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iheartcake123 · 10 months

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☁️stay-seo moon-jo☁️

a/n: ik it’s been a while since i last updated but here’s the next part finally😭 it’s more of a filler chapter to build the story line but i hope you all like it!!

warnings: kissing (?)

Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Part 5

-3rd person p.o.v-

days passed and y/n did her best to avoid moon-jo at all costs. this meant getting up and leaving the building at the crack of dawn and only coming back after seok-yun messaged that the coast is clear.

the things between the two of them weren’t really progressing as she thought, maybe he was getting fed up of her? y/n didn’t know why but in a way she was relieved. as sweet as seok-yun was, he was a bit childish and she saw him more as a best friend.

it was draining to have to keep that same routine but it was a lot better than confronting moon-jo again and feeling what she felt the last time she was with him.

“it’s all good, just working most days and trying to save as much as possible” y/n spoke into her phone.

she was on the phone with her sister again.

“there’s no cheap places to live at in seoul so it might take me a while” she continued to speak into her phone “yeah i know..i’ll eat well too. take care too-bye”

y/n ended her phone call and leaned back in the chair she was sat in. she was in the shared kitchen area.

“oh, pretty girl. it’s good im catching you now. i have some stuff to tell you.” miss.eom entered and y/n just nodded her head.

“the womens bathroom is out of service for the next 2 days while i fix a leak so, you’ll need to use the mens one in the mean time” she cheerfully said patting her shoulder.

“but i don’t-” y/n was about to protest.

“ahh you’re a good girl, i knew you’d understand” she cut y/n off completely and walked off before she could say anything more.

y/n couldn’t believe it.

she either had to use the mens bathroom or not shower until the womens bathroom got fixed.

things just kept getting worse.

she thought about it and she had 2 options.

she could either just use a bathhouse but that would mean spending money that she barely had at the moment or she could just brave it out and decide to use the men’s bathroom.

it was a no brainer after looking at her bank account.

using the men’s bathroom it was.

if she just timed everything correctly it would all go smoothly and she wouldn’t bump into anyone.

y/n stealthily made her way to the bathroom and checked if the coast outside was clear. thankfully, it was so she then pushed the bathroom door open and walked in.

almost instantly she froze as she saw moon-jo stood in front of one of the sink mirrors. his hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

he had definitely just gotten done with a shower.

his gaze lingered on her as she nervously apologised while taking some steps backwards to exit the bathroom. she tried not to but her eyes landed on moon-jo’ bare chest and abs. there were scars spread over his upper torso and her eyes were instantly drawn to them.

she caught herself looking for a little too long so with one final apology, she left the bathroom and ran back to her room.

“shit” she cursed under her breath, she was now pacing back and forth in her room.

from now on she was definitely just going to use a bathhouse, she didn’t care if it cost her. she just couldn’t have a repeat of walking in on moon-jo or any one else.

she laid down on her bed and took some deep breathes in and out to calm herself down. she silently fell into a peaceful slumber.

after a while, there was a knock on her door and she calmed herself down before answering it.

moon-jo stood, wearing a loose black longsleeve t-shirt and some grey joggers.

she stared up at moon-jo who looked at the girl up and down. the pair didn’t say a word and y/n gulped as moon-jo took a step forward into her room.

he then shut the door behind him. y/n didn’t know how to react as he continued taking steps closer to her until her back hit a wall.

“moon-jo….” she whispered. confused at why he wasn’t saying a word.

he continued not saying a word as he rested his hands on her waist, pinning her against the wall.

y/n’ breath hitched as moon-jo then pressed his lips to hers. the kiss was filled with need and passion as y/n brought her arms to wrap around moon-jo’ neck to pull him closer. their bodies were now pressed up against one another and after a couple of seconds moon-jo pulled away.

his forehead rested on hers as they both took a second to catch their breathes. y/n couldn’t help but smile like a mad women. it had been a while since she last felt a fire lit inside her.

“wake up” moon-jo suddenly said taking a step backwards and y/n raised an eyebrow.

“what?” she was confused.

“wake up” moon-jo repeated.

suddenly, y/n sat up in bed. she was breathing hard and realisation hit her.

it was a dream.

she just dreamt of having a make out session with moon-jo. she shook her head, trying to shake the dream from her memory.

why was she dreaming about moon-jo in that way?

#kdrama imagine #writing #kdrama x reader #strangers from hell imagines #strangers from hell x reader #strangers from hell #moon jo imagines #moonjo imagine #moon jo x reader #moon jo fic

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 4 months

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hii! would you continue p3 of the moonjo fic?? if that then im sorry if i wasted for you to answer this 😭

Hey hey!

I've only written two Moon-Jo fics, "You're My Salvation" and "Atonement" which are two separate ones! I'd be more than willing to write you one specifically to what you'd like if you send me an ask with a description!

Nothing to apologize for lovely!

💛🦐

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lun-writes · 2 years

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Send me some imagines or headcanons requests please, my brain needs a kickstart right now

#sweet home imagines #aouad imagines #shang chi imagines #squid game imagines #strangers from hell imagines #eternals imagine #demon slayer imagines #male reader #gender neutral reader

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lyskooluv · 2 months

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Credits to : @clo6ver_ on tiktok

Bro he's actually majestic it's unbelievable. He's soooouuurrr fine

#kpop #lee dong wook #kdrama #strangers from hell #bad and crazy #lee dongwook imagine

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sunzyn · 10 months

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Habitual Sin

Seo Moon Jo x Fem!Reader

Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader

Summary - There’s something wrong with the new priest at your church. He’s… off. No one else has noticed; he’s stunning and they all just want to be around the shiny new thing. Small towns get dull, but this priest promises to be very entertaining.

Genre - Smut

Warnings - Unprotected sex… in a church, fingering, mentions of religion obviously, swearing, is he the devil?! Will need to go to confession after reading this fic! Beta reader needed to take breaks while reading! Read at your own risk! It’s too hot to handle!

Word Count - 2.8k

A/N - This is a request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration. God have mercy 🙏I know what I do, but this was too hot not to write <3 If I’m going to hell I’m taking @trashlord-007 with me (thanks for the request 😂)

There’s something up with this priest. He. Is. Off. You’re not sure how else to describe it, that feeling that makes the hair on the back of your hair stand up and triggers goosebumps on your arms, the emptiness within that lets you know something isn’t quite right.

You’re feeling it now.

There’s something wrong with this priest.

He’s a priest (at least that’s how he’s presenting himself) so there shouldn’t be alarms ringing in your head, the sound clanging deep within your gut and vibrating off your ribcage as it threatens to burst out like something from a sci-fi horror film. Scrunching up your face at the thought, you shift back and forth on your heels and look out past the small group currently organising medical kits.

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is bright, there’s minimal clouds. The temperature is perfect with a slight breeze that caresses your face. The place is packed, the turnout is amazing. Natural disasters seem to bring out the best in people.

Everything is, for lack of a better word, perfect… yet that priest keeps catching your attention and you know, you know that something isn’t quite right.

Placing the last thermometer into the emergency kits you’re in charge of assembling, you nod at your small group of five before moving closer to him. He’s working in the food section. It’s the largest pile and therefore the most people are in his area, though you wonder if he’s the reason for the influx of people. They’re all fawning over him. It’s pathetic, really. Don’t they see it?

And yes, he is stunning, but hold onto your tits, ladies. Afterall he is still a priest. Even if his black shirt and black pants hug him in all the right places, and if it weren’t for that white clerical collar you would take him for any typical person here.

But he’s a man of the cloth. Just an average priest.

Well, not just an averagepriest. He towers over the volunteers, though that’s not the only thing catching people’s attention. It’s his wavy hair that threatens length yet doesn’t fall past his neck, and lips that defy the laws of gravity; full and plush, moving in the most peculiar ways, with teeth that peek out when he smiles. He’s beautiful but cute, a contradiction in parts, and otherworldly.

He stands out.

That’s what gives him away. A priest shouldn’t stand out, shouldn't bring attention to himself. They wouldn’t. After all that attention belongs to God.

“The service was beautiful, Father.”

Rolling your eyes, you toss a few cans into the box in front of you. The service felt off, too. The words were all correct, he knew each line but… that’s just it – they felt like lines. Something he had to say, not something he actually meant.

“Yes, it really was! What a blessing it is to have you here. We’re so glad you came to visit us, Father Moon Jo,” one of the women drooling over the priest pipes up, her eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the food she’s packing.

“I’m the one who’s blessed,” he says with a small smile. You’re still surprised by how soft spoken he is. You didn’t notice it at first, but his voice is deep, and there’s danger hidden beneath the allure of calm. “This really is a wonderful conjugation.”

The women practically swoon. You scoff at their obvious infatuation, then cough to cover your slip-up when they look over. Flashing your most demure grin, you continue to pack food neatly into the cardboard box in front of you.

Once the box is full you move to the end of the table to grab another. Your lip curls as you bend down to look for one but come up short. You search the area for a moment, hoping there’s one more box. Just one would be fine.

“There’s some boxes in the church.” He’s behind you. From the way the ladies further down the table nonchalantly crane their necks, it seems they can’t hear him. “Follow me. I’ll show you where.”

“Oh surely someone else would prefer…” the words drift off as you turn and come face to face with him. Well, technically face to chest. Your eyes scan the broad expanse briefly before finding his face. The look of disdain that contorts his features has you looking down to the ground, nodding your head like a schoolgirl. “Sure, let’s do that.”

Dragging your feet you follow behind, kicking up dirt and small pebbles along the thin, paved path in a half-assed display of rebellion. That is until he glances at you with that intense, dead stare and waits for you to catch back up. When he moves again you quicken your pace to keep up with his long strides, each step taking you further away from the gossiping group now all huddled together instead of performing the tasks they’ve been assigned.

The small church isn’t earth shattering, it won’t win any awards for its architecture, but it’s still breathtaking. Withered bricks and stained glass greet all who pass with a whisper of a broken past. The building was erected when the town was first established. The interior, however, had been damaged in a plumbing mishap a few years back. The whole place was a disaster and had to be completely stripped down to bare bones and was replaced with cheap wood pews and sleek modern white walls. Now only the exterior is holding out its original glory.

Stepping inside you dunk two fingers into the bowl of holy water and make the sign of the cross in front of the crucifix gracing the opposite wall with a small bow before glancing around the small church for the boxes. They must be in the back. You start to walk further into the church but come to an abrupt halt when halfway down the aisle the priest turns.

“You know, I just remembered,” he says, clicking his fingers, “I left the boxes in the confessional.”

“The confessional?” Narrowing your eyes, you look over your shoulder towards the confession booth. It’s small, smaller than the original. Just a wooden box with tempered glass and intricate lattice inbetween to help make you comfortable as you confess your sins, keeping those inside from prying eyes as if the town and priest alike don’t know who’s on the other side. “Are you sure?”

“Quite.” His face is still. He’s waiting for you to walk over there but there’s no way. Why would he put the boxes in there? Okay, yes, when they are not assembled it’s just flat cardboard, but still, how many could you cram in there?

“Well,” you say, shuffling back and forth before turning on your heels. He’s a priest, what’s the worst that could happen? The confessional booth is closer to the front door anyway.

Taking tentative steps towards the booth, you look over your shoulder just as he starts to follow, a small half-smile on his face. It’s somehow worse than if he wasn’t smiling at all, the way each muscle bends and twists as if against its own will. Swallowing hard, you continue to place one foot in front of the other until you’re in front of the booth. Reaching out, your fingers graze the smooth redwood door.

You push it open.

It’s empty.

Peeking over your shoulder you’re confronted with unmoving eyes. A sharp inhale courses through your body and you step back. It has to be on the other side, you try to reason with yourself, not wanting to admit the truth. Your shoulders tremble as you shuffle over to the other door, swallowing hard as you push it open.

Empty.

Before you can turn around he’s behind you, caging you in with his large frame. Rhythmic beats pound from deep within your eardrums as your heart attempts to escape your chest once more. Searching the small room for anything, anything at all besides the small built-in chair, you come up empty. You’re the only weapon you have. Turning, you hold up your fists and back into the room.

“Oh?” His smile turns into a full grin, distorting the pretty features of his face the further it spreads. “I guess they’re not here after all.”

“What are you playing at, priest,” you spit the last word, backing up until you’re flush against the wall.

“Hmm? It’s a simple mistake,” he says, bowing his head to walk into the tiny room.

“It’s not in here!”

“Are you sure? Did you check every inch of it?” He takes up the whole space with both height and presence. Even the air is magnetized by him.

“Where?” Struggling to suck in shallow breaths, you hold out your hands in what you hope is a threatening gesture. “They’re not here.”

“Oh?” His hands close over yours, pushing them down to your sides as he takes another step towards you. His hair falls over his eyes, making it harder to see his face in the already dim light.

“You’re not a priest.”

He chuckles before asking, “What am I?”

“You’re a devil.”

“Not the?”

“What?”

“Not the devil, just one of them?” He bends down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “There must be so many of us.”

“What are you?” The whispered words wouldn’t have been heard anywhere else but the intimacy of the small room makes them audible.

“I thought you had it all figured out.”

“Demon.”

He chuckles again, the sound vibrating against your skin and causing shivers down the right half of your body. His scent circles you, trying to make you bend to its intoxicating will. He smells of danger and lust, and it takes your entire being to resist. “Who’s to say?”

“You’re vile!”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“What are you?” you ask again, pushing your palms firm against his chest. He doesn’t budge.

“What if I said I’m just a priest?”

“I’d saying you’re lying–”

“A priest who’s concerned as to why one of God’s children is so interested in everything he does. A priest that’s noticed a particular member of the flock who’s been watching him. Keeping him close while trying to catch him doing something he shouldn’t. Trying to do only God knows what,” he says, making the sign of the cross while looking towards the ceiling.

“You’re not a priest.”

“Then what? Maybe I’m an actor who’s researching a role? Or a mobster who’s on the run?” He lists off the options on his fingers. “Or, no, maybe I’m part of the witness protection program. Are you trying to blow my cover?”

Narrowing your eyes, your face scrunches as you try to read his face. Between the dull light and the monotone expression he’s providing, you don’t know what to think.

“Or,” he continues, “maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a devil. Maybe I’m the thing your mother warned you about when you were a child. Maybe I’m the thing in the closet, the monster under the bed, your darkest desires made flesh.”

Desire?

“Please let me go,” you whisper. “If you let me out of here I won’t say anything.”

“You won’t?”

“I promise. I’ll forget everything”

“In His house?” When you nod his laughter fills the room and echoes off the walls. “You’re willing to allow darkness to fall on someone else. As long as it’s not you, is that it?”

“What–”

“You’ll forget?” His fingers dig into your scalp, tangling within your hair and snapping your head back. You jut your fists out against his chest as dread fills your body, weighing it down like cement. “What is there to forget? Have I done something to you?”

“I… I don’t know,” you say, the words weak under your strained neck. “Please, I don’t–”

His lips on yours stop the words forming, making you lose your train of thought in the shock of the kiss, both due to the fact that he’s a priest but also from the pleasure it elicits. Heat spreads out across your skin and the hands that had been held up in defence now circle around his back, pulling him closer. He tastes provocative, like the forbidden fruit, like power and control.

Addictive. His scent, his taste, his face; he’s a drug, pure addiction.

Grinding your hips against his, his cock firm under your touch, you suck on his tongue as he lifts you up by your arse. Moaning, you wrap your legs around him with wanton abandon, wanting him more than you’ve wanted anything before. Your hands pull at the tucked material of his shirt in frustration, tugging on the fabric until it yields to your will and you’re able to slip your hands under.

He’s unbuckling his belt and you’re inspecting his chest with your fingertips, neither of you allowing a moment to pass without your lips on each other's skin. Neck, throat, ears and lips, every sensation worshipped as your tongues explore every inch within reach.

His fingers sneak under your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so he can slip a finger inside. Currents of molten lava threaten to erupt from within as you throw your head back. His finger curls up to find that perfect spot with ease, as if he’d already found it before. His thumb circles your clit. Between the pressure of your g-spot and the bundle of nerves he’s caressing, your pussy throbs, each stroke bringing you closer to the orgasm you’ve been denying yourself for way too long.

“This is wrong,” you mutter against his cheek as he adds another finger and nibbles on your ear.

“Sinner.” He chuckles and between the friction of his movements and the way he taunts you with his words, you come undone in his hands, your body shuddering against his as flames course through your veins. It’s bliss.

Is this heaven or hell? Before you can ponder the question, your muscles still spasming from your high, he removes his hand and plunges his thick cock into your dripping pussy. A guttural sob exits your lips and you tense at both the shock of your own voice and the overstimulation of your throbbing clit. Was your heartbeat always this loud? Can he feel it beating against his dick?

“Father Moon Jo?”

Breath hitching, you freeze. It’s one of the gossiping women from the tent. You’ve known her since you were a child but for the life of you you can’t seem to remember her name. She’s walking inside, up the aisle, looking for the man currently balls deep inside your tight cunt. This is your punishment, God is angry that you’re fucking one of His priests, or, well, someone in His church. Letting out a jagged breath, you hope she’ll give up and go away on her own.

The priest bites into your neck and you let out a gasp. Balling up your fists still twisted up inside his shirt, you glare up at him as he continues to move inside you, long slow movements with a devious grin on his lips.

“Ah, Father Moon Jo? Is that you?”

She turns back, the outline of her body barely visible through the grated wood and frosted glass shielding the door. The closer she gets, the easier it is to make her out… meaning the easier it is to make you out. Breathing in a staggered inhale as tears spring to your eyes, you plead silently with the demon in front of you. His grin widens and instead he picks up the pace, thrusting inside you with a carnal hunger. You tremble under the pleasure and if he wasn’t already holding you up, your knees would surely have buckled underneath you.

She’s only a few steps away now. Pounding your fists against his chest doesn’t help. He continues to pound into you at a frantic pace. Shaking your head back and forth, huffed pants and soft whines filling the booth, you drive your hips into his. The room is a sauna, sweat dripping down your back.

“Ah, is someone in there?”

“Yes! Yes!” you scream out the words as he drives into you. She says your name right as you release an animalistic growl.

“Can you come back later?” The priest’s voice is calm, serene. “I’m in the middle of an impromptu confession.”

“Oh? Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll wait outside,” she says, walking quickly back the way she came, throwing a questionable look over her shoulder before she exits.

“The face of the fallen woman is the most delicious,” he says, slamming your back against the wall. He slides his tongue along your throat and across your jaw. “You taste like starlight and broken dreams – exquisite.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this content! If you did, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging and/or following, and check out my masterlist for similar content. Have a great day!

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nocreativityfornames · 4 months

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I like talking about my ocs and I like hearing about other people's ocs, so let's talk about them because why the hell not ( part 1? )

Question, what was your MC doing right before they arrived in the Devildom for the 1° time? I'll start: Magnus was peacefully sleeping inside a bus while making their way home when they got summoned & pulled inside the Council Room, falling on the floor ( ouch ) in front of the brothers and Diavolo.

#“and this is the story of how I fell asleep and woke up in hell 😀”#I have this image on my mind of diavolo and the brothers' pov #just seeing them appear a few feet on the air and immediately FLOP on the ground and stay there #they were concerned fr #“oh my demons we only just summonned them and they're already dead!!" <- asmo panicking #imagine waking up from a fall not only in pain but also in front of a bunch of strangers - demons in fact - telling you that you're in hell #and that you'll now be living with a bunch of demons - Lucifer AND Satan included - for an entire year #Magnus was hoping for everything to be a dream so bad #but then they woke up the next day still at HoL with Lucifer waking them up and the realization came like...#“...Fuck. I'm actually in hell.”#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd lesson 1 #obey me magnus ( my oc )#☙ no creativity for names ✾

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thottybrucewayne · 1 year

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I hope the children of family channels kill their parents for the insurance money

#thotty speaks #the experience sounds fuckin harrowing #imagine having no control over you life like that #imagine being percieved by strangers from childhood hell in some cases since birth!#there are grown ass adult lifestyle vloggers who quit because the it was too much #and you got kids as young as 5 being exposed to the internet and they have no choice in the matter?#money is more important than your child's health and wellbeing #jfc

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allonzy · 2 years

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the gang is getting ready to fight vecna in season 5 and nancy is loading her guns and will just casually asks her to pass him one too and while jonathan is not surprised (because he was there when lonnie was forcing them to learn), mike just freaks out.

i would pay to see that, seriously.

#imagine mike being all #WILL WHAT THE HELL AND NANCY YOURE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF US NOT HAND HIM THE GUN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU #ONLY FOR WILL TO TAKE A PERFECT AIM AT SOMETHING NEAR THEM TO PROVE HIS POINT #AND MIKE STANDS THERE GOBSMACKED #AND HE STARTS LOSING IT AND GOING #HOLY SHIT YOU KNOW HOW TO FIRE A GUN WHAT ELSE DO I NOT KNOW ABOUT YOU WILL WHAT MORE ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME #and the shot lingers on will for a brief moment bc duh he's hiding his feelings and sexuality from him #but now is NOT the time #and nancy and will ask mike to get behind them #all of this happens before will's powers are revealed ofc because once you have powers who needs guns am i right ;)#byler #stranger things #st5 #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #will byers

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page-soobinnie · 8 months

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Hello 🤗🤗🤗

I just saw that you write for Strangers From Hell characters so I wanted to request dating and jealousy headcanons for Moonjo, Jongwoo, Seokyoon and Jieun separately.

I know it's a lot 😅 but there's so little contents about them. So I would really appreciate it if you would. But it's ok if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️ ❤️

✮Them Being Jealous✮

✮Special thanks too: Anon, Moonjo, JongWoo, Seokyoon, Jieun

✮Note: Hi hello!! Thank you for requesting and being my first Request on this account I hope you enjoy it and remember you can request any time as long as it fits my rules ♡︎

✮TW: Moonjo : Psycho JongWoo : Jealousy : Yandere themes : mentions of murder : mentions of a pervert : teeth (Moonjo) : gender of reader is not specified : creepy man in Seokyoon's : Jongwoos boss being weird :

✮Taglist: No one yet but you can join by clicking this link and commenting the category you want or dming me or sending an ask

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Oh boy... He is very protective and Obsessive so he won't let you out Eden without him and the only time he leave leaves is for work so you don't really get to leave maybe once(1) or thrice(3) a week even then your not allowed to look at someone or speak to anyone that's not him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥So if he was to get jealous it would be of someone at Eden no it's not the pervert or the twins, but instead let's say it's Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥I mean Seokyoon is young and cute who wouldn't fall for him, although you already had Moonjo you couldn't deny the little butterflies whenever he smiled at you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo isn't stupid he saw how shy you get around Seokyoon so before bed he brought it up to you "Yn" he said "do you have somthing to tell me?" He continued confused you shook your head "oh no?" He mocked "so you don't feel anything when Seokyoon looks at you? You didn't think I noticed how shy and giggly you get when he smiles at you?" He spoke his voice raising every word, in response you gasped "it's not like that" you say Moonjo wasn't buying it "it's not like that?" He scoffed and looked at the door

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"fine if you like Seokyoon so much" he mumbled rushing out the door with a familiar syringe in his hand you knew you couldn't stop him and if you tried too it'll make it worse on your end

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Later that night Moonjo walked through the door with a bracelet filled to the brim with teeth "here these are Seokyoon's" he said trying to put the bloody bracelet on you in response you jerked your hand away looking up at your face he gave you the crazed smile before setting Seokyoon's teeth down on the table "now to take care of you"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Its no secret that JongWoo has an attitude with people he can't stand or that annoy him or weird him out

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The two of you were at his work place you visiting to give him emotional support because of the things he's told you about Eden and how scared he was

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yn" he said causing you to raise your head from his shoulder "do me a favor and get documents from there" he said pointing at a file cabinet through a glass window after describing the kind he needs you walked to the file cabinet and bent down to search

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Unknown to your knowledge you've attracted a viewer the quiet guy who sits next to JongWoo was not so subtly starring at your butt

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yah" Jongwoo said grabbing the attention of everyone in the room including you "dont stare at my partner like that" he said the guy looked around a bit embarrassed "wait what happened" you said coming back with what JongWoo needed JongWoo snatched the file from you before grabbing your arm and forcing you back to your seat on the other side of him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"I caught him starring at your butt" he said loud enough for everyone to hear you gasped before you heard giggling "that's gross" you heard the girl next to you mumble the guy looked down "your not even going to apologize?" JongWoo said standing up from his chair getting ready to grab the dudes keyboard you were quick to stop JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Don't your gonna get yourself in trouble" you mumbled holding on to his hands JongWoo scoffed "I don't care he needs to apologize" JongWoo said snatching his hand away from you "yah!" He said the guy refusing to look at him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"what's going on out here?" The big boss said coming out his office "JongWoo caught him starring at yn's butt" the girl said next you in a disgusted tone "are you not going to apologize?" JongWoo scoffed "yah asshole!" JongWoo yelled kicking his chair the guy flinched "JongWoo!" You gasped "stop Yn" he said trying to pull his hands away from you "dont jeopardize your job for me" you said pulling him into a hug hoping to calm him down

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo visibly relaxed before wrapping his arms around your waist "your more important to me than this job" he whispered you sighed "baby please I dont want to see you suffer because some hentai loving asshole can't keep his eyes to himself" you said rubbing his back JongWoo slightly giggled "I love you" he said swaying the two of you back and forth "I know" you said hearing him slightly gasp before pinching your back you giggled "I love you too now let's get you back to work" you said the rest of his time working there JongWoo had a really bad attitude towards the guy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon is a very understanding person he prefers to look on the bright side of things which means he hardly ever gets jealous

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Hes more protective of you like let's say you go to a bar with him after he begged you too, the two of you were relaxing having a good time cuddled up to one another in the corner kissing every two seconds Seokyoon stood up saying he had to use the toilet he promised to be fast and when Seokyoon makes a promise he'll keep it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥While waiting for your boyfriend a random man comes and sits Infront of you "are you alone?" He asked eyeing your body you shifted uncomfortably in your seat "no-no I'm here with my boyfriend" you said quietly "boyfriend?" The man laughed "you mean that kid that walked to the bathroom?" He said acting like he just said the funniest thing in the world "Seokyoon isn't a kid don't call him that and please leave me alone" you said fear washing away replacing with irritation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥In response the man laughed "you could date a real man" he said emphasizing 'real' you scoffed "I told you I have a boyfriend" you said leaning back in your chair slightly jumping when you felt a familiar hand touch your shoulder "besides your not much of a real man if you can't take a hint" Seokyoon hissed out towards the man

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The tone in Seokyoons voice was something you never heard before the man gulped "sorry" he said standing up before rushing away. You and Seokyoon sighed in unison before you both bust out laughing after a minute or two Seokyoon sat back in his chair on the right side of you trapping you between him and the wall again

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Sorry I couldn't get here faster baby" he said playing with your fingers "it's fine I just wanted him gone he stank" you jokes scrunching up your nose Seokyoon giggled before leaning in to kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun is a pouty type of jealous like if your paying too much attention to another girl that isn't her she'll pout and latch herself to your arm

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥when the two of you leave that conversation she'll speak on it "you know she was flirting right?" She mumbled "that's why I left as soon as possible I don't need her I have an amazing girlfriend right here a clingy but adorable one too" you said ripping your arm out her hold in order to hug her "oh whatever" she said wrapping her arms around your waist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun needs reassurance so you being the amazing partner you are made sure she gets that assurance

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