Does Your Nephew Have A Bias? | Wooyoung
Does your nephew have a bias? | Wooyoung

Idol Wooyoung x Reader Word count: 1730 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Wooyoung a little jealous. Note: I was going to do a Jongho scenario but then I remembered Wooyoung is my bias and I only have ONE imagine of him and also fluff with him is never enough so that's it. Summary: Being your nephew's babysitter made Wooyoung ask something very important.
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"Wow, you look lovely."
Y/N theatrically rolled her eyes upon hearing Wooyoung's laugh after speaking in a joking tone.
She was a complete mess. Sweaty, her clothes crooked while his nephew was in his arms struggling to play on the floor and the hair tied up in a way that was messier than his living room with toys scattered on the floor.
"Glad you made it." she sighed and handed her nephew to Wooyoung before he even entered her house.
"What?" he asked confusedly and reached out to hold the baby who happily went into his arms.
"Hold him, I have to pee!" she replied in a hurry and ran to the bathroom while Wooyoung laughed, taking off his shoes, closing the door.
"Hey buddy." he smiled at the baby who rubbed his eyes and laid his head on his shoulder.
It was Saturday and Y/N's day to babysit her nephew.
Her sister and the husband were working and she had already made sure she stayed with her nephew since she had the weekend off and she loved the baby.
He was about to turn a year and a half old, spending the day with him was the best thing in the world, but he was learning to walk. Which meant Y/N had to help him get around the house, always holding his tiny hand as he wanted to almost run.
It didn't look like it but it was extremely tiring and as it approached the time for him to take his nap after lunch, it was even more so.
When she returned, Wooyoung was swaying him in an almost imperceptible dance, making her smile at the scene.
"Am I at the wrong time?" he asked quietly, resting his chin on the baby's head who was almost asleep.
"Just in time." she replied in the same tone and took the bottle that was on top of the sofa. "I'll make his milk if he complains-"
"I know how to make children sleep, you know?" he interrupted and she smiled ruefully.
Of course he knew, in addition to having experience with his brother, Wooyoung was also great with kids and her nephew adored him.
She raised her arms, surrendered and went to the kitchen at the same time that her nephew started to complain.
She laughed but hearing Wooyoung talk to him, she continued on her way, he knew what to do.
While she prepared the bottle in the kitchen, Wooyoung arranged the baby in his arms, laying him down to cuddle him better at the same time that he reached for the remote control.
Y/N's nephew loved music and he had the perfect one in mind to put him to sleep, but he stopped when he saw that the tv was on with Jongho's cover more specifically Don't Go Today.
The baby raised his head to face the tv, clearly familiar with that version and Wooyoung saw him smile before lying back in his arms, practically surrendering to sleep as Jongho's soft voice filled the room.
Wooyoung tried to contain his face of shock as he rocked the baby to sleep, looking at the TV in disbelief.
As soon as Y/N returned to the room with the bottle already warm, her nephew was already sleeping, breathing heavily with his mouth open.
"The Jongho cover? Really?" he spoke quietly, turning to face her as she placed the bottle on top of the couch.
She laughed discreetly, turning her back to Wooyoung, arranging the sofa for her nephew to stay there.
"I had to play hard, I've been trying to get him to sleep for 40 minutes." she explained as she spread out the coverlet.
And when she came back to face Wooyoung, he had a funny face like he wanted to get mad.
"I also have a cover and a very good one by the way, it has 392,000 views." he muttered, pouting.
"Put him on the couch." she laughed softly, pointing to her nephew's seat.
He complained but did so, being careful not to hurt the baby or make him wake up, and covered him with the blanket next.
Y/N took the opportunity to sit on the other end, stretching her legs that made a noise and felt her back hurt, Wooyoung sat next to her, getting in the middle between the baby and her.
Automatically Y/N's head sought Wooyoung's shoulder, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, she didn't even need to look at him to know he still had his pout.
"So your nephew has a bias."
"I think it's too early for that." she laughed softly, closing her eyes with the intention of resting for five minutes.
"Hm, I mean, he always turns his face to look at Yeosang when he appears and now he falls asleep listening to Jongho sing?" he sounded disbelieved. "In a moment you'll tell me he likes other groups too."
She just laughed and Wooyoung knew that sound well.
"What? You're not even going to deny it?"
"You know YouTube suggests other videos of the same genre, I just leave it on."
"Yes, based on what you watch often." he glanced at the tv as another video started. He knew the face that was on tv but not because it was him or the members. "NCT? Have you been listening to NCT?"
He eased the back of the sofa, making Y/N move too and she stared at him.
Wooyoung had an expression of someone who had beenâŠbetrayed.
"When you met me, you knew I liked their music." she defended herself and Wooyoung just looked at her, he didn't seem to know what to say.
And actually he didn't, because Y/N was right but seeing Jaehyun's cover playing made him feel a little jealous.
That's why he didn't say anything, he just turned off the tv since he was still holding the remote control.
She laughed tiredly and he left the remote on the couch as he eased back into the couch and Y/N followed him, feeling him wrap his arm around her shoulder.
They were silent for a while, Wooyoung trying to find an argument good enough to win that dispute but he stopped thinking about it when he felt Y/N's body give way and heard her breathing get heavier.
He moved his head enough to see that she was sleeping against him, making him sigh heavily. Now it didn't even matter which cover she listened to or not.
He stayed in that position for a while, making circular movements on her arm and when he realized that she was sleeping as soundly as his nephew, he settled her on the couch and got up, going to the kitchen to make something to eat.
While he was cooking, he thought of a way to make Y/N hear only his voice before going to sleep, after all his pride didn't accept losing to his members.
Jaehyun is fine, but Jongho? No, that was unacceptable. The youngest had an angelic voice, it was true, but he wasn't going to allow his girlfriend and her nephew to sleep listening to Jongho's cover instead of his.
As soon as he finished, he went back to the living room and, being careful not to wake the baby, he approached Y/N and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Y/N, hey." he woke her up, seeing her open her eyes slowly. "Come eat, you must be hungry."
Y/N stretched slowly, looking at her nephew and seeing that he was still sleeping, Wooyoung took the opportunity to hug her and lifted her off the couch when he saw that she was lazy.
She got a kiss on the cheek as she got up and smiled at Wooyoung who hugged her around the waist, the two went to the kitchen, to get the food and go back to the living room.
That done, they sat down on the floor after placing the food on the coffee table in the room, Y/N's stomach rumbled so loudly that Wooyoung laughed, serving her.
She looked at him tenderly as he set the food for her.
"Thanks." she reached over to kiss his cheek. "And thanks for coming today, I know you're tired."
He shook his head, smiling as he handed her the food.
"Although I was betrayed in this house, I still do everything for you." he responded dramatically and Y/N took the food, looking at him in amusement.
"You're such a drama queen." she spoke before starting to eat, closing her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy the taste. "But you cook like nobody else."
"It is good?" he asked curiously and she nodded, eating more.
"Great, but I still feel betrayed." he shrugged and started to eat too.
"Fine, what do you want me to do to change that?" she asked, looking at Wooyoung.
He looked up thoughtfully.
"A kiss." he replied, smiling sideways and she contained her smile.
She reached over to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he'd been waiting for eagerly, and when she pulled away too quickly he complained.
"You call that a kiss?" he asked in disbelief.
"You didn't specify!" she replied and Wooyoung let go of everything he was holding to grab her by the back of her neck and truly kiss her.
His lips captured hers thirstily and she sighed, closing her eyes as she let go of what she held to grip his shoulder.
The kiss was fast and hot, the kind that stole all the air out of her in a matter of seconds.
Y/N squeezed Wooyoung's shoulder to indicate that she needed to breathe and gained a light bite on her bottom lip, making her want more but he pulled away.
She was ready to go back to kissing him but Wooyoung turned his attention back to the food, it was her turn to pout.
"We're not done yet." he winked mischievously and she laughed.
"Well, that definitely woke me up." she stated, making him put a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound of loud laughter.
"But I really have to ask you." he spoke after swallowing the food.
"What?" she looked at him, curious, he had a serious face.
"Does your nephew have a bias?"
"Wooyoung!"
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Summary: They donât love me as much as I love them was what you thought while leaving for the better. And it was too late when they realized how important you are to them.
Word count: 1.5k+
Genre: Angst
Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader
Warnings: neglect (be careful while reading) let me know if i missed something.
Notes: this is an anon request, thanks for requesting. It reminded me of the reaction i did to you distancing yourself hehe i rarely write angst and im not sure how happy i am with it but I hope itâs to your liking!
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Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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Where did it go wrong? You thought while frantically packing your things. You had spent hours and hours to find what you did to deserve this but you couldnât find anything. Nothing pointed towards you doing something wrong but nonetheless you were here, aggressively stuffing your things into a bag while tears were streaming down your face.
It had started about a month ago. You shouldâve been suspicious when they started coming home even later than usual, some of them not at all. Always telling you that there was a meeting at work and that they had already eaten, leaving you to sit at the dining table alone. In the beginning you had still waited for them, hoping every day that at least one of them would be there and have dinner with you but it was always the same.
âSorry.â âThe boss invited us for dinner.â âIâm so tired I need to go to sleep.â âWe had take out at work.â
It left you confused. There was a time where they fought about who can sit next to you during the meals but now it seemed like they didnât care anymore. You had only realised what exactly was happening when you saw a picture on Wooyoung phone. A picture of them with one of their colleagues. A beautiful woman with a bright smile, surrounded by your boyfriends.
Jealousy had immediately risen inside of you but you didnât say anything. It was not like they werenât allowed to spend time with other people. Instead, you let your doubts eat you from the inside. Did they eat with her every day? Was she the reason they stayed at work longer than they would normally? Was she better than you?
The worst part was that they didnât notice. They didnât notice how you felt and that you were distancing yourself. You wouldâve thought that at least one of them cares. But all they cared about was being with that woman.
What hurt you the most was that they didnât tell you about her. If they had been honest with you, you wouldnât have created all these scenarios in your head. But they lied to you.
âYeosang?â You tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder. It was rare that all eight of them were at home. You wanted to talk about it. Voice your anxious thoughts. Letting them go. âWho is that woman you all have been hanging around?â You asked him because you knew he would be honest with you. The room instantly became silent.
âOh? Do you mean Haeun? She works with us.â Yeosang answered, not giving you a lot of information. âWhy do you ask?â
You didnât know what to say. âI-.. Iâm just curious.â You stuttered, looking down at your feet.
âShe is really fun to be around! Recently she even invited us for dinner and paid.â San said excitedly. His words stabbed right into your heart. This was worse than you expected.
They werenât cheating on you. You somehow could feel that. It was worse. They hadnât been doing anything with a bad intention. They simply enjoyed spending time with her.
They took you for granted.
From that conversation on you decided not to chase after them anymore. You didnât wait until they came home to eat dinner. You didnât ask them how their day was. The few messages that you got during the day, you ignored. If they wanted to tell you something they could tell you in person.
Your boyfriends on the other side didnât realize how much time they were spending with Haeun. And how less they were spending time with you.
The first one to notice that something was weird about you was Mingi. He had always left you a message during the day. Sometimes about work, what they ate for lunch or when they would be coming home. And normally you would respond relatively quickly. But you didnât answer at all.
He sat in his practice room, eyes glued on his phone. Read two hours ago. It said on his screen. Mingi had voiced his concerns to the others but they disagreed saying that you didnât behave differently. But he missed you. He wanted to eat dinner with you. Yes, Haeun was fun and when she first got introduced to the team, it was exciting to meet someone new. But he missed the familiarity. It had always been important to Mingi that he was not taken for granted and now he was afraid that they had done exactly that to you.
But he didnât act on his feelings. He didnât want to cause drama where there was none.
The second one to miss you was Jongho. âY/n what do youâŠâ He wanted to ask you for your opinion on his singing when he turned around and faced an empty room. Right, Y/n isnât here. He reminded himself, immediately feeling a sting in his heart. Every Tuesday you would follow him to practice and listen to him sing. But as soon as he thought about it he realized that you hadnât been there in multiple weeks. Jongho instantly remembered Mingiâs concerns and decided to go look for him.
When they finally opened up about their feelings and what they had been observing, Mingi and Jongho went to tell the others.
Before they could even finish what they were trying to say, Seonghwa tried to call you. He was blaming himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. He wanted to beat himself up. It was so clear now that Mingi and Jongho had mentioned it.
How could they neglect you like this and not even notice?
And that was the same question you asked yourself as you zipped up your bag. Just as you wanted to put your phone into your pocket, it started ringing. It was Seonghwa. You took a deep breath as you declined the call and left the apartment.
You didnât know for how long or how far but you needed to get away. Right after getting into the taxi you had ordered, you turned off your phone indefinitely.
âY/n isnât answering.â Seonghwa announced, his voice shaking.
âGet in the car. Iâm driving us home.â Yunho said, leaving the room with big steps. The others following him. Yunhoâs mind was racing. He wanted to stay calm. He needed to stay calm. He had to be strong. It didnât matter how he felt, all he wanted was to see your face and make sure everything is fine. It was all just imagination. You will be waiting at home. He tried to tell himself while he was getting into the car.
Hongjoong was trying to remember any signs of you changing while he was squeezing himself into the car. He had never been home as much as the others so it wasnât strange for him to eat alone or to sneak into the bedroom without waking anyone up. But something had been strange. This morning, when he came out of the bathroom, he caught you staring at him. And he could swear you had tears in your eyes. But since you didnât say anything he had assumed you were fine. This damn assumption.
When they finally arrived at their apartment, San immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the door.
âY/n? Y/n!â He called you before he even entered the building. Wooyoung and Yeosang were right behind him. After finally opening the door they stormed in searching for you in their home. The rest followed them slowly, scared to not find you.
It wasnât until he heard a sob that Wooyoung slowed down. A sob? He made his way over to your room, gently pushing the door open. His eyes widened as he saw San kneeling in front of your bed, a note in his hands and his face buried in your sheets.
âSannie?â Wooyoung slowly walked closer to his loved one. âY/nâŠâ San sobbed, not able to form a sentence. âWhat is it Sannie?â Wooyoung kneeled down next to him, softly taking the note from his hands. As he started reading, tears formed in his eyes.
And that was when the others finally found them. They looked at Wooyoung, hope and pain in their eyes at the same time as he slowly shook his head. Yeosangâs legs gave in as he saw the expression on Wooyoungâs face. You were gone. No no no thatâs impossible he thought, staring to the ceiling with a blank face. You couldnât leave them.
Still not wanting to believe what was happening, Yunho harshly snapped the note out of Wooyoungâs hand.
I am going on a trip. Donât text or call me, I need time to think. I hope you understand. I loved you so much.
His head went numb.
Loved.
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Pairings: poly!ateez x female!reader âĄ
Genre: smut w/ an itty bitty drop of plot âĄ
Summary: Reuniting with the guys for dinner at your place turns out to be less about the food and more about getting them undressed and into your bedroom...and living room...and kitchen âĄ
Word Count: 3.6k-ish (or less depending on who you choose to hook up withâĄ)
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), rough sex, choking, creampies, strong language, facials, scratching, biting, anal play, pet names (good girl, etc), fingering, & lmk if anything is missed âĄ
A/N: In the intro the guys are split into three groups. 1. The Twins (Mingi & Yunho) 2. Two Demons & an Angel (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, & Yeosang) 3. The Lovers & the Bear (WooSan & Jongho). So you can technically mess around with one group or every group depending on if you want to read more or less. I'm still super new to this so I hope you guys like it âĄ
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Sitting at the dinner table, you soaked in the absolute pleasure that was having your boys all together in one place again. You didnât mind the waste theyâd laid to your beautifully arranged meal or the unnecessary bickering that inevitably went on between them. You lived for all of it, even the chaotic parts. Admiring their presence inevitably turned into admiring their looks. Was ignoring that aspect ever an option? Dressed in perfectly tailored suits, they were, each in their own unique way, handsome beyond words. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long which shouldâve never been a concern. Their gaze lingered on you. Every time you turned away a set of eyes were admiring the way the satin fabric of your dress fell low into your cleavage.
They were calculating how many inches above the knee the hem of your dress was. Jongho guessed about 14, Mingi guessed 15, and Hongjoong told them both to grow up. An alarm buzzed on your phone. Picking it up from the table, you swiped the alert way and noticed the time. 9:00pm on the dot. The others checked their phones, this new awareness of the time shifting the energy in the room to something more serious. Mingi took it upon himself to break the ice. Raising his dinner plate, he read the bottom, âOneâ. Refusing to wait to find out how he compared to Mingi, Yunho tilted his plate up and smiled. âMe too!â The two best friends tried but failed to hide their excitement at having matched with each other.
No complaints were made by anyone else about which group they landed in. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang were all twos while Woo, San, and Jongho were all threes. Alright, so Jongho was a tad bit agitated at ever being third in anything. He was more fun agitated though. That was sorta the point. âAlright, soâŠâ you started, standing up to fix your dress. You never got to finish because you were thrown over Mingiâs shoulder before you could say another word. Patting you on the ass, he charted a course towards your bedroom. âSee you later gentlemen. Make yourselves useful. Do the dishes or somethingâ Yunho teased, dodging a flying dinner roll as he followed Mingi up the stairs.
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Mingiâs tongue was down your throat before you hit the bed. âUh, Mingi. I kinda need to breatheâ you laughed, not really wanting your lips to part. Mingi pulled his glasses off and tossed them to the floor, âBreathingâs overratedâ. Mingi disappeared between your legs, his hands already pulling your panties down. Yunhoâs lips filled the emptiness that Mingiâs left behind, his tongue lashing at yours like he needed to taste what you had for dinner. Clothing was being shed so quickly that you couldnât tell one shirt flying across the room from another. What you did know was that your dress was gathered around your waist now. Pulled down by Yunho to grant his large hands access to massage your breasts and pushed up by Mingi to expose your core, it was little more than a belt now.
You felt a sting chased by overwhelming pleasure when Yunho pinched your stuff buds between his fingers. You whined into his mouth, only encouraging him to do it harder and he did. âDoes my good girl like that?â Yunho growled, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. Mingi drug two fingers through your folds, teasing the moisture already gathered at your slit. âI think she does. Sheâs so wet already. Arenât you?â Mingi taunted, dipping his fingers into your warmth. He curled them, working them in and out to hear the sweet sounds of your juices gushing out of you. Feeling your rapid, needy moans reverberate off of his cheeks made it impossible to ignore the arousal pressing against his boxers. âOpen up for meâ Yunho cooed, his thumb guiding your lips apart to make the perfect O shape.
Mingi drove his fingers deeper into your core, the pressure so intense it made it difficult to keep your mouth open. Yunho hooked his thumb into your mouth, holding it open long enough to ease his cock between your lips. He fed you a few inches at a time. The vision of your pretty mouth struggling to take something so long...so thick...wasnât something he wanted to rush. Mingi brushed his tongue over your clit, the excess spit from his mouth completely coating it. Just that one lick gave you goosebumps. Mingi wrapped an arm around your thigh, pinning you down so you couldnât move. âDonât run from me, pretty girlâ. Shit. Whyâd you have to be so weak in the knees for that manâs voice? Digging his fingers into the softness of your thighs, Mingi continued suckling your clit.
Any little squeaks you let out were muffled by Yunhoâs length taking up every ounce of free space in your mouth. Mingiâs fingers were slamming into you now causing your eyes to water in a way that almost made them sparkle. Yunho ran his fingers through your hair, mesmerized by how well you were taking so much stimulation at once. Your hips did everything to twist away from Mingi. It was too much. You couldnât take it but at the same time, you were grateful that he was strong enough to keep you pinned down. Him stopping was the last thing you actually wanted. No, he had to keep going. You needed to feel him abusing your walls as he ate you out. It felt like the room was going dark on you. What the fuck was this? Were you dying? Not dying. JustâŠ
Yunho slipped out of your mouth in just enough time to paint your lips in his cum as you screamed your way through your high. Just as you began to quiet down, you felt Mingiâs length enter your wildly pulsing walls. âI forgot how tight you were'' he gasped, unprepared for how aggressively youâd clench around him. Mingi pumped his hips in and out at a steady pace. Occasionally pulling out until only the tip throbbed inside of you then slamming back in. Yunho leaned in to taste himself on your swollen lips, his fingers gliding down your chest...your stomach...until they were making circles around your clit. You held onto the sheets like you could rip them to shreds and braced yourself for your second orgasm. This one matched the first in intensity but was soothed by Mingi reaching his high at the same time, warming your aching walls with his fluids.
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An oversized t-shirt was all you could wear. No bra, no panties. Everything was still so sensitive. Even dragging yourself into the kitchen for a glass of water was a task. Either Mingi or Yunho wouldâve been glad to get it for you but you needed to stretch your legs. âHiâ a sweet voice greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You turned to your right to find Seonghwa sitting on the counter, that innocent face of his lit up for reasons that were anything but. Yeosang stood next to him, scrolling through a phone that was shoved to the side when he laid eyes on you. You waved a dainty, cutesy wave that made them blush. Hongjoong, whoâd been rifling through the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to you.
âThank you, Joongie '' you beamed, taking the biggest sip of water you ever had in your life and planting an ice-cold kiss on his cheek. His eyes locked on yours, he closed the fridge door to shrink the gap between your bodies. Hongjoong plucked the water bottle from your hand, filling his mouth with water before handing it back. His hands slid under your shirt, raising it just barely above your nipples. Taking notice of how you winced when the fabric brushed against your bud, he dipped it into the cool water pooling around his tongue. Using one hand to hold your shirt up a little higher, you let him ease the lingering heat Yunho left behind. When the water turned warm, Hongjoong stared up at you, his tongue still teasing your bud.
âMoreâ he demanded, tilting his head back. You poured enough water in his mouth to fill it halfway, barely breathing in anticipation of what was to come. Hongjoong lifted your thigh onto his shoulder, taking your cunt in his mouth. You inhaled sharply, placing one hand against the fridge to keep you from falling over. âIâve got youâ Yeosang comforted you from behind, allowing you to lean your weight onto his chest. Yeosang rested his warm palms onto your breasts. You could feel him getting harder and harder against your ass each time your chest rose and fell in his grasp. âOh fuckâ you moaned, Joongâs tongue pushing deep inside of you.
Hwa took his time coming over, carefully deciding which part of you he wanted for himself. He settled on your neck, stroking the smooth skin before wrapping his fingers around it. Initially, he applied minimal pressure but the more he watched you the tighter he held your neck. When his grip got tight enough he stole you away from the others and bent you over the counter. Hwaâs fingers eased into you three at once, stretching you in every direction. âHwa---pleaseâ. His fingers hooked inside of you, âPlease what?â You stuck your ass out, pushing back against him. âFuck me. Please. Pleaseâ. Hwa undid his pants and teased his cock at your wet entrance.
Seeing how needy you were for him to put it in already had precum leaking from his tip. Rubbing it into your slit, he sank into you with a hiss that was enough to tell you how good he felt. It was refreshing the way that Hwa filled you. His length still tested the limits of how much you could take but he wasnât as thick as Mingi. A difference that gave him more room to drag himself against your walls, setting every single nerve ending on fire. âSheâs so wet I can hear itâ Yeosang sighed, âI want herâ. Your walls clenched at air when Hwa pulled out. The perfect invitation for Yeosang whose thickness matched Mingiâs and had your eyes watering once again. âMmm, so goodâ you mewled, getting wetter each time one claimed you with his cock. Being swapped back and forth between the two men made you feel special and filthy at the same time. Precisely what you wanted.
Hongjoong finally joined you, laying his head down beside yours on the counter. âYou wanna cum, donât you?â he mocked in an almost sympathetic tone. Unable to get your thoughts together you simply nodded. Hongjoong glanced over at Hwa, âDo itâ. And just like that Hwa, the one who was always most sensitive to your feelings. The one whoâd never hurt a fly, let alone you, fucked you like he wanted to tear you apart. Maybe he did. Those familiar knots in your stomach wound up until you were at the very edge of exploding. âStopâ Hongjoong sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear as if that did anything for the absolute wreck that you were. Hwa, whoâd zoned out entirely, had to convince himself to stop.
When Hwa finally stopped, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stroked himself until you felt his cum dripping down your ass. You couldnât believe he did that to you. You were so close to cumming. So fucking close. Hongjoong poked your bottom lip, you were pouting like a little brat. He loved when you got like this. âOh my god. Mmmm '' you panted, overstimulated by Yeosangâs entrance into your warmth. His strokes were just as rough...just as unforgiving as Hwaâs. Your legs were turning to jello, and you werenât sure how much longer your body would stay upright. Hongjoong knew you were at the edge again when your eyes squinted shut. You prayed that he wouldnât make Yeosang stop. This wasnât fair. It was torture.
Hongjoong stood back up, an evil grin spread across his face. He casually turned to Yeosang, âStopâ. Yeosang didnât need to lay a hand on himself to finish. Heâd already gotten so close that when he pulled out his arousal was already spilling into you. Dropping to your knees, walls still twitching, you propped your body up against the cabinets. Hongjoong leaned down, stroking your cheek. âIâm sorry princess. That was meanâ he apologized, âCome hereâ. Hongjoong pulled you closer to him, kissing you like heâd spent the night taking you to prom instead of edging you to the point of insanity. Leaning back onto the floor, he lifted you onto his lap.
âMake yourself cumâ he ordered, freeing the hardness in his pants to rub against your folds. Legs still weak, you lowered yourself down onto him. Hongjoong, like all of the others, couldnât believe you were still this wet. How could you milk him like this after everything they did to you? This was hardly the best youâd ever ridden Hongjoong, you knew that. Your limbs were barely operational. Working your hips the way youâd like to wasnât on the table anymore. That meant nothing to him. You were bouncing, rolling, grinding, giving him everything when you had nothing left. âJoongie '' you whined, âItâs...Iâm...c-câ. Hongjoong grabbed your sides, an inch or two beneath your breasts, and pumped into you. You bit down on your lip, almost bit your tongue. One more flick of the hips and you were creaming around his shaft. You gushed so hard that it dripped down his balls.
Letting you collapse onto his chest, Hongjoongâs pace became slower. His mission had been to push you beyond your limits and, now that he had, he could take his time with you. Cum in you, on you, whatever he decided. You were in the palm of his hand now. Cozying up to him, it never crossed your mind to fight it. Why would you?
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âHow long have they been at it?â you whispered, sneaking into the living room and curling up next to Jongho on the couch. Jonghoâs face told you heâd throw tomatoes at them if he had any. He turned to you, softening a bit, âToo longâ. On the opposite couch, Woo and San were an estimated 20 minutes into a makeout session. Jongho despised that he got matched with them. If heâd been with Mingi and Yunho it wouldâve been different. But what exactly was he supposed to do while Woo and San did...this? If you had to be honest, the numbers werenât random when it came to Woo and San. It was a silent rule that no one ever spoke about. You saw no reason to break the only couple amongst you apart. That and it was pretty fucking hot seeing them hook up with each other. You swept Jongho into a kiss, melting away the angsty disposition he held so dear.
âForget them. Iâm here now, yeah?â Your hands wandered below his waist, undoing his pants and feeling around for the part of him that missed you the most. There it was. Impossible to miss. A half-hour break, another bottle of water, and a t-shirt change had done wonders for your stamina. So when you got down on your knees in front of him and swallowed him in one motion, you had perfect control over what you were doing. Jonghoâs head fell back as your cheeks fluttered around his cock. He never knew what to do with his hands. Taking him by the wrists, you rested his hands on the back of your head. There was nothing better than when he told you...showed you what he wanted you to do. You teased his rim on the roof of your mouth. You could never forget how much he loved that.
With your free hand, you worked his shaft up and down, twisting your wrist at just the right moment to make him twitch. Suddenly you were twitching, someone was stroking your clit from behind. âYou didnât say helloâ Woo pouted, âThatâs rude, isnât it?â San stood over you, tickling the side of your neck for the sake of being annoying. âVery rude,â San agreed. Woo let out a disappointed sigh, soaking his thumb in his own spit before sticking it in your ass. You nearly choked on Jonghoâs cock which was far enough down your throat to make that possible. Using his knees, Woo inched your thighs and slid himself into your center. Woo did this thing. This thing only he knew how to do. Heâd put his thumb in your ass while he fucked you, stimulating that thin layer of skin between the two. It was scratching an itch you didnât know you had before him.
Woo pressed his thumb down, forcing your walls to tighten around him. At the other end of you, Jongho refused to pull out of your throat, his hand keeping your lips wrapped around his base. They were playing tug of war with your body. Every pitiful noise you made fueled their need to fuck your mouth...your ass...your throat. They may have been last but youâd remember them. Youâd feel the stinging in the corner of your mouth from Jonghoâs thickness. If anyone had you after Woo youâd feel what was missing. âY//N, stay just like this for meâ Jongho instructed, both hands now locked to the back of your head. He ground his hips into your throat, his body tensing up as his swollen tip pumped your stomach full of cum. Jongho kept you in that spot, your throat warming his length until he softened between your cheeks.
Jongho dragged his body to the other end of the couch, basking in the sense of peace he got from fucking your throat raw. San sat down in Jonghoâs place, his fingers already circling his tip. You held your tongue out and he swiped his precum down it, a few drops wetting your bottom lip. San stopped you before you could take him any further into your mouth. âI want you on my lapâ. Woo released you, more than willing to let you fulfill Sanâs request. San helped you up to your feet and down onto his lap. His hips were already moving when he entered you. âSanâ your voice cracked when you moaned his name. âHmm? Feels good, baby?â âY-yesâ you stuttered, falling back into his arms. Woo was up from the floor now and taking full advantage of your new position.
Your mouth was full again, Woo guiding your head up and down his shaft. You may not have been able to see yourself but you were sure your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing to see, no faces to make out. Only Woo in your throat and San in your core. Both men moved at a steady rhythm, alternating who got more of you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Feel the pressure in your lower stomach. Your head fell away from Wooâs cock as you begged San, âFuck me harderâ. You begged and begged. Begged while San pulled your hair so hard it stung. Begged while he thrust into you with everything he had. San bit down on your shoulder, feeling himself come undone in the heaven that was your body.
San rushed to lay you on your back, keeping your weakened legs spread for Woo to take over again. Woo slipped back in before you had a chance to come back down. His lips kissing you all over. Your nails marking the back of his neck. Words were escaping you again. If anything you were mumbling made sense, you couldnât tell. Your nails dug in deep enough to draw blood as your final orgasm of the night shivered through your system. âYou feel so good, Y/N. Fuckâ Woo praised, pulling out and rubbing his tip against your clit until it glistened with his arousal.
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âWhat do you want me to sing?â Jongho asked, sitting beside the bathtub you were soaking in. He stuck a finger into the warm water, swirling the bubbles around. âWhatever you wantâ you responded softly, your voice strained from a rather active night. Yeosang sat on the back of the tub, freeing your hair of every tangle they managed to put in it. At the other end of the tub, Mingi was massaging your sore calves. Seonghwa poked his head into the bathroom, âYour teaâs coming. JustâŠâ Woo and Yunhoâs bickering in the kitchen interrupted his sentence and sent him racing back downstairs. Leaving them to their own devices to prepare a midnight snack was doomed from the start. San sped past the bathroom door carrying a new set of bedsheets in his hand. Behind him Hongjoong was rambling, the judgment in his tone making it obvious he didnât agree with how San planned to make your bed.
Jongho leaned over and pushed the bathroom door closed. Returning to your side, he began to sing you a song you never heard before. Something he remembered from a special time in his life and chose to share with you. It was, as always, beautiful, and the faint sounds of arguing in the other rooms of the house added a certain charm to it that youâd miss when they had to leave again.
calling ateez babygirl
pairing: ateez x reader
type: reaction (texts)
warning: none
request: yes
ââââââââ
Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

Yunho:

Yeosang:

San:

Mingi:


Wooyoung:

Jongho:

Lightning | Wooyoung

Vampire!Wooyoung x Investigator!Reader, Seonghwa and Hongjoong appears too. Word count: 9305 Genre: angst, horror Author: maari Warnings: I'm rating this one +18 so minors DNI please! Contains strong violence, like very graphic, blood, sensitive themes, death. It's a vampire au, what else can I say. I have to say that yes, this is fiction so whatever I say about the 19th century has absolutely nothing to do with reality, okay? And I know almost nothing about Romania except what I've already researched so don't read if you want something else accurate. Note: AYO there's someone surprised? Because I'm not lol This story is from 2015, I had already posted the Portuguese version on other platforms but I felt I needed to adapt it for tumblr. Thank you Wooyoung for giving me the vampire vision I needed. Summary: There are many mysteries in the 19th century, but the biggest one is your old first love that it's back in town.
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19th Century. Romania. âApparently there is a witness who lives downtown, so I..â âApparently? Miss Y/L/N, we thought you had something concrete to prove your case to us." the sheriff interrupted her, making her take a deep breath, completely ignoring the lack of ethics. "I went to the village and only found dust, something has definitely happened." She concludes, with the last vestige of hope. Why did he look so bored listening to that? It was as if he didn't give the slightest credit to her words. In fact, it was difficult to maintain her poise when the sheriff's somber black eyes rested on her, a shiver going up her spine every time that happened. "And some people are scared of you, they said you're following them, miss." He rolled his eyes, pissing her off even more. "The murders didn't happen by coincidence!" she tried to argue and felt a hand on her shoulder. "Mr. Park, please contain your client." the sheriff spoke to the young man beside her, as if the woman were not even there. "Unfortunately it is not something that is of interest to you. Leave. We have a case to solve before the killer causes more panic." having said that, he and the other two men who were silent in the same room completely ignored both of them, as if their presence didn't make the slightest difference. As if her thesis wasn't convincing enough. What could she do without the evidence? Besides making others think she was crazy. "Please, Y/N, come with me." Seonghwa said, lightly pulling her shoulder.
She decided to leave with a sigh before starting screaming, it would be a lack of courtesy on her part and would ruin her reputation. It would be pointless to argue further about something the sheriff clearly wasn't interested in.
"I'm glad you didn't keep arguing." Seonghwa spoke when they were already leaving the place.
"It would be in vain, isn't truth?" she questioned, upset but not defeated.
"Y/N, I know how important your profession is to you." Seonghwa stopped outside, causing Y/N to do the same. She looked at him, he looked sincere. "But you need to be careful, as your attorney, disrupting a sheriff's investigation can get you into a lot of trouble. A mess that I might not be able to get you out of."
Y/N took a deep breath and looked straight ahead, far beyond the standing man, that's when her eyes focused on a familiar figure.
Her entire body shivered as his dark eyes met hers. Unlike before, the boy's eyes were filled with a dark haze. The serious face and emotionless expression was the opposite of the easy and wide smile boy who lit up the whole city.
"Y/N?"
"Is thatâŠ" she stopped for a second, to make sure what she saw was real and not a hallucination. As it had happened before.
That made Seonghwa turn to where she was looking.
"Jung." he spoke in a low tone and took two steps back, standing next to Y/N who looked like was going to collapse.
And indeed, maybe she would collapse, because now that Seonghwa wasn't in front of her, she could watch the boy who was now walking towards her.
He wore black leather clothes, a red blouse underneath and necklaces, very different from the elegant and light clothes he wore in the past.
God, he was wearing leather gloves!
He hated gloves.
"Y/N." she felt her whole body shiver when heard the boy's voice. Not just because of the fact that it had been a long time since she last spoke to him, but because his voice was now more mature. More obscure.
"Wooyoung." her answer was nothing more than a whisper and she couldn't take her eyes off him.
He looked like the same boy she knew but at the same time, was different.
"Well, I'm on my way. Let me know if you need my help again, Y/N." Seonghwa spoke and before she could say thank you, he left, glaring at Wooyoung steadily as he walked past him.
"I didn't know you were friends with pirates." Even serious, with a raised eyebrow, Y/N could hear the slight teasing and even surprise in his voice.
"I didn't know you were back in town." She replied, crossing her arms.
Wooyoung laughed, without humor.
"I can see you're on the defensive."
"Do you blame me?"
"No, of course not." he shook his head. "I understand, like no one else."
Y/N felt her legs wobble, it took a lot of self control not to let him notice.
That phrase was theirs. He always said that to her when she was feeling lonely.
"Seonghwa was a pirate but is a great attorney." she replied, changing the subject suddenly.
"A what?" he looked shocked and Y/N wanted to laugh if it was any other circumstance. "Why would you need an attorney?"
"Because I almost got arrested." she replied, huffing and started walking towards her destination.
It was better to talk about the sheriff and his strange behavior than the past and how Wooyoung had suddenly appeared as if he had never left.
"It must have been something very worrying for you to need the help of a pirate attorney."
Y/N knew that tactic and that's why didn't answer, she just twisted her lip.
It wasn't quite true, but it wasn't a lie either. The fact that Seonghwa had been a pirate wasn't important, but she needed an attorney when the sheriff wanted to arrest her..
However, she wouldn't tell Wooyoung what had happened that easily. It wasn't just showing up after so much time that he would get everything he wanted.
"Oh, I see, you're mad at me." he laughed again without humor and Y/N got irritated with the whole situation.
"Well, don't tell me, Mr. I know everything!" she stopped walking and turned abruptly to face him. "You come back after years, without sending a letter, without even knowing where you went and you want me to be happy to see you?" Wooyoung was silent, analyzing Y/N's face so thoroughly that she found it strange.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"Your eyes are blinking constantly and I can see the worry in them." Y/N widened her eyes and Wooyoung twisted his mouth, almost as if he wanted to smile but couldn't. He still knew her better than anyone else, so that was why Y/N sighed. Defeated to expect an explanation from him.
Okay, she was still shocked that he had suddenly returned but she trusted him more than herself. And it wasn't like she could lie to him. "You always knew about my dream of becoming a private investigator." she said, seeing him nod. "I got a case. A murder on a farm in the city, the owner's daughter was murdered for no apparent reason."
"And?"
"And it coincided with 2 other murders. I was finally talking to some possible witnesses when the town sheriff came up to me, saying I had to go with him because they had reported me for disturbance. Apparently someone is afraid I'm going to find out something."
"Is this how Seonghwa appeared?" She nodded.
"We've been friends for a long time, you know." Wooyoung reluctantly agreed. "We became closer with your departure." he looked at her seriously and confused.
"Wait, what do you mean by that?"
"I needed a friend, Wooyoung. He was there for me." she snapped back and he was silent.
They stared at each other for a while, as if to make up for lost time or find the answers they needed.
Anyway, Y/N knew he wouldn't say what was going on to make him come back without warning.
Even more so with such a difference between the Wooyoung she used to know.
"I felt the need to go back, something told me to." He spoke in a soft tone that caught Y/N off guard.
She couldn't contain her jaw which dropped in sheer shock.
It even looked like he had read her mind, which shouldn't be surprising because they used to do that in the old days.
Talk through the eyes.
"You know what happened." She raised an eyebrow. "About the murder, I mean."
"I have some theories."
"Then?" Wooyoung asked. "The police think I'm hallucinating." she said, angry. "There's something wrong, the sheriff was so⊠bizarre." She felt a shiver run down her spine at the memory of the man. He almost looked happy to be taking her away from people, and by the time she explained what was going on, he already seemed to have reached his own conclusions. At first, Y/N thought it was just jealousy of her work. She was paid very well to be a professional investigator and she didn't have to deal with the mayor like the sheriff did, she didn't have to wait for authorization from higher ups because she didn't have any. But then she realized that it wasn't that, in fact it was far from it. "Y/N, why don't you let It be?" she looked at him in disbelief. "Can't you see you could be in danger?"
"Excuse me?" he had no sign of reluctance on his face. He was indeed serious. "You have no right to tell me what to do."
She walked again but was stopped, held in the arm by Wooyoung, who didn't take long to bring his body closer to hers.
Ah yes, that was worrying, Wooyoung was not one to maintain physical contact on the street, with an entire city looking on and could compromise the two. That was always the excuse he gave to Y/N. But she couldn't deny that she liked it, even though she was a little mad at him, because she missed him so much that was still greater than any other feeling and having him there, holding her arm although firmly but gentle was probably the closest they would get to each other for now. "Leave this case before something happens." he asked gently but his eyes were different.
It was almost as if he was begging her to stop because somehow he knew it would hurt her.
However, he had no way of knowing.
Or had?
Y/N looked into his eyes, they were still dark but something said that the Wooyoung she knew was still there. He only knew what she had told him, not her theories, so how could he know it was dangerous if he had just come back to town? Why did he suddenly look so worried? "Would you like to tell me something, Wooyoung?" asked, still not understanding the sudden concern.
Her questioning took him by surprise, who looked away anywhere but her eyes. But that didn't make her give in, she continued to stare at him anyway.
He fell silent for a moment until he held her other arm and stared into her eyes in the way that made Y/N legs shake and her head stop thinking. "Listen, I care about your life and I know this story will not end well. Give it up before you get hurt, Y/N."
She had so many questions, and didn't even know where to start.
She wanted to say that those words hadn't affected her but that would be a lie, just as it would be a lie to promise that she would give up when she wouldn't. "I'm a professional, Wooyoung. I was hired to find out who the monster is and that's exactly what I'm going to do." She retorted.
Y/N was always stubborn and he knew it very well. "I can't stay by your side." murmured. "I can't watch you kill yourself."
She felt her eyes fill with tears, for being stupid to have believed that he was back for good and for losing him again, unable to do anything to stop it.
"Did you come back after so long for this?"
She let go of his grip so that could completely move away from his extremely comforting touch. She didn't know if she would control herself if he continued to hold her so close to him, so close that she could feel his body heat.
And he just let his hands fall to his sides, he didn't even struggle to maintain contact.
"I won't say I'm surprised." lifted her chin as spoke. "I think you got used to leaving me anyway but don't worry, I can take care of myself and the case at the same time. Goodbye, Jung."
She turned her back on him and got out of there as fast as her heels would allow.
She would get concrete evidence of what believed. It was a promise.
And she didn't care if the person she trusted most in life had abandoned her before he even finally came back.
At least that would be what she would repeat until convinced herself. [...] Three victims in a single day, always in the cold dawn and none of them had even a drop of blood in their body.
Things in common: marks on the wrist or neck. It was so obvious it was terrifying.
She didn't believe in horror stories or about mythical creatures, it's true, but she couldn't ignore all the facts that came to the same explanation.
A vampire was loose in the city. Y/N's father didn't tell her about this kind of thing but he was smart enough to leave his diaries within her reach, in which said that he knew that one day this would happen and that humans would have to demand courage from themselves if they wanted to survive this kind of thing.
The apocalypse.
Her parents were born in Serbia, they knew the rumors of creatures of the night feeding on human blood, it was one of the reasons they fled to Romania, while her mother carried Y/N in her womb.
Both died in a mysterious and still uncertain way just over eight years ago.
She became an orphan, rich and completely cold that same dark day she received the news, still a naive girl. She would have given herself over to the darkness if not for Wooyoung, her best friend and her only family left. After discovering her father's diaries, she was sure that he and her mother had been killed by some creature from the shadows. She just couldn't prove it.
With a thirst for revenge to find the culprits, Y/N became a true warrior in secret, at the same time knowing everything she could about vampires. Everything her father had left in his diaries had helped her, it had been the beginning of her era as an investigator.
She didn't do it for the money, did it because felt like she was closer to finding her parents' killers.
A private investigator who was actually a vampire slayer, taking care of weird, unsolved murders was pretty satisfying and it brought her closer to the truth, that's what she felt. Although she was still frustrated since the creature was so smart, it was so hard to find something to back up her words. She needed more than her father's stories. "Miss Y/L/N, would you like anything else before you go to bed?" Addy subtly entered the room she was in.
She had barely noticed her arrival, with so much going on her mind. "No, I'm fine, thank you very much. Notify everyone to end their services for today."
She put the diary that was reading in the drawer of the furniture next to her bed. "Yes, ma'am. Have a good night." âEqually for you.â
Addy left and Y/N took off her robe, after blowing out the candles, leaving only one lit.
Y/N lay down on her bed and her mind felt like it would explode from so many things that came and went.
She couldn't understand why Wooyoung had even left, let alone why he had suddenly returned. She believed his words, though he wasn't specific about what had drawn him back, but she needed more. She wanted to know how he was doing, what he'd been up to, where he'd been. She didn't imagine how many minutes or hours had passed, but when was almost asleep, she heard some noises and a muffled scream outside the house.
Dread settled through her body at the exact moment she faced the dark room, feeling her heart beat faster.
She would be exaggerating if she thought that maybe her house was being broken into at this time of night.
But the servants had already gone to sleep as she had ordered, the house was dark and her legs were shaking even though was lying in bed. A while ago she would just kneel beside the bed and pray it was just her imagination, only today it wasn't like that anymore.
That's why she dared to get out of bed, quickly put on her shoes, pick up the holder in which the only candle was lit, and left her room after taking a deep breath. Y/N tried not to get carried away by the darkness that her house was or by the terrifying silence. Walked through the house in large but cautious steps and she hadn't found anything unusual inside.
So she had to work up the courage to go through the main door and go to the gardens behind the house. With each step Y/N took, felt her heart beat even faster and her blood started to freeze. Everything was dark, her eyes couldn't stop staring at every square meter of the extensive garden. Sudden fear gripped her as saw a body thrown over the high gate's spear and the bloodstains on the ground. The white skin was full of red marks and one in particular caught her attention, on the victim's neck hovering the same mark as other murders.
She was in shock for long minutes and when regained consciousness again, she dropped the candle near her feet and started walking backwards, unable to scream or look away from that horrendous image.
The blood was still warm and gushing onto the floor, the lifeless body was different from the victims she had seen. Because that blood was a message for her.
She didn't need any other messages to understand.
Her instincts seemed frozen and slowly came back to tell her what to do, because the killer was probably nearby.
Run away. Find a wooden stake and bury it in the chest of the first person that appears.
She ended up stumbling over her own feet and the terror came stronger than the thud when she fell to the ground. Y/N got up already trying to get away from there and ask for help however she ended up being held tightly by the arms. She prepared to scream for Addy or anyone else to hear but as soon as she took a deep breath, stared into the face of the person holding her.
Wooyoung. Her heart was still beating fast, seeing him there made it start to regain the air she had lost. "Y/N, why are you here alone?" Asked low and she just shook her head without being able to say anything. All she could feel was her heart beating too fast, it hurt. "What happened? You're pale." The only explanation Y/N could come up with was pointing her finger backwards, he looked at the spot of her terror and his face grew serious, she could see he had locked his jaw holding his breath.
"You need to get out of here, I think you've seen too much for one night." he seemed to contain his anger, his tone was far from calm, and she nodded in agreement.
Y/N let herself be carried away by him, even forgetting that they were actually apart, she didn't dare to look back. Something told her that tomorrow would be a very long day.
[...] "The police are already at the scene taking the body, the employees are terrified and I took something to put it in your hand." Wooyoung sat next to her on the bed and Y/N continued with her head down. "I said I didn't need it, it's okay." Her voice was choked, no wonder since she couldn't do anything but cry when walked in the main door after the adrenaline had worn off..
She was used to seeing victims in much worse situations but that scene wouldn't get out of her head for an obvious reason: it had been on purpose.
The killer knew who she was, it was clear.
She was lucky that Wooyoung was there, he didn't seem desperate and that helped her to at least calm down a little. As always was. "Be still for a moment." He took her hand and started to pass the wet cloth all over the place that had hurt because of the fall, only when he forced her skin that she knew it was hurting.
Wooyoung was cleaning the wound carefully but his forehead was furrowed and his nose seemed to be being forced not to breathe that air. "I didn't know you were sensitive to the scent of blood." She commented and he looked up at her at the same time. "It's not something very important to know." He shrugged and finished cleaning her wound, placed the bowl of water on top of the furniture next to her bed and returned to face Y/N.
"Everything about you is important to me." declared, holding the gaze. When Wooyoung looked at her in that intense way it reminded her of the feelings for him she should have buried a long time ago but would always be there, lying dormant waiting for him.
Wooyoung understood Y/N since forever, they knew each other even before she became an orphan.
One day, he was sleeping under the snow in the same gardens of her parents' house and the other day, Y/N's parents gave shelter to the boy who did various tasks in the house in exchange for food and clothes.
Because they were the same age, they became inseparable. Y/N didn't care if he was a servant, he was the only friend she could play with when she wasn't studying.
She and Wooyoung liked to play that they were warriors, they played with wooden swords.
Little did she know that one day she would use that sword in real life.
He was her first friend and first crush, and also her first kiss. In fact, couldn't remember anyone other than him being her first at anything.
It was weird being close to him but at the same time being so far away, at least in the way she really wanted to be. She hated to admit it but deep down knew she had never forgotten what they left in the past. An impossible and secret love. "I'm sorry I fought with you." he said lowly, making her shiver from head to toe. "I'm sorry too." she sighed. "You could have come here earlier, this house is as much yours as it is mine. Maybe nothing would have happened tonight if you were here."
"Y/N." He leaned closer and touched her cheek gently.
"Why did you come back? Truly." she just needed an answer or else it would consume her alive.
He didn't take his eyes off her and Y/N was mesmerized to have him so close after so long, just one touch and it would literally throw her into his arms.
She knew it was what both needed. A simple touch. Wooyoung touched his lips to hers at the same moment a lightning cut the sky, illuminating his face and making her sigh as quickly noticed his dark eyes look hungry, before closing her eyes completely and giving herself away.
It wasn't many times that she was in his arms but each time he was very gentle, almost as if he was afraid of breaking her. But now, the way his lips sought hers in such an ungentlemanly way, it was almost animalistic.
It was surprising when he held her waist tightly and deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting for the first time. She grabbed his hair afraid that his momentary boldness wouldnât last and he would be cautious again. She kissed him with all the desire she felt, without fear of regretting it later.
His lips were warm and soft, driving her crazy. That wasn't the kind of kiss they gave, it didn't have the childlike innocence of before.
Wooyoung knew how to move his lips and tongue sensually and slowly. Another lightning in the sky and Y/N heard a grunt, Wooyoung held her tighter and leaned over her. She had to break the kiss to catch her breath and he didn't stop there, he kissed down her chin and neck, making her skin shiver.
Y/N had to bite her already swollen lip to hold back her moan as she felt wet kisses trail across her skin.
She thought he was going to go down a little more, because she didnât want to stop, in her wildest dreams she had been in his arms without any barriers, that was where she became his. Only in her dreams. But he held his breath and moved away so fast that she could barely keep up. Y/N was going to ask what had happened but a knock on the door undid all that moment, she didn't know whether to look at Wooyoung who now kept his face turned to the side or to tell the person to come in. She sat on the bed and straightened up so no one wouldn't notice that something had happened, Y/N asked them to come in and Addy came to her quickly. "The sheriff wishes to speak with you." She warned and Y/N took a deep breath before nodding.
The last person she wanted to see was him. "Thank you, Addy." she got up from the bed, legs a little bit weak, avoiding looking at Wooyoung who seemed to be embarrassed.
Well, it was his fault that she was weak and horny.
She put on her robe and Wooyoung stood beside her, now maintaining a serious posture.
Was he doing this to confuse her? Wooyoung noticed that Y/N hadn't understood his gesture and decided to quickly explain. "I wouldn't leave you alone with that man." Wooyoung never liked the sheriff and the feeling seemed to be mutual. That old man had been in town longer than she and Wooyoung could count, and what on the surface seemed like just a rowdy children's tantrum became more when they both grew up.
No matter how much time passed, Wooyoung still didn't like the sheriff.
But that night, Y/N was thankful for it. She felt protected when was around him and this was how she needed to feel when she was in front of the sheriff. She smiled knowingly at him, as the memories washed over her, he tried to reciprocate but it was sad and he looked away too quickly. She sighed and retraced her path, which was now lit differently from earlier. She arrived at the garden still a little apprehensive, the police chief had the man by his side and they were speaking in low voices.
It seemed she wasn't the only one with secrets. "Miss Y/L/N, can you give me your statement about what really happened here?" the sheriff asked with a certain arrogance and she had to control herself not to be rude, he deserved it anyway. "I don't know what happened, I was getting ready to sleep at the time." "And how did you end up out here exactly?" she noticed that he looked Wooyoung up and down with his petulance standing out in his ego. "I heard a scream and decided to see what it was, after all it could have been one of my employees." Y/N crossed her arms, hating having to explain to him that he wouldn't even look at her. "Did you find no trace of the killer?" "No." "Thatâs what I need." he left quickly, being followed by the man, without even thanking her or questioning in a more intense way.
What was that?
Y/N glanced at Wooyoung as soon as saw the sheriff's silhouette walk away from her garden. "That was very strange, he didn't even insist." commented and stared at Wooyoung, it looked like he was holding back from saying what he was really thinking. "What's it?" she asked, curious.
He was never this quiet. "We need to talk about what happened." His serious expression took her by surprise.
She had just been interrogated, what else did he want to know? "How about later?"
When she catches her breath from seeing a body hanging in her garden, to be precise. "One day we'll have to talk about this, Y/N." He touched her chin and made her lift her head to look into his eyes. She frowned, still not understanding. "It wasn't a good idea to kiss you after the panic you went through, I apologize for invading your space."
What was he talking about? "What?"
Oh, that was the conversation they would have. "It was a terrible mistake on my part, I'm so sorry." He moved away and Y/N felt her jaw drop. "It won't happen again." Wooyoung passed in front of her and she hurried to stop in front of him. "Are you testing me, Wooyoung?" she questioned, completely confused. "Pardon?" "You come back, then fight with me, leave again, come back here, kiss me after so long and now you say it was a mistake. What do you want after all?" She was tired of it. "Do not blame my vulnerability, I wanted as much as you."
Truth be told, dear Wooyoung. "Do not say that." asked low, closing his eyes for a moment. "I will no longer hide my feelings, I will no longer lie to you. Not anymore." she held his face, making him open his eyes and stare at her steadily."I wish I hadn't loved you again but I did and I don't regret it."
He was silent and she couldn't contain herself, daringly she touched her lips to his once more, in a soft and simple touch.
Y/N didn't prolong the kiss for a long time, she knew it could make things worse, pulled away from him but not before saying one last thing. "I hope you can handle this, Wooyoung, or else you know where it will lead us."
She got out of there as quickly as possible and had to stop herself from looking back or else she would kiss him again. And again. And again until she wouldn't be able to stop. [...] "Are you sure you'll be okay?â Addy asked as soon as she put her feet out of the house. âOf course. You need to visit your family, Addy, the weekend will do you all good.â Y/N smiled at her.
A break for the employees was a good idea, to make them forget the trauma of the murder in the garden while Y/N drank herself to sleep. âBut I can ask Joseph to stay here if you need anything.â she would really insist on that option. "I just need you to get into the carriage and let him take you home. It's two days, what could happen?â she asked and Addy stayed quiet. âRemember that I can take care of myself, that will calm you down.â she agreed and hugged Y/N. She more than anyone didn't mind showing the affection she had for the employees, after all, she had practically been raised by them after her parents' death.
âTake care of yourself.â Addy said goodbye and walked to the carriage, Y/N waited at the door until lost sight of her. After what happened at her house, Y/N decided to give all employees the weekend off. She was hoping to spend the two days with Wooyoung, they hadn't arranged anything but she figured if he saw the movement then maybe he could show up. Well, actually spending time with him wasn't the only thing that motivated her. Now lucid, she could retrace the killer's trail, they always leave traces. She had some acquaintances in London she could ask for help, or even Seonghwa who knew a lot of people from his pirate days. Giving up, as Wooyoung had asked her to do, was not an option. She just couldn't keep doing her job in this town, for now. Not when the sheriff seemed determined to derail her investigation. She might even go back to training, she had some favors to call in on some friends.
The night had already fallen and it had brought heavy rain, she loved the rain but on that day in particular it was a bit scary. She was still a little vulnerable with everything that had happened over the past few days, the empty, dark house had never felt so big for her to be alone. Y/N looked at the tray that held the wine and two glasses she had set aside. Hopeful? Deluded? She didn't know why but she laughed as she got up to help herself. Of course he wasn't going to show up.
She had barely taken a sip and her head was spinning just thinking about Wooyoung. In the time he was away, she tried to distract herself with other men. After all, she couldn't wait for him forever. But it was always in vain because it was her eyes that she saw around the corners.
Sometimes she even seemed to have seen his figure on the street or elsewhere, but it was nothing more than an illusion because the moment she blinked he was no longer there.
Leaving a tightness in the heart and a desire to cry that was always supplied by alcohol.
Just like now, she tried to drown her feelings in the wine while trying not to think too much about him, how much she missed him and how much that kiss had affected her. She had known a less angelic side of Wooyoung, and it would be a lie to say that she was no longer interested in the boy. Because she was.
She liked how sweet and happy he was, but knowing that he too was shrouded in mysterious darkness drew her even closer. Well, after all, she hunted monsters.
It seemed hypocritical but she was attracted precisely by the unknown in Wooyoung.
She wanted to dig deeper, find out more why and how he had become so secretive. He had a reason, didn't he? She was already on her second glass of wine when heard a noise coming from the stairs. She even thought about ignoring it, but footsteps could be heard on the top floor of the house, so she set the goblet aside and stopped where she was.
She had ordered all the servants out of the house so no one was there with her. Was her head then starting to create illusions?
She got up from the couch, feeling her heart beat so fast that the corset she was wearing was hurting her ribs. Slowly and very carefully, she went to the front of the stairs and stopped there, straining her eyes to see better since everything was nothing but pitch black. Lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the place and showing that there was nothing, the noise was loud enough for her to jump with her hands on her chest that rose uncontrollably. She let out the breath she'd been holding, feeling weak for being overwhelmed by the darkness.
That was the alcohol making her relive that night all over again. That was why the trip seemed like the best option for her.
Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to go back to her whine, that was her night of drinking herself out. However, she couldn't make the journey back because her body paralyzed when saw a person a few meters away looking at her as if she were prey.
It could be another illusion, must have been, but when she realized that it was the creature she was looking for so long a shiver ran through her entire body, suddenly all the cold weather took over the house and she could hear the wind blowing in her ears.
âGood night, Miss.â he asked and Y/N could see his sharp teeth however she didn't dare to give him any answer, in her head, was already looking for a weapon to protect herself. âSorry to come unannounced but I think we have some things to work out.â She took a few steps back when he threatened to walk towards her.
She held her breath, trying through her peripheral vision to find something sharp to shove down the throat of the person in front of her.
âWell, Miss Y/L/N, you don't need to be afraid of me, you know very well who I am.â He took off the hood he wore and her jaw dropped, surprised. âOr do you need to?â He smirked and remained silent.
It all started to make sense so quickly that Y/N's head started to spin and it wasn't just from the alcohol. Wooyoung asked her to leave the case because knew that it would hurt her. The body in her gates, the unexplained confusion when she tried to talk to alleged witnesses, the fact that the police were always one step ahead of her in their investigations. âIt was you all along.â she said aloud, connecting all the evidence.
How foolish she was.
âExactly.â He shrugged and took a step in her direction.
âWas the death near the police station on purpose or did you simply forget to hide the body?â she asked, trying to buy time. She had a dagger in the next room, she was near the door, and could run to get it.
âI confess it was an accident, unlike the body I placed at the gates of your home.â he confessed and snorted. âYou don't think I'd leave a body next to my station on purpose, do you?â she was silent and he laughed. âDon't be stupid, it made me have to move forward with this case and it didn't help me at all.â
âBut you managed to hide it very well, Sheriff West.â she said ironically.
âAnd I will continue to hide, do not think that I came to confess and then leave, letting you live.â he threatened and took a step forward, making her on alert. âIt's a shame to have to kill a woman as beautiful as you, Y/L/N, but I have no choice.â she took it as an opportunity to get closer to the room and if she stretched out her hands she could open the door. âDon't worry, I took care of everything.â as he said that, Y/N stared at him in confusion and heard a loud noise of glass breaking and she looked up instantly.
The entire ceiling of her house, which was beautifully crafted with the most beautiful glass in the city, had shattered into thousands of pieces and few vampires had touched the ground within seconds.
She only had time to stare at the wet creatures as they snarled at her.
The first one who attacked came running with his mouth open and hands with huge nails out in front of him, she took the opportunity to throw herself against the door of the room, which opened with a loud thud and she fell to the floor. Y/N reached out to grab the dagger from the table and at the same moment the creature appeared, throwing itself at her, which plunged the dagger into the vampire's chest without any hesitation before he sank his sharp teeth into her skin. The animalistic growls stopped when she turned the dagger inside the vampire's chest and in a short time the body fell.
On top of it he pushed it to the side, seeing the pale gray vampire's body. She wasted no time looking for another weapon, her eyes found a wooden cross, her father's relic, on the wall and she didn't think twice before pulling it out. She had been training her whole life for this moment and she wasn't going to die without even a fight.
She left the room and saw that they were waiting for her, the heavy rain falling through the broken window wetted Y/N and she had to hold the cross tighter.
This time, two vampires came towards her and stopped as soon as she raised the weapon, they looked at each other and when they looked back at her, their fangs were already out. Well, the myth wasn't true then, it would be otherwise.
Y/N stuck the cross in the stomach of one of them and the other pulled her back with force, making her practically fly to the ground, she ended up hitting her head but still dizzy, she managed to pull herself back with her elbows.
Y/N's now soaked hair obscured her vision and when she pulled away from her face, she saw the vampire pull the cross from his stomach and the blood spilled onto her floor.
âEww.â she said involuntarily and the two attacked her at the same time. She tried to protect her body, putting her arms in front of her body and felt sharp nails scratch her arms, cutting the fabric of her dress, before she could even fight for real, strong hands held her by the neck, lifting her off the ground and squeezing her until it became difficult to breathe. She watched as the other vampire, the one she'd hit with the cross, approached with sharp teeth and she was sure this was how her life would end. Everything happened faster than the blink of an eye, suddenly the hand that was suffocating her was no longer holding her and Y/N fell to the ground at the same moment that the body of one of the vampires fell beside her, already lifeless and with a broken neck.
On the other side, before she could understand what had happened, the other vampire fell with a hole in his chest, heartless.
Y/N followed her gaze to the figure that was standing in front of her, holding the dead vampire's heart, and she felt her whole body shiver at the sight of her savior.
Wooyoung.
No, that could only be another illusion. Wooyoung couldn't be there. He was breathing heavily as Y/N's jaw dropped and looked confused, he threw the heart he held as if it was nothing and extended a blood stained hand towards Y/N.
She wasn't undecided whether to accept it or not but she was so surprised that it took her a while to hold Wooyoung's hand, she felt the warm palm and she didn't know if it was because of the fresh blood on his hands or if it was his own heat. âThat's so typical.â Sheriff West spoke loudly and she looked into Wooyoung' eyes, they seemed way darker than before. âPathetic.â against her will, she looked at the sheriff who had removed the overcoat he wore, his look devilish and angry. âI'll kill you bothâ he shouted and came to attack them.
Y/N couldn't follow what happened next, in one moment Wooyoung was in front of her and in the next the sheriff was blocked by him and the next second, the two collided against the wall on the other side and a hole was made there. Wooyoung was holding the sheriff's neck who had his eyes completely black and his fangs out, he grunted trying to get out of there and get some advantage against Wooyoung. She didn't know how he was managing to get the sheriff pinned against the wall.
âCome on, show her who you really are.â Sheriff spoke and Y/N remained paralyzed. What was he talking about? âDon't you know, Y/L/N? Have you ever seen your love the way he is?â he asked her, though he didn't take his black eyes off Wooyoung. âAfter I kill you, I will suck the blood and kill her slowly, exactly the way I did with her father.â Wooyoung grabbed him by his clothes and threw him to the ground with such force that she felt the house shake, he growled like an animal and when Y/N looked at his face saw two fangs. No, it couldn't be...
Wooyoung somehow seemed to be stronger than the sheriff and Y/N took the advantage to run to the stairs, opening a trapdoor that held more weapons. She didn't know what was making her think so fast, maybe it was the adrenaline, and she started to load the gun with ammo. Special ammunition, silver bullets. Y/N turned to face them as her fingers moved as quickly as she could, and she saw when Wooyoung now had his neck grabbed by the sheriff, who somehow managed to turn around and kneel on top of Wooyoung. That made her activate the gun and shoot at the sheriff, ended up hitting his arm and he got up, getting off Wooyoung, before he could say anything he closed his eyes and grunted loudly. So this myth was true...
âYou know, sheriff, I went after myths about your species and I would like to try it with the murderer of the city.â Y/N shot him again, this time in his leg and he fell to the ground away from Wooyoung, he looked at her with pure hate. âI didn't believe that silver was your weakness.âanother shot, on his stomach. He was still, squirming as if the bullets were burning him inside, and maybe they were. âNo justice would be enough to punish you properly, so think about your sinsâŠâ She approached him, placing the gun on his chest and felt Wooyoung approach her and the sheriff showed his fangs. â...in hell.â she said before shooting him in the heart. The sheriff widened his eyes and fell to his knees, tried to raise his hand to hold Y/N but she just slammed the gun into his arm, making him fall to the ground while grunting in pain and losing his color. It was a matter of seconds before he lost his life right there on the ground while Y/N looked at him in disgust. Wooyoung didn't say anything, he just approached the sheriff's body and put both hands on his neck, she kept looking and watched as he snapped the sheriff's neck and took his head off. Y/N looked away, feeling her stomach lurch, and the gun dropped from under her feet as she tried not to think about what had just happened. Blood, pieces of glass, bodies, pieces of vampires were scattered around her house while the heavy rain was still falling on her and Wooyoung. The only survivors of the attack.
She felt his hand on her arm in a touch so soft it felt out of place. she shivered again when his fingers traced the cut she had on her arm and, unable to resist, turned her face to look into his eyes. The eyes were still dark but filled with guilt.
âY/N.â he whispered
âWhen were you planning to tell me?â she asked directly, tired of secrets between them.
âActually, I didn't plan to.â he was sincere and she crossed my arms, looking away from him. âI love you.â confessed and Y/N paralyzed again. âSo much that it hurts my heart.â He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes. For her to find the truth in them. âYou're in constant danger if we stay close and I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you.â
âWhat do you mean?â she knew very well what he meant but she didn't want to accept it.
"I can't afford this" He pointed to the bodies. âhappens again, I won't always be in time to save you.â She wanted to scream that she didn't want to be saved but that would be a lie because she wanted to live, enough to be by his side.
âYou will leave again.â she guessed and he nodded. âAt least now you know why I'm leaving this time.â he caressed her face, staring at every inch as if he wanted to memorize every detail. âI won't be able to say anything to change your mind.â it was not a question. âI'm thinking what's best for you. You deserve to be happy and I'm rooting for that.â He tried to smile but ended up failing.
âI love you.â she whispered, already with tears in her eyes. âI always did!â âI know.â He got even closer to her face and his lip gently touched hers, to then start their last kiss. Y/N could still feel his fangs against her lips and Wooyoung tasted like blood but none of that mattered because the way he was kissing her was clearly making her forget about what happened a few minutes ago. It was intense, full of feelings they both now knew were mutual, and also fraught with pain. For leaving, for not being able to live what they wanted. He held her face firmly one last time and broke the kiss, touching their foreheads while YN refused to open her eyes but she felt that he was staring at her intensely. She didn't want to say goodbye. âDonât go, please.â She heard Wooyoung sigh but the contact had been lost and desperate, she opened her eyes to find him already climbing through the broken ceiling. He even stopped one last time to look at her from above and she pleaded with her eyes but he just left at the same time that lightning appeared in the sky.
After the sudden light, there she was back to darkness. But with her duty done.
[...]
âTell me, Y/L/N, are the rumors true?â she straightened her spine on the chair was sitting on, the clothes she was wearing weren't so comfortable but it was effective.
âThat I became a hunter? You weren't supposed to know about this.â she complained. âI know more than anyone realizes.â She went silent for a while, if the rumors were already getting to him then probably whoever she wanted to know about her current situation was also aware.
âThat's exactly why I'm here. I need you to track someone down.â
âWooyoung.â said simply. No one was surprised, not even the underworld creatures.
âExactly.â Honjoong folded his hands on top of the large desk in his office. He was a vampire, his scent was better than any of the creatures, he was trustworthy. It could help her find Wooyoung. It was amazing how she now found herself surrounded by creatures of the night.
âI think you should know who you're dealing with.â he said, making her raise an eyebrow. âY/L/N, never wondered where he came from?â
She shrugged. Nobody knew where Wooyoung came from, not even her parents.
âDo you know his last name?â
âHe didn't have any so my parents named him Jung.â âWell, do you know the meaning of this name?â She denied with her head. Should she know? âMeans, it is the connection between two people that cannot be severed.â âI believe you are telling me this because it is important.â âAfter a lot of research, I found out that he actually has a strong connection with the Tepes family.â Honjoong smiled, a little murky for her. â You know who else was called that? Vlad III.â
âThe Impaler?â she asked and he agreed. âThe famous prince of Wallachia who is the hero of this nation?â âDid you know that Vlad had a son?â Honjoong got up from his chair and walked around the office. âMihnea, the Bad.â she followed him with her eyes. âHe did not have a very happy reign, nor was he as loved as Vlad, so much so that he abdicated the throne to his son.â âVlad had a grandson, who was hidden from the world for fear of retaliation. With Mihnea's fame, it was only natural that they would. The child grew up with a curse.â She paid attention, although she didn't really believe in curses, knew that supposedly magical things happen around the world. âAt 18 he would become as cold, perverse and scary as his grandfather. His lust for blood and atrocities would be far greater than any other Tepes.â Memories of the night Wooyoung saved her and killed all those vampires returned.
âAre you saying that Wooyoung is the lost grandson of Count Vlad?â her heart believed in that fantasy but reason still brought her back to reality.
Honjoong nodded, putting his arms behind him. âThe only living descendant. Vlad's family is very well known and even admired by us.â
âSo the rumors were true. Vlad was a vampire.â
âThe first of the first.â Honjoong took a step towards her and Y/N glared at him. âSo I must warn you, Y/L/N, you are not dealing with any vampire. It's a Tepes.â âI'm not afraid of him.â she admitted. Quite the contrary, actually, she loved him and was willing to find him. âThat's not what worries me.âHe took a deep breath before continuing. "Y/N," he knelt down in front of her, making her worried. He rarely called her by name. âWooyoung has many doubts, he grew up without his family, being the monster he was in the times that he was away from you. I strongly believe that you were the only light the poor boy found in his entire existence. So I warn you, if you enter this world of darkness... you won't be able to get out.â âYou know where he is.â âI told you the family is known.â âBe more clear, Honjoong.â she asked, tired of it. âYour beloved Wooyoung is coming for Vlad.â She was paralyzed. Impossible. âVlad was beheaded in combat with the Turks, his head was displayed in Constantinople.â she said in disbelief. It was simply impossible. âThatâs what they say, you know there are three versions of Vlad's death. I assure you, they killed the wrong man.â âWhat are you trying to tell me, that Vlad is alive?â he nodded and Y/N was petrified. She considered getting up from the chair but didn't have the strength in her legs after listening to all that. âWhere is he?â she questioned. Honjoong rose silently, turning his back to her. He didn't say a word. âHonjoongâŠâ she gathered strength and started to get up from the chair, approaching the young man who insisted on ignoring her question. âWhere is he?â she said more firmly this time. âParis, with the help of a witch to find his grandfather.â replied low. She stopped to think for a moment, was more confused than before. âWhy would you go to Paris?â she asked herself. Honjoong turned back to her and took her left arm with unusual gentleness. âIf they find Dracula, they will try to fulfill the prophecy.â she raised an eyebrow. What prophecy? âVlad will take what is rightfully his, spilling the blood of his enemies and turn everything to ashes, making the world safe for creatures of the night..â She looked into Honjoong's eyes. My God⊠âThen it is to Paris that we will go.â

aemulus. (noun) latin for rival or competitor. thought to be the origin of the name emily.
park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.
pairing: academic rival!seonghwa x fem!reader
details: grad school/nursing school au, fake dating
word count: 8.1k
warnings: swearing, food allergy, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, discussion of birth control methods
a/n: for @sluttywoozi's birthday <3 (just a month and a half late)
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âI need a favor.â
âFrom me?â
Seonghwa tongues his cheek and looks around. âIs there anyone else in the room?â
You scoff. You arenât friends with Park Seonghwa. You donât even particularly like Park Seonghwa. You know the feelingâs mutual so why was he asking you for a favor?
âIf you want something from me you should try being a little nicer,â you mutter, turning your attention back to the textbook on the desk in front of you.
You hear Seonghwa sigh beside you before he tries again. âSorry, yes, I need a favor from you. I need a date to this event Dr. Harvey is hosting for all of his graduate mentees next weekend.â
Date? You? Your face must be scrunched up into an expression of confusion and concern because Seonghwa puts his hand out to stop you before you interject.
âYes, it has to be you. I-Iâm trying to secure a position on his research team next semester and I need an extra edge.â
You raise an eyebrow. âAnd Iâm the extra edge?â
âExactly! Dr. Harvey loves you. If I show up with you on my arm, the spot is mine for sure.â
âYou really think itâll be that easy? I havenât taken one of Dr. Harveyâs classes since undergrad.â
Youâre not even a student in Seonghwaâs program, the one Dr. Harvey was the head of. There just happened to be some overlap between your field of study and his that required you to take some of the same courses.
âBut you were his TA last semester, and youâre the top student in the department, after me-â you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, âhe brings you up in almost every meeting we have,â he continues, sounding more than a little annoyed, âwhen weâre supposed to be talking about my dissertation.â
Despite the non-case Seonghwa was making on his behalf, you couldnât help but feel a little curious. âHe does? What does he say?â
âUsually, itâs little comments about how you would do something differently, which is not-so-subtle code for better. If you ever decide to write a dissertation on microbiology, let him know. Iâm sure heâd love to be your mentor-â Seonghwa stops himself there, taking a deep breath as if to physically shake the bitterness from his demeanor. âSorry. The point is that he thinks very highly of you and it would really help me out if you were my plus-one to this thing.â
âAnd what exactly does âthis thingâ entail?â
âItâs a little appreciation banquet for all of the students heâs mentoring. He said itâs at this hotel, I think itâs downtown, and itâs a dinner and drinks in the evening and a brunch the next morning-â
âWait, itâs overnight?â You hadnât meant or intended to interrupt him but the prospect of spending the night in the same room with Park Seonghwa was enough to make you panic and forget your manners.
Seonghwa looks annoyed that you cut him off but holds himself back from responding with something snippy. Instead, he lets it go. Unheard of for him.
âYes, but itâs just one night.â
âOne night?â He nods. âAnd I just have to show up with you?â
âWell, youâd pretend to be my girlfriend. â
Right. That had sort of been implied when he asked but you were hoping that wasnât the case. It honestly sounded like a nightmare, but the idea of having something to hold over Seonghwaâs head was tempting.
Doing him the favor was one thing. The execution of said favor was another. Were you going to be able to put on a believable act as Seonghwaâs girlfriend? It certainly wasnât going to come naturally to you... but you were friends with a bunch of theatre kids. You could pull it off. Probably.
âOkay, well, whatâs in it for me?â you ask.
He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question like he hadnât expected to get this far.
âWhat do you want?â
Oh fuck. You scramble to think of something worthwhile that he could be of use for, coming up short in pretty much all aspects.
âMy dadâs getting married in a couple of months. Our little duet can have an encore then.â
Seonghwa grins and offers his hand for you to shake. âSend me the details. Pleasure doing business.â
-
It isnât until Seonghwaâs already left the classroom that he realizes he doesnât even have your number. Heâs known you for years now but has never had to contact you outside of the context of school. Never had reason to. He could turn around right now and go back and ask for your phone number. Youâre still in there.
He lets his pride get the better of him, and with a quiet groan, he shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking. Heâll just email you later to ask for it.
-
You iron out the details over text, once Seonghwa finally gets your number. You had made fun of him in your reply email for forgetting to get it back when he begged you to come with him in the first place, which only reassured Seonghwa that he had made the right choice that day. It wouldâve been way more embarrassing to have you say that to his face.
He asks you to meet him at a cafe the day before the event so you can iron out your story together. You look nervous, he notes, so he tries to break the ice.
âThank you for agreeing to meet here. I wouldâve had you over to my place, but my roommates are kind of obnoxious.â
âThatâs okay. Thanks for the coffee.â You gesture with your cup, shaking the ice around before taking a tentative sip.
âLeast I could do, considering.â
You shrug. âYouâre already repaying me by going to my dadâs wedding with me, but Iâm not one to turn down free coffee.â
âFair enough.â He clears his throat. âSo, howâd we fall in love?â
-
Seonghwa picks you up at five pm on Saturday. He makes some comment about you looking nice that you donât really believe he means, but you return the compliment anyway. He does look good. Annoyingly so. He had told you it was a formal event but you hadnât expected him to show up in a fucking three-piece suit.
His hair is slicked back on the side to show off his undercut, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of traffic lights and street lamps shining in the lenses. Itâs a little intimidating to be on his arm for the night when he looks like that, not that you didnât also dress for the occasion, he just... looks so sharp.
âDo you have everything you need?â he asks as you climb into the passenger seat. âPajamas? Toothbrush?â
âI think so.â
âIf you forget something we can probably grab it at the kiosk they have in the lobby,â he assures you.
You groan. âYeah, but weâll have to pay a small fortune for it.â
âThatâs the price of convenience.â He puts the car in drive and navigates out of your apartment complexâs parking lot onto the main road. âYou can pick the music,â he offers after a moment of silence.
âBut youâre the one driving.â
âIs that a rule?â
âYeah, the driver picks the music. Have you never heard of that before?â
He shakes his head but hums thoughtfully. âNo, but I donât mind. Iâm not picky.â
âShocking,â you mutter under your breath.
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â
You plug the aux into the lightning port on your phone and scroll through your playlist until you land on something you deem to be neutral enough to play in the background. You can feel Seonghwa watching you out of the corner of his eye but you willfully ignore it.
âDo you remember the story?â
You nod. âWe only got together officially a couple of months ago. You asked me out by waiting outside the door of one of my classes last semester-â
âWhich class?â
âUm...â you frowned, trying to remember.
âIt was pharmacology.â
âRight. Sorry.â
âJust be sure to remember that.â
âI donât think anyone is going to be interrogating us about our relationship,â you scoff.
Seonghwa takes a deep breath. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. This is just important to me and it needs to be believable. If anyone were to find out that I tried to pull this shit off just to get on Harveyâs good side... I donât even know what would happen to me. Like, would I get expelled? I definitely wouldnât get the position, I-â
âWoah,â you cut him off before he can spiral any further, âwe... donât have to do this. You can drop me off back at my apartment and pretend like it never happened. I wonât make you go to the wedding...â
âNo, no I need you,â Seonghwa insists, panicked. âIt just... didnât occur to me how stupid this idea was until now.â
âIf you think itâs a bad idea we shouldnât do it,â you reason.
âIt is a bad idea,â he agrees, âbut I donât know what else to do. Jung Wooyoung is vying for the same spot and heâs way more likable than me.â
âThatâs not true, heâs just more of a kiss-ass.â
âSame thing. Either way, I already told them I was bringing a plus-one so I canât show up without you.â
You nod, holding back from suggesting other alternatives. Seonghwa seemed resolute on going through with it and it wouldnât do any good to try and convince him otherwise. He was like you in that way. Stubborn to a fault. Trying to âfixâ the problem would only start an argument and that was the last thing you needed right now. So you let it go, and it only killed you on the inside a little bit.
-
Seonghwa checks into your room as soon as you get to the hotel. Since itâs late in the afternoon, itâs already ready, and you go up to drop off your things before navigating to the ballroom together.
You try to ignore the single king-size bed in the middle of the room but itâs like itâs glaring right at you, taunting you in the reflection of the vanity mirror as you reapply your lipgloss. If Seonghwa notices your apprehension about it he doesnât say anything.
âWe donât have to go over the top,â Seonghwa reminds you in the elevator. âYou donât have to kiss me or be super touchy if you donât want to. Some hand holding and familiarity should do it.â
âAre you sure?â
He smirks at you. âI mean, if you want to kiss me, youâre more than welcome to. But it wasnât part of our agreement.â
You stare at him. He had never said anything like that to you before. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. The smirk falls when he sees your reaction and he side steps away from you, clearing his throat awkwardly.
âSorry, I was, uh, I was kidding. It was, I wasnât-â
The elevator dings to signal its arrival on the first floor before Seonghwa can finish whatever excuse he was stuttering through. He motions for you to exit first, putting his arm in front of the door to keep it from closing. When you turn back to look at him, heâs all calm and collected again like nothing even happened. The only evidence of ruffled feathers was the pressed set of his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks.
âReady?â he asks, straightening his tie.
âAs Iâll ever be.â
He offers his hand to you and you take it, entwining your fingers with his. His thumb finds the back of your hand and draws absentminded circles. Youâre not sure if itâs supposed to be comforting but it is.
There are already a few people mingling when you and Seonghwa make it to the ballroom. You donât recognize any of them but that was to be expected. Seonghwa had said that it was an intimate event, just Dr. Harvey, his mentees, and their potential plus-ones. Not everyone is here yet from what you can tell. You canât hear Jung Wooyoungâs loud voice echoing throughout the hall so you figure he must be one of the late ones.
The way the room is decorated reminds you a bit of Christmas with the opulent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ivy garlands laid across the tables. All that's missing are the trees wrapped in lights and potted poinsettias in every corner.
Dr. Harvey is in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other students when he spots the two of you. He excuses himself and approaches you with a smile.
âIâm glad that you both could make it!â he says, greeting you with a hug.
He hugs your fake boyfriend next and claps him firmly on the back. Seonghwa coughs at the unexpected hit but plays it off easily with a chuckle.
âWhen Park told me he was bringing you, I thought he was kidding. I couldnât believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.â
Seonghwa stiffens next to you but keeps the smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, canât mask your surprise.
âWhat do you mean?â you press.
âOh, just that I sort of wondered if you kids would get together,â he explains. âYou used to argue in my class all the time as undergraduates, but whenever we had group activities you would pair up anyway.â
âThatâs because we didnât trust anyone else with the work,â Seonghwa points out.
You squeeze his hand urgently, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before he ruins his chances with his big mouth. Thankfully, he seems to get the message and relaxes a little but you can tell he still wants to protest.
âYou didnât even trust each other with the work,â the professor corrects. âYou would bicker about every little thing under your breath when you thought I couldnât hear even though you always sat in the front of the classroom.â
âI guess we are a little competitive,â you admit with a grin, looking up at Seonghwa with what you hope comes across as affection.
âThatâs an understatement, my love,â he agrees.
âWell, itâs nice to see that youâve been able to turn that energy into something positive,â Dr. Harvey says. âWhat changed?â
âWell, weâd been seeing each other for a while and finally decided to make it official,â Seonghwa muses.
And by âseeing each otherâ he meant fucking. When you decided on your story that day in the cafe, Seonghwa had said it would make the most sense if your fake relationship budded from a friends-with-benefits thing- or acquaintances with benefits, whatever the two of you were. But of course, you couldnât tell your professor that so you had to more so imply it by talking around the subject.
âWell, I hope that you being together means Iâll get to see more of your face. Park, you need to bring your girlfriend around the department some time. Iâm sure the other faculty miss you too.â
Seonghwa nods. âIâll be sure to do that, sir.â
âGreat! I think some more people are starting to trickle in so I should go say hello, but please help yourselves to drinks while we wait for dinner.â
You both thank him and wait before saying anything else to each other.
âI think that went okay,â Seonghwa sighs.
âCouldâve been worse,â you agree.
He takes a quick look around before turning back to you. âDo you want something to drink, baby?â
âGod, yes.â
At the bar, Seonghwa orders you both a glass of wine. Itâs an open bar but thereâs a little fish bowl for tips balanced on the edge of the counter so he deposits a couple of bills in it as he thanks the bartender.
He holds one of the glasses out to you with a half-smile. âCheers.â
âTo getting through the night,â you propose.
âTo getting through the night.â
-
Dinner is a choice between a chicken pasta dish, a beef and potatoes dish, and ratatouille that could be made vegan upon request.
âDoes the pesto have pine nuts in it?â Seonghwa asks the server when he reaches your end of the table.
âNo, all of our options tonight are nut-free,â he replies.
âPerfect, thank you. Did you want the pasta, then, baby?â
âI- yes please.â
âAnd Iâll get the beef and we can share.â
âSounds good,â the server says as he jots down your orders on his little notepad.
You wait until he moves on to the next guest before leaning over to your date and whispering âI canât believe you remembered.â
âHm?â
âYou remembered... Iâm allergic to tree nuts.â
He shrugs like itâs no big deal and murmurs, âyou almost dying in the middle of chem lab our freshman year is pretty hard to forget.â
He had a point. Still, you were surprised he remembered the girl that collapsed to the floor and had to be stabbed in the thigh with an EpiPen all those years ago as you. Youâre not sure if youâd remember the details so clearly if it were the other way around.
All of the dishes were pre-prepared by the hotelâs event catering staff so they were served almost immediately after the orders were taken.
Dr. Harvey led the conversation, engaging each of his students about their studies and personal lives. He was even sure to include the plus ones at the table, making an effort to get to know them as well. That was why Dr. Harvey had been one of your favorite professors, why youâd agreed to TA for him when he asked. He genuinely cared about his students, wanted them to succeed and was willing to go the extra mile to help them do so. You still remember crying in his office over a failed lab report, remember how he had patiently walked you through what youâd done wrong until it finally clicked for you, how he ended up giving you half of the credit you missed back just for following up and showing how dedicated you were to learning the material.
Even now as he listens to his mentees talk about everything under the sun, he doesnât want anyone to feel left out.
A hand on your thigh startles you out of your zoning out. You had been trying your best to pay attention but itâs just so hard to stay attentive when Wooyoung opens his mouth. Heâs been talking about algae for what you estimate to be the past twelve minutes- so in your defense, you never stood a chance anyway.
âDo you want another glass of wine?â Seonghwa asks, low enough for only you to hear.
You hadnât even realized youâd finished your first one. It had probably happened sometime in the middle of Wooyungâs rambling.
âYes please.â
âOkay, be right back.â
He stands from the table and takes both yours and his empty glasses in one hand, using the other to push his chair back in. Thankfully, heâs back before you can be cornered by the others at the table. You can feel it, the curiosity your presence invokes from your peers. You only recognize a few of them but all of the sideways glances make you wonder how many of them suspect why youâre really here. Maybe youâre being paranoid. Maybe theyâre just surprised Seonghwa managed to pull anyone at all... no, that couldnât be it. Heâs too hot, his personality alone wouldnât be enough to deter anyone from going out with him.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine and try to play it off. âHm? What do you mean?â
âYouâre making a face.â
âWhat face? This is just my face.â
âNo, youâve got that wrinkle in between your eyebrows. Youâre worrying about something. What is it?â
You sigh and lean over to whisper in his ear. âI feel like your... friends think itâs weird that Iâm here.â
âThese people arenât my friends.â
âI know. I didnât know what else to call them- is that really the part of what I said that you think is important?â
âWhy do you think they think itâs weird?â
âI donât know, I just keep noticing everyone looking at me.â
âItâs probably because youâre pretty,â he suggests, which makes you want to change the subject entirely.
He thinks youâre pretty? Does he think youâre pretty or does he think other people think youâre pretty? What would possess him to say something like that?
âThat- no, itâs not that.â
âHow can you be sure?â
âBecause I know what a dirty look is and Iâve been getting a lot of them. Do you think theyâre onto us?â
Seonghwa makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. âI donât know. Maybe I underestimated the number of people applying for the same position as me.â
âMaybe, and maybe they know we havenât always gotten along and are suspicious of why this is the first theyâre hearing of us dating.â
âI guess we need to turn it up, then,â Seonghwa muses under his breath.
âWha- thatâs not what I-â
-
After dinner, thereâs a bit of mingling. You get the opportunity to formally introduce yourself to the guests youâve never met before and answer the burning question on everyoneâs mind as to why youâre there in the first place.
Seonghwaâs hand is warm on the small of your back, making you wish you had decided against wearing a backless dress. Although, you suspect you still would have been able to feel the heat of his palm through the silk had it offered more coverage.
âDidnât think you had it in you, Park,â Hongjoong, you thought his name was, says as he wraps an arm around his own date. In her heels, sheâs taller than him by an inch or so, and somehow it only makes the man more intimidating. âThought you were too busy for dating, or was that just an excuse?â
âI am busy. But when you meet the right person, you make time. You of all people should know that.â
Hongjoong narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly and grins. âYouâre right, weâre all fools for love, arenât we?â
âIt certainly seems that way.â
Seonghwa and Hongjoong continue exchanging semi-polite small talk until the latterâs date tugs him away, mumbling something about needing another drink.
âI didnât realize you were so popular,â you say under your breath once the two are out of earshot.
âYeah, youâre not the only one who hates me,â he mutters.
âAnd here I thought we had something special.â
Seonghwa gives you a half-smile. âSorry to break it to you like this.â
âFor what itâs worth, I donât hate you,â you clarify, voice lowered.
He canât hide his surprise as his eyes widen. âWait, really?â
You nod. âI wouldnât lie about something like that.â
He straightens up a bit, stiffening, and you wonder if youâve said something wrong. âGood to know.â
You each have another drink before the night ends. Champagne is served with dessert and Dr. Harvey proposes a toast to all of his students once everyoneâs gathered around the table again.
You clink your glass to Seonghwaâs and take a sip. The bubbles soothe your throat, making the lies youâve been telling all night easier to swallow.
Youâre not drunk, you havenât had that much to drink, but the alcohol is definitely making you feel lighter. People have started filtering out of the ballroom to go to their rooms but a few linger a little longer, taking advantage of the free booze and relaxed atmosphere. Your professor flits between the remaining students, continuing conversations that had been cut short during or before dinner.
Soft music is playing over the speakers and a few couples are dancing to it. Seonghwa hadnât said anything about dancing, it probably wasnât on the actual itinerary, but he draws you out to the floor without warning. You want to protest but his hands are already on your hips and your chest is already pressed to his. You donât think youâve ever been this close to him, save bumping into each other in labs and accidentally spilling samples down your coats. Based on the number of times that had happened, you donât expect Seonghwa to be particularly graceful. But he seems intent on proving you wrong as he leads you to the rhythm.
âI didnât know you could dance,â you murmur.
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me,â he quips back.
You quirk an eyebrow. âYeah? Like what?â
He seems to think about it for a moment before answering. âI love Star Wars.â
âI already knew that.â
âWhat?â
âYou used to bring a Darth Vader thermos to class. The lid was his helmet.â
âLegos?â
âLego guy keychain.â
âAnimal Crossing?â
âYouâd literally play it in class.â
Seonghwa smirks. âWow.â
âWhat?â
âI just didnât realize you were obsessed with me.â
âWha- Iâm not obsessed with you!â you sputter. âIâm just very observant! And you make your interests too obvious.â
âSure, whatever you say,â he teases, making you roll your eyes.
He spins you before you get the chance to argue again, extending his arm all the way and then whipping it back so that youâre stumbling into his embrace.
âMy turn, then?â he asks.
You feel your face scrunch up in confusion before you can stop it. âWhat do you mean?â
âYour favorite color is pink,â he whispers, as if itâs some kind of secret. âYou love The Lord of the Rings. You quote it all the time. You like to cook. You always brought your leftovers for lunch and everyone would ask how you made whatever it was because it smelled so good.â
Youâre staring at him now, lips slightly parted in surprise. His gaze flickers down to them and then back up. He smiles.
âYouâre not the only observant one.â
A song is still playing but youâve stopped dancing. Itâs like youâre standing in the eye of a storm, surrounded by music and conversation that blurs and distorts around you. It all sounds muffled, but that might just be the ringing in your ears. You realize whatâs about to happen a moment before it does but youâre still unprepared when Seonghwa kisses you.
His lips are softer than you expected, not that youâve imagined kissing him before... not that you ever wondered. His arms are still around your waist and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss.
Youâre stiff at first, unsure of what to do with your arms or your own lips, but you relax when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. He makes a contented sort of sound in the back of his throat when you open your mouth for him. Itâs just slightly, just enough for him to get a taste, but he seems pleased nonetheless.
Distant cheering in the background startles the both of you out of your daze, pops the little bubble youâd somehow found yourselves in. Itâs then that you remember that youâre in public, and that you probably shouldnât be sucking each other's faces off in the middle of this very nice ballroom in front of your peers.
You part, both a little breathless.
âI hope that was okay,â Seonghwa whispers against your cheek.
âIt was, yeah. It was okay. More than okay.â
âGood. Iâm glad.â He grins, the upturn of his cheeks pushing his specs higher on his nose, making glimmers of light from the chandelier dance in the reflection of the glass like stars falling from the sky. One of his hands strays from your waist to take your own. âWanna get out of here?â
Youâre nodding before your brain can fully process the question. âYes please.â
-
The journey back up to your room is a blur. You vaguely register bidding Hongjoong, Dr. Harvey, and a couple of other people whose names had long since slipped your mind goodnight. Youâre not sure what you said, Seonghwa probably took the lead.
Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as you make your way out of the hall hand in hand. You feel like everyone knows what youâre about to do. And with a kiss like that in a crowded room, it wouldnât be hard to figure out.
But did it really matter if they knew you were about to get your back blown out? It would only help sell the story to them even more. At least, thatâs what youâre telling yourself, still not ready to admit that youâre not playing pretend anymore.
The clicking of your heels on the marble sounds entirely too loud as you walk through the lobby to the elevator bay. The lights have been dimmed for the night, emulating the darkness outside. Only a few employees remain behind the desks, stationed for any late check-ins. The rest had surely clocked out hours ago when the rush ended.
âDo you have a key?â Seonghwa asks you, eyeing the purse youâd somehow remembered to grab on your way out.
You did, but, âthereâs one in your pocket.â
His hand comes to the front of his pants, feeling for the plastic card. âRight. Sorry.â
He uses the key to activate the elevator and then he uses it again to open the door to your room. The ride up had been silent, and a little awkward, both of you standing on opposite sides of the tiny room, avoiding eye contact.
You wonder if the energy has shifted, if the moment has passed. Had he suddenly come to his senses? Was he already regretting kissing you?
You donât get the chance to ask either of these things, however, because heâs kissing you again as soon as you stumble into the room. Itâs dark, so everything is a little uncoordinated, but it almost seems fitting for you and Seonghwa.
He presses you up against the door, fingers fumbling with the ties on the back of your dress. Itâs hard for him to undo them when he canât see what heâs doing, too occupied with kissing his way down your neck.
âFuck this,â he gasps, breaking away. âLift up your arms.â
You do, gasping as Seonghwa tugs the silk up and over your head. Itâs the kind of dress you canât wear a bra with so youâre left completely bare from the waist up.
âFuck me,â he breathes, running his hands over your body.
âIâm trying.â
A beat lapses before Seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle. Youâre the one to pull him back this time, tugging at his suit jacket as you kiss him in an attempt to get it off his shoulders.
âLet me, um,â he mumbles against your lips, feeling along the wall of the little hallway youâre standing in for something. âLet me turn on a lamp or something. I want to see you.â
The comment makes you feel shy but youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to see him too so you let him go and only laugh a little bit when he trips over his suitcase on the way over to the desk.
âOh, would you rather have it off?â he asks, noticing the way youâre holding your arms over your chest.
âNo, no, I want to see you too,â you assure him. âI just feel kind of weird being the only one naked.â
âWell thatâs an easy fix.â
He makes his way back over to you, loosening his tie as he does. He leaves it hanging around his neck so that you can take it off for him. The satin feels heavy in your hands and you wonder briefly how it would feel tied around your wrists- another time, maybe.
Seonghwa focuses on unbuttoning his shirt while you lift the tie over his head, hands brushing together as you work in tandem.
You reach for his belt but he ducks out of your grasp with a grin, shrugging off the button up as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. You barely register the feeling of his hands on your thighs. Youâre too caught up with the way heâs looking up at you. Heâs taken his glasses off, though you donât know when- or where heâs put them for that matter, and is gazing up at you like painted the cosmos themselves. Like he fully intends on worshiping you.
Park Seonghwa on his knees. What a sight.
âCan I?â he asks, fingers gently wedging themselves in between your legs to part them. âPlease?â
You nod.
âI need you to say it.â
âYou can,â you whisper.
âI can... what?â Seonghwa presses. âI havenât even said what it is I want to do to you.â
Heâs taunting you now. Itâs obvious what he meant when he asked you but he just loves pushing your buttons too much to stop, even when heâs on the verge of begging to taste your pussy.
âYou can do whatever you want to me,â you breathe.
âFuck.â
You nearly lose your balance as Seonghwa lifts one of your legs over his shoulder but he plants both of his hands on your ass and pulls you onto his face before that can happen. He groans at the first taste of you, even though itâs over your panties. Youâre not sure whether he meant to leave them on to be even more of a tease or if he had just simply forgotten to take them off in the rush to get you on his tongue.
Theyâre the seamless kind, the kind that arenât supposed to show through thin material. Youâd chosen to wear them with your dress instead of suffering through the discomfort of a thong all night. The comfort was a benefit. The sheerness was a drawback. You might as well not be wearing anything with how form fitting they were, especially considering how wet you already are.
Your hands are in Seonghwaâs hair and youâre trying not to pull too hard but you have to anchor yourself to something or youâre afraid your knees will buckle.
âThatâs it,â he praises, nose nudging your clit as he licks into you. Itâs muffled but you can still make it out, if just barely. âHarder, baby.â
âAre you s-sure?â
He nods and the motion makes you want to cry out. âI wonât break. Promise.â
You decide to trust his word and tug a little harder. He moans and rewards you by pushing his tongue inside of you. He can only go so far with the fabric of your underwear restricting him but itâs enough to get you to whimper his name.
-
God, you sound so pretty, itâs almost too much for Seonghwa to handle. You taste just as good as heâd always imagined, better even, and heâs losing all sense of control because of it. He can tell heâs making you feel good but this wonât be enough to get you to cum, at least, not as hard as he wants you to before he fucks you... if thatâs where the night ends up going. He would be more than happy to have you cum on his tongue, kiss you goodnight, and then fall asleep beside you if thatâs what you wanted.
He manages to get your panties out of the way and to the side with his teeth before diving back in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You make a little surprised sound and melt into him even more.
He wants to get his fingers inside of you too, but it would be difficult with the way the two of you are positioned so he pulls back and jerks his head in the direction of the bed. You help him to his feet and pull him in for a kiss, moaning at the way you taste on his lips.
Seonghwa didnât think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already is but youâre always going and proving him wrong.
You release him after another moment and fall back onto the mattress, calling to him like a siren. You donât actually say anything, but you donât have to. The sight of you on the bed youâll share with your legs spread and your thighs still glistening with your arousal and his saliva is all itâd take for Seonghwa to throw himself into the sea and drown in you.
He takes off his slacks finally, just to give himself a bit of relief, and joins you on the bed as fast as humanly possible.
âCan I take these off?â he asks, running his fingers over the soaked patch of your underwear.
âPlease,â you laugh.
You lift your hips so that he can pull them off of you and then heâs back in between your legs with your thighs clamped around his head so tightly he canât hear anything aside from your desperate pleas for him not to stop.
He doesnât even realize heâs been grinding into the mattress until youâre cumming on his tongue and it takes everything in him to hold back from falling over the edge with you.
âHwa...â
Your voice is so distant he doesnât hear it until you repeat it. The nickname makes his heart do a little somersault. Youâve never called him that before. It makes him want to smile like an idiot and not fight so hard to suppress those pesky feelings heâs been harboring for you for God knows how long. He wants to kiss you all over and make love to you and give you a little house on his Animal Crossing island even though heâd have to rearrange the entire layout. He actually brought his switch with him, itâs in his bag and he could go get it right now and-
âHwa!â
Fuck. Right. He pushes the aforementioned feelings down again, clears his throat, and plays it cool. âHm? Whatâs up?â His voice cracks on the âupâ because of course it does. So much for playing it cool.
âCan you fuck me, please?â
He feels like he could fall through the floor. How the fuck could you sound so polite asking to get your back blown out like that? His dick twitches against his thigh and Seonghwa has to take a deep breath to steel himself before answering.
âYou sure you want to keep going? You want this?â
âGod, yes,â you whine, leaning forward to try and pull him on top of you. âAre you going to make me beg for it?â
Tempting, but, âno, itâs just... I have to tell you something.â
Jesus, was he really doing this now? It felt like the worst possible moment to bring it up but he wouldnât be able to forgive himself if he slept with you without coming clean. Heâd already gone further than he probably should have, judgment clouded by lust and alcohol and the lingering scent of your perfume on your neck.
You face falls, making Seonghwa realize he definitely should have worded it differently.
âItâs not anything bad! I donât think...â
âJust tell me,â you say flatly.
âUm, remember in the car earlier today when we were going through our story, and you couldnât remember what class I asked you out after?â
âAnd you yelled at me about it?â
âI didnât yell at you-â he pauses, and squeezes his eyes shut. This was why he kept going back and forth over what he was about to say, why he was hesitating even now. âI reacted the way I did because... I actually was going to ask you out that night after your pharmacology class got out.â
âWhat?â
âI was there, waiting outside and I-I chickened out.â
You blink in disbelief. âYou donât... hate me?â
âHate you? I never hated you!â You give him a look. âThere was a bit of... animosity between us, but it was never hate! At least, not for me! Did you hate me?â
Itâs your turn to feel exposed. Thatâs what Seonghwa thinks you feel anyway, from the look on your face.
âNo... I already told you I didn't! It was... what you described.â
Seonghwa narrows his eyes at you. âI donât believe you.â
âI mean, like you said, it wasnât hate. I just didnât particularly like you. And I thought that was a mutual thing.â
âIt was!â he agrees quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. âIt was. For a while. And then it wasnât. But I never said anything about it because I kept thinking it was just a phase I was going through. I thought Iâd get over it and youâd never have to know.â
âBut that never happened?â He shakes his head. âBut you built up the courage to show up and ask me out that day. You had to have accepted it then.â
He sighs and rolls onto his back. âI guess I did, but like I said, I was a coward. When I peeked through the window on the door, I saw you laughing and joking around with your friends and I just thought about how itâs never been like that with us. And I thought itâd never work out because weâre... us. We bicker all of the time. Weâre always competing. That didnât magically go away when I realized I had feelings for you. So I thought you deserved someone who youâd actually get along with.â
âWell, that should have been up to me to decide,â you say.
âI know,â Seonghwa admits with a groan. Then, he bolts upright. âWait, would you have said yes?â
âProbably.â
âWhat do you mean probably?â
âI mean, I wouldâve liked to see where it went. Iâve always thought you were attractive.â
âReally?â
âYeah, itâs one of the things about you that annoyed me.â Seonghwa scoffs. âJust being honest.â
âWell, if Iâm being honest,â he counters, propping himself up on his elbow. âI kind of like it when we bicker.â
âDonât tell me it turns you on.â
âOnly sometimes.â
You roll your eyes at him. âYouâre sick.â
He shrugs. âItâs only because youâre so hot when youâre mad at me.â
âYou must be really horny right now, then,â you mutter.
âYouâre mad at me?â
âYes, Iâm mad at you! Youâve been keeping your little crush on me a secret all this time! And you chose now to tell me?â
âI know, Iâm sorry. I have the worst timing.â
âUnderstatement of the year.â
Seonghwa figures he deserves that one so he lets it slide even though it chips at his pride. âWait, so... what does that make us? If we feel the same way, shouldnât we give it a real shot?â
You groan, putting your hands over your face. âCan we talk about it after you fuck me stupid? Iâm still so wet I canât think about anything else.â
âOh yeah, right.â He sits up and rolls back on top of you, caging you in. He presses his thigh between your legs so that you can grind on it as he kisses you again. âAre you sure arguing with me doesnât make you horny?â he teases. âCan feel you throbbing against me, baby.â
âIâm horny because youâre hot and your dick is hard.â
And because you like him, Seonghwa thinks giddily.
âWe can talk about it later, then,â he surrenders, reaching down to pump himself a few times. âAs long as youâll say youâre mine.â
You tilt your head to the side as you process his request. âYours?â
âMine.â
âYou want me to be yours?â
âIf thatâs something you want.â
âIt is something I want.â
âThen say it.â
âIâm yours.â
âFuck,â Seonghwa hisses, grinding against you. Heâs not even inside of you yet and he feels like he could explode.
âPlease, Hwa,â you whisper and reach down to line him up yourself.
âWait fuck, I donât have a condom.â
âI have an IUD. Itâs okay,â you assure him.
âAre you sure?â
âAs long as youâre clean.â
âI am, I havenât been with anyone since last year, and Iâve been tested.â
âMe too.â
âThen weâre good?â he asks.
âWeâre good.â
âPerfect. Deep breath, baby.â
Seonghwaâs arms threaten to give out the instant he begins to push himself inside of you. He should have been the one to take a deep breath. He already knows how you taste so he really should have been more prepared for how good you would feel but then again Seonghwa had always been a bit Icarian in nature so his overly ambitious attitude is pretty par for the course in light of everything.
âHold on, just... just give me a second,â he stutters.
He swears you clench around him purposefully, playing it off with a meek âsorry, it was an accidentâ when he glares at you. He wouldnât put it past you to turn this into a competition too, but he wants to remember your first time together as something special. He wants to be in the moment with you, wants to make you cum over and over and over on his cock until you canât say anything but his name. He wants to make tonight all about you. He wants to make every night about you, but heâll have to start with tonight.
âAre you okay?â you ask him, voice so sweet he almost has to pull out so he doesnât end whatâs barely started.
âYou feel too good,â he admits, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder.
âIf you cum now, we can just go again, right?â
Right. He forgot about that. He needs to stop thinking with his dick.
âYeah, right. Right.â
âFucked out already?â you tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
âItâs you,â he pants weakly. âHow can I not be?â
You open your mouth, probably about to say something smart in reply but he rolls his hips just as you do, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The words seem to dissolve on your tongue, your mouth falling open in a moan instead.
âWhat was that, baby?â he asks, moving even faster now.
You answer in mumbled nonsense. Seonghwa smirks down at you and leans forward to kiss the point where your neck meets your collarbone. He thinks about what a hickey would look like there, what kind of attention it would draw from everyone tomorrow morning.
He canât dwell on it for too long, though, because youâre yanking him back up by his hair, warning him that youâre about to cum.
âAlready?â
âItâs you,â you repeat his own words back to him, and he feels his own stomach tense up in anticipation. âYou and your perfect dick.â
Okay, so, less romantic than his sentiment but the structure was still there. It made him feel warm inside nonetheless.
âCan I cum, please? Please?â
âDo you think you can be quiet? We donât want a noise complaint, remember?â
âI c-can be quiet.â
Youâre lying through your teeth and Seonghwa can tell, heâs known you for so long now that he;âs memorized all of your tells. But heâs right there on the edge too and he wants nothing more than to cum with you.
âIâm close too, baby. Shit, can I cum inside you? Please?â
âGod, yes- please, give it to me...â
He kisses you as he cums, managing to swallow some of your moans and cries of his name as you cum even harder than you did the first time. Heâs sensitive by the time you finally come down from it but he doesnât pull out.
âCan we lay like this for a second?â
You nod easily, letting out a soft laugh when Seonghwa drops his weight on top of you. âI donât think I can move anyway.â
âNot with that attitude, you canât.â
âOh my god, get off of me.â
âSorry, what was that? Couldnât hear you.â
âYouâre the worst!â
âThe worst at what?â
âEverything!â
âYou didnât seem to think that a few minutes ago,â he points out.
âIâm having post-nut clarity,â you mumble, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
âI didnât know that happened to girls,â he muses.
âThereâs a lot you donât know about women,â you snap, still struggling underneath him. âMaybe if you talked to one once and a while youâd be more knowledgeable on the subject.â
âIâm talking to you, arenât I?â
âThatâs because I- are you getting hard again?â you ask in disbelief.
âI told you that bickering with you turns me on!â
âYou are unbelievable!â
Seonghwa kisses you and rolls his hips experimentally. You moan, relaxing under him immediately.
âFuck, that feels good,â you sigh against his lips.
âYeah, weâre definitely going to be late to brunch tomorrow.â
happy birthday emily!! i'm so lucky to call you my bestie and i hope you enjoyed your very late present :)