. It was tranquil and serene, away from the hustle-bustle of the court grounds where everyone was heading somewhere - to deliver messages, to take classes or trainings, to hold classes for the royal family, to cook or wash or make anything for the royal family and such.
“I’m sorry,” Seunghun broke the silence suddenly, his voice coming out deeper than before. You could tell that he was being very sincere because there was no hint of mischief in his voice, nor in his face. The boy that looked back at you was deeply apologetic, his shoulders hinged, his features solemn and the ends of his lips quivering as he caught your gaze.
“About what?”
“Everything. You have every right to be angry at me for being tied to you. If I hadn’t-” He started on his monologue, but you cut him off.
“If we hadn’t met and I hadn’t been the one who had found you, you could have died. I am glad that I could save a life. As a medic, that’s the most I can ask for,” you insisted since you saw it from a different point of view, and this was what you had promised to do for life after you had lost your parents.
You had been young back then, sewed at a nearby house alongside your mother, while your brother had been helping out your father hunting in the woods and selling the meat of the animals you hadn’t reserved for yourself. You had always been interested in medicine, and since the woods were close to your home, you had often gone out to pick up herbs and medical flowers to make lotions that were soothing for your mother’s tired hands after a long day of sewing. You had also been the one who tended to your father’s or brother’s bruises whenever they had had any. After you had lost your parents though, you had felt so helpless and kept messing up what you had worked on while sewing, so you had started learning under the nearby elderly medic, and soon, your brother had followed you. After the elderly medic had died, you had opened your own medical services to the nearby people, and it had thrived ever since then.
So for you to be able to save a life was more than you could have asked for, it was the result of your hard-work, added luck and it seemed that your hidden magic, too.
“But still… You must have plans for the future, plans that would take place outside of the palace, and now, it’s best for you to stay here. You might even have a suitor waiting for you back home,” Seunghun blurted out rather troubled, but hearing his last words, your lips curled up at the end. You would have never thought that someone like him would even think of a suitor waiting for you back home, but maybe your brother’s warning words had gotten to him.
“I don’t have a suitor, and Hyunsuk will be fine. He might seem childish at times, but he is really hard-working. Plus, the master said that we can leave the palace, it’s just better if we do so together,” you pointed out what you had learned, your voice rather patient. You didn’t intend on arguing with the soldier, you merely wanted to share your point of view. Since he didn’t seem to believe you thus far, you decided to ease the tension. “I thought you’re on better terms with my brother than before,” you added with a semi-playful smile, and there it was, that beautiful smile blossoming on his lips in return. Seunghun seemed so much more gentle and approachable when he smiled for there was something in it - warmth, compassion, hope or maybe because it felt a bit like solace - that softened his whole facade.
“That’s true, but now I have to make sure that he will like me even more,” he set his intention proudly, still smiling, and you had to look away because the sight in front of you was too much to take in. He was too much to take in, your heart felt oddly giddy beside him, and you didn’t know what to do about it.
Hence, you looked back at the scenery in front of you. While you couldn’t deny that just a week ago, you couldn’t have imagined that you would be living in the royal court, tied to a phoenix in the body of a handsome soldier, it had its own beauty. You believed that everything had its reason, so maybe, meeting Seunghun was the universe’s way of helping you discover your magic that might be able to help many others in the future, and to reassure you that you weren’t doomed forever after your parents had bled out in front of you. You could save a life.
“It’s true that it’s rather sudden, and it’s true that I didn’t think my life would turn out like this, but I know you wouldn’t have tied someone to you on purpose, and actually, you’ve helped me discover my magic. That is something that I consider a gift,” you decided to share your thoughts with Seunghun since you couldn’t tell just how agitated he still was over your bond. “I just… I feel so out of place,” you confessed, a slight hue of pink tinting your cheeks.
You usually liked to uphold a strong, invincible facade because you were the older sibling, and after your parents’ death, you didn’t want Hyunsuk to have anything less than what he might have needed. If not for yourself, you wanted to be strong for him, but here, with you being a new addition to the court, with you still learning about your magic, you felt vulnerable.
“I’ll be here if you need anything, and Byounggon is also a really, really nice guy. Prince Jinyoung and princess Jinhee are also on good terms with those who live in the royal court. Even the courier, Donghyun, is a nice kid. Everyone is really welcoming, so you don’t need to worry. And really, don’t hesitate to send someone for me. I’ll also check up on you whenever I can. I know I couldn’t do so this past week, but I’ll do so in the future. I promise,” he said it in one-go, only taking in a deep breath when he finished. You directed a soft smile at him as you looked back at him, waves of gratitude washing through your body.
“Thank you, but you don’t have to.”
“But I want to. I want to get to know you better, too,” he replied instantly, almost tormented. You were rendered speechless for a moment, and he took that as a bad sign, so he added right away: “If you’re comfortable with that, of course.”
“I am,” you bobbed your head, hoping that your cheeks didn’t flush too much. You thought that after seeing him naked, nothing could make you feel this way around him, but here you were, your heart hammering rapidly, threatening to jump out of your ribcage.
“I’m glad then,” he noted, trying to suppress his proud smile by pressing his lips into a thin line, but he looked like he was trying to hold water in his cheeks instead. You looked away, suddenly aware of the closeness of the boy, and you were secretly glad that he didn’t speak up for some time, but then…
“Besides… Your medic attire here really suits you. It highlights your beauty,” he complimented sincerely, and you almost felt like your neck had whiplash, you looked back at him so quickly. You were ready to tell him to stop joking around, but he looked rather shy, not the smug Seunghun you had expected to see who boasted about the sight of his naked body, so you didn’t have the heart to tell him off. Instead, you mumbled a quiet thank you, earning yet another coy smile from the boy.
You spent the rest of the night talking about your past life. Since you had already known some stories of the boy, it was no surprise that he was interested in you, too. When he heard that you had lost your parents when you had been younger, he seemed deeply empathetic, not making any jokes or belittling your feelings. He did crack up though when you started telling him stories of little Hyunsuk since he had seen more of Hyunsuk’s intimidating self than his silly, goofy self. He also shared stories of him and Byounggon, and how him, Byounggon and prince Jinyoung used to play hide and seek in the royal gardens when they had been younger since the latter had barely any court members his age until Byounggon’s father - a magical medic as well - made the young boy and the rescued Seunghun visit the master magician at the palace. They had been at the palace’s service ever since and living there, but according to Seunghun, neither of them minded. That’s why the prince had seemed friendly towards the two boys when you had first seen them, because they were actual friends.
That night, Seunghun walked you back to your cabin at the royal medic’s house, and after he left, although you failed to notice Byounggon by the corner, he watched your goodbye with a fond, almost excited smile.
You fell into a routine at the royal court, and soon enough, you were looking forward to your training sessions and your weekly visits back home. Even though you were often exhausted after using your magic, you learned bit by bit how to tame it, and it made possessing magic a less terrifying experience. You knew that you were in good hands here, and everyone was trying to help you out as much as they could, so you didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You practised as much as you could, and when you didn’t have training, you helped out with the herbs and non-magical medicine since it was your expertise after all. You also met more members of the royal court, and soon enough, you didn’t feel so out of place anymore. Seunghun was right: everyone from the women working at the kitchen to the courier kid were welcoming, and often, even the prince and princess came to spend time with you all. The royal court was like a little village, so you didn’t feel that stuck anymore either, you had everything you needed there.
You couldn’t deny that you missed Hyunsuk, but with how busy you were at the palace, days passed by eventfully, and your promised weekly visits arrived quickly. Seunghun always accompanied you, and indeed, the two boys became good friends over the course of the next few weeks. Hyunsuk had also become more responsible about his duties, and now, he had Yonghee to help him out who had always seemed interested in medicine, so he could make use of his book-smart medical knowledge now. Yonghee’s family had a farm where he usually did what his parents asked him to do, but he had three siblings, so there was enough help at home, and he had always been too smart to not put his brains to use.
Hyunsuk did go to see if he possessed magic, but they said at the training centre that he might not have or it might not have resurfaced so far even with the exercises they gave him. He wasn’t discouraged by that, after all, he didn’t measure his worth by his ability to have magic within him or not, and for that, you really, really admired him. He could have easily been jealous over your abilities, but he was the furthest from jealous. A know-it-all, he was though…
“Don’t worry about me, sis. Worry about your soldier instead. I’m afraid his eyes will pop out once, he keeps looking at you with those loving eyes,” Hyunsuk once whispered in your ear when you were about to leave and Seunghun already went out to check on the horses. Bewildered, you looked at your brother in disbelief, and smacked him in the chest.
“Hey! Don’t say things like that. It’s not what you think,” you reprimanded him in your usual older sister tone, but as expected, Hyunsuk didn’t even bat an eye. Instead, he boasted a cheeky grin that made him look so much younger than he was.
“You seem to be in too much denial for it to be a groundless assumption,” he singsonged joyfully, but before you could counter-attack him, the door flew open, and Seunghun came back with a giddy smile, letting you know that the horses were ready. When you looked at your brother, he still had that annoying, knowing grin on his face, and shrugged as if he didn’t say anything.
Nevertheless, you tried your best to forget about Hyunsuk’s words, but you couldn’t help but wonder if the soldier felt the same way about you. After all, he kept his promise, and checked on you almost daily, but you assumed that it was out of pity first, or maybe it was because he was connected to you. Byounggon also pointed out that Seunghun kept finding a reason to see you, and he didn’t usually act like this, but according to his best friend, the soldier was in a particularly good mood lately. He was usually upbeat and energetic, but there was something different about him.
“I haven’t seen him like this before, so I can only assume that it’s because of you,” the medic admitted, yet his smile wasn’t cheeky or knowing. It was a gentle, almost prompting smile, one that you reciprocated with a shy one, and diverted the topic to your abilities instead.
The more you thought about it, the more you realised that you cared about the boy, and not just because you were tied to him, not just because he had almost died in front of you. However, you didn’t dare to let him know about your feelings. Even though he wasn’t immortal despite being a phoenix (he aged like everyone else because of his human self whereas he could be reborn because of his phoenix self, but one day, he wouldn’t be able to be reborn again), and when he wasn’t in a dangerous situation when you needed to help him, he was just an ordinary soldier who kept making you blush by the garden pond and who kept making you laugh with his silly pranks on poor Byounggon, you didn’t know whether it could work, whether you would actually put him in more danger by being closer to him than you already were.
Still, he gave you flowers when he visited you, and when you heard a gardener complaining that someone had chopped off some of the flowers in the royal court’s garden, you had to resist the urge to laugh. He loved talking about what your favourite flowers in the garden represented, precious little things he had probably asked someone about, but he presented it as if he had already known about these. He also got you dates and dried fruits from the market when he was doing errands out of the palace since he knew how much you loved them. Even apart from these gifts, he was a man of affectionate acts; it was in every look he gave you when you as much as miscalculated your steps and almost slipped, it was in every hand he held out for you when you were getting off your horse, it was in every enthusiastic wave he directed at you even if you were on different sides of the pond (somehow he always caught sight of you), it was in every spoonful of food he put on your plate instead of his when you had dinner at the court canteen together, and he knew which side dishes were your favourites.
On the other hand, you couldn’t stop worrying about him. You knew that he couldn’t die if you were around, but he was a soldier, and he didn’t need to go far to get bruises or a swollen ankle. He gave it his all during his physical training, and those resulted in some scars that healed fast if tended to by magic, but others couldn’t know about what Seunghun was, so he was usually treated by other magicians apart from you while you were preparing to do so yourself. Byounggon said that it usually took him only a few minutes to heal Seunghun’s smaller wounds whereas the others might have needed more time.
Once though, Seunghun came back from the border covered in bruises when a group of rebels tried to attack the royal army. Since the rebels were good fighters, Seunghun suspected that they were from the neighbouring kingdom’s army, but he couldn’t be sure why (though after the carriage attack, something had to be going on), so they held the rebels as hostages, and they were currently being interrogated.
The soldier, however, was rushed to you by Byounggon who said that you should try to heal him now since the master magician had deemed you ready after you had been already using your magic on others, strictly under a more experienced magician’s watch. This time, too, Byounggon was by your side, and you three were in a smaller room at the royal infirmary. If it hadn’t been for your bond with Seunghun, others could have been around as well, but Byounggon knew the best way to treat Seunghun, so it was better this way.
As you practised, you pulled in all of your magic - that felt like a wave of energy rushing through your body, waiting to be used up -, concentrating on the image of Seunghun’s bruises healing, and put your hands above his core. It wasn’t necessary for you to place your hands over his wounded body part since the centre of his energy was around his abdominal area, and what you needed to do was to recharge his energy centre with your magic. Apparently, that’s what you had done while weeping over him on that fateful night, and similarly, you felt the same kind of desperation moving in you. The room ceased to exist around you, all you could feel was that energy rush transferring through your hands. It was as if you had been running nonstop, your throat burning, your mouth dry and heart beating so rapidly that you needed to catch your breath when you felt a hand over your shoulder.
“Good job! You can stop now,” Byounggon notified you firmly, his voice bringing you back to the present. As you opened your eyes, you tried to take in everything in the room to ground yourself, awakening all your senses; the smell of the freshly washed sheets under Seunghun’s body on the bed, the softness of the pillow under you in the chair, the warmth of Byounggon’s hands over your shoulders, the sight of Seunghun’s now intact skin, and the sound of the slight hustle-bustle in the corridor outside of the room.
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Seunghun smiled at you affectionately, his eyes twinkling with mirth. You, on the other hand, felt a bit numb still, and as you were trying to stand up from the chair, you nearly lost your balance. If it hadn’t been for Seunghun’s firm grip on you, you might have fallen back. “Are you okay?” The soldier inquired, genuine worry causing his forehead to appear wrinkled. You had never seen him so concerned before, and the way he looked at you as if he was ready to walk through fire for you made you feel even more dizzy.
“Yes, I’m fine,” you nodded nevertheless, but didn’t go against the other medic’s advice when he suggested sitting back down. As you took a seat again, Seunghun’s grip loosened around your wrist, but he still didn’t let go. You didn’t mind. It was as if he was your anchor, and you were ready to let him ground you.
“It’s normal for you to feel everything more intensively when it comes to Seunghun. It’ll get better after the first few times,” Byounggon explained with a hint of empathy in his voice. No wonder you had slept so well the night of saving Seunghun. You had basically knocked yourself out back then. “I’ll bring some water for you,” Byounggon offered without you asking him to do anything, and left the room immediately.
You blinked a few more times, the dizziness slowly losing its grip on you. Soon, everything shifted back to place around you, yet you weren’t worried about yourself. Instead, you kept looking at Seunghun’s exposed arms and face to examine if there were remains of his bruises or there was none left.
“Why are you so worried? You can see that I’m fine,” the boy mentioned with a wide, toothy smile, and he looked down at himself to prove to you that you weren’t hallucinating. He looked as if he hadn’t been attacked at all.
“I know, I just… I can’t help but worry about you. Despite knowing that you can’t get seriously hurt, it’s still painful for you until someone tends to you, and I don’t like that,” you huffed, your lips forming a pout unbeknownst to you. Seeing that, Seunghun let out a joyous laughter, something that warmed your heart, yet confused your mind.
You finally looked up at him, looked into his deep, dark orbs, and blinked a few in confusion.
“You’re cute when you’re sulky,” he explained the cause of his laughter, a smile blossoming on his lips yet again. You felt bewitched when he smiled like that, and you were sure that your cheeks were turning ruby-red, so you switched on your defensive mode.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
The more you bickered, the wider the boy’s smile got, and the faster your heart was beating. You felt like a kid again, that childish excitement yet nervousness that you experienced when you had been playing hide and seek with Hyunsuk in the woods. This time, it was also a bit like that; trying to hide your feelings while seeking out his reaction to see if he felt the same way.
While you were bickering, Seunghun leaned forward a bit each time he spoke up and so did you. So after a few rounds, your faces were so close that you could see the slight blemishes on his skin, the roughness around the edges, the imperfections that made him perfect. You could see a tiny version of you in his mahogany orbs, and you wondered how he actually perceived you.
You kept gazing at each other for a few seconds before the boy dared to speak up, quiet and tentative, yet there was that confident edge to his voice that told you that he really wished to know the answer to his question.
“Why are you actually worried about me?”
You gulped nervously. He was too good at reading you, it seemed. Something that you would have hated if it had been for someone else since you wanted to appear as strong as possible at all times to hide your vulnerabilities and pain, but it was him out of all people, and he knew more about you than anyone else apart from Hyunsuk. Plus, he hadn’t left or ignored you despite knowing about your past and despite seeing your weaknesses.
So you wanted to be honest with him.
“I… I think I’ve gotten used to worrying only about Hyunsuk after what happened to our parents, and I was fine with that, but when it comes to you, since the moment I saw you, I’ve been worried,” the flashback of seeing the boy covered in bruises and that huge cut on his abdomen came back, and you shivered. You noticed only then that Seunghun was still holding your wrist because he gave it a slight squeeze. “Then, I got to know about who you are, and that we are tied, and I actually felt relieved. I thought I saved you once, I can do so again, but now I’m scared. I’m scared because I know I’m worried for another reason.”
The confession fell from your lips almost easily, like a part of a lullaby that you were singing to him. He was nothing but caring towards you, and since Byounggon had also mentioned that he had never seen his best friend like this before (and Hyunsuk had also teased you about Seunghun’s heart eyes), you dared to guess that he reciprocated your feelings. Not to mention the way the boy worded his question, as if he was also trying to see if you felt the same way.
And now… Now when your faces were so close to each other’s, when you could see every crease, every twitch of his lips, every shift of the emotions crossing his face, something in you told you that Seunghun didn’t lean back for the same reason you didn’t.
When he leaned forward, ever so subtle and ever so slow as if he wanted to give you time to back away (though you wouldn’t), you prepared your heart for what was about to come, your eyes slowly closing.
However, the door flew open right in that moment, and you immediately leaned back into the chair whereas Seunghun put his arms behind him on the bed to support himself, increasing the distance between you two quite drastically.
“Sorry for the wait. Mrs Choi stopped to tell me about the letter she received today, so I couldn’t leave until she told me all about her grandchildren,” Byounggon chirped rather bashfully as he put a jug of water on the bedside table and poured you a glass of water before reaching it out to you.
“It must have been exciting,” Seunghun noted rather forcefully, but his slightly awkward smile went unnoticed by his best friend.
“You know how she is. You can’t escape from her once she starts talking.”
“Yes, you’re right,” you mumbled after taking a few sips of water, knowing the elderly woman at the canteen all too well. However, when you exchanged a glance with the soldier, you could see that he was rather embarrassed about the situation as well, so he directed an apologetic smile at you. You smiled back, albeit a bit coy, and let the other medic tell you all about the stories he had heard.
After your rather intimate moment at the infirmary, nothing changed, except the fact that during random times of the day, the image of his face being so close to yours came back, and you immediately flushed. You couldn’t do anything about the state of your heart either, it went crazy whenever Seunghun was around. Before, you had never as much as dared to think about loving someone so deeply apart from Hyunsuk, let alone letting others love you. You had steeled yourself because the less people you had close to your heart, the less painful it would be to lose them.
However, even since you had entered the royal court, you had become so intertwined with other’s lives, there was no turning back from here. You became friends with the maids, the couriers, the ladies working at the kitchen, Byounggon and the other magicians, and even princess Jinhee. Seunghun, however, was a totally different story because you weren’t just friends, you knew that. You could feel it in your bones now; after the infirmary, you couldn’t go back to how things had been before, it was just a matter of time before you fully gave in to your emotions, and you both feared that moment and waited for it to happen.
In the meantime, you went on your usual evening strolls when the weather and your duties allowed, Hyunsuk visited you one weekend to bring over some night-blooming flower lotion and some home-made kimchi from Yonghee (who had been nothing but grateful for the opportunity to work with his friend), and then, you went home for the weekend with Seunghun. In the beginning, you had felt like it would be a burden for the soldier to come with you since there was only a slim chance that anything could happen to you, let alone you losing your life. However, after a while, you had realised that he would have been more bothered by the fact that he couldn’t have accompanied you, so you let go of this concern.
Usually, you left the palace early in the morning and came back later at night, but this time, Hyunsuk and Seunghun got way too competitive when it came to a round of children’s games, and kept competing until you told them that it was time to leave. Your suggestion wasn’t approved by either of them, so you gave in to staying for the night. Once they had enough of the games, Hyunsuk washed up first, then Seunghun (who was given Hyunsuk’s clothes yet again to sleep in something clean), and after that, it was your turn.
However, when you came out of the washroom in your nightgown and wished goodnight for both of the boys who had agreed on sleeping together in Hyunsuk’s room, your brother closed the door on himself and locked it from the inside.
“Wait! I thought Seunghun would be sleeping in your room,” you shouted after him after exchanging a puzzled glance with the soldier. You could imagine Hyunsuk leaving you without a reply, but at least he shouted back:
“Not a chance. He’s all yours.”
You didn’t know what to do with your little brother’s sudden behaviour, but you tried to make it as casual as possible when you suggested different options for Seunghun. The jet-black-haired boy couldn’t accept your offer of staying in your room on a mattress beside your bed. Instead, he brought the mattress out of the storage room to the living room, beside the fireplace. He even cracked a joke about that particular spot being familiar since Hyunsuk had told him about how he had been placed there when your brother had walked into the house on the night you had met.
You bid your goodbye to Seunghun afterwards who singsonged a goodnight to you, and you headed back to your room with butterflies in your stomach. Sleep didn’t even come to you easily, and you kept tossing and turning in bed until you had to use the restroom. You tried to be as quiet as possible because the restroom was on the other side of the living room, meaning that you had to cross the living room to get there. Seunghun, however, was with his back to you when you walked past him, so you assumed that he was sleeping.
Nevertheless, when you were about to walk back to your room, you noticed him turning towards you.
“I’m sorry. Was I too loud?” You whispered tentatively, halting in your steps. The boy shook his head, a gentle smile forming on his lips. He didn’t seem weary, there was no sleep in his eyes, so you believed that he was telling the truth.
“Not at all. I couldn’t sleep either way.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No,” he shook his head yet again before you could think of making adjustments in case he was uncomfortable beside the fireplace.
You bobbed your head as you received his answer, unsure what to say. You felt like you could just sit beside him and talk for hours just like you did during your night strolls at the court, but you weren’t sure that it was the time or place for that. Before you could overthink the matter though, Seunghun broke the momentary silence.
“Actually, I have something to say,” he announced confidently, waiting for you to potentially go against his words if you wanted. Since you were all ears, you prompted him to go on as you lowered yourself onto his mattress, so that you could be at eye-level with him. He also pushed himself up into a sitting position, so you were face-to-face, just like at the infirmary.
“I pressed you about being worried about me because I feared that you might feel like you have to do so. Because of our bond, you know. I don’t want you to feel like you must do something because of me. And I had this silly thought too… That you might like me, but you feel like you have to because of the fact that we are tied.”
Your heart skipped a beat when the word ‘like’ rolled off his tongue. His voice was tender, his words even more so, and the look he gave you was nothing but affectionate. Still, there was a hint of doubt in his orbs, the seed of uncertainty planted in his features from his tensed shoulders to the way he fumbled with the ends of the blanket in his hands. This moment, of him being so raw and concerned and uncertain, scared you a bit for you had never seen him in such a state. This moment was like a glass bead that could break if you were hasty with your answer or if you didn’t word yourself right.
“Do you only care about me because of our bond?” You tested the waters, not taking your eyes off him. He seemed a bit taken aback by your question; not hurt, but instead, bewildered that you would have ever dared to assume such a thing.
“No. That’s so not true.” He shook his head fervently, many different emotions crossing the sky of his orbs. He might not have realised why you asked about this out of the blue, but his shoulders easened when your lips curled into an understanding smile.
“It’s the same for me,” you reassured him first things first. You wanted to tell him all about your feelings so badly, but you needed to pluck up your courage. Instead, you reached for his hands first. He was reluctant to let go of the blanket he was still toying with, but when you peeled his fingers off the material, he let you hold onto him just like you had let him hold onto you at the infirmary. He looked down at your hands for a moment before looking up at you again, and there it was, his signature tender smile that you loved so much.
As if it was the one thing that prompted you to speak up, you found yourself delivering your confession; by the crackling fireplace, over your intertwined fingers and through the rapid beating of your heart.
“I like you, Seunghun. Not the one I’m tied to, but the soldier who’s loyal to his friends, who would do anything to make others around him happy, and who always remembers every little thing about me. I like you for who you are, not what you are,” you emphasised, squeezing his hand in the meantime.
Seunghun looked at you as if he had looked at you for the first time. He didn’t move for a few seconds as if he was still trying to process what you had just said, but then, he didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward to continue what he had started back at the infirmary, and you didn’t protest. You kept looking into his warm, mahogany eyes, swimming in them, drowning in them, letting the waves crash over you as his lips touched yours. Your eyelids shut unconsciously, and for a moment, there was only him, only you, only him and you.
You felt Seunghun lean back from the kiss, and you opened your eyes to see a fully blossomed smile tinting his plush lips. He seemed radiant like the first ray of sunshine in the morning after a stormy night, and your heart felt warm just by the sight. You would have never thought you would be the one to make him so happy one day because he gave away so much of himself to others, but you were delighted and a bit shy that you could make him beam like that.
“Gosh, I like you so much,” Seunghun exclaimed, his voice and face and heart full of love as he crushed you into a hug, and kept you in his arms tightly. You felt yourself melting into his embrace, feeling safe and sound, vulnerable and well-protected at the same time.
You were in such an ecstatic state that you were only made aware of your surroundings when you heard a key turning, and in a blink of an eye, Hyunsuk opened the door of his room just to lean towards the door frame, eyeing you two hugging each other.
“It was time,” he grumbled, but there was a mischievous smile in the corner of his lips, so you could tell that his annoyance was fake. You knew him enough to know very well that he had seen it coming.
“Did you hear everything?” You guessed frantically as you let go of each other with the soldier to turn towards your brother. Nonetheless, your fingers were still intertwined.
“Yes, so now that’s done, don’t be too loud. I want to have a peaceful sleep,” he semi-warned you, but there was still that cheeky smile on his lips.
Once Hyunsuk went back to his room again, you exchanged a glance with Seunghun, only to start giggling. Then, you felt his arms around you yet again, and you eased into his touch, his warmth already familiar despite it being so new still.
“This feels like a dream,” the boy sighed into the embrace, and you could only share his sentiment. This really did feel like a dream, the best kind, that made your heart flutter and your cheeks flush. On the other hand, it was your here and now, and you weren’t ready to let go of it anytime soon.
“Hopefully, it won’t end soon.”
“It won’t,” Seunghun insisted, newfound confidence lacing his words. “We’ll keep on dreaming together for a long, long, long, long time,” he emphasised quite playfully, but when he let go of you, and you looked into each other’s eyes again, you knew that he was being serious.
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” he replied, albeit a bit coyly, and you giggled yet again. It really felt like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from, it was so warm, so comforting, so hopeful.
You might have been the one to save Seunghun on that fateful night, to forever seal your fate together, but you felt like he had saved you, too. He was your phoenix that rose from the ashes despite the hardships life had thrown at him ever since he had been really young, and you were his fireflower; growing from even the toughest grounds through the toughest circumstances and blooming for him, only him.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the twist with Seunghun’s phoenix form. Since phoenixes are usually red and gold, the idea came to my mind seeing his red hair that he should have red hair in his phoenix form, and when he turns to ashes and reborns as a human, his hair turns back to pitch-black. That was basically where it evolved form. I don’t write a lot of fantasies, so let me know if you have any questions regarding the fantasy world in the story. 🥰
All in all, I hope you enjoyed the story! Thank you so much for reading it! ❤️
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super shy
pairing: kim yonghee (CIX) x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff
summary: where you aren't shy to show everyone how much you love yonghee and he'd get super shy about it.
word count: 228 words
warning: it's my very first time writing fluff so pls bear with me, other than that there's none.
author's note: like i said, it's my very first time writing fluff but lmk if you'd like more stuff like this. ^^
yonghee and you had been dating somewhere close to a year now and you couldn't feel more in love than you already were. and according to your extroverted personality, you didn't shy out of showing your love for your bambi, how you liked to call him behind his back. because you had made the mistake of calling him that to his face and you had to go get an ice pack for his cheeks, that even you thought were about to burst.
because you knew your boyfriend wasn't really keen on pda, you tried to not push his boundaries, but sometimes (most of the times) you couldn't refrain yourself from pinching his cheeks softly or kissing the same area when you thought he looked adorable, no matter where you were or who was with you.
"i'd tell you to get a room, but you guys look ridiculously adorable" had said seunghun once after you were playing and braiding with yonghee's pink hair while you were watching a movie with your friends. and although yonghee really wanted to tell you to stop but he really didn't want you to, he just felt shy that his friends were watching him be babied like that by you.
but you really couldn't help it, not when that adorable pink-haired was super cute and was all yours.
and yonghee, he'd get super shy.
#kim yonghee#cix#cix yonghee#cix seunghun#kim seunghun#fluff#super shy#i wanna make yong super shy#its all im asking#pinkhaired!yonghee
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realizing i haven't escaped The Curse (father) because i have inherited his enjoyment of & desire to own music. unfortunately for him it's kpop and not classic rock but my point still stands.
i am very excited for both ab6ix and cix comebacks this month but my wallet is Not...my hours got cut at work (everyone's hours got cut, actually, i HATE january) so i'm not making As Much as i was during the holidays. BUT. but. i have enough for ktown's shipping fees and that's what's really important.
the one thing i'm not really happy about is the first/A concept for cix because of the whole AI debate and i'm like. are these guys getting any sort of protection for the usage of their voice and likeness in AI (big doubt, considering how shit their company is)...the promo vids are really cool but questionable and i think more fans should be concerned about whether or not c9 is using ai to save money and produce 'cix' content for this comeback. like YES it looks really cool and i do enjoy the actual concept of artificial intelligence for cix. but also. the.
teasers for B concept came out this morning and i don't have anything to say about those because they're perfect and if you've seen them You Will Know. i'm a sucker for soft visuals in concepts and the. sleepy eepies...they're all so cute. saw someone on twit describe it as 'seduce in x' and i'm laughing about it bc so true.
ab6ix's concepts have both been really good. they have finally gotten daehwi out of those godforsaken boots!!!!! the teasers dropped today are like...soft fairytale prince...not going as hard as oneus did for la dolce vita but still really good. i love the necklaces/chokers <33333 yes to fabric roses and yes to pearls!!!!!!
don't really have much to say about the album content previews other than the fact that there's like 36?? photocards?? for the REGULAR albums and you only get 2 per album which is insane to me when there are only 4 members to begin with? like? that's what...8 or 9 albums? with no guarantee that you'll get a full set? insane! at least the ktown pobs will be so good, they're cute- it looks like they're posing with strawberries? or some sort of sweet...either way, i'm getting the album set so i have a 50/50 chance of getting my bias lol. the pob for the jewel case isn't as cute but also like..what if i got one as well...
i really need to see the content previews for cix so bad i need them to open preorders nyow. if they have the album set im' getting it obviously but i really want to see if they have cute pobs...i hope they do! there's also speculation that seunghun's pcs are gonna be :eyes emoji: since his B teaser was...like that...in which case if i pull them i'm reselling lol i don't think i could handle it.
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4. “How would that even work?”
Fictober22~
soulmate au, uni au, strangers to soulmates, mingi is mentioned a lot for a character who doesn’t actually speak in this, author plays fast and loose with electrical engineering and art, seunghun x reader, ~2.4k
Ever since you were a wee lamb, you've known about Words. You knew that They connected you to another person, or persons. According to your Ma, Words are the first thing that comes from the person you're Connected with when they meet you.
Your Ma told you how she found hers, suddenly appearing one day when she was starting uni. She traced over Them on the side of her neck, just barely hidden by her hair, with a faraway look on her face. 'As far as the crow flies' is what her Words are. She met your father in the courtyard by the dorms because he overheard her asking her friend how far they thought she could throw the Frisbee. And the rest was history.
Your Words didn't appear until you were nearly out of uni. One day your left hand was plain and unmarked, and you woke up the next with Words that said 'How would that even work?' running from the crook of your thumb to almost the tip of your index finger. You remember staring at Them for ages, marveling at how right it felt to see Them, how They didn't seem to feel any different from your own skin. They were a little faded compared to people who've met their Connected(s), but that's normal. Words don't darken until They're communicated by the right person.
It was weird how fate had matched with your bachelor's program—electrical engineering major with a minor in visual arts. You used the things you learned in major courses to help with projects in your minor courses. Of course, this caused a lot of people to ask, “How could that work at all?” or “Why do you think that would even work?”
Questions that were so similar to your Words, but just a bit off.
You're happy you made friends with people who understand your ideas, though. Yonghee, an engineering mathematics major whom you met in your freshman year, was someone who encouraged you to try anything you came up with. Mingi, an econ major a year ahead of you who studied how math and the fashion industry intersect, was someone you relied on for inspiration for your visual arts minor. You often asked him about current trends to see how you could incorporate that into your robots' designs. You have a few other close friends—Jenny who was a year below you and studying data science; Belle who was undecided but seemed to be leaning towards math education—but Yonghee was your closest friend.
Which is why you called him at six in the morning because you finally had inspiration on your next art project and told him to meet you at the art studio in an hour and bring black tea with a smidgen of honey.
"And I'm doing this for you on a Saturday, why?" He asks, his words coming out muffled. You figured he had his head half buried in his pillows as usual.
"Mmm, because you're my best friend whom I love and cherish?" Your voice is sugar-sweet as you set your phone down on your bedside table and put the call on speaker. When he doesn't respond, you call his name to see if he was awake still.
"No, I'm awake," he says, and you hear the sheets rustle as he turns over, "I'm just waiting on a better reason." His voice is still sleepy, but the words come out much more clearly.
You roll your eyes and start sifting through your dresser for your art clothes; clothes that you wouldn't mind getting paints, oil pastels, charcoal, etc. on. "Okay, how about I buy us lunch when you force me to stop working because you're hungry?"
"I choose where we eat?"
"Yes, Yong, you can choose where we eat." You throw on your paint-stained jeans and an old T-shirt from your high school days. It has a purposefully faded image of a dragon being slain by a knight. It used to have words underneath that read something like 'A Knight to remember!' and the date of the big game between your school and your rivals. You turn to your desk and open your Little Box of Toys, as Mingi calls it, and start checking to see what you want to bring with you for the beginning stages of the project.
"I'll see you at seven. You going to your regular studio?" He checks, yawning afterwards. You hum an affirmative, and he says, "Cool. See you soon."
The phone beeps to let you know he ended the call, and you walk back to your bedside table to grab it. As soon as you pick it up, your phone begins to vibrate, your ringtone playing. Yonghee's face appears in the little contact circle.
You're a little confused, but you answer it. "Yeah, Yong?"
"Forgot to tell you something," he says. He sounds completely awake now, and you take a guess at what he forgot.
"Aww, you forgot to say you love me," you simper, batting your lashes even though he can't see.
"Sure," he dismisses, "but also that a friend from high school is visiting from out-of-town, and he might be coming with me to the studio."
"I'm not buying him lunch," you immediately say, "if we're going where I think you'll want to go, I'm barely going to have enough to cover the both of us."
"It'll be fine. He might choose to sleep in, instead." The unspoken "like I was going to" hangs in the air. "Either way, Mingi is going to whisk him away in the early afternoon."
"Gi knows him? You guys didn't go to high school anywhere near each other, though."
"They both did dance competitions back then. Min just didn't choose to major in it, unlike Seunghun."
"Oh, neat!" You say. "Well, he is certainly welcome to come with you. Mingi, too, if he wanted to get up this early."
There's a moment of silence before the two of you laugh. "Okay, okay, I'll see you soon!"
Once again, your phone beeps to let you know that the call is over. You set your phone on your desk next to your Little Box of Toys and go into the bathroom to brush your teeth and finish the rest of your morning routine. When you come back, you see that Yonghee texted you to remind you to bring a heavier jacket because it's supposed to be cold out today.
You smile, touched at your friend's thoughtfulness. You open the message to thank him, but before you can type the words, he sends another message explaining that he didn't want to deal with you being all whiny when you got sick.
Refusing to dignify it with a response, you shove the phone into your jacket pocket. You grab the rest of your things, put your shoes on, and check that you have the keys to get you into the studio. With that all done, you leave for the studio, locking your door behind you and pocketing the keys.
You get there before Yonghee, of course. The route to the building has been ingrained in your mind since the second half of freshman year. You're polite about it, though, and wait just on the other side of the entry doors. Yonghee was right; it was cold out today. While you waited for him, only twenty more minutes before he was late, and he had to pay for lunch as forfeit, you looked around at the entryway. Your eyes fell on the bulletin board filled with posters advertising everything from a reward for a lost hedgehog to baking lessons for French pastries.
There was something about the arts building in the early morning when nobody was around that gave you a sense of where you stand in the eyes of the universe. Sure, you have Words, you have fate that Connects you to another. But the universe doesn't care about that, or rather, Words are not the only thing that exists to the universe. You can tell by how the weak light of morning starts to fully come out from behind the clouds. The beams of light fall through the window and dust motes dance in it. The leaves outside that had dark outlines around them on the sidewalk from the rain the night before that hadn't yet evaporated. The birds starting to chirp and bounce from branch to branch, tree to tree. The universe had its own rhythm and beat, and it didn't care what you did or who you were. It was both comforting and terrifying at the same time.
The idea of Connecting did the same. Words were, in a way, Themselves Connecting you to the universe. You’ve heard different reports on what happens when one’s Words darken. Some people say they feel like the wind has been knocked out of them. Others say they feel like something in their life had clicked into place. Your Ma told you that for her, she felt like someone had put her inside a meat locker. She said your father felt like he was sitting right next to a bonfire.
You were broken from your thoughts by the door opening, the cold air whooshing in along with Yonghee and another person who you assume is Seunghun. Yonghee held your tea in one hand, his drink in another. The edges of a bright orangey-pink paper bag from the café by his apartment sticks out of his pocket. Seunghun was eating a breakfast sandwich, his cheeks and nose pink from the cold. You waved them further in, grabbing the door behind them and pulling it shut faster than it would have on its own.
Yonghee was bundled in a sweater with a scarf and his windbreaker over it. A beanie with a pink and gray poof on top, matching the scarf, sat on his head. His darker pink hair stuck out from it in several places. Seunghun was wearing a dark gray beanie and a navy blue peacoat. Despite it being obvious he was still tired, he was handsome. You could tell from the way he carried himself that he is a dancer, and that he seems like someone who wants to and likes to laugh a lot. Both of them wore their backpacks.
Yonghee hands you your tea. "So, tell me about your project."
You excitedly start talking about your project, leading the two down the hall to your favorite studio in the back, a corner room. You like the amount of natural light that you get there. It’s also usually ignored in favor of the other studios because of its size, so you didn’t really have to worry about someone walking in and disturbing you.
"Okay, so I read about this story that someone told about their college professor who used Tesla coils to show how electricity is conducted in plexiglass. I want to do something similar to that, but with a different spin to it." You explain as you open the door to the studio, setting your Little Box of Toys on the design desk. You gesture to the chairs, "Go ahead and take a seat wherever. Today I'm just getting the rough idea of it down, the blueprint if you will, and maybe starting on some smaller Tesla coils."
The two guys do as you say, sliding their backpacks off, dropping them to the ground, and Yonghee pulls out the paper bag from his pocket. He takes his own sandwich out of it and starts eating. Seunghun looks at you politely, watching as you talk with your hands about the project.
"I want to do something similar, but with paper if possible. If not, I'll use plexiglass and inks. I’m probably going to experiment with sizes of the coils first to see which one is most doable in this context." You take a sip of your tea and set it down, exchanging it for a little robotic joint from your box, just to have something to fiddle with in the meantime. Yonghee nods along, understanding the basic idea of your project.
Seunghun raises a hand, and when you look at him, he asks hesitantly, "How would that even work?"
You nearly snap the joint in half at hearing him say your Words, and you look down at your finger. It felt like it was burning and cooling all at once, Words darkening as if They were rising like a tide. Staring at Them, you reflexively reply, "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"
As soon as those words come out of your mouth, Seunghun's eyes widen. Thinking he is upset with you, you start apologizing. "I am so sorry, I have no idea where that came from! It's just something I do to Yonghee all the time."
“Thanks,” said boy mutters, taking a sip of his drink.
Seunghun breaks into a smile, his left hand coming up to rest on his right shoulder, fingers tightening around the dark wool. "Still don't have a clue about how you'll control the electricity, but I'm glad to know that the person with my Words is so ambitious."
You can't help but smile back, a warmth spreading from your chest to the rest of your body. You feel a little giddy, a little like you can’t really focus on reality. "Well, I mean, I'll have a Faraday cage around some of my stuff. My electronic devices—phone, tablet, etcetera—will be protected from the electricity, but no, I won't have any control."
He looks a little worried at your explanation, but Yonghee reassures him. “YN is used to working with this kind of thing. Believe me, they’ll be fine.”
A thought strikes you, but hesitation rises with it. Deciding that there’s no harm in asking, you say, “If you wanted, if you’re able to of course,” the words stumble out of your mouth, “you could, um, sit with me and watch when I get to that part of my project?”
“Yeah…” he says slowly, “yeah, that would be nice.” He ducks his head down briefly, and you can see that he’s trying to hide another smile. As a result, you do the same, looking down at your shoes, trying to hide your pleased smile.
Yonghee looks at the both of you, and sighs dramatically while he picks up his backpack, walking towards the small set of tables clustered in the opposite corner of the room. “I’m going to die from sweetness overload if I look at the two of you any longer.”
#fictober22#cix scenarios#seunghun scenarios#kim seunghun scenarios#sorry about my mingi bias LEAPING out in this#jae.works
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HOW CIX WOULD EAT YOU OUT | masterlist
warnings: nsfw (minors dni)
fem!reader x cix
‧₊˚. byounggon
- he would live between your thighs if he could
- always asks you to sit on his face
- pulls you down onto his mouth by your waist
- makes sure a pillow is under your hips if you’re laying down
- obsessed with you squirting on him
- loves edging you
- he’ll get you so close to coming and then just pull away to kiss you until you calm down before repeating
- likes when you start moving your hips against his tongue, it’s so hot to him
‧₊˚. seunghun
- his hands will be everywhere
- running up and down your legs, brushing over your stomach
- praise praise praise! “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”
- super enthusiastic
- licking, sucking, biting; he eats you out like it’s his last meal
- constant eye contact
- he’ll literally stop if you look away
- will kiss you afterwards so you can taste yourself
‧₊˚. yonghee
- extra soft and attentive when eating you out
- his only goal is to make you feel good
- holds your hips or thighs the whole time
- his eyes will constantly flicker up to your face to make sure you are enjoying it
- loves when you’re loud. it gives him a little confidence rush
- will kiss your clit softly before sucking it
- a pro at using his fingers
- loves when you run your hands through his hair
‧₊˚. jinyoung
- very serious when eating you out
- presses down on your stomach with his fingers inside of you
- moans onto your pussy and revels in the way you get louder from the vibrations
- pinches and tugs your nipple with his free hand
- will not stop at making you cum once
- loves overstimulating you
- he’ll keep going until you are completely worn out
- definitely wants to try ice play one day
‧₊˚. hyunsuk
- super playful
- in the way that he will smile while eating you out because he loves your reactions
- nips and bites at your hips and inner thighs before going back in
- gets a little giddy when you tell him he’s doing a good job and will go even harder
- holds one of your hands while the other keeps your hips pinned down to the bed
- tug on his hair please it makes him go crazy
- makes a bunch of quiet breathy moans; he just loves having you on his tongue
- will rut into the sheets while eating you out
#cix#cix imagines#cix reactions#cix headcanons#cix drabbles#kpop imagines#kpop drabbles#kpop reactions#bx#byounggon#seunghun#yonghee#bae jinyoung#hyunsuk#yoon hyunsuk#kpop x reader#cix x reader#yong-jelly#kpop smut#cix smut
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