#seunghyun fics
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Date Roulette: Jiyong
Tuesday
Intro Week Start
Seungri Week Start
Daesung Week Start
Taeyang Week Start
Seunghyun Week Start
Jiyong Week Start
Next
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Warning level: suggestive (higher end of suggestive)
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I woke up with my head smushed against Jiyong's shirt, and his arms wrapped tightly around my body. Which is to say: I woke up confused. I remembered everything, but I couldn't really make sense of it.
I was not the type to back down from a building argument. At least, I tried not to be. And kissing him again? I knew how I had gotten there, but in the light of day I just couldn't make the logic work out the same as it had last night.
But I could work that stuff out later. Right now, I had to peel a human banana clip off of myself and track down a production… assistant? Director? It occurred to me that I didn't actually know what Chul's job title actually was.
Again, not a priority at the moment.
I shook my head, trying to knock loose the cobwebs that had accumulated in there overnight. I immediately regretted the action as an invisible band tightened itself around my temples.
Muffling a groan, I rolled towards the edge of the bed, finding my escape from his clutches easier than I had expected.
Jiyong only let out a soft whine, but stayed asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it towards his arms. He readily accepted it, pulling it into his body in a stranglehold.
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Once I was above deck, I located a staff person that I vaguely recognized. I had seen her around a few times, typically with an assortment of cords in her hands.
This morning however, she was leaning against a railing. In one hand she had some sort of snack bar, in the other she seemed to be scrolling through sns.
As I approached, she gave me an apologetic look - covering her somewhat full mouth and bowing. I waved a hand and shook my head, hoping I was coming off as nonchalant and not grimacing too much from the growing dizziness between my eyes.
"Sorry for interrupting," I started, "I just wanted to know if Chul is around."
"Mm," she paused, finishing chewing before continuing, "he's still downstairs. I guess he's got motion sickness pretty bad."
"Ah," I frowned, "I was hoping to talk to him before everything really got started today."
"Hmm…" she looked a little unsure.
"Please."
After a second, she nodded. "I'll show you," she offered.
I followed her back below deck.
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The room was smaller. Substantially so. Obviously meant as staff quarters.
It annoyed me, but I figured I'd gone on enough anti-capitalist tangents before. Besides, if Chul wasn't feeling well there was no reason for me to bring more negativity to him.
I also had something more urgent to address.
Chul looked like shit. He was rumpled. Hair stuck out at odd angles, wrinkled clothes, and that wince of illness. He was busy shaking some tablets onto his hand.
"Hey," I took a seat on an empty bunk, "anything I can do to help?"
He shook his head, wincing again.
"I've got dramamine and pain killers," he huffed, "I'll live. What's up?"
I sunk into myself slightly, feeling a little guilty that I was - once again - coming to him for a favor.
"I…" I paused as another staffer came in for a moment. They grabbed a bag and left without a word. Wordlessly, Chul handed me the bottle of pills. Taksen. I took two, nodding in thanks as he handed over a bottle of water as well.
I waited an extra second after swallowing the pills before starting again.
"I'm worried about this week."
Chul nodded, silently urging me to continue.
"I woke up and…" I blinked, brows dipping as I thought it over again, "I can't make sense of last night."
"Yeah," he agreed, "I didn't expect you two to get over things so quickly."
"Exactly!" I nodded - ignoring the headache, "it's like Ji… he just knows how to get past my guard somehow."
Chul hummed, a thoughtful look taking over his features.
"But… what does this have to do with me?" He asked.
"I… I don't know. I just wanted…" I frowned. What did I want? Someone to keep an eye on me? Someone to talk to?
"I just wanted to know if I was crazy or not for thinking it was strange."
He laughed. Not at me. More of a what can I say sort of laugh.
"The whole thing is strange. Has anything happened to you this last month that isn't strange?"
I rolled my eyes, huffing at him and crossing my arms.
"Okay," I conceded, "but this is extra strange. I couldn't stand his jealousy, but one conversation later I let him sleep in my bed?"
Chul lifted an eyebrow, teasing me.
"Shut up," I snapped, "nothing happened. Just sleep."
He shook his head, raising his hands as if showing his innocence.
"But it's still weird!" I pushed. "I remember the conversation. That one bit shouldn't have been enough."
He sighed, shrugging.
"This whole thing between you two has been a roller coaster. Maybe this is just another up."
I groaned, but didn't speak. He had something close to a point.
"You just have to survive a few days. Tomorrow is a group day, then Sunday as well."
"You know that this won't just end on Sunday," I grumbled.
"True," he leaned forward, patting my knee reassuringly, "but we can worry about that next week. For now, let's just focus on today."
"Fine," I agreed, "but just…"
I stumbled over my words again.
Luckily, Chul knew what I was getting at.
"Hey, I can always make up some technical interruption if you need me to. Not forever, but for five minutes at least."
I nodded. Standing up, I placed a hopefully not overly familiar hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you Chul," I squeezed his shoulder slightly, "seriously."
He nodded.
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I had hoped that Jiyong would be gone by the time I returned to my cabin. Or at least still dead asleep. Instead he sat up when I entered, pouting over my pillow at me.
I froze, just for a second. Thankfully, he seemed sleepy enough to have missed it.
"You left me alone," he croak-whined.
"I figured you could use the sleep," I shrugged. I sat on the edge of the bed and hauled my backpack from where I had stashed it on the little armchair yesterday.
His pout stayed in place as he shoved the pillow behind himself and lifted his arms towards me.
"Come back to me, my love."
I cringed at the endearment. It sounded hollow somehow.
"Luna?"
I looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyebrows were drawn together, and he appeared to be giving me a thorough looking over.
"Hmm?"
He didn't immediately answer. Instead, he sat up and leaned forward. Supporting himself on his knees and one hand, he reached forward and pushed the hair out of my face.
"Are you not feeling well? I'm sure I have medicine or something with me."
I shook my head, pulling away from his hand.
"No," I turned my attention back to my bag, "I already got something from Chul."
Jiyong crawled forward, invading the space next to me.
'What did he give you?"
I shrugged, still searching through my bag. "Just something for my headache. You know how it i- Ah there it is!"
I held my toothbrush aloft in triumph.
Jiyong smiled, presumably at my antics, but continued his questioning.
"But what specifically?"
"Why does it matter?" I retorted, moving towards the ensuite so I could finally brush my teeth. I laughed at Jiyong's expression, now looking extra concerned. "I doubt he'd try to drug me or something."
"Of course," he nodded slowly, "he'd have to be a psycho to do something like that."
He moved awkwardly, getting himself untangled from the bed so he could follow me.
"Still," he took up residence behind me now, sneaking a hand around my stomach as I brushed my teeth, "it might react poorly with that tea."
I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror. I felt crowded, but resisted the urge to push him away. Maybe it was the… was this a hangover? PMS? Regardless, there was an uncomfortable feeling lingering through my body that I couldn't help interpreting as danger.
Jiyong took my lack of rejection as encouragement. He hooked his chin on my shoulder and lifted his free hand to brush my hair back from my face.
"I want to make sure that you're safe, my love."
That was going to get real old, real fast.
I shrugged myself from his clutches, spitting and rinsing my mouth before speaking.
"It was just Taksen," I turned to face, fixing what I felt was the fakest smile I had ever worn onto my face, "I'm sure I'll be fine Ji."
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We had lunch on the boat, a vegetarian take on naengmyeon.
"You know," I broke a not quite awkward silence as we ate, "I used to hate soup."
Jiyong looked up from his dish, frowning slightly.
"I'm sure they could make something else."
"No," I shook my head, "this is fine. I just was against soup on principle."
Jiyong blinked, squinted, and finally placed his elbow onto the tabletop and his chin into his palm.
"On principle."
It wasn't exactly a question, but it was clear he wanted further information.
"Well," I lifted my spoon, observing its contents closely. After a moment, I downed the liquid before continuing. "Soup is different back home." I held the spoon up, now watching the way the sunlight reflected off its surface.
Jiyong patiently watched my antics.
"Mostly it just seemed like someone made a meal and then," I shrugged, "decided to put it in water."
Jiyong looked down at his own bowl, brows drawing together as he considered the food before him.
"How is that different than this?"
I shrugged again. "Soup here seems to be done on purpose."
His frown deepened for a moment. Then, after shaking his head, he burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked, unable to remain serious in the face of his outburst, "what's so funny?"
"I just," he shook his head again before leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm, "never know what you're going to say next."
A month ago - hell even a week ago - I would have expected that sentiment to be accompanied by a frown. Disapproval of what and how I choose to be. Now however…
He seemed to have forgotten his food, simply gazing at me with something like wonder writ across his face.
"Eat," I nodded towards his bowl.
His smile deepened. Shaking his head, his lips parted to speak.
"I-"
"Don't tell me you're full by watching me," I cut him off. "You need to eat."
He let out an abrupt laugh, but lifted his spoon regardless.
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I wasn't sure if it was exactly typical for yachts to pull up on Sindo. From what I could see, the boat that we were on was the only non-ferry visible. There was some discussion between pier staff, show staff, and even Jiyong himself at one point, before we were able to fully… park? I made a mental note to look up proper boating terminology.
Something about the way that Jiyong returned from the conversation sent a flag up in my mind. He looked sheepish, but happy - victorious, but a little shy. He had a bounce in his step that translated to his silly straw sun hat flopping slightly as he approached.
He looked like a dad on vacation that had just gotten a bargain.
"Is everything okay?" I asked as soon as he was close enough to talk to.
"Yes," he quickly answered. "I just have to, ah…" that slightly embarrassed look replaced his smile for a second.
"You didn't bribe them, did you?"
He laughed, but didn't answer. Not directly anyway.
"The manager's wife is a fan," he explained. "I just offered to sign a picture."
I squinted at him, trying to play up my disapproval.
"Jagi~," he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I got us a spot, right?"
I pursed my lips, letting out a "hmmph" noise.
"I did well," he wiggled my shoulders back and forth, teasing, "right jagiya?"
"I guess it's okay," I gave him a sidelong look, "as long as we're not breaking a law or anything."
A slightly confused look took over his features for a moment as he tilted his head.
"I don't think so," he murmured, "even if there is one, it will only be a fine."
I sighed deeply, remembering a phrase that my friends back home and I used to say pretty often: 'Punishable by a fine' just means 'legal for rich people.'
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We navigated renting some scooters, including two bigger ones that were more like golf carts for the staff and their gear, and headed out. It was already near noon when we had arrived, so we stopped in a small cafe for something to eat before heading towards Modo.
It was something like a break, but not really. Jiyong had suggested we share a scooter, but I had wanted a little bit of extra freedom.
"Think of the show," Jiyong pouted.
"I am," I countered. "Just imagine how fun it will be for the audience when I inevitably run off on my own and you have to chase me down."
I heard Chul snort out a laugh somewhere off camera at that.
"My love," Jiyong's pout deepened, "think of the way their hearts will flutter when you put your hands around my waist."
I shook my head, rolling my eyes for good measure.
"That's actually dangerous. If anything I'd have to grab your hips or shoulders," I shrugged. "Holding your waist messes with your center of balance."
The pout was gone. In its place was a blank stare, seasoned by a few blinks.
In the end, I allowed him to "convince" me. Truth be told, I was beginning to have a headache again, and I figured I might be better off if I let him "drive". I also begged another painkiller off Chul, who made a point of holding the back of his hand to my forehead and squinting at my eyes and hands.
"Do I pass the inspection?"
Chul's eyes narrowed, "for now. Here."
With that, I was handed a tablet, a bottle of water, and a helmet before settling in behind Jiyong on the little moped.
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The air on my face felt nice, doing a little bit to clear the ache in the center of my forehead. It also helped that most of what I could smell was salt, mud, and algae. I breathed deep, shutting my eyes to block any potential motion sickness from compounding the horrendously loud pounding of blood in my ears.
I was a little disappointed at missing most of the view while we rode. I had searched the island online when the plan was initially proposed and knew that I was surrounded by greenery and farms. I hoped I'd be able to see them on the way back.
At first, I was a little bitter about going to Modo with Jiyong. It was on my list, buried in my liked photos on my private Instagram. Somehow, I doubted Jiyong knew that though. Much more likely was the chance that he simply looked up day trips on the islands and things to do.
Not that that was a bad approach. I had simply been spoiled by Seunghyun and Daesung's attentiveness.
I allowed myself a moment of malcontent before convincing myself not to let petty details ruin Baemikkumi for me.
Getting an afternoon snack also helped. I excused myself to the bathroom after ordering, taking an extra moment to pat some cool water over my face and neck. The day was hot, extra humid due to being on the series of islets.
It also gave me a moment to respond to messages that I had been ignoring.
From: Hugeboy
Any clarity on that mysterious situation you were in? σ(^_^;)?
From: Hugeboy
Ah… I know you're probably just busy but still it feels a bit…
From: Hugeboy
I want to call you
From: Hugeboy
But I don't want to be a bother
From: Hugeboy
I miss you ｡･(つд`｡)･｡
From: Hugeboy
Maybe I should be embarrassed about saying that
From: Hugeboy
No! I don't care if it's embarrassing!
From: Hugeboy
I! Miss! You! ♡♡♡♡♡ (*T^T)
I couldn't help but to half smile, half pout, at his messages. Reading back over them I couldn't help but feel a little bad about not having responded. Still, I supposed I had a pretty good reason. At least on Sunday.
To: Hugeboy
Would you believe me if I said I miss you too?
To: Hugeboy
I had a sort of… medical issue??
To: Hugeboy
Nothing serious. Just stress.
To: Hugeboy
Honestly, I think I'm still recovering.
For perhaps the second time ever, he didn't instantly respond. Well, that's only fair. I checked my other messages.
From: Zico
You know what I'm going to say, right? ㅋㅋㅋ
From: Zico
I think he's really lost it this time
From: Zico
Seriously… are you a witch or something? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
That last message had been accompanied by a blurry video of what appeared to be Mino. He sat with his phone in his hands, staring at it with an obvious pout on his lips. I couldn't truly make out what he was saying, but I could tell it was something like:
"... doesn't… nothing…"
A few seconds before the video ended, a new message came in from Zico.
From: Zico
I would ask why Mino just texted me asking for advice on playing it cool, but I think I already know the answer.
I snorted a laugh and quickly typed a reply.
To: Zico
Why should he start now?
To: Hugeboy
I like that you're embarrassing~~ ♡
To: Hugeboy
Better to be embarrassing and real than to be cold and uncaring
From: Hugeboy
Fine! I miss you more than makes sense (*T^T)
From: Hugeboy
When can I see you?
To: Hugeboy
I don't know. I'm sorry.
From: Hugeboy
It's not your fault ＼(_ _)
To: Hugeboy
Still…
To: Hugeboy
I have to go. I'll message you again soon I promise.
With that, I clicked my phone back to locked, and headed back outside.
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Jiyong insisted we rehydrate, a set of iced teas mixed with fruit juice already on the table when I returned.
"Making sure to take care of me?" I teased him.
"I always take care of you."
At Jiyong's suggestion, plenty of photographs were taken. Primarily of me. I did offer a few times to take pictures of him, but he'd simply shake his head and say he had enough photos of him to last a lifetime.
That seemed both reasonable and a little unfair. Not to him. He was right. Nobody needed more photos of him. But it was unfair to put me in the spotlight with so little warning.
Once we were in the park, it was every few minutes with him. He'd point at something and ask me to pose next to it. As if I knew the first thing about posing.
I tried to push the negativity out of my mind. For years I had been the photographer for my friends. Ninety percent of the photos that existed of me were mirror selfies, or taken using a makeshift tripod and the timer function. I took a moment to be grateful for the influx of proof of life provided over the last few weeks.
Besides, the picture of me being held in giant metal hands did come out nicely.
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Just a short while later, Jiyong was sulking.
Well, not actually. He was playing it up for sympathy, scowling as the yacht pulled closer to the dock on the mainland. I pretended that I hadn't noticed.
"It's a shame," I said as casually as I could.
I was rewarded with shining puppy eyes from Jiyong.
"We didn't even get a chance to go into the ocean water this whole time."
Jiyong grimaced. Obviously, this was not what he had been hoping to hear. No doubt he would have liked for me to say I wished we could spend another night on the boat. Or perhaps that I didn't want to return to the house.
Truth be told, I was itching to get into the giant tub in my room. I couldn't wait to stretch out in a familiar bed again.
But the summer sun was still well above the horizon, so I was willing to bet that the approaching dock was not the end of the day.
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We ended our day at a bar masquerading as a barbecue restaurant. Nothing fancy, thank god. Just a little meat, a few vegetables, and a small gas fire to cook them over.
And soju.
Of course soju.
I contemplated the mushroom tipped shaft before me, pretending to ignore the shot that Jiyong had placed beside my plate.
"Come on," he whined slightly, meat tongs now back in hand. "Don't make me drink alone."
I sighed, biting the earthy brown cap off the skewer in my hand before turning to down the drink.
"That's my girl."
I made a point of rolling my eyes at his words. He just laughed and tossed back his own drink.
He's in a good mood. We had been in that weird confrontation for so long that I had forgotten about this version of him. Relaxed, happy, not mistaking jokes for attacks - this was the version of him I had fallen for in those early days.
"Hey."
I blinked, shaking my head slightly as I came back into the moment. The cup next to my plate was full again. I reached out to take it, but two fingers fell across the top to stop me. Looking up, I saw Jiyong watching me with that soft look he had been wearing for the last two days.
"Where'd you go?"
The seat I was in didn't really have a back to it, otherwise I would have leaned back. As it was, I supported myself with an elbow on the edge of the table.
"I was just thinking. About the beginning."
A moment of silence passed between us then. For me, it was reflective. For him… well…
He shook himself out of it and set the food aside so it didn't burn. After making sure everything was safely set, he sat down facing me. He shuffled to the edge of his seat and reached forward to grab the legs of mine to pull me closer.
"What?" It felt like a reasonable enough question.
"It can be like that again, jagiya."
He picked up my hand from the table, winding it into his own. His thumb brushed over my fingers for a moment before he pulled my palm to his cheek. Quickly, he pressed a kiss against my hand before securely holding it against his skin.
"I can make it like that again," he stared, an intensity that made my skin flush but also crawl.
"Ji," I tried to pull my hand away.
"No," he renewed his grip, pressing another kiss against my fingers before continuing, "I'll do whatever I need to do to make you realize that it should be me."
I experience an odd mix of reactions to that. My neck tensed, hairs prickling up off my skin as if his words had sent a cold breeze across my back. I felt goosebumps raise over my arms.
On the other hand, my stomach swooped and fluttered. A warmth spread down from my gut, part of my body clearly reacting well to the earnestness of his words.
"Just let me prove it to you this week."
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I silently wished that we had taken one of the company cars to the pier yesterday. Not necessarily one of the giant vans, but just something with another driver. A chaperone.
As we hadn't, I was stuck in Jiyong's car with him. Not that I thought he'd do anything too scandalous. There were still cameras in his car after all.
No, it was a more internal issue than that. With an external cause. That I was internally incapable of solving.
Jiyong's hand was on my thigh.
Which was fine. It was fine. It was a respectful enough distance between my knee and my hip. It was simply resting there, largely inactive save for a few swipes of his thumb over my skin. It was fine. I could deal with this.
Except for that gut churning warmth from before that was still sitting behind my waistband. Except for the tell-tale sensation of my body preparing itself for something that it was not going to get.
But it was nice. In a way.
I glanced at Jiyong, which may have been a mistake. I don't like to think of myself as being shallow but good lord the budding tension would be easier to prune back if he wasn't so fucking pretty.
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Finally we were back home, as much as that word meant anything anymore.
I was glad to be back in the house. I tried to remember where I was in my cycle. Had I last had my period during Seungri's week? Maybe it had been Daesung's? It wasn't totally out of the question that my hormones were simply amped up.
It usually wasn't this noticeable though. I was overtly aware of the wetness between my legs. Every step I took was accompanied by a naggingly persistent glide of self-lubricated flesh.
In a number of different situations, it would be titillating. In this one it was almost concerning.
"I'm going to head to bed," I was perhaps a bit curt with my words, but I was aching to get into the bathroom and clean myself up.
"Are you feeling okay?" Genuine concern filtered through Jiyong's words.
Maybe I wasn't doing as good of a job covering as I had thought.
"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. Doing my best not to meet his eye, I came up with a weak excuse. "I'm just tired from traveling and everything."
In the periphery of my vision, I was aware that he was nodding. I pretended to focus on putting my shoes away neatly.
"Jagi," his hand found my wrist, "I…"
I forced myself to meet his eye. He really was so fucking pretty.
I wasn't aware that my mouth had opened until I felt his thumb brush over my bottom lip. When had his hand reached my face?
Against my better judgment, my tongue dipped out - primarily to wet my lips, but incidentally lapping at his skin.
He even tasted pretty.
This close, I could see the blemishes underneath his makeup.
"Oh you guys are back."
Jiyong pulled away from me, scalded by embarrassment or annoyance.
Taeyang stood in the openway, in all the glory of what I was sure was one half of a matching couple's pajama set, holding a glass of water. His eyes shifted between the two of us. There may as well have been chemical formulas flying around his head with how hard he was staring at us.
Good lord I was glad to see him. His presence had been exactly the shock I needed to escape whatever was going on with me. Hormones, alcohol… whatever it was, I was glad for the distraction.
"I'll go first," I mumbled, carefully avoiding touching either of them as I moved.
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My body bounced with the force I had thrown myself at the mattress. The inspection I had given myself in the shower had confirmed what I already knew. I debated texting Daesung, weighing the chances of us somehow getting caught. Typically I'd have no problem staying quiet, but with how amped up I was… there was really no telling.
Though I had teased him about tying him to the bed. What better time to try it than ri-
My thoughts were cut off by a tapping at the glass doors. Scrambling for decency's sake, I retracted my hand that had been making its way between my legs of its own accord. I tightened my robe around myself before pulling the curtain aside just enough to see who was there.
I was greeted by raised eyebrows paired with one hand holding a bottle, and the other holding a pair of wine glasses. The eyebrows jumped comically. Laughing, I took a step back and unlocked the door to pull it open.
"I thought you might need to debrief."
I shrugged, making my way to the seat by the vanity.
"It's legitimately strange how well you know me sometimes."
Seunghyun just smiled as he toed off his shoes and slid the door shut behind him. After being prompted by a pointed nod from me, he made sure the curtains were back in place as well - a shield for our private conversations.
"I heard he took you on a boat," Seunghyun stated it like a fact, but I could tell he wanted confirmation.
I hummed, watching him uncork the bottle and pour us both a glass. His fingers were deft and swift. They moved with confidence through the series of motions.
"-by? Yah…"
I shook my head, pulling myself back to the moment.
"Sorry," I frowned, "what were you saying?"
He chuckled, holding a glass out towards me. I stood to take it, standing perhaps a little closer to him than was absolutely necessary.
He held his glass towards me. Raising my own, I lightly tapped it against his.
He gave me a pointed look.
"No," I said, "you should drink first oppa."
He raised an eyebrow at that, but he also raised his glass. After allowing him to take his time to taste the wine and swallow, I spoke up again.
"How is it?"
"Jammy," he said after considering his words carefully, "a little tart. Not bad."
I hummed.
He had to have known what I was doing. No way was I subtle about it.
He didn't stop me though.
I couldn't really make out such details that would lead to the descriptor of "jammy", but I could taste the remnants of sweetness and sourness well enough on his tongue.
After a moment I pulled away. Lifting my hand, I thumbed away an invisible droplet from his lips. The thumb was then placed against my own, my tongue coming out to taste it in a much more acceptable adaptation of the earlier moment with Jiyong.
Trained as they were on his face, it didn't escape my eyes the way Seunghyun's attention was locked onto the movement.
"Put that away before you cause trouble," his voice sounded strained when he spoke.
"Hmm…" I smiled up at him, "don't want to."
He took a moment to carefully place both of our glasses further back on the vanity. Straightening up afterwards, he took another moment to look me over. One of his arms looped around my back, pulling me close as his eyes ran over my face, neck, and assorted other spots of exposed skin.
Eventually, his eyes landed back on mine.
"How are you feeling?"
What a loaded question. I had already been fighting a losing battle against an unexpected wave of arousal when he showed up. I was a little embarrassed that all thoughts of Daesung had been pushed from my mind until this exact moment. That of course led to a brief detour into shame. That particular spiral was then cut short by how good Seunghyun's fingers felt on my skin when he reached up to brush my hair from my face.
His stern features were soft. It was a look that I kept seeing from him more and more often. A look I could see myself getting used to.
A look that simplified my answer.
"Good."
He nodded, serious as ever.
"A little more…" I tilted my head, thinking of how to describe it, "awake than I expected," I admitted.
There was a moment then. We both seemed to be waiting for something, but I didn't know what that might be.
It turned out to be my tongue. Once again, I slid it over my lips. More from nerves than anything else.
Seunghyun dropped his head slightly to press his lips against mine.
I hoped he wouldn't hold the sound I made against me. It was embarrassing enough just to have such a strong reaction to him. My head spun, thinking about the ups and downs of our dynamic over the last month. Or maybe it was from the kiss itself.
We had kissed before. Obviously. But this was different. This was a fight against a riptide, and I was more than willing to drown.
"Baby," Seunghyun was mumbling against my lips.
I groaned, annoyed at the attempted interruption.
"Baby."
He forced us apart this time. It was like he was determined to ruin the vibe.
"What?" I couldn't help the annoyed tone that slipped into my voice.
Confusion flashed over his face for a moment before he hardened his gaze.
"What happened?"
I blinked. I was not following his train of thought at all.
"What… you mean with Jiyong?"
He nodded, solemnly watching me.
"Nothing," I shrugged. "We went on a boat, we went to a sculpture park, we…"
I cut myself off. Did it really matter? A momentary lapse in judgment in a yacht hot tub with a man who was functionally my ex?
"Baby," softer this time, "you don't have to hide anything from me."
"We…" I huffed, then started again, "I…"
Seunghyun maneuvered the both of us, moving so he could sit at the vanity and pull me onto his lap.
"Take your time."
I let him pull me into him. Resting my head against his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his hands soothing down my back. Breathing deeply, I could smell some faint cologne struggling to cover up that ever present tobacco scent that clung to him.
"It's stupid." I was pouting again, but trying not to let it color my voice too much. I'd much rather go back to the kissing than talk about how Jiyong could seemingly climb inside my skull at will.
"What is?"
"Me," I moved against him, getting my head into a more comfortable position. If that position also put me in closer reach of teasing his neck and ear… he didn't seem to notice, "probably."
"We both know that's not true," he laughed.
I didn't protest, but I didn't agree either. Instead, I simply sighed heavily, trying to sneak my lips onto where I could feel his pulse in his neck.
"Baby," he gently admonished me. His hands pulled me upright to meet his eyes again. "You know I'd love to keep going, but you also know this is a coping mechanism."
I rolled my eyes, "don't pretend you know me better than I know myself."
That got a reaction out of him.
His hand raised, tightly gripping my chin so there was no way I could look away again.
"Listen to me baby," his voice had gone deep with the intensity of his message, "I would have no issue fucking you until you couldn't walk, if that's what you truly wanted."
Another embarrassing sound eked its way up my throat and out from between my lips.
Seunghyun paused his lecture to kiss me, rougher than I had expected. He bit my lower lip, pulling a groan from me as he pulled back.
"However," he shook my chin slightly, demanding my attention raise from his lips to his eyes again, "I will only do so when I am one hundred percent certain that it is what you want and not just a distraction."
What was there for me to do besides blink? And after that, what option did I have but to start crying?
"Baby," he dropped his grip from my chin and tugged me against his body in a tight hug. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. I'm sorry baby. Please don't cry."
"I… I just don't understand…" I sobbed, embarrassment no longer a concern. "How…. He… Ji…"
"Deep breath baby," he crooned into my ear. He started rocking slightly, obviously going all out in his attempt to comfort me. "Breathe for me. You have all night to tell me what happened."
I'm sure all eloquence was lost as I tried to explain through unintelligible sobs and the deep breaths that Seunghyun would occasionally remind me to take, but eventually I was able to explain my concerns. At least to the point that Seunghyun eventually started telling me that I didn't need to explain anymore.
"It's okay, baby," his voice was low, quietly reassuring me, "I understand."
"The worst part is I don't even know why I care," I whined, "I just want him out of my head."
By now, we had made our way onto my bed. Seunghyun laid on his side, arms pulling me protectively into his chest while I had rambled out my complaints.
"Just being around him is like getting drunk," I mumbled. "I feel defenseless."
"You-"
A knock on the glass doors interrupted him. He frowned, looking down at me questioningly.
"Did you invite Daesung down?"
I shook my head, nerves twisting my gut.
"Maybe he want-"
My text tone interrupted me. Shuffling to free my hand from between Seunghyun's and my bodies, I turned to grab it from where I had dropped it on the mattress earlier.
From: Llyong Boho
Awake?
I shut my eyes, holding my phone up for Seunghyun to see. I felt the soft vibration of another message coming in while he looked at the screen.
Seunghyun's jaw tightened. He took the phone from my hand and sat up.
"Don't…"
He leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead.
"I'm not going to message him. Just wait here for a moment, okay? I'll tell him you're sleeping."
I nodded, wondering why he looked so tense.
He stood up and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Back and forth, messing it up and then smoothing it back. After a second he undid the buttons of his shirt, all of them undone before he misbuttoned one near the middle. He paused for half a second. Nodding to himself, he then took his belt off. He let the leather strap land on my floor before he turned his attention back to me.
"Unlock your phone."
I pressed my thumb against the fingerprint reader and handed it over to him.
"Thank you baby. Pull the blanket over yourself, okay?"
I did as he asked, going as far as turning to face away from the sliding doors so Jiyong wouldn't see my face.
I heard the plastic rattling sound of the curtain runners, followed by the whooshing noise of the sliding door opening.
"What do you need?"
"What are you doing here?"
The crunching of gravel, followed by the whoosh of the door. I assumed Seunghyun had stepped outside.
It was a little disappointing to not be able to hear the conversation. However, I could appreciate not being drawn into it at all.
After maybe fifteen minutes, there was that whoosh yet again. I felt my body tense up.
"Baby?"
I relaxed, turning over to look up at Seunghyun. He gave me a small smile.
"He went back upstairs."
I nodded, "you didn't have to do that."
He placed my phone on the bedside table before unbuttoning his shirt again.
"I know, but I'd rather I deal with him than make you do it."
He moved as he spoke, draping his shirt over the seat by the vanity before turning back towards me. He nodded at the space next to me on the bed.
"Can I?"
Rather than answer, I simply opened my arms towards him.
His smile was wider this time, as he bent down to crawl up the mattress and over my body.
Supporting himself on his knees and forearms, he brushed his nose along my neck. It was followed by his lips pressing against my jaw.
"Hyun…" I sighed out his name as what had started as me baring more of my neck towards him turned into a stretch.
"Yes?" He asked, pulling away to watch me.
I traced my fingertips over his ribs and onto his back, pouting slightly. "Don't stop."
He moved, working one of his knees between mine and coming in for a kiss.
Just shy of my lips, he spoke again.
"I'm still not going to fuck you tonight."
I whined, digging my nails into his back to further express my annoyance.
He laughed, leaning onto his side slightly so he could run a hand down the side of my body.
"If you need me that badly," he paused to kiss my cheek lightly, "there are other things I can do."
His fingers paused, dipped just slightly under the waistband of my pajama shorts.
"Would you like that baby?"
#date roulette#dr:bb#dr:jy#bigbang fic#bigbang fanfic#bigbang x oc#bigbang#big bang fic#big bang fanfic#big bang x oc#jiyong#kwon jiyong#seunghyun#choi seunghyun#t.o.p#g dragon
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The Day You Met T.O.P
A BIGBANG fanfic by AbsentCaryatid
Your birthday surprise tangentially related to a favorite K-pop group turns out far better than your brother ever could have planned.
1.4K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no romance
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Your brother would get credit for the idea to join him for a week as he summered in Tarquinia, Italy for his doctoral research. The cost however, was borne by your parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had saved together to very generously pay your way in honor of such a milestone birthday. The trip of a lifetime had already been a dream come true with your knowledgeable host and guide. So far, you had enjoyed sightseeing together in the historic small town but for your birthday itself your brother had a far more recently built attraction in mind. It was a short drive through the beautiful tree-lined countryside before he pulled up at Piani degli Alpaca.
“This name is familiar.”
He grinned, “It will come to you. You know how I always have promised you'd see BIGBANG one day? I'll do what I can to get us tickets when they start touring again but for now this is the closest I could get.”
By your face it was easy to tell when you figured what that meant. Breaking into laughter you marveled, “This is that alpaca farm Choi Seunghyun has as his only Instagram follow!” The eccentric eldest member of BIGBANG was your favorite and you enjoyed the variety of content he shared with fans including plenty of visual arts and artists. Popular as he was, the only account T.O.P followed was this very business and you were ecstatic to be there. “So, can I meet the alpaca they named after him?”
“Well,” he hedged looking at the signboard, “we got here on the late side just after noon and they close for midday. We might have to come back later when they reopen at 3 PM.” He parked the rental car, then as you both got out noticed the portable signboard announcing a special booking that afternoon. He cussed under his breath at the unexpected news. Not that you could read Italian, but with enough English speaking tourists the bilingual message was understandable to you as well.
Given the circumstances, it was fortunate your brother knew 14th century Italian as a side effect of being a classical literature major specializing in Dante and Boccaccio. His present-day Italian was coming along but not quite fast enough. The staff member collecting entrance fees did not speak your language but with a lot of patience and good humor on both sides your sibling successfully begged to quickly pop in to get you to see T.O.P the alpaca. After all, you would be leaving the country tomorrow and this was his only chance to get you in. That particular animal had not come up in his literature studies but from the signs around the farm it was easy to guess the word was the same in Italian as English.
The ticket agent had taken pity on you both after a bit of work to understand his far out of date speech. It had been your good idea to show off your ID card which was a deciding factor. The great distance you had journeyed, and that it really was your birthday today, earned an agreement to sneak you in quickly. Drawing the shade over the window to close for the day, she left the booth and escorted you straight to TOP's enclosure. The grounds had already cleared out of other tourists as far as you could see, so the next thing that happened came as a surprise in several ways.
Aiming your phone, your brother was about to take a picture when a deep voice offered assistance so you could be in the photo with the alpaca together. Handing the device over without looking, but plenty of grateful thanks, he headed toward TOP the alpaca. Wondering if you had been bitten, your brother was concerned by the shocked look on your face as he approached the pen. Once at your side, a glance back to the flamboyantly dressed man now holding your phone gave an answer. If he was not Choi Seunghyun himself he was a perfect twin and just as stunning.
Laughing, T.O.P, for that was indeed who it was, reminded the two of you to smile. While he would not pose with you for a picture because that would be something every fan would then ask for on sight, you did discover a selfie taken before the alpaca one and it was a treasured gift. You figured T.O.P had trusted you to keep it to yourself so did not publish the photo online. Having it as yours alone to remember that moment and what came afterward made it more special anyway.
Despite his fame and work to attend to, the idol made some conversation and asked you not to disclose his presence. It turned out the afternoon booking for the farm was held by non-alpaca T.O.P to shoot some final scenes for a music video to be released soon. That was impressive enough, but for three more men to come into view greeting Seunghyun in Korean made your heart nearly stop. The rest of BIGBANG was on location too, despite it being T.O.P's solo comeback. You suspected the namesake alpaca was not to be the only cameo in the video. In what was an international gesture for silence, Seunghyun put a finger to his lips as you and your brother nodded. Eventually it would make the news sites that all the men from the group were in Italy at the same time but it would not be coming from either of you.
Taking out his own phone Seunghyun asked you to return the favor and take a group picture for him. Taeyang's wedding ring flashed in the bright Italian midday sun as he slung an arm around his teammate's shoulder. Daesung closed in on Seunghyun's other side and G-Dragon completed the group with a hand curved at Daesung's waist which the other then comfortably mirrored. Their smiles were brilliant and you realized you would never get over the opportunity you had been given today. The alpaca handlers nearby seemed nonchalant so probably were not yet fans of the global idols before them. It was probably for the best not to have the video interrupted by fannish devotion from the farm staff.
You nearly fainted when each of the members shook your hand in thanks before waving goodbye. It was not like you to swoon but these guys were special to you in a way no other performers matched. Jiyong even complimented you on the vibrant watercolor style tattoo he spotted on your forearm. In so many ways, this was the best day of your life. Your brother was never going to let you live the magnitude of this birthday present down, even if what had made it such a standout had been completely out of his control. Really all he could claim credit for was the journey to Italy for a vacation, which was pretty impressive, and getting you to the alpaca breeders at closing time with almost no chance of getting in to meet the animal named after T.O.P.
Several weeks later your brother called you far too early in the morning excitedly asking if you had seen the new music video yet. He was understanding when your response was only a gasp, then hanging up on him to instantly. Autoplay kicked in as you searched T.O.P's channel for the latest content and you enlarged the window with anticipation. The farm only played a small part in the settings depicted but there were a few humorous scenes of the rest of BIGBANG doing things with TOP the alpaca as if he was their group mate instead. What really got you though came after the end credits scene with bloopers and the men goofing off. Seunghyun's solo comeback closed on a still photo, the very one you had taken, and the handwritten caption “friends forever.”
You were ready to die with happiness on the spot and fell back onto your pillow. Immediately calling your brother back he shared another bit of news. “Did you see the credits?”
“It went by so fast, and I was focused on the guys, of course,” you gushed while getting out of bed.
The smirk in his voice was audible. “Look again when you have the chance. While you were shaking hands Seunghyun asked me for your name.”
Sinking onto the mattress again before your legs gave out, you went back to YouTube and slowed down the scroll of names at the end. There you were, listed as “Photo credit” right before “Special thanks to TOP and all the other residents and staff at Piani degli Alpaca.”
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#BIGBANG#BIGBANG Fanfic#Bigbang Fanfiction#Bigbang fic#T.O.P#Choi Seunghyun#Kpop Fanfic#Kpop Fanfiction#Gender Neutral Reader#celebrity encounter fanfic#cross posted on ao3#no romance#no reader romance#diverseinsertknet
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Yes, hyungnim.
The words have never choked him like this before. They’ve never caught in his throat like this; for as long as he has worked for Kim Seunghyun, the words have ruled him. Yes, hyungnim, because you don’t say no to Kim Seunghyun. Yes, hyungnim, because he will stare at you with those eyes, dark and scorn-filled, and he’ll wait until you agree with him. Yes, hyungnim, because he will kill you if you don’t do as he asks.
Dojin doesn’t blame Seungwan for stabbing him. It’s hard to blame someone caught up in the same things he is for panicking; he too can remember the first few months, when Seunghyun sent him to learn to fight, the fear that was overwhelming, clambering up in his throat like bile and clutching him tightly in its grasp.
And now the scar of the wound is nothing but a line, barely raised on his skin, already forgotten. Seungwan shaking, crying, unsure, is not forgotten. The softness of Seunghyun’s words as Dojin played dead, is not forgotten. The bitter, jealous monster in Dojin’s chest, unfurling its wings and roaring as Seunghyun murmured “You did good,” and took the knife from Seungwan’s hands.
Yes, hyungnim, he had said, so why did he never get it? The approval, the trust; Seungwan had spent close to three years doing everything he could to make Seunghyun angry, doing anything he could to piss the man off, and it had been Seungwan in the end who still received the affection.
Dojin hated him. Deeply, coldly, a loathing he could never walk away from. It surrounded his heart and hardened like a shell of armour, to protect him from all that could happen, all that would happen.
And now…
“Stand still, Dojin-ah,” Seunghyun says. He’s not holding a gun, though Dojin isn’t stupid enough to think he doesn’t have one on him. “I don’t want to make a mess,” Seunghyun adds and Dojin can’t help the curl of his lip in disgust, horror, anything but fear.
“Did Seungwan ask you to do this?” Dojin asks quietly. His voice is level, calm, accepting. Seunghyun doesn’t seem to notice, doesn’t seem to pause; Dojin wishes he would.
“Just be a good boy and stay still,” Seunghyun says. The words are derisive, uttered carelessly. Dojin scoffs, looks away, and shakes his head.
“No, hyungnim. I’m done following your orders,” Dojin whispers. He has the gun Seunghyun gave him, barely two feet away, and Seunghyun does nothing to stop him from moving to it. The gun is halfway raised to his head when Seunghyun realises what he’s doing. And in that split second, Dojin is sure he can see a moment of panic, uncertainty, in Seunghyun’s eyes, a moment of fear on his face.
He pulls the trigger.
#prodigal son#posting this without context bc eh#shua writes#fic stuffs#kang dojin#kim seunghyun#kim seungwan#doseung#2seung references
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A lot of the fics I had saved have been deleted hence the short list (many of my favorites were among the fallen💔) but these are the surviving ones. Please recommend some fics , I’m always on the lookout for new ones.
⚠️WARNING⚠️quite a bit of these (most, if not all actually) are not safe for work content. Some are very sexually graphic. Symbols will be used to distinguish them.
main masterlist
MINORS DNI —> ALL OF THE CONTENT INCLUDED HERE IS +18 ONLY
PS : for series, I am linking my favorite part/chapter (please let me know if it would be better to link the first part or the master list if it’s available)
❤️🔥 - nsfw 🖤- dark ❤️🩹 - angst 💕- sfw 🏆- favorite
BTS
jungkook | We Can’t Be Friends | one shot | @joonberriess - ❤️🩹 ❤️🔥(it stings fr)
jungkook | Acquaintances | one shot | by @2hightocare - ❤️🔥
jungkook | Stay | one shot | by @jungkxook - ❤️🔥
jungkook | Quiet Rides | one shot | by @inkedtae - ❤️🔥
jungkook | Halloween Treat | one shot | by @adonis-koo - ❤️🔥
jungkook | Naughty Pictures | one shot | by @sparklingchim - ❤️🔥
jungkook | Gaming and Cockwarming | one shot | by @smilesjeon - ❤️🔥
taehyung | Heatwave | one shot | by @curly-bangtan - ❤️🔥
taehyung | Bound By Blood | one shot | by @ctrlhope - ❤️🔥
namjoon | Booty Call | one shot | by @jeonnhera - ❤️🩹❤️🔥
yoongi | Disco Overload | one shot | by @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma - ❤️🔥
yoongi | Unexpected | series | by @noona-la-la-la - ❤️🔥 (🏆)
SEVENTEEN
mingyu | Challenge Me | series | by @seokgyuu - ❤️🔥
mingyu | The Perils of Apartment Living | one shot | by @dontflailmenow - ❤️🔥
NCT 127
jaehyun | Trick or Treat | one shot | by @yunopouts - ❤️🔥
jaehyun | WET THE BED | one shot | by @jamjaemin - ❤️🔥
jaehyun | no title | one shot | by @freakynct - ❤️🔥
jaehyun | Team Captain | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️🔥
jaehyun | I’m Not The Only One | one shot | by @theje0ngs - ❤️🩹(🏆, it stings though)
jaehyun | Paubaya | one shot | by @theje0ngs - ❤️🩹
jaehyun | Heartaches | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️🩹❤️🔥
jaehyun | Rose Bud | one shot | by @hazyhae - ❤️🔥❤️🩹
johnny | Not Another Song About Love | series | by @ms-indifferwnt - ❤️🩹
multiple | Quarantine Chronicles | series | by @domjaehyun - ❤️🔥 (🏆, literal icon with 28k words)
GOT 7
multiple | Open Season | two-part | by @smileysuh - ❤️🔥
multiple | Rosemary & Thyme | one shot | by @softforimjaebum - ❤️🔥
EXO
baekhyun | Paraphilia | series | by @byuntrash101 - ❤️🔥
baekhyun | Edging | one shot | by @biaswreckingfics - ❤️🔥
jongin | Daddy | one shot | by @xofanfics - ❤️🔥
BIG BANG
seunghyun | Messes We Made | series | by @noonachronicles - ❤️🩹❤️🔥
#fanfic#bts#bts army#seventeen#seventeen carat#nct 127#exo#exo l#big bang#jungkook#taehyung#yoongi#namjoon#mingyu#jaehyun#baekhyun#kai exo#choi seunghyun#smut#fanfiction recommendation#gdragon#thisonegirl masterlist
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📝 "to take a bullet for you." | han
disclaimers; cursing*, no acts of violence portrayed in this fic are condoned*, written from second person perspective; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.
pairing; han x female reader
synopsis; you love jisung enough to take a bullet for him.
content; yakuza au (han & reader are yakuza leaders), death of a minor character, gun violence*, minor fluff at the end | word count; 1.3 k
jisung cannot fathom ever losing you.
life was about endurance, suffering through the hell of the cold, cruel world’s iniquities; yet finding respite in the things you loved, with the people you loved. he had never contemplated what it would mean to lose you.
you stalked cautiously behind him into his study, taking a seat on the chaise lounge alongside him while maintaining a slight distance. he hung his head in his hands, a fretful sigh emitting from him before he raked his fingers through his slicked back charcoal locks, sending strands in disarray across his forehead.
one of jisung’s attendants, yoon, stood next to you quietly, working skilfully to disinfect and bandage the flesh wound that adorned your right shoulder. feeling the sharp sting as the aide applied some alcohol to clean the injury, you could only hiss, biting your lip in discomfort.
jisung’s hand came to grasp yours, his thumb gently caressed the back of your palm. although an unfamiliar act, his touch encompassed a warmth of reassurance.
a few short moments later, yoon had patched up your abrasion.
“thank you for your work, you may leave.”
having dismissed the attendant, the two of you were ensconced in a stifling silence. there was an air of anticipation, the pair of you suppressing a slew of opinions, afraid to displease the other.
your story with jisung began in your childhood, having grown up alongside him. the pair of you were born to neighbouring syndicate leaders. as children, you attended the same schools, being raised in a similar manner to jisung, with the purpose of succeeding your father as his sole heir. you were trained in the art of combat and self-defence, then educated in handling business and negotiations; groomed to someday become the head of the clan.
but that plot was cut short just before your eighteenth birthday, your father welcomed your estranged half-brother, seunghyun, a product of his countless affairs, into the main house. with the emergence of seunghyun, your father tenaciously proposed the idea of marrying you off to jisung under the guise of strengthening the truce between the two groups. however, it was far from the truth. it was a demeaning ploy to have you domesticated, an odious endeavour at removing you from the line of succession so you would not hinder your half-sibling’s opportunity to assume power.
nevertheless, jisung nurtured the fire in your soul. he saw your potential, while your father hatefully admonished that "women held no position in the yakuza other than as entertainment," jisung had profound faith that you would disprove that belief, and it would only be one of the many glass ceilings that you broke through.
from the moment your marriage was official, you were regarded as an equal to him and by his men. he established that you were sharing the position as clan leader, that your opinion was to be regarded as the highest with his, and your safety was to be even more so a priority than his.
it was from his actions alone, sparing you the cheap saccharine illusions, that showed you he viewed you as his significant other: his partner in life and in crime.
“what were you thinking?” he uttered, eyes trained on something across the room, but his hand remained firmly in yours.
jisung understood you were not defenceless, rather you were more agile and quick witted than he could be at times, but the reality of your livelihood meant he had to be on constant alert. despite knowing your strength and resilience, jisung was protective of you, and he would travel across the ends of the earth to ensure you were respected and treated with utmost care. these deep feelings he harboured for you were never made apparent, he felt remorseful enough in having had your hand in marriage forcefully given to him.
the evening’s events were a bitter caveat that enlightened jisung to the perils you would encounter after acquiring the status of leader and becoming his wife. he viewed you as a source of strength, but in the world of crime, this translated to you being his ultimate weakness; a target for his opponents to steady their aim toward.
jisung had taken you along with him for a routine check up at the port on the east side of town, introducing you to his most trusted racket leader, park, who had been in the business with the han clan for over thirty years.
a spy sent on behalf of seunghyun disguised himself as a day-hire and lurked around the warehouse in the shadows as you and jisung conversed with park. you only noticed the lackey’s presence mere seconds before he took aim and shot at jisung’s back.
the glint of the metal cylinder under the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window caught your attention and you precipitately shieled jisung, both of you tumbling to the floor in your attempt to duck for cover. in doing so, you saved your husband from any detriment, but the bullet had caught the top of your right shoulder.
jisung’s fellows were quick to apprehend the assailant, kneeling him in front of the clan leader. your husband draped his coat over you, before ordering his attendant to escort you back to the car.
"i won't take long." he whispered, observing the weariness in your eyes.
once you were out of sight, he commenced his business with the shooter. there was an instantaneous switch from his placid demeanour when you were nearby, to the current bloodthirsty contempt he exuded; it sent chills down the perpetrator's spine.
“adults have to be responsible for their actions.”
your husband retrieved his handgun before outstretching his arm, and cocking the weapon in preparation with the heel of his palm.
“i don’t think it’s right to waste this round. do you?” he took the cold metal barrel to the man’s cheek, tapping it lightly.
“i’m not the fish you want. it was only a warning shot, seunghyun just wants t-to talk.” the attacker whimpered, filled with trepidation.
jisung refrained from laughing as he aimed the firearm directly between the man’s eyes.
“forget it. i’m not interested in talking anymore.”
he did not take pride in killing people, often affording lower grade men leniency, but seunghyun’s audaciousness in sending an inexperienced buffoon with a gun to confront him was beyond insulting.
"you disrespect me? i would have given you a warning."
jisung could only see red.
"but you disrespect my wife? that's when you earnt your fucking death sentence,” he remarked before promptly pulling the trigger.
the lump in your throat was growing, nearly suffocating, and you swallowed thickly. your husband’s usual garrulous disposition had disappeared, replaced by an anomalous withdrawal.
“he was about to shoot you. i couldn’t let that happen.” you respond lowly.
you kept your gaze fixed on your intertwined hands, fearful that the walls you had painstakingly broken between the two of you were being reconstructed, and this time reinforced.
through gritted teeth, and lips pursed taut with frustration, jisung finally peered over at you.
“and I’m supposed to be okay watching you get hurt? you’re my wife. you promised me forever.”
your heart clenched in contrite, his hardened facade collasping as you hear the desperate edge in his voice. you look up to match his gaze and discover the worry that glazes his features. having been a long-time companion to jisung, you were very rarely a witness to his fears.
you loosen his grip from yours and bring both your hands up to cup his soft cheeks. at your sudden tenderness, his tense jaw slackens, and his eyebrows unfurrow. you draw yourself closer to Jisung, less than an inch between you two remained.
“you should know that I love you."
you place a delicate kiss to his lips, the first with true feeling; no obligation nor hesitance veiling the action, just pure love and adoration for the man in front of you.
jisung drew back, a euphoric breath escaping him.
"enough to take a bullet for you.”
your husband was well aware that humour was your coping mechanism but began sulking, drawing his bottom lip into a pout. his hands moved to encircle your waist, steadily pulling you into his lap as he reclined back against the chaise lounge.
“shut up, you just did... now kiss me again.”
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ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ note; i wanted to challenge myself to do something different but i don't know if this came together as well as i intended. i feel like i blurred the lines between mafia and yakuza(?) i realise reader takes the side of "i'd die for you," while han plays the role of "i'd kill for you." lil bit of opposites attract? anyway, please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback!
© stayfortwominutes ; october 02, 2023.
#kpop imagine#kpop scenario#skz x reader#skz comfort fic#stray kids fics#stray kids x reader#skz angst#skz fluff#han x reader#han#stray kids#han ji sung mafia au#han mafia au#han x mafia#jisung x reader#stayfortwominutes#han x y/n#han x you#jisung x y/n#jisung x you#han jisung mafia#skz x you#skz x y/n
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kpop masterlist
🍓 = fluff themes
❄️ = angst themes
🚧 = smut themes
🤸♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is
🚀 = crack fic themes
🎩 = dark and/or violent themes
🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc
🍳 = slow burn
🦕 = personal favorite
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A.C.E.
Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]
Ateez
Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader
BigBang
It���s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader
Smoke | 🍓🤸♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader
BTS
Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x
Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader
BTOB
Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]
Day6
A University Dilemma | 🤸♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)
What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]
So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)
EXO
Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]
Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)
Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)
Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader
Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]
Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)
GOT7
One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader
Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]
Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)
Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader
Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader
JYJ
Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader
Monsta X
Introspect | 🍓🤸♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]
Letting Off Steam | 🤸♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)
NCT
Seventeen
December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]
The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader
Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader
10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)
Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)
On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader
SF9
A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom
What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)
16th Floor | 🍓🤸♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)
SHINee
Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader
It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader
Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader
Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader
Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader
Stray Kids
Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader
1 2 3 4
Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader
Super Junior
The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]
Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader
The Boyz
Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader
TVXQ!
Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)
The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)
TXT
Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)
WINNER
I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3
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12 days of Christmas! The Kim Seyoon edition 🎄
WENJUN On the first day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
A massive box of maple sugar tea
(Because he's from Canada!)
SEUNGHYUN On the second day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Mismatching gloves
(Knitted and fuzzy, one is green & the other is purple)
MAX On the third day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Giant gingerbread man
(Be grateful, this is one of the more normal items on this list)
YOOJOON On the fourth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
A random staring nerd
(Since setting you up with a girl didn't work, he's now trying to matchmake you with a good-looking dude he found online)
ROWON On the fifth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
FIVE FRENCH ONION RINGS!
(What do you mean they look weird? They are just slightly misshaped, I am sure they taste delicious. Come on, hyung, just one bite, ahhh~)
MILAN On the sixth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Rosary beads for praying
(Along with a note that says hey lil sister nun, since you are still close with God, can you ask him to forgive all my sins LOL thanks)
YUXI On the seventh day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
A fic you should only be skimming
(It's Ichika x Yuxi & something about vampires)
YIRAN On the eighth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Flowers that started wilting
(He left the bouquet on his desk a little too long oops)
HYUNTAE On the ninth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Music box of deer prancing
(The song is Deck the Halls!)
HAEMIN On the tenth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
A dark figure a-creeping
(Surprise! He sent you himself~ What do you mean he shouldn't have scared you like that? How could your cute dongsaeng be scary?)
SORI On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
Some mulled wine for sipping
(Drink up, drink up~ Then maybe we'll get a kiss again!)
YUJIN On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Seyoon sent to you
A video of him whistling
(Your debut song! He's actually not bad at it - are you impressed?)
#I hope everyone is having a lovely holiday season#wishing y’all joy and peace#this is the full list of submits ppl received in case anyone is curious#or wanna do a sing along
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It's like so complicated atp Bcz yes I wanna kiss kiss fall in love! But then I hate men like I'm confused if I want to be in a relationship or not? 😭 AND THE REAL QUES IS HOW WILL I GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP? Bcz a) my standards are so high I'm not sure if I can even find the man of my dreams and b) even if I did I'd probably never NEVER approach them and lose them for the sake of true love or prolly cuz I'd be scared of rejection
Hah...my love life is not gwenchana rn 😭 NO RIGHT TELL ME IM LIKE A CUP OF COFFEE AND ITD MAKE ME FEEL EVEN BETTER IF MY FUTURE MAN IS A CAFFEINE ADDICT 😭 (you're the first thing I need in the morning BRO-) MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM THE YN TO YOUR PARK SEONGHWA ESP WRITTEN BY BAEKSY OH GOD 😩😩 YES NEVER GIVE UP NEVER WHAT FOR THEM FAKE ASS SCENARIOS
Nooo I promise it gets better or at least I think that bcz i get you it's about the chemistry which wasn't...reaching me. The art style is so pretty though and seunghyun is greener than grass so he's approved obviously AND DOESN'T HE KIND OF REMIND YOU OF YUNHO??? I bawled at the last few chapter though...Bcz they reminded me of Mr and Mrs park's ending 😭 AND MAN AM I WHIPPED FOR SEUNGHYUN!
Someone:- what's love to you?
Me:-
😭😭😭😭 OMG YES MR LAPILLION (I'm pretty sure that's the wrong spelling-) no you're so right the art style does play a major role in my selection of manhwas..I just like pretty things. And the art style of my in laws are obsessed with me did not disappoint. This man is so...like UGH I cant explain it he be making me feel things I don't even know i could feel- but the female's past life was...shit! Im still at the beginning so I'm hoping she gets her happy ever after!!
SO SAD IMMA HV TO SETTLE FOR SOMEONE WHO IS NOT HIM!!! LOOK AT THE WAY HES LOOKING- (he's a drawing, he's a drawing, he's a drawing-) I'm def gonna read secretary's escape now!! OH IVE HEARD OF THT MANHWA!! I see I've found how I'm gonna relax now...I hv my plushies and my pillows with my iPad ready to read!! I also heard Bout a good day to be a dog somewhere and he title IK ITS GONNA BE GOOD
Also ive never read a bl webtoon or a yaoi Bcz ik they can be veryyyy visual which I don't judge! But ik it's not style so yesterday I saw this one yaoi and it's ITS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 so hear me out, there's a guy who's ex gf drops a baby by his door when he comes back frm his military service and he become a single father, he doesn't abandon the baby Bcz he too was an orphan, so he goes to settle on the countryside AND MEETS THE HEAD OF THE VILLAGE WHO IS AN SCRUMPTIOUS, DELICIOUS MAN IN HIS 30s 😩😩😩 there dynamic is actually so funny and it's so cute like my heart beat like I was in love reading that. It's called 'our sunny days' it's worth giving a try so I'm leaving the name of anyone's interested. I MEAN LOOK-
Omg you're so right, watching people study or them being productive makes me wanna get my life together! Ok ok ok hol up imma give you a rough bg of the night crying crow, so the ml is an idol and and the fl is a detective and her job is to protect the ml, although it gets a little confusing as it progresses somehow it has a grip on me or maybe I hv weird tastes Bcz i saw ppl saying tht they didn't get it or how confusing it was 😭😭 BUT THE THING IS WHERE I READ IT I COULD NOT FIND THE COMPLETED VER. which is sad.
Ooohhh thnks bestie you've finally indulged me into my lovesick phase imma read a ton of manhwas. And there's just something about golden retriever energy though-
no because i get it 😭😭 the kiss kiss fall in love only be happening towards the fictional men 😭😭 STOP THAT IS SO ACCURATE FJWBDKHWKD there is also a lack of pretty men around <//3 how will we ever find one 😭
LMFAOOOO NOT GWENCHANA 😭😭😭 NO LITERALLY LIKE MAKE ME UR MUSE???? EYES ONLY ON ME ???? TELL ME HOW IM THE BANE OF UR EXISTENCE???? PLS FHWKDHW OH TO LIVE IN ONE OF MY FICS PLS IF DO ANYTHING 😭😭
i stopped reading it bc i get that he’s a green flag but where’s the …plot, need a little fiery banter with a little bit of hating each other and he gotta look rude??? STOP DO JOT DO THIS FIRST U SAY YUNHO WND THEN SEONGHWA HRQKHDWK
LAPILLION WHATEVER HIS NAME IS IM READY. IM WAITING PLS ARRIVE FHKWHDK THAT MAN IS SO FINE OH MY GOD THE ART STYLE AND THE WAY BE FUCKING BLUSHES LORDDDDDD TAKE ME HFMWHDWK IM EXCITED FOR A DAY TO BE A DOG suits eunwoo 😭😭
omg i haven’t read bl’s but im interested 👁👁 CRYING THAT LITTLE KID ON HIS TIDDIESNRJQMDKK DE WL
those reels with “doctor son/daughter” “un ambassador” “lawyer mother” and im picking up my pens and pencils
wait no bc now im confused on it??? 😭😭
UR WELCOME!! ill def add more once i read them but pls. i beg. read secretary’s escape. i, the way BRKWHDKWHDKW i run across my house when that man shows up on the screen
this is how i go
u know what, golden retrievers >>>> I SAID WHAT I SAID GOLDEN RETRIEVERS WITH A BLACK CAT FL. UGHHH
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this is a random/genuine question, but what inspired you to write “The Nanny”? Because it reminds me of the tv show The Nanny😁 (ps sorry if this question was asked already im living under a rock :,) )
I love random/genuine questions! :) And, believe it or not, I don't think that anyone's ever really asked me straight up why I wrote "The Nanny".
This might be a boring answer, but I wrote it because it was the story I wanted to read... but I couldn't find anywhere. I wanted a long, slow-burn romance & a healthy relationship with some fun thrown in there too.
I had been reading BB/TOP centric fics for a few months and almost all of them were stand alones or just porn without plot. Which, there's nothing WRONG with that, it just wasn't what I was craving.
So, I wrote it. lol
And I didn't even think about the TV show until it was too late. lol I suck at naming my writing. (Although I've gotten a tiny bit better.) I just had to think of a situation that would put Seunghyun and her into constant interaction & a nanny was the first thing that sprang to mind.
Thanks for sending me this ask! I hardly ever get any these days, so it was a nice surprise for me when I got the notification. <3
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Sugar Coated~
Characters: Seunghyun, y/n
Genre: Fluff
word count: 11,098 characters
I haven’t written in a while but here I am lmao dflkihjgfdlhg. I have had an urge to write again but I couldn’t think of a concept. Then I got in the shower and was like... *shrug* Fake it until you make it!
Summary: Your friends managed to drag you out of your introvert cave and to the amusement park, a place you admittedly were terrified of, those rides are dangerous, you know! Incredibly unsafe! Though when you got there, you ran into your old childhood friend, Seunghyun. Quite literally. It had been years since you’d seem him, and he has definitely changed.
“Y/n, I don’t understand why you came along with us if you aren’t going to get on any of the rides!”
One of your best friends, Ellie, furrowed her brows at you in judgement. Being nagged by Ellie was normal, honestly. You’d think she was your mother. The only reason you agreed to come along was because she was always begging you to take part in the friend group activities, and your introversion always kept you at home. Eventually the guilt built up and you told yourself that the next time your friends ask, no matter what it is, you would go.
If you had known that the next time they would ask would involve an amusement park, you would have never made that promise in the first place.
“Ellie, please... I have gotten on a couple! You make it sound like I’ve done nothing!”
“You basically haven’t!” Your best friend huffed. “I know you are afraid of rides but you have to get over that fear at some point, don’t you? We won’t let anything happen to you.”
With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, you looked over to your best friend, unable to hold back the slight glare.
Ellie had long jet black hair that she usually wore in a thick braid, easily bringing out her bright blue eyes and freckles, which she hated. Though nobody understood why. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen, but she was so modest about it. Right now, however, those blue eyes were squinted at you, as if daring you to argue with her on the subject.
“I don’t see why--”
Before you could finish that sentence, your entire body slammed into the back of a tall figure, earning a quiet snort of a laugh from your friends.
“You should watch where you’re going, y/n” Ellie teased, earning a sharp glare in her direction before you quickly faced the poor soul who you’d bashed your entire body into.
“I am so, so sorry! Are you okay??”
As your eyes traveled up, you saw a tall man wearing what appears to be a trilby, which somehow he pulls off shockingly well. The hat hid his hair for the most part but from what you could see, it was a dark brown. He had an intimidating presence, and you immediately regretted bumping into him.
That thought was quickly pushed aside as soon as a look of concern flashed over his face and he reached out to you as if to steady you, but second thought it and pulled his arm back. This happened multiple times.
What an awkward guy. You held back a chuckle at the mess of a man in front of you.
“No, I am sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I should have been paying attention. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
You raised a brow at the man in disbelief. “I’m... I’m the one who ran into you, what are you saying?” A chuckle slipped out before you could stop it, earning a laugh from your friends in response, whom you had already forgotten were there.
“I am sorry again, I should have been watching where I was walking.”
You paused for a moment, narrowing your eyes a slight bit at the man. He looked... vaguely familiar.
Just as you began to examine him, he appeared to be doing the same in return.
He must have had a better memory, because his eyes immediately widened.
“Y/n??”
You froze. You recognized your name being said in that tone. It took you a few moments, but it finally clicked.
“... Seunghyun?! Choi Seunghyun??”
The biggest dumbest smile spread across your childhood best friend’s lips, his deep dimples as prominent as ever. If you could say anything about Seunghyun in that moment, it would be that time had definitely treated him like fine wine.
Seunghyun’s long arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in a tight hug so fast that you barely had time to react. He had always been like this, but it had been so long since you had seen him last that it definitely caught you off guard.
... Why is my heart racing? You tossed the thought aside as quickly as it came and hugged him just as tightly in return.
“Y/n, it has been so long since you moved away. Why didn’t you keep in touch?!”
Ellie butted in once more, reminding you that you had forgotten they were there for a second time.
“Y/n, aren’t you going to introduce us to your tall friend?” She smiled up at Seunghyun, who gave an awkward half-smile in response.
“Oh, of course! Ellie, guys, this is Seunghyun! We used to be neighbors when we were kids. I moved away freshman year of highschool and we lost touch.”
He gave a couple of nervous polite bows, earning laughs from your friends.
“Well, Choi Seunghyun, are you here alone? Do you want to hang out with us?” Ellie placed her hand on her hip. “We can’t seem to get y/n to get on any rides. perhaps you would have better luck.”
You let out a loud groan and rolled your eyes once more. “Ellie, please, those are so dangerous!”
“I bet you I can ride more rides than you can.”
You narrowed your eyes at Seunghyun. He used to do this a lot when you didn’t want to do something. He would make it into a challenge, which you found very hard to refuse. You couldn’t let him win, after all.
“That isn’t going to work on me this time, hyun.”
“How about you win, I will win any stuffed animal in the whole park for you?”
you immediately scoffed at him. “You think you have that much skill? These games are rigged you know.”
“Try me.”
“...” You sighed, aware that you couldn’t say no to your childhood friend.
“Alright, fine.”
Seunghyun threw his hands up to celebrate his small victory, which only fueled your determination more.
“Alright, you’re on. I WILL win this!”
“We’ll see, shrimp.”
The next two or so hours were full of you forcing yourself to get on rides with your friends and Seunghyun, who always made sure he was sitting next to you, friendly competition, and the reassuring gentle hand squeezes he gave you when he noticed your fear getting the better of you. Though there was a competition going on, he made sure to gently rest his hand on top of yours, on your shoulder and your knee throughout the entire time. He had never acted like this when you knew him back then. It was slightly confusing.
Though you weren’t quite aware of what was going on, Ellie was. She noticed every little touch Seunghyun made, every little glance in your direction when you were looking the other way, the soft smile on his lips every time you squeezed his hand in fear as the rides dropped. She knew you were oblivious, but she didn’t know you could be this oblivious.
“Hey, y/n, Seunghyun, the rest of us are going to go to the restroom real quick. We will come find you later!”
Before you could respond, your friends ran off and left you alone with him.
“... That was awfully fishy.” You muttered as you turned to face him.
He was unexpectedly close to you, looking down into your eyes, a curious glint in his.
His words came out rushed and messy as he took your hand in his.
“Y/n, I need to say this now or I will lose the courage. So please just listen until the end okay? Don’t say anything yet”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, only nodding in response as you waited for him to continue.
The hand that wasn’t busy holding tightly onto yours reached up and gently brushed your bangs away from your eyes. He was staring deeply into them now, and for some reason your body felt quite hot, despite the cool weather. You broke eye contact to examine your old best friend.
His big dark eyes are actually quite beautiful, you thought absently. Was his jawline always this sharp?... No. He was on the heavier side back then. You had no idea he had such sharp features. His dimples that you used to find cute, now seemed deeply attractive to you.
“Y/n?”
You snapped out of your trance, looking up at a worried Seunghyun.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, what did you say?”
He gave you an exasperated look, but it seemed a little relieved as well.
“I said, I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve always liked you, but I never did anything about it back then. I don’t want to let you slip away again without letting you know...”
You froze.
Here he was, after years of no contact, years of not being in each others lives, and he was confessing to you as if his feelings had never faded in the slightest.
He was staring at you with worry, waiting for a response, but you were still in your own little world. Seunghyun had always been protective of you, gentle and playful at the same time. He always rushed to your aid at the smallest things, like scraping your knee or tripping on the steps. You had always thought that was just something he did for everyone, but now that you were looking at him, it suddenly made so much sense. How could you be so clueless?
“Y/N!”
You laughed, snapping out of your thoughts once again at the oh-so-impatient man in front of you.
“I heard you this time, I promise!”
He let out another sigh of relief, thankful that you weren’t disgusted by his confession.
“Well... What do you think?” He asked awkwardly, not sure how to farther the conversation.
“I think...” you paused, a small smile forming.
Seunghyun stared at you , clearly nervous.
“... I think, you owe me the biggest stuffed animal in the park.”
“...What?”
“I won. You didn’t go on the twister, remember? You had to go to the restroom. I won. You owe me!”
His brows furrowed in preparation to argue that it doesn’t count, but you quickly cut him off, leaning up and pressing your lips softly to his.
His eyes widened for just a moment, it was the last thing he expected you to do, after all. Soon he shut them, though, and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His free hand gently tilted your chin up as he deepened the kiss, all of the passion he had been holding in for all of these years, made quite clear.
After a moment, the two of you pulled away. Seunghyun was the first to speak.
“Though you cheated and got on a ride while I was gone, I yield. I will win you any stuffed animal you want. We call it even, as long as you don’t leave me again.”
A gentle laugh left your lips before you pinched his cheeks between your fingers.
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
“Hey, lovebirds! Mind keeping the PDA to a minimum?”
You looked over to see Ellie and the others heading back to you, holding chili cheese fries for the both of you.
“I didn’t know what you’d like, Seunghyun, so I got you what y/n likes, I hope that’s okay!”
An embarrassed smile spread across his lips as the two of you separated from each other’s arms. “Sure, I love those, but you didn’t have to do that!”
“Well, seeing as we will be seeing a lot more of you from now on, we figured we’d welcome you into our friend circle with a greasy gift of friendship.”
You let out a sigh, but couldn’t hide the smile that followed, and took the fries from your friend for the both of you.
“Thank you for always being so meddlesome, Ellie. It is oh so appreciated.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you knew she wouldn’t acknowledge it.
“Alright, let’s go watch big guy over here show off his famed amusement park game skills!”
Seunghyun jokingly puffed up his chest, dawning a serious expression. “I have been unbeatable so far, I am the king of these parts!”
All of you laughed at his ridiculous silly act, he was unphased though and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before all of you started towards the balloon darts.
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Date Roulette: Jiyong
Monday
Intro Week Start
Seungri Week Start
Daesung Week Start
Taeyang Week Start
Seunghyun Week Start
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Most likely due to spending most of the previous day napping, I found myself waking up before dawn. I felt better. Somewhat. I wasn't about to hit the gym or run a marathon, but my headache had downgraded from migraine to vague annoyance, and my stomach was feeling just normal enough for me to feel like I was starving.
I shambled into the kitchen and started opening cabinets blindly.
"Go sit, I'll make breakfast."
I turned towards the sleep-roughened voice to see Jiyong making his way to the kitchen from the living room.
It was a version of him that I hadn't seen in weeks. Hair sticking up at odd angles, pajama pants wrinkled from sleep, and a smattering of tattoos on display under an unbuttoned matching top.
I had wondered before what the assorted letters stood for. Initials from exes? Family members? Artists? I was sure there were interviews somewhere that would answer the question, but I didn't particularly care enough to look them up. Or to ask about them.
"Did you sleep in the living room?"
He hummed his answer, nodding as he sleepily joined me in the kitchen.
Both of us having bare feet reminded me exactly how much taller I was than him.
He took advantage of it. Having reached my side, he looped his arms around my waist, shuffling to stand behind me. He laid his head against my neck, just barely tall enough to hook his chin on top of my shoulder.
"I wanted to be nearby if you needed anything."
I nodded, stretching my hand upwards to pull down "my" mug. The movement elongated my torso just enough that his chin slipped from its position.
"Let me help," he mumble-whined. His voice was muffled, and I felt his lips moving against the cloth of my own sleep shirt. "Go sit. I'll do this."
"I'm not crippled," I protested.
He seemed content, for the moment, to simply cling onto my back as I turned the kettle on and waited.
"Ji."
He hummed again, causing a vibration to run from my back to my chest.
"You're being clingy."
His hum this time was closer to another whine. Clearly, he didn't want to move. His hands dropped anyway, and he took a few steps backward to lean against the countertop opposite from where my tea was steeping.
"You should use the medicine one," he said, eyeing my mug.
I shrugged, "I'm okay now." Turning to mirror his own position, I lifted my mug and let the steam soothe over my face. "Besides, it tastes really fucking bad."
Jiyong watched me sip my tea. If not for the last month spent with the boys - and the assorted cameras - I would have been tempted to look away. But I was getting used to constant observation now.
I wasn't particularly aware of my expression at that moment, focusing more on not burning my tongue than governing my features. Whatever it was must have seemed bad to Jiyong though.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled looking down.
I felt my brows dip as I considered this.
"What for?"
"I shouldn't touch you that much yet," he kept his eyes cast down as he spoke. "I should have asked first."
He wasn't wrong. But I had just enough of that disoriented feeling from yesterday lingering that I couldn't find it in myself to care.
I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say. Should I forgive him? Tell him to do better in the future? I was so tired of the strange circles we kept drawing around each other. Why did we do that? We both kept to the edges of each other's personalities, as if the other would explode at any sudden movement.
I decided to light a fuse.
"Do you love me?"
I had expected him to jolt. To choke on air. To get nervous in some way because obviously he couldn't just admit it yet.
Jiyong jettisoned himself from the counter and stepped closer. The smile on his face was calm, almost serene. For some reason it unnerved me.
He lifted a hand to cup my cheek.
"I thought you had forgotten," he spoke in a voice that reminded me that the sun still hadn't risen. Not just quiet, but soft. Conspiratorial.
"Forgotten what?"
"All the blessings you could have," he leaned closer, head tilting to run his nose against my neck. "You just need to let me make everything perfect."
"Ji," I shivered, not knowing how to feel about the sensation of his skin on mine being so familiar.
"I love you more than any other."
His thumb slid upwards, running softly over my bottom lip. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell where this was going.
I wedged my hand between us, pushing him away and out of my space.
"It's just a question Ji," I turned away from him, pretending to go through the cupboards again, "not a confession."
I heard a small huff behind me, but when he spoke up again he didn't sound angry or upset.
"Go sit," he was using that soft voice again, "I'll make breakfast."
=====
Seunghyun joined us just as Jiyong was placing a plate in front of me. It was a rolled omelet style thing, cut into bite sized circles somewhat reminiscent of gimbap.
"Oh, excuse me," Seunghyun's fingers dipped towards the plate, only to be met with a flat whack of the spatula that Jiyong still held.
"I didn't make that for you," Jiyong chided him. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll make you some too."
Seunghyun rolled his eyes, but retracted his hand. Taking a seat next to me, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through what looked like emails. Every once in a while he'd swipe his way to another app to read some headline or other.
It was all very typical, down to the way his free hand seemed to oh so naturally find itself tucked over the curve of my leg. It rested just above where my knee bent outwards, forced into an odd angle by the fact that I was using my foot as a cushion. Every once in a while, his thumb would twitch and then smooth over the exposed skin.
Naturally. Normally. Without ado.
Jiyong cleared his throat.
Seunghyun and I both raised our heads - him from his screen, me from my plate.
Jiyong's eyes were trained on the angle of Seunghyun's arm, his hand itself hidden from Jiyong's sight by the edge of the breakfast bar.
"Ah," Seunghyun laughed, "that's right." He turned to face me, lifting his hand from my leg. It left a cold spot in its place - the absence of his body heat feeling stranger than its presence had.
"You're no longer mine."
He said it with that conniving smile that I was now so used to. I couldn't quite tell if he was teasing me or Jiyong.
"I never was," I responded with my own dry smile.
Jiyong barely muffled a laugh as he placed a plate in front of Seunghyun.
"You wound me, baby," Seunghyun whined, giving a dramatic show of pressing his hand to his chest.
I shook my head, returning my attention to my breakfast.
In my periphery, I saw Seunghyun lift the plate that Jiyong had set out for him. I felt, more than I saw, him stand up next to me.
Mouth full of egg, I couldn't speak when I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. I let him tilt me towards him as he pressed his lips against my temple.
"I'll see you later," he took an extra moment to fix my hair, "my baby."
I didn't need to look up to know that Jiyong was frowning. I looked up anyway.
Jiyong glared daggers at Seunghyun as he left the room.
"Ji-yah," I called his attention back to me.
His sour expression remained when he looked back towards me. I decided that, for now at least, I didn't want to argue.
"What are we going to do today?"
His expression changed to one of surprise, before settling into a vague smile.
"Do you like boats?"
=====
Back in America, I had friends. Obviously. But I had a specific subset of friends who did a specific job that had specific… rules.
Sex workers. OF girlies. Discord Kittens. Sugar babies. Escorts. Whatever you wanted to call them, I had known a few.
Thus, I knew that one of the major rules was this: Do Not Get On The Boat.
However…
Chul looked a little green around the gills. I put a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly. I hoped it would be a comforting gesture, rather than making his seasickness worse.
He offered me a queasy smile, but didn't seem to trust his mouth to open without incident.
With all the staff around, I felt safe enough. Even if my biggest cheerleader so far was being betrayed by his own inner ear, I knew that Jiyong wasn't stupid. Not completely, anyway.
"What do you think?" Jiyong handed me a glass filled with ice, bubbles, and mint leaves.
Accepting the drink, I tried a sip while trying to think of what to say.
"Oh…" I grimaced at the bitterness, no doubt from the club soda.
"The boat is nice," I wiggled my glass slightly, "the mojito could use some more… something."
"I'll fix it."
He took the glass back and circled back around to the on deck bar. He poked around a bit, lifting bottles and smelling stoppers.
"So," I leaned on the bar like a patron in an actual establishment, "are we going somewhere specific? Or are we just having a day on a boat?"
"Well," Jiyong poured a bit of something into my drink and stirred it, "that's up to you."
He handed the glass over with a smile.
"Really?" I took it but held off on trying it again for now, "how so?"
"I had this big thing planned," Jiyong ducked under the bar, once again digging through bottles. "I was going to take you down to Jeju, rent a house for a few days."
He stood back up and started mixing a drink much darker than my own.
"But then we had our disagreement," he frowned, pausing his explanation to shake his drink vigorously. After a few seconds, he whacked the shaker against his palm to loosen it.
"It made me realize that I was perhaps being a bit much."
I hummed in agreement. He had been a bit much. More than a bit. He had dove in head first, without even checking what depth the water was.
"How does that lead us to today?"
He strained his drink into a rocks glass, and lifted it with a small smile.
"Well," he paused to taste the beverage he had just put so much effort into. Nodding with satisfaction, he joined me on the outside of the bar table.
He settled his glass on the table, and leaned into my space just a bit more than usual.
"I figured that the sea might still be relaxing for you. Clear air, no distractions," he gestured vaguely towards the water, "it's peaceful."
I scoffed slightly. He wasn't wrong, but he still had that self-congratulatory air about him.
Still… I had forgotten how fun our flirtations had been.
"You're losing the thread Ji."
I lifted my glass and tried it again. It was slightly better, though still noticeably bitter. The bitterness was somewhat hidden under the chlorophyll hints of mint now. I decided I could live with it.
"Right. Okay," Jiyong moved minutely closer, "here are the three options I've thought of - though feel free to add your own ideas."
I raised a brow, nodding for him to continue.
"We return to the house tonight."
"A safe option."
"Of course," he nodded, "and I'd understand completely if that's what you want to do."
"What else?" I pushed.
"We could stay on the boat tonight."
I tilted my head, not missing the way his eyes fell to my neck briefly.
"Could we really?"
That cock-sure smile fell back into place on his features.
"Of course we could. I can show you around the different quarters in a bit if you like."
"I'll take it into consideration," I nodded, "what's the third option?"
"We could spend the night in Jangbongdo."
I had a vague awareness of the island. At the very least, I recognized the name as being one of the islands near Incheon. Beyond that, I didn't know much else.
"Let's stay on the boat."
Jiyong smiled brightly. For a moment I thought he was going to lean in even closer, but instead he took a step back. Spinning on his heel, he did a full 360 until he was facing me again. He held a hand out towards me, waiting for me to take it.
"What?"
He waggled his hand, playfully egging me on.
"What?" I asked again. Lifting my glass to bring it with me, I stepped towards him. He took a half step back.
"Jiyah…"
"I said I'd show you the quarters," his smile widened, his cheeks nearly swallowing his eyes now, "didn't I?"
=====
Part of the tour included the on-deck hot tub, which naturally led to the both of us lounging in the water with the jets on and the heat set just high enough that the water wasn't chilled.
"You've been on boats before."
I let my head tilt to look at Jiyong, "hmm?"
"You do that thing," he seemed to be focusing on trying to create a miniature fountain using his hands as a tube, "one hand for yourself, one hand for the boat."
"Mm," I settled my head back again, closing my eyes against the rays of the sub. "One of my closest friends in high school was a fishing boy."
"Are you still friends?"
It sounded like a genuine question, for once. A question about a man that wasn't laced with jealousy.
I still prickled for a moment. Taking an extra second to relax, I reminded myself that - in this case - Jiyong truly didn't know the sore spot he was poking at.
"Well…"
"Ah," I felt his hand land on my knee under the water, "forget I asked."
I opened my eyes and sat up, tilting my head to give him a quizzical look.
"What do you mean?"
"You had that voice…" Jiyong shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he trailed off.
I squinted, shaking my head slightly to emphasize the questioning angle.
He took a deep breath, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth.
"The voice that you use when you talk about something awful."
I hummed again. What was there to say to that? He was probably right.
I felt his hand again, this time on my arm.
"Unless talking about it helps," his eyes flicked between mine, "I just don't want to force you to talk about something that might be painful."
"It's not…" I cut myself off, thinking if it would true to say it wasn't painful. After a second, I knew the perfect qualifier. "It's not painful anymore."
Jiyong hummed, an understanding sort of noise, and slipped to a seat closer to my own.
"Would it help?"
Once again, some quiet part of my brain marveled at how naturally he closed the space between us.
"Would what help?"
I caught him. I clearly saw his eyes dip down to my lips once… twice…
He licked his own lips before speaking.
"Talking…"
Thrice.
"I don't want to force you to talk…"
Fource? Is that anything? A fourth time.
"But I don't want to force you to not talk either."
Ironic.
The word floated through my brain, but I didn't pay attention to it.
Instead I leaned just slightly forward.
The instant my lips touched his, he let himself go. For a moment, it was clear he didn't know what to do with himself. One hand circled around my wrist, the other started up towards my face but seemed to get lost.
I made the decision for him.
Pushing myself off of my seat, I planted myself in his lap. Taking his still lost hand, I pulled it to my waist.
Somehow, the most annoying thing was how quickly his hesitation disappeared. As if he had never doubted that we would end up back like this. Fucker.
His fingers danced up my back, gently pulling me closer to him. It had the, most likely unintentional, side effect of making me straighten up.
To say that he smiled up at me would not be incorrect, but there was something else. He was relaxed, in a way I hadn't seen for a while.
"My love," the words came out in a breathy sound, "I've missed you."
I blinked, feeling the telltale sting of tears prickling my waterline. This wasn't right. I knew that I didn't really like Jiyong, he just… knew how to get under my skin.
"I shouldn't have kissed you."
He frowned, looking hurt and confused. His hold on me tightened for a moment before he let his hands fall back down, into the water and down to just rest on my thighs.
I started glancing around, self conscious.
"Jagi," he groaned, "why are you crying? Who are you looking for?"
I pulled away from him, sliding back into my previous seat. I was so thankful that he didn't resist my retreat.
"Where's Chul?"
Jiyong's expression hardened for a split second before he shrugged, "I'm not sure."
I started pushing myself up, out of the water.
He moved towards me, obvious and slow.
"Do you really feel nothing for me, jagi?"
I froze, water lapping around my thighs.
"I can't talk about this right now."
=====
Someone had packed me an overnight bag. Obviously, the idea of sleeping away from the house hadn't been a complete surprise to the staff. It sat on the queen sized mattress of the quarters I had picked, right where I left it after fishing out my swimming suit just a few hours earlier.
If not for the vague sense of being off-balance and constantly shifting, the room was indiscernible from a mid-range room at a hotel. Well, save for the bed not being a king. I made my way to the shower, eager to rinse the scent of chlorine off of my skin and out of my hair.
I showered quickly, feeling some sort of embarrassment at using fresh water like this while on a boat. I knew the concern didn't really make sense, but it was there nonetheless.
Once finished, I dug through the little bag to find something to wear.
Thankfully, whoever had packed it knew a bit about being on the water. The sun was setting as I tugged a sweatshirt on.
=====
Returning above deck revealed Jiyong to be lounging on the water resistant cushions that lined an area I had mentally dubbed "the living room".
He wasn't exactly sprawled, but he was somehow taking up more space than seemed logical. He grinned easily when he spotted me, picking up an ashtray that I suspected was made of actual crystal so that I could sit down.
I took the offered seat, glad that - at least for now - the wind was sweeping the wisp of smoke away from me.
"You're like a cat with nicotine addiction."
Jiyong laid his cigarette to rest in the flashy ashtray. Turning his full attention towards me, he pulled both of my legs across his lap.
"Does it bother you?" His hands started carefully pressing into the flesh of my calves in an absent minded massage.
"No, you're okay."
One hand lifted, retrieving the tobacco from its perch. After a deep drag, he returned it to the tray so he could use both hands on my legs again.
"I'd quit if you asked me to," he murmured.
I watched him, propping my head up on one hand as I sat sideways on the couch-like structure.
"I wouldn't ask," I admitted, "I don't think quitting because of someone else works as well."
"Why's that?" He kept his attention on my legs as he spoke.
"Because it makes you feel bitter. 'I have to do this thing because of you' doesn't feel the same as 'I am doing this because I want to', you know?"
He hummed, hands slowly working their way from ankle to knee before switching to the other leg.
"You sound like you're speaking from experience."
My turn to hum.
His hands felt nice. Warm and smooth, applying a pleasant pressure. I slid back, letting myself stretch out on the slightly plastic feeling cushions to relax.
His hands paused, and I managed to catch a slight sound in his throat.
I pushed myself up, propping myself on my elbows to look at him.
"What?"
He shook his head, hands starting their work again.
"Tell me, Jiya," I pressed.
"Jagi…" he sighed, sounding like I was putting him through some sort of torture, "don't make me say it. I am only a man."
I tilted my head, brain working for a moment before it hit me.
"Gosh," I decided to tease him, "your hair must grow pretty fast."
Jiyong flashed a smile, his hands not so subtly moving higher on my legs.
"It grows faster when I spend time with you."
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Dinner was a thankfully simple affair. I had sort of grown accustomed to the background radiation of wealth with the boys around, but if the meal had been extravagant I knew I would have likely been forced into another surreal fugue state.
The meal was interrupted only when Jiyong asked if I felt alright. I admitted that a slight headache was building behind my eyes, so I asked if he happened to have any ibuprofen or anything with him. He nodded, and quickly slipped below-deck.
When he returned, he handed me two small pills.
After the food had been finished and cleared away, Jiyong and I found ourselves back in the open air lounging area. He disappeared once again. On his return, he greeted me with a steaming cup of deep red tea. It smelled spicy and sweet. Homey. I accepted it easily.
"I thought you'd be making cocktails again," I teased Jiyong lightly.
"You shouldn't drink if you're taking medications."
I nodded before tasting the tea. It tasted like masala chai, but lacked any sort of milk. It wasn't bad.
"I forget how much you look out for me." I placed the tea cup on the back ledge of the seat. Turning to face Jiyong a bit more directly, I tucked my legs underneath myself. "Am I fun to watch?"
Jiyong smiled into his cup, glancing up to meet my eye for a second before looking back down. He was being more shy than I had seen him before.
"I could watch you all day," he quietly answered. He fiddled with the cup in his hands, switching which fingers gripped the handle. "You're my favorite thing to watch."
A chuckle pushed itself out of me, causing a not at all flattering nasal sound to escape. I slapped a hand over my face.
"Cute."
I lowered my hand enough to glare at Jiyong.
"You sound like a stalker," I mumbled through my hand.
He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back.
"It's not like that," he protested, "it's not like I follow you. But if you are around, then I like watching you."
After composing myself, including retucking my legs and retrieving my tea, I decided to stay on topic.
"Is that why you always ask where I am?" I lifted the cup but paused before drinking to tack on, "it seems like that's always the first thing you ask me when you text or call."
Jiyong sighed, but didn't seem actually bothered by the conversation. If I had to guess, I'd say he might have been relieved to get a chance to explain himself.
"I just want to know if you're around," he started, "if you're in the house then I can just talk to you in person."
"What about when you call? When you know I'm out?" I pressed.
He licked his lips, tilting his head slightly before answering.
"I guess I'm just curious. I want to know everything about you all the time," he shrugged, as if that was enough of an excuse.
"But that's controlling, isn't it?"
"How so?" He put his coffee down, hands activating as he spoke, "I'm not telling you 'don't go there' or 'don't see that person', right? I just want to know that you're safe and happy," he shrugged, "no matter where you are."
That sounded awfully… reasonable. At least in comparison with what I had thought Jiyong's opinions were.
"There's still pressure though. If I…" I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a good example, "go out to lunch with Zico, right? You've told me you don't like him, so I have this feeling over me of 'Ah, this is going to be an argument later,' you know?"
"No no no no no," he shook his head and waved his hands, protesting with his whole body. "That's just how I feel about Zico. If it's someone else, I don't mind. And I already know that you don't care what I think. I couldn't be controlling with you even if I tried."
I squinted at him. The way he said "tried" instead of "wanted" rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn't think pointing that out would actually be productive at all.
"Okay, what if I was the type of person who would say, 'oh, oppa doesn't like you so I can't be friends with you'?" The discussion was beginning to feel silly to me, but I still pressed on. "Would you tell me to make up my own mind? Or would you be happy that I was just doing what you wanted?"
Jiyong blinked, mouth slightly agape. His brow dipped, then softened, then dipped again. I thought for sure he would start protesting, or at least pointing out that that wasn't how I am, so what did it matter?
"Is that why you pulled away?" His voice was smaller than I expected, "because you think I want to control you?"
A stone weight of guilt landed in my stomach, at the same time that a wave of softness came over me. Was I really sitting here projecting my fears on him? Had I been feeling so self righteous about it too?
"I…" I paused to think this out. I was pretty sure I had been onto something, but I didn't want to sound too accusatory. "I just want to know what sort of person you are."
He leaned forward, sliding closer. As smoothly as he always did, he managed to get both his and my cups placed out of the way so that he could take my hands into his. Earnesty was writ across his features.
"Jagiya," he shuffled forward a bit more, his knee now pressing up against my leg, "I like that I can't control you. I like that you make friends with everyone, even if I don't like them. I would never tell you to stop meeting with someone."
I was a little surprised by how swiftly the fire of argument had left me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, like an abandoned puppy that had followed its owner when they moved to another town. He was so cute. It was getting hard to feel anything but a sort of goofy happiness towards this somewhat sad mess of a man.
"But," I frowned, leaning back against the back of the sofa, "you get so jealous."
"I know jagi," he pouted. He moved to relax next to me, head in hand and elbow on the backrest so he could keep looking at me. "I really do. But that's for me to deal with. Seeing you live a life that makes you happy is the most important thing to me."
I tilted my head as I looked up at him. His eye dropped to my neck, then bobbed back upwards to my jaw, lips, and then eyes. Once our eyes met again I knew that he knew I had seen where his attention had been, but he didn't seem embarrassed at being caught.
"What if I'm happy with someone else?"
Against any possible prediction I could have made, he smiled before tilting in a bit closer.
"Then they've tricked you my love."
Something about that made me giggle. Maybe the magnitude of his self-assuredness. Perhaps the switch to English, as if that would make his point clearer. I didn't know. All I knew was that he was smiling at me as I fought through a fit of laughter.
"Jagiya," he softly called me back into the present.
I hummed, letting him know I was listening.
"Can I touch you?"
I pushed myself to sit up, no longer slouched under his gaze.
"What do you mean?"
He let himself fall deeper into the cushions, holding both arms out in the universal gesture of asking for a hug.
I laughed, only once this time, and situated myself into his arms.
Maybe I was being weak willed. Maybe I was giving in too easily. Maybe a lot of things. But I did like cuddling with Jiyong. I knew that he and I had similar styles in that way. The sort of just… existing while touching style. It was nice.
We laid there, on the thing that was somehow both sofa and structural support for the boat, for a while. I watched clouds slip over the stars and slice of moon above us. Jiyong seemed content with playing with the strings of my sweatshirt.
I felt good. Relaxed. In almost no time, I was drifting to sleep.
=====
"Come on jagiya."
I was pulled somewhat upright. I fought the tiredness that had settled over me, winning just enough to be able to stand.
I wobbled, suddenly remembering that I was on a boat.
"Here we go."
Jiyong looped an arm around my back, taking my hand in his to direct me below decks. Eventually the passage was too narrow, so he moved in front of me. He directed both of my hands onto his shoulders as he led me down the stairs.
"Careful."
My mouth felt gross. Dry and sticky. I let him lead me without answering his bits of direction.
"In here, right?"
He led me into the room I had chosen.
Directing me to sit on my bed, he nipped into the tiny bathroom for a moment. He returned with a cup of water. He placed it into my hands before kneeling down in front of me.
"Drink that for me, jagi."
I obeyed easily enough. My mouth did feel awful, and arguing for argument's sake wasn't really on my radar at that moment.
Jiyong was untying my shoes, loosening them up enough to slip them off. I couldn't help but be reminded of him doing the opposite.
"What are you going to do about Seungri?"
Jiyong froze, my second shoe half off of my foot.
After a second, he resumed his work. Once the shoe was off he sat back on his heels and looked up at me.
"What do you want me to do?"
He was gazing up at me with an intensity that I maybe should have been used to by now. I shrugged, casting my eyes down to where his fists were clenching onto the bedspread to either side of my legs. His knuckles shone white. I reached down and picked up one of his hands, carefully peeling his fingers away from his palm.
"I don't know," I admitted. "It can't be nothing. He'll hurt someone else."
I laced my fingers between his and tugged at him.
Jiyong knelt up, proximity propelling him to press his body between my legs. I pulled his arm around my waist.
It was, at least partially, the memory of what happened. I wanted to be comforted, and he was there.
Luckily, he took the hint and wrapped his free arm around me as well. He slouched, pressing his cheek against my chest and nodded.
"I'll make sure."
I combed my fingers through his hair, both of us silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
Jiyong moved back slightly, looking up at me again.
"What?" His brow creased, and his eyes were wide. "Why should you be sorry?"
I shrugged, "for bringing it up."
His hands lifted from my body to cup my face. Thumbs smoothed over my cheeks as he shook his head.
"Jagiya, you should never be sorry for talking to me. Don't hide the things that trouble you from me," he stretched upwards, slightly pulling me to meet him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, before meeting my gaze again. "Okay?"
I nodded.
"As for Seungri… you'll neve-"
"Let's not talk about him now," I interrupted him.
Jiyong nodded, silently acquiescing as he would sometimes do.
I found that one of my hands had traveled from his hair to the collar of his shirt. Convenient.
Slipping forward on the mattress edge, I was aware of just how much he was aware of how close we were. I wasn't planning on exactly doing anything about that, but I still leaned closer and kissed him.
It felt nice. It usually did feel nice to kiss Jiyong. Just like it felt nice when he gently lifted my sweatshirt off of me. When he tucked his hands under my knees. When he lifted me and pushed me back further onto the bed. When he supported himself on his elbows over me. The press of his lips against my neck and shoulder was nice.
"Ji…"
He hummed, not pausing from kissing me.
"Let's try not to argue this week."
He shifted, moving to lay next to me instead of on me. Propping his head on his hand, he looked down at me.
"Is this your way of asking me to leave?"
I shook my head.
"You can stay," I lifted a hand to tap against his chest, "but this is about as far as this will go."
He smiled, tension that was barely noticeable before leaving his features. He worked one arm under me and layed fully on his back. Pulling me towards himself, his free arm tugged my own to lay across his body.
"That's fine jagi. I'm satisfied as long as you're satisfied."
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Masterlist of stories with No Reader/Idol Romance
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Reader is present but not romantically involved:
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A Gift for Hongjoong Reader is a teacher attending a fanmeet
A Very Good Halloween Block B
Celestial Sailors ATEEZ Reader & ATEEZ as Sailor Moon characters
Fated to be Together Mingi & reader
[M] Hongjoong and Seonghwa
Mingi's Birthday Ring Coffee shop celebrity encounter
San’s New Friends
* Seonghwa’s Shared Passion Reader cheers on Seonghwa x San
Stuck with Seonghwa
The Day You Met T.O.P featuring Choi Seunghyun of BIGBANG
Turbulence Reader meets Jongho of ATEEZ
Wooyoung's Chaperone Disabled reader with a Richie brace
[M] Yunho’s Latest Interest Aromantic older reader
The first nine parts of the [M] JC Saga about an asexual and agender reader using she/her pronouns also do not have a reader romance:
[M] Prologue: She Came on a Red Motorbike
[M] Chapter One: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands
[M] Chapter Two: Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up
[M] Chapter Three: Very Moist
[M] Chapter Four: He Came Inside
[M] Chapter Five: I Love Your Legs, I Love Your Breasts
[M] Chapter Six: Tender On The Inside Hint of future Mingi x reader, Yunho x reader
[M] Chapter Seven: They Were Roommates
[M] Chapter Eight: Do You Have A Condom?
Reader is involved with an idol but it is not the focus of the story:
Perking Up Hongjoong After Kingdom Reader x Mingi mentioned
San’s Breakup Reader x Mingi mentioned
Reader is present but not romantically or physically involved BUT it sounds otherwise:
[M] A Pleasurable Time with Yeosang
[M] Do You Have A Condom? Yeosang x Female OC (chap. 8 from above)
[M] Hongjoong Helps a Friend
[M] Mingi’s Escort Service
[M] San’s Girl
[M] She Came on a Red Motorbike Prologue to JC Saga with Yeosang
[M] That Yunho Shower Scene (excerpt from chapter 3 above)
[M] You Belong to Jungkook
Reader is present with a romantic interest but it is not the idol:
Wooyoung’s Older Partner
No reader insert present and no romantic storyline:
A Tale of Two Taeils No reader, with 22 members of NCT
ATEEZ Unlimited The guys plot to save KQ from financial ruin
Hongjoong Can Fly
Mingi’s New Job Demon AU
Seonghwa’s Greatest Triumph Highlights of career outside ATEEZ
The Missing Piece ATEEZ as deities inspired by ‘The Real’ MV
Trouble Maker Comes Home BIGBANG fix-it fic with all members
No reader insert present but other pairing:
[M] Code 99 ATEEZ in a Swedish-themed store San x Wooyoung
[M] Yeosang’s Special Ramen Recipe Mingi x Yunho mentioned
A comprehensive list of all my works can be found here.
#ATEEZ#masterlist#blog housekeeping#ATEEZ Fanfic#Kpop Fanfic#ATEEZ Fic#ATEEZ Fics#ATEEZ Fanfiction#Kpop Fanfiction#no reader romance#no romance
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It's me, your favorite person! For the 35 fanfic questions: 5, 6, 7, 10, 16, 19, 23, 28, 31, 35
My love!!
5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?
Currently published, it would probably be until it doesn't hurt. I've got one currently in the works (I think I'm about halfway done with it!) that I'm incredibly proud of.
6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?
Dialogue!! Dialogue is incredibly easy for me.
7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?
Consistency. It's one of the major things I edit for when I edit. Finding that consistent balance between character, setting, and dialogue.
10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?
Fantasy!!
16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?
So many. Miscommunication/lack of communication, cheating, plenty of dead dove-y tropes, doomed by the narrative, chosen one (and the immediate follow-up of refusal of the call).
19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?
It depends on the original material. I generally like things that steer closer to canon than AUs, but a good AU doesn't hurt.
23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?
I miss doing prompts and challenges!! I keep hoping to return to them more (side eyeing the bingo card in my inbox that I have barely touched).
28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?
It depends on whether I've asked for it or not. Generally, I like receiving criticism and comments on my work if I ask for it. If it's someone I don't know in the comments? Fuck 'em.
31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!
This could be it's own post LOL. I have so many. Breaking it down by project:
Prodigal Son: Choi Seunghyun, Choi Seungwan are the two who stick out in my head, but there's a full cast to that. It was a political thriller k-drama a friend and I came up with that lives in my head rent-fucking-free. Seunghyun is a politician and Seungwan is his teenage son.
Tookverse: it's literally an entire alternate world of idols I designed. It started as part of envious and ended up expanding to its own thing. I love these guys. I've got a soft spot for two of the 2nd generation groups, and one of the 4th generation groups.
35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
Omg okay okay okay, so. I've been working on this fic hoping to get it out in time to rec it onto a rec list. It's currently around 10k, and the third member of a polycule has been mentioned (NOT BY NAME) and that's it. I think I'm probably about halfway done with it. A character I wasn't expecting showed up and created an actual plot to this story and now it's a lot more than just the 3-5k of pining I was expecting it to be. It's also a POV I haven't ever written before but I've been super enjoying it.
Questions for Fic Writers | Send Me Asks!
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Reaction - BigBang catches you masturbating in the shower
Reaction: Big Bang catching you in the shower using the shower head to masturbate
Rating: Oh there’s some smutty shit going on here!
Warnings: Lots of SMUT! 18+, female masturbation, horny BIG BANG
Written by: @dammitdiva and myself
Seunghyun-TOP
It had been a long day. Your boss was riding you hard at work and your trainer at the gym was just as demanding. You were stressed beyond max and sweaty as hell. The only thing you wanted to do at the moment was relax in the shower and let off some much needed steam.
As the steam rose around you and the massage option on your shower head pounded your tense muscles into submission, you wondered how it would feel in other places. Taking the removable shower head in hand, you ran the pulsing water over your shoulders, down your chest, and gasped as it touched your sensitive beasts. As you moved it lower, your gasp became an open mouthed groan. The high pressure stream of pulsating water pushed past your folds, finding your tender pearl.
The first touch of the water almost caused you to lose your grip on the shower head. You throw your head back in a loud moan. As your pleasure was building more and more, you slowly move your other hand to your breasts to play with your tight nipples. Stimulation driving you insane with pleasure made it hard to concentrate on anything but your fingers pinching you and the water beating at your clit. So much so that you didn’t hear the click of the door knob as it opened.
Seunghyun heard the shower running when he entered your shared apartment. He heard your loud moans when he entered the bedroom. Concern caused him to follow the sound of your shrill vocalizations, to make sure you were alright. He was unprepared for the sight that greeted him when he actually opened the door. Your back was plastered against the shower wall, one leg hiked up and resting on the built in shower bench. Your eyes shut tightly as your face contorted in ecstasy.
At first he was shocked at the scene before him. Seeing you like that was arousing and he could feel himself growing harder by the second. What made him jump into action was seeing you with the shower head. He had never guessed that you would try something like that and was pleasantly surprised when you did. Seunghyun smirked as he started to take his clothes off. He couldn’t just let you have all of the fun.
You were so engrossed by the pursuit of your own pleasure, you barely registered the temperature change as the shower door opened. You were completely unprepared when you felt long fingered hands taking the shower head from the death grip you had on it. Your sluggish brain took a few moments to register that a warm body had entered the space between your thighs. Those same long fingers trailed down your sides before slowly rubbing circles against your tender folds. "Well, this is a side of you I didn't expect Y/N. I kind of like it." his deep voice crooned into your ear as he peppered your neck with kisses.
Kwon Jiyong- Gdragon
Jiyong had been gone from you and your warm bed for far too long. He had been away on business for nearly a month. The daily phone calls and nightly video chats had been pleasant but not nearly enough. He quietly put the key to the front door of your home, expecting you to be asleep considering how late it was. He put down all of his bags and crept into your room. Finding you weren't there, he noticed the cracked door to the bathroom and the slosh of bath water.
He couldn’t help notice the small whimpers coming from your delectable mouth. You had one hand pulling at your hair and the other with the detachable shower head in the other, the jet hitting straight on your sensitive clit. Jiyong walked over to you slowly, rolling up his sleeves and thankful your eyes were shut tight. When he reached the side of the tub, he reached his hand into the warm steamy water and starts rubbing your clit as the jet continues to hit you in that spot. Your eyes open in shock since you weren’t expecting him to be home yet. “Don’t move the jet. I want to have a little bit more fun,” he says to you as he applies more pressure on you.
Taeyang -Youngbae
The moment you realized you only had only 30 minutes to get ready for your date with Youngbae, you jumped off the couch stripping clothes as you ran to the bathroom. The love of your life was going to be there soon and you wanted to look perfect for him. The two of you had been together for years and you had a feeling he was going to be asking you something important at dinner. The water was still cold as you hopped into the shower, causing your nipples to tighten into tiny buds. Grabbing the shower head, you accidentally pointed it towards your lower region and was pleasantly surprised at how good the cool water felt as it hit your lower lips.
Youngbae was nervous. He was really nervous. So nervous his finger missed your doorbell the first time he attempted to ring it. After a few moments and you hadn't appeared, his anxiety kicked into high gear. What if you were ignoring him. What if you were inside and something happened to you. He tentatively tried your door, finding it unlocked, he opened it slowly. Calling your name, he entered. He got no reply. His fight or flight senses kicked into high gear when he heard you wail from the back of your apartment.
You were so completely engrossed in your orgasm that you didn't immediately realize that the door to your bathroom had been forced open roughly. You were startled when you heard Youngbae's voice call your name harshly as he stood in your bathroom looking panicked. You dropped the shower head with a start as your eyes met his wild gaze. "Are you okay Y/N? I heard you scream. Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.
A deep blush ran up your entire body as the realization of what he had caught you doing. As you attempted to find your words, you saw the light come on in his head. He had caught on to what you had been doing. His honeyed skin turned as red as yours in embarrassment. "Uh… do you need some help with that?" He mumbled, hands folding not so discreetly in front of his crotch. You only giggled at the situation and opened the shower door.
Daesung
You love having Daesung as a roommate. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He looks fantastic without a shirt on, but one thing you can’t stand is the fact you don’t get to have much sexy time. With Dae always around, your dates are usually too intimidated and you are too nervous to take it into your own hands out of worry that he might hear you. So when the opportunity came that he was out of the house, you jumped on it and ran to the bathroom.
Thinking he was going to be gone for at least a couple hours, you decide to cram a whole night into it. You warm your shower up just the right temperature and light some candles to set the mood just right. Snatching the shower head from its rightful place, you immediately direct the water right where you wanted it. The first hit of water made you jump a little bit, but soon enough the pressure had you moaning loudly.
Unbeknownst to you, Daesung came home early. As he kicked off his shoes and put his keys on the side table, he could hear you moaning across the apartment. He knew those moans. On the few times you were brave enough to masturbate, thinking he was asleep, he would lay in his bed stroking his cock to the sounds of your moans and loud gasps. He wanted you so bad but never knew how you would react to him. Today he had enough. He had to have you.
Just as you were about to cum, you hear the door open and immediately stop what you are doing. You quickly realize it’s your sexy roommate standing at the door, massaging his cock as he stares at your body. “If you wanted some help, you could have asked,” he groans at you, eyes traveling up and down. You weren’t sure what to say at first. Of course you had those thoughts about him. Daesung was hot, but you never wanted to cross the line. However, seeing him tonight triggered something in you and all you could do was moan out, “Get in here and fuck me.”
#big bang fic#big bang reaction#kpop smut#kpop reaction#kpop fic#big bang smut#gdragon#kwon jiyong#daesung#kang daesung#TOP#choi seunghyun#taeyang#dong youngbae
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Big Bang (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Choi Seunghyun | T.O.P./Kang Daesung
Characters: Kang Daesung (Big Bang), Choi Seunghyun | T.O.P.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Fluff and Humor, Seunghyun is a mess, Short & Sweet, just seunghyun being a mess of emotions, daesung being his adorable self
Summary:
Seunghyun can’t stop staring, mouth slightly open. Oh—oh God. This can’t be happening, Seunghyun panics. Kang Daesung, the adorable, gorgeous, nice, cute, sexy, golden god from across the hall is standing in front of his door, looking like a goddamn snack in his tight white shirt and fitted jeans.
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The five times Seunghyun runs into his neighbor, Daesung, and manages to not embarrass himself (too much)
#was transferring folders from my 2013 macbook to my new one#RIP macbook#and found this fic that was 95% done in my folders#was feeling particularly motivated and finished it up#it's just a seunghyun being a big dummy crushing on a very sweet daesung#please enjoy!#todae#fanfiction
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Chapter: Femme 14 Bigbang special
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[MASTERLIST]
Summary: The year is now 3019. Women were going extinct, Femme Industries is the sole provider of Females. Research advances and Masc industries have finally had it’s first successful male pregnancy and birth.
Starring: GDragon x Bigbang, BTS x Reader, BlackPink
It has been a while, but, I have fixed my phone now and can catch up with the femme chapters. And before anyone starts throwing hate comments about my tags this is a Bigbang special within a BTS Story.
#bts#bts sm au#bts femme#bigbang#bigbang imagines#bigbang scenarios#bigbang reactions#taeyang#gdragon#kwon jiyong#choi seunghyun#kang daesung#Seungri#bts x reader#bts imagines#bts reactions#bts scenarios#bigbang fluff#bigbang smut#bigbang fic#jin x reader#suga x reader#jhope x reader#namjoon x reader#jimin x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#bts x reader fluff#bts x reader smut#bangtan sonyeondan
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