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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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your imprint's on my soul || Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

summary: When Hyun-Su's monster shows up at your door, he teases you and implies that Hyun-Su wants more with you than what you've shared before so, when Hyun-Su wakes up, you decide to act on that.

word count: 4.1k

warnings & tags: canon-typical angst, fluff, smut, explicit consent, dry-humping, thigh-riding if you squint, handjob (male receiving), they're both virgins and are both painfully awkward, this is very soft tbh

first one-shot · previous one-shot

This one-shot can be read independently as there is nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts, but I do recommend reading them for context.

A/N: sooo, we've reached the first smutty installment for this series, though this feels so tame and so soft I don't even know if it deserves that name. It's what felt right to me for the development of their relationship and what I think makes sense for their characters! I hope you'll enjoy it!

Hyun-Su always knocks. It doesn’t matter that you’ve told him he didn’t have to anymore, doesn’t matter that you’ve offered to give him a key. He still knocks, a soft rap against your door that you’ve learned to recognize from anywhere you are in the house — it’s probably the first time ever that you are truly thankful for the terrible soundproofing in there. When Hyun-Su isn’t there, you spend your time waiting to hear it again, whether consciously or not.

So when you hear something brutally hitting your door, the sound echoing through your silent house, it doesn’t cross your mind that it could be him.

You stumble through the house to grab your bat, heart beating so fast it’s threatening to fall out of your chest. Whether it’s a monster or a desperate survivor trying to get in, you need to be ready to defend yourself.

You’re slowly approaching the door when whoever — or whatever — is outside hits the door twice more.

“C’mon now, I haven’t got all day.”

You still. You recognize the voice instantly, of course you do, but what you don’t recognize is the tone, or even how loud it is, for that matter.

“Hyun-Su?” you call out quietly.

It’s not the smartest decision, because if it’s not him, it lets whatever’s out there know you’re here, but you can’t see yourself leaving him outside.

“You could say that,” the voice answers, and it’s still obviously Hyun-Su, and it’s still wrong, somehow.

But, after a couple seconds of further hesitation, you decide to open the door anyway. You’ve heard it before, that tone, you think, even if it’s blurry now. Plus, you cannot bear the thought of letting Hyun-Su out there, if it really is him. You tighten your hold on your bat, and carefully open the door.

The second you do, Hyun-Su walks in like he owns the place. It is so unlike him that you get ready to swing, but he spots you and grabs it from your hand easily, using his pull on it to get you closer to him, his other hand coming to your waist to stabilize you with a gentleness that contrasts with the abruptness of his movement. Once he does, he shoots you a grin that makes you knees weak, and, as his blue eyes stare straight into yours, you finally understand what is going on.

“All that for me?” he asks, glancing at the bat.

You don’t bother to answer him. You remember too well the state he was in last time you saw this— well— version of him, and your eyes run over his body, followed by your hands, checking for injuries. But while his sweater is in worst shape than usual, and you find blood that you think is fresh on there, his skin is intact under your fingers.

When you look into his eyes again, you find him staring at you, amused.

“You can keep going,” he teases. Your face starts burning and you take a step back, embarrassed, but he follows right after you, eyes devouring you. “Come on, you know you want to. Why not just give in?”

Your back hits the wall, and he leans closer, like a cat playing with a mouse. The difference is, though your heart is hammering in your chest, you don’t feel that scared. Nervous, sure, but there is no actual threat to his tone, or even to his attitude.

“I’m not— I’m not doing anything Hyun-Su wouldn’t want,” you answer, and you somehow find it in yourself to lift your chin defiantly as you do.

Meeting this version of Hyun-Su’s eyes sends a rush of heat through you once again. Beneath the amusement, there is so much more. Fascination. Adoration, even.

He lets out a brief laugh at your words.

“Please,” he practically purrs, “you can’t think that he doesn’t want this.” You stare at him, and his grin widens. “Maybe you should ask him, then.” He leans closer to you, mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath tickling your cheek. “Ask him what he thinks about when he’s alone at night.” Your cheeks are on fire. “Ask him what he thinks about when you’re lying in bed next to him.” Your breath catches in your throat. “Ask him what he thinks of doing to you.”

He laughs again, and Lord, you don’t know how your legs haven’t given up underneath you yet.

“Come back to me if he still doesn’t have the guts to do anything,” he whispers in your ear. “For now, I think we’ll take a nap.”

That’s all the warning you get before he collapses into you and you can do nothing but slide down to the floor, holding Hyun-Su’s now unconscious body in your arms. You curse the monstrous part of him under your breath, but you know, deep down, that it’s less about that and more about the fact that he’s leaving you with your whole body practically vibrating with feelings and desires you’ve been having more and more as of late.

Your relationship with Hyun-Su is good. It’s great. It makes you happy, so much happier than you thought would ever be possible after the world ended.

But you’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been a— yearning, a longing for more. Something you haven’t put precise words on, something that is almost fully new to you, because though you had fooled around with the boyfriend you briefly had at the beginning of college, the two of you had never gotten really far. You suspect it’s even more foreign to Hyun-Su.

You do know you have an effect on him, you’re not blind. You know how he can get when he loses himself in you, when he finally lets go of all the weight he carries on his shoulders. You, however, also know how embarrassed he gets when his body reacts to you in ways he can’t fully control. You’re just not sure he’s ready for taking the relationship further and, if you’re being honest, the fear of rejection has kept you from bringing up the subject.

Except that after this conversation, the monster’s words are swirling in your mind, and you can no longer pretend that the desire that makes your pulse quicken isn’t there.

Now’s not the time for that, though. You do your best to carry Hyun-Su to the couch, something you doubt you could have done before the Apocalypse forced you to put on some muscle, cover him with a blanket, just in case, because his sweater is starting to have more holes than fabric, and sit by his side so his head rests on your lap. All that’s left to do now, is to wait for him to wake up.

It’s fine, though.

You’re used to waiting for him.

Hyun-Su opens his eyes, and at first, he just feels warm and good and safe. For once in his life, nothing hurts. Your hand’s in his hair, fingers brushing against his scalp pleasantly every now and then and—

And he doesn’t remember coming to your place or seeing you.

He jumps up, eyes surveying the apartment, which looks the same it always does, then you when he turns around. All he sees there is mild confusion.

“Did you have a bad dream?” you ask.

“Did you see him?” he asks in reply.

You frown for a second, before understanding passes on your face, and Hyun-Su feels the blood draining from his face.

Last time, the monster had been with you for a couple minutes, at most. This time…

He hadn’t thought he would come here. He’d been far away, when the group of humans had gotten attacked. Intervening had been the right thing to do, he’d thought — until he’d started getting shot at. The words they’d hurled at him, he’d all heard before, during a time of his life he wished he could forget. With his attention split between the monsters still trying to get past him on one side, and the arrows and bullets coming from the other side, the monster had managed to take over.

And maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t fought it as hard as he should have.

He had never thought you’d get caught in the crossfire.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Are you— Are you—”

Hurt. Angry. Disgusted.

“I’m fine,” you answer him. You don’t hesitate to reach out to gently touch his face, and your smile is so sincere it’s almost blinding. “Nothing happened.”

He leans into your touch, unable to stop himself, and though he still feels the need to protest, it gets easier to believe you each time you reassure him you don’t despise him.

“It didn’t do anything to you?” he asks, voice low and quiet.

You shake your head, but he can’t miss the way you glance away briefly, avoiding his eyes at first.

“He didn’t hurt me,” you tell him, and he can tell it’s true, but—

“What did it do?” There’s urgency in his voice, panic even. He grabs your arms to look into your eyes, the window to the soul, they say, but he cannot read into you, no matter how much he searches.

“Nothing,” you say, but again, he can tell that there’s more to it, and he doesn’t let go, until you cave in. “He just said something.”

“What did he say?” Hyun-Su presses on. Fear is invading his every bone, wrapping its vines around his heart and squeezing it.

“Nothing important,” you insist, but it only makes him more desperate, because if you don’t want to tell him, it must be something bad, must be something deep and dark and twisted, must be something that could make you hate him. When he doesn’t let up, you sigh. “He just said to ask you something.”

Hyun-Su’s mind goes quiet.

“Ask me what?”

His mouth is dry, his lips move painfully.

“Just— He said, I should ask you what you want to— to do to me.”

It’s like a bomb just went off.

Hyun-Su lets go of you. It feels as if his whole face is burning. Shame and embarrassment overtake him, and suddenly he can’t look at you anymore, just wants to run out the door, but his body is refusing to move. He’s stuck in place like a rabbit in headlights.

“I’m sorry,” he says automatically, whipping his head in the other direction, since that all he can do.

“So, you, um, you… are thinking about it?” you ask, your voice piercing straight through his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“No, no, I’m, uh—”

You grab his hand, scooting closer to him on the couch, until your knees touch his. And it grounds him. Slowly, reason starts to creep back up from under all the thoughts, and he hears the eagerness in your question.

“J-just so we’re on the same page,” you say, as he slowly turns his head to look at you once more, “you’re thinking about… having sex. With me.”

It’s precious, how you lower your voice to say ‘sex’, and then frown in annoyance at yourself. Hyun-Su still wants to tear his hand from yours, run away before you can tell him how much of a freak, of a monster you think he is. But he can’t.

He thinks he’d rather you rip his heart out, as long as you do it with your bare hands, than to live without your touch ever again.

Slowly, he nods. His face and ears are tingling, and he’s sure he’s bright red by now.

“I shouldn’t,” he mumbles. You’ve given him so much already. So much he hadn’t dared to hope for in years. He shouldn’t ask for even more. He doesn’t deserve more.

But your hands tighten around his. Your mouth opens, closes, your tongue comes out to wet your lips as you hesitate and fidget nervously.

“No, you, uh, you should,” you stutter before catching yourself, closing your eyes like you don’t want to see what’s in front of you before you take a leap of faith. “I mean— I think about it. About you.”

A light buzz starts again in his ears.

“I didn’t know,” you keep mumbling. “I mean, I wasn’t sure that you—” Your gaze goes from his hand to the floor, everywhere so you don’t have to look at him. “That you wanted me. So I’m— It’s, uh, it’s good to know.”

“I want you,” Hyun-Su blurts out without thinking, and of course then you look at him, with wide, pretty eyes, and if he wasn’t blushing before, he sure is now. His face could burst into flames any second. “I hate that I can’t—” His eyes fall on your legs, with the dress you’re wearing riding up on your thighs. “—touch you.” If he wasn’t so scared, if he was braver… “I just…” A whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t,” you say patiently. “I trust you.”

“But I don’t,” he mumbles, looking down at the floor. “You’re so— fragile. If I lost control for a second…”

He sees you hesitate. He expects you to tell him, again, that he wouldn’t lose control, maybe that the monster inside him wouldn’t hurt you. Thing is, you might be right, but it doesn’t matter how unlikely it is. That’s not a risk he can take.

“Okay,” you say instead. “Okay. But what if— what if I was the one touching you?”

He almost wishes you hadn’t said it, with how badly he immediately wants it.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. His throat is dry. His whole body is aching for you.

“And if I want to?” You tilt your head, all pretty, and oh, how can he deny you anything?

“Please,” he whispers.

Your lips part and your breath seems to stutter, before you lean in and kiss him, and it’s like he’s finally come home. It starts off soft, slow, no different from any kiss the two of you have shared in the past weeks. Your hand comes up to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek.

Hyun-Su melts. He parts his lips to welcome in your tongue, lets you take the lead and set the pace for the kiss without thinking about it twice.

Then he feels you move. It’s barely there at first, your hand that’s not on his face coming to rest on his shoulder, and all that is known territory. Even if your fingers actually touch his skin there, because of the numerous holes in his clothing, he can handle that.

His eyes snap open again, though, when you move your leg over his so you can come sit in his lap, straddling him. You notice immediately.

“Is that okay? We can stop—”

“No, I—”

He doesn’t want you to stop. He wants more with you, so bad, and though he would never say it out loud, he’s desperate for you to show him that you’re not disgusted in him. Every time you kiss him, every time you touch him, every time you take his hand and lead him in bed with you, he comes closer to truly believing it.

But, ah, with this last conversation, even if it’s not the first time he’s had you in his lap, he feels— heated. He can feel himself growing hard, and he’s still embarrassed at the thought that you can feel him. Despite what he said, his hands are on your waist, holding tight. He doesn’t remember if he chose to do that.

After all, his desire for you aligns with what the monster wants so closely that he’s— scared. He’s so scared of losing control. But you’re looking at him so lovingly, and he wants you so bad… Can he be selfish? Just this once?

“Don’t stop,” he almost begs, and seeing how eagerly you nod in reply is like an explosion of warmth in his chest.

Your lips crash against his again, harder, with more purpose. Your fingers card through his hair, and the feeling of your light pull on them goes straight to his core, more enjoyable than he thinks it should be, though he’s in no position to linger on it, not when the next thing you do is to experimentally roll your hips on top of him.

From your perspective, it’s a clumsy movement, one you’re unsure of. From his, it’s a rush of pure pleasure when you rub against his hard cock, one that makes him openly moan, his mouth falling open enough that he breaks the kiss. The second he realizes what kind of noise came out of him, he raises his hand to cover his mouth, cheeks turning crimson.

He’s not daring to look at you, not at first anyway, until he feels your lips brushing against his fingers, pressing soft kisses against his hand.

“Still good?” you ask.

And he is, but he’s not trusting his voice all that much for now, so he just nods. A smile dances on your lips as you kiss down his jaw.

“Also,” you add, “I’m not— I don’t have much— experience, in all, uh, that. So you should— you should let me know. What feels good. What doesn’t.”

“That felt good,” he admits quietly, and your smile turns into a grin against his skin.

“I could tell.”

What you don’t say is how hot you found both the sound and the thought that you could affect him like that, how badly you want to press your legs together so you can alleviate the ache you’re feeling down there, how you’re worried you actually want him even more than he wants you.

Instead of saying all that — it would make you feel so naked and so vulnerable, and disarm you completely, which doesn’t seem like a good idea for now —, you start trailing your kisses down his neck. There’s one spot there that makes him whimper, more discreetly than before, but you latch onto it all the same, tongue coming out to flick against the skin, pulling on it softly between your teeth. He writhes and whines under you, and when his cock rubs against you just right, you gasp against him.

You’re delighted to see reddish skin when you pull away. He’ll heal, and there will be no trace of it by morning, but there’s something satisfying about it — and the glassy look he gives you, lips swollen and parted, hair a mess on the back of the couch, with that proud mark right above his collarbone… is purely sinful.

Your fingers hook in his hoodie.

“Can I?” you ask.

He’d go to the moon and back for you.

He nods.

You pull it over his head, struggle a little when it gets caught in his hair, then manage to pull him free and kiss him again with a giggle. It’s sweet. You’re still wearing your dress, but it’s the first time he feels your hands directly on his skin all the same, and even if his body’s burning up, your touch sets him ablaze.

You explore his body with hungry eyes and hands, follow the shape of his pectorals, then move down to his abs. You trace the muscles, slowly, and as you move down, closer to his crotch, he can no longer suppress a shiver. You still for a second, and he watches you with wide eyes, waiting for you to keep moving, so badly wanting you to keep going. Finally, your fingers brush against the button of his jeans. Silently, meeting his eyes, you ask for his permission. He swallows, nods again.

He’s nervous, almost painfully so, but he notices that your fingers are shaking as you have to try three times to get it open, and it reassures him, in some ways. It reminds him that, for all the issues he has, this is new for the both of you. There are no expectations to meet, just the two of you discovering, together, what works for you.

Once the button isn’t in the way, you, very carefully, move your hand under his jeans, but over his boxers. The second he feels your hand hesitantly closing over his cock, even through the fabric, he throws his head back, trying his best not to moan again and only half-succeeding.

You watch his reactions closely as you keep touching him, slipping your hand under the boxers after a few seconds. This time he does moan, a high-pitched noise that you take to mean you’re doing something right — even if you have no idea what you’re doing. How tight should your grip be? How fast should you move? Should you be saying something? Should he be saying something?

His cock is rock hard between your fingers, harder than you’d have expected; larger, too. It seems to have been that way for a while, maybe since you’ve started kissing, based on how wet with precum it is. You tighten your grip around it a little, then slide your hand down, slowly, down to the base. He moans again, and you feel him twitch between your fingers.

“Um,” you mumble, “I, uh, I don’t really know— is that— is there anything I should—”

Hyun-Su’s looks up at you, flushed and panting. One of his hands comes to your thigh, and now you’re the one shivering under his touch. You don’t think he even notices though. You’re dripping wet yourself, but for now you just want to make him feel good. If things go well, if he stays open to this sort of things, there’ll be plenty of time to deal with that… later. At the moment, all you want is to show him that pleasure doesn’t have to lead to anything negative.

“J-just, keep going,” he mumbles. “You can, ah, you can go a little faster, if you…”

The rest of his words gets lost in the next moan as you follow his advice, moving your hand up and down his cock, the wetness helping the movement. Despite yourself, you rock your hips against his leg, the pressure of it between your legs feeling so delicious, you can’t deny it to yourself at the moment.

Under you, Hyun-Su is lost in pleasure. Your rhythm is hesitant, you’re not holding him quite as tight as he’d like, but oh, your hand is soft and gentle, and it still feels so much better than his own. The fact that you’re all pressed against him, your breath against his neck, your scent filling him, it’s all much more than what he had imagined — because, yes, in shameful moments, he’d pictured this kind of scenes, but they had never felt as good, pleasure running through his veins and flooding his body.

Any time he indulged in them, though, he came faster than usual, and now, with the real thing, he realizes too late how quickly he is approaching his climax.

“Wait,” he hears himself mumble, “I’ll—”

But he’s already coming, and the strength of the orgasm leaves him breathless as he humps against your hand, trying to make it last longer.

“Oh,” is all you comment, and even through the haze, embarrassment spreads through him as he realizes that there’s cum on your hand and on his stomach. At least he cannot turn any redder now.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “sorry, I—”

“No, I— I thought that was pretty hot, actually,” you say, giving him a smile, and thank fuck you’ve taken his hand off him, because he wouldn’t want to have to explain why that’s making him twitch again. “I’ll just— you probably want to get cleaned up.”

“I’m— Yeah, but—” He glances down at your body. He felt you rocking against him earlier, even if he wasn’t exactly in the right mind to say something about it. “Don’t you— Don’t you want to, uh…”

“Ah, I’m fine, I just— I just wanted to make you feel good for now.”

And just as he thought his heart rate might go back to normal at some point, there it is, spiking again.

“We can do that— some other time. If you’d like to.”

There is nothing he wouldn’t give to you.

“I would. I would like that.”

Your smile is a promise for more, your kiss is sweet, and for the first time in forever, Hyun-Su forgets about the monster.

He’s in your arms, and it’s all that matters.

i’ve been trying to figure out what to put here. i already feel like i’m kinda begging for comment on my posts, which i don’t like doing, but i figured i’d try to explain at least once what i’ve been feeling lately — plus i'm starting a new job on Monday and i don't know how much time i'll have to write after that. truth is, the lack of interactions i’ve been getting on here, on these stories, has been kind of depressing to me. i know people are reading them, considering the amount of notes, and it’s hard not to question whether it’s my writing that’s not good enough to make people want to leave a comment, or if it's just how fandom is now and in that case it just might not be for me anymore. i mean, i write for myself first, but i post because i want to share with others, i want to see their reactions, know how my writing makes them feel… and lately it just feels like i’m screaming in the void and nothing else. it’s been hard to stay motivated honestly. so, yeah. you don’t have to leave a comment, especially if you didn’t like it, i get it, i’m not trying to guilt-trip you. i just. feel the need to explain this at least once, in case it changes someone’s mind, and if it doesn't, i'll know i tried. if you've ever commented, reblogged with tags, sent an ask, know that i'm so thankful for you and you truly keep me going.

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nerdofthecentrey · 1 year

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For Them | Cha Hyun-Su x Human Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Angsty

Summary: You do what you can to protect others and get hurt in the process.

Warnings: Blood, Getting hurt, monster descriptions, normal Sweet home stuff

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It had been 16 days since this all started, It was terrifying but you wouldn’t lose hope. You wanted to stay alive not necessarily for yourself but to be with Hyun-Su. And for Kim Su-Yeoung and Kim Yeoung-Su the little kids both you’d both saved. You were determined for them to live, even in this cruel world they still deserved a chance.

You stood next to the stairs that lead into the rest of the apartment building. Your boyfriend stood across from you with that faraway look in his eyes.

“ I hate that you have to do this.” You sighed, glancing at the beaten door.

“Don’t.”

You looked back at him and he had this dead serious look in his eyes. You understood this was for the best but you still hate the way they treat him. You wish he wouldn’t take shit from everyone.

“ Gosh, Hyun-Su..I can’t keep letting them treat you like a caged animal. I’m gonna talk to Eun-Hyeok.-“

“ Y/N, Please.” Hyun-Su rested his hand on your shoulder bring you back.

“ I’m sorry, It’s just your doing so much for everyone here…. It’s like they don’t even care. I hate that.” You pause for sec thinking before you continue with, “ It’s okay if your hurt by this Hyun-Su. Your aloud to be upset-“

“ I have to go.” He cut you off in a quiet tone ready to retreat. You snatch his face back before he can go placing your lips on his gently. Warmth fills you and you savor the feeling. You never know when it may be the last time.

You headed into the daycare center not expecting to see Eun-Hyeok. It looked like he had just gotten finished talking because everyone was dead silent. He walked straight pass you out the door you followed. But before you could even say anything he spoke.

“ The answer is no.”

You suck your teeth, “ You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

He turned.

“ I’m guessing it’s about Hyun-Su. My answer is no.” with that he walked away. You let out sharp sigh. You‘ll get him eventually just not now.

“ Y/N..?” A small voice spoke in almost a whisper. It was Yeong-Su. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his sister stood close behind him.

“ What’s up?” I asked a little worried.

“ Umm…” The little boy started his sister finished.

“ He wants you to come with us to get his toy. He lost it when we first got here. It’s on this floor. We just don’t want to get lost.”

Your heart warmed a little at the fact they were asking you and not someone else.

“ Of course, Shall we?” You held out your hand to the boy he toke it with a grin.

You all walked through the halls of the first floor. It’s only now you really understand how much a maze this building is. It makes your stomach turn a little at how many people actually lived here. Meaning how many lost their lives and how many turned. You guys had been walking for a little while before you could resist asking the boy.

“ Are we headed the right way?” He noded slowly showing you clear as day he was unsure.

“ Do you remember exactly where you lost it?”

“ No..” It sounded like he was gonna cry.

“ Yeong-Su!” His sister shouted forcefully pushing his hand out of his. “ You said you knew!”

“ I did know! … I thought I did.” He shouted back.

“ Hey.” You said sharply catching both of their attention. “ It doesn’t matter. We’re gonna find the toy either way. Let’s think of it like a mission okay?”

“ People who are working together shouldn’t argue and pointlessly yell at each-other. Deep breath.” You you inhale as did they. You exhale as did they. “ Now, Yeong-Su. Do you remember the area of where you left your toy?”

“ Yes, there was dirt it was in the hallway near the graves. It rolled into a room.”

“ That’s Good! I’m sure we’ll find it no time!” Before you can continue something goes off in your body. The atmosphere sudden tilting.

A bucket loudly crashed from the hall in front of you.

You push the kids behind you, cursing at yourself for not bringing a weapon. How are you constantly telling other to be prepared for anything and you aren’t even prepared. You look around for anything to use and find a short pole.

Just then you could see the shadow of a monster creeping up the hall. It’s tall and lengthy. You push the kids back the opposite way of the hall. Pushing them to run.

You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to make loud noises but you weren’t far from everyone else. You wanted them to be safe as soon as possible being in the hallway was too vulnerable.

Just then the monster let out a loud screeching noises. You turn back just in time to see it round the corner, headed straight at you.

“ Run!” You shout. The kids pick up the pase sobs coming Yeong-Su and Su-Yeong pulling her brother along with all her might.

You grab a random cabinet pulling it down pushing multiple things in the way. It seems to slow the monster long enough for you to make back to the main area near the elevator.

Thud!

Yeong-Su fell to the floor. You quickly swept him up as fast as you.

A whimper come from Su-Yeong. Your head whipped around to see the monster creeping slowly into the room. Your heart was already pounding in your ears, your bones started to fell stif.

“ Go.” You tell them.

“But-“

“ Get the others.”

Su- Yeong didn’t wait she grabbed her brothers arm pulling him along.

You felt your body relax a little when you heard their foots steps getting quieter only for the monster to come bones cracking and stretching out with thin skin covering it. It was sickening to look at. You held up your pole knowing these we’re probably your last moments. But you were okay with that. As long as the others live.

Suddenly one of the arms came flying at you, you swung it away like baseball. Of course it only flew back but so far.

You ran closer to the main entrance leading it father into the hall.

“ Let’s go!” You yelled.

The monster seemed to let out some words you couldn’t understand. Only the word,

“ Family. ” “ I’ll do it for my family.”

The monster croaked sending his arm like tentacle thing towards you. You dodge to your left the tentacle missing you. But the sharp edge of a cabinet not.

You inhale sharply, but you can’t feel anything, not yet at least. Your whole body just feels warm and ready to move. You push yourself up from your spot grabbing onto the wall. You place your hand on your stomach to stop it from bleeding so much you fell the thick liquid coating your hand.

“ My family…my family…” The monster kept saying to itself eyes twitching. Sounding like it was trying to think or remember.

You leaned up against the pole watching the monster,

“ Hey!” A voice shouted a glass bottle was chucked at the monster it screeched in pain as it burst to flames. You jolt back from the heat your body hitting the wall feeling weak as ever. Ji-su rushing to you.

“ Oh my god, that’s a lot of blood.” She states.

“ Thanks a couldn’t tell.” You groan. Just then a loud buzzing sound rang from the door. You knew it was Hyun-Su it kept ringing violently. Till Sang-Wook opened it, you heard your boyfriend rushing down the stairs. Everyone watching the creature burn. His eyes fell on you.

“ Y/N!” He ran to you.

“ Hey.” You croaked.

He stared at you with a lost look on his face Ji-Su held you up. He had his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he didn’t know what to say.

“ Maybe you should help!” Ji-Su shouted at him.

“ Right.” Hyun-Su said. “ I’m gonna lift you. It’s easier okay.”

He carried you to the room where Yu-ri works in. She patched you up carefully, Meanwhile you tried hard not to curse. While Hyun-Su stared with his lost eyes.

Once Yu-ri left you spoke.

“ Don’t keep looking like that.” You tell him.

“ What?”

You pause for second your heartbreaks a little, “ You look so lost. Why don’t you just share what your thinking?” Hyun-Su looks taken back but you go on.“ Hyun-Su, I won’t judge you for how you feel. I want you to tell me not keep it bottled up inside. Out of all the people still left in this word I won’t be the one to judge you.”

You watch a tear slowly falls down his face, you reach up brushing it away softly. He grabs your hand pushing your palm against his face. It’s like he said it all in that moment. More of his tears fall for the first time it’s like a wall had fallen down slowly. You watch him breakdown right in front of you. It hurt you to see. You pull his head down to rest between your neck and shoulders. Massaging his head gently.

“ I’m here, Hyun-Su.”

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A/N: Okay this is my first time writing anything that has so many parts to contribute in and my first Kdrama. Hopefully this is good. I might end up switching or adding more the ending. Let me know if you have any tips and/or misspellings.

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pinievsev · 4 months

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hii can you write a seokchan (sweet home) fanfic where reader/oc is being harmed by other survivors in the stadium and seokchan happened to be there so he teaches them a lesson. kinda touch her or I'll kill you vibe, knowing seokchan is a gentleman and doesn't resort to violence i think it'd be hot to see him being protective of his girl

mine to protect

Pairing: Kang seokchan x reader (can be viewed as any gender)

Warnings: blood and violence, not proofread (in desperate need of a proofreader)

Genre: angst + fluff

Story under the cut

It's been happening for a few weeks now, you thought you had it under control, you thought you could deal with it, but it's been getting bad lately.

You see, near the begining of the apocalypse you'd gotten with your boyfriend, kang seokchan, who just so happens to be a member of the platoon.

You'd kept it a secret for a while, no one had a clue, yet somehow another survivor in the "base" had saw you two together and word spread quickly.

People accused you of being with him so you could get extra food or things after the platoon's expeditions, or have extra protection and be a priority.

Of course it wasn't true, you genuinely love seokchan with all your heart, he was there for you and you were there for him since the start. Since the world started going to shit he's all you've had and you're all he's had.

You rested your head on the wall you were sitting against, not bothering to stop your nose from bleeding any further. You licked your lips, a strong metallic taste left on your tongue due to the red liquid that stained your face.

A few minutes ago, you were simply minding your business, making your way back to your makeshift bed after helping an elderly lady get back to hers, when a group of about 5 other survivors attacked you, screaming profanities your way and landing hit after hit on you with all the strength they had left in them.

You tried to fight back, but 5 against 1 wasn't exactly a fair fight. So you let them. 'it'll be over soon' you told yourself.

What you had failed to notice was a young kid hiding behind a corner, watching the brutal scene unfold Infront of him. What you also failed to notice was the way he scrambled to his feet, sprinting towards the room the platoon members usually gathered in, dodging people on his way and even bumping on to a few, focus on his goal. Finding your boyfriend.

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice booming down the hall, getting closer and closer accompanied by the sound of quick heavy steps.

You looked over, turning your head causing pain to shoot up the back of your neck. Seokchan messily halted to a stop Infront of you, kneeling down to your level, worry and concern visible on the man's features.

"What happened?!" He questioned as he helped you sit up properly and checked your injuries. You hissed in pain but kept your lips sealed. He already had alot to worry about, you didn't want him to worry about you either.

His eyes found yours and he placed a hand on the back of your head gently. "Tell me. Please." You shook your head the action barely visible as moving at all made the pain was unbearable.

He sigh at your stubbornness and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak again a quiet voice interrupted him "they were attacked sir." The same boy that had barged inside the room cutting off the Sargent's speech said.

Seokchan looked at the boy, urging him to explain further. You also averted your gaze to him, pleading for him not to say anymore, but to your dismay he did. He explained everything, from how people have been treating you to what they thought of you and what they say about you.

Seokchan's breath hitched, getting cough in his throat he simply nodded towards the kid who took that as a sign to leave.

Once his small frame disappeared out of sight he turned back to you. "How long?" You sighed and closed your eyes before speaking "a couple weeks".

You heard him groan and mumble something "come on" he helped you to your feet and slung your arm over his shoulder, supporting you as you walked back to his room where he had you sit down as he patched you up wordlessly.

You watched him as he worked, the way his brows furrowed in concentration and the way he licked his lips every few seconds.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked suddenly catching the man of guard. He didn't respond until he finished his work.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He asked placing everything back in place. "For, you know, not telling you." He shook his head and looked at your, smoothing out the plaster on your right cheek

"I'm not. I would never be mad at you honey. Maybe, I am a little sad but not mad, never mad" you breathed out in relief, a breath you were unaware you'd been holding.

"I'm sorry. I just... I didn't want you to worry, you already have so much on your plate and you risk your life every day-"

"Don't worry about that. No matter what you'll always be my top priority, like you've always been my love." He assured you.

Moving to sit by you on his bed he snakes his arms around your waist, bringing you close to him and laying back with you in his arms.

"For now, you just get some rest and when you wake up, I'll need names." You chuckled at the man's words "seokchan-"

"I'm serious." You shook your head but agreed nonetheless. You closed your eyes, quickly drifting off. From now on, you won't care what anyone thinks of you, you'll Stan up for yourself and won't depend on anyone to fight on your behalf. Not as long as you had Kang seokchan by your side.

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stray-kaz · 3 months

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Sunshine : a Cha Hyun-su x f!reader two shot : Part One

Summary: As Hyun-su's best friend, you refused to let him move away alone, so you left home and followed him to the Green Home building. Certain situations lead to feelings being revealed and you're not just friends anymore.

Thank you, @writingmysanity for helping me work at this and get it out. I finished it sitting in the dark.

Some adult behaviour, mind yourselves, mind your p's and q's.

Bright morning light burned through the gaps in the thin curtains, but it wasn't that which woke you. The persistent hammering of thumbs on a controller breached your sleep and forced you to open your eyes. Rubbing the sleepy dust from the corners, you could now see more clearly the dark haired boy sitting facing away from you, headphones set firmly in position.

"Hey" you said, to no response. "Hyun-su!"

Still nothing. You looked around and spotted your oldest favourite stuffed animal, a black bear named Paws, and flung it at his head. He whipped the headphones off, twisted round to see you and glowered.

"What?" he mumbled, a tiny smile twitching at his lips as he noticed your bedhead and sleepy expression.

You sighed and flicked one of the headphones now hanging around his neck.

"You woke me up" you complained.

Hyun-su squinted at you and shook his head.

"It was the sun" he argued.

"It wasn't the sun, sunshine" you persisted. "It was your noisy thumbs on the noisy controller."

He rolled his eyes at you.

"Would you rather hear the screams in the game?" he asked dryly.

You flopped onto your back and nodded against the pillow.

"Yes. I would rather hear the screams."

You stretched languidly and he found his gaze drawn to your body, to the soft cotton straining over your chest and the pair of his boxers you had stolen the night before, when he hadn't been able to speak to ask you why.

He blinked and turned away, spying Paws still lying on his side next to him on the floor. He picked him up and placed him carefully on your stomach, so you could wrap your arms around him. You smiled and kissed the bear's head.

"Thank you, sunshine."

"Welcome" he mumbled back, before turning around to face the TV again, slowly easing his headphones back into place.

Hyun-su turned the sound right down low so that when he heard you start shuffling around to find your clothes and get dressed, he wouldn't turn by accident. But his ears burned all the same, hidden by the headphones. Years of being by your side hadn't dampened his heart any.

Hyun-su didn't remember how late it was when he finally went to bed last night, but when consciousness flooded back in, it became clear that you had moved over in your sleep. Your back had been to him when he fell asleep, but you had rolled, and now, one of your arms was stretched across his chest and one of your legs was hitched to his hip, his same boxers on you riding up your thigh.

He glanced at the window above the bed and saw it was only just dawn, the palest fingers of the sun reaching down out of the sky. He slowly lifted the arm you weren't lying against and gently touched your shoulder, trailing his fingertips down to yours and back up, eyeing the goosebumps that erupted in his wake.

He did it over and over, the corners of his lips beginning to turn up in a faint smile. Your breath hitched slightly and he stopped his hand, holding his breath to see if you would wake up and scold him.

You woke up the second time he danced his fingers down your arm, your own fingertips tingling. It took all your self control not to let them twitch, not to let your breathing quicken. And then he heard you, and stopped.

You yawned dramatically and stretched, slowly pulling your leg away from him and then nuzzling into his shoulder, peering sleepily up at him.

"Morning, sunshine" you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

"Hey" he replied.

The sound of his early morning voice sent a hard shiver up your spine; it was deeper, rough around the edges, apparently designed for your ears and yours alone. Hyun-su felt the shiver but chalked it up to early morning chills and reached down to pull the blanket up over you both, tucking it below your chin. You burrowed closer and he felt your leg drift back up, slinging across his waist.

"Hey" he murmured again, but there was no response.

Hyun-su said your name, and nothing. He glanced down and was once again met with your sleeping face. He sighed and patted your head. He supposed that now you had dropped out of school with him there wasn't much else to do but sleep.

He was sorry. He hadn't told you that.

Three o'clock hit and you were stretched out over the couch, your head resting on Hyun-su's lap while he was gaming. You were always struck by how remarkably still he was, the only movement coming from his hands. He didn't jostle you while he played and the warmth of him would almost be enough to make you fall asleep if it weren't for how nice it was to lay like this and see him from a different angle, in the quiet.

You reached up to idly touch his jaw, sweeping your fingers along the cut and touching your thumb to the point of his chin. His dark eyes flickered, but he gave no other detectable reaction. You kept going, back up his jaw until you could tug on his ear, catching the lobe between two fingertips and pressing gently.

Taking you by surprise, Hyun-su caught your wrist, pulled it back around and pressed a brief and lazy kiss to the palm of your hand, before letting it drop back onto your stomach. You curled your fingers onto your palm, as if you could hold onto the kiss, while you stared up at him, heart slamming against your ribs.

Hyun-su didn't glance at you again, but the faintest kiss of pink touched his cheekbones and his mouth tugged to the side, as if he was in thought. You studied the shape of it, and the set of his jaw, and wondered what would happen if you grabbed him by it and dragged him down for a kiss.

You wondered. But then the noise started through the wall and the blush on Hyun-su's cheeks spread to his ears and infected your face, too. Something, a body presumably, thudded against the wall, followed by a whine and a low moan of pleasure.

You bolted off Hyun-su's lap, knocking the headphones off his head. You looked at him with wide eyes; he stared back, his eyes equally wide, shock tethering you. You collapsed into giggles first, covering your mouth with your hands and falling against his shoulder as the moans from the next room grew steadily louder. Slowly, you felt Hyun-su's shoulder begin to shake, soon followed by the rest of him, and then his rough giggles were falling as readily as yours.

Suddenly, you stood up and went over to the wall. He tracked you with watchful eyes, and they widened again when you smacked the palms of your hands against the wall and fake moaned, rolling your eyes back. You stepped forward and slammed back into the wall; the noise next door paused.

So you did it again.

Hyun-su stared at you, at your flushed face, closed eyes and lazy grin twisting your lips. He took a step towards you, then stopped when he felt a familiar tightness in his jeans. He sat down abruptly and fumbled his headphones back on.

He could have died when you wandered back over and lay down again, once again settled yourself in his lap.

A couple of days later, you were first to open your eyes, enveloped in warmth and cosier than you'd been in a while. You blinked and realised the reason for your warmth was Hyun-su curved into a question mark around you, his much taller body somehow slotting neatly into place with yours.

Then you moved round a little on the mattress before suddenly going still, stoppered air burning in your lungs. He was hard, pressed insistent against you, his breath falling sleepy and soft against your hair. Your face flooded with heat, so you pressed it into the pillow. Your hips twitched back of their own accord and you bit into the pillowcase to muffle a strangled moan.

You had slept in the same bed so often and this had yet to happen, to your knowledge, and you were suddenly yearning to do something about it, but he was asleep. And your best friend.

You rolled over to see his face, black hair fallen across his forehead, his mouth relaxed and soft. You reached up and gently smoothed his hair away.

"Hyun-su" you whispered. "Hey, wake up, sunshine."

He mumbled, his lips pursing slightly and eyes moving behind their lids. He murmured your name, tipping up in a quiet whimper at the end.

"Hyun-su..."

You lightly touched his mouth, trailing your thumb over his bottom lip. His hips shifted towards you, but the second you gasped, his eyes flashed open wide and he scrambled back, falling over the edge and pulling the covers with him.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, sorry sorry" he mumbled hastily, still scrambling away from you.

"Hey, wait!" you tried, fumbling off the bed to follow him, but he was already disappearing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, vibrating it on its hinges.

You banged on the door with your palms.

"It's okay!" you called through the narrow door. "It felt...nice, Hyun-su."

Dead silence greeted you. You sighed and slumped back over to the bed, picking up a discarded bar of chocolate and chewing on it absently. The bathroom door opened slowly and your eyes flicked up to see Hyun-su shuffle out and throw the blankets in your direction. You dodged and let them fall next to you, still eating. His face was flushed pink and he was looking everywhere but at you.

"What did you say?" he asked very quietly, his voice barely an octave above the floor.

It was your turn to blush then, your cheeks pinkening as he continued to avoid looking at you. But you had dug this hole; might as well fall in.

"It felt nice" you repeated. "I...liked it."

You thought he might have choked, but when you glanced at him again, Hyun-su was looking straight at you, his throat working furiously and his eyes wide. You stood up, snapped off a piece of chocolate and handed it to him; his fingers brushed yours as he took it, pocketing it inside his cheek to suck. You smiled a little.

"You look like a chipmunk" you murmured.

Hyun-su scowled and bit down on the remaining chocolate.

"Don't scowl at me" you grouched at him. "Chipmunks are cute. Like you."

He rolled his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Why do you keep saying stuff like that?" he demanded, his voice cracking a little.

You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers fiercely with his. He stared at his hand in yours and then back at your face.

"Because I love you, dumbass!"

His eyes widened, and he didn't blink for several slow moments, until you cleared your throat and coughed, awkwardness flooding back in. You let go of his hand and slapped your hand to your own forehead, growling a sigh.

"What did you say?" Hyun-su asked quietly, blinking slowly.

"Absolutely nothing. You're hearing things, sunshine."

You spoke so fast you were surprised you didn't somehow trip over your own tongue, but he understood you just fine. That was the thing. He always did get you.

He shook his head, hair flicking out of his eyes. You tapped your fingers against your thigh to keep yourself from moving it out of the way for him.

"I know I mishear you sometimes, but not this time. What did you say?" Hyun-su asked again, taking a few steps closer until he was towering over you; right then, you were feeling all of his six feet and change.

You bit your lip, thinking.

"I love...food? Dumbass?"

Hyun-su simply shook his head again, and moved another step. All he'd have to do is touch you and you'd be done for. Did he know? Was it obvious?

"While that is something true, that's not it."

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh, the bar of chocolate once again forgotten in your grip, slowly melting in its wrapper.

"I love you" you said softly.

He leaned down so you could feel his breath on your cheek, so close you swore you could see his soul, bright and twisting, behind his eyes.

"I love you, too."

Startled, you giggled abruptly, taken aback.

"As friends, right? Love as friends, yes? Love as friends because we've known each other for so long?"

Hyun-su blinked again, unsure.

"Is that what you want from me?" he asked uncertainly, taking a single step backwards.

You blinked back and felt your face turn hot.

"No?"

"Tell me what you want then."

"I want…not just friends. But I don't want that to go away either. I don't want to lose it" you admitted slowly, lifting your head to look him properly in the eye.

Hyun-su slowly shook his head.

"You wouldn't lose that" he promised quietly.

You reached out a shy hand and tugged on the neck of his t-shirt, revealing flashes of collarbone.

"Okay, Hyun-su" you murmured. "Okay."

He leaned forward and knocked his nose gently against yours, soaked in your soft gasp of surprise.

"Okay?" he asked. "What does that mean?"

"You can…"

Your words disappeared as you tipped your head up just enough to touch your lips to his. Hyun-su closed the gap, kissing you slowly, one hand rising to touch your cheek to stabilise himself. You pulled back quickly, fingers pressed to your lips and your eyes wide.

"Was that okay?" Hyun-su asked nervously.

You nodded slowly.

"Yes."

You lowered your hand, lips tingling. Hyun-su shifted on his feet, sudden adrenaline waking him all the way up.

"Can I...again?"

"Yes."

Your fingers white knuckled on his t-shirt, crushing the soft fabric. He leaned down quickly, pressing his lips to yours again, fingers curling in the t-shirt you slept in, palms molding to your hips.

You were ready then, going to meet him and letting out a soft sound as you closed your eyes, as he kissed you gently, his hands an anchor holding you to the floor.

You broke away to breathe, dragging in quick gasps of air before grabbing at him again, this time sliding eager hands into his hair and whimpering softly. Hyun-su groaned quietly when you tugged his hair, slowly backing you up against the wall and kissing you back just as eagerly. Your back hit the wall and you gasped at the sudden impact, clutching at the back of his head.

His tongue traced your bottom lip lightly, beggingly, as he pressed a bit closer. You shyly let him in, the air warming around the two of you, becoming thick and heady, a little dangerous. You mewled when his tongue touched yours, and pulled tighter on his hair, trying to get closer. He was too damn tall.

Hyun-su huffed a quiet laugh at your transparent frustration and bent a little more to appease the disruption. It wasn't enough and you lowered a hand to tug hard on the front of his t-shirt.

"Not good enough" you mumbled. "Sit down?"

He nodded and spun you slowly so that his back was to the wall, and slid down it to the floor, helping you onto his lap and waiting for you to adjust. You hid your face in his neck so he couldn't see how much the position affected you and how badly you were struggling to sit motionless.

Hyun-su ran his hands gently up and down your back, also pleased you couldn't see his face. Your weight was sweet and pressing just perfectly where he needed it.

"Hey" he murmured, sliding his hands down onto your hips. "If you like...you can move. I - I can take it."

He flushed when you whimpered softly in response and shifted your weight slightly in his lap, turning your head to press your mouth to the side of his neck to muffle soft sounds as you dragged yourself over the growing hardness beneath you. His hands tightened on your hips, long fingers reaching down onto your ass to hold you firmly as you rocked on and off of him.

You removed your lips from his skin, a faint mark left in your wake you hadn't realised you were creating, and pulled back to look him shyly in the eyes. His were a little heavy and hooded, peering dazedly back at you.

"Is this okay?" you asked him, voice a little broken from the friction, and uncertain.

Hyun-su nodded and kissed you gently, desperate not to get too caught up and scare you off; he would keep you here for hours if you'd let him, just a slow grind, enough to turn his mind blank. Then you moved your hands to cup his jaw delicately, as if he might break like glass, and carefully nudged at his lips until they parted slowly.

When your tongue brushed his, his hips stuttered and he wrapped his arms tightly around your back, muffling his unquiet sounds in your mouth as he wrestled with his body to keep it under control. You slipped a hand into his hair, soft on your fingers. You gave it a curious tug, maybe a little too hard, and Hyun-su jerked up against you, sucking mindlessly on your tongue.

You moaned against his lips as he rubbed up between your thighs and then he was moving under you like he'd die if he didn't, rutting up to you. Your arms hooked around his shoulders to hold on for dear life, the kiss becoming more and more desperate as you rocked down to meet every upward roll of his hips.

You pulled back to breathe again, your mouth hovering scant inches from his, inhaling him, mixed breaths shuddering between you as your mind was consumed by the ache you felt. Your forehead rested against Hyun-su's, still pressing your hips down, quiet pants falling from your parted lips. His lids fluttered briefly as he moaned your name, hoping he didn't seem too desperate to you.

"Did you do this with that idiot you dated before?" he panted suddenly, slipping his hands underneath your t-shirt and splaying them across your bare back.

You shook your head, sighing at his touch.

"No" you admitted, shaking your head, dizzy. "I never wanted him this bad. Have you...ever...?"

Hyun-su shook his head, too, brushing his nose against yours.

"No. I was waiting for, um, for you."

You looked up at him, groaning quietly before kissing him again.

"I'm here" you said softly.

He blinked cautiously at you.

"Do you want to?" he asked, barely a whisper. "Because we don't have to. You know that, right? I'm happy to sit here and kiss you."

"Really?"

Hyun-su nodded.

"Yes. I've been wanting to for years. You don't know how hard it's been whenever you lay down in my lap not to kiss you stupid."

You felt your cheeks heat up again.

"I always wanted to pull you down to kiss me" you admitted, playing with his hair.

He blushed, lifting a hand to drag the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

"When the couple next door had sex and you started fake moaning and banging on the walls, I wanted you to make those noises for real."

"Yours to hear, later."

He offered up a hopeful grin.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

He sighed, content.

"I love you" he murmured. "My life sucks except for you. I'm gonna look forward to that."

You closed the gap between you and kissed him soundly, only pulling back when he whined quietly, desperate for something in between breathing and kissing you some more.

"I love you, too, sunshine."

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wonderland-smile-stories · 6 months

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Black eyes

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this is.

Sorry Eun-hyuk, but I really need to get to my room. Carefully I slip past everyone trying not to get myself notice. Nobody was really guarding the door to the stairs, so if I'm quick and silent I can sneak upstairs. With my axe on my back, I slowly open the door after I unlocked it.

It made a little noise, but nobody came to investigate. I let out a deep breath when I finally closed the door fully behind me. Okay, that's done. The only thing I have to do now is get to my room alive and in one piece. I look up at the many stairs letting out a sigh.

Up to the thirteenth floor, I go.

I feel bad for Hyun-su that he has to do all those stairs every day. Every time I complain about it to Eun-hyuk he just brushes it off. It's the only way that everybody can survive. Risking someone's life for your own is just selfish and wrong. I try to convince him to let me go with Hyun-su, but he won't let me. It's like he doesn't want to risk my life even though Hyun-su and I are the same.

I took a break from walking when I came to the seventh floor. Until now I haven't heard or seen anything that could attack me. Maybe the monsters left the building seeing that they couldn't find someone to kill.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard something from behind me. It sounded like something was coming up the stairs. Carefully I walked to the banister trying to see if something was coming. It took me a minute, but I saw what looked like a shadow coming up the stairs behind me.

Whatever was behind me was just one floor behind, so I had to think quickly. The door to the seventh floor stood open so I quickly slipped inside. Leaning my back against the wall I try to listen if I could hear it coming this way or if it would just pass me.

I held my breath when I hear it coming closer, but it just stopped suddenly. A frown came to my face when I just stood there a minute not hearing anything anymore. Did I imagine it?

Slowly I came from behind the corner looking into the stairwell.

Nothing.

Nothing was here. Carefully I fully came into the stairwell looking upstairs if it had passed without making a sound. I couldn't hear anything. It's like it disappeared in thin air.

"Mi-na."

A soft voice came from behind me together with a hand on my shoulder. A yell came out of my mouth while I spun around to see whoever was behind me.

"Hyun-su?" I breathe out holding my chest.

He was standing behind me with his spear in one hand and his backpack on his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?" I question looking him up and down.

"I uhm I." He stammered avoiding eye contact with me.

"How did you even get out of the backroom? Eun-hyuk never let you out at this time of the day."

He scratches the back of his neck before looking up at me.

"Mr. Han saw you sneaking around with your axe, so he asked if I could go after you just in case." I slowly nodded my head.

"But how the hell did he convince Eun-hyuk to let you out?"

He opens his mouth to answer but quickly shut it to think more about his answer.

"He didn't. It was his turn to stand guard. When nobody looked he had grabbed my stuff and let me out." I just know Eun-hyuk is going to be angry when we get back to the first floor.

I shook my head, putting my arms over my chest.

"You don't have to worry about me. Just go downstairs and take a rest you're already exhausted as it is, and I don't want you to make it worst by babysitting me." With that, I turn around and began my journey again to my room.

For a few seconds, I could only hear my footsteps, but that quickly change when another pair was heard behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw Hyun-su walking behind me.

"Hyun-su, go. I'll be fine." I noted turning around looking down at him.

For once I was taller than him and saw him looking up at me with his big puppy eyes. "I know. But it is something I want to do."

He answers still looking into my eyes. It's the first time he let his eyes stay on mine for more than just a few seconds. I let out a sigh already regretting my decision.

"Fine. Just don't push yourself for me."

He gave me a nod telling me that he understood what I meant. Silently we began to make our journey further up the stairs. It was already late in the evening making it darker than the stairway normally was.

The both of us were quiet trying to hear if something was there and trying not to alert any monsters that we were here. A few times we stopped in our tracks thinking we heard something, but it always seem to be nothing.

We were both just on edge walking around in the dark like this. Finally we reached the thirteenth floor. It was only a couple more steps before we would reach my room safely.

I was just hoping that the monsters had to sleep too and is doing it somewhere far away from here. When we reached the door I quickly unlocked it and walked inside.

It was weird to be back here after these couple of days. Everything was just like I left it like there weren't monsters running around killing everyone in their paths.

Turning around I saw Hyun-su standing at the door looking down at his shoes.

"You know you can come in, right?" I asked making him look up at me.

"Y...yeah I.. I just. Never mind." He mumbled walking inside and closing the door behind him.

I walked to my bedroom, grabbing a backpack from somewhere on the ground. Looking around I began to grab some clothes that were laying around, before walking to my closet. I stop walking around when I pass my mirror.

The girl in front of me was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Just putting on new clothes is not going to help a lot. My eyes when to my bathroom. I could easily take a quick shower.

Throwing my bag on my bed I walked to my door to talk to Hyun-su. He was looking around but quickly turned to face me when I called his name.

"Hyun-su, I'm going to take a quick shower to get rid of all the blood and stuff. If something happens give me a yell okay?" He nodded his giving me a soft okay.

I'm so happy I can get this dirt off of me. The dried-up blood has been itching in some places. The shower felt like heaven after all those days covered in dirt, sweat, and blood.

Wrapping the towel around my body I carefully stepped out of the shower. I turned around to look at my clothes when I saw that they weren't there.

"Shit," I mutter out realizing in had forgotten them in my room.

I tighten the towel around my body before opening the door. I look at the bedroom door and saw that it was half closed and I couldn't see where Hyun-su was, which mean he couldn't see me.

Trying to be as silent as I can be I walk to my bed grabbing my shorts and two shirts.

Suddenly the hair on my neck began to stand up, making me quickly turn around. My eyes widen when I saw Hyun-su standing just some inches away from me.

His eyes were covered in the black color I have seen before, together with that big smile on his lips.

"Hyun-su, what are you doing?" I mutter out, putting a tighter grip on the towel.

His head tilted to the side, just like a confused puppy would do.

"Can you get out I need to change?"

I took a step back hoping to great some distance, but it only made him a step forwards.

"I wonder."

It was still his voice. It was still Hyun-su's voice. I know that, yet it gave me the creeps when it came out of his mouth.

"What?" I asked confused moving further backward.

"I wondered for a long time why he held on." That sentence didn't help me figure out what he meant. I swallow thickly before speaking up.

"You have to be more clear if you want me to know what you mean." I was still walking backward not liking the closeness between me and him, but that was cut short when my back hit the wall behind me.

Shit.

"He doesn't want to give in. And I was wondering what the reason behind it was." Is he talking about Hyun-su not turning in a complete monster?

I know that this was his monster side and it had taken over him completely.

"Maybe it is because he's strong enough to resist." A chuckle left his lips before shaking his head.

"Maybe. I don't know honestly. He was close to turning in the beginning but over time it change. I don't think the reason behind it is because he wants to help those ungrateful people downstairs."

Not everyone downstairs is ungrateful for what he was doing.

"Well, if you ever find out you can let me know, but for now I don't care. Now, if you would like to excuse me I need to get dressed."

I was about walk past him when he grabbed my shoulders slamming me into the wall I just leaned against.

I could feel it break the moment my back and head made contact with it. I wanted to fall on my knees because of the hit on my head, but his grip was so tight that he held me up.

"What the hell?!" I hist grabbing with one hand one of his wrists.

"There is something about you." While he spoke his grip tightened on my shoulders making it seem like he would break them any second now.

"Something is hiding behind your eyes." My breath began to quicking, while the room began to spin around me.

"He knows."

Shut up I hiss at the voice in my head. This isn't the time to come out now.

"If I don't he will hurt you or maybe kill you." I shook my head trying to get the dizziness out of my head, but it didn't really help.

"I don't know what you mean," I answer back hoping he would back off.

The answer I got was his hand gripping my throat slowly squeezing it.

"Hy...Hyun..su thi....is...is...nt.... y... you." I choke out digging my nails into his hand that was only tightening.

"How do you know huh?! You don't even know me enough to be sure this isn't me."

A gasp left my mouth when I felt myself being lifted up from the ground.

"I spe...nd eno...ugh tim...e wi.. yo..u to know th...ath it is...t tr...ue." I gasp out feeling how with every word he tightens further and further.

"Why are even spending your time on me? Normal people stay away from me. Are you just hanging around me to use me like the rest of those idiots downstairs?!"

I could feel myself slipping away.

I had to do something before it was too late.

I'm sorry Hyun-su.

I place the hand that was holding his wrist on his chest, making him fly backwards through the door. He came down with a horrible cracking sound. A deep breath rush through my lungs the moment I hit the ground with my feet.

My eyes when to Hyun-su who was still laying on the ground emotionless. Coughs left my lips while I took a few steps toward the door, but came quickly to a halt when I hear laughs coming from his body.

Without even giving him a chance to stand up I shut the door locking it. I'm pretty sure he could break the door if he wanted to, but this was all I got for now. Taking the clothes from the ground I quickly put them on before he could come in.

My whole body hurt while I was putting them on, but I didn't slow down. When I was done I stop moving and try to listen if I could still hear him. To my surprise, it was completely silent except for my ragged breath.

Did he leave?

Did he change back to himself?

I lowered myself to the keyhole to see if there was anything I could see, but everything seemed to be normal. I can't stay here forever.

What if they send someone up here and Hyun-su is still not his normal self? Or what if he's stupid enough to go out by himself? I'm pretty sure his monster side doesn't mind fighting another monster seeing last time he wanted to kill one.

Biting the inside of my cheek I began considering what I could do. I can still heal if he would do something to me. It would be better if it was me than somebody else. I let out an annoying sigh before taking the door knob in my hand.

It would be smart if I had a weapon on hand, but there was nothing in my room I could use to defend myself with. Besides my axe is just a few steps from where I was now. I don't want to kill him with it, but I could use the blunt end to hit him if it was necessary.

Okay, this is no big deal.

Carefully I unlock the door before opening the door slowly. I poke my head out first to see if he was near, but that didn't seem the case.

Did he just leave?

Idiot.

With slow steps, I walked completely out the door hoping I could reach my axe before something could happen. I had taken only a few steps when I was tackled to the ground.

For the second time today, my head hit the something hard. I began to thrash around trying to get away from Hyun-su who seem determinate to hurt or even kill me.

At one point I had managed to push him off and to crawl away, but he quickly grabbed my ankle dragging me back to him.

It was a struggle for the both of us, but at the end he had pinned my wrist next to my head while sitting on top of me.

For someone who doesn't has a lot of muscle he's damn strong.

"Get off!" I yelled trying to get my wrist free from his grip.

He shook his head still with that smile on his face.

"I want to see them!"

"What?" I asked completely confused.

"Show me your eyes."

What is he talking about?

My eyes are open...

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He let out a laugh.

"You think I'm stupid!" His grip on my wrists tightened with every word.

"Show me!"

I shook my head refusing to give in. I can't let him find out. He would know that I have lied to him this whole time.

"Hyun-su stop! This isn't you! You're letting your anger control your actions!" I yelled, but my words didn't seem to go through him.

I have to find a way to snap him out of it, but unlike the last time hurting him doesn't seem to help.

A scream left my lips when I felt my left wrist snap underneath his hand.

"This is the first of many if you don't show me." He hissed putting pressure on the broken wrist.

A gasp left my lips when I felt the bones grind together.

"O...okay! Okay!" I sobbed looking at him from my wrist.

He needs to snap out of this, but hurting him doesn't seem to work anymore. I watch him lean closer and a thought came to my mind.

When he was close enough for me to reach him I push upwards placing my lips on him while closing my eyes.

I could feel his body freeze and I thought he would push me off, but he did nothing at first.

I felt his grip grew weaker around my wrist so I quickly sat up higher putten my hand with the un broken wrist on his cheek.

A few seconds after my hand touched his cheek I could feel pressure on my lips. I have no idea if this was the real him or if the monster was playing games with me.

Slowly I pulled away from him opening my eyes. He was breathing hard with his eyes still close.

I was scared if they would open I would see black, but when they opened his eyes were back to normal.

A confused look was on his face, but it quickly changed to a shocked one before he pushed himself off of me moving far away from me.

"I. I didn't. I'm so sorry." He mutters out looking at me.

I shook my head sitting up completely now with my broken wrist in my other hand.

"It's okay," I whisper giving him a small smile.

He shook his head standing up.

"No, it's not! look at your wrist!" I stood up wanting to walk closer to him, but he just took a step back shaking his head.

"No, don't. You should stay away from me like I have told you befor. You are hurt because of me! I'm the monster everyone is afraid of."

I wanted to speak up and argue back, but before I could even utter a word out he ran to the door grabbing his backpack and weapon before leaving me alone.

Without thinking I ran after him hoping I could calm him down.

"Hyun-su wait!"

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Hey, it’s been a long time since I posted something 😅. This is a oneshot with the original character from my fanfic that I’m still working on. I think I’m going to wait until season two of Sweet Home to post it. Because I’m curious how they will continue it. Plus I want to see if my ending is going to end up well with the beginning of season two.

#cha hyun su #cha hyun su x oc #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyunsoo #cha hyunsu #sweet home x you #sweet home fanfic #sweet home #sweet home x reader #sweet home netflix

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hanniehq · 5 months

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SWEET HOME 2 IS OUT!!! FF WRITERS DO UR THING PLS🙏🏽🙏🏽

#sweet home x reader #sweet home fanfic

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bitchofdarkness · 5 months

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Title: A Heart's Desire Rating: Mature Pairing: Kim Yeong-hu/Kang Seok-chan Summary: After Seok-chan was attacked, he forgot what happened and found himself back to his regular life. But was he really at the Stadium or is it all just a dream of sorts?

Excerpt:

Lately Dong-jun was picking fights whenever possible and usually Seok-chan was his target. Today wasn't any different. With a nifty little list they made sure every soldier's clothes were as clean as they could get and whose duty it was. This time Dong-jun and Seok-chan were standing next to each other, dividing the washer loads into little piles on the floor. They didn't have much laundry detergent, but that wasn't the issue here. “I'm surprised you haven't managed to crawl up Sergeant Kim's ass enough to be freed from this peasant work,” Dong-jun scoffed, causing Seok-chan to frown, but otherwise didn't show any sign he heard what had been said. “You've got an undying hardon for that guy, it's pathetic.” Working his jaw in anger, Seok-chan stopped his movements at once. “We're all equal here, even Sergeant Kim has laundry duty, so just shut up and do your part,” he told him, his grip on the cargo pants in his hand tightening before he threw them onto the pile with a little more force than necessary. “I trust him, that doesn't mean I have a hardon-” “Eyes don't lie,” Dong-jun interrupted him with a scoff, “I bet he knows of your ginormous crush, but ignores it so it won't get awkward.” he snickered haughtily, “You're so embarrassing, not even a real-” That was as far as he let him get before he grabbed Dong-jun's collar and pushed him into the dirty laundry, “Don't think I won't fuck you up!” he growled, “You run your mouth like it's your fucking job.”

Read the rest on AO3

#sweet home #sweet home 2 #kim yeong hu #kang seok chan #kim yeong hu x kang seok chan #bitchofdarkness edits #bitchofdarkness writes #sweet home fanfic

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m00nh1gh · 4 months

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I need a good fucking smut abt Lee Eunhyuk from Sweet Home

#sweet home #lee eun hyuk #lee eunhyuk #eunhyuk #sweet home fanfic #smut #i havent watched s2 yet...#Ik I'm a smut writer but I'm tired rn

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kvdcs · 5 months

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please make obscenities from the 2nd season of sweet home especially cha hyunsu and eun hyuk🙏🙏🙏

#sweet home #sweet home x reader #sweet home season 2 #sweet home netflix #sweet home imagines #sweet home fanfic #cha hyun soo #lee eun hyuk #hyunsoo #cha hyunsu

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xxen777 · 2 months

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Please tell me all the reverse harem sweet home fanfics you know of ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#sweet home fanfic #sweet home imagines #sweet home x reader #sweet home netflix #sweet home 2

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 5 months

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IMAGINE : Cha Hyun su X fem reader , Smut

~Reuniting with Cha Hyun su after thinking he was dead~

“ Aw , it’s ok baby , don’t cry ” Hyun Su says as he pushes three of his long slender fingers deeper into your cunt, eyes locked on you as his blue eyes watches you closely with loving eyes , hot tears run down your cheek as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck , pulling him as close to you as possible

“Pl-please Hyun Su ” you moan as you arch your back , smirking as he watches you in amusement, pushing his fingers in and out of you at a slow but steady pace

“ Hyun Su, stop teasing ” you moan out as you lock eyes with Hyun Su , smiling wide as he starts to push his fingers in and out of you with a fast but steady past , watching you as you began to moan louder, small groans leaving his mouth every once in a while , feeling his pants start to tighten to the point where he shifts in his seat, making sure to keep you steady on the hospital bed so that you wouldn’t fall

“F-Fuck Hyun Su” you moan out as his pace starts to become faster with every thrust he made , putting his face in your neck as he starts to suck and bite gently but hard enough to make you leave out a loud gasp as you feel yourself tighten around Hyun Su fingers

Pulling away from your neck as he looks at the hickey he made , he then begans to leave small kisses down your neck , down your belly , to your dripping core , looking up at you , blue eyes shining with delight before licking your clit causing you to shiver , as he starts to suck on your clit violently, grabbing a handful of his hair pushing him closer and spreading your legs for more

“ Hy-Hyun Su” you moan out as you feel your climax nearing

As you said this Hyun su added a finger as he start to finger you at a fast pace while continuing to violently attack your clit , eyes rolling to the back of your head as your mouth falls open , grabbing at the hospital sheets as you start to release , letting out a loud moan as your feel your core dripping and tightening around his fingers

“We’re not done yet” Hyun su says as he unbuckles his pants with a smirk , blue eyes shinning bright

‘It’s going to be a long night’

#black reader #fem reader #smut #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #cha hyunsu #cha hyun soo #female reader #x reader #sweet home x reader #sweet home fanfic #cha hyun su x reader

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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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an indentation in the shape of you || Cha Hyun-Su x f!Reader

summary: Hyun-Su wants to learn how to make you feel good. The two of you experiment some more.

word count: 2.8k

warnings & tags: fluff, smut, reader is afab, explicit consent, pwp, porn with feelings, fingering, dry-humping i guess?, they're both virgins and pretty awkward but they're getting better at this, all very vanilla.

first one-shot · previous one-shot

This one-shot can be read independently as there is nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts, but I do recommend reading them for context.

A/N: this is my first hyun-su one-shot without angst lol (...don't get too used to it). anyway, this is more smut, and i think it's more intense than the previous one. hyun-su is more confident in this one, and he takes charge a little more (but in other ways he's pretty subby, so do with that what you want). hope you enjoy!

There is something about watching Hyun-Su moving around in your house that warms your heart in a way you can’t quite explain. He’s seemed more confident there lately, no longer tiptoeing or stiffening around you like you could kick him out any second. It reminds you of days forever gone, when your mom used to sit at the table while doing her crosswords and your dad put music on the second he walked in through the door.

It reminds you of when this house was a home.

Right now, Hyun-Su’s fixing up a spear he’s brought here with some of your dad’s tools. It’s not his, you know that much. ‘Yi-Kyeong asked me to take care of it’, he’d said when he had set to fix it. There was something to his tone that had stopped you from asking for more, even if you think he’d have told you. He’d said her name respectfully, but with deep sadness, and you had known that there was a lot more to this story. You’d get there some day, you were sure, but not tonight.

Hyun-Su glances up at you, and you almost whip your head away to pretend you weren’t looking at him, like you’re a highschooler with a crush. Instead, you don’t even try to make it look like the long forgotten book in your lap is of any interest to you, and you give him a smile.

He stills his movements.

“Is something wrong?”

His voice is calm and deep. He sure has come a long way.

“Just like looking at you,” you answer, because it’s true, and even with all that progress, you’re not surprised when Hyun-Su looks away from you, cheeks turning red.

When he gets the courage to look back at you, though, a bashful smile illuminates his features, and you don’t think that would have happened even as recently as a few weeks ago.

“You do?”

There’s just something in the air. Something fresh and sweet and new, something that makes you bite your lower lip while you nod, suppressing the giggle that’s forming in the back of your throat. Hyun-Su’s eyes on you feel intense, and you’re not used to getting that kind of look from him. After a few seconds of that, he abandons the spear behind him to stand up and walk towards you, eyes not leaving yours for a second.

A long, intense shiver runs down your back. Under his hoodie, you can see the muscles of his shoulders moving as he walks, and fleetingly, you wonder if you’d have had a chance with him, in a world without the Apocalypse, but even that is quickly swallowed by the fact that you have him now.

He puts a hand on the back of the couch as he leans close to you to kiss you, the other coming to rest on your waist and oh, if he keeps doing things like that, you think you’ll just turn into a puddle. Your heart is fluttering, and when his hand sneaks under your t-shirt, long, cold fingers carefully caressing your skin, you think it just might fly out of your chest.

His lips move slowly against yours, and you tilt your head back as he towers over you. You feel like you’re going into overdrive from how sensual he’s being, how his tongue dances with yours as the soft sounds of the kiss fill the room. It’s not long before he’s gently pushing you onto your back on the couch, and he goes down with you, putting one knee between your legs to support himself.

And it’s all just so much. Hyun-Su’s lips, his taste on your tongue, his warm body half-covering yours, his fingers running over your ribs, and, fuck, now his knee just almost, almost pressing right where you need him to.

But this feels nice, too, and you’re not trying to initiate anything sexual just yet, so you do your best to be patient. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, and find some satisfaction in the way Hyun-Su loses his rhythm at that. Knowing that you still have that kind of effect on him, even as you’re unraveling completely under his touch, makes you just a little more confident in what you’re doing.

It isn’t long before Hyun-Su’s gotten his bearings back though, and then he kisses you with renewed passion. The kiss turns less controlled, mouth crashing against yours harder, his hand tightens on your waist— before he pulls away, panting.

“Sorry,” he says before he can catch himself, cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t mind,” you answer, but your voice is squeakier than you had intended.

“I didn’t mean to— I wanted to ask you something.”

His black eyes are wide, and as much as the blue eyes are like an electric shock running through you, you love them so much. You love how you drown in them, you love how kind they are, love that they are, truly, a window to his soul.

“What is it?” you whisper, not trusting your voice anymore.

“Just— What we did. Last time.”

No need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out, so, even if you feel blood rushing to your face, you nod.

“I wanted to, uh, return the favor. If you don’t mind.”

It’s your eyes’ turn to widen, and you push yourself onto your elbows to better read his expression. The skin of your face tingles with how burning hot it is.

“I mean I— Sure but you don’t— You don’t have to do anything—”

“I know,” he says, shaking his head. His voice is soft. “But I want to.”

You swallow, but you lay back down. You’re more nervous in this situation than you would have expected, feel vulnerable, exposed, even if you’re all clothed for now. But you trust Hyun-Su, you do, with all of your heart, and you cannot imagine a better person to have this experience with. So, slowly, you nod.

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure,” you whisper.

“Then can I…?”

He pulls on your shirt, but without putting any force into it. His eyes are on you, waiting for your approval — or whatever you decide to answer with.

You swallow.

“Um, yes, but could you— could you also…?”

He understands your meaning without you having finished, and acts on it faster than you would have expected, almost immediately pulling his own hoodie over his head and letting it fall to the floor. You’d noticed before that, for all his shyness over other things, he doesn’t seem to care about nudity all that much, but you’re not sure what to do with it.

For now, you can at least admire the work of art that is his body, his well-defined muscles and hard pectorals, and since he’s out in the open now, you give him a nod.

“Go ahead.”

He takes off your shirt like you’re made of porcelain, pulling it slowly and softly over your head, and taking his time so it doesn’t get caught in your hair. It is such a sweet sight, how focused he gets on the task, on making sure he’s doing right, so that he doesn’t hurt you in any way. It’s only once he’s done that his gaze lands on your body. He stills, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and you can’t help but stiffen.

It might be silly, at this point in your relationship — and when the world has literally ended outside your window — but you’re feeling self-conscious. You want to fold your arms in front of your breasts, hide your stomach and any imperfection.

“You’re beautiful,” Hyun-Su says, so obviously in awe, and the weight on your stomach is replaced by sweet, sweet butterflies. “Is it— is it okay to—”

“Touch me,” you ask instead of letting him stutter through the rest of his sentence, and he almost gasps at that, pants suddenly feeling a lot tighter.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” he mumbles, bright red once again, stealing a kiss from you when you open your mouth to tease.

Then he’s kissing down your neck, and you can tell that he’s mimicking the things you did to him the last time something like this happened between the two of you. You barely have time to find that sweet, though, because soon the only thing on your mind are the open-mouthed kisses he’s pressing against your skin, and how they make you so desperate to buck your hips against he’s oh so well placed thigh.

He doesn’t linger on your neck, though, soon moving down to your chest, sneaking a hand behind your back to try and unclasp your bra — something he ends up struggling you with so much that you’re the one that eventually reaches back to get it done. He’ll have all the time to learn that kind of things later. For now, there’s something on your mind, and you don’t want to have to wait any longer.

You let him slide it down your arms, then discard it, letting it fall with the rest of your clothes.

“Can I…?”

“You still don’t have to ask.”

He hesitates for a second, before going back down to press a shy kiss under your collarbone, right where your breast starts to form. He keeps kissing his way down, hands for now cautiously staying away. Finally, he reaches your nipple, and you cannot hold back a distinct gasp when he carefully wraps his mouth around it. It turns into a full moan when he flicks his tongue against it — and you could swear you feel his mouth stretching into a grin right after that.

It’s then that he cups your other breast with his hand, and you shiver. His body may be radiating heat, but his hands are cold. They don’t stay that way for long though, not with how hot you’re running right now yourself. He starts off shy over there too, at first massaging your breast gently, before his fingers dare brush against that nipple. It’s hard already, and with his mouth on the other side, all you can do is arch into his touch, moans still falling freely from your lips.

Pleasure’s running wild in your body, each and every sensation going straight down to your core, more so when his fingers experimentally pull on your nipple. You’re dripping wet already, desperate for relief, and it’s not long before you can no longer hold yourself back and buck your hips up against his leg.

He lets go of you almost immediately, glancing down at your lower body as if he doesn’t understand what’s happening. When he looks back at you, his eyes are impossibly wide, his pupils dilated.

“Did you— Did you just—”

“Hyun-Su,” you call out in a sigh, running your fingers over the nape of his neck. “Touch me.”

For a second, his whole body tenses and he just stares at you. Then he exhales.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. “Fuck. Um. Then I’ll— I’ll just—” He starts fiddling with the button of your jeans, and just the anticipation of his touch where you need it the most sends pleasure rushing through you once more. This time, he manages to get them off of you without your help, and there’s another slow exhale. “You’re so— You’re so—”

Wet is the word you think he’s searching for, and he’s not wrong about that. The urge to reach down between your leg to take care of the ache you’re feeling is strong, but the desire to feel him down there is all-consuming, and so you wait for him, your breathing loud and ragged.

“Tell me, okay? Tell me what feels good to you.”

He doesn’t take off your panties, probably because he hasn’t gotten your jeans fully off, and instead just pushes them to the side. He’s cautious here too, at first barely brushing against the lips, which still makes the muscles of your thighs tense. It feels like you’ve been waiting for it for centuries when he finally inserts a long finger inside you, sliding in so easily from how dripping wet you are. Your hold on his shoulders tighten, fingers digging into his skin, and even with your lips pressed tightly together, your moan reverberates through your body.

“Good?” Hyun-Su asks, and his low voice in your ears does absolute wonders to you right now.

“You can add another one,” you say, except it’s probably more of a whine, but you can’t tell for sure, not with how much your head is buzzing right now.

Hyun-Su obeys almost immediately, and you bury your head in his neck to muffle the groan that follows. You feel so good, so full, and he hasn’t even moved yet. You let yourself adjust, before giving him more instructions.

“You can— You can spread them open and— ah!— m-move them in and— Ah!”

Hyun-Su follows your advice diligently, and soon you no longer even have the strength to hold on to him, falling down onto your back with your whole body arching into his touch, following after him if he pulls out. It’s so, so fucking good, nothing you’ve ever done on your own can compare to this and you don’t know how you’ll be able to go back after that.

You’re gasping and writhing underneath him for you don’t know how long, and you’re so, so close to the edge, but you need— You just need something more, so you push yourself back up on your elbows, something harder than you’d think, when your muscles feel like jelly, and that’s when you realize that his hips are bucking against your leg. You hadn’t paid any attention to it, but now you see how obviously hard he is, and the small, almost shy movements of his hips as he ruts against you.

“Hyun-Su,” you call — you’re no longer paying attention to how your voice is coming out —, “here—”

You grab his wrist, and even if it means he pulls his hand out, something that immediately has your walls clenching around nothing at the loss, guide him so his fingers brush against your clit.

“There,” you whisper. “You can keep, uh, keep your fingers inside and— and touch me there, too.”

He nods, pushes the fingers back inside. There are a few seconds as he figures out how to best put his hand, and then when he strokes your clit with his thumb, you almost immediately lose it. You only have the presence of mind to lift your leg up, just a little, so it presses against his hard cock.

It’s his turn to freeze and to let out a moan then, one obviously surprised out of him.

“You should feel good too,” you manage to mumble through the haze of pleasure.

“But I— I want to make you feel—”

“We can both feel good,” you answer, and Hyun-Su just cannot resist kissing you again. It’s messy, tongues clashing together without much control, but fuck, he cannot explain or control the way he feels about you.

You come just a few moments later, waves of pleasure crashing through you all at once as his thumb circles your clit, fingers deep inside you, moving at a tranquil pace that lets you feel all of his movements inside you.

When you open your eyes again, he’s above you, staring at you lovingly.

“Good?” he asks.

Better than that.

“That was incredible,” you tell him though even that feels like an understatement. You love the way he obviously preens under your compliment. “But— But what about you? Didn’t you—”

You reach out, but he grabs your wrist before you can touch him.

“I, um, I’ve already—”

He’s turning bright red again, but you understand without another word. His jeans are still on, and you haven’t even actually touched him, and yet he still came in his pants, against your thigh, while fingering you.

Blood rushes to your face so fast you feel light-headed.

“Oh,” is all you can truly think to say. Then, shyly, “Want to go get cleaned up?”

“Together?” His voice is soft, questioning, but his eyes are in yours, comfortable instead of avoiding. You nod.

Later, you’re still in his arms, your back pressed against his chest, his face buried in your neck. And you, too, are comfortable.

There’s just something in the air, something fresh and sweet and familiar, and you think something you haven’t let yourself explore all that much, even if you’ve known, deep down, for a long time.

It just might be love.

and here we are! this one felt a lot smuttier to me than the previous part, but it was fun to write about this relationship in a less angsty way, too. maybe i should let them be happy a little more lol. anyway, i hope you liked it! next part probably won't be smut, but i don't know when it will be out. i have a new, time consuming internship that doesn't give me a lot of free time, so i don't know how much/when i'll have time to write. but i definitely have more stuff i want to write for this couple! so don't hesitate to comment and/or reblog to give me the motivation to write after work lol, and i'll also be answering my asks when i have time!

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