Pairing : Idol!Song Mingi X F!ReaderTW : Mingi Being Mean ; Reader Is A Smoker (don't Smoke It's Bad!)

Pairing : Idol!Song Mingi x F!Reader TW : mingi being mean ; reader is a smoker (don't smoke it's bad!) ; breakup ; fluff at the end ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : Anonny : Can I request something angsty but like kinda cute/fluff with mingi plz? like he calls the reader clingy or annoying or smth like that plzzz A/N : MY FIRST ATEEZ REQUEST THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE YOU TOO!!! I HOPE I DO YOU RIGHT WITH THIS!!

Today was special, it was an anniversary of sorts, not the usual anniversary though. It was the anniversary of the first day that you had seen each other. It’s been exactly two years since the two of you walked by each other on the sidewalk, taking a moment to pause and look at one another before continuing to where you both had to be. Most people wouldn’t think much of it, people passed each other on the street every single day… But you and Mingi were special, you both knew that you wanted one another, it was just a matter of getting to each other, and you did, two years later and you were both as happy as the day he had first asked you out and you had said yes. Some people were just fated to be together, and that’s exactly how you felt about him. 

“Happy Anniversary!” You cheered as soon as he walked through the front door, placing down the piping bag full of icing and skipping over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight hug. You loved when he came home, the bright aura that seemed to just surround him and light up every single room he walked into. “I was in the process of decorating the cake, and dinner is already done. Do you want to help me finish up?” 

“Not right now… I just want to relax for a bit.” He patted your back, and the feeling was really awkward considering it felt more like what a friend would do with another friend. It wasn’t even a hug. The situation in and of itself was really unnerving, he had never turned down the opportunity to help you decorate the anniversary cake. He had always told you that was his favorite part. Maybe he just wanted to spend some time relaxing with you after work, that always seemed to calm him down when he had a particularly bad day. 

“Well let me just clean up real quick and then I’ll meet you in the-” 

The loud huff that escaped his parted lips had you pausing, his jaw was clenched tight as his fists balled up at his sides. “I don’t want you to. I just want to be alone, and that means being away from you too. You’re so clingy… So annoying… It’s like you’re constantly just… Crawling under my skin I can’t get rid of you.” His hands ran over his face as his head fell back, his eyes finally catching a glimpse of the anniversary banner that hung above him, and the sight of him underneath it only seemed to make his words hurt worse. “And it’s not our fucking anniversary…” He grumbled, his arm reaching up to yank down the banner. “Grow up.” 

You were too stunned to cry, too stunned to really do anything at all. You simply watched him walk over to the bedroom, only flinching slightly when the door slammed shut behind him. As everything that had just happened began to process in your mind, you skipped completely over the part where you’d be upset about it and went straight to being angry. What made him think that he could talk to you like that? It shouldn’t matter how bad his day was. You’re his girlfriend, you were only trying to help him feel better. 

“Good god, you really suck at listening, don’t you?” He grumbled loudly when you walked into the bedroom, his head propped up on the pillows as he scrolled through the channels on the tv. You rolled your eyes as you went to the closet, pulling out your suitcase before tossing in your jackets that were hanging up. “Oh! Good, I’ll finally get a fucking break.” He commented as he watched you pack your things, and the comment was enough to have you standing up straight to look at him. 

“Yeah, you will. Enjoy your break.” You snapped back at him, and it almost seemed like he was enjoying it, the smile on his face that usually brought you so much happiness now only irritated you further. “Happy Anniversary… I’m breaking up with you.” You said firmly, and for a moment it looked like his smile wavered, his eyes widening for a split second as he looked at you. It’s not like you expecting him to beg you to stay, but you thought that maybe he’d want to talk it out with you so that you didn’t leave. So you stood there, and you waited for him to say something, anything… Anything at all to make you take back what you had just said. 

“Aren’t you leaving?” Unexpected, it was completely unexpected, but once Mingi was in one of his modes, it was hard to get him out of it. You weren’t going to be a fool and beg him to let you stay. You were better than that, you had more pride than that. This was what he wanted, and you were going to give him exactly that. 

You sat on the bench outside of your work, a cigarette hanging between your lips as you scrolled through your phone. It had been three weeks since the breakup, and while you were far from being alright, you were trying your best to at least be okay or at least seem okay in public. Your front page news had been filled for the last two weeks with news on Mingis hiatus, and during his two week hiatus he had tried to text you and call you, asking you to talk to him, but you had ignored him. He wanted you to leave and that’s exactly what you were doing. 

Now the front page news was on Mingis return and a potential new song in the works. You still couldn’t wait to hear it, even though you and him weren’t together, it didn’t mean that you didn’t love their songs, and you still supported the rest of the guys and wanted them to do amazing. 

You clicked on the link and took a drag from your cigarette before holding it between your fingers, letting the smoke pillow out of your parted lips as you skimmed over the words on the page. “Hey…” You heard the voice in front of you, and then you glanced down at the shoes that were almost toe to toe with yours before shaking your head, not even bothering to look up at the person. 

“Sorry man, this is my last one.” You lied, and you knew it was wrong to lie, but cigarettes were also extremely expensive and you couldn’t afford to just give them out. The cigarette was plucked from between your fingers and you gasped loudly as your head whipped up, your mouth already open, as if you were revving up to go off on the man, that is, until you saw who it was. 

“I thought you quit.” Mingi commented as he looked over the stick before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out. It had been one of the things he was most proud of in the relationship, helping you slowly but surely break your addiction. He had believed in you, he had so much faith in you, and that alone is what had been the strongest push to get you to put them down completely. Knowing that he was going to be there with you, it had helped you immensely… But he wasn’t there now. All you had were the cigarettes to fill the void that had been left when he told you to leave. “Don’t you know how bad they are for you?” 

You scoffed as you pulled the pack out of your purse and lit up another one, blowing the smoke off to the side away from him before looking up and flashing him a smirk. “Yeah, you know… I grew up and I did a lot of research on the damaging side effects of being a smoker… But… I’m also grown up enough to be able to not give a fuck.” You pushed yourself up off the bench, taking another long drag and deeply inhaling the smoke, and it’s not even like you had wanted another cigarette right now, it was more so that you wanted to piss him off, you wanted to hurt him. “Aren’t you leaving now?” 

His eyes narrowed at the blatant use of his own words against him, the way you so snarkily said them. “No, I’m not.” He said flatly, taking the cigarette from between your lips now and snapping it in half before letting it fall to the ground. “You’re being ridiculous.” 

“I’d rather be ridiculous than clingy and annoying. You can stop breaking my cigarettes though, some of us don’t make as much money as you do.” You adjusted your purse strap on your shoulder, sighing heavily as you stared at him. “Look, we broke up, you can leave me alone now.” 

“I don’t know who this we is… But I didn’t break up with you. You broke up with me but I didn’t agree to that.” His arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you, the bucket hat that he was wearing shadowing his eyes just enough that you could barely see them, but the slight up turn of his lips let you know that he thought he was being smooth. He wasn’t. 

“You asked if I was leaving, you seemed pretty okay with us breaking up when I said it. Don’t come to my work acting like this when you know damn well that we’re done.” You were trying to keep your composure, you knew that if things got too loud that people around you would notice. The last thing you wanted was to be bombarded with pictures and questions about your relationship with him. 

“You could have said no. Plus, I thought you’d just be gone for a couple days, a week tops. I even took a two week hiatus because I thought you’d come back and we could talk about things, so I could apologize for being an ass.” So that’s why he was out for two weeks. You wondered if the rest of the guys and management knew that that was the reason or if he lied and told them he wasn’t feeling well. A breakup doesn’t seem like a very good reason to take such a long break and you were sure that management wouldn’t see it as a valid reason either. 

“Save it.” You said flatly, taking a deep breath and letting it out loudly through your nose. “We’re through, we’re done, it’s over. I have to get back to work now and I’m sure you do too. Goodbye.” You turned to leave, only a few steps and you’d be back in the building to clock back in from your break and go right back to working to take your mind off of him and what had just happened. 

His fingers wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, and once you had stumbled your way over to standing in front of him, his hands were firmly cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours. “Fuck, you’re so annoying when you’re being hard headed.” He murmured against your lips, and you tried to push him back but his lips were on yours once more, his fingers tangling in your hair. “But I love it. Please keep being annoying, annoy me, cling to me.” 

Your nose crinkled in disgust as you pushed against him again. “You’re so stupid… You grumbled, but the kiss, him and his kisses, they just had a way of melting you and making you so soft for him. You missed how they would calm you down and make you feel better instantly. 

“Yeah I am… Cause I have nothing in my brain but you, baby. I’m stupid and in love~~” He was so obnoxious and you missed it. You missed him. “So how about you bring your cute self back home tonight and we’ll make a whole new cake for our anniversary? Hmm?” His hands moved down to squeeze your hips, both of your bodies swaying side to side as a twinkle of hope lit up in his eyes. 

“Nope.” You said matter of factly and his jaw went slack as he stared at you, his body going still and his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to think of where he messed up. You giggled softly, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him and ease his mind. “I work late tonight, I’ll be back tomorrow morning though.” A loud sigh of relief was breathed out against your face as he pulled you in for a hug, peppering kisses across the top of your head. “Alright, alright! Go take your clingy ass back to work.” You said between little fits of laughter, backing away from him and dropping back down onto the bench. 

“Fine~~ I’ll see you later, love muffin!” He called as he continued to back away, bumping into people in the process, but he was so excited that he didn’t care, and he was so damn cute that you didn’t care either, you couldn’t help but continue watching as he walked off. “And no more smoking! I love you, princess! Stay healthy for me! Need my little love muffin to cling to me forever!” 

He was the one, the only one in the world who could both annoy the hell out of you and make you feel so at peace at the same time. He was most definitely, without a doubt, the love of your life. You were lucky you had seen him, that he had seen you, and you both were lucky as hell that you had chosen each other because you were sure that you were the only two people in the world that could put up with one another. 

unconditionally (02) — jung hoseok

summary: for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

pairings: ex-boyfriend/baby daddy!hoseok x f. reader (exes to lovers)

warnings: none

rating: pg-13

word count: 5745

author's note: here is chapter 2! my apologies for taking so long to update 😔 i start school very soon so updates will most likely take even longer but i will try my best to post as soon as i can!

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“When are you gonna visit HYBE, Y/N?” Seungcheol asked.

“Have you forgotten that she’s a working woman with two kids?” Eunae questioned, glancing up at him as she was lying on his chest.

You were tempted to hang up on them with the amount of PDA they were displaying since Eunae called you, unamused by how often Seungcheol would cut his girlfriend off mid-sentence to kiss her. It was sweet how loving the couple could be but witnessing it face-to-face (well, face-to-screen) was less than appealing. “Now why would I visit when I see you guys at least twice a week?”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “It’s not me who wants to see you but the other members. Seungkwan has been begging me to ask you to visit because he misses the twins.”

Out of all of the members, Seungkwan was the twins’ number one fan. Ever since he met them, he immediately fell in love with them and loved it when you visited HYBE. More often than not, you visited during work hours because of him.

“Seungkwan is more than welcome to come over to my new place whenever he wants. Besides, I’m much closer now to the HYBE building now so it’s easier for him to come over.” You replied.

“You know that he won’t ever ask to go over. He’s too scared to ask and doesn’t want to invite himself.”

“Then I’ll invite him. I would love to have extra hands helping me with the twins.”

You poured out crackers into bowls before abandoning your phone to give the snacks to the twins. They were sitting on the living room floor, fixated on the most recent episode of Robocar Poli to even glance at you. You settled on the couch with a cup of coffee, turning your attention back to Seungcheol and Eunae.

“Let me see my babies,” Eunae said, using Seungcheol’s chest to sit herself up. “I haven’t seen them in so long.”

“You saw them yesterday.” You pointed out, to which she simply rolled her eyes.

You called our Jaeyoung’s name, urging him to look at the screen to look at Eunae. His face brightened when he realized who was calling him, grabbing your phone eagerly.

“Imo!” He shrieked.

“Jaeyoungie!” Eunae cooed. “Imo misses you so much!”

Jaeyoung simply giggled, putting his face towards the screen as close as he could before you pulled your phone away from him. Seungcheol tried grabbing his attention but failed once Jaeyoung caught sight of Robocar Poli again. He tossed your phone to the side, sliding back down onto the ground.

“Wow, okay.” Seungcheol scoffed.

“You can talk to Jaehee if that makes you feel better.” You put your phone in front of Jaehee’s face. “Seungcheol samchon and Eunae imo want to see you, petal.”

Jaehee turned her head towards the phone unamused that her TV time was interrupted but immediately smiled upon seeing who was on the phone. She giggled when Seungcheol said her name and smiled, burying her face in the crook of your neck. You recently discovered that Jaehee had the biggest crush on Seungcheol, which you found absolutely hilarious and endearing. At first, she didn't see him more than an uncle but over the past few months, she became more shy around him. After a short interrogation, Jaehee confessed that she liked Seungcheol samchon and was quite determined to marry him one day.

"Hi, pretty girl. I miss you." Seungcheol grinned.

Jaehee risked taking a peek at him before whipping back around and squealing. You patted her back, laughing when she tried hiding between your legs.

“Why are you so shy when you see Seungcheol samchon? You guys are best friends.” You teased, tickling Jaehee’s stomach.

She laughed before pushing your hand away, rolling off of the couch and onto the ground next to Jaeyoung. You gasped, trying to catch her before she slammed on the floor but she immediately sat upright, seemingly unhurt. You stared at her blankly, letting out a sigh.

“Am I able to visit tomorrow?”

Getting into the HYBE building was a hassle. You had been given a special pass by Seungcheol after he and Seungkwan begged to allow you to visit anytime. It was a bit difficult trying to convince the management team and Bang PD to give you a pass, considering that you were neither an employee, a family member, nor a significant other of any of the idols. You didn't know what allowed somebody to qualify for a pass without any difficulties but a single mom with twins certainly didn't meet the qualifications. Even with the pass, you had to show your ID before heading to the working floors and proceed to use the face scan before every door. Though it was tedious work, it was worth being able to see the Seventeen members while they were working.

"Jaehee! Jaeyoung!"

You quickly moved out of the way after placing Jaehee on the ground, allowing twelve grown men to bombard the twins the second you walked through the doors. Seungkwan and Mingyu were the first to reach the twins (as usual) and immediately swung them into their arms. The remaining members quickly surrounded the four of them, fighting for Jaehee and Jaeyoung's attention.

"Well hello to you guys too." You huffed, placing your bag on the ground.

"Hi, Y/N. Thanks for coming to visit." Joshua smiled.

Joshua was the only member who ever said hi to you when you visited the boys. While everybody else threw themselves the twins, he never failed to make an effort to catch up with you and made sure to greet you before he said hi to the twins. You smiled at him, walking into his open arms and squeezing him tightly.

“Hi, Josh.” You beamed.

“You haven’t visited us in so long, what happened?” He asked.

“I’m a busy woman and you’re part of a busy group,” You answered.

Raising two children on your own while simultaneously trying to run a café was not an easy feat and the boys certainly didn’t fare any better with their continuous preparations for new songs, albums, and comebacks. Their next comeback was just around the corner so it would more likely than not would be the last time that you would be able to see them for a while. You were grateful that their management team managed to squeeze in a few hours for you and the twins to visit in the midst of such a busy season.

“We’re never too busy for you, Y/N.” Joshua grinned.

“You’re flattering me.”

The two of you joined the rest of the boys on the floor, where they were all in a circle while the twins were in the middle. Since they had first met you and the twins, every visitation was the same: the twins would be taken into the middle of a big circle while the members fought to grab their attention and play with them. Once the twins got bored of sitting in the middle of the circle, the boys (yes, all thirteen of them), took them on a tour around the HYBE building as if it was their visitation. They never failed to do the same thing every. Single. Time. It was amazing how the members had a consistent routine and never got bored of it.

You sat next to Joshua and caught up with one another while watching the boys quite literally fight to keep Jaehee and Jaeyoung's attention on them for more than five seconds. This was another consistent part of your routine; quietly speaking with Joshua while watching the others make a fool of themselves. You didn't get to see him often and always enjoyed the conversations you shared so you always jumped at the opportunity to speak with him.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Seungcheol and Soonyoung wiggling their eyebrows at the two of you, causing you to roll your eyes. This was the third thing that remained consistent whenever you saw the Seventeen members: the Hong Y/N Agenda.

"Isn't that such a good name?" Soonyoung asked giddily. "I thought of it myself." He puffed his chest out, proud of himself for not thinking of such a (not so) creative name.

"Yeah, I can tell." You scoffed. "Now why, pray tell, have you thought of the Hong Y/N Agenda? What is that even supposed to mean?"

Seungcheol suddenly clapped his hands together, startling you away from him. He had the same shit-eating grin that Soonyoung was adorning and quite frankly, it was a bit unsettling. "This is operation 'get Y/N and Joshua together' and it begins now."

"What?"

Seungcheol and Soonyoung knew you were going to react like this. You always insisted that you weren't interested in dating and had no intention of doing so because the twins were your utmost priority (which they respected and understood) but they desperately wanted you and Joshua to date. After the messy and disastrous breakup with Hoseok, they believed that you deserved a gentleman who would treat you far better than your wretched ex-boyfriend did and who would also love your kids unconditionally despite the circumstances. Who better than Hong Jisoo?

It was far-fetched, that they both knew and perhaps a bit unreasonable but they wanted to see you with a partner who would treat you right. And though you didn't admit it, they knew that you wanted to put yourself out there and find a new man but they stayed out of it out of respect for your choice. Now that you had been friends with them for long enough, they no longer cared and wanted to push you to give Joshua a chance.

"We are going to set you up with Joshua!" Soonyoung cheered as he threw his hands in the air.

"Who's we?" You demanded.

"The two of us, of course." Seungcheol immediately replied. "And whoever else wants to join."

You narrowed your eyes at them suspiciously. "And why exactly do you want us together?"

"Why not?" Soonyoung shrugged.

Their responses seemed well calculated, almost as if they had rehearsed beforehand what they were going to say. It was clear they discussed whatever agenda they had going on and decided it was the right time to let you in on what was happening. Why they didn't decide to tell Joshua was beyond you considering that they were closer to him than they were with you but whether he was told first, it didn't change that neither of you was interested in the other.

"I'm not looking to be in a relationship nor am I interested right now." You snorted.

"Why not? You deserve an amazing man and that amazing man is Joshua." Soonyoung dramatically winked. "He's the perfect package; he’s the same age as you, tall, handsome, caring, gentle, great singer, great in bed—"

"Ew, how do you know he's great in bed?" You interrupted, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

The members were obviously close with each other having been together since 2015 but you were unaware that they were that close. You cringed at the mere idea of how they found out, wondering what had been going on in the dorms for the past seven years.

"I don't, but you can find out for us." He winked again.

You scrunched your face in disgust. "Listen, I appreciate that you guys care about me and Joshua but it's not happening. Neither of us is interested and are both far too busy to date each other."

Seungcheol pouted, grabbing a hold of your arm and shaking it. "Aw, why not? At least give him a shot." He whined.

"Oh, stop it." You yanked your arm out of his grasp. "You're too grown to be sulking like this."

Soonyoung burst into laughter, falling over onto the couch while Seungcheol looked deeply hurt and offended. You simply stared at them with your arms crossed over your chest and remained silent.

"Me and Joshua are not gonna date. Leave us alone."

And leave you alone they didn't.

It had been months since they told you about their Hong Y/N Agenda and they still weren't giving. They used every chance they got to subtly push the two of you closer but utterly failed every time. They even got Mingyu, Seokmin, and Seungkwan in on it, and the trio was equally as enthusiastic about getting you to date Joshua. It was funny at first but truthfully, you were now starting to become annoyed.

"Jaehee likes me the best." Seungcheol's boastful remark and the exclamations of disagreement snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked over at the boys to see what they were arguing, watching how Soonyoung and Mingyu were shouting at their leader. "Watch."

Seungcheol turned his body toward Jaehee, clapping his hands together to catch her attention, and opened his arms. "Jaehee-yah, do you want to sit with samchon?"

Jaehee giddily stood up from Jun's lap and trotted over to him, throwing herself into his lap. She squealed when Seungcheol wrapped her up in a tight hug and peppered her face in kisses, giggling whenever his lips touched her. She turned around to face him so she could hug him back. Seungcheol stared at the others smugly while they all scowled, silently cursing at him. Jaeyoung was quietly sitting in Seungkwan's lap, having settled down long ago. He had chosen Seungkwan as his favorite from the start and never changed his mind about who he liked best. Jaehee was always changing her mind over the months but her twin remained loyal.

"What does he have that we don't?" Mingyu scoffed. "Dimples?"

"Good looks, I guess."

Your remark caused yet another uproar. You sat in silence as the members shouted over each other to yell at you, much more hurt over the statement than they had to be. You shared a look with Joshua, who stared at you apologetically and told you to ignore them.

"The next person to speak is an idiot." You sang.

It never failed to amaze you how quickly thirteen men could be silenced with one simple phrase. They immediately shut their mouths before settling a glare on you in retaliation. You let out an unattractive snort and turned to the twins.

"Jaehee, Jaeyoung, it's time to go home. Seventeen samchon are being mean to eomma."

"We're sorry, we're sorry, don't take them away from us," Seungkwan whined, hugging Jaeyoung closer toward his chest. "You can kick all of them out, just leave me and Coups hyung out of it. We did nothing."

Seungcheol furiously nodded in agreement, scooting away from you out of fear that you would take Jaehee away from him. You rolled your eyes, waving both of them away. "Take the twins around the building, I can tell you're getting antsy."

You waved a final goodbye as the twins and members flooded out of the room, sighing happily as the door slammed shut behind them. You sprawled out across the floor like a starfish, delighted for the moment of peace and silence. Joshua glanced down at you amusedly before he lifted your head so you could lay on his lap. You smiled up at him, poking his nose as a gesture of gratitude.

"You're the best, Joshuji."

"Okay." Joshua shoved you off of his lap.

Your head smacked against the ground causing you to wince. You sat up and kicked Joshua in the stomach, watching in satisfaction as he doubled over in pain. He mustered a glare at you with a murderous glint in his eyes and lunged at you when you broke out into obnoxious laughter.

"Hey, this isn't fair!" You exclaimed, wiggling around to escape from his strong grasp. "You're the one who pushed me off of your lap! I slammed my head against the floor because of you. What if I'm concussed?"

Joshua had you pinned on the ground with your wrists above your head as he held them with his right hand and settled down on top of your legs. "If you're concussed then that's unfortunate, I guess."

Before you could retort back at him, the door flew open and slammed against the wall. One by one, the members all filed back into the room with alarmed looks on their faces. They came to an abrupt stop when they caught sight of you and Joshua, wondering what they walked on and what the two of you could have possibly been doing in the two minutes they were gone.

"What the fuck?" Mingyu squawked.

Joshua quickly got off of you, scrambling a few feet away to keep some distance. You sat up, pointing your finger at the younger man accusingly. "Hey, don't swear in front of my kids like that."

"Don't turn this on me! You had Joshua on top of you like some kind of harlot." He hissed.

"Excuse me?" Joshua's initial panic wore off and he glared at the younger man, taking the insult to heart. "What did you just call me?" Mingyu backed away upon seeing him stand up on his feet, suddenly fearing him.

Seungkwan smacked Mingyu's arm harshly. "That's not what's important right now! There are more pressing matters at hand, Kim Mingyu."

"What happened?" You questioned, standing up as well. "You guys were barely out there for five minutes. It does not take you guys only five minutes to go around the entire building no matter how quickly you guys tour it."

The room fell silent upon your question as the rest of the members glanced at each other. You sensed the tension in the air and shared a look with Joshua, who appeared equally as confused and concerned with the change in atmosphere.

"Is something wrong?"

Everybody looked at Seungcheol, instinctively turning toward their leader, to tell the truth. He stared back at them, silently urging someone else to take the reins but they simply looked away. Not only was he the leader, but he was also the member who was closest to you because of Eunae.

"We just ran into Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung outside of the bathroom..."

"You what?" You shouted, getting up on your feet as Joshua followed suit. "Please tell me you're lying."

"Sorry, Y/N, but I'm afraid he's not. They were coming out of the bathrooms while we were on the way to the elevators and they caught sight of the twins. We weren't even out there for thirty seconds before running into them." Jihoon explained.

Your knees locked together and you sunk back down to the ground, in disbelief at what you were hearing. You felt sick to your stomach as a wave of nausea washed over you, making you whimper quietly. Joshua immediately knelt down beside you, rubbing your back gently. Wonwoo joined the two of you, squeezing your shoulder gently, and offered a kind smile.

"They didn't ask about the twins, noona. They just said hello and asked if we were preparing for our comeback. It was small talk that lasted less than a minute." He reassured.

“But they still saw the twins.” You mumbled, tears stinging your eyes. “It’s one thing for Jungkook to see them again but Taehyung and Jimin? There’s no way that the twins are going to be kept from Hoseok.”

You thought it was pathetic crying over their run-in with the Bangtan members, feeling like a child for immediately resorting to tears but you were afraid and overwhelmed. The past three years had been spent cautiously around Seoul, trying to steer clear from any places where Hoseok or his bandmates may be. You managed to avoid them for the entirety of the twins’ birth but all of that came crashing down in vain within days. The effort you put in suddenly didn’t matter.

“We can go talk to them.” Minghao offered. “Mingyu, Seokmin, and I are friends with Jungkook so we can ask him to keep it between them until you’re ready to talk to Hoseok hyung.”

You rapidly shook your head. “No, no, I couldn’t ask you guys to do that. I don’t want to burden any of you.”

“It’s not a burden, noona. Nothing is a burden when it comes to you and the twins. We would do anything to protect the three of you and you know that.” Seokmin firmly said.

“Don’t worry, Y/N noona. We’ll talk to him as soon as he’s finished with work. Everything will work out." Mingyu knelt down beside you to pull you into a tight hug, suffocating you with his thick arms. "If not, I can always blackmail Jungkook with something. I have a lot of dirt on him that his fans would love to hear."

“Bye-bye!” The tiny girl waved enthusiastically before Seungcheol grabbed her arm and yanked it back down.

“Bye!” Taehyung grinned.

“Did the girl look like Hoseok hyung or am I blind?” Jimin asked as soon as the Seventeen members scurried back into their studio and slammed the door shut.

“That’s what I was thinking.” Taehyung frowned. “And the little boy looked like Y/N noona. Isn’t that so funny? Those random kids look like Hoseok hyung and Y/N—” He cut himself off and his eyes widened, realizing that his words were true. The two kids who looked like the ex-couple were their kids.

He and Jimin immediately looked over at Jungkook, who had been oddly silent the entire time. The maknae lifted his head, a nervous expression painted across his face before he forced out a laugh. "Haha, yeah, funny isn't it?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes. "You knew about the kids, didn't you?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." He turned his nose up, refusing to look into their eyes as they stared him down.

"Don't lie, Jeon Jungkook. You can't lie for shit." Taehyung snapped.

"Okay, fine, I did know about the twins because I met Y/N at the park a week ago. You can't tell Hobi hyung though." Jungkook confessed.

“What?”

An offended and hurt expression crossed both Jimin and Taehyung’s faces while Jungkook stared back apologetically. "I'm sorry but I couldn't tell you guys because it isn't my place. I ran into Y/N and her kids at the park a few days ago but it was a brief conversation.”

“It doesn’t matter if it isn’t your place, something as big as that should be told. Does Hobi hyung even know?”

Jungkook rapidly shook his head, noticing for Taehyung to zip his lips. “No, he doesn’t and it should stay that way. It took him months to get over Y/N noona, he doesn’t need her to come back and push him back to square one.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Why not? I think he deserves to know that his ex-girlfriend has been raising his kids on his own.”

“Her kids.” The maknae corrected. "No offense to Hobi hyung but he can't call him his kids if he left before they left the first trimester of the pregnancy."

In any other situation, Jimin and Taehyung would laugh at his remark but it only made them angrier about the situation. They glared at him, causing Jungkook to helplessly shrug his shoulders. As much as he wanted to tell Hoseok, he decided to listen to Seokjin and Yoongi, fearing a fight would ensue. Each step from here on out had to be taken carefully to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.

"Well, I don't care whether or not he's part of their lives, I'm telling him," Jimin replied.

"No, we can't tell him. Can you stop thinking about what you want for a second and think about what would happen if Hobi hyung found out? It would cause too many problems and the last thing we need is his ex-girlfriend and kids waltzing back into his life out of nowhere. All four of them deserve better than that." Jungkook snapped.

"We won't tell him for now but if it takes too long for you to tell her then we will." Taehyung finalized. "By the end of this week. If we ran into her today and you saw her a few days ago then he's definitely gonna see her at some point. We might as well rip the bandage off."

Jungkook looked at him wearily but nodded his head in agreement. "Fine, but we have to tell the other hyungs. Seokjin and Yoongi hyung don't want them to know."

"You told them already?" Jimin shouted, the tips of his ears turning red out of anger.

"Only because they're older and wiser." Jungkook reasoned. "Maybe you should've been born before 1995?”

"I hope this bites you in the ass, Jeon Jungkook."

You tried your best to remain in good spirits for the rest of the time you visited the Seventeen members and they tried their best to your mind off of what transpired a few hours ago. They profusely apologized for running into the Bangtan members but you brushed it off, reassuring them that they had nothing to be sorry for. Deciding to meet the boys at HYBE rather than their dorms was a risk in itself, considering that the BTS members moved their work into the building as well. You had been lucky enough not to run into them over the past two years however deep down inside, you were aware that the time would eventually come. It was just unfortunate that it was today out of all days.

"Thanks for visiting us, Y/N. It was nice seeing you again." Joshua held the door open for you, ushering you to exit first before following you after you with a sleeping Jaehee in his arms.

You had Jaeyoung in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder as he slept as soundly as his sister. You swore you could feel your shirt slowly becoming wet as his drool slowly leaked out of his mouth. "It was nice seeing you too, Shua. Thanks for inviting me over, especially when you guys are busy with your comeback."

"We'll always have time for you so please come visit whenever you get the chance."

Joshua, being the gentleman he was, offered to help you take the twins down to your car once they fell asleep. You graciously accepted, much to the dismay of Mingyu and Seungkwan, who attempted to protest but were immediately silenced by a single look from Seungcheol. Whatever he told them as you and Joshua exited the studio seemed to appease him, and they were far too happy waving the two of you goodbye with cheeky grins on their faces.

"Come visit me at the cafe when you get a chance. We just put up our spring seasonal menu so there are a lot of new pastries and drinks to try."

"Only if you give me a free drink." Joshua teased.

You made a face at him. "Not all of us are multi-millionaire idols, Jisoo. Some of us have to make money somehow." You retorted.

"Then I guess I'll have to buy your cafe out so you no longer have a salary."

"Jisoo!"

"Y/N?"

You turned around with furrowed eyebrows, eyes focusing on the person who called your name. Your smile was quickly wiped off of your face and your heart dropped. Joshua moved closer to you, shifting Jaehee to his other arm so he could place his hand around your waist. You tightened your grip around Jaeyoung, afraid as if he was going to be taken away from you. Now you were fully convinced that whatever higher powers existed were trying to spite you for god knows what reason.

"Hi, Namjoon oppa."

A smile forced its way onto your face as you stared at the Bangtan members in front of you. It was silent between the eight of you, as everybody simply looked at each other, unknowing of what to do. It seemed as if the higher powers were giving you mercy because Hoseok was nowhere to be seen. He had been the first one you looked for when you saw the crowd of familiar men standing behind you and staring gobsmacked.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked.

"I came to visit Joshua and the other Seventeen members." You stiffly answered.

Simultaneously, they glanced over at Joshua and their eyes trailed down from his face to the hand that was casually on your waist. They narrowed their eyes before looking back up, smiling at the two of you kindly as if they weren’t trying to shoot lasers through Joshua. You frowned and stepped closer to him, irritated with the one-sided beef they suddenly seemed to have with Joshua.

“Ah, I see.” Namjoon nodded. “How have you been?”

“Good.”

You eyed him suspiciously but he continued smiling at you, acting as if everything that had transpired four years ago never happened. He turned to Joshua, finally acknowledging him with a slight bow of his head.

"Hi, Joshua-ssi. I heard from Jungkook that Seventeen is working on its comeback. How are things going?" Namjoon flashed his dimples at him as if it would appease the tension.

"It's going well, thank you for asking," Joshua replied stiffly.

It fell silent again and the tension grew even more. You were beginning to grow restless as everybody remained quiet, becoming irritated as well. You didn't understand why the Bangtan members felt the need to talk to you after they made it clear years ago that they didn't want anything to have to do with you and would no longer make an effort to maintain your friendship. Why would you want to be remotely anywhere near them after they had dumped you to the side of the road like you were a piece of trash?

"Sorry to interrupt, but can we go Y/N? Jaehee is starting to feel like dead weight and my arms are numb." Joshua whispered

You gasped and hastily took your car keys out of your pocket. "Of course, I'm sorry for making you hold her for so long."

"It's alright. It's nice being able to hold Jaehee without Mingyu trying to fight me for her."

You turned back to the others, your customer service smile plastered on your face. "I'm afraid I have to go, it was nice seeing you guys though. Have a good day!" You cheerily waved to them before stalking off to the parking garage, Joshua struggling to keep up with your fast pace.

"Did she just use her customer service voice on us?" Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows.

"We just saw Hobi's kids but her voice is what you're concerned about?" Yoongi retaliated.

"You were right, Jungkookie. Jaehee looks exactly like Hoseok. She actually reminds me a lot of Jiwoo noona." Namjoon mused.

Jimin stared after you, watching your figure grow smaller and smaller until you disappeared out the door that led to the parking garage with Joshua close behind you. There was a mix of emotions swirling around him, ranging from anger and fury to guilt and regret. After Hoseok, he was the one who was most angry with you simply because of his close friendship with the man. He had seen all of the jokes about Hoseok being the maknae line leader and wherever he was, the youngest three followed and it was true. Naturally, Jimin took his side as did the rest of the members but anybody can say that he loves and cares for his members more deeply than the others. As difficult as it was dropping you, it was easy to choose Hoseok over you because family comes first and at the end of the day, you were simply somebody his older brother. A harsh truth, but a truth nonetheless.

Now that he was aware of the situation, however, Jimin was beginning to second guess himself. For so long, he believed Hoseok and was convinced that you cheated on him but now he wondered if Hoseok had merely been jumping to conclusions with the accusations. No, he did jump to conclusions, making baseless allegations without having any real evidence that you cheated. Jimin didn't feel the need to see proof about whether or not you cheated because Hoseok was furious when you told him about your pregnancy. Hoseok rarely got mad and when he did, he truly was angry. That in itself was enough proof for Jimin yet everything he believed was starting to crumble right in front of his eyes.

Had you been innocent this entire time?

"I can't believe Y/N has been telling the truth the whole time." Taehyung frowned. "I really thought she was baby-trapping him."

"What did Jin hyung and I tell you guys? Hobi was making accusations without any real proof.” Yoongi nagged. "And look who was right all along?'

"Hey, you and Jin never said anything. All you said was that Hobi hyung should've heard Y/N out, not that she didn't cheat." Jimin frowned.

"That's the same thing as saying that Hoseok had no proof. It doesn't take a genius to understand what we were trying to say." Yoongi argued.

"What's your deal with Y/N noona?" Jungkook questioned. "You've been so hell-bent on defending her even after all of us cut contact with her. Are you in love with her or something?"

The older man scoffed. "What? Don't say something so ridiculous, Jeon Jungkook. Shut your mouth."

Namjoon watched silently, sensing that an argument was about to break out between the group if he didn't step in. The breakup was a heated topic when Hoseok first told the members about what happened. The maknaes immediately sided with Hoseok while Seokjin and Yoongi were more rational and urged him to at least talk to you before making any rash decisions. Despite this, they still cut ties with you out of respect for Hoseok and didn't push when he refused to receive closure from the relationship.

"He's just saying that maybe one of us should've talked to Y/N to hear her side of the story about what happened. I think Hoseok could've at least heard her out so she wouldn't have had to raise their kids on her own."

"Our what?"

Seokjin froze and pressed his lips shut. He glanced over at the others, who looked equally as terrified as he felt. They slowly turned around to look at Hoseok, who was standing behind them with an angry expression.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

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Summary: Is it so bad that Seonghwa wants to give his daughter a little sibling? Pairing: dilf!Seonghwa x nanny!reader Genre: smut Tropes: dilf au, forbidden romance au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: breeding kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, daddy kink, clitoral stimulation, creampie Word Count: 911 Note: part one of the Arousal August event!! Thank you to @raibebe for beta/proofing this <3

“Oh fuck,” you whine into the kiss, “Daddy, it’s-”

Seonghwa pulls his lips from yours just far enough that you can’t reach him. “What is it, darling?” he asks with a condescending tone.

You let out a string of moans as he picks up the pace more. You were really asking for it this time too. You’ve been making offhanded comments about giving him another baby for the past two weeks. His daughter was nearly four now, and it only seemed appropriate that he got another. What you didn’t realize was how serious Seonghwa would get about putting his returning quips about fucking a baby into you.

Seonghwa is still spewing filthy words in your direction as he kisses down your throat. But you can hardly process anything he’s saying. All you can focus on is your impending orgasm. The words you’re attempting to say are definitely not words at all. More likely than not, you’re babbling nonsense. Suddenly, Seonghwa’s thrusts stop entirely, and you finally get a moment of clarity. He’s looking down at you with concern in his eyes, searching for something in your eyes. You hadn’t even processed the tears running down your cheeks until this moment.

“There’s my girl,” he smiles softly, “I was trying to check on you, and you weren’t responding to my question. Are you okay?” he asks, wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, “Just feels so good.”

Something darkens in his eyes, “Daddy fucks you so good you started crying? You want me to fuck you full of my cum that badly?”

You clench around him, preemptively giving him his answer. Still, you nod as further confirmation. He starts thrusting into you slowly again, and you can tell he’s about to muse about something that’ll only serve to make you more desperate.

“I wanted to be sure you were okay, but goddamnit, you look so fucking pretty when you cry for me,” he says with a dreamy lilt, “So desperate for me to fuck you full that you’re crying for it.”

With that, he returns to his original pace, and you see stars when he does so. Your legs lock around his hips as your fingernails dig into his shoulders slightly, hoping to hold on to the last threads of your sanity. More tears spring from your eyes, and Seonghwa quickly kisses them away before kissing down your throat again. Again, you feel your orgasm bubbling inside you.

“Daddy, I wanna cum,” you all but yell out in a moan.

“Aww, my sweet girl wants to cum?” he chuckles, “You aren’t waiting for Daddy to fuck a baby into you first?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg with a whiney voice, “I need it so bad.”

“Need Daddy’s cum or for you to cum? Be specific, angel.”

You whine and beg unintelligibly, not even sure what you’re begging for. All you can think about is how desperately you want your Daddy to put a baby in you. As if he reads your mind, Seonghwa takes one of his hands and begins toying with your clit, perfectly adding to his bruising thrusts. If you thought you were fucked brainless before, now you’re on another plane of existence. 

“I wish you could see yourself, sweet girl, crying for me, just waiting to get fucked full of my cum. It’s cute.”

“Daddy, please,” you moan.

“Cum, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Between his words, his thrusts, and the way he’s playing with your clit, your orgasm immediately comes barreling into you. Your legs go limp against the bed as you shake beneath him. The way your walls flutter around Seonghwa triggers his orgasm, and you feel how his cum floods into your pussy. Even after the rush of your orgasms, Seonghwa still thrusts gently and shallowly into you, riding out that post-orgasmic feeling. He lays down on top of your body, still fully inside you. You both stay practically silent for a few moments as you catch your breath.

“So,” you sigh out a laugh after a few moments.

“So?” Seonghwa echos.

“Crying?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles breathlessly, “Kinda shocked me too. You just look so fucking beautiful when-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there before you end up getting us into another round,” you tease.

Seonghwa chuckles at your comment and pushes his weight off of you as he pulls out. His eyes stay fixated on your now very messy pussy as his cum leaks out. You almost feel shy under his gaze and gently prod at him with your foot. That breaks him from his stupor, and his eyes lock on yours again.

“You okay there, old man?” you tease.

“Old man?” he asks, raising his eyebrow, “We both know that’s not true.”

“Are you not a dad?”

“That means nothing, sweetheart. You’re about to be a mom. Wouldn’t that also mean that you’re old too?” he teases back, placing a peck on your lips.

“Well, we don’t know if-”

“I’ll keep you so full of my cum you won’t have a choice but to get pregnant, my love. My daughter is with her mom this week for vacation. We have the whole fucking week for me to breed this pussy” he practically growls, fingering some of his cum back into you, “I’ll get you crying for me again too. Next time think before you start teasing me with that kind of thing. You’re about to reap the consequences for the next seven days.”

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The kingdom Halazia was ruled by the king, Zeeth. His first wife who died at a young age has a son named Park Seonghwa and the second wife has a son named Kim Hongjoong. The Title for the sons were after their mother because they didn’t want their fathers title to be given to them as they passionately hated that man.

Two months ago, the king suddenly died of a mysterious fever. Not even the best medic in the kingdom found the cause for the untimely end so this leaves only the younger queen to take over the family proceedings. The situation was very difficult for her to handle and let alone the princes who are not even bothered by their father death.

The elder Prince, Park Seonghwa who has a great physique with light toned skin and always keeping a sword attached to the waist band, the handle is designed with blue and silver crystals which highlights the shining silvery blade more. The prince attires always look the best on him and make it seems like the position pf prince is designated for him. He has the piercing eyes like an eagle as if he can read your soul with a single glance at you which can make you feel exposed even though you are fully covered with materials. His sharpness of eyes is slightly hidden with the black strokes of the bangs falling over his eyes similarly the way the sharpness of the blade is separating through the handle from his hand. Even though having such a strong aura with the sharp facial features his personality is a bit contrasting in usual. He has a sweet voice which can easily lure you into his well-planned trap and his calm and peaceful nature can convince you to speak all your hidden truths to him. Well, that’s the trap where he will attract you with his caring nature and gets to know everything about you which may not be always good.

The younger Prince, Kim Hongjoong whose name can alone scream the dominance over every possible thing. He is born to be a king. He is slightly shorter than the eldest prince but his pointy noise and thick eyebrows and the evil glint in his eyes with the dirty smirk as if he whatever he does or say is the last option for everyone makes everyone else surrounding him feel smaller to him. Don’t ever dare to say him short if you don’t want to die early. He is totally ruthless unlike his brother’s calm personality. But both of them having same interests on something or hating the same thing similarly which make them most powerful. Hongjoong has a folding knife whose heavy metal portion is designed with black crystals totally matching with his dark personality. His only emotions are for his mother and his brother. He does not have to make you believe him because no matter what he will do it with force whenever its possible.

 Likely, the commoners are well aware of their hatred towards the king because they don’t like the rules of the kingdom set by the king. They both can be the most powerful duo among all the neighbouring kingdoms if they get pissed off with something. Most commonly known as The Django Brothers because of this consistent and ruthless personality when together. The king’s death announces Seonghwa as the next ruler of Halazia but his love for his brother made him to come up with a final decision for the kingdom’s future attention.

“I will not be ruling this kingdom alone, I want my brother to be the part of this as well.” Seonghwa sitting elegantly on the throne in a dark blue prince attire looking flawless on the antic throne of the king seems like a perfect protector of Halazia. He is looking around the court hall to scan the faces for any disapproval. Hongjoong standing behind him in a black furry fit which more seems like the enemy or the destroyer of the kingdom and also with the visible smirk on his. He is observing everyone present there while playing with his pocket knife making everyone startled with every opening striking sound.

The head of the general gulped when taking in the look of the younger prince and spoke up, “We all agree with your plans Prince Seonghwa even we are measuring the land to divide the north sector and the south sector equally. The commoners are also happy for the decision on finding two future kings which can lead to betterment of the kingdom as you both can give proper attention to the respective parts rather focusing on vast areas alone.”

“Equal sectors? Do you think we will get jealous of each other huh?” The younger prince spoke and the head of the general is trying to avoid being under his heavy gaze. 

“It is King Seonghwa and King Hongjoong for you all and I want this news to be announced all over the kingdom within evening.” Everyone nodded their head in return not wanting to displease any of the kings.

“Also tell everyone that my little sons are big enough to get married and am searching for beautiful and talented girls who can take care of my sons and teach them right way to behave maybe then these two can become a real human.” The youngest queen chuckled when coming to the middle of the hall.

Everyone feels relaxed with the joke and her playful presence and they all bowed to the queen and smiled towards her.

The two princes groaned on hearing the statement, “Mother, you know the kingdom is enough for having two rulers so there is no need of a woman. We can take care of everything alone.” Hongjoong interjects.

“But you can’t take care of your feelings for love, the loneliness will break you down my son.” She looks at both of them sympathetically.

“We can and we will show you how.” Seonghwa spoke up but with a respectful gesture towards the queen.

The ministers and generals started to leave the hall one by one when the queen made a quick gesture to the business minister to spread her wanting news for marriage.

“Father?….” A sweet honey like voice chirped in from a corner. All the attention turns towards that direction. The two princes are having the confuse look where the queen is grinning towards the new comer. The head general was last to leave when on hearing the voice halted in his step.

“Oh! Look I forgot to tell you who I brought here, General she was waiting at the gate for you and I heard that you don’t talk to your daughter.” The general glared to the girl standing behind the queen but instantly changed his expression to face the royals.

“Your honour, Queen Aeris I would like to apologize in behalf of her but I would like to take my leave here.” General plainly stated.

“This is your daughter?” The youngest prince scanning the girl as if like an animal getting ready to jump on his prey that instance. The girl hesitated in her place under his gaze.

“Y/N?” Seonghwa softly called the girl. The girl and queen both looked at him with big round eyes.

“Ah, finally my son recognized her. So, you should know now why she is here.” The queen clapped her hands happily and went away when a maid whispered something in her ears.

Seonghwa still looking at her when she is just looking around for what to say to him. Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, “Y/N? you mean our Y/N, our precious? My precious?”

Seonghwa nodded in reply which made his brother to show his dirty smirk again. Hongjoong turned towards the general, “So you kept her hidden from us all these days? Why?”

“Joong and Hwa, he is not to blame here. I kept myself away from this place because I need to take care of myself because father- “

“Don’t call me father, You witch, good for nothing. I don’t want your presence in front of my eyes.”

“That’s so ridiculous. Raising your voice in front of us and also on her?” Hongjoong asked the general with a dangerous expressionless look. The general apologized again and the elder prince signalled him to leave the place without wanting to hear anything further from him.

“You both remembered me still?” You are a bit happy and tensed at the same time with their presence.

“How can we forget the one who made our childhood the most bearable and memorable one. The one who respected and also befriended us before knowing us being royals. You are so different Y/N.” Seonghwa smiled for the first time in the whole day. Hongjoong took a quick glance at his brother and added, “You are the precious gem to us. See we decorated our sword and knife according to the colors you stated suite us.” He holds his knife towards you and Seonghwa also retreat his sword from the waist band to show it to you.

“That’s so nice that you still care for our friendship but we should not treat each other like before now because things are different since then. We have grown up and …….I’m engaged to Haechan.”

The two prince ears perked up on hearing the name of a male coming out of your mouth and also the fact that you are engaged. Seonghwa’s smile disappeared for a second but he quickly regained it while facing you but Hongjoong is totally losing his composure.

“Who? Haechan? Who is this person? When did this all happened?” Seonghwa quickly stated acting all normal but is few inches away to just rip this said person’s head off. He took a few steps to stand closer and in front of you. You are slightly shorter than them so you glanced upward with fear in your eyes because you are suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the fact that the person before you is not happy with your statement. Hongjoong’s heavy footsteps echoed inside the empty big hall which stopped just right behind you. You can feel the gaze behind you is burning hole in the back of your head.

Seonghwa putting the loose hair strands behind your ears with a smile which is totally mocking your fear, “We can’t just accept that you are engaged Y/N.”

“Huh? What do you mean you can’t?” You know the three of you can’t be close friends when you are just a commoner with two royals. People would not like this relation among you three.

“Oh precious! We can't lose you again when we just got you after so many years. We did not just wait for you to come back and say that you are going away from us forever.” You are not sure if Seonghwa is hurt with your engagement as he won’t be seeing his friend again or is he referring to something else which you can’t even think can be possible.

You retreat your steps back from his close proximity but to your dismay your back bumped into a hard yet fury chest. You got startled, thin back of your floral old town villager gown is not helping but feeling the furs stinging in your back. You turned your head to at least glance at the person behind you and found he is smirking at you with a lust filled eyes. Your attention was brought back to the front when Seonghwa holds your chin to make eye contact with you and suddenly you felt two palms resting on both of your shoulders. The sudden contact with two males making a chill shiver run down your body. Your eyes searching in the opposite eyes for the emotions to feel because everything is so confusing for you in the moment.

Seonghwa looked down at you smiling and then looked behind you, you can feel they are communicating with each other through eyes which makes you feel outcast between them. The hold on your chin is moved to brushing your cheeks with his long soft fingers when the thumb slowly touched your lower lips and keeping the movement in a slow trans. Your right hand moved up in reflex to take a hold of his wrist.

“What are you doing?” You softly asked him with a fearful expression.

“My Precious…..” Joong whispered breathily in your left ear and his hands falling from your shoulders and sneaking to hug you from behind. His head then resting on your left shoulder. You exhaled a heavy shaky breath and closed your eyes.

“Look at me!” the command from the eldest prince really dominated over the movement of your body for which you immediately looked up at him expecting him to have any dark look but he was looking at you softly.

“Tell me love, do you want to go back to him?”

“Huh? …..To my father? ” your eyebrows creased with the question. Hwa nodded to which you strongly showed your denial by shaking your head.

The prince behind you now asked, “and to him?”

“Who again?”

“Your fiancé?” your fearful expression returned to confused as to why is he asking you this obvious question and the uneasiness making you to wiggle under the two holds which made them to hold you tighter.

“Oh him! Yes of course I would go there …...that’s my home after my father kicked me out.” The answer didn’t help the situation either for your uneasiness. Seonghwa is no more smiling at you but glaring dangerously.

“No you won’t.” Hongjoong stated blankly.

“Why?”

“He is not good. He is no one in your life. The only men you are allowed to have in your life is me and Hwa.” He hugged you tightly and felt his lips kissed your exposed neck lightly. You left out a soft moan for the contact and looking down but quickly looked up.

“What are you saying?” You are now asking to both of them.

“He has said you already love, that only men that is yours is us. You belong to us.”

“I don’t belong to you. Please leave me, I need to go.”

“You think we will let you go now?” Seonghwa smirked at your miserable state under his brother’s hold. His hand on your cheek moved upward to pat your head before going back a few steps to take in your whole look while you were struggling to get away from the back hug. Hongjoong is snuggling in your neck which made your eyes a bit watery. Again, he came closer to you and smashed his lips on you. You tried to move your head to retreat from the kiss but nothing is helping when he holds your face tightly to glare at you for a second and again returned back to kiss you.

In the same time, Hongjoong is giving you butterfly kisses all over neck and over the bit of your shoulders visible. Your hands are restricted by him preventing their movement. Seonghwa’s kiss is rough as if he is a hungry beast who haven’t got his meal for last few weeks. Both of the male stopped their movement. You are weeping quietly while looking down. The lose of their hold didn’t help your weak legs to let you stand still any longer when you suddenly fall on your knees and hid your face in your palms and continued weeping.

Seonghwa felt a wave of guilt within him but quickly brushed it off. Hongjoong came in front of you and knelt down to move your hands blocking your face. Your teary eyes looked at him with hatred and fear. The man didn’t even bother to acknowledge your anger but he assures your fear with a soft kiss on top of your head. His one hand takes a hold of back of your head to push it softly against his chest to stroke you softly in a comforting way. Your hands takes a hold of his furry coat. Fur should be a place of comfort but this fur is like a needle to you.

“Why…… why a-are you d-doing this?” You questioned between your crying.

“Its okay precious, nothing is wrong. We are doing what we should have done way before.”

Seonghwa also mimicked his brother’s expression beside him to stroke your back. You moved back from Joong’s chest to look at them. Both of them are dearly smiling at you.

“We are your kings, love.”

Joong added to his brother, “and You are our Precious.”

“……no”

“Love, there is no other option for you except accepting this.” Hwa is grinning while speaking.

You shake your head side by side while thinking for what to say, “Please…...”

“Please what love?”

“I want to go.”

Hongjoong glared at you before standing up. “Hwa, take her to our room and let me have a talk with them about her and I will ask for you if I need help.”    

 “Sure Joong, we need to tell everyone that they have got their kings and the precious queen.”

Seonghwa tightly holds your wrist to make you stand and starts pulling you to the grand door of the hall to exit, you looked towards the younger prince to see him staring at you dangerously with a smirk “What will you talk to them about?”

Then you tried to wiggle your hand out of the tight grip which is hurting you a bit, “Where are you taking me to? Where is Joong going? What is going on?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him, he will be back soon till then we can enjoy ourselves. He needs to finish a meeting with your father and …..Haechan.”

“No, you don’t have to talk to them. I need to go back to him. Leave me.”

“Shut up. We own you and no one can dare to change it.” Hwa laughed in the end of his reply which is followed by Joong’s laugh.

“You don’t own me, I’m not a property please……” You are about to cry again. Hwa glanced at Joong when he stepped closer to you and suddenly hugged you. You are confused but before contemplating the situation you felt a needle like something pierced the skin near your backside of the neck. Your eyes felt heavy and your weight is leaning towards his body which he gladly took a good hold of it. He caressed your head before lifting you up in a bridal style. Footsteps came near you both and the last thing you heard,

“I need to go now to say goodbye to your father and your fiancé but we can continue everything later Precious.”

“Our Precious.”

(Do you readers need part 2? Spicy or soft?)

the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

I see glasses on a guy and I think he's the type to fuck you stupid, braincells falling out of your head, losing your marbles in real time, and he kisses your temple and coos to you all sweetly like "I know baby, I know" while you're babbling barely coherent barely breathing let alone speaking, just going through the most intense pleasure you've ever felt while he effortlessly keeps up a steady pace and holds you in place.

Just the type to be like "that's it baby, there you go. Just let go for me. Let go and take it, pretty girl. Just a little more for me." Just absolutely fucking railing you while stroking your hair and anchoring you with affection.

Imagine this with Seonghwa, his dark eyes staring down at you behind his glasses, while he hums to you in his deep voice, "There you go baby, take this cock. Aww, what's wrong? Can't talk? Oh, well I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that pretty girl?"

"I know it feels good, I know it does baby." Seonghwa murmurs with a smile that's equal parts endearing and arrogant, so self satisfied and absolutely reveling in your wanton reactions. He loves the way you writhe beneath him, how your body twists and jerks in response to the pleasure he gives you, how a particularly deep thrust can make you arch off the desk and claw at the hard wood with scrambling hands.

Fuck he loves doing this with you. He can never get enough of you, the way you ripple around his cock and envelop him in your silken heat, how you get so wet that your juices completely soak his cock and spill onto both of your thighs, how fucking pretty you look taking his cock like this. He loves to witness the sight of your braincells leaving in real time, your eyes clouding over and growing hazy and unfocused before the effort to keep them open becomes too much and you slide them closed. He loves to watch you fall apart for him, so much so it's almost hard to concentrate on fucking you and making you feel even more overwhelming pleasure. Almost. His pride and his lust collide to form his absolutely ardent want for you, a craving that leads him between your legs over and over again.

"Think you can take me deeper, baby?" You hear through your haze of lust and desire. You're barely aware of the sounds you're making, barely able to feel the sharp puffs of air that surely indicate you're making some sort of noise. All you feel is his cock delving into you over and over again and the resulting bursts of pleasure, and his hand stroking the side of your face, his thumb resting right on your cheek and his palm cradling your jaw. You turn your head into his hand, your legs starting to get tired from the effort of keeping them open. He notices this, his other hand clutching your inner thigh to keep your legs spread for him. He starts thrusting deeper, stars dancing at the edge of your vision as you whine in bliss, panting raggedly.

"There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could take it." He whispers his praise against your sweat covered brow, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The tenderness melts into an newfound wave of immense pleasure as he grinds his cock deep inside you, stimulating multiple points of pleasure with every roll of his hips. You're practically sobbing now, gasping out sharp whines as your hips twist and jerk against him, only to be held in place by his strong grasp.

His lips make their way down your temple, down the side of your face, down the side of your neck, in the form of slow, methodical kisses, languid enough to let the heat of each kiss seep into your skin. He hums to you the whole time, grinding into you, just enjoying your pussy, "Mmm, you feel so good, baby. I could fuck you like this all day. Just keep you wrapped around my cock. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

And you nod, because even though you're overwhelmed to the point of tears welling up in your eyes, you've never felt more pleasure than when he fucks you like this.

Something about guys in glasses who know exactly what they're doing makes the brain go brr 🥶