#wonho angst
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the leatherworker - wonho/hoseok lee
rating: e (18+)
reader: f
summary: that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle.
tags: unrequited feelings, smut, angst, table sex, studio sex, riding
a/n: would wonho be an american rabbit (the white ones) or an english lop (the floppy eared ones)?
you hated these meetings, you really did. watching the big wigs of the design department for the company you partnered with to decide what was going to look good on stage. upcoming tours were a big commotion.
that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle.
but you had a favourite client. since going solo wonho or hoseok lee found a liking to your craftsmanship. he felt like he owed you for sitting through all these meetings. he could read on your face that you’d much rather be at your studio cutting, sewing, measuring and crafting. your worn hands were made for the creation of goods, not hastily writing down notes as it felt like everyone was talking at the same time.
“ma’am, what time is a good time for wonho to come by for measurements.”
you perked up, attention on you, “oh well. i was going to say that i could use the measurements from last time, but someone had to bulk up even more.” you pointed your pen at the man across the table.
there was laughter, hoseok smiled, he crossed his arms and his smiled remained, “well, maybe i just like making your job harder.”
you broke out into a grin. after almost two years of working together, you could get away with jokes like that. he had spent enough of his off time at your studio to be able to crack a few jokes.
“so are we looking at a complete set of a harness that goes across the chest, around the arms and then highlighting his thighs? just so i know what i’m working with. it would be a pain to buy too little of the leather.” you remarked then tapped your pen against your painted lips. you weren’t the biggest lipstick user but you couldn’t come into this meeting without looking polished like a gem.
“if it’s not enough, i could always drive you.” he remarked uncrossing his arms and leaning a little more forward in his seat.
“i’ll survive on my bus pass mr. lee.” you responded. you never knew what he saw in you, you were a foreigner with calloused hands and a skill for creating all manners of leatherwork.
the meeting continued, but hoseok seemed more interested in the way your pen pressed against your lips and as you listened intently the lid covered bottom of the pen entered your mouth.
strange, strange man that lee hoseok.
the date for a fitting was settled on next thursday, but you knew what he wanted when he showed up two hours early dressed in a tank top, baggy overcoat and jeans with that small gold chain. when people asked about he said he bought it for himself, but he knew that it was the christmas present you got for him that he never took off.
when the blinds were drawn over the windows of your studio, your back was pressed up against the table. you pulled at his jacket which he shedded as his lips never left yours. large hands on your hips as he groped your sides, pushing up the baggy t-shirt your wore.
“missed you.” he said.
“missed you too, i wish you texted more.”
he rested his cheek against your collarbone, you were now in just your bra and jeans. he wrapped his strong arms around you, “north american tours are hell. i want to do my best, which means pushing myself harder.”
“i know.” you kissed his dark hair, “and i’ll be here cheering you on.” six month together, or rather together in secret. under the guise of visiting for the custom orders. but in reality he wanted to see you.
he kissed your jaw, “let me make it up to you.” as if sending you flowers every week or sending you an uber eats order to make sure you ate, or the lengthy text messages about how close he is to just putting your face all over his socials. everyone should know about you, he said. and you told him in time, for now you didn’t want to seem like you were getting better orders because you were dating him. you didn’t want either of your works to be discounted.
he pulled you in for another searing kiss as you started to deal with his leather belt, the belt you made for him. in the process groping his bulge as you feverishly made out.
“i would like to know what kind of leather you want to use.” you teased.
his lips kissed and bit at your neck, “whatever one makes me look good. i want them all to know you made this harness for me.” he purred in your ear before his assault on your neck continued.
soon enough you were both naked and he was seated on top of your table, he pushed all your work out of the way to beckoned you to join him. you made out on his lap, straddling his waist, knees digging into the hard table. he laid back and pushed the locks out of his eyes.
dark eyes gazed up at you, he said as he face wound up when you seated yourself on his cock, “i can’t wait to show the world you’re mine my little leather maker.”
you pinned his hands above his head and looked into his eyes, “i’m a leatherworker, hoseok.” then kissed him on the cheek, “ and you’re the beauty i do up in the finest goods. i spoil you.”
he leaned up for a kiss but you pulled away. he said with his mouth hanging open, “then i should spoil you too.” he groaned as you started to move your hips up and down. your pussy engulfed his cock with the sound of slick wetness.
the table creaked a little but you were more focused on the lust in your client’s eyes as you rode him. you kept his hands over his head, it laid in the midst of your materials. it was a sight to behold to see such a beautiful man laid out amongst the leatherwork you adored.
you two continued to make out passionately as your hips moved against his, your nails dug into the skin fo his wrists as you rode yourself on him. his hard length twitched inside of you as he panted and moaned, face tensing up with every hard hit of pleasure.
“like that.” you purred.
“i like you.” he responded. i love you, he thought. your kisses moved down his chest where you left wet kisses and he prayed you’d leave a small mark. something to carry you by every day until it healed. he’d let you make him all over if it meant carrying you like that, then maybe he could tell the world about his love for you. how he wanted you more than he needed to breathe.
the sex continued, your chest pressed against his. your body jiggling with the movement of your hips, your pussy a vice around his hard cock. your walls hugged him in a sweet, slick heat as you hips moved providing the friction you both so desired.
“you’re amazing.”
“you’re amazing too.”
you’re a goddess, he thought.
i want you more than anything, you thought.
the movements picked up, the sound of sex in the large room. bodies moved together with a symphony that he never wanted to end. he loved how you felt against him, your passion, your warmth, your everything. eventually he used. a bit more of his strength and got out of your hold where he grabbed your face and cupped it. he pulled you in for a searing kiss.
his tongue slipped into your mouth as you breathing rapidly through your nose as your bodies moved together against the hard table surface. you let out a small moan as your kiss deepened. his other hand on your hip, guiding you up and down on his length.
“fucking beautiful.” he said as he pulled away from this kiss, blush seared across his skin. he groaned loudly as you rubbed just right against the right spot. both hands now on your hips as he guided you up and down faster on his cock. the pleasure for both of you left you wordless.
it was like the words were on the tip of your tongue but fell down your throat when you felt the sparks of pleasure behind your eyes. you gripped onto him, nails dug into his pecks as you rode him with such a passion.
“fuck, hoseok.” you panted, feeling the curl of pleasure tighten deep in you. you swallowed back the need to scream from the pleasure and panted wildly, losing your mind to the passions of sex on your workbench.
“yes, yes.’ he grunted as your movements continued. he leaned forward a little bit, curving his back to get closer to you but as the hit of pleasure rolled through him he rested back on the table and felt the temperature in his body rise more.
the room grew hot as time went on, your bodies moving together like horny rabbits in the middle of your studio. your hope that you weren’t going to breed like them. the thought made a chuckle bloom in your lap but it never left your mouth as you were pulled in by the shoulder for another searing kiss.
you panted and let out a series of loud quick moans in tune to every jump of your hips. eyes glazed over as you opened them and your brain felt foggy, all you could rely on was the tight vice of pleasure in your gut.
your bodies were sweaty, pleasure coursed through your veins like a drug. it wasn’t long before hoseok was joining your movements to push even deeper into you. and with a few hard hitting thrusts, his head hit hard against the table, toes curled and a strangled groan exit his lips as he orgasmed. painting you white from the inside.
you were panting as you gripped onto him, pushing yourself as far as you could onto his heavy, big cock. it pushed at your walls and stretched with as his balls hit against the back of your pussy with every hard thrust. soon enough you were moaning into the echoing room of your studio. your movements slowed down and you grip on him loosened.
you pushed your hair out of your eyes as you let out a small moan in completion. you both were in silence for a few moments to catch your breath before hoseok pulled you to his chest and held you tightly.
“please.’ he said quietly, “let me show you off to the world.”
you swallowed and responded, “why don’t we get started on which leather you want.” avoiding the question. hoseok’s grip relaxed and you were able to get out of it, slipping off the table to get your clothes.
soon he was up too, pleasure ran cold by your response. even if he couldn’t have you on his arm all the time, at least he could still feel you close in moments like that. and when you touched his body during the process of making your leatherwork.
as he gazed at you from behind, he whispered to himself, “i love you, my little leatherworker.”
xoxo,
U・x・U
#wonho#wonho smut#wonho angst#wonho x reader#lee hoseok#monsta x reader#monsta x smut#kpopidol#kpop x you#kpop x reader#kpop smut#bunny writes#wenee
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Hi! I was wondering if you're taking requests? If so could to write some yandere + smutt stuff with Wonho? (If you're ok with it, could you try to write something really dark?)
Oh yay Wonho! Sure thing ☺️
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A little Jealousy ❣️🔪
Yandere!Wonho x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ , smut, yandere, violence, extreme jealousy, unprotected sex, possessiveness, fingering, overstimulation, light knife play, threats of violence, DUB CON
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Your boyfriend was an interesting guy. Although he’s a fairly big muscular man, Hoseok gave off the impression of someone that could be taken advantage of. Someone that will just let things happen. Perhaps that’s the Pisces in him. But you knew that wasn’t the truth. He is very sweet and loveable but he’s also very obsessive. Sometimes he loved a little too hard and is easily jealous. This paired with his size made him very scary and you often tried to stay on his good side. But that’s not always possible.
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Thinking back on it, you probably should’ve done more to stop it. Then again, you had been drinking a little, so your judgment could be impaired. But your boyfriend didn’t seem to care because here you were, in the passenger seat with tears rolling down your cheeks as you waited for him to get in the car. So what was your crime?
Well for starters, you had gone out with Wonho and his friends. Changkyun had invited you both and the rest of the friend group for a game night and some light drinking. After going out for dinner, you all came back to his place, pulling out the drinks.
It was in the middle of a game of uno that a lightly tipsy Changkyun was making more suggestive comments. The others saw it as light fun, not taking it serious. But your boyfriend didn’t see it that way. This playful flirting only made him even angrier when you playfully flirted back. At some point he got in between you both, his arm slamming on the table you were all playing on, he was facing his friend.
“Hey! You’re cheating!” Minhyuk called out laughing.
“Yeah… there goes our game.” Hyungwon said sarcastically while shrugging.
But Wonho paid them no mind.
“What’s up, man?” Changkyun said casually, looking up at the man.
Now your boyfriend wasn’t one to confront people like this, especially his own friends so this surprised you.
“Do you think this is funny?”
Changkyun looked at him confused and shook his head. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you think this is funny?!!” He repeated, now yelling and slamming his hand to the table again. This caused you to jump back and alerted all his friends at the table. Suddenly the fun atmosphere was gone.
“Hey baby-”
“Shut up!” He interrupted you, causing you to back up. The others got up from their seats and hyungwon went over to you after seeing how stunned and hurt you looked.
“Hyung, you can’t-”
Before hyungwon could finish, your boyfriend cut him off and glared at him. “Shut! Up! This little shit thinks he’s so sly! Flirting with my girl!”
“That’s not what I was doing! We’re just having fun” Changkyun tried reasoning.
Wonho grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up before Shownu stopped him.
“Stop it!” He said sternly and Wonho complied, setting the youngest back down. The others were stunned to see him act this way.
“In the car….” He said, not looking directly looking at you, but you know who the message was for.
“But-”
“Now!!”
You quickly grabbed your bag and head out the door, ignoring the others who tried to stop you.
And now here you were, sitting in the car, cold and tears coming down your cheeks. It probably hadn’t been that long but you felt like you’ve been waiting in that car forever. You didn’t know what was going on inside, just assuming that your boyfriend was getting in a heated argument.
Soon he came back, slamming the car door as he came in. You only looked down at your hands as he started driving. It was an awkward ride. No one said anything but you could see just how angry he looked.
Once home, Wonho grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, you almost tripped over some steps but he was pulling you so hard at you would’ve continued being dragged along with no issue.
“Now you’re gonna listen to me.” He said, pushing you to your knees. “I don’t appreciate you being a little slut with my friends!”
“I wasn’t being-”
Suddenly Wonho kicked you in the stomach, causing you to topple over in pain.
“Why would you do that?!” You cried.
“I’m sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of me! You think you’re so slick?! Well you’re not!!”
He kicked you again, causing you to cry out before he left to the kitchen. You tried getting up but your gut was sore.
He came back with a small but sharp knife and you backed up as soon as you saw it. “Baby…? What are you doing…?”
The man crouched down to your level as you backed into the wall and held the knife to your chin.
“I’m not your baby.” He said bluntly. “I’m older, so try again.”
“Sir… o-oppa…?”
He nodded lifted to your feet then grabbing both your wrists in one hand.
“Bab- oppa please! I’m sorry I made you angry!”You were resisting but he continued dragging you.
“Get over here…” Wonho said, getting frustrated as he threw you to the bed, hard enough that you bounced right off to the floor.
You squealed as he grabbed you from the floor by your arm and laid you on your stomach, bending you over the bed.
“You’re gonna learn your lesson little girl.” Wonho said, almost laughing. This was terrifying and you couldn’t turn around to see what was happening.
He was unbuckling his belt and you looked to the side, noticing it being thrown along with the sound of his pants dropping. Before you could say anything you felt your pants being yanked off along with your underwear.
“O-oppa…” you’re voice was shaking, now deathly afraid of him. “W-what-”
Suddenly you felt a sting to your ass causing you to nearly scream.
“Shut it! You’re mine and I will do whatever I fuckin please!” He yelled.
He grabbed the knife from the nightstand and held it to your bare thigh. “Make any movements I don’t like and… well…” he paused and lightly cut your thigh causing you to cry out in pain. It was shallow enough to be nothing too serious but enough to draw just a little bit of blood. But it still hurt all the same since your thighs were pretty sensitive. You were trying to stay still but you were still shaking as he pulled off his boxers. At this point you were going to comply, you needed to really.
Wonho grabbed your arms and pinned your wrists to your back before rubbing his cock to your pussy. You breathing hitched as you felt him suddenly enter. “O-oppa-…”
“Hush baby. Let me do what I do best. I know you want it. Your such a slut for cock.” He replied smugly as he started thrusting. “Looks like you’ll take anyone’s cock…”
You weren’t exactly ready for that; you were still very tight although you found yourself almost feeling some pleasure in this sick punishment.
At this point you were being railed into the bed, you yelled out at first in pain but now in pleasure as you were getting violently fucked dumb. He was holding your wrists so tightly behind your back that they will definitely be sore afterwards.
“Oppa!” You panted.
“I know what you want.” He said, slowing down a little before reaching his hand down to your clit. He was violently rubbing it with his fingers, causing you to cum with a loud moan of his name. He also came.
For a moment you were relieved, thinking this was the end and he got all his anger out but this was before he suddenly flipped you around with his hand to your throat. He was choking you pretty hard and you felt really dizzy and disoriented, but before you could pass out he’d let go, then do it again. As he did this, he continued rubbing your clit, overstimulating you even more to the point where you’re crying and practically squirt.
He let go of your throat for a moment, letting you breathe and cough a little. You were weak and exhausted and of course, very sore. You could barely keep your eyes open and were in a daze.
“Please sir… no more…” you panted weakly.
Wonho grabbed and pushed you to the floor on your knees, you could barely hold yourself up.
“Do it…”
You weakly sat back on your ankles and grabbed his cock. It was huge and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit it in your mouth completely. You took it in, sucking lightly and slowly bobbing your head. This is before Wonho grabbed your head and started thrusting, fucking your throat hard that it was causing you to constantly gag. You then slumped over after nearly choking on his cum.
Wonho grabbed you by the shoulders and laid you on the bed. At this point you were too weak to do anything and your boyfriend liked you like this. Your legs were spread and knees lightly raised.
“We got to lay some new ground rules…” he said, hovering over you. You could barely focus on him.
“First, don’t talk to any boys! I don’t care if they’re my friends or any of your once friends.”
You could barely nod but suddenly tensed up when you felt the tip of the knife at your thigh.
“Y-yes sir!” You replied quickly, closing your eyes.
“Second, you’re my baby… therefore I have to be with you at all times.”
“O-oppa-…” suddenly you were cut off by an intense feeling between your legs, causing you to gasp.
“Understand?!” He said sternly, now rubbing your clit again with his fingers.
“Y-yes sir!” You cried out, still feeling very overstimulated.
He stopped for a moment and smiled in satisfaction.
“Third… no talking back to me.”
“Y-Yes sir…” you said weakly.
“If you break any of these rules, you will be severely punished. Got it?!” He emphasized the last part and rubbed harder on your clit.
“Yes sir! Yes!” You cried out, your hips bucking a little. You were about to cum again.
“I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding…” Wonho said with a smile, rubbing your clit for the last time, watching you fall apart again when cumming. You were shaking and too weak to move.
Wonho then gently lifted you up and placed you further up the bed so you head could be in the pillows.
“Your my baby girl…” he said to himself as he watched you fall asleep.
“And I’ll kill anyone that gets in the way of that…”
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Ngl, this one was a challenge. Wonho is like a soft bear. But I did my best 😅
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monsta x / fake dating
warning: bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.
requested by @sweeticeream.
↣ shownu
frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)
when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it
why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?
you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes
so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt
and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes
sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company
which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you
it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)
you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade
but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year
and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding
the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love
but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you
there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here
but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”
that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”
you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down
but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”
so, that was that, then
“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”
“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”
yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative
↣ wonho
it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both
a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot
and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?
he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room
or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to
and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that
but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”
and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot
and there it was
the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous
god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though
“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes
he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”
cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”
“oh, that.”
silence
honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now
but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”
oh, well okay, but what does that mean????
your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else
something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear
but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it
so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻♀️
↣ minhyuk
honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke
everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”
so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”
it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable
like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be
but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this
you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest
because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk
it was barely there, though!
you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all
but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you
and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now
and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!
minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe
but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??
did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??
alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend
and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him
so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating
your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding
except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him
he’d always use the boyfriend card
“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”
and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”
he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh
but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him
↣ kihyun
okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating
you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take
he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”
(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)
and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this
until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”
and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank
kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around
so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer
and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”
partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away
you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else
preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you
but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other
you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look
“what the hell happened????”
finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”
you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend
“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”
oh. well
“he wasn’t—i was just—”
but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying
“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”
“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin
kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you
your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)
and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?
and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess
“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”
you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things
one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating
and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart
↣ hyungwon
hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident
he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion
but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him
and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was
he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager
he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day
“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked
hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office
but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”
and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”
cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager
eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not
but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?
it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people
and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone
and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now
you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager
but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house
and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses
so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”
“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”
“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”
oh, okay, then
now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great
“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”
“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”
hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”
you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast
(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)
“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”
“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly
“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”
quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”
oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself
“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”
he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—
but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”
↣ jooheon
you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar
so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships
“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out
“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”
he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed
“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”
dumb or not, it worked
finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks
it was a dream come true
and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!
you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”
jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”
funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit
your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times
and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)
nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)
so it was all fun and games
until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time
jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”
but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night
when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised
so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights
“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”
jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny
“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”
you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier
but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you
“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked
he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”
“for our date,” he explained.
“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”
“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”
↣ i.m
he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)
there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take
and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything
or so he said
you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever
how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!
you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town
their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)
the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments
you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family
it was crushing
you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home
and now you were lying to them
so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives
he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)
“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”
???????
he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else
but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings
“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”
he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head
“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”
you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”
he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”
you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped
swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”
“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”
you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”
“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”
“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”
he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”
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I Am What I Am (II)
A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together.
But was this fate or was this a choice?
Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC, OC x Surprise Seventeen member hehe
Word Count - 7.7K
Warnings - Nothing too explicit but mentions of blood, guns, knives, violence, (t.w) references to suicide, murder
Previous Chapter
“I need to sit.”
Na bi peered into the darkness and her eyes fell on a couch at the far end of the room. Changkyun simply watched, buttoning his sleeves as she pushed with all her might, bringing it to the centre and plopping down on it. Her legs sure thanked her, but the fire in the pits of her stomach had reignited as she looked at him from a considerably lower and painstaking angle, standing before the table.
“Why are you here Ms. Baek?”
Na bi pursed her lips in thought. Honestly, she forgot. The sight of him had blown every ounce of reasoning out of her head. Sure, driving the car down an empty freeway at 140 kmh had adrenaline coursing through every inch of her body and yeah, maybe her ‘interaction’ earlier with that gentleman in the club had gotten her to some kind of high but she didn’t think she would ever find it this hard to get it together. There was nothing she could really process except him and the slender yet sculpted build of his body. He didn’t look very menacing but he didn’t seem like he was gentle either. Na bi wondered if he was the kind who liked it slow and teasing or hard and fast, not that she would have a problem with either-
Crossing her legs to keep it all in, she leaned back into the softness of the couch, mentally and physically pushing herself to the maximum possible distance away from this man.
“Who are you?”
“You already asked me that.” The corners of his lips curled into a smile. “And I already answered.”
“And I heard you.” She tilted her head in question. “But I’ve never heard of you before.”
“Not many have.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “I am a myth Ms. Baek. The knowledge of my existence is a privilege.”
Na bi let her eyes scan him down then up. Recalling the way he stayed concealed in the shadows the first time she met him, she scoffed. “Privilege or liability?”
When he didn’t clarify, she clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically. “So you are hiding.” She sighed. “That's sad; you were a lot more interesting when you didn’t admit to being a coward.”
Changkyun smiled, unaffected. “I don’t expect or need you to understand Ms. Baek. Ignorance is a luxury people like you can afford.”
Maybe if Na bi was less drunk, she would have been sensible enough to be offended by that but she simply pouted. “Enlighten me then.”
“What you call cowardice is gameplay Ms. Baek.” He leaned against the desk behind him. “My identity is irrelevant, so I choose anonymity. I let my work speak for itself.”
“So who gets, as you call it, the privilege of knowing who you are?”
“The few who have business with me, my men” He cocked his head, looking at her. “And you.”
Na bi felt a strange combination of fear, exhilaration and curiosity grip her all at once.
“No one else?”
Changkyun shook his head.
She took a minute to take it all in. She should have been more afraid. She really should.
“Sounds a little unfortunate if you ask me.” He raised an eyebrow as she leaned towards him, half whispering. “Having all this power and no one afraid of it.”
“I don’t seek fear because I don’t thrive on it Ms. Baek.” He mirrored her, leaning too. “Imagine what I could have done to you if fear was what I wanted.”
Na bi felt a single bead of sweat roll down her neck.
“Then what do you want from me? Why are your men stalking me?” When Changkyun looked at her expressionlessly, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t deny it. They haven’t been subtle and I’m not blind.”
“No, you’re not.” She could practically hear the amusement in his voice, like he had observed the way her eyes were all over him.
He walked around his desk, pulled open the drawer, taking out a familiar picture and threw it onto the wooden surface of the table. Na bi got up, walking closer to it, picking the photo of Ana in her hands, the same one Wonho had shown her that night.
“That’s from the cctv of my headquarters a few days ago. Your friend Ana, turned up at a location that no one other than me and my men know of, asking for me, by my name."
Na bi frowned. “How did she know where to find you?”
“Your skipping sequence Ms. Baek” Changkyun walked past her, sitting down on her chair. “How did she even know of my existence in the first place? The range of my business acquaintances does not extend to people like her.”
“How do you suppose she knew?”
He hummed. “Assumption is judgement’s biggest enemy Ms. Baek. I was hoping to have a conversation with her to let her explain herself, but that was the last time anyone had seen or heard from her.” Na bi didn’t even realise when he got hold of the lighter he began playing with. “And incidentally, while looking for her-”
“-your men kidnapped me.”
He nodded. “It was a mistake and it is my fault you got roped in this mess and so, it’s only fair that until all this gets over, I look out for you.” Changkyun watched her face scrunched in confusion. “Ms. Baek, there are a lot of dark and dangerous things hidden in the shadows of Seoul. My identity holds a higher value than you can imagine. Should anyone get the idea that you might have even the slightest clue as to who I am, they would hunt you down for answers.”
“So, all these days, your men were…” Na bi blinked at a loss of words. “Protecting me?"
He gave a small nod.
Na bi stared at him. Of all the reasons she had imagined for his men stalking her, this was nowhere on the list.
“You’re telling me that rather than eliminating someone who might be a threat to your identity which you apparently so carefully safeguard, you chose to employ your men to work round the clock to protect her? All because she was a mistake?” Na bi stared at him incredulously before letting out a surprising short laugh. “Oh, you absolute asshole.”
For the first time, Changkyun’s expression betrayed his thoughts – it was a mixture of annoyance, confusion and amusement all in one.
“Either you habitually don’t think twice before you talk,” His voice was suddenly a lot deeper. “Or you’re not afraid of much when you’re drunk Ms. Baek.”
“Please,” She scoffed. “I’m not afraid of much when I’m sober either. There is not much to fear if you’re not afraid of death, and I see death every day.”
Na bi walked up to him, her shadow falling on his darkening expression.
“You’re not protecting me and this is not just about Ana. Someone like her cannot possibly be a threat to you.”
The image of those armed men in Ana’s house flashed in Na bi’s head. The only reason another group of dangerous people were after Ana had to be for Changkyun.
“Someone else is looking for you. Someone who is a part of those dark and dangerous things you claim are in the shadows of Seoul. Evidently, they are aware that Ana has you all figured it out and they knowing getting to her means getting to you, but you....You don’t know who they are, do you?”
She walked around the chair, her fingers tracing it.
“Ana was your only link to them but she’s missing. You knew, whoever they are, if they learn of me, they will come after me instead. That’s why I’m alive, that’s why I’m being monitored. I’m bait, aren’t I?”
She leaned down, meeting him eye to eye.
“Or did I misjudge the depth of your character?”
Now that she was much closer to him, her eyes once again began wandering across his face and she wondered why she was not more annoyed or aggravated at the realisation of how she was being recklessly played around by him. Changkyun on the other hand was silent for a whole minute, looking right back into her eyes before his lips curled into a smile.
“I think I misjudged the level of your intelligence Ms. Baek.”
Na bi pulled herself back feeling victorious but he got up, on his feet, eliminating the little distance she put between them. “But you are transparent and lack depth so you think everyone is as one dimensional as you are.” This time she felt her fists ball in anger. “Had you not given in to your saviour complex and unnecessarily curious nature, you wouldn’t have become the potential target that you are now. It’s not me but you who brought you to where you are,” He took the picture from her, freeing her hands. “But just because there were other reasons to keep my eye on you, doesn’t mean I wasn’t looking out for you.”
Na bi knew those were empty words from him but she couldn’t help but feel a weight drop in her stomach. It didn’t help that he was standing so close, and it helped even less when Na bi took a step closer to him, doing the top button of his vest that he had missed.
“Prove it then.” She smoothened the fabric on his chest nonchalantly before looking up at him. “Take me home.”
“Wonho will drop you- “
“Not him. You.”
He sighed. “Ms. Baek. If you haven’t figured out already, I don’t come out in the open.”
“You said you wanted to protect me, didn’t you?” She licked her drying lips. “So, it’s you or no one.”
Changkyun’s eyes flickered down there, just for a second before he met her eyes again. “I’m inviting trouble keeping you around, aren’t I?”
Na bi smiled as she walked out, knowing he would follow.
The ride to her house was pretty silent.
In that half an hour, Na bi understood Changkyun wasn’t much of a talker. If she had nothing to say, neither did he. Conveniently enough though, he would at least answer her questions when she had any and she had very few questions.
Okay, she only had one question.
“Are you getting married?”
Changkyun momentarily took his eyes off the road to throw her a glance, clearly not expecting that of all things. Well, he for starters, he was all suited up - not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place, smelling like a very distracting combination of whiskey and roses but the watch on his hand, it looked old, like a choice of sentiment rather than style.
“You look very marry-able right now.”
“Why Ms. Baek,” His voice was laced with amusement. “Would you like to?”
“Hell no.” Na bi scoffed, looking out of the window at all the buildings whizzing by. Sure, she was attracted to him, hormones and alcohol clearly amplifying it all but that was about it. “You and I can’t possibly be meant to be.”
Changkyun hummed. In thought? In agreement? She had no idea. But that was the only conversation they had the whole way home. She wanted to ask more; of course, she wanted to. Curiosity was Na bi’s fatal flaw but either this really expensive BMW’s smooth navigation was lulling her to sleep or Seoul’s air was laced with some sort of sedative tonight – whatever it was, she was progressively losing grip over herself, so uncharacteristically, she shut up.
When the car came to a stop in front of her building, Na bi rolled her head over to look at Changkyun – he was already looking at her. She definitely wanted to say something, either a thank you or goodnight, but whatever it was, under his gaze, yet again, she forgot. Not a word was exchanged, neither was any emotion - there was no sadness over a goodbye, no longing to see each him again. But in the silence of the night and the small space that held them at an arm’s distance from each other, there was one thing that was definitely there – a meaningless craving. A desire so electrifying that she could practically taste it in the air and feel it in the way every cell in her body was fighting the idea of just pulling him closer. Na bi wondered if he felt that too; she couldn’t tell.
When Changkyun made the slightest movement towards her Na bi immediately felt her breath get stuck in her throat and her heart race in her chest. At first, he simply unbuckled her seat belt and she had begun to get disappointed but then she felt him lean closer. Though this was exactly what she wanted, though he was what her body was so desperately seeking, Na bi felt her eyes close reflexively, her hands gripping whatever it could on the seat.
“The lights are on.”
Frowning, her eyes flew open to see Changkyun still a considerable distance from her, his eyes fixed on something else entirely, far behind her. Following his line of vision, she realised he was staring at the windows of her house, the only one with lights on at 3am.
“Yeah well,” She hoped to god he didn’t notice her reaction earlier. “I don’t live in the dark.”
“Did you leave them on before you left?”
She shrugged unable to remember. Changkyun’s expression darkened as he unbuckled his own seatbelt and stepped out of his car, making her hurriedly mirror his actions.
“Wait,” Na bi pointlessly lowered her voice. “You think they found me?”
He continued staring at the window for a moment before he quickly made his way into her building and up the stairs. Swearing under her breath and barely able to balance herself, Na bi followed, stupidly trying to keep up with a man who seemed to move at the speed of light. By the time they climbed four floors and had reached her house, she was a panting mess but he was still perfect, not a crease, not a hair out of place.
“9963.” She blurted, giving him the password to her door, only belatedly realising what she had done. Before she could fully comprehend the consequences of her actions, he opened her door and stepped in. Standing by the frame, Na bi watched, still out of breath and in awe as he moved around so cautiously and so quietly, like he was made of a gas or something. It took a good five minutes of looking around before the tightness in his shoulders finally relaxed and he turned to her.
“Looks like you’re safe.”
“And of course you sound disappointed.” Na bi mumbled under her breath.
The trap they were using her to set up still hadn’t led them to their prey. If only he had managed to get his hands on someone tonight, if only he got the answers he was looking for, a lot of her problems could have been solved. Kicking off her shoes, she walked in, sinking into the couch. Changkyun’s eyes followed her across the room.
“Are you going to leave now?”
Na bi looked up at the man, pushing her urges down yet again for the nth time now. Earlier today, when he called her transparent, he was right. There was nothing hidden in the way she looked at him – the desire in her eyes was as clear as day.
But his gaze was as dark as the night. He seemed so layered and unreadable and as much as she wanted to unravel all that he kept hidden away in the shadows, she didn’t think she should. Some things were meant to hold on to, and some weren’t and as Na bi herself had claimed earlier, this wasn’t meant to be. She had to let him go.
.
.
.
“Stay.”
“Dr. Baek, are you listening to me?”
Instantly snapping out of her trip down the memory lane, Na bi looked up at her attending and the entire team looking at her, waiting. Realising that she had in fact, not been listening, her eyes quickly flickered between the patient’s vitals on the screen and the paper in her hand. Swallowing on nothing, she took a shot in the dark, praying to whatever gods were out there that she had analysed the situation right.
“Yeah, yeah, I shall uh… do a head CT and set him up for an LP?”
That eyebrow of her attending raised in question, lowered a little. “And get his fever under control.”
Na bi quickly nodded, taking notes and sighing inwardly with relief as the team continued the morning rounds. Close. She had been letting her mind wander a bit too much. Not only was the horrible hangover headache making it hard to stay grounded to reality, her thoughts too were all over the place, mostly trying recollect the events of last night which she had navigated drunk off her face. Now was neither the time nor the place for it but clearly, self-control was not one of Na bi’s virtues. It was only when the patient next to her violently retched and threw up onto the floor that she finally got it together and put her thoughts behind her.
An hour and three separate crises-es later, Na bi found herself catching a short break as she walked down the corridor from the pantry, looking out of the window at the greying sky. Seoul was uncharacteristically gloomy today. Peeling the orange in her hand, she popped a piece in her mouth, eyes scouring through the crowd of people scattered around, looking at their feet in particular. No combat shoes.
When Na bi woke up that morning, the sun was already way up in the sky, giving her just enough time to quickly change into a fresh pair of clothes, grab her bag and run out of her house. It was only when she had finished gobbling her breakfast and finally had some substantial energy in her that she noticed the absence of Changkyun’s men - There was no one in combat boots.
She didn’t know how to feel about that. It was evident from last night that Changkyun’s enemy, whoever that was, hadn’t identified her yet so she was in no immediate danger but she didn’t still understand the sudden disappearance of her apparent protection squad. The voice of reason in her head told her that she was merely a pawn in whatever game Changkyun was playing and this was probably just another one of his moves. Her gut feeling though, begged to differ – it said something had to have gone wrong.
It was when both voices that were battling it out in her head that she felt a tap on her shoulder and the orange peel in her hand was replaced by a small bottle.
“Drink up.”
Na bi turned to see Seokmin, her closest friend at work handing her the hangover tonic he frequently used.
“Hell no, that’s bitter as fuck.”
“Get it together Baek.” He crossed his arms. “This is a hospital; you’re a doctor and you look like shit.”
“Thanks.” She murmured, cracking the seal open, trying not to taste the horrible liquid as she drank it.
“What happened last night?”
Na bi drank slower to avoid answering. He did kindly invite her out last night and so she did owe him some sort of explanation but what even was she supposed to say? I shot a man in the leg, stole his car, met up with a mafia leader, insisted he drive me home and then we…. It sounded absolutely insane even in her head, who would even believe her?
First off, mafia supposedly didn’t even exist in Seoul. After the famous Crime WipeOut operation back in 2011, the streets were declared ‘crime free’ – the cops had been advertising their success with that phrase for years now. But everyone knew that was not true. Working in the emergency room, Na bi especially knew that was not true. Every other day, people would walk in with all sorts of injuries, claiming they “fell down the stairs” or “got hit by a car” when their wounds clearly told another story. No one would dare question them though, not when they could feel the outline of a weapon in their pockets.
And now Na bi’s encounter last night had confirmed facts. Mafia very much did exist in Seoul and somehow suddenly, thanks to one man, she found herself deep, right in the middle of it all. It would be unfair to Seokmin to drag him into it too.
“I wish I remembered it all.” That was as honest as she could get with him - there was indeed a big gap in her memory of last night's events that she just couldn't recollect no matter how hard she tried.
“I need my blue pajamas.” Na bi put down the seat of the toilet and sat on it, crossing her legs, feeling much better having thrown up. She was definitely talking to Changkyun about something before she felt her stomach turn and ran to bathroom - she tried hard to remember what exactly that conversation was about again but it was pointless, she had no idea. The earlier suited man who now somehow only had his white shirt on, appeared by the door, holding out a navy-blue set of pajamas but she shook her head. “Not these ones.”
“Nearly everything in there is blue.”
“I like blue.”
“This is blue.”
“But this is not the blue I like.”
Changkyun didn't reply but his silence was loud.
“What? Didn’t you say you wanted to make sure I’m safe?”
“And safety includes a specific blue pajama?”
Na bi slid off the toilet and walked past him to her wardrobe, pouting. “I feel safe in those blue pajamas.”
She scoured through her clothes while he stood behind her, not too close but perhaps close enough to catch her if she stumbled.
“These.” She held up an old, faded pair of sky-blue pajamas. “These belong to my sister but this is me.” She pointed at the print of small white butterflies on the fabric then to herself. “Baek Na bi. White butterfly.”
And then without a warning to herself or him, Na bi pulled her shirt over her head, stripping out of her clothes. At that point, Changkyun who’s eyes were focused on her all this while, looked away, making her suddenly very conscious of her actions. Actions she didn’t seem to put much thought into; which wasn’t very unlike her but something felt different today - it was almost like she was made of two minds. Unfortunately, the second one was hell bent on being honest and irrational.
“I think…” She pulled up her pants, adjusting the elastic, looking him up then down. “I think I’m really attracted to you.”
He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, looking amused. “I think you should sleep Ms. Baek.”
Something did a somersault in Na bi’s chest. “With you?”
.
.
“Would you like to?” He leaned against her dresser, crossing his arms.
.
.
.
She mimicked him, leaning back against her wardrobe. “Very much.”
.
.
.
When those words left her mouth, Na bi had no idea what she expected the consequences to be. She had no idea what exactly transpired between them after that either.
As far she remembered, they were on opposite ends of the room and she was looking into his unreadable eyes for just one clue about what he wanted. Then, suddenly, somehow, they were standing right across each other, inches apart in a loud silence where she could only hear her heart race in her chest. She didn't know if Changkyun felt even an ounce of what she was feeling, or if he too wanted her as much as she craved him and there was only one way to find out.
Lord knows where Na bi got the courage, or why she gave into the stupidity but impulsively, she got on her tiptoes, hands grabbing his shirt to pull him closer and let her lips softly brush his, which to her surprise, parted. Na bi saw a hundred different things flash in his eyes, but none of them seemed like a no, so she kissed him again, more certain this time, closing the gap till there was nothing between them. His hands grabbed her waist as she stumbled, setting off something hot in her chest.
And just like that they walked back entwined, lips not leaving each other till the back of his knees hit her bed, prompting her to push him onto it, finally giving them the space to breathe. Changkyun looked up at her with his hooded eyes, his hands sinking into the comforter behind him. There was something undeniably hot about him just sitting on her bed like that, doing nothing but watching her. He was letting her make the moves.
And so she did, standing between his thighs, taking his face into her hands, leaning forward to kiss him once again. She didn’t know if his arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his lap, or if she climbed on the bed, straddling him, but here they were, just mouths moving, tongues roaming and hearts beating real fast. Na bi felt herself getting lost in that pleasure, her hips naturally finding a rhythm against him but his arm around her held her in place. He lifted her and with a swift motion, her back hit the bed and he was hovering above her, exploring her face with his eyes. She pushed the strand of his hair which escaped its place, before she noticed the small healed wound on his eyebrows, her fingers tracing them.
“What happened here?”
One breath.
Then two.
“Hit the corner of the table when I was running away.”
“Running away from what?”
“The people who killed my family.”
Na bi blinked – she did not expect that candor. Or his lack of hesitation.
She stroked it softly, “Does it still hurt?”
What a pointless question. The wound looked old, like it had been years since he got it. Na bi realised with a pang in her chest that he must’ve been young when this happened. It must hurt like hell.
She propped herself on her elbows and reached up, planting a small kiss on it, obviously a very apt medical solution. “Better?”
For the first time, he let out a soft laugh, a genuine one.
Na bi kissed it again and again and again, slowly making her way down his face, finding his lips with hers once more. Yet again, time was lost on her. She just felt an undeniable, craving need for him, to feel him, to own him. This is what it must feel like to burn from within.
She let herself sink into the softness of her comforter, freeing her hands to unbutton his shirt when his arm under her tightened pushing her up her bed, neither action hindering their mouths on each other. Na bi had her fair share of experience with men but nothing ever felt like this and they weren't even doing much. The attraction she felt towards him was like never before, it didn't even allow her to think rationally. She knew they should stop - she was drunk and he was a stranger, a dangerous one at that, but she couldn't bring herself to. And just as she wondered if he too could not stop himself, she felt him pull back.
“Na bi….” His voice was so soft? “You should sleep.”
“Don’t want to….” She muttered, pulling him closer, but he didn’t give in.
“Sleep.”
He rolled off her as she groaned, pulling herself together, curling up into a comfortable position. He was right - even though she wanted him, her body needed sleep. And to stop this madness. She tucked her palm under her head and watched him by the frame of her bedroom door, buttoning his shirt, looking back at her.
She had expected him to be gone before she knew it.
“Aren’t you going to go?”
“I’ll leave when you sleep.”
The stomach somersaults were back.
“Will I ever see you again?”
He didn’t answer her question.
“Don’t go around doing something stupid.”
She chuckled, pulling her sheets closer, feeling her eyes flutter shut under the warmth of the covers. “You don’t mean that." She yawned. "Because if I don’t then your enemies won’t find me. And if they don’t find me, you won’t find them.”
“Ms. Baek,” Na bi looked at him one last time as sleep finally took her in. “Please don’t do anything stupid.”
Trying to ignore Changkyun’s last words still ringing in her mind, Na bi pulled herself back to reality, continuing the conservation. “I should’ve let you know before I left Min-ah, sorry.”
“Yeah, you should’ve.” Seokmin leaned against the window. “I worry about safety. It can get crazy out there.”
Na bi nodded. He had no idea.
She had no idea about a lot of things either.
She had no idea what Changkyn’s actions last night meant. Or his words. Was he attracted to her? If he was then why did he stop? And if he wasn’t, didn’t that mean he was using her, just like she suspected he was? And if he was using her then why did he ask her not to do anything crazy? How was she of any use to him if she wasn’t an efficient trap? Or was she wrong? Was she not a bait? And he truly mean what he said about looking out for her? But if he did mean that then where were all his men today??
Na bi felt like she could crush the bottle she was holding with her bare hands. All these questions were just turning into a never-ending loop that she was stuck right in the middle of with no answers and no escape. She needed to get her mind off all this.
“Crazy workload today?” She pointed at all the case files in her friend's hand, desperate for a change of topic. He shook his head, looking down at the corridor as a patient was wheeled out, white sheet covering their face. When a hand slipped from under the covers from the inertia, Na bi noticed the cut across the wrist.
“There was nothing I could do.” Seokmin sighed. “He bled out.”
“Cut that deep?”
“Two cuts. One on each wrist.”
Na bi felt the bile rise in her throat.
“Let me guess, family doesn’t suspect any foul play?”
“The usual.”
Seokmin handed the files to the intern who meekly walked up to him before she took them and rushed off.
Everyone in the ER knew of these cases, Na bi had seen a couple of them up close before – cases determined as self-inflicted injury, completely ignoring the fact that it was not one but two clean cuts on both wrists. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain could tell that was clearly not self inflicted but somehow, these cases would never reach the point of investigation. The family didn't dare push them and medical staff did not have the authority to – they just went on to become yet another record on paper.
The mere thought of such cruelty made Na bi's stomach turn. She wondered how anyone believed that evil did not exist in Seoul when she saw evidence of it in every corner, at every given moment - even the very next one.
Ambulance sirens.
Both her and Seokmin immediately looked at each other, ears perking at the sound of not one, not two but sirens of seven ambulances getting increasingly loud.
True to her training, Na bi immediately flung the bottle in her hand into a nearby trashcan and rushed to the entrance with Seokmin right behind her, pulling her hair into a higher and tighter ponytail. The rest of the doctors and nurses had already assembled, prepping to take on the load of cases that was about to walk in. But given that 'smooth-sailing' was just not a part of the emergency department's vocabulary, the head nurse ran up to her, a worried look on her face. “Dr. Baek, Dr. Yoo isn’t here.”
Fuck, she forgot - the attending had left right after morning rounds for a conference in Busan which meant-
“Jaehyun is in charge.” Seokmin concluded, voicing her thoughts as the three of them turned and looked across the corridor.
Jaehyun's face was as white as the wall behind him, hands shaking. Shit. Sure he was two years her senior which theoretically meant he was the most experienced person here to lead the room but Na bi knew he didn't have the stomach for what was coming; especially when the hospital doors opened and all she saw was blood. Blood, blood, blood, everywhere.
“Who’s in charge?” A paramedic looked around urgently while Na bi continued looking at a frozen Jaehyun. “Who’s in charge???”
There was no time for incompetence. Not right now.
“I’m taking over.” She whispered to Seokmin before she stepped up. “Me, Dr. Baek. What happened?”
“Traffic accident.” He panted. “That’s what they said on the call but I don’t think so. Seems more like a…..”
Na bi looked around the room, her vision tunneling on the details. There were almost 40 men, most of them were severely injured, but it was definitely not a traffic accident. They had massive gashes, wounds that looked like they were cut by something sharp, like a knife. The bruises on their eyes and mouth, those were obviously landed from a fist and the way some of their ribs and arms seemed broken, this was definitely a -
“Gang fight.” They said at the same time.
“They’re criminals.” Seokmin whispered, his voice laced with hesitancy.
Na bi took a deep breath and slipped on her gloves. “And we’re doctors.”
Na bi closed the door of the storage room behind her, finally getting away from it all.
It had been 3 hours. 3 intensive hours but to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as she expected; she had seen far worse days. While there was copious amounts of blood, the wounds weren’t so deep or severe that a few stitches and dressing couldn’t handle. About five of them had to be sent for emergency surgery and were now being monitored in the intensive care. Those who had fractures were scanned and appropriately bandaged and those who had rushed here accompanying their companions were detained in a separate room till the cops arrived.
Na bi had no choice but to ask Seokmin to call for law enforcement. Given how they were taking their own sweet time to come, maybe she was mistaken about the gravity of the situation but she had assumed that she couldn’t just brush 40 people injured by violence under the rug – it was necessary to get the police involved. Regardless of the fact that every single one of those brought in was wearing combat boots.
Cracking the joints of her neck, she gripped the metal bars of the shelf before her and briefly shut her eyes.
The faces of those who were brought in today flashed before her– she didn’t recognise any of them. None of those who used to follow her were there, neither was Wonho and neither was Changkyun. Na bi didn’t know why it was necessary for her to find out but the moment she noticed the combat boots, her first instinct was to look for Changkyun. It wasn’t like she deeply cared for him or anything; it was more because of curiosity. Of course, it was plain old curiosity, what else could it be-
Her eyes flew open at the subtle sound of the carboard boxes - Someone was in the room.
Pretending not to notice, yet extremely cautiously, she looked around for the spare supplies she came for and true to her intuition, just as she tried to reach for the gauzes at the back of the shelf, she felt a presence press against her back and something sharp and cold pricking her neck.
“Where is he?”
Na bi wouldn’t have screamed, she recognised that voice but she felt a hand cover her mouth anyway. She tried to struggle free from it but the tip of the knife against her skin inched deeper.
“Where is he?” Wonho whispered harshly again.
She pried his hand from her mouth, whispering back loudly. “How am I supposed to say anything with your hand on my mouth?”
Na bi felt a sting and the blood trickle down her neck. She had encountered this man so many times but this was the first time he was hurting her. Frankly, it sort of annoyed her, making her snap in retaliation. “How would I know where Changkyun is?”
Wonho’s grip on her softened and she took the opportunity to set herself free and face him. He looked tensed.
“How do you know his name?”
Na bi held a piece of gauze against the burning cut on her throat. Fuck.
“.....he told me.”
“He told you?” Wonho looked at her in absolute disbelief but eventually shook it off like he had other more important things to deal with. He pointed his knife at her. “I don't care why he decided to disclose it to someone like you, but don’t you ever dare take his name. Not before me, not before anyone, do you understand?”
Na bi nodded slowly. She had forgotten the dangerous weight his name carried. Was that how comfortable she had gotten with all this?
“And I’m asking you for the last time. Where is I.M?”
Ignoring how silly the name 'I.M' sounded, Na bi sighed. “I swear, I have no idea; I was drunk remember?”
“He dropped you home.”
“He was wearing a suit.”
“What?”
“Are we not playing state-the-obvious?”
Wonho’s confused face turned into exasperation. “He didn’t return after that; you were the last one who saw him!”
Na bi scoffed. “What, you think I tied him up and put him in my basement?”
“Of course not. I already checked your house-“
“Wait, what-“
“I don’t think you are really understanding the gravity of the situation Ms. Baek.” Wonho moved closer to her, urgently. “He is a very important man and things can go very wrong without him around.”
Why was everyone around her suddenly going missing?
“I swear to god, I have no idea. Last night we….. I mean, I fell asleep and he left, I don’t know where he went after that or what might have happened-“
“Na bi!” Both her and Wonho jumped apart, turning at the sound of Seokmin knocking the door. “The cops are here.”
Wonho placed a finger on his mouth warning her, as though Na bi didn’t know she had to keep quiet. Fishing something out of his pocket, he handed it to her as he took a step back into the darkness of the room – her phone. Recalling what she had done with it last night, she wanted to ask Wonho if the person she shot was okay but when she looked up, he had already melted into the shadows he came from.
Adjusting her scrubs, still looking over her shoulder, she walked over and opened the door to see Seokmin waiting for her and next to him, in uniform, was her next problem for today who also happened to be a very, very familiar face.
“Na bi, this is Officer Kim Mingyu.”
Seokmin introduced her to a man who didn’t really need an introduction because if she hadn't left him without an explanation last night, she would have been introduced to him anyways.
He seemed to have recognised her too, his eyes widening, expression changing from confusion to surprise.
“Officer Kim, this is Dr. Baek, she was the one in charge today.”
“Dr. Baek Na bi.” Mingyu pieced together her name, shaking her hand with a slightly cocky smile dancing on his face. “Fate works in funny ways.”
As Seokmin frowned looking back and forth between the two of them, Na bi turned to him. “Min-ah, help me go check if everything is okay in the wards, please?” When he didn’t move, still suspiciously staring them down, she emphasised on the please once more, with a look of promise in her eyes to tell him the details later and he finally left, leaving them alone. When Na bi turned her attention back to Mingyu, he still hadn’t let her hand go and his eyes were on her lips, making her cheeks flush red.
“I’m so sorry about last night-” Na bi began when he extended his other hand towards her, making her reflexively take a step back. “Woah.”
He immediately looked apologetic, pointing at her neck. "You're bleeding."
"Oh, that's nothing." She pressed the gauze onto her wound again, pulling her hand out of his grip. "Again about last night, I'm sorry. It was rude of me, I should have said something before I left like that….”
“The way you ran out, I was worried if everything was okay with you.” And he genuinely looked concerned. Sweet.
“Everything was fine, I just had something personal to take care of.”
He nodded slowly pursing his lips, and two tiny dimples appeared on his cheeks, making Na bi smile.
“I’m glad I found you again.” He put his hands his pockets, his shoulders scrunching up. “Now I just need to meet you one more time to confirm my theory.”
“Your theory?”
Mingyu nodded. “I believe a first meeting happens by chance. The second one may be a coincidence, but a third time?” He looked around before whispering. “That’s fate.”
Na bi chuckled. “I don’t believe in fate officer.”
“Give it a chance doctor. Third time’s a charm.”
“And why do you think we will run into each other once again?”
“Because I would like to take you out for dinner tomorrow.”
Na bi crossed her arms, trying hard not to smile. “Setting up a third meeting? Well that’s cheating.”
“I don’t just leave things to fate Dr. Baek.” He leaned in so close, Na bi could smell that familiar scent of him, the same one he had on in the bar, the memory of his mouth on hers coming back. “I work for what I want.”
It would be a lie to say Na bi was not impressed. Usually, these kind of words didn't have much effect on her, she would have just laughed it off. But the first time she met him, she had judged him to be a lot more amateur and inexperienced and now clearly, he knew what he was doing and he was doing well. So, when he put his hand out looking pointedly at her phone, she gave it to him and watched as he gave himself a call and saved her contact on his phone with the emoticon of a butterfly.
She laughed. “My 8th grade boyfriend used to save my name like that.”
“I like butterflies.” He looked at her with captivated eyes. “I think they’re really beautiful.”
Their wings might be but what about the ugly creature they hide under all that colour?
Na bi took back her phone, saving his number with an emoji of her own – a dog.
Mingyu pouted, dimples popping up again and she laughed, pointing at him, “There you go! I knew you were the golden retriever kind- “
“Na bi!” She startled, turning towards the sound as Seokmin ran up to her, bending over and coughing to catch his breath before he finally found his voice. “They’re…they’re all gone.”
“What?” Na bi and Mingyu blurted together, shocked.
“The ones in the ward, ICU, the ones detained, all, every single one of them is missing.”
Na bi immediately ran towards the wards, both men following her. There were dozens of officers everywhere, talking to the staff, taking notes, walkie talkies going off but the beds – they were empty. All of them.
They checked everywhere, they checked everything but there were no traces of Changkyun’s men.
It was like they were never there.
Na bi opened the door of her house, kicking off her shoes, tired to the bone.
After hours of questioning by the cops, Na bi began to understand the meticulousness with which Changkyun’s men worked.
While the hospital had called the police immediately after the ambulances arrived, it turned out they received no such call – Changkyun’s men had somehow intercepted it. It was only hours later when Seokmin called again to check on the delay that the cops received the information, arriving within 20 minutes with a full task force but their culprits had already cleared the scene by then. They didn’t even leave any clues behind – all their belongings had disappeared with them; the security cam footage was wiped clean, any and all records made for medical reasons were shredded – they had even taken their medical waste away. No one stopped them through all this – no one dare to.
Na bi threw her bag on the couch, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. But just as she hurriedly chugged it, there was an unexpected knock on her door, prompting her to glance at the clock – it was 11pm. Who would come by now?
Had Changkyun’s enemies finally found her?
Na bi felt a chill run down her spine. As though she bad timing was the highlight of her fate, just today of all days, none of Changkyun’s men were around. She was all alone, there really was no one to help.
When another knock followed, she immediately grabbed her phone and texted Seokmin, asking him to come over immediately, then scoured through the kitchen drawers and grabbed a knife. Heart thumping in her chest, she slowly made her way to the door, first looking through the peephole to see just how many people were threatening to break down her door but there was only one. Just one man in a spotless white shirt, standing with his head down and palms on the door and without even looking at his face, Na bi knew who it was.
Sighing in relief, she threw the knife onto the dining table and quickly opened the door, as he lazily lifted his head giving her a small, familiar smile.
“Changkyun?”
He seemed like he was struggling to stand straight. Was he drunk?
“You’ve been gone for hours. Do you always work this late…..”
As his eyes trailed down her face, his smile vanished, hand slowly reaching for her neck, his finger smearing with blood as he ran it across a painful spot – the wound from Wonho’s knife seemed to have opened up again.
“You’re bleeding.” He rubbed the blood between his fingers, looking at it. “What happened?”
Was he slurring?
"Wonho came to the hospital and-"
Before she could finish, his heavy eyes fluttered shut and he stumbled forward but Na bi quickly caught him, just as his knees gave away. She could feel something warm and sticky on his back making her look over his shoulder at her hand, a sight that nearly made her heart stop. Blood.
For the first time ever, her hands shook as they were drenched in blood, his blood and as though he finally gave up, Changkyun went limp in her arms.
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Fictober 2023
winter-dayz
A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.
Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.
READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.
Taglist: @soobin-chois
Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream...
College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU
Genre: Horror
Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death
Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU
Genre: Horror
Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love
Vampire AU
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut
Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting
Ghost AU
Genre: Horror
Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure
Dragon AU
Genre: Horror; Smut
Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes
The Purge AU
Genre: Smut
Felix Lee: So naive...
Fairy AU
Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)
Kim Seungmin: Lonely St.
Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU
Genre: Angst; Fluff
Min Yoongi: Betrayed
Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU
Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror
Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales
Werewolf AU
Genre: Fluff
Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death
Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999)
Genre: Angst; Fluff
Kim Namjoon: Reclamation
Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU
Genre: Fluff; Horror
Park Jimin: Movie Marathon
Scary Movie Night
Genre: Fluff
Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains
Shadow People AU
Genre: Horror
Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You
Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland
Genre: Angst; Horror
Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies
Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU
Genre: Fluff
Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra
Golem AU
Genre: Angst; Fluff
Kim Yugyeom: Guardian
Demon AU
Genre: Fluff
Lee Chaeryeong: First
Serial Killer AU
Genre: Horror
Yang Jeongin: The Walls
The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016)
Genre: Fluff
Shin Ryujin: For the Best
Alien AU; Yandere
Genre: Fluff; Horror
Kim Taehyung: Capable
Android AU
Genre: Smut
Han Jisung: The Ring
Ghost AU; Possession AU
Genre: Fluff
Lee Minhyuk: Promise
Haunted House
Genre: Fluff
Lee Minho: Left Behind
Friday the 13th AU
Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut
Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em
Amityville Horror AU
Genre: Horror; Smut
Yoo Kihyun: Luring
Siren AU
Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)
Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook
Magic AU; Witchcraft AU
Genre: Angst
Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You
Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU
Genre: Fluff; Smut
Choi Soobin: Every side of the story
Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU
Genre: Fluff
BamBam: Best Halloween Ever
Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU
Genre: Fluff
#angst#bangtan sonyeondan#blackpink#fictober#fluff#got7#horror#itzy#monsta x#oneshot#reader#smut#stray kids#tomorrow x together#wonho
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(՞߹ - ߹՞) wanna be able to navigate MONSTA X's section? take a look at this!
☆ - personal favorite
୨୧ - nsfw
♡ - fluff
ᘒ - angst
"do you just want, like, ALL OF THEM...?"
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say hello to SOHN HYUNWOO (손현우)! y'know, SHOWNU (셔누)!
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oh, look, it's LEE MINHYUK (이민혁)! ah, so charming!
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it's YOO KIHYUN (유기현)! if i proposed now, would he say yes...?
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wait, CHA HYUNGWON (채형원) is real? i thought he was an angel...
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ah!!! LEE JOOHEON (이주헌)!! AHH!!
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KIM CHANGKYUN (임창균)! he is so heartwarming.
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lee hoseok (이호석)... WONHO (원호)... come home...
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#monsta x! ‹𝟹#mx! ‹𝟹#monsta x#monsta x blurbs#monsta x angst#monsta x fluff#monsta x scenarios#monsta x x reader#monsta x reactions#monsta x drabbles#kihyun! 𖹭#changkyun! 𖹭#wonho! 𖹭#jooheon! 𖹭#hyungwon! 𖹭#minhyuk! 𖹭#hyunwoo! 𖹭#shownu! 𖹭
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hi all, i would like to start writing again and getting over my writers block..
would you rather read some drabble, longer stories or text messages?
it could be ANYONE (doesn’t have to be MX etc.) you like.. i just want to start writing again :)
so.. my requests are open!
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Masterlist
just to make things easier
NCT 127 Masterlist
WayV Masterlist
NCT Dream Masterlist
BTS Masterlist
Monsta X Masterlist
Stray Kids Masterlist
Enhypen Masterlist
Ateez Masterlist
#bts#kpop#stray kids#felix lee#Monsta X#shin wonho#wonho solo#fluff#angst#masterlist#enphyen#park sunghoon#the acts of insomnia#min yoongi#jake sim#enemies to lovers#lee haechan#whiteteaandsagedreams#jeong jaehyun#horror#fantasy#NCT 127#nct dream#nct#nct u#jung jaehyun#lee donghyuck#lee jeno#na jaemin#nomin
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Request are open!(Scenarios and drabbles)
Also I'm adding series drabbles, so for Humanity, BOU, and Time(other series I have are under construction so no drabbles for them at the momment) The drabbles are small little moments you want to see with the couples. No smut(till further notices), fluff or angst and any mix of. 💕
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Losing You
Warning: mention of car crash, blood, and reader’s suicide.
The air was crisp, a crimson flush was cast across the apple of her cheeks. Her hair blew against the wind, her eyes were bloodshot and tear stained.
The street lights were mesmerizing, various shades of red, orange, yellow and green. When suddenly the various street lights looked captivating, and so without a second thought her body moved on its own.
Baby I would go to war for you
A piercing screech was heard, and suddenly her body laid across the street covered in a pool of blood. A faint gasp escaped her lips, as she looked up at the dazzling night sky. A single star shined out tonight, and the sudden realization shook through her aching limbs. And she couldn’t help the tears streaming, bursting rushing down the mounds with of her cheeks.
A faint smile was cast across her lips, as she heard the various screams coming from the various people crowding around her. And a few gasped out at the scene, it was just plain painful. As someone grasped her hand tightly she made out various locks of hair framing the stranger’s face.
Build me an army if you need me to
She could vaguely recall a name on the tip of her tongue. But even as her last breaths escaped her throat, an aching realization reared itself into her chest, harsh and thrashing. She would give anything to not see that look cast across his face as the one looking down at her now.
The stranger took her limp body against his chest, within his arms she felt his warmth radiate against his chest thump against her limp body. A soft cry left her lips, and without a second thought he loosened his grasp on her tender limbs.
‘Cuz losing me is better than losing you
She could only cup the side of his face as tears threatened to overflow. She could only imagine how he would have a similar reaction to the stranger in-front of her, looking down at her now. But even still these thoughts faded away as she heard the various cries from the nearby strangers gathering around her as she took out a note from her pocket. With a shaky bloodstained hold on the now crimson stained piece of paper she gave, such tenderness radiating against her body.
With shaky hands the stranger took the note, but just as he did, he saw it. The way her chest ceased to rise, the way her eyes lost their shine, the way her lips no longer held a breath. For she was no longer breathing, but even so her body still bleed, but still her hand grasped the note against her palm. She still looked alive, or that’s what he wanted to believe. But alas, she was lost, she was gone, and with a shallow whimper he then let out a harsh cry. And tears streamed down his eyes and a breath caught against his throat.
Don’t you know that I would die for you
The blaring of the ambulance brought him out of his shock, the push of the medics, and the various screams shook him awake. But the first thing he did was unravel the blood soaked note against her hand, what he saw, broke his heart in two. For she willingly died for someone else.
And soon the man she loved laid in a hospital bed received the news, as breathing tubes connected him to a ventilator. For there was someone who’s heart was compatible match. For she died for him, for this was the only way she could think of. She willing gave him, her heart. For she thought it was better this way, she just couldn’t find it in herself to let the love of her life fade away. And doing so she willingly gave up her life for him.
If I knew that you would make it through
‘Cuz losing me is better than losing you
© Somemydayy 2022 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.
#drabble#image#scenario#wonho#wonho losing you#shin wonho#angst#anime#kpop#jujutsu kaisen#stray kids#tokyo revengers#my hero academia#shinichiro x y/n#mikey x y/n#sanzu x y/n
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𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 - ᴴ‧ᴵ‧ᴹ
Warning(s) - 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖠𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉
Word Count - 1.1K
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𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
Jooheon sneaks into the nursery and tip toes over to Selena's crib. Peeking in he smiles seeing the little baby starting to wake up. “Hello baby,” Jooheon says softly, and Selena starts to fuss. “Hey, hey it's okay.” Jooheon reaches into the crib to pick her up, but she starts crying as soon as he touches her. Jooheon pulls his hand back and panics slightly. Wonho is going to kill him! The nursery door opens, and Jooheon lets out a sigh of relief when Changkyun walks in.
“What are you doing in here?” Changkyun asks.
“I heard her crying?” Jooheon lies and Changkyun rolls his eyes. Walking over, Changkyun peeks into the crib and smiles down at Selena.
“Hey there pretty girl,” Changkyun coos and Selena cries harder. Changkyun frowns and reaches in to pick Selena up, but Jooheon stops him. “What?”
“I tried that, and she flipped out,” Jooheon says and Scott Changkyun frowns. Together the two of them make faces at Selena and makes noises trying to stop her crying. The door opens and Wonho glares at the two teens.
“You're scaring her,” Wonho states and walks over to the crib. “What are you crying about little girl?” Wonho asks as he walks in between Jooheon and Changkyun. Hearing Wonho’s voice Selena's cries turn to whimpers and Wonho smiles.
“Hey! You fixed her!” Jooheon cheers and Changkyun looks on in amusement as Wonho talks to the baby. Selena starts crying again and Wonho frowns.
“Maybe she's hungry...” Changkyun mutters.
“She could need her diaper changed,” Jooheon offers and Wonho leans down taking a quick sniff.
“Yeah, a diaper change,” Wonho says, and Jooheon gathers the things needed. Wonho picks Selena up and carries her over to the changing table. Jooheon walks Wonho through changing the baby's diaper and when he is done, Wonho carries Selena back over to her crib. Wonho puts Selena back in her crib and he smiles down at her while she stares up at him with her large doe eyes. Changkyun and Jooheon look at Selena and smile at her.
Down the hall Kihyun opens his bedroom door and pokes his head out. Taking a deep breath, he turns his head to the side and his brows furrow together. “That can't be...” he mutters and leaves his room. With quick steps he finds himself in front of Tosha's door and the scent gets stronger. “Wonho...” he whispers, and he knows his friend heard him.
Picking his head up, Wonho looks at the nursery door, “I'll be back,” he says and leaves the nursery. Wonho steps out of the room, and he is hit hard with the scent of death. With one thought in mind Wonho rushes to Tosha's room and before he can open the door, Hyungwon is already there.
“You can't come in,” Hyungwon says and Wonho can see Kihyun and Minhyuk working on Tosha behind him.
“Get out of my way,” Wonho growls and Hyungwon holds his ground.
“Hyung you'll only get in the way. Just st-”
“Move!” Wonho shouts and Hyungwon narrows his eyes.
“No,” he says firmly and slams the door shut in Wonho’s face. Wonho kicks the door and growls out in frustration. He can hear everything but hearing and seeing are two totally different things.
“It's too much blood.”
“Try again.”
“Stay with us...”
Wonho paces back and forth in front of the door, his hands gripping at his hair as he tries to think of what the hell went wrong. Where the hell did, he fuck up?
“Come on. Come on!”
“Don't you dare...”
Feeling tears come to his eyes, Wonho slides down the wall feeling defeated as he listens to what's going on in the room. “Come on Tosh...you can't leave. Not now, not when Selena needs you...I need you,” Wonho mutters and slams his fists on the floor. She can't fucking die.
“Should we call 911?”
“What's the point?”
“Hey! Stay awake!”
“H-Hoseok...” Wonho picks his head up hearing her voice, hearing Tosha's voice for the first time. The bedroom door opens and Minhyuk steps out. Looking down at his brother he sighs and sits beside him.
“Go to her,” he says softly and Wonho picks himself up off the floor. He stands outside the bedroom door and Minhyuk fights back his tears. It's breaking his heart to see his brother in so much pain. With a shaky breath Wonho opens the bedroom door and his heart stops beating when he sees Hyungwon and Kihyun both covered in blood...Tosha's blood. The two of them walk past Wonho with their heads down.
Kihyun stops beside him, “I...I'm sorry,” Kihyun whispers and leaves the room shutting the door behind himself.
“Tosh...” Wonho breaths out and Tosha turns her head. Seeing Wonho she smiles and holds out her hand. Wonho walks over and sits on the bed taking Tosha's hand in his. “I should have taken you to the hospital. I should hav-”
“Hey...d-don't do that. It's not your f-fault Won.” Tosha smiles and gives Wonho’s hand a squeeze. “I knew something was w-wrong when Selena left the room,” Tosha admits.
“What? Why didn't you say anything?” Wonho asks and Tosha shakes her head.
“It can't be fixed...don't worry Won. I'm not scared, not any m-more.” Tosha reaches up and cups Wonho’s cheek in her hand. “You'll be a good father to her...” Tears fall from Wonho’s eyes and Tosha forces herself to sit up. She wraps her arms around Wonho, and he holds her close to him, “I love you Hoseok,” Tosha whispers in his ear and Wonho cries harder, sound coming out as he sobs into the crook of Tosha's neck.
“D-don't go,” Wonho begs. “Please? I-I can't do this on m-my own....”
“You're not alone Won. Y-you'll be fine. You'll be just f-fine.” Tosha coughs and Wonho pulls away smoothing down her hair. He lays Tosha down and lays beside her, not caring about the blood on the bed. “Hold me?” Tosha asks and Wonho wraps his arms around Tosha holding her tightly.
“I love you,” Wonho mummers and Tosha smiles. Lifting her face Tosha presses her lips to Wonho’s and kisses him with everything she has left in her. Breaking the kiss Tosha cuddles into Wonho’s chest and his hold on her tightens when he feels her heart stop beating. Wonho buries his face in Tosha's hair and cries. His tears disappear in Tosha's hair and his gut-wrenching sobs are muffled, but still heard clear as day to the other wolves in the house.
In the nursery, Changkyun picks Selena up and leaves with Jooheon following after him. In the hall they spot Kihyun leaning against the wall while Minhyuk holds Hyungwon on the floor as he cries with tears streaming down his face.
“No...no...” Jooheon mutters over and over again as it hits him. He looks at Changkyun who is crying, his hold on the baby tightens. Jooheon sides down the wall and stares at the floor, the tears burning his eyes before they fall. Such a happy day never should have ended this way.
#soc wonho#monsta x werewolf au#wonho x black!oc#kpop ambw#tw death#monsta x angst#the best kind of hero#daddy!wonho
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I Am What I Am (I)
A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together.
But was this fate or was this a choice?
Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC
Word Count - 6.3K
Warnings - Mentions of blood, guns, kidnapping, possible violence, a make out scene or two?
The smell of gasoline was undeniably lingering in the air. The mud under her shoes was thick and wet, consistent with the sound of the rain echoing in the silence. The rope on her wrists was starting to burn into her skin and the heat of the car disappeared behind her as she got dragged into the darkness. It sounded like she was accompanied by three sets of footsteps. Or was it four? She couldn’t really tell. A sudden jerking motion threw her against what felt like a chair, her back hitting the wood, eliciting an involuntary groan.
She had seen and heard enough about Seoul to tell she was going to die today – she just didn’t know how or why. All she wanted was a bottle of juice. Though pouring rains had taken over the city, she was feeling unusually dehydrated. A simple detour to the grocery store after work, somehow ended with an opaque bag over her head and her body shoved into a van, the dim streetlights being the only witness. I should’ve just gone straight home.
Throughout the ride, to her own surprise, she sat unusually still. It was a fight or flight situation; her survival instincts should have kicked in; she should’ve done something but she simply froze. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything to save herself. She was never really scared of the unknown or the darkness but today? Today the black was somehow stifling. Having that bag over her head finally taken off didn’t help much either - darkness was soon going to be a constant in her life anyways.
Her eyes struggled to adjust to the very dim, barely visible surroundings of what seemed like an old abandoned warehouse, streams of light and rain making their way from scattered holes in the roof. Textbook kidnapping location, what a dramatic way to go indeed. There were people all around her; definitely more than four, perhaps around twenty? but they all stood half hidden in the shadows, visible only waist down, light particularly shining off those combat boots they all seemingly had in common.
Her cold sweat was replaced by the cold metal of a gun pressed against her cheek, turning her head towards its wielder. His frame blocked nearly her entire visual field – he was tall and broad, looming over her, his golden tresses falling into his cold eyes. Thank god his vest didn’t have sleeves because his biceps looked like they would have ripped right through the fabric. She knew he could knock her out cold with barely a swing of his arm, so she told herself to be very careful about when and how she opened her mouth before him. But that warning to herself barely sustained for a minute.
Suddenly, a light was flashed on her face, making her wince and look away but grabbing her face, the blonde man forced her to meet his eyes again, frowning in confusion.
“Who are you?”
She blinked at him rapidly, not being able to fathom if she misheard him or he had indeed just asked her the dumbest question possible. The uncomfortable series of whispers that went around like something was not right. Did they…. Did they make a mistake? Was she not the one they meant to kidnap tonight?
Her perpetrator turned towards the darkness at the far end of the room, talking to it, his voice ever so slightly shaking. “We were outside the hospital all afternoon; we had our eyes on her for hours. I don’t know how this happened…” He turned back, his eyes void of even the slightest tinge of guilt – they blazed with anger. “I asked who the hell are you.”
How dare he. How dare he be mad at her like it was her fault she was sitting tied up in this chair. Like she was the one who fucked up.
He wasn’t patient enough for an answer. She wasn’t planning on giving him one anyways.
She watched as a woman walked up with her bag, emptying its content onto the floor carelessly, eyes skimming over her discarded things. Spotting a wallet she reached for it, scouring through and then tossed a card to the blonde man who held it under the light. “Baek Na Bi” He frowned. “Emergency medicine, Seoul National University Hospital…..”
Na bi spat the blood-tinged spit pooling in her mouth on the wet mud around her. “So you’re not blind.” She looked at him, anger bubbling in her chest. “Just devoid of human intelligence then.”
“Shut up.” He snarled, his gaze on her hardening as did his grip on the gun. Of all the ways one could die, Na bi was sure hers was going to be the most deservedly pointless one.
“Or what?” Her eyes flickered to his gun and back. “You’ll stalk, kidnap and threaten me? Oh wait, you’ve already done all of the above.”
“There is a fourth option on the list.” She felt his gun right in the middle of her chest, the nose of it digging into her sternum. “Don’t push me to do it.”
Na bi tried not to swallow the phantom lump in her throat or let the defiance in her eyes die out. Thankfully for her, a sound from the shadows turned the blonde man’s attention away - The sound of a lighter click.
“We made a mistake.” His otherwise harsh voice had a tinge of fear yet again. “It was dark and they look so alike I- “
“They look nothing alike.” An unfamiliar low voice echoed across the warehouse. Na bi tried to look through the darkness, searching for its owner but all she saw was a small dancing flame.
“We can still find her.” The blonde man stashed his gun back in its holster, his hands searching his pockets for a minute before he pulled out a photo. “They work in the same hospital, maybe they know each other.”
Turning to her, he held it up in front of her face, shining light on it. “Who is this?”
Na bi didn’t know what good resistance was going to do for her but at this moment she did not feel like being of any use to him at all. She continued stubbornly staring at him, making him grab her face once more, forcing it to turn towards the photo in his other hand. Na Bi squinted at what seemed like a picture captured from a security cam of a woman maybe in her mid-twenties, face half hidden under her cap but still revealing the brown eyes that matched her brown hair…... Ana.
“Don’t know.” She pulled herself away from his grip. “I don’t know who she-.”
“She knows.”
The voice from the shadows sent a chill down her spine. Na Bi thought she did an excellent job of concealing her shock on seeing Ana. She was only betrayed by the very slight widening of her eyes, a momentary slip he caught from all the way across the space. Denial was going to be futile.
“Why are you looking for her?”
The blonde man narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re in no position to ask questions.”
“If not for your incapability, I would not be in this position.”
Na bi could practically hear his jaw tighten, letting her know she was mere seconds from being hurt real bad but before he could do anything, the low voice boomed across the warehouse.
“Wonho.”
So that was blondie’s name. And a warning too.
Wonho immediately took a step back and Na bi realised belatedly - the man in the shadows was the leader. She felt herself stiffen at the sound of him walking ahead. More accurately, at the sound of his shoes, which she noticed were not combat boots like the rest but a pair of dress shoes that appeared in the light when he neared.
“I’m looking for some answers Ms. Baek. I just want a conversation.”
“What could she possibly know that’s of interest to you?”
“To begin with, on who’s orders has she been going around looking for me.”
Na bi raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “She’s looking for you?”
“It appears so. But no one simply looks for me Ms. Baek.” The click of the lighter resounded in the silence, this time the tiny flame briefly illuminated what looked like a grey shirt. “I’m the one who hunts.”
Na bi scoffed incredulously. “Not so good at it, are you? Clearly you can’t even pick the right prey.”
He hummed; a tinge of amusement laced in it. Wonho though, stared at her like he had just mentally put a dozen bullets through her. Na bi didn’t care; aggravating him felt alleviating for some reason. Besides, she didn’t think he would actually do anything without instruction from the man in the shadows and strangely, it didn’t feel like he wanted to hurt her.
She knew how stupid that thought was. She knew what it meant to be kidnapped in this city – it was a one-way road; no one ever came back. Even though she was not the right target, she was a liability, a risk factor roaming on the streets. As much as she hoped and prayed, there was no way they were going to let her go tonight; her fate was sealed.
“Let her go.”
Na bi felt herself choke on nothing, launching into a coughing fit, thrown off by his words. If she didn’t see the sheer shock in Wonho’s face, she would have thought she misheard him but the blonde man took both a hesitating and obedient step towards her and with a small pocket knife, cut the ropes binding her hands. She rubbed her wrists ignoring the sharp pain in her shoulders.
“You’re… you’re letting me go?”
Though she had accurately predicted the lighter click to follow, she did not expect to hear a smile in his voice. “You’ll come back to me.”
To this hell hole? “And why would I do that?”
He didn’t answer.
Giving her barely a minute to gather her discarded things, Wonho pulled her up to her feet impatiently. As she was led out, she heard footsteps receding into the darkness behind her and as much as she was surprised, sceptical and relieved all at once to be walking out of here alive, when the bag made its way back over her head, a part of her was disappointed to not being able to put a face to the voice that was ringing in her ears.
You’ll come back to me.
“I won’t.” She muttered as she was shoved back into the van.
Na Bi looked at herself in the mirror as she stepped out of the shower. She was a mess.
As if her job as an ER resident did not contribute enough to her ever so permanent dark circles, last night’s events further threw her into a sleepless night. Pushing her bangs up, she ran her fingers over the bruise on her forehead. She did put up quite a struggle when she was being forced into the van but in vain. She was no match for those clearly trained hands that were tying her up - The scars on her wrists were still burning. Letting her fringes carefully cover the bruise on her head, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, eyes glancing at her phone for the hundredth time this morning. There was still no response from Ana.
Last night, when Wonho had kicked her out of the van onto the street by her house, he had given her a warning loud and clear. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll forget tonight ever happened.” Heart racing in her chest as she entered the home she never thought she would see again, Na bi neatly ignored his words and called Ana immediately. Sure, the two of them weren’t really close and barely knew each other but how was she supposed to just stay quiet when someone was in danger? She had to warn her at least, tell her that some very sketchy people were out there looking for her, but every call she made went straight to voicemail. Not knowing what else to do, she left her a bunch of messages, explaining the situation and it had been hours but there was still no response.
Na bi looked up at the face in the mirror, her brown eyes reminding her of Ana. She was often told that the two of them looked similar but she could never see how. Yes, they had the same brown eyes and wavy brown hair but other than that, they were nothing alike. Ana looked angelic. She had such kind, warm eyes, a beautiful smile; she was the kind that stood out in a crowd, making heads turn as she walked by. Na Bi on the other hand was as ordinary as could be. Not so pale skin, tired eyes, tired posture, average height, average looks. Nothing about her was really noticeable…..except maybe her lips. She was told more than often that she had very irresistible lips but it was usually in very drunk and desperate settings so she never really took it seriously.
Throwing on an old t shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, Na bi dressed herself to work, eyes and mind still on her phone. From what she understood, it seemed like those men knew they could find Ana at the hospital. If Ana was lucky and Na bi was not too late, then maybe she could find Ana at work and warn her before they got to her. The man in the shadows did say all he wanted was a conversation but honesty was not exactly the defining factor of men who hid in the dark behind their guns. There was no reason to believe that Ana was not in danger from him.
Then again, he did let her go.
Na bi might not have seen his face or know who he was but she knew of their intentions, she had seen their hide out, she had seen enough. She was exactly the kind of loose ends that people like them made sure to clean up. They should have done away with her and ended this instead her she was, safe and alive. Either they were not smart enough to realise just how risky it was for them to let her go or they were somehow capable of some form of humane reasoning and had spared her considering picking her was their mistake. Na bi didn’t think either were possible, which meant there was something else she was missing here.
And those words of his kept ringing in her ears.
“You’ll come back to me.”
“I won’t.” She stubbornly muttered again to no one in particular and stepped out of her house into the darkness before dawn.
Two hours later, Na bi found herself standing in front of apartment number 186.
The moment she reached the hospital, she hastened to the oncology ward, looking for Ana. To her surprise, it had been days since Ana came to work and no one had heard from her in quite a while. Something was not right. Na bi immediately got a nurse to look up Ana’s hospital records for any alternative forms of contact but suspiciously, there were none - no emergency contact, no family members mentioned, no workplace hotline, but there was an address. Quickly scribbling it on a post-it note, she dropped a message to her attending about an upset stomach and left the hospital. After a 20-minute bus ride, a short walk and a ride up the elevator, Na bi was finally standing in front of the door number on her paper, praying Ana was in there.
She wasn’t picking calls and hadn’t been seen for days – the idea of finding her in her home was hopeful but given this was Seoul, it was not realistic. And Na bi’s gut feeling was right. No matter how many times she rang the doorbell, there was no response; no one was home. She had a feeling the trip here would be pointless but maybe it wasn’t that futile after all because just as she turned to leave, a chilly wind brushed her arm and Na bi traced its source to a small crack between the door and the frame. It was open.
Without much thought, she pushed the door and stepped in. Na bi didn’t know what exactly she was expecting to find in here, but everything seemed….. fine? At least at first sight, till she noticed the details.
The dishes in the sink were giving off a repulsive smell, the trash clearly hadn’t been cleared in very long. There was a bowl of cereal and milk which seemed like it was sitting on the counter for days now. The fruits in the bowl had rotten and the bread loaf on the table was way past its expiry date. To simply put it, it seemed like no one had been here in quite some time. There were no signs of struggle or injury though, no smell of blood. But there were two fading, faint lines made perhaps by suitcase wheels, leading from the door to the cupboard in the room.
Na Bi walked in and opened the wardrobe, immediately noticing it was almost empty. Her eyes skimmed over the remaining contents, mentally noting that there were no pants, not many t shirts and no inner wear at all. She did notice a white shirt that clearly belonged to someone much bigger than Ana - a man's, perhaps a partner? Na bi didn't know Ana had a partner but then again, she didn't even know Ana that well.
One thing was evident though. Given how things were left in the house and that clothes and even cash was missing, Na bi could tell Ana was on the run, perhaps for days now. Maybe she already knew the man in the shadows would come looking for her. Maybe she made sure to disappear before she was caught.
As much as Na bi was curious, there was no time to speculate – the front door creaked; someone else was here.
Following her instinct, she quickly climbed into the cupboard, closing the doors as softly as she could, covering her mouth tight to not let even the soft sound of her breathing be heard. She watched through the tiny air vents of the cupboard as two men she had never seen before walked in, armed with guns, looking around.
“See, there’s no one here.”
“But I swear I saw her. A brown-haired woman walked into the building-"
“Hundreds of people live in this apartment; it was clearly someone else. Where’s your head at, are you drinking on the job?”
“Of course, I wasn’t…It really looked like Ana….” The shorter of the two looked around, first confused then disgusted. “Every time I come in here, I forget how terrible the smell is. Why can’t we get someone to clear the trash? Those bananas especially- ”
“Boss said nothing here was to be touched remember? Just do your job. Watch the place as you were instructed.”
“But it’s terribly boring…”
And the voices faded away, perhaps as they left, allowing Na Bi to loosen her tense muscles just before they began to cramp. She gave it a good ten-minute grace period to make sure they were truly gone and climbed out of the closet. Thinking fast, she quickly stripped out of the shirt she was wearing, stuffed it into her own bag and pulled one of Ana’s pink sweaters over her head. She then grabbed a cap that was lying in there and put it on, tucking her hair into it. Without wasting much time, she left the house, leaving the door the way she found it and got into the elevator. Looking at her fuzzy reflection in the silver of the walls, she adjusted her clothes and put on a mask to hide her face just before it opened at the ground floor, revealing the two men from earlier standing right there.
They looked at her but Na bi didn't panic - she made sure they wouldn’t recognise her, there was no reason to be worried buts she held her breath nevertheless as she walked past the oblivious men, still arguing about their ‘job’. Head down, she made her way out of the gates and onto the street, processing all the information and most importantly, her biggest observation – those two men, they were not wearing combat boots.
That meant someone else was looking for Ana as well. Someone who already knew who she was and where she lived and by the look of their guns, someone who was equally dangerous. Clearly this whole deal was a lot bigger than Na bi had ever imagined and like an idiot, she had just walked herself straight into the mess.
And also, into the rock-hard chest of a very familiar man.
She looked up, rubbing her hurting forehead to see the man standing with his arms behind his back, a disapproving look all over his face. Wonho. And over his shoulder, Na Bi saw a black van. Fuck, don’t tell me-
And sure enough, she was grabbed by her wrist and shoved into the van before it sped off.
10 days later.
“Are you sure you want another drink? You’ve had quite a few tonight.”
Na Bi raised her head and looked at the bartender through her hooded, heavy eyes.
“Just pour what I’m paying you for.” She slurred.
The man shook his head disapprovingly before placing a shot glass with pretty, pink coloured drink on the counter. “You don’t have to pay; the gentleman there already did.”
Na Bi rolled her head back lazily and looked in the direction he was pointing at. Like any other drunk woman, she was used to being approached by all kinds of men in the bar but she usually didn't care much. Though it didn’t take much to bring her inhibitions down, she was always in control of herself and a woman who knew what she wanted. The older men she refused, the younger ones she laughed at, the sleazy ones she steered clear of. But very rarely, a captivating one like him would appear and Na bi did not think she minded this one.
She got up with her drink, a bit too tipsy to fix her shorts that were far too up her thighs and made her way to this so-called gentleman sitting on the bar stool, further down from her. She found herself a place between his manspread, her eyes running from his long, bared neck to his only partially concealed chest. His eyes though, were fixed on her mouth. She knew he wanted it but what was the rush?
“Why this drink?”
“Try it.” He half shouted over the music, so she raised her glass to down it, the warm liquid pleasantly burning her throat.
“I like it.” She licked her lips, knowing his eyes were fixed there. When they flickered up to meet hers, she felt hot under his gaze.
“I like you.” Uh oh, too cheesy.
Na Bi was decently good at reading people which meant she saw right through him. He was incredibly handsome, with the kind of built that probably had women fawning over him all the time, but looking at his soft doe eyes, how his hands didn’t even try to touch her yet and his terrible way with words, she could tell approaching women was not something he did often. Normally Na bi wouldn't have done the following, but today, something pushed her to.
Setting her glass down on the counter, she slowly took his hands and wrapped them around her waist before letting her own go round his neck, fingers making their way into his hair. With just millimetres between them, hot breaths mingling, she expected to feel her pulse quicken, like his did, in the veins of his neck. What she wasn’t expecting was how fast his mouth found hers, latching almost hungrily, like it waited too long. He felt like a strange ecstasy, lips, tongue, teeth, all of it, her stomach knotting like she was plummeting from a height as he pressed her up against himself harder.
Noticing his hands starting to get more daring on her body, much to his surprise she pulled herself from him and walked away, past the dancing crowd to the edge of the club. He watched as she stopped right by the washrooms and turned to him, beckoning him with her finger. His lips breaking into a small smirk, he followed, somehow getting more urgent with each step until he reached her, pushing her back, trapping her between the wall and his mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot, I could take you right here.”
Na bi chuckled at his unexpected desperation, a snide response dancing at the tip of her tongue but it was lost when his mouth moved down her neck and his hands found her ass. Biting back a moan, she revelled in the feeling of his mouth on her, not caring about the many judging eyes she met over his shoulder. Until she saw them.
Two pairs of combat boots. In the middle of the dance floor. Watching her unblinking.
Na bi immediately stiffened and it did not go unnoticed by the man before her who pulled back, looking tensed.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, I uh…” Her head slightly spinning, she shook it. “I think I need water. Could you get me some?”
Making sure she was okay once again, he left for the bar, allowing Na bi to look around, observing her surroundings that were starting to turn hazy. They seemed to be the only pair of combat boots around and maybe the alcohol was seriously affecting her judgement but she had enough. Turning on her heel, she quickly walked past the washrooms to the back door of the club, swung it open and stepped out. As expected, the two men instantly followed her but when they stepped out after her, she wasn’t there. As the door shut, Na bi who had hidden herself behind it, grabbed a discarded metal rod and took a swing at the man closer to her, knocking him out in an instant. His partner immediately turned, his gun pointing right at her but even drunk, she was faster than him, striking him with the same rod, his gun dropping to the ground. Within a second, the tables had turned.
Na bi had possession of the gun, as the man across her stood with his hands in the air, the slightest tinge of fear in his eyes.
“Keys.” Na bi held out her hand. “Car keys.”
Reaching for his back pocket, he took out a bunch of keys and handed it to her slowly.
“Where’s the car?” She raised an eyebrow, repeating when all her gave her was silence. “Where is it?”
“Near the entrance.”
“Do you have a phone?” He shook his head. Sighing Na bi tossed him her phone which he caught frowning in confusion. “9963. Unlock it.”
He complied, holding up the phone to show her.
“Good. Does this gun have a silencer?” This time he nodded. “Then I suggest you act fast. Ambulances take time on Friday nights and this guy has 20 minutes before he bleeds out.”
And without a warning, she aimed the gun at the leg of his partner lying unconscious on the road and took a shot, blood instantly gushing out. Stashing the gun behind her, Na bi ran towards the entrance, without even so much as looking back at what she had done. Reaching the parking lot, she let the sound of the car unlocking to lead her to a black Mercedes and got in, immediately turning on the engine, driving away from the dark of the night to where it was darkest.
It had been a little over a week since Na bi’s little visit to Ana’s house.
That day when she was shoved into the van again, everything made sense - this was why they had let her go. They had expected her to contact Ana to warn her and so evidently, they had their eyes on her the whole time, waiting for her to make a move. Lucky for them, within 24 hours, they went from not knowing a thing about Ana’s identity right to discovering where she lived.
Na bi had underestimated them; she knew something bigger was at play yet she allowed her emotions to cloud her judgement and now she was truly done for. She had given them what they wanted; she was of no use anymore. She accepted that finally her time had come to an end but turned out, she was wrong again. Instead of the warehouse, Na bi found herself being tossed onto the street near her house once more and the black van sped off once before Wonho gave her yet another warning.
“Third time’s a charm Ms. Baek. I might not be so merciful if I see you again. Stay away from where you don’t belong.”
Anyone in her place would have thanked their stars for getting not one, but two chances to live but Na bi felt an unwarranted anger. The first time they let her go, they had an agenda. They used her to their advantage which meant this time too, they were up to something. Na bi hated the how they kept playing her but the truth was, no matter how many ways she tried to analyse the situation, she had no idea what they wanted from her now. The only one who could put her mind to ease by giving an explanation was the man in the shadows and with a bitter taste in her mouth, Na bi remembered that he predicted she would go back to him.
“You’ll come back to me.”
Recalling the sheer confidence in his voice, Na bi promised herself to do anything but that. He was clearly playing some mind game with her and she was not going to fall for it again.
As far as Ana was concerned, after a lot of contemplation, Na bi decided to go to the cops. After all, that was what any logical, reasonable person in her place would and should do. There were more than one groups of dangerous people looking for her, it was only a matter of time before they managed to find her; only the law could help Ana now. But the next afternoon, the moment Na bi stepped into the police station closest to the hospital, she realised that yet again, she was wrong.
Sitting right there on the bench was a widely built man dressed in a black shirt and olive-green pants, tapping away his foot on the concrete floor. His combat boot clad foot. Before he looked up and caught her eye, Na bi looked away as though she didn’t notice him there at all. When a cop approached asking why she was here, thinking fast, she took out the largest bill she could find in her wallet and handed it to him, claiming she found it on the street and left immediately.
Of course the man in the shadows had his men in the police station. Criminals always made sure to stay close to law enforcement, prevention was after all better than cure. Na bi sighed in relief, glad that she was quick enough to notice the man. Had she given her statement, she would have turned from a mere risk factor to an actual threat and the man in the shadows definitely could not be benevolent or dumb enough to let her walk away with that. As much as she hated to admit, there was nothing Na bi could do to help Ana anymore – the time had come to forget any of this ever happened.
Except they wouldn’t let her.
The first time she noticed was that night when she went to close the curtains of her window – standing right across her building on the street was a man leaning against the lamp post smoking his cigarette, the combat boots evident on his feet. Though she felt like her heart was in mouth, Na bi simply drew the curtains and told herself to calm down. She was tired and lived four floors above the ground floor, maybe she was just not seeing right. But the next morning when she left her building, Na bi knew she didn’t make a mistake – he was still there and he was definitely wearing combat boots. Turning up her senses to high alert, Na bi made her way to work and realised much to her horror, the men in combat boots were everywhere – on the roads she walked, in the trains she took, the bakery where she grabbed her breakfast, the library where she worked on her papers and even in her workplace, one sitting aimlessly in the visitor lounge and another with an IV line hooked up for ‘dehydration’.
Na bi was wrong once more. It wasn’t the police station they had their eye on, it was her they were watching. More than just watching actually. She could tell her mail had been opened and checked before she got to it. The newfound buzzing sound in the background of all her calls meant her phone was being tapped. She was being monitored round the clock.
Na bi tried her best to behave like she didn’t notice anything. She still had no idea what these men wanted from her so she knew had to make her every move carefully – she was not going to be their little scapegoat yet again. Though as days passed, it got more and more hard to pretend. Not only was the feeling of constantly being watched invasive, intrusive and extremely uncomfortable, the fact that Na bi still couldn’t fathom why the hell they were doing it was driving her up the wall. But she held it in and let her despisal for ignorance take a backseat while they continued to treat her privacy like it was nothing.
And now, after whole week and a half, she had finally reached her limit. It had been a very draining few days at both work and in her personal life and after weeks, she had come out with some colleagues to wind down so to see those men watching her when she was having a preferably private moment was just –
Na Bi slammed the brakes as she reached her destination. The man at the bar. She had forgotten all about him and left without an explanation. A slight guilt rose in her chest but it quickly died down. She didn't owe him anything - he was company for just a bit, a momentary escape, an illusion before she threw herself back into her regular life. After the days she had, she badly needed a break from everything but here she was instead, in front of the large doors of the warehouse where it all began.
You’ll come back to me.
She stumbled out of the car, her footing trying its best after all the drinks she had tonight and walked up to the metal doors, pushing them open. Standing right in the middle of a familiar scenery was Wonho, who’s eyes narrowed at her first in suspicion, then annoyance.
“How the hell did you find this place?”
“Wasn’t so hard.” Na bi pointed around vaguely. “Looks like a warehouse, reeks of gasoline, mud on my shoes from that night was coal black. Considering It took 30 minutes at average speed when you brought me back home and there were barely any stops on the way means no traffic signals, means highway, means outskirts. Combine all that and there was only one abandoned car engine factory that fit the profile.”
When the weight of her words sunk in, Wonho chuckled. “You’re smart.”
“I know.”
“But not smart enough.” He walked up her. “You found a way in but do you have a way out?”
Na bi reached for the gun stashed behind her back and pulled it out, pointing it right at Wonho’s chest, history repeating itself, just a little differently. Immediately she heard the click of at least 40 guns, men and women finally stepping out from the shadows around, their weapons aimed right at her.
“Now now, let’s not be hasty.” She threw the gun down in the mud, holding her hands up. “I just want to talk.”
“Conversations don’t interest me.”
“I don’t need long. Actually, I can’t take long. You see, I just left a party about 20 minutes ago without informing anyone. Now the amazing people that my friends are, the longer I’m missing, the more likely they are to try to locate me by tracking my phone, which, I should let you know, is with two of your men who are in a very unexplainable, compromising situation right now. So, before it becomes a scene and the cops get involved and this whole thing spirals out of your control and mine, I suggest you let me get my answers and let me go.”
Wonho laughed but when his subordinate walked up and whispered something in his ear, the smile was wiped off his face, landing on Na bi’s instead. Her claim had been verified.
“What do you want to know?”
Na bi shook her head, instantly regretting it when her head started spinning. “Not you. I want to talk to your boss.” Wonho stiffened, making her click her tongue. She knew she didn’t have long before all those drinks in her body betrayed her. “Tick tock.”
Sighing he moved out of the way, his voice disgruntled. “Straight down, door on the left.”
Taking a deep breath, Na bi followed his instructions and a big white door loomed into sight. Every part of what she was doing was stupid and reckless and insane but it was too late. She had come too far for answers, she just had to go a little further. Ignoring the way everything around her was spinning, she opened the door and stepped in.
Na Bi didn’t know what she expecting to see in here. Her best guess was something straight out of the Godfather movie. Some sort of luxuriously decorated room with a middle-aged man sitting on a velvet couch drinking whiskey on the rocks. But the sight before her was nothing like that. It was a small, simple, dimly lit room with empty white walls, just a wooden table and chair in the middle and in front of it was a young man with his back to her. He was tall and lean, putting on a black vest over his white shirt, looking at her over his shoulder, the long fringes of his hair covering most of his face.
“You came back Ms. Baek.”
He turned, walking up to her, finally appearing in the light and Na bi felt her lips part wordlessly.
He was beautiful. Beautiful in a way dangerous things were. Skin pale like it had never seen the light of day starkly contrasting his jet-black hair pushed back in a way that framed his face so appropriately. His eyes were empty but also saying a hundred unknown things at once. Her gaze wandered down his sharp nose and thin, blood red lips and Na Bi felt like she finally understood what people meant when they told her lips were captivating. There was nothing more she wanted to do than feel them just once, her hand unknown to her, reaching for it.
He took a step back, moving away but she held him by collar and pulled him back towards her, their faces inches away from each other. If Na Bi thought she felt electricity with any other man in her life, what she felt with him was feral. The attraction was inexplicable and illogical and inappropriate.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I just really wanted to….” She let him go, stumbling back, feeling her knees starting to give away. “Who… who are you?”
A whole minute passed before he decided to answer. “I.M”
“Hmm, you are?”
The edges of his lips curved into a small smile. “I am Changkyun.”
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dancing with the devil
in which: someone wants you eliminate you from this world, and they hire seonghwa to do it.
pair: assassin!seonghwa/afab!reader
word count: 4k
content: angst, smut, bedroom sex, suspense, murder, seonghwa kinda being a sleazebag, plot twists?, completely consensual (sex)!
author's note: i listened to devil by wonho while writing this, but when arriba comes out, listen to that and read this. also... just know that i am truly very extremely horribly completely sorry for what i have done. (update: after listening to arriba... devil fits better oop)
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part one | part two
Seonghwa was the devil. Well, technically, he was human, but he was definitely not an angel. He was smooth, suave, sexy. He was manipulative, having a way with words like no other, and he was cunning, adjusting his plan to fit whatever situation he was in better. Above all, he was dedicated to his career. You could consider him to be Jason Bourne— a ruthless assassin hired by the powerful and feared by most, except he had all his memories and knew exactly what he was doing, and the number one thing that drove him to do what he did was money. Seonghwa was all about that money.
“Ah, Mr. Park. Come, I’ve been expecting you,” Seonghwa’s client greeted him as he entered the office.
Seonghwa looked around. It was a nice office with a stellar view of the city and high end furniture, bookshelves spread across the walls— the office of a corporate lawyer. Seonghwa started doing the calculations on his head on how much money he could milk out of this client.
“Please, have a seat,” the man gestured to the arm chair across from his desk with a smile on his face.
Seonghwa took his seat, crossing his slender legs and leaning back in the chair to make himself comfortable. “So, Mr. Song,” he said with a quiet voice. “Who’s the target?”
Mr. Song’s smile slightly fell, completely taken aback by Seonghwa’s no-shit attitude. Seonghwa was a man who liked to get straight to the point because time was money, and he liked to get through targets quickly.
“This woman, Y/N,” Mr. Song scattered a bunch of photographs on his desk. Seonghwa picked up one of the photos and looked at it as the lawyer continued, “She caught me burying evidence to manipulate a case, and she threatened me that she was going to do more digging and find all the cases I manipulated. I don’t want or need that to happen. Get rid of her.”
Seonghwa looked at the photograph with a straight face, but his heart couldn’t deny it— he was definitely attracted to you, and just through a piece of paper no less. He slightly worried for his sanity upon seeing you in person, but that was a later problem. Right now, he needed more information.
“Alright. Do you need me to follow her around or—”
“No need. She’s going to be at a party tonight for the opening of a new firm. Do it then. I need her gone as soon as possible.”
“Okay, Mr. Song, that’s going to cost you a bit of money for the lack of proper notice—”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll give you all the money you want, just fucking do it.”
A slight smirk appeared on Seonghwa’s face. He gestured for the man to give him a pen and post-it note, scribbled an amount on there, and passed it to the lawyer.
“I’ll have my secretary transfer this to you immediately.”
Mr. Song really wasn’t kidding when he said he’d give Seonghwa all the money he wanted— he wrote down six-figures as a joke, but he wasn’t going to say no to free money. He stood up and held his hand out for the lawyer to shake.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Song.”
“Great. Along with the transfer, my secretary will send you a copy of the invitation for tonight’s party. I would like you to get there before she does, then rid of her however you please.”
“Y/N! You should leave your firm and come work with me,” a man said cheerily to you upon seeing you.
“No thanks, Wooyoung,” you responded with a pleasant smile. “I love you and Yunho, but my last name plus Jung and Jeong would not be as cute.”
“If it’s the aesthetic that’s holding you back, then we can just get rid of him,” Yunho appeared by your side the second you mentioned his name. “We’ll be Jeong and—”
“Nope! My name comes first. Ladies first, after all.”
You laughed alongside the managing partners from other firms that had been invited to that night’s party— you knew most if not all of the managing partners and got along with most of them pretty well. There was one man in particular, though, that you were not keen on seeing.
“Looking for me, babe?”
You felt a hand slide along the exposed skin on your back, only for that arm to hug your waist and bring you close. Just from the first touch, you knew exactly who it was.
“Look at you in this dress… This backless, tight, sexy, white dress,” he whispered in your ear. “You look just like an angel. I could just eat you up, Y/N.”
“In your dreams, San,” you pushed the man away, your palm in his face.
“Also, what’re you doing in your free time eating angels?” Yunho questioned San.
“Ever heard of Angel Food Cake, dumbass?”
“So I’m a cake now…”
“Oh yeah, totally babes,” San returned right to your side and brushed his nose past your jawline. “Your ass in that dress? Double cheeked up on a—”
“Jongho! Can you get your horny managing partner out of here?” Wooyoung complained loudly as he locked eyes with the man, Jongho.
“San, I swear to God, I’m going to change our firm name from Choi and Choi to just Choi if you don’t leave that poor woman alone,” Jongho said with a heavy sigh.
“You’ll leave the firm?” San asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jongho pinched San’s ear and tugged him away. “We’ll be in the corner learning manners if you need us!”
You, Wooyoung, and Yunho all waved goodbye to the bickering firm partners, and your eyes returned to scanning the crowd. Little did you know that there was a certain someone keeping his eye on you, waiting for the perfect chance to introduce himself as you looked around the room to avoid the lawyer you had major issues with.
“Who are you looking for?” Wooyoung asked you, picking up on your silence.
“Oh, uh, no one really…” you answered trying not to divulge any information.
Before Wooyoung could press further, you heard a deep voice say from afar, “Wooyoung! There you are! Oh, and Yunho? Perfect!”
“Hi, Attorney Kang,” you greeted Yeosang with a wide grin when the man arrived at your little group.
“Hello to you too, Y/N,” Yeosang responded with a wink, intentionally using your first name to subtly flirt with you. “Would you mind if I stole these two jackasses from you?”
“Jackasses?!” Wooyoung and Yunho chorused.
“By all means.”
You laughed as you watched both Wooyoung’s face and Yunho’s face go from shocked to betrayed, and before they could say anything to you, Yeosang was already dragging them away with his immense power.
And so, you stood at the standing table alone, looking over your shoulder so you wouldn’t see Attorney Song or his firm partner, Kim Hongjoong, anywhere. In fact, you were so distracted, that you didn’t realize someone had joined you at the table.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing alone in a place like this? What if a disgusting senior partner tried to pull moves on you?” the person asked.
“Aren’t you the dis—” you turned to tell the guy off, only to immediately bite your tongue— there was no way in hell you were going to be able to call this man disgusting when he was drop dead gorgeous to the point where he was practically sparkling (making you wonder how you missed his presence in the first place).
“Aren’t I what?” he asked, amusement laced in his question.
“I thought you were someone else…”
“Like who?”
“Well, one of those disgusting lawyers you were talking about… But you definitely are not one of them.”
“No, I am not, angel.”
Along with the nickname, he smiled at you in what you could only describe as genuine and sweet, like he truly wanted to get to know you, and you were drawn to him instantly like a moth to a flame. You held your hand out for him and said, “Y/N.”
Instead of shaking your hand, he completely took you by surprise when he took your hand and left a light kiss on the back of your hand. Your face got hot instantly when he looked up at you with the most incredible sexy and yet soft eyes.
“Seonghwa.”
Not to sound like an absolute sleazebag, but female targets were always so easy for Seonghwa— just give them a few compliments and make them feel like the only girl in the world, and she’s in bed with you in two seconds flat. Also, it helped that he was an attractive man, but regardless, it was that easy for him.
Things with you, however, were different. The compliments Seonghwa fed you were not canned responses that he had at his disposal. They were legitimate. The attraction he felt for you carried from the photographs he saw earlier that day to the real you, and he was truly smitten. Of course, you didn’t know that. All you knew was that this stranger was oddly comfortable and made you want to let down your hair and go wild.
“Tell me the truth, angel,” Seonghwa said to you in a hushed voice as the two of you stood outside the banquet hall against a railing and under the starry sky. “What made you decide on wearing this dress?”
“What, this old thing?” you giggled. “It’s always fun to make the male lawyers ogle, especially the older ones when they’re with their wives.”
“Well, yes, you can do that with this dress, but you can do that with other dresses too. For instance…”
Seonghwa’s fingertips crawled over your exposed waist and to the small of your back, then he trailed a finger up your spine, your back arching and bringing you closer to the railing. You had to stifle a moan the further up your back his finger went.
“You went with a dress that’s shows off the beautiful curves of your waist and is fully revealing in the back,” Seonghwa’s lips were right next to your ear, his hot breath making you flush. He then turned you so that you faced him and continued, “But conservative in the front… When you could’ve found a dress that further enhanced your body. One where the neck line goes from here—”
He traced a line from the middle of your neck down to the space right in between your breasts. “—to here. And one without full length sleeves…”
His fingers tiptoed along your arm from your wrist to your shoulder, his hand then resting on the back of your head. He planted his fingers in the roots of your hair and yanked back roughly, but not painfully, sending tingles down your arms and legs. With his free hand, he hugged your waist and brought you close, your hands automatically holding onto his shoulders. You held your breath as he brought his face close to yours— you automatically shut your eyes thinking he was going to kiss you, but instead he brought his lips back to your ear and said, “However, I’d prefer if you wore nothing. I think other men would too.”
A hint of a smirk lingered on his face as he leaned back to look at your flustered face. You audibly gulped upon seeing the man’s eyes darken. His firm grasp of your hair loosened slightly, but you didn’t want his hand going anywhere. You placed your hand over his and held it while pushing yourself further into him.
“If that’s the case, then I can make that happen for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
Seonghwa held you tighter, his hand rooted in your hair once more. You had one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder as you gazed into his intense eyes waiting for him to make a move, any move.
“Yeah,” you responded with a nod.
His lips brushed past yours as he responded, “Let’s make it happen then, angel.”
With that, Seonghwa pressed his incredibly posh, ruby lips against yours, electricity running through your entire body. You felt your stomach flip and your pussy heat up the more intensely he kissed you, and fireworks erupted all throughout your body when you felt his hand move from your waist to your breast, only for the man to immediately smile against your lips.
“Ah, I was wondering if you were wearing pasties or not,” he snickered. “You went fully commando tonight, huh?”
“Anything for the dress.”
The second Seonghwa brought you to his place, he tore his suit jacket off, bent you over the kitchen countertop, and pulled the length of your dress up and over your ass, the material bunched up in his fist; and since you had gone commando, the first thing he did was kneel and run his tongue along your folds. Your legs trembled and struggled to keep you upright even with the added assistance of Seonghwa’s firm hands clenching your thighs then ass.
You gasped and looked up to the ceiling as you felt Seonghwa’s insane tongue flick your clit rapidly, waves of pleasure rushing over you one after the other. You were gripping onto the countertop with all of your might, your knuckles just as white as your dress by that point. He continued to suck and slurp your sweet arousal fluid, the noises of him just eating you out enough to send you spiraling.
“Oh, angel…” Seonghwa suddenly pulled away from you when he saw your grip on the countertop (and reality) loosen. “You don’t get to cum yet.”
“W-what do you mean?” you panted and blinked tears out of your eyes while attempting to turn and look at him.
Seonghwa stood up and unbuckled his belt. The belt fell to the ground, and moments later, he had slid his pants and briefs down just enough to release his throbbing, impatient cock. He immediately brought the tip to rub up and down your folds, one hand guiding his dick while the other worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“You only get to cum when I say you can,” Seonghwa said roughly, his low voice turning you on even more— which you didn’t think was even possible at that point.
“Please, Seonghwa… I’m so close…” you whined.
You heard him tear open a condom packet. Seonghwa rolled the condom on, and seconds after teasing you and rubbing the head along your folds, he pushed his way into your dripping pussy, sending your waist into the marble counter. You thought that the impact was going to hurt, but it didn’t, and it was because Seonghwa was holding your waist and bringing you towards him as he thrust into you, making his thrusts twice as strong.
“Ugh, Y/N. You’re so tight— my dick is going to explode,” the man groaned, his lovely voice echoing in your ear.
Then, he changed the angle he was thrusting at. His cock brushed past your G-spot a couple times before stars fill your vision.
“Oh, oh, oh God, Seonghwa! Please, I wanna cum,” you begged him with a sob as you held back your orgasm to the best of your ability. “Let me cum. I want to cum so bad. Please, please, please.”
Hearing you beg and cry for him to let you finish excited him. He bent over and licked your back before whispering, “Go ahead, angel. Cum for me.”
You cried out and gripped the countertop as your legs and torso shook while you came. And, while you came, you clenched so hard that Seonghwa creamed as well, completely filling up the condom he had just rolled on. You heard him swear loudly, the profanity followed by a very sexually arousing groan.
“Fuck, you really did make my dick explode,” Seonghwa let out a light laugh as he pulled out.
While Seonghwa threw the used condom away, you sank to the floor, your legs completely giving out. You were panting and blinking tears out of your eyes as you stared right at the ground, unable to look up in fear of seeing the gorgeous man who just fucked you to heaven and back. Yet, you were forced to look at him when he scooped you off the ground and carried you bridal style into his bedroom.
“Hwa,” you said breathlessly the second you spotted his bed. “Wait, I can’t—”
“Don’t give up on me yet, angel. We’re just getting started.”
Along with his body weight, Seonghwa laid you down on his bed and immediately locked lips with you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe when he shoved his tongue down your throat and groped various erogenous zones on your bare body. You writhed under his touch, your cunt getting wetter and more sensitive.
Seeing you completely wrecked and desperate turned Seonghwa on to the max. He honestly wished he could fuck you to death— what a great ending that would be. Alas, that was not going to happen, so he just had to enjoy you as much as he could before finishing the job. He pushed himself up, rolled on another condom, and quickly thrust into you. Your back immediately arched, and a crying moan immediately left your lips.
“Seonghwa!” you cried as you felt him shoot through you with every thrust. “S-slow down!”
“Sorry, angel,” Seonghwa sighed out erotically. “I can’t stop. You— Ugh— You feel so good.”
You continued to let out loud cries as Seonghwa continued fucking you fast and hard to the point where you could hear the bedsprings squeaks even through the sound of blood rushing to your ears. The intensity of his love-making only increased when he moved your legs so that they were resting on his shoulders, his upper body pressing into you and folding you like a pretzel; yet, you loved it. You wanted him to abuse you further.
“Seong— Angh— Hwa!” you cried as you flung your head back.
“You like that, angel? You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Ye-es! Oh, God! H-harder!”
“Harder?! You were just telling me to slow down, now you want me to fuck you harder?” Seonghwa asked you with shock, amusement hidden in his words.
“Mmhmm— Hnngh— D-deeper, too!”
Seonghwa wanted to laugh. He did as you asked while suppressing his amusement, sitting up and bringing you with him. He knelt on the bed and had you sitting on his lap to ride him— well, you weren’t riding so much as he was lifting and dropping your ass on his dick repeatedly. You clung to his shoulders and ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, gripping and pulling whenever you felt his cock nearly reach your cervix. Your breathy moans echoed in Seonghwa’s ear, turning the man on further. You planted the lightest hickey on his neck, and he fully lost his mind.
“Seonghwa, I’m— I wanna cum…” you whimpered, your lips right next to his ear.
“You wanna cum?”
Seonghwa leaned back, the fire in his eyes blazing, your mind immediately blanking. You could barely keep it together at that point. You nodded fervently while biting your lower lip. In that moment, Seonghwa snapped. He pinned you down on the bed again and thrust at the speed of light, the slaps of his waist hitting your ass filling up the room. His cock finally hit your cervix, and pleasure washed over you. You tensed up and pushed your head into the pillow behind your head, your nails digging into Seonghwa’s arms.
“Oh, fuck! Y/N, I’m cumming!” Seonghwa groaned loudly.
With a final thrust Seonghwa pushed himself deep into you, spurts of thick cum filling the condom. With a deep, pleasureful sigh, Seonghwa dropped his head and caught his breath. Your heart was still racing, and your chest was still moving heavily as you took long breaths when Seonghwa pulled out.
You laid sprawled out on the bed for a solid two minutes. It was at the third minute that you questioned where Seonghwa went in his own home. You sat up in the bed and looked around, still unable to spot the man. You wrapped one of the bedsheets around you and were about to get up and off the bed when Seonghwa returned into the room swiftly, his lower body covered with clothes.
“You decided to get dressed before helping me?” you asked with a scoff.
“I had to.”
Seonghwa’s words were curt, and his tone was sharp, sending chills down your spine. It was as if in the three minutes he was gone his entire personality flipped. He went from being seductive and romantic to… Someone way worse. His eyes were cold and sharp, and there was no longer a smile on his face.
“Seonghwa, what’s going on?” you asked him carefully.
Your eyes went wide when Seonghwa pulled out a gun from behind him and up for you to see it. Your eyes flitted back and forth from the gun to the man who just fucked you.
“What is this?! What the fuck is going on?!” you shrieked.
You tried to move, but your ass and legs were shot to hell by Seonghwa’s cock, leaving you unable to escape him and getting shot to hell by his bullet.
“I was hired to kill you, Y/N,” Seonghwa said softly— he technically wasn’t supposed to tell you why he was going to kill you but, let’s face it. You were going to die, so it’s not like you could snitch to anyone about it.
“Who?!”
“Attorney Song Mingi. He hired me to murder you. So now, I have to.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Seonghwa! He wants me gone? I’ll get out of the country! I just— I don’t understand!”
Seonghwa remained silent. He checked the bullets in the magazine as you stared at him with your jaw dropped.
“So, you fucked me… And now, you’re going to kill me? All of this just happened, and it meant nothing to you?”
Seonghwa quickly clicked the magazine back into place before looking at you and answering, his voice and face devoid of emotion, “It’s not personal, angel. It’s business. I have to do my job.”
“No… Please…”
You thought about shoving him away and mustering up whatever strength you had in your legs to make a run for it, but you knew that he would shoot you dead regardless. You trembled with fear as he approached you.
“Sorry, angel,” he whispered.
Seonghwa cocked the gun and held it right to your temple, the cool metal of the barrel pressing into your skin. You looked up at him, eyes wide, tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa’s resolve flinched— He wanted to fuck the shit out of you and make you look like that because of his cock, not because of his gun. Gritting his teeth, he ignored his impulse and tightened his grip on the gun.
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
Seonghwa was wearing a full sleeve turtleneck under his dress shirt the next morning. He self-consciously touched over the fabric the spot on his neck where you left a hickey as he walked into Mr. Song Mingi’s office. He stood by the door and locked eyes with the lawyer.
“Is it done?”
Seonghwa gave him a silent nod.
“Got rid of it?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Song walked around his desk and right up to Seonghwa, offering his hand out for the assassin to shake. Seonghwa shook his hand firmly then immediately let go, trying to make sure the man didn’t see the bandaids on his arms. With a nod, Seonghwa left the office and walked down the hall while taking out his phone, figuring out the location to meet his next client: Mr. Kim.
“Oh, you’re here early, Mr. Park.”
Seonghwa turned around and nearly jumped. Mr. Kim was standing a couple feet behind him with a sober face.
“Mr. Kim?”
“Yes. Come with me.”
The two walked to Mr. Kim’s office, the door immediately closing behind them. The two sat on couches opposite each other, eyes locked on one another.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Kim Hongjoong?”
“I need you to kill Mr. Song Mingi.”
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A Hard Day
Wonho & Jackson Wang x Male Reader
cw: tops wonho and jackson, established relationship, a little of praise and degradation, titjob, cum eating, cockwarming, creampie, rimjob, facial, overstimulation, double penetration, cumming hands free.
an: this was a request, anon asked for it to have angst too but i didn't knew how to include it so it's only smut, i'm sorry :(.
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it was a tough day for yn at work luckily his boyfriend wonho called him and told him that a surprise awaited him when he arrived home.
Yn arrived home and opened the door as quickly as he could, he ran into the living room and what he saw left him speechless. Wonho and Jackson were completely naked on the couch, squeezing each other's cocks. their lube-covered bodies glistening under the light of the room, wonho's tits looked exquisite. “oh my fucking god” gasped yn, his cock already hard watching those sexy men playing with each other's bodies.
“come here bitch boy” wonho made a motion with his hand for yn to walk closer "join us" jackson winks.
yn quickly took off his clothes, leaving himself completely naked and sitting between them, jackson and wonho used their bodies to smear yn's in lube as well while the three mouths were busy exchanging saliva and their tongues intertwining with each other.
"hard day?" jackson asked, "i can almost feel all the coffee you've drank today... and you only do that when you're stressed” jackson never failed to show how well he knew yn, "that's right jackson, but now it's so much better being here with you guys”. "we already had a feeling that it was going to be a stressful day for you, so we made these to make our little bitch feel a little better”.
while they both slowly kissed yn's sensitive neck, he played with wonho's tits "they are so big that i could masturbate with them" he groped them, pinching and twisting the nipples while slapping them lightly to see how they bounced. "then why don't you do it?" wonho encourages him.
yn put his cock between both tits while wonho squeezed them as much as he could "shit it feels so good" yn mentioned while moaning loudly, “go ahead, show me what a whore you are" wonho says. while they were at it, jackson was busy burying his face in yn's ass, sucking and smearing it with saliva while his tongue explored the insides "delicious" he murmurs.
the lube made it easy for yn to slide his cock between the juicy chest.
being stimulated by both sides it was a matter of time before yn came. his thrusts were sloppy, every time the tip of his cock reached wonho's mouth, he gave it a kiss, taking the opportunity to taste the pre-cum. “how's my bitch feeling? is he about to cum?. i should squeeze harder, right?" and that's what he did. seconds later yn let out a growl, his cock exploded, spilling semen all over wonho's face and mouth. he also squeezed his ass so hard, which still had jackson's tongue inside, causing a very pleasant sensation for both of them.
"now it's time for us to cum, pretty boy," jackson says with his sexy, almost raspy voice. they took turns impaling yn's warm hole. wonho's cock was thicker than jackson's, although the latter was a few centimeters larger. both never failed to touch that delicious spot inside yn that made him see stars "i feel so full" the boy moaned, when one cock enters the other came out.
"i can't believe that after so much time of me breaking this dirty whore's hole, it's still as tight as the first time" grunted the muscular man who was still playing with his nipples covered in sperm from the bottom.
wonho continued fucking yn's ass while jackson enjoyed his throat, "so tight...! hngh.. you really were made to please us, weren't you handsome boy?" jackson adds, wiping away the tears that fell down the other's cheeks, "i think he's been a good boy, don't you think so, wonho?" jackson asks the other who was focusing only on breaking yn "that's right, he's been a very good whore... i think we should give him a prize." and just like that, both of yn's holes were filled with hot thick sperm, jackson and wonho's cocks throbbing inside him while they rode his high.
their bodies shook gently due to the spasms caused by them cumming. without realizing it yn came again from the overstimulation "so much cum… holy fuck" he sighed feeling tired.
“go to sleep prince, we'll take care of cleaning everything tomorrow" jackson kissed his forehead while wonho put a finger in his ass to smear it with his sperm and putting it on his lips "good night my good whore" then he inserted his tongue into the other's mouth letting him taste his seed too "now you will have both my sperm and jackson's in your mouth so you can taste us" he whispered to him while he lulled him with a low and gentle voice tone so that yn would fall asleep and could rest from the tiring day, with both cocks still inside him.
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