Your Big Boys//Yungi Imagine Chubby Reader

Your Big Boys//Yungi Imagine ☁️ Chubby Reader♡

"Food.Delicious.Food." Giant boytoy number one mini cheered to not disturb the other guests. He hissed as the raw meat sizzled over the beautiful blueish-purple flames.

Meanwhile, giant boytoy number two is blindly intoxicated, but Yunho allows it for two reasons. He loves a piss-drunk Minnie; he's so unpredictable and angry...no explanation or anything! It's a bowl of laughs, and Yunho is watching over him, so he's well protected.

Minnie groaned deeply, catching some attention due to its depth.

"Do you mind if I try to enjoy my steak?" Yunho teased, still slipping the tender steak strip on his tongue. "Are you still upset about our tiny terror not being here-"

Minnie, annoyed by his lover's abrupt smacking of medium-rare steak strips, shoved into his cheeks. "How could you eat so happily, knowing our darling snuggle teddy bear-"

Yunho choked, coughing while trying to stop laughing.

"Is not having fun with us." Mingi (Yes, He's Song Mingi, now cause he's angy, aww) sat up properly to voice himself better. "She's working her cute little tiny hands to the bones while we eat..like pigs."

Freezing on the last word, Yunho sighed, finally refraining from stuffing his cheeks, and quietly turned towards Mingi, tilting his head til his cherry lips grazed his jawline. - "Oink!Oink!" He immediately burst into drunken laughter.

Mingi held his ear, cursing up a nasty storm. The mouth on this guy drives you off the wall in multiple ways.

Little, Did they know just a few tables away, seated their darling sat comfortably on a pillow with her co-workers.

Your head snapped to the deep voices causing a stir, but you can't see them. "Oh, they're so loud. " You squeaked, slightly growing concerned... 'cause they sounded familiar.

You confirmed your fears; standing up you spotted your huge boyfriends wrestling. You gasped, excusing yourself to rush to aid your idiots.

"Mingi! Yunho!" You shouted in a hushed tone. " What are you doing?! "

Both paused mid-attack to look at your cute flush expression. The boys released each other to sit purposely. " We're sorry!" Yunho apologized loud enough for the whole restaurant to forgive them...and they did. They're so cute. You have to forgive them.

And the restaurant forgives them too, even got a discount.

Introducing; "Yungi" is what your friends call them. You're massive boyfriends. Song Mingi & Jeong Yunho.

Tell me if you want more♡♡

misfits IX

⇥ pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

⇥ warnings: physical fights, anxiety, depression, mentions of suicide, mentions of blood, character death, suicidal thoughts and intentions

⇥ word count: 7.2k

⇥ a/n: in this chapter it may be very triggering to those who have gone through abusive, suicidal, life threatning situations. read with care please. i love you all!

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Making your way towards school, a sense of unease settles within you, noticing that the usually bustling entrance appears strangely vacant. Only a few faces pass by, and a heavy silence hangs in the air, contrasting starkly with the usual lively atmosphere. Your footsteps echo in the quiet corridor as you head towards your classroom, a knot of anticipation forming in your stomach. Suddenly, a group of girls rush past you, their voices filled with excitement and urgency. Initially, you try to ignore their chatter, focusing on reaching your destination. However, a particular snippet of conversation seizes your attention, causing your heart to skip a beat. The words spoken are like a thunderclap in your ears, freezing you in your tracks. Unable to resist, you strain your ears, desperate to catch any further information. Their voices carry a mix of shock and speculation, creating an unsettling tension in the air. The words they speak seem to hang in the silence, seeping into your consciousness and intensifying your growing sense of dread. Your heart pounds in your chest, a combination of fear and curiosity gripping you.

“Apparently the whole friend group was being vicious to her, her brother just found out and is going to sort that piece of shit out.”

Your world threatens to crumble around you, the words of the girl echoing in your mind, panic surges through your veins, propelling you into action. Without a second thought, you sprint in the direction where the two people vanished, your heart pounding in your chest. With each stride, your determination intensifies, fuelled by a mix of fear and concern for your dear friend's well-being. Rounding a corner, you are met with a disturbing sight—a crowd of people gathered in a tight circle, their collective energy palpable. Anxiety grips your entire being as you push your way through the throng, desperately trying to reach the centre of attention.

Amidst the sea of faces, you hear a heart-wrenching cry, instantly recognizing it as Hwa's voice. Panic tightens its grip around you, urging you to hasten your steps. Finally, at the front of the crowd, you witness the harrowing scene before you, a confrontation between Hwa and another student named Dae. Hwa lies on the ground, blood trickling from his broken lip, while Dae stands over him, seething with anger.

Protective instincts kicking in, overwhelming your senses as you attempt to break through the circle of onlookers. Determination fuels your efforts, urging you to reach Hwa, to shield him from further harm, and to remove him from this dangerous situation. But just as you're about to reach him, a restraining hand grips your shoulder, digging into your skin, effectively holding you back.

Turning to face your captor, you recognize him as one of Dae's friends, a knot of frustration and anger forming in your chest. Desperation fills your voice as you plead with him to let go, to release you so you can help your injured friend. The intensity of the moment heightens, with emotions swirling in a tumultuous mix of fear, anger, and the unwavering desire to ensure Hwa's safety.

“You are a piece of trash, Park.” Dae speaks, his voice echoing around the hallway.

“Leave me alone, please.” Hwa’s voice is broken and trembling, causing tears to fall from your eyes, still urgently trying to free yourself from the grip you are being held in.

“Did you and your friends really think you could get away with hurting my baby sister?” Dae growls, his anger evident as he grabs Hwa by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up to meet his face.

“Please, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Hwa exclaims, his voice still as soft as it has always been, tears falling from his eyes.

“Look at you playing dumb.” In a harrowing display of cruelty, Dae continues to taunt and assault Hwa, revelling in the encouragement of the cheering crowd. Horror overtakes you as you witness the repeated acts of violence, unable to bear the sight of your friend being subjected to such brutality.

A primal scream escapes your throat, a desperate plea for the torment to cease. The sound reverberates through the air, carrying with it the depth of your anguish and the plea for mercy. Every inch of your being is consumed with the need to protect Hwa, to shield him from further harm. Summoning all your strength, you manage to break free from the grip that had held you back, propelled by a surge of adrenaline. Falling to your knees at Hwa's side, you cradle his head in your trembling hands, tears streaming down your face in anguish and disbelief.

In that moment, time seems to stand still as you take in the sight before you; one of your closest friends, someone you have grown to love, now bearing the physical scars of this vicious assault. The weight of the situation settles heavily upon you, powering a mix of anger, sorrow, and an unwavering determination to protect and support Hwa in any way possible.

Gently, you caress his bruised face, your touch an offering of comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos. Your voice trembles as you speak softly, vowing to be there for him, to stand by his side through the pain and the healing process. Unconditional love and unwavering loyalty radiate from your every word and touch, as you silently vow to do whatever it takes to ensure Hwa's well-being and seek justice for the injustice inflicted upon him.

“___.” Hwa exclaims, anxious as to why you have appeared here, involving yourself in his drama, wanting you to get as far away as possible from here.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

“What have we here?” Dae questions, confused as to why you of all people would come to Hwa’s rescue.

Gaze lifting towards Dae, a surge of anger courses through your veins, fuelling a fierce determination to confront the source of your friend's suffering. The sight of him, callously laughing at Hwa's pain, ignites a burning rage within you.

“Fuck off Dae.” Your voice is bitter, threatening the man to stay away.

The laughter echoing around you intensifies the flames of fury within you, driving an indignant rage that propels you forward. The collective amusement of the crowd only strengthens your resolve to shield Hwa from any further harm. With a surge of determination, you crouch down beside Hwa, carefully slipping your arms underneath his shoulders. Your touch is gentle yet firm, as you lift him off the cold ground, cradling him in your embrace. Every movement is executed with utmost care, your focus solely on safeguarding him from any additional pain. The weight of Hwa's body against yours serves as a reminder of the vulnerability and fragility of the person you hold dear. Your protective instincts surge forth, serving as a shield against the cruelty that surrounds you.

Burning with a commitment to defend and nurture, you cast a defiant glance towards those who have found amusement in Hwa's suffering. The fury in your eyes mirrors the flames of indignation that rage within your heart. With determination etched upon your face, you steadily navigate through the crowd, disregarding the laughter and jeers that continue to echo in the air. Your focus remains solely on Hwa, your every movement calculated to ensure his safety and well-being.

“So, the mute girl finally decided to speak up. It’s a shame you are such a bitch, you are actually quite pretty.” Dae taunts you, his disgusting eyes scanning you up and down as if he is checking you out, making you feel utterly gross.

“Fuck off.” You repeat, pulling Hwa with you, away from the crowd.

“You are not going anywhere, sweet cheeks.” Dae exclaims, walking behind you and pulling on your hair harshly, causing you to topple backwards, Hwa falling with you, yet he manages to keep standing.

Your body collides with the unforgiving concrete floor, a sharp pain courses through your back, causing you to wince in agony. The impact steals your breath away, leaving you momentarily stunned and vulnerable. Yet, amidst the throbbing ache, the sound of Hwa's concerned voice calling out your name breaks through the haze. His worry for you fills the air, intertwining with the growing fury that consumes his being. Ignoring the pain that reverberates through his own body, Hwa crouches down towards you, taking your body into his grip, offering support and a lifeline in this moment of despair. With a grateful nod, you reach out to accept his hold, the touch of his warm skin bringing a sense of solace and reassurance.

“I’m okay.” You manage to whisper, Hwa helping you to your feet, you groan, your back extremely painful from the impact of the flooring.

“Look at this cute couple, guys.” Dae exclaims to the crowd, causing the crowd to erupt with noise. Satisfied with the reaction, Dae turns back to you and Hwa, who is fuming with anger.

“Why do you look so angry, Hwa?” Dae mocks the nickname you so tenderly call him, causing the boy who you call your closest friend, to see fiery red.

Before one can fully grasp the unfolding events, Hwa swiftly delivers a powerful punch directly to Dae's jaw. As a result, Dae finds himself sprawled on the floor, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, and struggling fruitlessly to regain his composure. Hwa, on the other hand, displays remarkable composure, seemingly unfazed by the barrage of punches aimed at him. However, the moment the focus shifts to even the slightest concern for someone else, an overwhelming surge of rage consumes Hwa, overpowering his entire being.

"Let's get out of here," Hwa whispers urgently, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos. His grip tightens around your hand as he swiftly navigates through the frantic crowd, leading you towards the school's exit with a determined stride. Together, you sprint relentlessly, propelled by adrenaline and the instinct to seek refuge.

The clamour gradually fades away as you finally reach the entrance of the familiar warehouse you've frequented all too often lately. Your chests heave with exertion, breaths coming in ragged gasps, as you find relief in leaning against the sturdy door. The coolness of its surface against your clammy skin provides a momentary respite, offering a soothing contrast to the intensity of your pounding heart. Caught between physical exhaustion and a whirlwind of emotions, you struggle to discern the source of your frenetic heartbeat. Is it the aftermath of the sprint, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, or the lingering fear and anxiety from the harrowing fight you just narrowly escaped? The answer eludes you, blending seamlessly into the complex tapestry of sensations enveloping your trembling body.

“Are you okay?” Hwa questions, turning towards you, extremely concerned about you, wishing you had never got involved. Yet, he is tremendously thankful for you in this moment, for saving him from the horrific situation.

Concern etches itself into your voice as you exclaim, "Are you alright, Hwa?" Your hand instinctively reaches up, cradling his face in your grasp, delicately tracing the contours of his wounded lip and cheek. The injury, crimson and inflamed, accentuates the intensity of the moment. Time momentarily halts for Hwa as your tender touch lands upon his cheek. A rush of warmth floods his face, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. His heart skips a beat, entangled in a chaotic symphony of emotions, as the focused attention from you amplifies the intensity of his feelings.

“What were you thinking, throwing yourself in there?” Hwa exclaims, getting slightly angry at you for involving yourself in something so dangerous, and getting hurt in the meantime. However, the second he sees you flinch at his tone, he relaxes a little, taking your hand in his, trying to calm the storm in his head. Gently, he pulls you towards him, resting his forehead against yours as he caresses the back of your hand, the action causing your entire body to flare up in intense heat.

“It was dangerous, ___.” Hwa sighs, disappointed in you, yet also relieved for your defensive actions.

“You’re my friend, Hwa. I would do it again just to keep you safe.” You admit, eyebrows furrowed, worrying deeply still about the cuts adorning the man’s face in front of you.

Before you can utter another word, the comforting strength of Hwa's arms envelops your waist, securing you in a protective embrace. His voice, laced with vulnerability, reaches your ears as he confesses, "I was terrified they would hurt you, angel."

The endearing nickname, coupled with the sudden intimacy of his hug, weakens your knees, and sends a surge of electricity through your veins. Your heart, already racing, defies logic by quickening its pace even further.

Reluctantly, Hwa withdraws from the embrace, his gaze locked onto yours. In the depths of his eyes, a plea resonates as he implores, "Please promise me you won't put yourself in danger like that again. I can't control myself when it involves you." Once more, Hwa pulls your body closer to his, melding you together in a warm and tender embrace that emanates comfort and security.

“Let’s get you home.”

The journey to your house unfolds in a serene tranquillity, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of footsteps. Hwa, against your repeated protests, politely takes charge of your backpack, cradling it as if it were a precious burden. You can't help but steal glances at his side profile, where the remnants of the recent altercation have left their mark. Anger courses through your veins, directed at Dae for daring to tarnish Hwa's ethereal innocence with intentional harm.

As you near your street, you inform Hwa that you can manage from here, urging him to attend to his own injuries. Reluctantly, he relinquishes the bag, his eyes brimming with concern and adoration. A radiant smile illuminates his face as he salutes you playfully, a display of unwavering loyalty and obedience. He assures you with firm determination that he will follow your instructions, his promise hanging in the air like a tender pledge. With a mixture of longing and regret, he begins to retreat, heading back towards the familiar warehouse where his trusted friends await. Your gaze remains fixed on his diminishing figure, his silhouette merging with the shadows as he disappears around a distant corner. A sense of joy lingers within you, replaying the cherished moments etched in your mind—from the embrace that enveloped you in warmth to the tender words that danced upon his lips. It leaves you feeling both exhilarated and flustered, the blush of anticipation gracing your neck and cheeks.

Approaching your house, the remnants of your elation dissipate, usurped by a sudden shift in atmosphere. The front door, usually a barrier between the outside world and your home, reveals itself to be slightly ajar. A sense of unease settles deep within you, coiling around your heart. Despite the flicker of apprehension, you summon courage, attributing the cracked entrance to your mother's recent onset forgetfulness. The familiarity of the surroundings tries to lull your concerns, offering a fragile shield against the encroaching shadows. With cautious steps, you enter the threshold, the weight of uncertainty bearing down upon your shoulders, overshadowing the comfort of the familiar walls.

Traversing the long hallway, flashes of bittersweet memories dart through your consciousness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that have always remained disturbing. These fragments of the past merge with the present, clouding your thoughts and leaving you in a state of introspection. With a determined stride, you make your way towards the living room, driven by the anticipation of reuniting with your mother, who likely seeks solace within those walls.

Her absence from the world, outside her locked bedroom has persisted for weeks, a sorrow-laden isolation that followed the tragic loss of your younger brother a few months ago. The weight of grief has clung to her spirit, rending her heart and soul, leaving her shattered and desolate. It's with a mix of excitement and trepidation that you approach the living room, knowing that beyond its threshold, you might find your mother, either silently engrossed in the flickering glow of the television or consumed by tears as she clings to a photograph of your departed sibling.

A sense of hope swells within you, lifted by the faint sound of her cherished soap opera resonating through the closed door. It reverberates louder than usual, yet its amplified volume fails to stir any concern within you. Instead, a profound contentment washes over you, your heart brimming with the simple joy of being able to witness your mother's face once more. With a smile adorning your features and an unmistakable sense of anticipation fuelling your every movement, your hand reaches for the cool touch of the metal doorknob. You turn it, unlocking the gateway to a reunion that holds the promise of comfort and the potential for healing.

“Mom, I missed you…” You voice trails off as you take in the scene in front of you, falling to your knees, your life feeling like it’s being ripped out of your body, a shriek ripples from your throat as you crawl towards the body of you mother, hot tears starting to stream out of your eyes like a waterfall.

“Mom, this isn’t funny, wake up. Please, I need you.”

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On the day of your mother’s funeral, you barely make it out of bed, let alone to the shower where you spend almost an hour in, just sitting on the cold tiles, your knees brought to your chest as you let the scorching hot water cascade down your body, not even paying attention to the way it tingles and pains your soft skin.

Looking into the mirror in front of you, you see how pale and lean you have gotten, your cheekbones starting to become prominent on your features, your eyebags incredibly noticeable due to the extreme lack of sleep. Nothing some concealer cannot fix.

The ceremony is long and tedious, your heart heavy with grief and your spirit fractured by loss. It's your mother's funeral, a day that should have been filled with support and unity, yet you find yourself standing alone, abandoned by the one person who should have been there. The one person who should have shared this painful moment with you, gone. Anger wells up inside, a flood of emotions threatening to spill over. How could your own father not bother to show up? The absence feels like a betrayal, a harsh reminder of the fractured relationships that have haunted your life the past few months. With each passing minute, your anger intensifies, fuelled by the profound disappointment that you carry in your heart. Yet, amidst the rage, a quiet determination takes hold, a vow to honour your mother's memory. Even if it means doing it without your father.

Standing there, your eyes transfixed on the sight of your mother's coffin being slowly lowered into the earth, a numbness envelops you, seeping into the depths of your being. The world around you begins to blur, as if a fog has descended, obscuring everything except the weight of loss that hangs heavily upon your shoulders. It feels as though the ground beneath your feet has vanished, leaving you suspended in a void of sorrow. Every ounce of energy seems to have been drained from your body, leaving you devoid of purpose.

The thought of attending school, completing exams, once a mundane routine, now feels impossible. The weight of grief renders you incapable of leaving your bed, the covers becoming a reserve for your shattered spirit. The outside world seems too vibrant, too demanding, as you struggle to find the strength to face each day.

The days blur together, spent in the quiet solitude of your room, where tears mingle with memories, and sorrow becomes the only companion that seems to understand your pain. You feel your entire body, soul, spirit breaking into thousands of pieces as reality truly dawns on you. You are alone. No matter how hard you try, she cannot escape the haunting image etched into your mind, the lifeless body of your mother, forever frozen in time. It lingers in the depths of your thoughts, an unwelcome presence that refuses to leave.

Every blink of your eyes replays the scene, as if you are trapped in an endless loop of agony. The image haunts her waking hours and infiltrates her dreams. Each time you close your eyes, the vivid details resurface, the stillness of your mother's form, the paleness of her skin, the emptiness in her eyes. The weight of this image, like an anchor to your soul, threatens to drown you in a sea of despair.

You have not seen your eight friends since the fateful day of the fight in school. In the midst of uncertainty, you find yourself hovering on the edge of anxiety, not knowing if your new friends are thoroughly searching for you. Your mind becomes a whirlwind of questions and doubts, each thought spinning faster than the next. Are they frantically combing the city streets, calling out your name in desperation? Or have they been caught up in their own lives, oblivious to your absence? You yearn for a sign, a glimmer of reassurance that they are actively searching for you, that they haven't forgotten you amidst the chaos of their daily lives, the rumours starting to claw at their backs. The nagging uncertainty tugs at your heart, and you begin to wonder if you truly hold a place in their thoughts, or if you are slowly fading into the backdrop of their existence, just how it always seems to happen.

After hearing nothing from you for almost two weeks, it’s then when they conclude that you must have heard the horrendous rumours and for some reason, believed them. It broke them harder than it did when the rumours first came out. You are leaving them, even though you promised to stay by their side, crushing their entire souls. Not being able to come up with any other solution, they decide it must be because of the deadly rumours. The conversation Yunho had with you the night it all started, rings like an anthem in the tall boy’s head, “We will get this sorted, Yuyu.” As Yunho stands in the empty warehouse, his heart shatters into countless pieces, and he struggles to comprehend the sudden disappearance of the person who had captured his soul. The pain bites at him, seeping through every fibre of his skin.

In the wake of your absence, his once soft heart transforms into a frigid block of ice, encased in an impenetrable wall. The warmth and tenderness that once explained him now give way to walls that rise, brick by brick, shielding him from the pain of vulnerability. He retreats into himself, wary of letting anyone come close enough to inflict further wounds upon his already battered spirit. The echoes of your absence reverberate within, as he navigates through the world with a guarded heart, vowing never to allow himself to be hurt in such a profound way again. You are not who you said you were.

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In the hushed darkness of the night, the city streets unfold before you as an uncharted path. Grief etches deep lines of sorrow on your face, your footsteps heavy with the weight of loss. Fresh from your mother's funeral, the ache in your heart resonates with every breath you take. You walk aimlessly, your tear-filled eyes fixed on the cold pavement, a sudden movement catches your attention. A young child, full of innocence and joy, frolics, and giggles in carefree abandon. But life's capricious nature intervenes, the child stumbles, tumbling to the ground with a startled cry. From the shadows emerges his mother, her arms outstretched in swift reflex. She cradles the fallen child, comforting him with gentle whispers and soothing caresses. The tenderness of the moment pierces your already fragile heart, intensifying your grief as you realise you no longer have anyone to rely on when you fall. A wave of anguish crashes over you, overwhelming you in a storm of sorrow. The stark contrast between the warmth of a mother's love and the void that now engulfs your existence feels unbearable. It magnifies your loss, leaving you feeling adrift in a world that once held such a vibrant life.

Darkness cloaks your spirit as you continue your solitary journey through the city. Each step deepens the ache within, a constant reminder of the irreparable void that has fractured your world. Within the twinkling city lights, tears blend with the shadows. Carrying the weight of your mourning soul, longing for comfort in the midst of the deep emptiness that envelops you. The city becomes a silent witness to your pain, as you navigate the night, seeking relief in a world that seems barren of such comfort.

Finding yourself walking up the endless flights of stairs, there is determination in your steps. Of course, the elevators are out of service, you grumble under your breath, but not finding it in yourself to get angry. It’s when you reach the top floor that your true intentions dawn on you, and for some reason, you aren’t even upset at your decision. Opening the door, you are met with the cold winter air of the outside, tickling and numbing your nose. Snuggling deeper into your coat, you slowly trudge your way onto the large rooftop, the view showing the entirety of the city. If you weren’t so emotionless, perhaps you would find the view beautiful.

You know your intentions. You intend to carry out the raging thoughts in your head. However, you let your mind be silent at this moment. Allowing your mind to truly see the view. At least your last view is a beautiful one. The lights of the city and surrounding buildings illuminates the rooftop in many colours, almost making rainbows around you. Strolling closer to the ledge, you rest your hands on the railing, it being icy to the touch, letting it cool down your burning hands.

This is it. This is all it took. Finally, the endless torment from the universe got to you. You thought you were stronger than this, truly, yet you must have overestimated yourself.

Just as you lift your leg to climb past the railing, you hear a sob sound from your left. Whipping your head to the left, your gaze locks onto a man standing perilously close to the ledge, a mere twenty metres away. Panic courses through your veins, electrifying your senses as you witness the man lift his leg, poised to climb over the railing. Instinct takes hold, overriding rational thought, propelling you into action.

With an adrenaline-fueled burst of speed, you sprint towards him, your footsteps resounding with urgency. Each stride is propelled by a desperate determination to reach him in time. As you draw closer, your hand reaches out, gripping his arm with a fierce strength, forcefully pulling him away from the ledge. The intensity of the moment disrupts your balance, and you both tumble to the ground with a resounding thud. As you gather your bearings, you cast a worried glance at the man beside you, relieved to see him on his knees, away from the precipice. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, momentarily easing the grip of fear that had held your heart captive. However, as your gaze settles upon his face, a chill of dread sweeps over you, causing fresh tears to spill from your eyes. In that heart-wrenching moment, a torrent of emotions crashes over you as you recognise the boy in front of you.

“Hwa? What the hell are you doing up here?”

Hwa's emotions ripple across his face, a spectrum of fury, realisation, and hurt unfolds before you, each expression chipping away at the innocence that once defined him. Your heart shatters, the pieces scattering like fragile glass, as you witness the profound transformation that has gripped him. The radiant glow that drew you so close to him has disappeared, leaving only fragments of its former shine. His features, usually animated and vibrant, now resemble a mask of emptiness. His gaze, locked on you, conveys disbelief and disbelief, struggling to comprehend that you stand before him, having just witnessed his desperate attempt to end his own life. Tears stain his face, tracing trails on his reddened cheeks, while his eyes remain bloodshot and swollen from the storm of emotions within him. It is a devastating sight, one that pierces your very core.

In that moment, the strength that once buoyed you crumbles, reducing you to a sobbing mess. The weight of the situation bears down upon you, threatening to drown you in a sea of sorrow. Your heart aches with a fierce empathy, as you see the depths of Hwa's pain laid bare before you.

Recognizing the anguish in his eyes, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The tremors coursing through his body reverberates through your own, a testament to the intensity of his suffering.

“Leave me alone,”

“I’m not leaving you, never.”

“You already have ___.” Hwa cries out, his heart searing even more from the pain of having you next to him, seeing him so vulnerable.

“I never left you, I am here Hwa. Please tell me what is going on.”

“It was my dad. He paid Ryu to tell everyone that we hurt her. Because of me, my friends are going through hell, this is all my fault.” Hwa’s voice is muffled by the skin of your neck, his tone choppy and fast, stuttering on his words, the air not able to reach his lungs. Trembling, Hwa attempts to speak once again, his voice quivering with raw emotion as he strives to articulate the depths of his devastation. However, the weight of his suffering proves overwhelming, constricting his throat and stifling his words. He gasps for air, a desperate, guttural wail escaping from deep within him. You find no room for anger, for your attention is wholly devoted to your friend, cradling his fragile form within your embrace.

“Why would he do that, Hwa?” You pry him for answers, anything so you are able to comfort him, to know what has his entire soul breaking down.

“Because I chose my mom over him. He can't bear that his only son, the heir to his dumb company, hates him. All because of me, he is ruining our lives.” 

The mere thought that Hwa's own father could inflict such cruelty and depravity upon his own child sears through your consciousness. It awakens a violent stream of rage, yet you suppress it, knowing that your immediate priority lies in comforting and supporting Hwa in this extremely vulnerable moment. With unwavering determination, you hold him close, his body seemingly devoid of strength as you envelop him in the warmth of your presence.

“Shh,” you stroke the back of the man’s head, trying all you can to calm him down, knowing all too well how extreme and messy his emotions are right now, the smallest things being able to set him off into another fit of sobs.

“I’m sorry, ___, I should have never involved you with us.” The grip Hwa has on your clothes is strong, as if he is trying to ground himself.

“Hwa, it’s okay. You have given me a family; you have made me the happiest I have felt in a while.”

“Please don’t leave me. I thought, we thought you had left us.”

“I’m sorry, Hwa. I won’t leave you ever again, I promise.” Your embrace around the man tightens as you bring him closer to your own body, needing the comfort just as much as he does. Gently pulling away, you look Hwa in the eyes once again, “please don’t leave me, you cannot die Hwa. You have so many people here who care so much about you. You have so much to live for.”

Reluctantly, Hwa nods his head, tears still falling down his swollen, red cheeks. Again, you pull him towards you, this time he is able to fully reciprocate the hug, his arms wrapping strongly around your waist, resting his head onto your shoulder, silent cries falling from his drained lips. For what feels like hours, you allow Hwa to weep into you, allowing him to let all his emotions out, the bitter winter air freezing the two of you, yet your body feels like it is on fire. The thoughts of your own demise, slowly seeping from your mind, your focus only able to be on the person held in your tender embrace. As you speak, you notice the subtle change in Hwa's demeanour. The tension in his shoulders easing, and his breathing becoming less laboured. You can see a flicker of light, a glimmer of hope, begin to illuminate his tear-stained face.

Time seems to stand still as the two of you remain locked in the intimate bubble, shielded from the outside world. In that sacred space, you vow to be his anchor, his sanctuary amidst the chaos. Gently wiping away his tears, you brush away the remnants of sorrow that cling to Hwa’s cheeks. With every touch, every caress, you intend to fill his brokenness with warmth and tenderness. Slowly but surely, Hwa begins to respond to your affection. His grip on despair loosens, and a twinkle of gratitude dances in his eyes. Sitting together, enveloped in a cocoon of shared vulnerability, your hearts beating in sync, amidst the shattered fragments of Hwa's anguish, you feel your bond growing stronger than ever before.

The situation feels almost surreal, like a poignant twist of fate. Here you are, providing comfort and solace to someone who was on the brink of ending their own life, even though you yourself had come to the rooftop with the same haunting intention. The irony isn't lost on you, and in this juxtaposition of emotions, you find a glimmer of understanding.

You offer your words and support, a profound realisation washes over you, a sense that perhaps the universe has a hand in this moment. It's as if it's gently nudging you, reminding you of the value of your own existence. With this realisation comes a newfound determination to embrace life, regardless of the hardships it may present.

You make a promise to yourself right then and there, a vow to keep living, to persevere through even the darkest of times. The weight of your decisions becomes palpable, and you internalise the significance of taking control over your own life. This is your journey, your path to navigate, and you're resolved to make choices that reflect your will to live.

Amidst the gravity of the situation, the exchange of comfort and support takes on a profound meaning. The connection you share with the person you're comforting underscores the intricate web of human experiences, reminding you of the complex nature of life's struggles and triumphs. As you extend a lifeline to someone else, you inadvertently extend it to yourself as well, reaffirming the powerful impact of compassion and empathy in the face of life's challenges.

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The next day, you went to the warehouse, knowing the group would be there around this time. Desperately needing to clarify to the eight why it is you suddenly disappeared. They deserve an explanation, you know it wasn’t right of you to suddenly vanish, but you have a feeling they would understand if you gave them the true reason for your childish behaviour. Chuckling slightly, you know the captain of the group would scold you for calling your actions immature, knowing he will tell you that people can deal with anguish in many bizarre, different ways.

With a mix of curiosity and hope, you gingerly push against the creaky, metal door, revealing a dimly lit interior that holds countless secrets. A flickering ray of sunlight pierces through the cracks in the worn-out roof, rays of light to beam onto the dusty concrete floor. The air carries a faint scent of aged wood and memories.

Your eyes adjust to the gloom, you expect to find the familiar sight of your companions gathered in their usual meeting spot. But as you step deeper into the vast space, your eager smile begins to fade. The echoes of your own footsteps being the only sounds that reach your ears, creating an eerie backdrop to your growing unease. The once vibrant walls, now marked by time and neglect, stood as silent witnesses to the absence that fills the room.

Darting your gaze around, searching for any trace of your friends. The chairs and couch where you had shared heartfelt conversations and wild laughter stood empty, their positions untouched since the last encounter. The remnants of forgotten games and unfinished projects lay scattered across the floor, a bittersweet reminder of your bond. Yet, your friends are nowhere to be found.

Panic mingles with confusion as you comb through the deserted warehouse, your heart sinking with each unanswered question. Did they leave in a hurry? Was there something you had missed? Your mind races, questions bounding around your head, desperately trying to work out the mystery that lies before you. Examining every corner, every shadow, desperately hoping to catch even a glimpse of your friends, to hear their familiar voices or see a glimmer of their presence.

However, the emptiness persists, only amplifying your loneliness. It feels as though time has frozen within these walls, leaving you suspended in a world that has suddenly grown cold and desolate. The warehouse, once a beacon of friendship and shared adventures, now serves as a persistent reminder of her friends' mysterious disappearance.

Just like that, they disappeared without a trace. You searched everywhere you could for them, the skatepark you heard Woo talk about, the record store their captain had bragged about almost every day, the specific part of the park with white flowers that Yeo liked to bring you to, the ice cream shop which they all went to almost every single day. There was not a single trace of them. The only memory being the beaten-up brown couch in the abandoned warehouse, which now appears to be officially abandoned.

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After a long and tiring day at school, you wearily walk through the bustling streets, your mind preoccupied with the usual worries and trivial concerns.

Since the boys mysteriously disappeared from your life, the torment you endured at school escalated to vast heights. The once-familiar hallways transformed into a battleground of constant jeering and merciless bullying. Day after day, the piercing insults and hurtful taunts relentlessly rained down upon you, leaving wounds that ran deeper than you ever imagined possible. Each cutting remark, every malicious laugh, further numbed your spirit, suffocating any remaining ember of joy within you. The weight of the cruelty you faced settled upon your shoulders like an unbearable burden, crushing your spirit and leaving you questioning your worth. As the days turned into weeks, the pain only grew, carving a ravine within your heart that seemed impossible to bridge. The constant onslaught of humiliation chipped away at your resilience, leaving you more vulnerable and isolated than ever before. The vibrant colours of life dulled as you retreated into a shell of self-preservation, shielded from the outside world by a thick armour of numbness.

In the midst of this relentless storm, you found yourself sinking deeper into the depths of despair, your emotions gradually numbed by the unending cruelty. The once-bright spark of hope that had illuminated your days dimmed, overshadowed by the darkness of your daily torment. Yet you remember the promise you made yourself.

Lost in your thoughts, you are suddenly jolted from your trance as a stranger appears before you, an unexpected intrusion into your world. Instantly, a primal instinct surge within you, gripping your heart with fear. Taking an instinctual step back, your eyes narrow warily, as your body tenses in self-defence.

But as your gaze scrutinises the stranger, a peculiar realisation washes over you. There is an undeniable gentleness emanating from him, a warmth that belies his unfamiliar presence. His eyes, though unfamiliar, carry a glimmer of understanding, as if he holds some secret knowledge. Cautiously intrigued, you find yourself leaning in, allowing curiosity to momentarily overshadow your initial apprehension.

“It’s ___, right?” The stranger's voice, when it finally reaches your ears, bears an uncanny familiarity and you find yourself wondering as to how he knows your name.

“My name is Bumjoong, I know your friends…”He speaks of your eight friends, their tender nicknames rolling off his tongue with an intimate familiarity that sends shivers cascading down your spine. A chill dances along your skin as the realisation dawns upon you – this stranger knows them, knows the depth of your connection, and knows your place within their intertwined lives.

With a mixture of trepidation and longing, you listen intently as the stranger, now revealing himself as a relative of ‘Captain’, begins to unfold a heart-wrenching truth. 

“I am not quite sure how to break this to you, but they have passed away.” He delicately confesses that your friends have passed away, their spirits departing from this earthly realm. 

A surge of desperation engulfs you, as you plead with the stranger, your voice laced with a mixture of hope and despair, yearning for answers that might provide solace or healing.

“What? What do you mean? What happened?” your voice is desperate as you plead for one answer, anything.

However, the stranger, though understanding the turmoil within you, stands resolute in his silence. Your pleas fall upon closed lips, his reasons for withholding the details shrouded in mystery. 

“I’m sorry ___, truly. You’re going to be okay.” Is all he says before slowly fading from your presence, leaving you alone with the weight of his revelation, a tempest of emotions rages within you.

“It's not true.” You say to yourself, over and over, tears falling freely from your face. 

For months on end, you wage a war against the harrowing news you received. Denial becomes your refuge, a desperate attempt to cling to the belief that your friends are still alive, that their laughter and shared moments have not been extinguished. It becomes a battle fought within the depths of your own mind, as you fiercely defend the hope that they will one day return, that this cruel reality can somehow be undone.

Yet, as the relentless passage of time weaves its threads, your resistance begins to fray. The fortress of denial that you have so painstakingly built crumbles, unable to withstand the unyielding weight of truth. Slowly, hesitantly, you open yourself up to the possibility that your beloved friends have truly departed from this world. The bittersweet tendrils of acceptance seep into your consciousness, searing your heart with an indescribable ache, as you embark on a gruelling journey through the depths of grief. With each passing day, you learn to navigate the relentless waves of sorrow, gradually embracing the harsh reality that your cherished friends are no longer with you, their presence forever etched in your memories and the ache of their absence ever present in your soul.

They are gone.

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Wet for a Villain

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) ღGenre/ Au/ Trope: smut, villain au, enemies with benefits ღWord Count: 730 ღRating: +18 MDNI ღSummary: you're a detective in a city where a villain creates havoc for heroes and police alike... but you're fucking him?! ღWarnings: penetrative sex without a barrier, big dick! mingi, breeding kink, corruption kink (?), creampie, overstimulation, dat dick so good you'd ignore your responsibilities to get it from mingi ღDedication: @downtoamagicalland, @mingsolo & @starlitmark my mingi stans that deserve to be fed more! Here’s some instant inspo, I hope you enjoy! @mejuii lowkey for you because you helped urge it on, and i know you like a confident mingi ENJOY @smallfrye honorary suffer with me braincell tag

The world is on fire outside and you bury further into your blankets. The sirens’ wail and you flinch as an explosion lights up the night sky. You knew exactly what that means; Mingi is out causing havoc and soon he’ll show up on your balcony.

You were a detective for the local police force but tonight was your night off. Mingi always made a strike when you weren’t on shift. You hated the mayhem he created, and the people he hurt. You hated that he made you cast aside every moral bone in your body out the window. But you simply could not tell him no when he came to you, covered in blood and soot and ready to fuck. 

The hard rattle of your balcony door brings you back to reality. You look out to your balcony and there’s Mingi. When your eyes meet, he pushes through the glass. There is nothing that stops him from getting where he wants to be, and by the flash of lust in his eyes, he wants to be in between your legs right now.

“Did you see the explosion?” Mingi mentions while he slowly pulls down the covers that you had dug yourself into. You nod as Mingi’s fingers find the waistband of your underwear and nimbly pull them down your legs. 

“The heroes went to go save the ‘innocent’ people caught up in the explosion while I got away. They’re so predictable.” Mingi pokes his tongue into his cheek, staring at your pussy, completely visible for him now that your legs are spread.

“They’ll never find me here, will they, angel?” Mingi smirks.

You shake your head, shame covering every inch of your skin. Mingi simply takes the goosebumps as a compliment. It always seems like the more chaos Mingi creates, the harder his cock is when he comes to you. 

The villain barely pulls his pants down enough to release his very well-endowed cock, gripping it tightly and running it through your folds. You had been wet the moment the explosion went off. Mingi hums, content that you are ready for him.

“So perfect, just for me, aren’t you, angel?” Mingi murmurs under his breath. 

He pushes into your waiting hole and you groan as he pushes until he is all the way in, no stops, no check ins, it is all about him now; his chance to fuck and brag about how he got away once again.

At first, Mingi is more than happy to watch his dick move in and out of your wet pussy, smirking at how well you take him, despite your conflict of interest. He pokes and prods at your pride, speaking on how you should be the one handcuffing him and manhandling him. But he’s the one who’s got your wrists pinned above your head, fucking you so good, you push your legs even wider to receive the pleasure he’s giving you.

The second round involves Mingi bending you in two, attaining an even deeper angle that he loves to torture you with. He speaks on how he’s inside of you so deep, that he’s going to give you little villain babies, to add to your shame. He fucks your cunt so well that your cunt is still experiencing aftershocks and pushes his cum out from the first and second round.

The final round, the one you always despise, involves spooning your body. By now Mingi is done crowing about his accomplishments tonight, done speaking on how stupid the police and the heroes are. Now, he whispers into your ear, while he plays with your nipple, about his next plan of attack. He loves the thrill of telling you everything, hoping that one day you will have the courage to take him down.

You don’t--you’re not sure you ever will. Because then that means these sessions will end. Then your shameful past will come to light. You might even lose your job. You continue to put your needs and wants before the good of the world.

So when Mingi finishes the third time inside of you, lazily rubbing your clit to overstimulate you even more, he always whispers one final jab as you fade to sleep.

“You’re just as bad as me,” He says, the smirk in his voice apparent, also with a dash of admiration, “Perhaps that’s why you’re perfect for me.”

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MDNI

Mingi who loves to make eye contact with you while on stage, when he’s touching his cock through his pants, or thrusting his hips.

Whose aggressive behavior towards you, that you absolutely love. His deep voice, a dream. You love when he dyes his hair.

His confused actions is adorable to you.

I’ve said it before, he’s a himbo. He’s not dumb by any means but he’s gullible. He’s a rough lover in bed, not shy about by any means. Likes wrap his huge veiny hand around your throat, giving it a little squeeze but not enough to choke you.

His grip on your hips will leave bruises, but he doesn’t care. It’s his way of marking you as his.

Mingi who will do absolutely anything for you. He loves to touch the cock bulge on your stomach, he will press down on it to give you more pleasure.

Cares only about your pleasure more than his own.

Loves to pump in his loads of cum into you.

That’s your man.

Dedicated to @bouncesonmingi I hope you love this you simp 🫶

KINKTOBER:: ( day 1 )

WARNING:: dry humping, making out, marking (hickeys), slight hair pulling, frustration, crying from pleasure, scratching!

SUMMARY:: after a rough day at work you just want to lay back and kiss your pretty boyfriend all over his face to get rid of your frustration.

WORD COUNT:: 2K

Your back had been aching and your head was pounding, all you wanted to do was open the front door to your apartment and crash into your boyfriend. The second your feet stop in front of the familiar wooden door with a golden number 7 attached to it. when your fingers meet the cool metal of the of the doorknob you jiggle it in hopes that Mingi forgot forgot t lock it like he usually does. Hearing a feint click you take it that he does, smiling at his habit; you pull the door open being met with the sight of a familiar figure with their back pressed against the rest of the couch while the TV plays reruns of cartoon that you could barely make out.

The familiar head of yellow and red hair has you letting out a sigh of relief as you slip off your shoes at the welcome mat. The sound of keys rustling around and clinging onto each other has Mingi twisting his head to look over the couch hoping to be met with you, his eyes soften as he sees you slouching over as you put your shoes onto the wrack with many other shoes. Slowly you discard your jacket as the warmth in the living room engulfs you, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey, how was work? You look exhausted" Mingi says as he practically peels himself from the couch slinking over to your slouching figure holding his arms open to you waiting for you to indulge in a much needed hug. "I am. It sucks when you work seasonal jobs, everybody's fighting for candy and decorations" you huff which earns a small laugh out of him. Dragging your feet towards him as you drop your bag to the wooden floor with a full thud you bury your face into his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck.

His arms hang around your waist the palms of his hand rubs against your back, you hum at the much needed body warmth and the smell you had missed so much only being made out to be what was home to you. Pressing a small kiss to your temple twice you could only smile at the feeling of comfort and love washing over you. "Come on, let's just lay down. I know you're tired" he says pulling away slowly resting one had on the small of your back that sends shivers up your spine.

You both make way towards the couch letting all the weight and stress work had set set on your shoulders completely slip away as your back pressed to the soft fabric of the couch indents from your weight. Leaning into Mingi your eyes adjust to the screen seeing as he reaches for the remote and flips through channels his arms wraps around your shoulder you look up at him seeing his complete and utter focus, the cute indent on his skin as his brows furrow together you lift your arm that had practically been dead weight you reach for the remote letting it slip out of his fingers he looks down at you.

A glimmer in your eyes had spoken for itself as you had slowly leaned closer into him, your gaze meets his with nothing but pure heart eyes, you close all space between the both of you, your eyes fluttering shut as the bridge of his nose brushes against yours, you softly smile.

even the smallest touch made your stomach churn with butterflies. Giving him one last look your eyes flutter closed as you close the little distance between you and the feeling of his soft lips on yours was all that surged through your mind.

Sucking in a breath through your nose your hand falls to the back of his neck pulling him in deeper making the kiss more needy and lust filled. Progressively speeding up your teeth clash against each other as the smell of his cologne takes over your senses.

Letting out a small groan Mingi's hand makes way to the belt loop of your jeans hooking two fingers inside and pulling your hips closer against his. His hands finding the hem of your shirt tugging it up over your hips, pulling apart he pulls your shirt over your head as you lift your arms giving him assistance he tosses it onto the small carpet under your coffee table.

Leaning in once more your lips clash once more, messily you can feel saliva dribble past your lips as the both of your tongues dance against each other. Your bra covered chest pushes against his shirt while your hand finds his hair, entangling your fingers  and shamelessly moaning into his mouth.

His tongue now licking a stripe on your bottom lip begging for access, parting your lips, his tongue immediately brushing against yours mixing your saliva. As you suck on his tongue you could taste whatever sweet candy he had been snacking on didn't bother you a bit.

The flash of the camera goes off making you pull away with hesitation written all over your face, Mingi pulling back to see the picture develop and show up with a frame of you and him swapping saliva and shoving your tongues down each other's throats.

You could see the tent in his jeans starting to grow "I fucking love you". His words make your thighs push together at the thought of Mingi having such a big feeling towards you. But you aren't as slick as you hoped to be. Mingi caught the way your knees and thighs pushed together at his words making the small boyish grin on his lips turn into a smirk.

Looking back over at you both still high off the feeling of each other's warm lips , Mingi couldn't help but ask "you wanna keep going?" You could pounce on the boy at any moment seeing as his hair was now messy, his lips now swollen with your lipgloss smeared on them, and his labored breathing making his chest rise and fall more noticeably.

You nod your head looking at him in his deep coffee brown eyes with adoration and lust. "I want you to touch me" you say loud enough for him but just above a whisper in the silent room.

Your words make Mingi twitch in his boxers. Letting out a groan his head falls back "you're gonna fucking kill me" he said as his cock aches within the confinements of his tight boxers and sweatpants.

The way you looked at him was like you were begging for him to just fuck you dumb on his cock. So when he gripped your chin pushing your head back, you could feel his lips on your neck, aimlessly sucking hickeys on your neck leaving purple and red splotches on your supple skin.

You let out small moans at the feeling of his teeth brushing against your sensitive spot that makes you shiver and your hand entangle in his messy red and yellowhair. His thumb rubbing against your bottom lip, you open your mouth letting the harsh pad of his thumb press against your tongue.

Sucking on his thumb, Mingi groaned as the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his finger, he couldn't help but imagine how good you would look with his cock on your tongue instead of his thumb. Kissing a trail down your neck to your chest.

Your body is covered in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm tongue licking at your cold skin. His hand finds itself behind your back unclipping your bra letting it slip off your shoulders revealing your bare chest and hard nipples.

Licking a stripe on one of your nipples you roll your hips at the feeling. But as soon as he pulled away you whine, "sit on my lap" he says in a low tone.

Catching a glimpse of the look on his face as the both of you shift until Mingi's back presses against the headboard. Pulling his jeans down and tossing them on the floor he looks up expectantly waiting for you to pull yours off as well.

Understanding without saying a word you pull them off discarding them with his as well. Leaving you in your panties that were sticking to you with a small wet patch seeping through the thin fabric.

Crawling into his lap you press your ass down on his bulge with no regard earning you a choked moan.  You could feel as if your pussy practically stuck to the wet fabric of your panties while you grind your hips against him.

The small wet watch of precum becomes larger as your panties make friction soaking his underwear as well. The outline of his cock rubbing against your clit makes your head spin and you couldn't help but moan and grind harder against him.

"You feel so good" you whimper hearing the sticky sounds of your slick thighs rubbing together, it was messy yet the both of you were too eager chasing some form of an orgasm to care what kind of mess you make.

Your hand moves around the mattress to find the camera as you look down at Mingi whose head was thrown back while he lets out the deepest groans of pleasure. His hands guiding your hips against his at a faster pace makes you choke out louder moans.

"Fuck" he whispered harshly as you finally find the camera and holding the camera up you place your eye close to the view finder as you point the lens at a dazed Mingi who was in a deep haze.

Pressing down on the shutter button the flash finally goes off making Mingi open his eyes and look up at you, "you looked too good" you whisper placing one of your hands down on his lower abdomen as you feel Mingi buck his hips into you faster.

The feeling of the fabric running against your pussy slightly burned but it felt too good to care. "Feels so good" he grumbled as the pressure began to build. The both of you chasing your orgasms push your panties to the side rubbing your bare pussy against the fabric of his boxers at a fast pace that makes you whine.

You gasp feeling yourself being sent over the edge, Mingi began to slow down but you only shake your head as you anticipate him reaching his peak. "Please keep going, I want you to cum" you moan as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Your needy words make his eyes roll back as he pushes your hips down, he ruts into you as he moans shamelessly. Mingi had no idea if it was just the weed or if your pussy had fucking magic but your sweet moans and the sloppy sounds send him into a spiral of pleasure.

His cum seeps through his boxers as his hips twitch in a bit of overstimulation he didn't care, his hips slow down and then stop completely as he feels himself slowly coming back down to earth.

He lets out a large huff as a shy smile finds its way on his face, he can't believe he just came in his boxers after literally letting you dry hump him like a needy puppy. His hands grip at the flesh of your ass he lets out a small chuckle with a smirk on his lips his breathing slowing down his head falls back against the couch, you let out a huff "let's go get cleaned up, you seem like you need a hot bath" Mingi whispers to you nodding at his proposal.

Say Goodbye

Plot: You begin to wonder if you served a purpose in this group. All you did was bring them mail and relay messages from the others. You couldn't fight, but you could use a gun. Getting nervous easily around others, it baffled you why they even kept you around. So when you overhear a conversation between some coworkers, you decide to take it upon yourself to say goodbye.

Genre: Heavy Angst, Smut, Mafia Au.

Warnings: Mafia au, insecure!reader, shy!reader, depression, death and murder, rumors being spread, use of a gun, mild violence, heavy angst, pregancy, running away, alot of yelling and arguing, poly!Ateez, polyamorous relationship.

Nsfw: Dom!Hongjoong, Sub! Reader, Daddy Kink,unprotected sex, just pur love making, group sex, body worship, hella praise kink, biting, spanking.

A/n: This fic is celebrating 800 followers!! I'm so grateful for each and everyone of you and i wouldn't be where i am now without you ✨ Enjoy reading!!

Also a little key for you! (Each of the members have different nicknames for (y/n))

Angel - Seonghwa

Baby girl - Hongjoong

Pup or puppy - Yunho

Darling or Love - Yeosang

Doll - San

Baby - Mingi

Princess - Wooyoung

Cub or Babydoll - Jongho

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You were giddy and excited , you held a box in your hand as you made your way to Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s office. It was around the time of day where they would have a few minutes to talk to you before the next mission orders they had to give out. You wanted to surprise them and give them another reason for them to come home, you placed a hand over your stomach and giggled a bit.

You had amazing news to tell them and the others, you couldn’t wait! Turning the corner and heading down the hall, you slowed as you saw three of the runnings, Jinyoung, Minjae and Haru all chatting together. You raised your hands to wave to them only to lower it when you heard their words.

“Man it must suck to be the boss's personal whore.”

“You mean (Y/n)?” “Yea, poor bitch doesn’t even know she’s not gonna be needed much longer.”

You gasped at their words and backed up out of sight to listen to their conversation more, brows furrowing at their words.

“All she does is bring messages and sucks our bosses dicks.”

“That's because her lazy ass can’t do shit! She’s fucking useless and the bosses know it! They just don’t want to loose their little fuck toy.”

“Ooo~ And plus, I heard from the girls that she’s pregnant!”

“Ha! Bet the slut doesn’t even know which one is the father!”

“That’s if it’s even any of of theirs”

The three broke out into laughter while you felt tears welling up in your eyes, you placed the box on the table in your office, a room you barely used and headed to your bedroom. You walked past the three, scaring them straight, as they whispered amongst themselves. It took everything in you not to turn around and go tell Hongjoong and Seonghwa. But those three were the most trusted besides you, they needed them more than they needed you. You were easily replaceable, and hell if what they said was true then the whole base might as well know you were pregnant.

Your mind was running races.

What if they get rid of you because you are pregnant?

What if they didn’t want you anymore?

What if..they were all right? And that you were nothing more than a toy.

The boys surely treated you more than that, each one of them spoiling you endlessly with gifts and their time. And it surely wasn’t secret that the 9 of you were involved in a relationship. You were usually always around Mingi, Jongho or Yunho, clingling to their sides as they got their tasks done. They would also help you with the small tasks that you were given, praising you as you would go. It made your heart swell, but what if all that was just them being nice to you? All those nights that you all would stay up spending together, talking about the future…

Were they all just a facade?

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the person calling your name.

“Darling..Darling!” You jumped and glanced over to see Yeosang staring at you with a worried expression. He walks over and places his hands on your cheeks, “Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you? Do I need-” You shake your head, “I’m fine Yeo, just was in my thoughts again.” You said, giving him a soft smile. Yeosang placed a kiss on your forehead, returning the smile,

“ Okay, You had me worried, thought I was going to have to interrupt Hwa’s meeting.” He jokes and you give a light chuckle, the thoughts plaguing your mind.

“Well I’m going to get started on dinner then..” You say and Yeosang shakes his head. “Wooyoung already made dinner for tonight , love” You could feel your heart sinking but you tried not to show it. “You can go rest and I’ll call you when it’s time” Yeosang says, giving you a gentle pat on the back before leaving.

“See..even the simple tasks they don’t need you for..”

You shake your head as you walk to your room. “No..no you’re wrong..they love me. They need me okay?” You to yourself. You open up your room door and decide to flop on the bed. You sighed as you pulled out your phone to text in the groupchat that was made with all of you.

(Y/n): Is anyone not busy? I really need to talk..

Waiting for a minute, your phone buzzed and a flurry of messages came in.

MingiPingi: Sorry Baby, Joong has Me Sannie and Yunho out on a mission, we won’t be back until late.

Sannie: I’m sorry Doll! I’ll try to move this as quickly as we can so I can come back to you!

Yuyubaby: We’ll be back soon! I’ll make sure to give you extra cuddles!!

Wooyoungie: I’m out with Yeosang right now! He made me go out to get more food for dinner, we’ll be back soon.

YeoYeo: Sorry Darling, I promise to make it up to you.

Jongie: I’m in the meeting with Hwa and Joong! We’ll be out soon!

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, as you put your hands over your ears, the voices getting louder and teasing you even more.

“They’re making excuses to not be with you!”

“Leave...before they kill you...you know too much.”

“Pitiful, they no longer need you…”

You let out a sob and could not take it anymore. You decided that you need to make a move now, you couldn’t let your thoughts get in the way of their work. Throwing clothes into a suitcase along with your wallet and other information, they would be better without you, and if those runners were right, you would be easily replaced with another girl that could do everything you did and then some. Rushing, you quickly headed out the room, passing people who gave you confused looks and some who didn’t care.

You did pass Jinyoung and Haru who just sneered at you. “Oh look..looks like little miss whore finally got the memo to leave.” Haru snickers and Jinyoung joins in. “You better run far from here whore...because they’ll find you and kill you because you know too much.” The two cackled as you walked out the door, the cold wind hitting you as you bundled up.

You hopped into your car and called a number, sighing softly when they finally picked it up.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? What’s going on?... it’s nearly 11:00pm..”

“J-jaehee...can I stay with you..?”

You could hear the woman sitting up in her bed, “Are you crying? Child if you don’t bring your ass here, you know you’re always welcome!” She fussed into the phone and you sniffled as you started up your car giving one last look to the building. Tears were flowing down your eyes as you backed up and drove away, your heart was crying out to you that this was not the right way to handle this situation but your head was in a rut, one that you didn’t think you could climb out of.

And one you didn’t want them to get into.

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“Angel! We’re done, I saw your message in the group chat, what do you need?”

Seonghwa asked, knocking on your room door. He chuckles to himself, thinking that you probably fell asleep while waiting for them to get finished. “I’m coming in!” He calls out opening the door. His eyes scan the room and confusion covers his face when he doesn’t see you at all. “Angel?” He calls out again, walking into your room and looking around, he sees the majority of your stuff still here, except your wallet and phone. He turns on his heel and heads back out, trying not to let his worries get to him.

‘Maybe she’s just working late in the office,’ He thinks to himself, going to your office. When he reaches the door he sees that it’s locked which is weird, because you always have your door open when in there. He pulls out his keys and quickly unlocks the door, pushing it open slowly. He looks in and his heart drops when this room is empty too. He walks in a bit, scanning the area looking for any signs of you before his eyes land on a box and a note with your hand writing on it. Seonghwa feels like his fears are becoming his worst reality, as with shaky hands he picks up the letter.

“Hongjoong!! Bring the others in here. Now!” He barked out, he was hoping this letter would just explain that you went out for a quick trip, and that you would be right back.

The rapid footsteps of the rest of his crew entered the room and they all circled around Seonghwa. “Is that from Princess? I was wondering where she was, she hasn’t been answering texts.” “Wooyoung’s right, Pup’s never this quiet, she usually tells us where she is going.”

“Yea, and earlier today, I saw her place the box in here, but she told me she was okay and gave me that award winning smile of hers.”

Wooyoung’s,Yunho’s and Yeosang’s words don't do anything to quell Seonghwa’s growing pit in his stomach.

His eyes quickly scanned over the letter and his eyes widened.

Dear Everyone,

I’m so so sorry for having to end it like this. But I feel that it is the best for all of us. I don’t serve any purpose in the crew and I’m just a nuisance to all of you. I can barely do anything right, and the things I do correctly always require help. I overheard some of the runners tonight talking about how you all were going to get rid of me...and I am completely fine with that. I’m happy as long as you all are happy. Please do not stress yourself trying to come and find me, I’ll already be long gone. I don’t need to be a liability in your group, something that other groups could easily use against you. So it’s for the best that I part ways with you all, I want you to know that I love each and every last one of you with my entire being. But I can’t bear to be a problem in the group anymore...and I know you’re probably yelling at me for saying goodbye like this.

But it’s the never right time to say goodbye..especially when you’re in love like me.

So I wish you all the best.

Love, (Y/n).

P.S.

Look in the box if you want to, it’s only up to you, I’m not forcing you.

Hongjoong is the one to open the box, pulling out a cute baby onesie with the words ``welcome Muyoung '' on it. Alongside it were ultrasound pictures and documents saying that you were 4 months along with a healthy baby boy.

Hongjoong quickly pulled out his phone, handing the baby clothes to Jongho, who was nearly on the verge of tears.

Hongjoongie: babygirl. Where are you?

Hongjoongie: Please answer me, this isn’t funny. We need to talk to you.

Hongjoongie: (Y/n)...Please baby just answer me…

Hongjoongie: I need to know if you are okay..

He called your phone and only got sent to voicemail. ‘Hello you have reached my mailbox! Sorry I’m probably busy with the boys, please leave a message!’ “Dammit (Y/n) Pick up the damn phone! This isn’t funny!!” He yelled into the phone.

Mingi was the next one to nearly break down, he picked up one of the copies of the ultrasound holding in his hands. You were pregnant, with one of their children, and now you were nowhere to be found. He leaned against Yunho trying to hold it together but tears ended up falling anyways. You really believed that you were a liability to them so much so that you left them without telling anyone. Yunho held Mingi in his arms as he watched everyone in the room scurry to try and call you.

Yeosang had his hands in his hair, he was the last one to see you, to touch you, to hear your sweet voice. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t want to push you, but now he wished he did. He was beating himself up inside, he could’ve done something, he could’ve stopped you. Held you as you told him all these problems that you were having, but now he couldn’t and it was eating him alive.

Hongjoong backed up against a wall, sliding down it, spooking everyone else in the room, they glanced over to their leader and their hearts twisted. Tears were falling down his face, as he tried being silent with it, this was the first time anyone had seen him break down and cry like this. San and Wooyoung immediately went to comfort the male as silent tears kept falling heavily. Who could have filled your pretty little head with these thoughts? They all loved you with all their hearts, hell Hongjoong was even planning on making it official between you all. But now he could see his future with you crumbling before you, and the pain is worse knowing that you’re going to be struggling out there with a child. One that is one of theirs.

Seonghwa stepped out in the hallway, barking orders and demanding a meeting. His tone of voice sent fear through every member that heard it. Seonghwa wanted to know who was the cause of this, who made you doubt yourself to the point of leaving.

Soon every member was in that room, shocked to see half of their bosses with tear riddled eyes. Their leader was too distraught to even speak that he had to go out in the hall and finally let all of his emotions out, a loud sob of your name followed by pained cries. Seonghwa glared daggers into their eyes as he spoke with a flat tone.

“Who did it?”

A simple question that had the staff all looking at each other in confusion until Yeosang slammed his hand on the table, scaring them. “WHO TOLD (Y/N) THAT SHE WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH!?” He barked, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes.

“One of you grimey ass bastards is the reason she ran away, carrying our child! And if someone doesn’t confess soon I’m going to raise hell and high water in this goddamned base!!” San followed, a growl leaving his lips.

It was pin quiet until someone finally worked up the courage to raise their hand. Her name was Ruby, she was the medic of the team, a loyal woman who would do anything for her teammates. Seonghwa’s gaze softened when it came to her. “Yes, Ruby. Tell me what happened.”

Ruby nodded and stood up. “Yes sir.” She cleared her throat, “(Y/n) came to me months ago when she first became pregnant. She was excited to tell you all, but wanted to wait until she figured out the gender. I told her to keep coming to me for routine check ups to make sure her health was okay.” Seonghwa nodded, ushering the red head to continue speaking. “But she soon brought it to my attention that someone snooped into my office and spreaded the fact that she was pregnant without her knowledge. We later found out it was Haru, Jinyoung and Minjae as they were the last ones to get a check up from me.”

Yeosang was quicker than Hwa. His pistol aimed directly at Haru’s head, while San and Yunho had theirs pointed at Jinyoung’s and Minjae’s.

“What!? She’s lying!!”

“Why would we spread rumors about her?”

“We barely spend time around her!!”

Ruby rolled her eyes before dropping a bombshell. “(Y/n) sent me this voice recording she had of them earlier today. I was the last one to speak to (Y/n), I told her not to leave and she said she would come and talk to you and Hongjoong boss. But I guess these three fucktards said something else to her.” Ruby pressed play on the button, playing back the males conversation.

“Man it must suck to be the boss's personal whore.”“You mean (Y/n)?” “Yea, poor bitch doesn’t even know she’s not gonna be needed much longer.”

“All she does is bring messages and sucks our bosses dicks.”

“That's because her lazy ass can’t do shit! She’s fucking useless and the bosses know it! They just don’t want to loose their little fuck toy.”

“Ooo~ And plus, I heard from the girls that she’s pregnant!”

“Ha! Bet the slut doesn’t even know which one is the father!”

“That’s if it’s even any of of theirs”

Seonghwa raised his hand and smiled at Ruby. “We can always count on you Ruby, thank you so much. I’m giving you orders to go out and figure out where (y/n) went. Take everyone with you.” He says and Ruby nods as she stands up, everyone except Minjae and his two friends left out to follow Seonghwa’s orders. When everyone else left, it was pitch quiet in that room, nobody dared make a noise. Seonghwa looked over at Jongho beside him, who was staring blankly at the three responsible.

“Kill them.” The youngest said and Seonghwa gave a sick smile, “Oh, well you heard Jongho.”

The three tried to beg for their lives, but the cocking of guns sealed their fates

“Wait boss we’re sorry!!”

“Please give us another chance!”

“NO I don’t wanna die!!”

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Three thuds were heard and Seonghwa’s smile finally faded. “We’re doing everything in our power to bring (y/n) back here. These dumbasses are dealt with. Jongho, Yeosang. Deal with them. Yunho you’re with me, we still have to calm down Joong.” All three males nodded as they headed out the door.

“Don’t worry Angel, we’re going to bring you back home..”

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(1 year later)

“Thanks for watching him tonight Jaehee!”

You call out waving to your friend with your son in your arms, “It’s fine (Y/n)! Call me when you get home Babe!” “I will!”

Muyoung cooed as he snuggled into your chest. You walked down the street, your apartment complex not being that far from where Jaehee stayed. It was rough when you first left, you were mostly depending on your friend.

You managed to get the pictures you did have of the boys printed off and put into picture frames around the house. Muyoung wasn’t old enough to start asking where his daddy was yet, but you were prepared for that day. The 1 year old was starting to look like Yeosang, meaning that Muyoung was his. It lined up, you remember that was a night where Yeosang had come back from a 3 week mission and you missed him so much that you spent the whole night with him.

Muyo had that same birthmark underneath his right eye, he had your eyes and Yeosang’s black hair. You chuckle as you could envision how the boys would be fussing over him, all wanting to take care of him or spend time with him.

It made you miss them dearly, but you shook your head, reminding you that this was the best for them. You and Muyo would only be a hindrance to them, as they would be focused so hard on you and him that they may forget their jobs. As you entered your apartment complex and got on the elevator, Muyo yawned a bit meaning he was tired. “Aww, is my little MuMu tired? Mommy is gonna get you to bed soon okay?” You say to him as you exited the elevator, your apartment being the first one. You opened the door and pushed inside, heading straight to Muyo’s bedroom and placing him down in the bed. He cooed a bit before eventually his eyes got droopy and he drifted off to sleep.

You sighed happily and were about to leave his bedroom when you heard the floor creak behind you. Whipping out a gun you had bought for protection a few months back you pointed it at the intruder in your house. “Who the fuck are you?” You asked threateningly.

“Babygirl?..”

“Darling?..”

Your eyes widened and you leaned over to flip the light on, hands flying to your mouth as you dropped your gun on the floor.

Hongjoong and Yeosang stood in front of you, your body froze. Your heart was screaming to run into their arms, feel safe and secure in their arms once again. Hongjoong was the first to slowly open his arms out to you and you caved, running into his arms. You sobbed quietly as the male held you in his arms, “shh..it’s okay..it’s okay baby girl, you’re safe.” Hongjoong said, rubbing a hand on your back.

Yeosang walked over to the crib and looked down at Muyoung with a soft smile. “You know he’s yours..” Your words make the male whip his head around to face you. “H-huh?” Yeosang asked, surprised. “He has your birthmark Yeo..look.” You say softly and Yeosang does, looking closer at the baby and a soft gasp leaves his mouth. Hongjoong chuckles a bit, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Please baby girl if you ever have a problem just tell us..” the older male pleads. “Our hearts shattered when you left, it’s like we lost a piece of us.” Yeosang nods as he comes back over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Hongjoong’s right, I was beating myself up for not asking if something was wrong that day.” Yeosang adds, “The whole base was in shambles, so please just come back home..”

You nodded into Hongjoong’s chest. “I-i will..i missed you all too.” Hongjoong’s grip on you tightens and he giggles happily. “Oh baby, you don’t know how happy everyone will be!!” He yelled before Yeosang shushed him, pointing to the crib. “Oh..sorry..”

The three of you giggle softly as Yeosang goes to grab Muyoung who was still fast asleep, the three of you head out your apartment, making sure you lock it up tight.

The ride back to the base was spent with you telling them about all the stuff that Muyo likes to do, his favorite color, favorite cartoons and what he does at daycare. Yeosang was smiling at you the entire time as he held Muyo, chuckling each time the young boy would move around.

Hongjoong was leaning on your shoulder, his hand intertwined with yours, he was at peace, he was just happy that you were back with them.

When they entered, Yeosang walked in first carrying Muyoung, Wooyoung ran up to him. “Whose child did you steal Yeo!?” “I didn’t steal anyone's child! This is-’

“His name is Muyoung, and He’s Yeo’s and I’s”

Wooyoung peeked around and nearly busted his ass running over to you. “Princess!!” He cheered, sweeping you up off your feet and out of Hongjoong’s grasp. His yelling grabbed Seonghwa’s attention who was in the kitchen. “Wooyoung the hell are you yelling about?!” He yelled annoyed and Wooyoung ran up to him with you in his arms. “Look!” You giggled at his antics and gave Seonghwa a smile as Wooyoung put you down in front of him.

“Are you real?” Seonghwa asked as he cupped your face with his hands and you nodded, “Yes..and I’m not leaving ever again..I missed-” Your words were silenced with a kiss to your lips, Seonghwa pulled you into his chest tightly afraid you would disappear if he let go. “Angel..please don’t ever go again..” He begged and you wrapped your arms around him nodding into his chest.

Wooyoung was happily bouncing around with a now awake Muyoung, who was giggling at the males silliness. Jongho had come back from a mission that he had and his eyes fell on you. Seonghwa ushered him to come over, and the youngest male dropped his bag, joining the hug.

“Cub you came back…” Jongho said quietly, leaning his head on you taking in your scent and the fact that you were standing right here. You kissed his cheek and Jongho melted into your grasp happily. “Mhm..I couldn’t stay away..Joongie and Yeo came to get me.” Seonghwa stepped away, allowing Jongho to hold you, rocking you back and forth as he mumbled soft things. This made you realize how much you missed them. You tried hard to push down those feelings and make it on your own, but you couldn’t stay away anymore. Seeing Yeosang and Hongjoong made you want to come running back into their arms.

Yunho and Mingi came into the room, Yunho going over to Yeosang and Woo to play with Muyo while Mingi snatched you up from Jongho. The large male twirled you around happily, cheering your name happily. “Ahh!! Welcome home!! Oh? You brought the baby! I wanna see the baby!” He put you down, placing a kiss on your forehead before rushing over to the males who were all playing with Muyoung. Muyo was giggling happily as everyone around him was making him laugh, “d...da..”

“Yes Mumu? What are you trying to say?” You asked to join everyone circling around Muyoung. He giggles softly and points towards Yeosang, Yeosang grabs him from Wooyoung and booped him on the birthmark. “What is it, Muyo?” Yeo asked and Muyo grabbed his nose, cooing cutely. “Da...da...dada!” The room goes quiet and Yeosang feels his heart swell. You ran up excitedly and looked at Muyo. “Say it again baby? Who is this?” You asked and Muyo hid his face in Yeosang’s neck, “Dada..” He said again making you squeal in excitement. “Oh my god! Yeo!” You hug the male excitedly as Yeosang was still frozen in shock with a smile on his face.

Seonghwa crossed his arms playfully, “Lucky~ I want a baby with Angel, This is so cute!” He jokes and Wooyoung nods. “ I want to be a dad too! This is sooo cute! Yeosang gets a little him running around.” You chuckle and shake your head, “Maybe once Muyoung grows up he can get a sibling, but I think now it’s time for all of us to go to bed, It’s late.” You say gesturing to the window, the moon high in the sky. Hongjoong agreed with you with a hum, “Let’s get to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow, We have meetings tomorrow, “ A chorus of groans was heard as everyone moved to their rooms, Yeosang and you walked together with Seonghwa who showed you to the babies room which was right between your bedroom and Hongjoong’s room.

“We have baby monitors set up and placed in everyone's room, so in case you’re not here (y/n), we can take over for you.” Seonghwa says giving you a kiss on your forehead before heading off to get ready for bed. Yeosang turns to you and smiles “I’ll put Muyo to bed,” He comes over and gives you a kiss on the lips. “Good night Love,” Yeosang says and heads off with Muyo, talking to him in tiny baby talk.

You watched happily as you went to your room, knowing full well that Yeosang was going to stay in the room with the baby. It felt good to be back with them, safe and sound. Though you would have to watch your back because if people found out about muyoung they may come after him. You shook your head trying not to think about it.

You just wanted to be with your lovers in peace.

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“F-fuck! Hongjoongie~ Feels so good”

You should’ve known you weren’t going to have a peaceful night of rest after being gone for so long. Hongjoong came into your room with tears in his eyes, something that you had never seen from the male. “Joong? Are you okay?” You asked, watching as the male came and climbed into your bed.

“I had a nightmare..that you left again..” Your heart broke as you pulled him into your chest. Hongjoong and you laid in bed for a bit in silence until he began peppering your chest with kisses. You giggled and looked down at him, “Joongie...go to sleep..” Hongjoong shook his head and lifted your shirt up, revealing your breasts to him. “I missed you..i missed this..” He says quietly, taking one of your nipples into your mouth. You let out a soft moan that was louder than wanted it to be. Hongjoong began to suck gently on the perked bud, soft groans leaving his mouth, his other hand raised to fondle the other in his hand.

“W-wait Hongjoong I- '' You didn’t get a chance to get it out as you look down and see Hongjoong backing away, small dribbles of milk traveling down your breast. You see his eyes darken a bit before he licks it clean, latching back onto your nipple with a soft moan. You arched your back a bit, moaning as Hongjoong continued his attack on your chest. “Joongie..please..” You whined, heat pooling between your legs and the knee hongjoong had there pushing against your heat deliciously. Hongjoong lifted up off your breast with a soft pop, licking his lips as a devious smirk was across his lips.

“My babygirl is so needy, did you miss daddy taking care of you?”

You feel a tingle go down your smile at him calling himself daddy. Hearing his title after so long had your head spinning and you simply nodded your head. “Mhm..missed you alot..” Hongjoong chuckles deeply as he pulls the covers off the two of you. “Oh? And you didn’t wear any panties tonight? You must’ve known you were going to get fucked tonight?”

Hongjoong backed away, pulling off his shirt and kicked off his sleep pants, quickly getting back in bed and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed having you under me like this..I missed your touch..” Hongjoong says before aligning himself with your warm cunt. You give him a small nod before he pushes into you, a soft moan leaving his lips. He slowly starts to roll his hips against yours, leaning down to capture your lips in his. His lips moved against yours in a slow sync, groaning as his hips slowly sped up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him closer to you. A soft whimper leaves you as Hongjoong backs up a bit putting his forehead against yours. “Fuck baby..I missed this so much..” he whines, kissing your cheek. You moaned in response “hongjoong…”

The air was filled with your moans, soft groans leaving from Hongjoong. It was something wonderful, you’ve missed this. It felt like Hongjoong was taking his time with you, he was making love to you as if you were going to vanish the next day.

Hongjoong leaned down to capture your lips again, you kissed him back feeling tears drop on your face. You lowered a hand to cup his cheek “Joong, Look at me baby..” The male opened his eyes slowly, tears still in his vision, Hongjoong backed away slightly “h-huh?..” You give him a gentle smile rubbing his cheek “Baby..I’m not going anywhere..I’m here. There’s no need to cry” Hongjoong nodded into your hand.

You giggle softly and switched your positions, so now you were riding the dark haired male. Hongjoong’s hands went to your hips as he watched you sink back down onto his cock, slowly starting to bounce on him. “Fuck…babygirl if you keep this up..I’m gonna cum..” He groans, and you smile at him “Go ahead..joongie..I want you to fill me up..” You tease watching Hongjoong bite his lips as he bucked up into you.

It didn’t take you both much longer to reach your ends, a soft cry of each other’s names. You slowly move yourself so you were laying on Hongjoong’s chest, his hands never leaving your body. You snuggle into him smiling gently before placing a kiss against his neck.

“Goodnight joongie…”

“Goodnight babygirl…”

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A soft knock on your door pulls you from your slumber and you groan a bit, seeing Hongjoong had long left. You rubbed your eyes and watched as the door pushed opened and your heart swelled.

“Go wake up mommy, and tell her breakfast is ready..”

You chuckle as the little patter of feet against the floor comes up to your bed. “Ma…mama…” You roll over to see Muyoung smiling happily at the edge of the bed with Yeosang standing at the door. You reached over and pulled the happy baby up, giggling at his squeals as you hugged him. “Good morning mommy’s baby!” You cheered moving to sit up. Yeosang walks over and places a kiss on your cheek. “Woo made breakfast to welcome you back. Hongjoong said you were sleeping in..” you nodded as you moved to climb out of bed, you pulled down your nightgown and picked up Muyo, who babbled excitedly in your grip.

Yeosang holds the door open as he escorts you down the hall, hand around your waist. The two of you head down to the kitchen making small talk, when you enter, Woo is wearing an apron as he rushes around trying to make sure things don’t burn. “Woo woo!” Muyo cries out to the male and Wooyoung whips around quickly taking the baby into his arms. “Ahh!! You see i got a nickname (Y/n)~” Wooyoung teases as he twirled Muyoung in his arms.

You giggle and went to sit down, watching Wooyoung play with Muyo as he prepared breakfast, letting the little one taste test things and chatted with him.

Everyone else poured in and was quick to sit down, with Hongjoong and Yeosang getting the sits beside you. It was a happy morning, Muyoung was bouncing between the boys, enjoying all the attention and all the people that would play with him. You were happy and smiled softly at it all, your heart was full of love and admiration for them all.

This was a sign, that you needed to stay, and that you never wanted to say goodbye ever again.

“Mama! Dada! Foodie!”

“AHHH OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO CUTTTEEEE”

“Woo quiet down”

“Aww I really want a baby now..”

“Same Joong..”

“Hwa stop hogging him.”

“Shush. I want to hold him.”

“I want to hold him too..”

(Should i make a little mini series ft Muyo and his Dads?)