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𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

✘ ▬ Précis: You’ve gotten tired of all the college boys on campus none of them make you feel alive so when you were dared to walk into a lavish night club and kiss the first older man that you saw, you didn’t expect to end up falling for him as he shows you a whole new meaning to life through sex, passion, love, danger and adventure.

✘ ▬ Pairing: dilf!San x fem!reader.

✘ ▬ Genre: Smut (18+ only, minors dni) fluff, angst.

✘ ▬ Rating: R.

✘ ▬ AU: College, strangers to lovers, mafia.

✘ ▬ Warnings: san is the head of one of the most dangerous mafias in seoul, age gap (san is thirty, reader is twenty-two. don’t read if you are uncomfortable with that) san addresses reader as his rose, sensation play: use of ice cubes and silk scarves, spanking, orgasm denial, degradation, oral sex (male and female receiving), sensory deprivation: use of blindfold, multiple sex scenes, breeding kink (reader is on birth control), voyeurism.

✘ ▬ Word Count: 10-15k (a goal to reach this tbh)

✘ ▬ Taglist: (Comment or fill out form on my pinned.)

✘ ▬ Writers Note: All likes, reblogs (please reblog it means a lot), and comments are welcomed and appreciated. As a writer, it feels good to know that someone actually enjoys your writing.

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6:34pm

content: jungwon x gn! reader sharing a bed

a/n: sorry this sounds rushed and a little weird LOL hope you guys liked it!  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

here you were, on the same bed as yang jungwon – who was the nicest to everyone on the team except to you. since both of you are the captains of the (insert club here) club, you were assigned the same room by the advisor. what your advisor didn’t tell you guys was that the very same room happen to only have one bed. 

to be fair, it was a full bed. meaning that it fits two people, but two people who knew they were getting a full bed. you two are just awkwardly laying on the bed, a good space in between. you have the blanket up to your neck because you always feared that a person would choke you in your sleep. if one of your friends saw you right now, they would laugh at how stiff you are. 

you are scared to look to your left, fearing that jungwon can hear your heartbeat right now. you let out a slight cough, trying to fill the quiet atmosphere. you swear everything is louder at night.

“you know,” jungwon speaks up. “this isn’t so bad. it is quite cozy, actually.” you can sense that he too is trying to do anything to hide the awkwardness. 

you nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “yep.” you say, popping the p. 

jungwon shifts his body and from the corner of your eye, you can see him facing you in the dark. you turn your head slightly and see him prop his head on the backside of his hand. “i- um.” he opens his mouth but seems to be thinking of what to say next. “i can’t sleep without hugging something.” 

you stare at him incredulously, “what do you want me to do with that information?!” you say. “did you want to cuddle or some shit?”

“i mean.” jungwon trails off.

you shift yourself so you are now facing him. “you mean…?”

“i mean, since we are already here.” he says, staring at you. “plus you offered, so.”

you roll your eyes. “yang jungwon, are you serious?” you ask, not believing a word that is coming out of his mouth. he gives you a tight nod and smiles cheekily at you. sighing, you turn so now you are laying on your right side with your back facing jungwon. 

you wait a few seconds, seeing if he was going to make the move first or if you have to tell him. “jungwon?”

“hm?”

“are you not going to hug me?” you say into the darkness. 

“oh…right.” 

the bed moves a little bit as he scooches behind you. his arms hesitantly wrap around your waist, making sure to not do something that would make you uncomfortable. you feel your face heating up due to the amount of contact that is coming from this one boy. you thank the heavens that it is dark, because if there was light – he would see how red you were.

both of your bodies are now stiff like how it was before. sneaking your arm over his, you move it so it is tightly wrapped around your waist. “goodnight jungwon.” you say with a small smile on your face. 

“goodnight, y/n.”

I just wanna sleep for 2 years

PUT IT BACK | park jongseong x fem! reader

cursing & fluff & smut & ceo!jay & single dad!jay & babysitter!reader

jay’s pride and joy is his son, but the older his son gets, the more help jay needs to take care of him. jay scours website after website in search of a potential babysitter for his son and just so happens upon your resume.

WARNINGS | cursing, vaginal penetration, soft sex, praise, lots of cute fluffy dad!jay moments, angsty backstory, cute kid, oral sex (fem receiving), kid gets ahold of an adult toy fjfkfjf

WORDS | 6.3 k

NOTES | i hope you all enjoy the first installment of my 'enhypen hyung line as single dads' series <3

Jay was young when his son was born. Too young, his parents argued. But the moment his son was born, Jay was in love. He loved his tiny hands, the shape of his small head, the way he cooed when he looked up to see him, and his beautiful eyes. So, he couldn’t understand why his, then, girlfriend handed him over after holding him for two minutes, looking utterly repulsed.

“I don’t want him.”

Jay looked at her in shock, “What do you mean you ‘don’t want him?’ He’s your son.”

“I mean,” she snapped, looking at him coldly, “I don’t want him. I’m still young. I want to live my life. This is your fault anyways. If you’d worn a damn condom, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. Look, we’ll just give him up for adoption and—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What did you just say?”

“You must be fucking insane if your first thought is to give your child away. You held him for two minutes and you’ve already decided you don’t want him? That’s so fucked. No, you know what? I’ll take care of him. Like you said, I helped conceive him, so if you won’t do it with me, I’ll do it alone. I’m not giving him up.” Jay held the small boy closer to his chest, almost as if he wanted to shield him from the hard gaze of his mother.

She scoffed, “Whatever. That’s your choice.”

Thankfully, she agreed to take care of the baby the few days she was required to stay in the hospital, but then she was gone, and it was up to Jay to figure out how to raise his son on his own. He’d named his son Minjun—determined that his name, meaning clever, sharp, handsome, and talented, would be his legacy. He bought books on parenting, researched which diapers were best for newborn babies, researched which formula would nourish his son the best, bought clothes, and all the necessary things a baby and a new parent might need.

And damn, it was hard.

There were many sleepless nights, many long days at the office still holding his son in his arms while in the midst of a business meeting because he didn’t trust him with anyone else, many tears shed in private out of fear that he would never be good enough for his son. But when his mom stepped in to help, things got a little easier. Some of the stress was lifted off of his shoulders. He could work at the office without worrying about leaving his son. He didn’t have to stress about what to make for dinner for himself.

But when his son was three, he took over as CEO of his family’s company. His mom became too busy traveling around with his father to visit and take care of Minjun so Jay was left to find someone else who could watch him—he wasn’t so small that he could bring him to work anymore.

Finding a suitable babysitter was harder than Jay would have anticipated. Most of the people he looked at were either too young for his liking or slightly older than he was comfortable with. Their resumes were incomplete, or they didn’t have the right experience or personality he was looking for. And just when he’d thought he’d found someone, the reviews people had left were terrible.

With a heavy sigh, he looked over at where Minjun lay napping on the couch. He focused his attention back on his laptop, determined to find a babysitter he could at least interview. He checked website after website after website and still he found no one. Until he was about to give up.

He refreshed the page and a resume showed up at the top. Ln Yn. He read through it and when he found that he was satisfied with the content, he called your number.

You hadn’t been expecting a call so fast. After all, you had just uploaded your resume to the website. But you tentatively answered the phone, hoping to sound professional and put together rather than as nervous as you felt.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, yn?” a male’s voice spoke from the other end of the line.

You nodded, even if you knew he couldn’t see you, “Yes, this is yn. How can I help you?”

“Yeah, uh, my name is Park Jongseong, and I saw the resume you just uploaded to babysitters.com. I’m hoping to find someone who can watch my three-year-old son, Minjun, on a regular basis. Would you be interested in coming in for a brief interview so I could get to know you and you could meet him? You wouldn’t have to commit to watching him even if you decide to come in for the interview, but I would really appreciate the help and you’re the only person I’ve found so far who fits the criteria I’m looking for.”

You were silent for a moment, thinking it over. You needed the job, quite honestly. And if you got there and felt like you didn’t mesh well with the kid or the dad, you could always say no. Besides, this was the whole reason you put your resume on that website. So, you took a deep breath, “Sure! When did you want to meet?”

“Do you have any free time this afternoon?” he sounded nervous to ask you to meet so soon. But it was a Saturday. So, you weren’t doing anything.

“Yeah, I’m free all afternoon.”

“Great, would you mind meeting at my apartment at 3:00pm? I’ll text you the address.”

“That’s perfect. I’ll look forward to meeting you then,” you smiled a little to yourself, proud that you managed to get the job so soon. You said your goodbyes and then hung up the phone squealing to yourself about how you were already succeeding.

As you got yourself ready to meet Jongseong and his son, Minjun, you felt yourself growing increasingly more nervous. What if Jongseong didn’t like you when you were there in person? What if his son didn’t like you? What if you said the wrong thing or dressed the wrong way?

Your afternoon passed quickly as you paced nervously around your apartment. You decided to pack your bag with the toys and books you’d typically bring to entertain the children you watched, hoping it might win over Minjun and show that you were serious about wanting the job. Half an hour before you were supposed to meet Jongseong, he texted you his address and you were on your way.

You were standing in front of his door five minutes early, giving yourself a pep talk and trying to calm your nerves. With one final deep breath, you raised your hand to knock on the door of his apartment. It only took him a few seconds to open the door and you could hear him talking to, who you assumed, was his son through the door.

“Hi,” he breathed out when he opened the door, offering you a half smile and leaning against the door frame. His son peeked out from behind his legs. “Yn?”

“Yes. You must be Mr. Park—”

“Please, call me Jay.” He shook his head and ushered you inside.

You paused to crouch down and say hi to Minjun, who still clung to Jay’s legs. “And you must be Minjun. I’m yn. It’s so nice to meet you.”

He smiled back shyly at you, waving his small hand in greeting. You stood and followed Jay into the apartment, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

“Just water is fine.” You watched as he got two glasses down from the cupboard and filled them with water. “If you don’t mind me asking… how old are you? You look… pretty young, but I don’t want to assume.”

He laughed a little and shook his head, “It’s fine. I’m 25. I’ll be 26 soon, though. My ex and I had Minjun pretty young. It wasn’t planned, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love him more than anyone.”

“And is… your ex in the picture?”

“No,” Jay scoffed, setting the glass of water in front of you and then settling himself across the table from you. “After he was born, she didn’t want anything to do with him. So, I took him. I had just finished college and was starting my office job at my father’s company. It was a lot of work, but my mom has been helping out. She’s not able to come over anymore though. Now that I’ve taken over as CEO of the company, my mom and dad are away a lot more on vacation or international business trips.”

You nodded, taking a small sip of your water. He had your resume printed out and laid in front of him. You supposed it made sense that he was so orderly considering he worked as a CEO, but it still made you nervous.

“Okay, so I hope you don’t mind if I walk through your resume with you?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head and folded your hands together on the table in front of you to keep yourself from fidgeting.

“Perfect. So, you’re a college student?”

“Yeah. I’m in my last year of university. I take night classes as well as online classes, so if you’re looking for someone to watch Minjun during the day, I would definitely be free.”

He hummed as he read through your resume again. “It says here that you have experience nannying and babysitting. How many families have you done that for?”

“Well,” you thought back to when you started babysitting and nannying, “I’ve babysat for a lot of different families, but I’ve only nannied for three. I stopped nannying for them when they didn’t need a nanny anymore, but I was never dismissed for my character or actions.”

“And I see that all three of the families you nannied for are listed here as references. If I were to call them, they’d give you a good review?”

“I’m sure they would. They always told me they appreciated my work ethic and attitude. I’ve also been told numerous times that I’m really good with kids. I’ve always loved children. I’m resourceful and can handle multiple kinds of situations with ease. I’m easily adaptable and get along well with kids because of that.”

Jay nodded along as you expressed to him your skills and qualifications. He asked you a few more questions pertaining to your resume and when he was satisfied with your answers, he pushed the paper to the side and stood up. “I’m going to get Minjun so you can meet him properly. I’d like to see how he feels about you.”

“Of course!” you agreed, standing as well and migrating to the living room.

A few moments later, Jay returned, guiding his small son to sit on the couch next to you. “Can you say hi, buddy?”

“Hi,” Minjun said in a small, shy voice, smiling a little at you.

“Hi Minjun! I have some games and books in my bag, do you want to check them out?” You knelt on the floor in front of him, opening up the bag. “You might already have some of these, but if there’s anything you don’t have, you’re welcome to look at it, play with it, or whatever.”

Minjun sat down on the floor in front of you, looking through your bag and pulling out books, toys, and games he’d never seen before. He looked up at you, very seriously, “Are you good at reading stories?”

“Oh,” you leaned in to whisper, looking around as if someone other than him might hear, “I’ve been told I’m one of the best at reading stories.”

“Really? Do you do the voices?”

You put a hand over your heart, pretending to be offended that he would even ask. “Of course, I do the voices. It’d be a crime not to!”

Minjun giggled and you looked up at Jay who was already smiling down at you. He could already tell you’d be a great addition to their home.

Your first day watching Minjun honestly couldn’t come fast enough. You already adored him and the prospect of getting paid so well just to take care of him certainly was an added bonus. Not to mention, Jay himself was hot and you appreciated that he made you feel comfortable in his home and with him and his son. You could not have thought up a better situation if you tried. Being Minjun’s nanny really was the most ideal job situation you could have asked for.

You showed up at Jay’s apartment ten minutes early, too eager to wait. When Jay opened the door, he looked happy to see you. He stepped aside to let you come inside the apartment. “Thanks for being early, yn. Minjun’s kind of having a rough morning, so it’ll be better for both of us to be here for a few minutes so he’ll do better when I leave for work.”

As if on cue, Minjun sobbed loudly from his room down the hall. Jay’s face blanched and he turned on his heel quickly to meet Minjun in his room. You followed behind him, stopping in the doorway to watch as he hugged Minjun, speaking to him softly.

“Buddy, I’ll be back after work like always, okay? I promise. I’ve always come back, haven’t I?”

Minjun sniffled, rubbing at his eyes as he pulled away to look at Jay’s face. “Y-yeah. You always come back.”

“Right. So don’t worry that I won’t come back this time. I’d do anything to get back to you. I always will, okay?” Jay smoothed Minjun’s hair with his hand, then he adjusted his shirt, straightening it on his shoulders. “You’ve already met yn, so you know she’s nice. She’ll be here until I’m done with work. So you’ll never be alone.”

“O-okay, dad.”

Jay looked relieved that he was no longer crying. “Give me one more hug before I go.”

Minjun wrapped his small arms around his dad’s neck, hugging him tight. Jay sighed softly, holding his son impossibly close, “That’s my boy.”

“Dad,” Minjun whined, giggling a little at the end, “you’re holding me too tight.”

“Sorry, little man.” Jay reluctantly let go and stood, “Why don’t you play with your toys while I talk to yn real quick?”

He nodded and sat on the floor, playing with the various toy cars scattered on the ground. You moved out of the doorway to give Jay room to walk past. He sighed as he tugged his suit jacket on and gathered his briefcase and messenger bag. “I hate leaving when he’s upset like that. If he starts crying again, just give me a call. I can have my secretary cancel my meetings for today if I need to. My mom’s phone number is also on the fridge in case you can’t get ahold of me. There’s food in the pantry and the fridge. He’s allowed to watch two hours of TV, but preferably no more than that. He’s got plenty of toys and practice level books or there are board games in the closet. Hm, I think that’s it. I’ll probably be home around 6:00 or 6:30 this evening, so you don’t need to worry about dinner—I’ll make something for Jun and I when I get back.”

“Everything will be fine, Jay—you don’t have to worry. I’ll be sure to call if needed, but I’m confident we’ll be just fine.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you pushed Jay towards the front door, “You should go now before you’re late for work. Minjun will be fine.”

Jay nodded and then called for his son, “Jun! I’m leaving! Come say goodbye.”

The small three-year-old came running out of his room, jumping into his dad’s arms to say goodbye one more time. You watched as Jay said his goodbyes, reminding Minjun to behave while he was gone. He set his son back on the ground and waved goodbye to you. You couldn’t help but think of how sweet and domestic everything was. One thing you were sure of: Jay was a really good dad.

“What do you want to do first?” You asked as you picked Minjun up, balancing him on your hip.

“Do you wanna play cars with me?” he asked you, eyes wide and hopeful.

“I would love to,” you smiled, carrying him back to his room. “Which car do you want me to be?”

“You can be the purple truck and I’ll be the blue racecar. Let’s pretend we’re racing, and then I beat you in the race, and your truck flipped over off the track and…”

Yeah, you were going to love this job.

“I’m home!” Jay called as he unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, dropping his things by the door and shrugging off his suit jacket.

Minjun went running out of his room, “Dad! You’re back! Guess what, Dad? Yn says that I’m a big boy now!”

“What?” Jay pretended to be shocked, picking Minjun up after rolling his sleeves to his elbows, “That’s not possible, you’re still my little baby!”

“No, I’m not! I’m a big boy now!” Minjun giggled, squirming in his dad’s grasp.

You watched from the living room with a smile. Jay looked over at you and grinned slyly. “I may have to fire yn for putting such silly ideas in your head, then.”

“No!” Minjun pouted. “I like yn. I want her to stay.”

“Okay, okay,” Jay laughed, “then we’ll keep her around. But she better not put anymore funny thoughts in your head. Especially not about being a big boy. You’re growing up fast enough as it is. Stay my baby for just a little longer.”

Minjun didn’t answer, he just wiggled out of Jay’s arms and ran over to sit on your lap on the couch. Jay looked a bit surprised but then he smiled and slipped his shoes off, moving to sit beside you as well.

“What did you two do today?”

“We played cars and read books and yn made me a sandwich for lunch and we watched a movie and played more games!” Minjun rattled off excitedly, settling into your lap. “Can yn stay for dinner?”

You stopped him, “Oh, I don’t know if that’s—”

“Yn can stay for dinner if she wants, but let’s not force her, alright bud?” Jay interrupted you, putting a hand on your knee and smiling gently.

You felt like your stomach was doing backflips when his skin touched yours. Your brain was short circuiting at the small smile playing across his lips. You’d been watching Minjun for almost two and a half months, but you’d never stayed for dinner. As much as you wanted to, you tried not to get too close to Jay—for the sake of professionalism, you told yourself. Really, it was just because you were scared of getting attached to him and Minjun and then getting your heart broken.

“I…” you paused before continuing, looking into Jay’s hopeful eyes. “Yeah. Sure. I don’t have any other plans, so I would love to stay for dinner.”

“Great. I’ll get started, then.” Jay stood up, shooting you another quick smile and ruffling Minjun’s hair as he walked past.

“Let’s go play dinosaurs while Dad makes dinner!” Minjun scrambled out of your lap, toddling off to his room, expecting you to follow behind him. So, you did.

Thirty minutes later, Jay stood in the doorway, watching you play dinosaurs with a giggling Minjun. He finally cleared his throat, making you look toward him, “Dinner is ready, guys.”

You stood, grabbing Minjun’s small hand and guiding him to the bathroom, “Let’s go wash our hands, Junnie.”

Jay couldn’t help but smile as you helped Jun wash his hands before dinner. A thought finished through his mind—you looked like you were meant to be there in his house with his son—but he quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t possibly get attached to you. He didn’t even know if you had a boyfriend. Besides, you were just his son’s nanny. That was all.

When the three of you were seated at the dinner table, you also couldn’t shake the thought that being there with Jay and Minjun was so natural, so right. You thanked Jay for making dinner—a beef bibimbap—and carefully took a bite under the scrutinizing gazes of both Jay and Minjun. It was just as delicious as it smelled and you smiled at Jay after you swallowed, “It’s great, Jay. You’re a really good cook.”

His face turned red and he scratched the back of his neck shyly, “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m mediocre at best.”

“No, seriously,” you placed your hand over his gently, “it’s really good.”

He stared at you until Minjun started giggling. You pulled your hand away and he cleared his throat awkwardly. Minjun spoke through his fit of giggles, “Dad, you were looking at yn with your mouth open like a fish!”

Jay’s face turned red again and this time, the embarrassed flush covered the tips of his ears as well. You giggled along with Minjun, “He did look like a fish, didn’t he?”

“Hey,” Jay pouted, crossing his arms in mock upset, “don’t make fun of me. I just spaced out for a second is all.”

“Sure you did,” Minjun rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m pretty sure you were just staring because you think yn is beau—”

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Jun, finish your dinner so you can take a bath before bed,” Jay stopped his son from finishing his thought, but it was still clear what he had been about to say. It made you happy to think that Jay thought you were beautiful, considering you felt the same about him.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly and you avoided embarrassing yourself successfully. Jay stood up, corralling Minjun to the bathroom before turning to you, “I’ll get his bath started and be right back.”

You nodded and watched as he followed Minjun to the bathroom before standing and bringing all the dishes to the sink. Jay came back out when you were finishing up the last plate. He stood beside you at the sink, watching as you dried the plate and set it on the drying rack.

“You didn’t need to do that, you know I could have done it. You’re our guest.”

You shook your head and smiled at him as you leaned against the counter, “It didn’t feel right to just sit there and do nothing. It’s the least I can do. You know, to say thank you for the job. It’s been so great getting to watch Minjun and the money definitely helps me pay my rent.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Jay said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Having you here to watch Jun is more than enough.”

“If I didn’t have to pay for rent and college, I’d watch him for free,” you murmured, trying not to get lost in Jay’s eyes.

He took a step closer to you, his hand holding the crook of your neck and his eyes never leaving yours, “Yn, I—”

“Dad! I’m done!” Minjun yelled from the bathroom, pulling Jay from his stupor.

He looked at you for a second longer before calling back to Minjun, “I’m coming buddy!”

You took a deep breath and fanned yourself with your hands, trying to cool your face and calm your racing heart. You sat back at the table, waiting for Jay and Minjun to come back. It didn’t take very long though, and soon Minjun was running toward you, wrapped in a fluffy gray bathrobe over his Spider-Man pajamas. He tugged on your fingers, pulling you out of your chair.

“Come read me a bedtime story!”

“Hm, what’s the magic word Junnie?” you asked, allowing him to lead you down the hallway to his bedroom.

“Pleeeeaaaase?” he begged, looking at you with the puppy dog eyes you never could ignore.

So, you nodded and helped him get tucked into bed while Jay watched, leaning against the doorway like he always did when he watched you take care of Minjun. You picked out a book—one that Minjun liked a lot—and sat on the edge of his bed to read him the story. He fell asleep quickly (he didn’t even make it to his favorite part in the story) but you read the entire thing anyways just in case he wasn’t really asleep. And when you finished, you kissed his forehead, not even thinking about the intimacy of the action.

“Goodnight, Junnie,” you whispered, brushing his hair away from his eyes and pulling his blankets up a little higher before turning of the lamp and switching on the nightlight.

“You’re so good with him,” Jay murmured as you closed Jun’s bedroom door behind you. “No one’s ever been that good with him other than me. We did try a few other babysitters before my mom was able to help. And then, not even she was able to get him calm so quickly. He really likes you.”

“Oh, i-it’s nothing, I just—”

“I really like you too.”

You just stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for any sign that he was kidding. There was no way this was real. You just weren’t that lucky. But he looked genuine and you couldn’t find any hint of insincerity in his eyes. You reached up slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck, a sudden surge of bravery taking over you.

“Yeah? How much?”

He breathed out, his brain going fuzzy from your close proximity. “So much.”

“How about,” you stepped just a little closer, your chest almost touching his, “we have a glass of wine and you tell me how much you like me, yeah?”

He had been expecting a very different statement so it took him a moment to fully register what you had actually said to him. But slowly, he nodded his head and stepped away from you, holding your hand and taking you back to the kitchen where he poured two glasses of wine for the two of you.

“You’re not… uncomfortable knowing that I like you, are you?”

“Obviously not,” you laughed, taking a small sip of the drink in front of you. “I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings in the hallway.”

“Girls are confusing. They always think they’re being clear but… clear would be you saying, ‘yeah Jay, I like you too’ instead of making my brain foggy with your little mind games,” he huffed, pouting as he took a long sip of his own drink.

“Yeah Jay. I like you too,” you whispered, not looking up from your drink.

“Fuck, I can’t do this,” Jay stood up and you looked at him, eyes wide and worried. Had you misread the situation?

But he grabbed your wrist gently, even amidst his haste, and took you into his room, locking the door behind him. You leaned against the door, your eyes adjusting to the dark and your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt his body pressed against yours.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” he gasped, craning his neck to lay his head on your shoulder. “You don’t fucking know how badly I want you.”

“Show me.”

His lips were on yours in seconds, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you with him to his bed. “This is so wrong, yn. You’re my son’s babysitter.”

“I know,” you gasped between kisses, tugging your shirt over your head when you broke apart.

“He’s in the next room—”

“I know.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Jay, I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned low in his throat, pulling his own shirt off and leaning over you to kiss you again, teeth and lips and tongues clashing against one another as he pressed closer and closer and closer to you fervently. He moved on to your neck, leaving small kisses scattered across your smooth skin, but not marking you—he didn’t want to risk his son seeing and asking too many questions.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, nipping lightly at your stomach and leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and ribcage. “So, so beautiful.”

You gasped as his hands skillfully undid the clasp of your bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. His hands were warm. Everywhere his skin touched yours felt like magic—felt right. He felt right. It was almost too good to be true.

“Jay,” you whispered, holding onto his shoulders tightly, “need you now.”

“Yeah?”

He looked at you, leaving a small kiss to the hollow space between your collarbones, and unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your legs and throwing them with the rest of your clothes. He played with the elastic hem of your underwear, “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please.”

“You can stop me at any time. We’ll only go as far as you want.” Jay’s voice was quiet but firm. It made your heart swell to know he cared enough about you to consider what you wanted and to assure you that he wouldn’t pressure you to go all the way if you didn’t want to—though now that you were nearly naked in front of him, you couldn’t possibly stop. You were almost desperate.

“Okay. But I don’t want you to stop. I want you to touch me.”

He smirked at you and tugged your underwear off, settling between your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “I’ll do you one better.”

He kissed up your thighs, biting gently and leaving faint marks over the soft flesh. You shuddered when he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, giving you an instant of pleasure and relief where you needed him most. But he pulled away again as quickly as he came.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Jay. I’m positive. I want this. I want you.”

He nodded and buried his face between your legs, licking a slow stripe over your entrance, “God, you smell and taste so good. You’re actually perfect, what the fuck.”

You hummed in response, too distracted by the way his tongue and his lips felt against your body. He groaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair and pushed his face harder against you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex in months, or maybe it was because it was jay (or maybe it was a little bit of both) but you felt your orgasm drawing close faster than you thought was even possible.

“J-jay, stop,” you moaned out, pushing his face away from you. He looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his chin and his eyes wide and worried. “I just… wanna cum on your cock.”

He smirked at you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving up your body to kiss you again. He sat up to unbutton his own pants and push them down his legs, followed by his boxers. He leaned over you to pull a condom from his nightstand.

“Hm, how many girls have you had sex with recently for you to keep condoms in your drawer?” you teased, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him roll the condom over his painfully hard dick.

Even in the darkness of his room, you could tell his face was flushed. “N-none… I just… wanted to be prepared in case I met someone.”

“I’m teasing,” you giggled, pulling him down to kiss you again once the condom was on, “I know how you feel about one-night stands.”

He felt like his heart was melting when you said that. You didn’t stay late often. In fact, you had never stayed as late as dinner and putting Minjun to bed before that night, but you had spent occasional Saturdays at the park with the two of them and you had talked with Jay about a lot of things. The fact that you remembered he wasn’t a ‘one-night stand’ kind of guy somehow made his heart swell with happiness.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Yes.”

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly. You squeezed his shoulders and gasped softly, trying not to make too much noise. If you woke Minjun up, you would bury yourself alive—there would be no way you would ever be able to face him again. He groaned deeply right into your ear, hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure you’d have finger shaped bruises in the morning.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Jay moaned quietly, breathing heavily as he tried hard to stay still and give you time to adjust to his size.

“You can move,” you finally whispered, kissing his shoulder, “Please move.”

He started slow, thrusting his hips at a slow, steady pace. You bit your lip and peppered small kisses across his chest and shoulders to keep yourself quiet as he slowly sped up. He whispered sweet affirmations in your ear as he thrust into you, the tip of his dick hitting every perfect spot inside of you.

“I really fucking like you, yn,” he moaned, “I haven’t liked anyone this much in years.”

“I like you. So much,” you whined out, vision blurry as you drew closer to your high, “Jay, I’m s-so close.”

“Me too, sweetheart. You gonna cum with me?” You nodded quickly, humming softly as you forgot how to speak. He grinned wolfishly and thrusted his hips even harder, “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

You whined softly as you came hard around his dick. He held you closer to him as he moaned as quietly as he could and you felt his cum fill the condom. He sighed happily and pulled out slowly, trying to be careful since you were still sensitive. He pulled the condom off carefully and tied it off before throwing it in the trashcan in the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart, I’m just going to get a washcloth and some water for you, okay?”

You nodded tiredly and rolled onto your side to watch him walk away. You tried hard to keep your eyes open so you didn’t fall asleep before he came back. Thankfully, just as your eyes were closing, he came back, a glass of water and a washcloth in hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed and helped clean you up before holding the glass of water to your lips to help you drink.

“Will you stay the night?” he asked, looking at you hopefully as he crawled under the covers again.

You giggled a little and curled into his side, making yourself comfortable, “I’m too tired to leave, so you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”

“Hm, I don’t mind that.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and held you as close to him as was physically possible. “I would… really like to take you out on a proper date… if you want to, of course.”

“I would love to, Jay.”

“Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.”

“You probably would have died from the embarrassment,” you teased, rubbing your hand up and down his side soothingly.

“Hm, yeah.” He was quiet for a moment before sighing. “I don’t know what to say to Jun…”

“Just tell him the truth. Tell him I’m going to be around more and that you like me. I think he already knows you like me, but he’ll appreciate you telling him anyways.”

Jay nodded slowly, “Yeah. That’s a good idea…”

His voice trailed off and the two of you drifted off to sleep. You rested well in the arms of the man you had developed feelings for, happy that for once, your feelings weren’t unrequited. And Jay rested happily, wondering if maybe, just maybe, you’d stay for good.

“Hey Dad! What does this thing do?” Minjun asked, holding up a handheld, bright pink vibrator. It had been almost a month since you and Jay had admitted you had feelings for one another and you had been spending a significant amount of time at Jay’s apartment—to the point you were practically moved in.

“What thing—oh my god, put it back, Minjun!” Jay’s eyes widened as he took the vibrator from his son frantically, “Where did you even get this?”

“From the secret box under your bed! There’s a lot of toys like this. But they don’t look very fun. What do you even do with them?”

Jay looked at you, completely distressed, and you took this as your cue to take over. “Minjun, honey, these aren’t toys, they’re tools. Your dad uses them for some of his important work projects. You shouldn’t touch them since they’re not yours, though, okay?”

“Oh. No wonder they don’t look fun,” Minjun pouted, handing the vibrator to you, “Dad, you need to find a better hiding place for your work tools. Under your bed is where toys go, silly!”

“Toys actually should get put away in your closet, bud, but I’ll be sure not to leave my work tools under the bed anymore, okay? Now can you please, put it back yn?”

You laughed and patted Jay on the shoulder as you walked past, “I’ll put it back, but we’re just going to be using it again later.”

“For the love of god, you are going to kill me!”

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blacklist }} p.sh (m)

>>summary: you're usually a good girl. you stay out of trouble, do your own shit, and mind your own goddamn business. but when you're suddenly blacklisted by Park Seonghwa, all of that is quickly forgotten

>>pairing: park seonghwa x reader

>>genre: enemies2lovers hints idek. fluff kind of, badboy seonghwa, use of social media, etc

>>word count: 5.3k

>>warning: oc's potty mouth, lots of cursing, half of ateez are assholes, invasion of privacy, blackmailing but not really blackmailing, suggestive remarks, let me know if there's more. also not really smutty. just some mature topics. Y'all, I'm sorry for the scrolling!! accidentally removed the "keep reading" shit and didn't even realize it--whoops.

Park Seonghwa; he's nothing but some guy who happens to be blessed in the looks department, with an access to daddy's credit cards. Boooring. But everyone around here seems to listen to his words--his opinions, like it's the gospel.

For fucking why? You don't know, you're still trying to figure it out yourself, but believe it when you say it's ridiculous.

You've been staring at the computer screen for legit 20 minutes now, still unable to process everything--just as baffled as you were when you first opened up the page: Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. And there you are, your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You can't believe it... you're officially blacklisted.

You'd be lying if you were to say you weren't warned. No, you just didn't think it'd actually happen--that he'd actually do it. Over something so petty, too!

It was maybe a little over a week ago, when you and your friend were lining up for the annual career fair. You know, an opportunity--a chance, to talk one-on-one with an actual representative from a company or any sort of working field so you can get somewhat of a jumpstart, just so you didn't feel like you're wasting your college experience away. Anyways! Everything was going good, until Seonghwa and his group of dipshits, you mean his friends, showed up and literally sucked the life out of everything and everyone there.

The line was so fucking long, you would've thought people were getting paid to be there, but no. Apparently, many other students felt the same exact way you did, and so the event ended up being a clusterfuck. You and Sumi stood in line for almost two hours already, so close to finally securing a booth, until Seonghwa and the shitheads suddenly cut in front of you guys.

Of course, had it been any other times, you would had let it slide. You're usually not one to pick a fight, and the last thing you want to do, is mess with Park Seonghwa: the campus's heartthrob and apparently everyone's favorite--a mystery that will go unsolved. But you had a long day. You just managed to cram two exams in one night, you were walking on an hour of sleep, and you just waited in line for what felt like years, and now daddy's boy over here thinks he could just waddle his way into the front of the line and you'd say nothing? No, fuck that.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder--he also happened to be the closest one to you. But he barely even swiped you a look. No... like literally. He checked behind for like a second and continued on the chatter with his boys like you're a fly; an inconvenience. You cleared your throat as he obviously did not get the message, but second time's a charm, right?

You repeated your previous action, but this time your tap holding more power, yet it didn't even faze him. Even worse, he didn't even deliver at least a glance. And just as you were about to lose your patience--as if you had any left, Sumi tugged at your arm and gave you that look. That look as in, "I know you're about to pop off, but please reconsider".

Like you said, you think you're a pretty good student and daughter overall. You try to stay out of trouble, you do shit as they're supposed to be done, and mind your own business for the most part. And frankly, you were not even looking for a fight. They cut in front of you and your friend disrespectfully, and you just wanted to tell them it's not okay. Sumi understood this, but she also knew that you can be overly self-righteous, morally determined, and always feeling like you have to do the right thing; save the day. And especially when someone pushes your buttons, all these sides of you starts coming out from hiding.

"Excuse me, but me and my friend were here first. We've been waiting for quite a while, so we'd appreciate it if you guys didn't--" You liked to act tough, but now that all four of the boys have officially turned their attention to you, it felt like you have been backed into a corner. Their stares lingering and piercing with animosity.

"Aww, Hwa... what should we do?" Wooyoung playfully nudged the older boy, delivering his remark with a tone that made you want to lounge forward and slap the smirk off his annoying face. Jung Wooyoung. The name anyone with a vagina on campus would probably know, because he is a walking red flag in itself. His dick has a need of its own that has to be fulfilled every couple hours. You're not sure how it hasn't fallen off by now, but you have better things to worry about than his limp sausage.

Wooyoung's comment caused an even bigger, punch-inducing grin plastered so clearly on Seonghwa's face. Like he's thinking: finally, some good shit.

"We got a tough one, ay?" He raised an eyebrow at you, quite literally trying to work up your nerves, and it's working. Better yet, it's multiplied when you see the same stupid grin on all the boys like it's contagious.

"I don't want to argue, I just don't think it's nice, cutting in front of all these people who have been here before you guys." The accent in your voice is genuine and innocent enough, yet the audacity you had to even cause such a scene in the first place, sparked a little interest in Park Seonghwa; the fascination to see how far he can really push your buttons.

Wooyoung was about to say something again like he always does, but is stopped in place when the older boy placed a hand in front of him, signaling him not to. "It's fine, Woo. We can go to the back of the line. Kitty and her friend here probably needs the experience more than we do."

His snide remark caused slight chuckles to erupt from the group of friends; two in the back: San and Jongho, high-fiving each other. These bitches have the mental capacities of a ten year old, TOPS!

You knew you should be offended at Seonghwa's allusion to you and Sumi being some kind of charity case, and you are! But the nickname in reference to you, is just as insulting. Kitty? That's jail! No, actually, you think it'd sound cute, if it was coming from anybody else but Seonghwa and his friends. Like if it came from Hongjoong, the really cute and nice guy who's in the same major as you. You guys would occasionally share greetings, and bid goodbyes like you won't see each other ever again, only to run into him in your 8 a.m. class the next day. But you and your crush on Kim Hongjoong, is another topic for another day.

Sumi was just cowering behind you the whole time, watching the shitshow unfold in front of her, yet too terrified to say anything to back her own best friend up. Not that you'd ever fault her, or be upset, because you understood your own friend's timid-ness. You found it endearing, and that's what you're here for; to coddle and protect her when she's too afraid to do it herself.

"Excuse me?" Was all you could get out. Because how in the fuck do you even reply to that.

Seonghwa scoffed, and his friends followed with more giggles. What is this? Middle school?

"Let me guess..." He suddenly took a step forward, trying to close the space between the both of you. Retreat, retreat! "Broke college student surviving on ramen each day with no luck in landing a job yet? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Hate to break it to you, Kitty, but life doesn't work like that."

As if he knows how life works! Because that's exactly how things usually play out at events like this. But then again, it's Park Seonghwa. He's probably never even been to a career fair before, let alone even heard of the word. Well... this is your first time too, but you sure as hell knew what the fuck it means at least. You're willing to bet he barely grasped the definition of the word as soon as he stepped foot into the area.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. He's dumber than you thought, and your expectations were very low to begin with. "And why are you here?" You taunted, closing up whatever amount of space was still left. You saw the way Seonghwa cocked his head, gaze biting deep into your own, and anticipating whatever you were going to say next.

"Let me guess..." Your wordplay and delivery mirroring exactly the way his did before. "Daddy cancelled your credit cards and told you to get a real job? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Because your parents pulled the plug, and now poor little Seonghwa have to look after himself?"

An inaudible gasp escaped one of the boys' mouth. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you knew for sure it happened. Seonghwa's brows pinched in, his expression unreadable and you hated how it made you felt uneasy--even though you still said what you said. But the several increments of silence after your response is broken by the devil himself.

"Uhhh... interesting." That was the only thing he said, but you could've swore you saw a more menacing reaction like a smirk, maybe even a smile. The feeling in your stomach turning inside out, hard to not feel intimidated or regretful of your decisions--fearful of the consequences, as unapologetic as you were.

Seonghwa had never thought you'd have as much bites as you do. He's ran into you on campus a couple times--even shared some classes with you in the past, but you were always so quiet, always so reserved, always so boring. Didn't think you'd have a mouth like that. Could've fooled him. But now, he wants to know more about what other things your mouth could do. And he makes it his mission to find out.

He saw the potential in your eyes, the way you didn't even spare it a second thought getting all up in his face just to prove a point. It activated something in him, and his body acknowledged the attraction, the core of his manhood throbbing a little. There's many things--a lot actually, that gets Park Seonghwa harder than a piece of steel, but he never thought a girl with some edge spewing insults in his face, would give him the same amount of gratification. And he thought he just might have to dig a little deeper into this newfound interest.

"I smell?!" You yell out, talking to the thin air in your room that's starting to become heated, probably from how much red you're seeing right now as you're scrolling through Seonghwa's post.

He's so full of shit, you think to yourself.

All of these things he's outed about you are borderline ridiculous. Not to mention, very untrue! Like he pulled all these facts out his ass and ran with it. No, actually, you're pretty sure he sat there and made all these crap up in a span of a few minutes from how low effort everything is. From his attempts to slander you, to even the extra explanations at the bottom that just quotes in a tiny font: "She just looks like she smells."

If he's going to drag you, you at least want to see him try. Not blacklist you for reasons like how you look like you smell, or how you're probably the type to put the milk in before the cereal. What in the fuck? And even if it's true, whatever you do with your food is your own goddamn choice.

But in all seriousness, you know Seonghwa can say some heavy shit if he wants to. You've seen it first-hand, and you've seen it with others who ended up exactly where you are now. You can't even really be angry, you're more just... amazed at how dumb it is. How petty, actually.

Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. The name and title is ominous, because well, to be blacklisted is to be ostracized. But really, it's just a list of a bunch of people on campus he's had a less than pleasant experience with. The whole concept is just an excuse for him to talk mad shit about anyone who poses as a threat to his already bruised ego.

Sounds harmless enough, except, you know some people who listens and clutch onto this man's words like he's the head of a cult. You knew one girl from your Information Systems class last semester; Jin Jooyeon who accidentally spilled water on one of Seonghwa's minion, Jongho, and got blacklisted just for that. Gossips and news spread like wildfire and the girl left the classroom the next day in tears. You felt so bad, you almost went to the head of the University and filed a freaking complaint. But that was until Sumi enlightened you that it wasn't going to do shit.

Seonghwa's dad is the chief executive and would probably do anything to cover his ass, so your letter in caps and a big red font will just end up being another email directed to the spam folder.

You're not much of an expert about what even goes around campus. You'd much rather spare your energy for what happens outside school hours. Like what game should you play this weekend, what TV show is on your next to-binge list after you're finished with assignments, or what should your latest blog post be about. So your knowledge of such thing is very much only a couple months old. But ever since, it's like you've stepped into a pattern of bad omens. It's absolutely unreal just how much you know about Seonghwa and his side characters now.

The next few minutes is spent browsing the remaining of his post, rolling your eyes every couple words here and there because you can't believe some people really eat this shit up. Nothing even remotely worthy of your time; most of it sounding like some middle schooler in their rebellious phase could've wrote this. Until you get to the last bullet point that really takes everything in your body and will to not get up from your chair and march all the way to your University's office just to ask for Seonghwa's address so you can go find him and shove a ten foot pole down his throat.

It's a bunch of pictures of you completely off guard and completely unsuspecting, just going on about your day. You know Seonghwa plays dirty, but you didn't think he'd play this low. He never took shots of any other students before. Did he fucking sent people to follow you around? Shit, someone could probably even be lurking inside your room right now. It makes you feel uneasy, your head twitching and turning, scanning the room as if somebody in disguise would finally magically reveal itself after you catching sight of nothing or no one--in your one room open space dorm; bed, kitchen and everything in the same area.

Okay, he's fucking with you at this point. But you're pretty sure taking pictures of somebody unauthorized is invasion of privacy. Is it illegal? That's debatable. But it definitely should be, as evidenced by how the patience you've been trying to hold in, is starting to break down and you're about to go into batshit mode. So you scroll back to the top of the post, not even bothering to read the comments (you don't need any further reasons to justify homicide) and hovering over the menus displayed; Home, Photos, About Me--ahhhh, there it is: Contact Me.

You've never clicked on anything so fast, nor have you ever read over a paragraph at the speed that you did, but the next thing you know, you're clicking on the "Chat with Me" button like you're going to win a prize for it. Something about a text along the line of "Chances are, I'm probably not going to reply but you can still try your luck ;)" flashed before your eyes, but not like you give a fuck. He's going to reply whether he wants to, or not.

y/n0898: hey daddy's boy, you there?

You wait in silence for about 20 seconds before a notification on the bottom of the screen pops up.

park_seonghwa: you called? y/n0898: that's an awfully fast response park_seonghwa: I was expecting a certain visitor y/n0898: don't flatter yourself park_seonghwa: I'm not. I just knew a certain kitty around here has claws y/n0898: don't call me that >.< park_seonghwa: you don't like it? I think it's cute y/n0898: it is. just not when you say it park_seonghwa: ouch... okay

He's throwing you off. You came here for one thing, not to have a conversation with Park Seonghwa.

y/n0898: why'd you made that post about me? And why would you send someone to stalk me and take those pictures? I demand it to be taken down park_seonghwa: you reap what you sow y/n0898: ??? okay?? that doesn't mean you go take pictures of someone unaware and post it on the internet, tf??! park_seonghwa: tell you what. I'll take the pictures down y/n0898: fucking please park_seonghwa: if y/n0898: if? park_seonghwa: you meet me tomorrow, inside the business building 7:30am y/n0898: that's it? park_seonghwa: that's it

That wasn't it, and you hate how you would even let yourself believe his words in the first place. Because before you could even process anything, he's already hauling you all the way to some dark janitor closet. His movements so smooth; like he knows exactly where to go and all the right things to do, almost like it's second nature to him--leading you to believe you're probably not the first girl he's dragged up in here, and probably won't be the last.

Taking the situation into account, as well as Seonghwa's reputation, you blurt out the first thing to pop in your head as soon as he's finished locking the door.

"I'm not going to suck your dick, Park."

Your comment catches him off guard, and he couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't my intention, but you know unless you--"

"--my god, shut up. Shut up. Just tell me what you want and let's get it over with," You state, not wanting anything more but to get the fuck out of this small, dusty closet that's caving in on you, and sending all sorts of uneasy signals throughout your whole body. Probably because you think Seonghwa railed someone right in this very spot you're standing on, but you don't allow yourself to think about it.

It makes you feel dirty that you're even in here right now, alone with him. What would your best friend think when you were just talking mad shit about the man who's now only a few inches away from you, not too long ago.

Seonghwa begins making steps toward you, not that he has to make much efforts, considering how tiny the room already is. If he takes any more, your face would fall right onto his chest. You don't say anything, but he can sense how nervous you are; you swallowing down the pit in your stomach every now and then.

"Geez, Kitty. I haven't even done anything yet and you already look like you're going to cry." He smirks, just seeing how vulnerable your state is right now. Nothing alike to the smart-mouthed and spiky persona he encountered a week ago.

You don't know what provoked you; that stupid nickname that you wish came out of anyone but him, or the even stupider comment.

"Probably because some fucked out daddy's boy dragged me into a janitor's closet against my will after blackmailing me," You retort, your tone and language now much more closer to the girl that got herself into this mess in the first place.

And Seonghwa doesn't know either. If it's the way that even when it looks and feels as if he's finally gotten you under his hold, you never seem to crack. Or if it's that triggering nickname that has escaped your mouth one too many time past appropriate to not get his blood boiling.

You see the shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes similar to the tales those close to you would always warn you about; menacing, cold, and serious--a lump in your throat comes into manifestation upon the realization that you should probably tone down the snarky remarks, knowing he has the advantage as of right now.

"And what's wrong with being a daddy's boy?" One of his eyebrows arches to tease, and you can sense the lump growing more aggressive.

"I-It's--" You're trying not to break in front of him, but your performance goes disrupted when there's a sudden buzz in the back of your pocket; your phone.

Seonghwa notices it too, and the tension lingering grows thick. He watches as you try to straighten yourself, detaching from his gaze and attention onto the source of the noise. But not before he beats you to it, reaching his arm around your figure and snatching your device in an animalistic way.

"Hey!" All potential anxiety that was once present within you, now all gone due to another invasion of privacy from the boy standing before you.

You lift your feet off the ground for a few seconds, even jumping slightly in an attempt to retrieve back what's rightfully yours, but the efforts goes unrewarded because Seonghwa is much, both stronger and taller than you.

You can only watch in defeat as he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whatever prompted that buzzing sound of notification.

"Your boyfriend?" He says casually, holding the screen up in front of you as you try to make out the message displayed on the lock screen.

It was a text, from Hongjoong. The name itself already sets off an awful shade of pink that manages to sneak upon the softness of your cheeks, and Seonghwa too, notices the chain reaction. He doesn't know whoever the hell this person is, but judging by how tomato red you are right now, this person must mean something at least.

Kim Hongjoong: Hey Y/n, you okay?

"None of your business." You take the opportunity to overpower him, hand quicker than you can even remember controlling, before your phone's already back in the palm of your hold.

Ignoring the fact that Seonghwa's still ogling with a watchful gaze, you go on to reply as if a certain evil and wicked presence isn't here right in the very same room. He can't really see what you're typing from where he's standing, but he sure can spot the little curve that seems to tug at the corner of your lips while you're talking to this Hongjoong guy. He doesn't even know why it's pissing him off. He barely even knows you, and you're both merely acquaintances--strangers even. But just seeing how you've been nothing but resentful to him, like as if you've written down every possible comebacks to counter anything he will say, but now so soft and merry for someone else, it kicks something in that male-driven ego of his. His words eventually slipping before he can really assess it. But then, when has he ever really cared about what leaves his mouth.

"Does your boyfriend know you're alone with someone else in the confinement of a janitor's closet? Doesn't sound like the best thing to fess up to at the moment," He throws, stuffing his hands into the warmth of his pockets. Something about the way he conveyed it, tells you he gets off of it. His tone is suggestive, as well as the annoying smirk that you hate to say, you're becoming more familiar with because he does it ever so often.

It causes you roll your eyes, sighing and shoving your phone back to the comfort of your back pockets. "He doesn't need to know. Not like we're doing anything wrong. Besides, you asked for me to come, and I did. Not sure for what fucking reasons, but can we get this over with? I have class soon, and better shit to do." You're not denying nor confirming what Hongjoong is to you, but also because Seonghwa doesn't deserve to know the current status of your guys pending relationship.

"What kind of shit?" He asks, and a scoff of disbelief departs from your mouth. You really said all of that, but it's like Seonghwa only chooses to listen to what he wants, blocking everything else out that isn't worth an acknowledgement.

"Shit's that better than being in a foul smelling closet with a boy that's even worse than the stench."

Seonghwa laughs, embracing the fact that although you do something that grates his nerves, he's more amused at the sheer audacity you have, to have said some of the most absurd shit he's ever heard come out from a goody-two-shoes. He still can't help but to wonder if that something has to do with this guy, Kim Hongjoong.

"Fine, you can go." He takes a step back, creating a large empty space between the both of you.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden yielding. "I can?" Not going to lie, you were expecting for him to put up a much stronger fight.

He nods. "Or, unless you want to do something else--"

"--no please, god no. I'm getting the fuck out. But wait... you really asked to meet, for this...?" You call it "this" because you're not even sure what the correct matching term is.

"Just wanted to get to know you more, Kitty. That's it." He smiles, but you don't let it get to you, because for all you know, there's probably a sinister intention behind that stupid handsome smile.

"Okay, well... bye." You try to head out, only to be pulled into Seonghwa's embrace as you're faced against his chest.

"Wait." He signs, his index finger up in front of his mouth, telling you to hush, before peaking his head out the small crack of the door to check if you guys are in the clear.

"Go first, I'll come out after." And before you can even agree, Seonghwa had already pushed you out into the empty and echoing hallway. You look back at the door just one more time out of curiosity, before shaking your head and trailing to the first class of the day.

Maybe it's because you're still thinking about what the hell just happened back there; how you were alone with Park Seonghwa in some tight space for a humble few minutes, or because you're also theorizing whether or not he'll actually take down the post and pictures, but either way, you're very much consumed by the stream of thoughts.

You haven't even fully taken in the surroundings, until you bump face first into another body; that sweet, but manly scent of vanilla traveling up the brink of your nose, your heart reacting to the familiar aroma by doing a flip. And when you look up, of course it's no other than--

"Hey Y/n!" The boy in his bright red hair and black glasses--that's more for cosmetic purpose than for the enhancement of his eyesight, greets.

"Hey Hongjoong!" You welcome back the excitement of his with your own, maybe even more.

"I was looking for you," He blurts out a little too loosely, not sure how it came out, or if it gave away too much.

"I-I mean, because you know, we share the same morning class, of course." He tries to salvage whatever he still can, but unsure if it made any difference.

"Yeah." You laugh because you think he's adorable. Your mind going back to the conversation with Sumi and how she thinks, knows, that Hongjoong totally has a crush on you as well.

"Sorry, I had to sort some things out this morning," You speak, not lying, but also not wanting to disclose to him about what exactly happened. He doesn't need to know that the campus fuckboy dragged you into a dirty janitor closet to have a conversation about fucking nothing. You remember his text and you did replied, but with only a short "I'm okay" because just being near Seonghwa drained all the flirtatious energy in you.

"No problem. I was just... kind of worried, because I saw the post. Did he... do anything to you?" His word choices are careful and so is his tone. You can tell he definitely is worried, but still trying to come off not too prying. That's what you've always liked about Hongjoong. So sweet, so kind, and so respectful. God definitely took his time with him.

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Someone like him, he's all talk and no bites." You giggle, and Hongjoong follows shortly after.

"If you say so. But you know, if you ever need help, or anyone by your side, I'm always here for you. I can always call up Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang for extra hands as well. I know assholes like him doesn't play clean," Hongjoong states. And you admit, you were taken aback a little. Not by the offer, but because you've never even heard Hongjoong talk ill of anyone before, and it's also the first you've seen him so serious.

You nod. "Thank you, Hongjoong. I appreciate it. But no more talk of him. I can feel the kimbap from earlier coming back up. We should head to class before we're late, again."

Hongjoong chuckles from the small snark you just threw, before agreeing.

But both of you unaware and unsuspecting the whole time, to a dark figure looming in the corner just behind the wall, who overheard everything just now.

On a peaceful studious night, after having finished all assignments due for the next two weeks, you find yourself creeping to Seonghwa's blog out of sheer concern just to see if he really followed through with what he said. Although to be honest, you weren't expecting much.

When you hover over to his Blacklist, only to find no more trace of you or any gut-wrenching accusations that's probably false, your chest drops in relief. Park Seonghwa actually doing what he promised he would? Well shit, guess even pigs can fly at this point.

You're just glad. Glad you'll be receiving no more death stares as you walk past the canteen just trying to feed your system like any normal person. Glad there won't be anymore whispers that aren't really whispers in the first place, because you can clearly hear them talking shit about if you really smell, or how you probably planned everything from the beginning just to catch Seonghwa's attention. Like, gross? You'll rather step on legos.

But more than anything; glad you won't have to deal with the stupid, tall, black hair, with a punch-inducing smirk, daddy's boy.

Just as you're about to exit out the tab, to do anything else but linger on Seonghwa's territory, you hear that awful, stomach churning sound go off.

Not the kind that comes from Hongjoong's texts where it brings butterflies and makes you want to jump up and down in all sorts of girlish ways. But one where you know you'll come to hate and loathe within the next couple of weeks, or even months.

Whenever Park Seonghwa says "That's it." you need to take that as a major warning to run and never look back, because that's never it.

At the bottom of your screen with a notification visible, is a message from Satan himself.

park_seonghwa: hey kitty, wyd ;)

guns and roses.

synopsis : in which you and hongjoong make a deal to work together, for once, and yet it doesn’t go as it was planned.

pairing : hongjoong x you

themes : enemies to lovers & smut.

word count : 6.4k 

“stop moving, kim hongjoong.”

“maybe if you didn’t fuck this up and got us stuck here then maybe i’d reconsider.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck me? no thank you, i’m too busy.”

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