My Muse Part 1

My Muse part 1

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : mention of death , mention of murder, manipulation , cheating, drug mentioned

Author's note: All of my readers who are dilf lovers here is my treat for you people ...enjoy!!

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It would have been the happiest moment of a persons life if you got reincarnated into  your favourite manhwa. It's not like you didn't liked manhwa or the manhwa you are right now in was not your liking. But the problem was you were a side character in the manhwa who will me murdered by her own husband.

You were reading the manhwa 'I'll be the matriarch in this life" and had fallen asleep and when you opened your eyes you found your self in the manhwa itself. Everything was going alright your parents were very powerful noble who were the most powerful in the kingdom second to the house Lombardi.

You were the only daughter of your parents resulting in your parents loving you very much. And your father???? He was idiot for his daughter and it was well known in the kingdom. But the character in whose body you were in had a very dark future.

The girl falls for a man and as her parents love her so much , they agree to marry her to him . But then she caught him cheating on her . She tells him to give her divorce but he instead kills her by poisoning and then burns the dead body. Takes all the property saying that you ran away with someone else and you wronged him.

The only place you were mentioned in the manhwa was in the past life of Florentia that when she was having a bad time you always supported her you even told her to come into your household but she refused saying that Lambordi was her family .

And the second reason was your family's rivalry with house Lombardi. You need to save yourself from the dark future. And you choose what you needed to. And thats why you were standing in front of Rulac Lombardi trembling like a leaf.

Yes you requested no.... Begged your father to accept the proposal of house Lombardi so that you could become Florentia's dance teacher. As Shannet Lombardi was famous in the social circle because for her personality and authority you were famous because of your sense of fashion , dancing , kind nature and knowledge .

You were 15 years younger than Shanet and from Shanet's viewpoint you were alot tolerable than the other noble ladies. You never liked to badmouth or gossip and she was touched when one time after her divorce with her husband; when she heard some ladies badmouthinh her for not being" enough" for her bad excuse of a husband , you scolded them so badly that they ran away hiding there faces.

You were called the white Lotus of the high society. No one not even anyone in the house Lombardi ever tried to offend you.

You were also known as the golden Nightingale because of you voice or golden peacock because the way you dance makes people look at you without even flinching as if you will disappear. And getting scolded from you means they offended you and your family.

And it was seen by not only Shanet who smiled at a very cutely fuming with anger you but also Rulac Lombardi and Gallahan Lombardi. Florentia's whole mind was only on you and it had gone not unseen by the three.

And they were not able to stop swooning on you when she saw you ; as soon as you turned around after scaring the ladies muttering and grumbling. You accidentally noticed all of them staring at you and poof...... They saw a very red squirrel running away from them. You looked so cute stumbling and colliding with people running that even cold hearted Rulac was not able to stop his smile.

It was so sweet for them to find a kind soul in such a dark place that they talked about you in the household for days. Till Florentia's request came to request you to be her dance teacher .

And that's why her you were in front of the three people you never wanted to be.

Rulac Lombardi, Shannet Lombardi and Clerivan pellet. You were trembling like a little rabbit in front of them as if they will attack you now...and what you were not noticing was they were all thanking Florentia because of her they got to see someone so sweet and pure.

Shannet told you that they want you to teach Florentia dance to which you agreed and from then you started to get close to everyone in the house Lombardi.

Rulac had noticed the longing eyes and stare that Gallhan use give you. And Shanet had seen her younger brother peeping throw the door looking at you dancing . And when caught , making excuses like he was observing his daughter. Even Florentia had seen the dress sketchs on his father's desk in which the model always had your h/c haircolor and the your measurements written. The sketch he made of you holding Florentia.

It was noticed by the whole household that the young father longed for you. Even Gallahan himself knew this but he was ashamed to say that he was in love with someone almost 9 years younger than him. When he got ill you were the person who was most sad in the Lombardi.

You who knew that if Gallahan will dies , Florentia will be doomed to be abused again and you will be married to that man and get killed. You with the knowledge of what you read in the manhwa found the cure for the disease . Yes even after knowing that he will be saved by Estira you told  her the ingredients of the cure.

When he was on the bed you became his nurse. And even Rulac and Shannet were shocked that a lady of rival family working so hard to cure a member of their family. You hold Tia whenever she broke down and cried saying what if he will die??

That day both Gallahan and Rulac heard you telling Florentia about the cure and that you had made the cure but you dont know if it will work or not. And when Florentia said that she trust you the most even more than she trusts herself you broke down crying.

The men were shocked because of your devotion.The two man promised each other with silent nod to save you and protect you from the world you were afraid of. The day your medicine was used Gallahan stopped breathing for 1 min and you thought he died.

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𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝑺-𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business, but everything changes when you try to go to a club at like two in the morning.

𝑵-𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I'm alive guys..that's it. Hopefully this can make up for being absent for a very long time...

𝑾-𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | A lot of sexy shit. Was to lazy to write warnings sooo.

You spun around in front of the mirror in your room, glancing over your shoulder to check on the back of the dress. You’ve put on a black slit dress, satin silk wrapped around your body, showing a good shape of your curve.

Tonight is not actually your work hour at Shangri-La, but you’re going anyway, just to destress your mind for a moment. A few drinks with your fellow stripper friends, and maybe you could hook up with some rich, hot older men.

By the time you’re done with the light make up, you heard someone inserting code to the apartment’s door. Your assumption is Hwajin, since your younger brother is fast asleep at two in the morning in his room.

Long story short, he shared his apartment with you and your younger brother out of Kangseok’s order for the sake of your safety and the arrangement of your Pops, not that he complained.

The sexual tension between Hwajin and you have always been so obvious but neither of you willing to act upon it. Considering the both of you have a little struggle with your pasts, him with his dead fiance, and you with your dead older brother that’s annoyingly quite similar to him.

Grabbing your purse, you leave your own room, ready to go. And you find him walking into the bathroom, with nothing but only a gray jogger; you swear you could see sweats running down his broad back; decorated with various scars, not to mention that he put his hair in a man bun.

You unconsciously gulped down before clearing your throat, walking closer to the bathroom’s door watching him where he drank a mineral water, some of it spilled down across his neck, adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Blood rushed to your heart watching the tantalizing view.

“You went to the gym at two in the morning?” You raised a brow with a teasing tone. “Who does that?”

He’s not answering you until he finishes a bottle and throws it off to the trash can, only then he confirms, “I do.”

You snorted at his confident tone, “Weirdo.”

“Says the one eating ice cream with a fuck ton of sugar.” He mused, lifting the corner of his lips. He focuses on preparing a razor blade, to shave his stubble.

“At least I don’t need to disciplined a fuck ton of pikachus.” Refuse to back down, you snap back at him.

“At least I don’t need to fuck around with a bunch of old geezers.” He snickered with the same energy.

You pondered, “I sensed jealousy.”

He scoffed, finally looked up from his razor and met your gaze. Another witty remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes decide to take a look at you, making him freeze in the process.

The dress. The fucking black, thin, satin dress. Wrapped perfectly on your curves, the slit on the left side showing your smooth thigh, breast pushed up, red lips and red eyes shone with alluring aura.

Blood rushed to his heart watching the tantalizing view.

Hwajin raised a brow when he finally met with your eyes again, he wondered, “Last time I checked, today’s not your workday.”

“Who said I was going to work?” You tilted your head, crossing your hands on your chest.

“You’re going to the club at two in the morning? When everyone’s going home?” He sneered, charcoal eyes flickered. “Who does that?”

You snorted through your nose, pointing at yourself, “This crazy bitch does. Shangri-La never sleeps.”

Hwajin turned to face you fully, his whole body now perfectly on your display, as he sauntered towards you at the bathroom’s door, his broad and tall figure looming over you in a second.

“No, you don’t.” He stated, warm breath fanning your forehead.

A scowl immediately appeared on your face as you heard his demanding voice, you looked up at him and argued, “Yes I do, I’m going. I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“And I won’t let you go anywhere, not like this,” He eyed you up and down, “Go change, and you may go.”

“What are you, my dad?”

“I could be. Because you live under my roof, by my rules.”

“What rules? Me submitting to your possessive ass?”

“If that’s what you get from my statement, then so be it.”

More scoff coming from you, eyes peering over his charcoal ones, with disbelief, “You’re being unbelievably unreasonable.”

Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business.

But now is different, you’re actually just going to the club. That’s enough to make him a bit unsettled with your decision.

“I am being unreasonable because?” Hwajin tilted his head, challenging you.

“It’s only your nature,” You gaze up at him with your only last gut, despite fear start to gather inside your mind, “You’re a nosey fucker.”

He finally snapped.

With one swift action, he grabbed your jaw with only one hand, yanking you inside the bathroom, only for you to be pushed against the cold wall beside the sink.

You swallow a little grunt in the back of your throat. Watching him clenching his sharp jaws, drawing his face closer to yours, heavy breath against your lips.

“Say that again.” He pressed between his teeth, eyes never leaving yours. “Say that again, I dare you.”

His sudden roaring voice gets your knees weak, you didn’t believe your voice wouldn’t stutter if you open your mouth, so you choose to be silent.

“Thought so.” He retorted, filling your silence. Hwajin let go of your face. “Now go change.”

As stubborn as ever, you shake your head. “No.”

“No?” His eyebrows are raising. “Should I rip that dress off of you, then?”

“Is that a threat?” You finally got your voice back without deceiving.

Hwajin gulped down hard, eyes darkened, he pinched your chin with his index and thumb, “It is, if you don’t shut up.”

“Make me.”

“I’m sure you can beg better than that.”

Blood was all over your face when he said that very sentence with his deep voice, right beside your ear.

“Well?” Hwajin is back looming over your face. “Are you going to be a goodgirl and listen to me?”

Once again, you shake your head, disclosed, “This dress, or not at all.”

“Fucking minx.” He hoarse. “You’re gonna be so satisfying to tame.”

He crashed his lips against yours, it didn’t take long for you to submit to him eventually. Your head is getting dizzy, his kiss getting deep. His hands gripped your waist while yours traveled all over his naked chest.

One of his free hands reaches your jaw, leading you to tilt your head, giving him more access to slip his tongue into your mouth, muffling your moan with his.

When his hands move to caress your back, you automatically press your chest against his, making him groan when he feels your breast grazing his naked chest.

Hwajin grabs your thighs, lifting you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you off of the wall and sits you beside the sink.

You take a sharp breath when his rough palm kneads your breast. And his eyes widen when he can feel your nipple harden behind the thin silk.

“No bra?” He whispered against your lips, eyes glistening with lust. “You’re really enjoying yourself being a slut, huh?”

You gripped his shoulder and spoke, “Oh? You’re being unreasonable because I’m not your slut, is that what it is?”

“Don’t force me to ruin this pretty face of yours, doll.” His knuckles glide harshly on your cheek.

“Why not? You seem hellbent about me being a minx. If you want to ruin me, ruin me.” You whispered back with the most alluring voice.

Hwajin smirked, fingers dancing around your neck. “You bark a lot, you little whore. Wanna see how hard I can bite?”

Before you have time to answer, he grabs the front of your dress and tears it off, exposing your naked body before his eyes. You gasped.

“Hands on the sink.” He commanded, seeing you trying to cover your breast with your arm. “We don’t have to tie you up, do we?”

You shake your head and keep your hands on the edge of the sink, letting him drink up your glory naked curve.

Hwajin did the same with your thin lace, throwing them to the floor.

You hold your breath feeling the sudden contact of his finger on your wet labia, one of your hands automatically grip his bicep that rests on the sink.

“Already?” He mocked, licking his lips. “I haven’t even touched you.”

His thumb pressed your clit while he inserted two fingers inside you, making you lock his wrist between your thighs, but you still held out your moan, biting your lower lips to prevent it. He starts with a slow pace, moving his finger in and out.

Hwajin leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, he continued to kiss down your jaw, and neck. It didn’t take long before he found your sweet spot that made you jerk up your hips and groan.

“There it goes,” He laughed shortly in triumph, watching you writhing under his touch, groaning in pleasure.

He inserted the third, picking up the pace, thumb circling your clit. Your head is spinning, to the point you’re almost a moaning mess, fingers scratch his shoulder, neck full of burning red marks.

“Mhm, fuck—!” You cursed, feeling the knot on your stomach. “I’m close.”

Hwajin immediately pulled out his fingers, leaving you high and dry with the sudden loss of contact, your pussy gripped on nothing.

“Fucking hell, you freak, old man!” You protested.

“Aren’t you an angry little one?” He darkly laughed, taking his place between your thighs, “Be grateful that was your punishment.”

“I swear to God—!”

“He’s not here, but I am. So you better start begging to me.”

For a split second you contemplate your pride, but lust quickly takes over, your mind’s foggy, the only thing that’s clear in your head is Hwajin. Caging you between his rippled arms.

Out of frustration, you circle your legs around his waist, leading him to be closer to you, grinding yourself against his clothed cock, hard and twitching behind his gray jogger. He gripped your hips to stop you from moving.

“Badgirls don’t get my cock,” He breathed, leaning against your ear, “Be good and beg.”

With a fainted breath you plead, “Please—!”

“Please what?” He drew back from you and you panicked, but he let you hold his arm. He was going to free his cock, his jogger getting tight.

“Please, please, ruin me,” You raved, arms around his neck, wet pussy practically dripping, “Fuck me up, use me all you want, sir.”

Hwajin shrugged down his jogger, pulsing cock slap your thigh, he pushed back his loose hair before leaning down to kiss you hard.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He disclosed, leading his dick inside your warm opening. The both of you grunting here and there even when it’s only half of his dick going inside.

Your breath uncontrolled, trying so hard to take his cock in, it was the biggest you’ve ever seen, the girth and veins and all, so perfect to the point you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“Hwajin!” You yelped when he inserted more inches.

“Atta girl,” He praised, a smirk plastered on his face, “Screamed it.”

You writhed, hips curled up, breast grazing his chest, the feeling of his hard cock stroking your walls is dizzying, “Hwajin, sir—!”

His cock twitched, his breath hitched, “Fuck—I’m here, doll.”

He cursed under his breath when your wall gripped his dick with a vice grip, sucking him in further. He started with a painfully slow stroke, leaving you a moaning mess, trying to fuck yourself on his dick.

“That’s it,” His heavy breath feels warm against your neck as he nibbles on your skin, “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me.”

Despite the fact that you enjoyed his lovely affection, you don’t exactly want it to be like that. So you give him a push.

“Don’t go easy on me now, tiger.” You taunted, kissing his jaw, his stubbles tickling your smooth skin.

He snorted, cupping your jaw with one hand, “Big words come from a little girl.”

Hwajin pulled out and flipped you over so your back against his chest, one of his hands sneaked under your arm, gripping your neck so you’d look up at yourself in front of the mirror.

The way his bigger posture looming over you, his gaze ever so sharp met against yours through the mirror, as he kissed your nape and shoulder. His free hand runs down your spine, making your back bent under his delicate touch.

“Count.” He dictated, when he rested his rough palm on your ass.

One hard slap against your ass cheek and you groan in pain, but still manage to spell out, “One—!”

One more, sharper.

“Two!”

Another one, harder.

“Three—fuck!”

Hwajin is a powerful man. He knew every spank he gave you was harder than any average man would do. That’s because he knew you could take it. You’re stronger than most, he didn’t hesitate to take his anger out on you.

You continued to count until ten, both your ass cheeks now burning red, his hand print made him proud of it.

“If only I had known from the start, that all it takes for you to shut up is fucking the attitude out of you, I would’ve done this sooner.” He sneered, glancing at your panting state through the mirror.

His cock twitching up watching your red cheeks, sweat glistening to your chest, “You know you look prettier when you choked on my hand, pretty doll.”

You hummed and pushed back your ass, bumping his cock in the process, hurrying him to get inside you. “Please, sir.”

“Tell me what you want, I will grant it.” He crashed his chest against your back. “Remember, you only have to beg.”

“I want it—” You stuttered when he distracted you by grazing his cock on your wet labia. “—Mhmm, fuck. Wanna cum on your cock, sir.”

The devilish smile appeared on Hwajin’s face, “Greedy, greedy girl.”

He’s back grabbing your hips, re-entering you from behind. A long moan coming out of you when he thrust all the way in. Not wanting to hold himself back, he set a rapid pace pounding your walls.

You don’t find anything to gripped except clawing the mirror in front of you, watching yourself so lewd when you get fucked. The slaps sound echoing around the bathroom.

Hwajin’s hand back gripping your neck from behind, his eyes locked into yours, heavy breath against your neck as he grunted, “You’re my slut. Only mine.”

“I—Mhmm, ‘m yours.” You mumbled, shutting your eyes for a moment when he glided down to get a hold of your breast, jiggling on his palm as he furiously thrusted in and out of you.

He rambled out praise for you while you’re just whining in pleasure, feeling his dick stroke your walls just right, sliding in and out, his breath raged on your neck, broad sweaty chest grazing your back.

“It’s getting bigger.” You groaned, feeling his cock stretching you more and more.

His ego boosted, Hwajin fumed with a deep hoarse voice, “It’s yours.”

You respond with a tighter grip around his cock.

“Thank me.” He mused with dignity.

You moaned, “Thank you, sir.”

“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t—” He gritted his teeth, lean back to grab your hair and pulled it while his other hand pressed down the edge of your back, “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Too—fuck, too rough, Hwajin, sir, please—!” You whined, pleasure coming from every part of your body.

“Am I now?” He teased, picking up his face, “You deserved it anyway. C’mon, this is what you begged me for, so take it. Take it like a goodgirl you are.”

“Oh—please!”

One hard thrust and you finally come, he rewarded you with a quick peck on your shoulder. He let go of your hair, your half body collapse on the sink while he fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.

He jerked up and emptied himself inside you, along with a few curses under his breath, hands still gripping your waist tightly.

A few minutes passed, the both of you coming down from your high. He pulled out of you, cum dripping down to your thighs. He turned you around to face him, face flushed and glowed with sweats.

“You alright?” Hwajin asked, giving you a sweet kiss.

You mumbled against his mouth, “Never better.”

He looked around, finding your ruined dress and lace on the floor, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing the corner of his lips.

“Yeah.” He grabbed your ass, pushing you toward him, leaning into your touch. “Jump, let’s get your sweaty ass a bath.”

You giggled and slapped his shoulder, “You stink too, fugly old man!”

“You like that I’m an old man, really.”

“Unfortunately I do. So, could I be yours to claim?”

“Without question, pretty doll.”

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

After a few hours you finally pull up to what you assume to be his parents' home. Your nerves are starting to get the best of you, your mind beginning to run away from you. Is it really okay for you to be here? What will his parents think of you? His siblings? Oh goodness, did they even want you here? Are you inconveniencing them? Maybe you didn't think this through enough. Is it too late to cancel? Maybe you could book a hotel room and take the train back tomorrow? Before you can get more into your head, you hear your name being called.

"Everything is going to be okay Darling. You have nothing to be worried about. Okay? Kimi and I will be here with you." You glance up to look at Sakusa standing in front of you, eyes boring into yours with a reassuring smile on his face. You nod your head before he's leaning in to plant a quick kiss to your lips, the action easily helping to ground you. "Thank you." You whisper as he slowly pulls away. You watch as a smirk appears on his face, clearly enjoying how easily he can comfort you.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hurry up! Grandma said she made my favorite!" Your attention is brought to the little girl already at the front steps in the arms of a woman you know to be Sakusa's mother, the resemblance between the two absolutely striking. "We're coming, baby!" Sakusa responds as he grabs your bags and motions for you to follow. You're so nervous that you don't realize what Kimi had referred to you as, too busy focusing on not making a fool of yourself in front of his parents.

You watch as Kimi is being placed on the ground so that she could properly greet Sakusa. "Look at my son! You've put on some weight! It looks like you're finally eating properly!" His mom beams as she pulls him into a hug and plants a kiss on his cheek, giving it a quick squeeze before turning her attention to you.

"Oh! You must be yn! I've heard so much about you from Kimi and Kiyoomi! It's so good to finally meet you! Don't be shy! Come here! Let me get a good look at you." Sakusa steps aside to let you take his place in front of his mother. She places both hands on your face, the smile on hers growing wider. "Ah! The pictures they showed me don't do you justice. You're much more beautiful in person! No camera can capture your true beauty!" You feel heat rising to your cheeks not only being under her stare but also because of her compliments. Sakusa failed to mention that he'd talked about you to his parents, so you feel caught off guard, but in a good way.

You mumble your thanks, your face still being squished between her hands. You hear Sakusa clear his throat from beside you. "Mom, you're embarrassing her!" She clicks her tongue, a disapproving look pointed at him before finally releasing your face from her grip. "It's not embarrassing if it's true!" He lets out a sigh before quickly introducing the both of you.

"Where's dad?" He questions, trying to change the subject. "He went to the store, I forgot to get Kimi's favorite juice when we were there earlier and I didn't want my grand baby to be sad." Sakusa let's out a sigh, clearly not liking how his daughter is already being spoiled and it hasn't even been five minutes. Sakusa shifts from one foot to the other, bags knocking against each other, getting his mom's attention before she remembers that you need to put your things away.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to share a room or if you slept separately. I've prepared your room for you Kiyoomi and the guest room for yn. You can decide your sleeping arrangements and I'll have Kimi help me set the table for dinner." You watch as Kimi's eyes light up, clearly happy to be able to help her grandma out. You both thank her before Sakusa is leading you up the stairs to your rooms.

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Sakusa leads you into the dining room, but judging by the delicious aromas wafting from the room and the laughter of Kimi along with her grandmother's, you would have been able to find it on your own.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hurry! I'm hungry!" Kimi practically squeals as you enter the room, your eyes practically bulging out of your sockets. You glance over at Sakusa, who's already looking over at you with fondness. You know you had the talk with Kimi about why she couldn't call you mommy, but with everything that's happened and what Sakusa had told you earlier, you can't help but become emotional.

"Why are you crying yn-ie?" You touch your face at her question, realizing that you are in fact crying. You turn to look at Sakusa who's already pulling you into a hug as you sob into his chest. You feel a tug on your pants, causing you to look down, and when you do, you see a concerned three year old looking back at you. "Is it because I didn't listen to you and I called you mommy? I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to be my mommy. But if you don't want to...that's okay too." You watch as tears pool in her eyes, watch as she desperately tries to stop the tears from falling by rubbing at her face with her tiny fists. Your immediate reaction is to pick her up and press her tightly to you, a hand running soothing circles on her back. "I do. I do want to be your mommy, baby. Of course I do. But do you really want me to be your mommy?" Your voice comes out a little shaky after having cried a few minutes ago.

She nods her head, a big smile already on her face. "Yes! You already do all the things my friends' mommies do for them. You take care of me, you buy me things, you give me all the hugs and kisses I ask for, you play with me, you make me yummy food, and you make daddy happy!" You listen as she lists off all the traits she thinks a mother should have and you can't help but feel your heart grow ten times in size. "You even scold me if I do something wrong," she pouts before adding, "but I know it's because you love me and you're worried about me!" You and Sakusa try to hide your chuckles, watching as her face brightens as her explanation ends. You let out a sigh before bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. "When did you become so smart? Hmm?" She grins before wrapping her arms around you and resting her head on your shoulder. "It's because you're also a good teacher, mommy." She mumbles into the crook of your neck, shying away from the looks everyone in the roon was giving her.

You turn to look at Sakusa who's just observing everything between the two most important people in his life, the hearts in his eyes giving away his thoughts. "Where's the nearest toy store? I need to see if they have that squishmallow she's been wanting, or better yet I'll just buy the whole store." You say which earns a chuckle from him.

You hear someone clear their throat, your attention being brought back to not only Sakusa's mother, but also who you assume to be his father, and his sister that you've seen pictures of. "Why don't we eat now that we're all here, yes? I'm sure you guys are starving from the drive here." His mother says while motioning for the three of you to take your seats. Sakusa leads you to a chair, helping you into the seat before he's taking Kimi and placing her in the chair beside him.

Dinner goes by quickly, conversation flowing easily the more you get to know his family. Kimi makes it known to everyone just how much she loves you and enjoys spending time with you, which you can only assume helps them take a liking to you faster. Before you know it you're helping clear the table before his mother and sister practically push you into Sakusa's arms. "It's about time for Kimi's bed time right? Why don't the both of you get her ready for bed and we'll take over from here." His sister says before ushering the three of you out of the room. "Mommy? Can you help me wash up?" You look over at Sakusa who's nodding his head. "I'll get her pajamas ready." You're sure that your cheeks will be hurting in the morning with how much you've smiled tonight.

I told y'all we were getting some fluff. Lol. Our little family needed a break!

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My Muse part 2

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : manipulation , drug mentioned , half consented sex , sexual activities, pregnancy, obsession, huge age gap between couple , try of sexual assault , Stockholm syndrome, obsession

Author's note: Enjoy!!

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You slumped on the floor trying to stop your self from crying . When Florentia hugged her father, who you missed that was now sitting.

You forgetting that other people were there too hugged the poor man so tight. Gallahan was teared between wiping tears of the two most important girls in his life. The rest of the day was gone celebrating when suddenly you got a letter from your household.

You are to return to talk about your marriage with the person from which you ran away. When Rulac told you about the letter in front of Florentia and her father , the twins and Shannet . They all noticed how badly you were trembling. You requested Rulac to contact to the temple to make you a nun as you don't want to marry.

The saintess was the real position that the temple would have given you happily if you ever asked . And this was know by every one in the house but noone liked it. Shannet took you to your room and told you to rest.

From there she had directly gone to meet his brother. She handed a vial to Gallahan saying

" Don't be a fool and let the phoenix go away , make her yours before you loose the opportunity."

The next day when Rulac called you to his office you thought it was about your request from temple. But when he gave you the proposal to marry his youngest son you rejected the proposal so fast that it surprised Florentia too. You told that you are not planning to marry anyone. You want to devote your life to God.

Florentia had now started to spend more time with you. She always says that how good you are and how good it would have been if you would have been her mother. You were tired of listening this and told her not to try and convince you. When you said that to her; she said that if you will marry her dad how you will be safe.

And how no one else will try to hurt you . And then there was a ball for Gallahan's birthday the next day. Gallahan himself delivered the dress to your room . The dress was almost similar to what Tia showed you, while telling you what she was going to wear.

Shannet who helped you to get ready told you to think about the proposal again as you have nothing to loose of you accepted the proposal.

You were hopping from here to there in the ball with Perez , twins and Florentia . This gave Gallahan chance to mix the potion into a drink and sending it to you by the hands of Shannet. When after drinking it you started to feel dizzy the children took you to your room.

But from there it all got tangled . When Tia told about your condition to Shannet and she gave a knowing signal to Gallahan to go to you. Florentia who was suspicious asked her

" What happened aunt??"

"Nothing dear I think lady Y/n L/n will soon be your mother "

Was the only reply she got when everyone in the ball saw a loudly screaming and trembling you hiding behind Gallahan and Rulac while Viese Lombardi was trying to tell something.

Viese was giving excuses that how you from start tried to seduce him and today too taking advantage of his drunk state you lured him into the empty room.

Shannet and Gallahan both knowing that it was not their plan . They just wanted that Gallahan could have enough time to take you . And then tell how you must now marry him as temple will not take someone who is not virgin anymore. But this idiot brother of their had done them a favour.

You were trembling like a leaf and crying your heart out thinking you will be killed as Lombardi will saw you as guilty. But when Shannet slapped Viese while the kids and Gallahan supported you ...... You melted. You hated yourself. Why did you reject this man . Who saved your prestige and honour today.

Rulac knowing that it had something to do with Shannet and Florentia and understanding the chance punished Viese by stripping him from his title throwing him out of Lombardi. He just wanted you to join his family make his youngest sons wife. No one else is better than a pure angel like you herself.

In the night when you were silently crying in your room and Gallahan came to meet you. You hugged him hard repeating apologies again a again . When he somehow was able to stop you . He slowly guilt tripped you telling you how bad he felt that on his birthday his brother was thrown out.

You felt so guilty that you told him that you accept his proposal to be his wife. Before you could have said anything he kissed you hard , undressing you from your clothes and pushing you on the bed.

With the new satisfaction he had , that now you two are connected and you are totally his. You lost your virginity, still half willing and half confused. You head messed up due to pleasure. He thrusted himself into you thanking you again and again. For choosing him. To be his wife. For choosing Florentia. Telling you how much of a good girl you are.

Telling you that how you are now his. And how he will keep you and Tia safe. How Tia will be so happy to have a mother finally. He came deep inside you not pulling out when you tried to push him. Hugging your tired body closed to him .Not pulling out even when you whined and begged him that the overstimulation is just too much. Keeping his softened cock inside.

He told you sweetly kissing your face while thrusting into your warm and tired trembling body that how you need to get pregnant with his child as soon as possible. So that Tia can have a sibling to play with. And people will not call this marriage a sham.

You cried telling him that you are to young . But he coaxed you saying how much of a  good mother you will make. As how much the children like you. And when you stared at him with your confused teary eyes . He lost himself. Growing hard instantly thrusting inside you like love sick man.

He is patting your hair hugging your passed out body close. Now he have you. You are not going anywhere. You will be with him and his daughter.  He kissed you naked shoulder. all his. You. His child that will soon grow inside you. Your time. Everything.

The dress you were wearing right now was the most famous from the Gallahan store. You were now the reason of jealousy in the whole Kingdom. Your father took you to the wedding aisle where Gallahan was waiting for you.

He kissed you after you two exchanged your rings. The ladies muttering that how you will not be staisfied in the bedroom and how because he already have a daughter your womb will never be filled. You tried to ignore the gossips as you knew that you were pregnant.

Everyone in your house and house Lombardi knew. And they were glaring at the women.All the muttering stopped when Gallahan kneeled in front of you kissing you belly and announcing your pregnancy. It shutted the mouth of the guests .

At night when he took you into princess style and took you to your now shared bed chamber with a possesive look in his eyes telling you that how he is not convinced enough because your bump is not that obvious. Even after being checked by multiple Doctors and being confirmed to be pregnant...... You are in for a long night....

You are strolling in the garden  with Perez and Tia. Both of them had their ears on your heavy belly trying to hear the baby . You are giggling due to the baby kicking. Suddenly you were hugged by your husband from behind.

Both Florentia and Perez are now nowhere to be seen. He sat you on the bench  kneeling in front of you. He took your shoes off and started to slowly massage your swollen feet.

"So is Griffin giving you hard time today dear?? "

He said kissing you hand and then belly. Resting his forehead over your belly and he felt the baby kicking.

He kissed the spot where he felt the kick and scolded

" Hush ! Don't give more pain to your mother , she is already struggling to walk with her swollen feet due to your weight. Don't be mean to her."

To which you couldn't help but giggle.

He then grabbed your ankle kissing your feet.

"Should we retire to our room for the day my wife?? You need to take your energy nap before dinner.."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming , you were lucky that you got such a good husband . And a daughter that cares for you so much . A  sister- in -law who is always ready to do anything to comfort your pregnancy hunger and mood . A father in law who loves you like your own father . Ordering a thousand of items for the unbron child.

The nephews ( twins) and soon to be son in law  (Perez) who are so protective of you.

You were now sound asleep not knowing the stares of adoration those people were giving you. Now with a child of Lombardi blood inside you, you will never be able to escape from this place. Soon enough the child that you will bore will also be on their side keeping you safe.

You were not knowing that now you are caged in the cage made of gold.

i wanna be yours — 06

summary: in which bts find themselves completely and utterly infatuated with one of the members of hybe's newest girl group, le sserafim

warning: 5-10 year age gap, oc is of consenting and legal age, yandere bts, unhealthy possessive, and obsessive behavior, violence, smut, idol au

ratings: 18+ (minors dni)

pairs: ot7 x reader

chapter warnings: none

a/n: poor garam has been set up and y/n is not taking it well :( but here comes yoongi to save the day :)

word count:

So maybe you overestimated exactly how much HYBE could help Garam's career and image.

It was a mistake for you to believe that the company would easily be able to make the scandal go away considering how successful it was with some of the biggest K-pop bands in the world under the label. You also were wrong to believe that Bang PD was some sort of fairy godfather who could wave his magic wand and make the whole situation go away. Deep down inside, you deluded yourself into thinking that the situation was something that could easily be fixed. It was your fault, really.

"The only thing we can do for right now is to put out a statement to clear Garam's name. The situation has already blown up and many netizens are demanding an explanation. We'll explain what actions we will take moving forward and see what will happen." Bang PD explained.

He slid over a piece of paper where you and your bandmates were sitting, giving the six of you the chance to read what was going to be put out on the internet. You read it slowly, wishing that HYBE would be more passive-aggressive with it but knew that the tone of the statement could sway what people thought. It was simple, straight to the point, and carefully explained what Source Music and HYBE would be doing.

Hello, this is HYBE.

We would like to inform you about our position regarding the suspicions related to Kim Garam, who is a member of LESSERAFIM, a girl group from Source Music under HYBE.

Since yesterday, there have been accusations made against her on various websites, and we have conducted an internal verification process. The results are as follows:

The recent allegations were cunningly edited to maliciously slander Kim Garam over the events that occurred during the time when she was making friends in the early stages of middle school.

Contrary to the claims, it was confirmed through a third-party statement that Kim Garam was a victim of school bullying, including malicious rumors and cyberbullying, when she was in middle school.

In addition, it was confirmed that the rumors, such as that Kim Garam was a trainee at another agency or that she leaked internal documents, are not true.

We believe that the allegations are maliciously intended to harm the artist who is about to debut, and we inform you that Source Music has taken legal action against the spread of unilateral and distorted allegations and false information related to this case.

Therefore, we sincerely ask you to refrain from speculative reporting based on suspicions that are currently being maliciously raised online.

Furthermore, the allegations that have been raised contain defamation of character against someone who is still a minor who recently made her debut as a celebrity, and we would like to clearly state that we will take legal action without any settlement or leniency.

Thank you.

"Chaewon, Garam, is there anything that should be added or removed? Since Chaewon is the leader and Garam is being accused, I want to be sure that both of you are okay with the statement before it is released."

Chaewon nodded her head. "I think it's good. What do you think, Garam?" She placed her hand on the younger's shoulder, gently squeezing it.

"It looks good," Garam said quietly. "Thank you for doing this. I know idol scandals can get messy, especially ones involving bullying. And thank you for believing me."

Bang PD smiled at her warmly. "Of course, Garam, it's no problem at all. You're a member of HYBE now and we protect our family."

"I do have a question though—will I will be continuing promotions with the group? We just debuted and I would hate it if everybody else's image got ruined because of me."

Hyeongeun gave her a grim look. "We think it's best if you go on a hiatus until the situation is cleared up. As much as we would love for you to be part of being promotions, many fans are upset with the accusations and are demanding that you be removed from the group. If you're still promoting with the rest of the group, a bad image will fall on everybody and we don't want that since you guys just debuted."

Garam knew it would be in vain to hope that she would still be allowed to promote the Fearless EP but there was a sliver that she held onto. The hope that she had was now crushed, alongside the dreams she had of being an idol. She got to be part of the group for about two weeks before the accusations came forward but now it was blatantly obvious that her career was going to end here. All the years she spent as a trainee and preparing to debut with Le Sserafim vanished with the snap of her fingers. She didn't know who was accusing her of such a thing and how a person could come up with such an elaborate story but she was sure that they had been scheming for a while. Surely it wasn't something that somebody came up with overnight.

"I understand." She said quietly.

You patted her back gently, smiling sadly as Garam did her best to return it. The meeting wrapped up within the next few minutes, and the management team dismissed you guys to head back to your dorms. With everything that had gone on within the past two hours, the best thing was for everybody to rest and come to terms with what was going on.

"I think I'm gonna stay here a little longer so I can work on some songs. I'll probably see you guys around dinnertime? Or earlier depending on how productive I can be." You sighed at the mere thought of struggling to help produce a few songs for the future.

"Okay, make sure you come back in time for dinner. I don't want you to come home around midnight again after being trapped in the studio all day." Sakura gave you a side hug.

"Will do, unnie. You can come get me if I'm not back by 5:30."

You bid your goodbyes to your bandmates before getting off on the fourth floor where the studios were located. Le Sserafim was given their own studio once the team was solidified and you were free to use it whenever need be. You didn't have a personal studio and as far as you knew, the only ones who had one were the BTS members. What allowed you to have your own studio in HYBE was unknown to you but you hoped that one day you would have your studio where you could record and produce songs. Producing music was something you recently got into while the Fearless EP was in the works and the producers taught you how to start creating your own music. It was difficult at first but now you were producing a song for Yunjin and got permission to help with the next EP.

There was nothing more satisfying than putting in the code for the studio and hearing the music that played after you unlocked the door. You grinned to giddily, nodding your head before stepping into the studio and shutting the door behind it. You immediately locked the door before collapsing into the seat in front of the mixtable.

You scooted closer to log into the computer, placing the headphones provided by HYBE on your head. You turned Do Not Disturb on your phone and immediately began working, pulling up Yunjin’s song that she had written since the lineup for Le Sserafim was announced.

It was a song that she wrote for the two of you and the other Fimmies, describing what the seven of you went through as trainees, leading up to joining Le Sserafim, and finally debuting. It commemorates the journey that you all had gone through, the struggles and success told by Yunjin.

“It’s a story about us.” She explained shyly as you skimmed the lyrics.

You were the first person Yunjin turned to after she began writing the song, seeking advice about the lyrics and production of the song. She was nervous that you would judge and find the song stupid, but you absolutely loved it.

“I want to celebrate our journey of being trainees and part of Le Sserafim. It’s an oath to everything we’ve been through together.”

I don't know what I'd be doin' without you You love who I am 'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you I'll reach for your hand In this ugly world where the color is fading You're beautiful in every color and shade, I Don't know if you drink But raise a glass to the past in thе story of us

"Unnie, this is so good." You gaped. "You wrote this all by yourself?"

Yunjin nodded her head. "Yeah, I've been writing this for the past few months."

"Daebak, you're a really good songwriter." You read over the lyrics again, unable to stop a smile from forming across your face. "I'm going to cry when you finish your song."

Blood rushed to Yunjin's cheeks as a wide grin formed across her face. "I hope you're sobbing by the time it's done."

Neither of you knew whether or not Source Music was going to allow Yunjin to release it anytime soon since Le Sserafim just debuted but you worked on the song nevertheless. As soon as Yunjin got the green light, she wanted to release the song immediately so you were working hard on it just in case it would be released sooner than either of you thought.

You were cooped up in the studio for about three hours before finally leaving the studio to take a break. A dull ache settled in your temple about half an hour prior and slowly started to become a headache. If you stared at the computer any longer, you were sure to get a migraine. You sluggishly walked down the hall in search of the bathroom as a well-overdue bathroom break was needed.

After using the bathroom, you headed back toward the Le Sserafim recording studio, walking much slower than you did earlier. The personal studios of the Bangtan members caught your eye, lingering around each door to observe the outside of it. There wasn't much to see considering that only the names of their studio were next to the door but you still stared at each one, wondering what the inside looked like from a first-person perspective. You had only seen their studios in pictures and videos, but neither was the same as witnessing them in real life.

You stood in front of the Genius Lab, analyzing the door as if some sort of code was waiting to be cracked. Yoongi was one of the people you wanted to produce a song with after having heard his incredible producing skills. After listening to That That and learning that Yoongi produced it made you want to talk to him more to gain more skills about how to produce your own skills. Admittedly, you fell into a rabbit hole about him a couple nights back after clicking on link after link and found out about his whole life story along the way.

"Imagine being called The Hand of Midas." You sighed enviously. "That's the coolest nickname to have."

"What are you doing outside of my studio?'

You snapped your head up in alarm, stepping back when you noticed that you were face to face with Yoongi. You gasped, stumbling backward before apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, I was looking at the outside of everybody's studios and got caught up in my thoughts. I'm sorry."

Yoongi stared at you in amusement, keeping his mouth shut as you rambled on. He wanted to see how long you would apologize and explain yourself before realizing he wasn't mad at you for standing outside his door. If anything, he was glad that you were the one who sought after him first, even if it was unknowingly.

"Please don't be mad at me." You squeaked out.

Much to your surprise, Yoongi began chuckling, his eyes crinkling as his chuckles turned into laughs. You laughed along too, albeit more nervously, eyeing him as he continued to laugh for a reason you didn't know.

"Haha...why are we laughing?"

"I'm not mad at you, Y/N. Quite the opposite, actually."

"Really?"

Yoongi moved aside and gestured for you to walk into his studio. You slowly walked in, wondering if you had fallen into some sort of trapped as you observed his studio. It was quite large, bigger than the studio he had back at the BigHit building. The room was scarcely decorated, almost little to no decorations hanging on the walls. Despite the blank walls, his studio seemed crowded with the giant speakers that took up most of his desk and the large TV that as mounted on the wall in front of it. Genius Lab truly looked like a musician’s studio.

“You are single-handedly responsible for all of the pollution in the environment.”

You eyed the water bottles that were gathered on the corner of his desk, counting at least a dozen. Yoongi grimaced, grabbing a handful before tossing them into the trash. He slid himself between you and his desk, giving you a smile to distract you from the embarrassing amount of empty bottles. He gestured for you to take a seat on the couch, sitting down at his desk himself.

"So what are you doing on this floor? I haven't seen you or the rest of your group here once." Yoongi leaned back in his seat, placing his hands behind his head.

"I'm in a nearby studio working on some songs." You answered.

At the mention of making songs, Yoongi immediately perked up and sat up straight again. You quickly followed his actions, alarmed that you said something offensive with your answer.

On the contrary, Yoongi seemed quite excited that you made your own songs. As far as he knew, there weren't that many junior groups who produced their own music but that also could be because he doesn't talk to any group outside of Tomorrow X Together. He was eager to talk to you about you knew and even wanted to teach you the ropes if you didn't know much. It wasn't often that he taught other people about producing music and he wanted you to be his first (and only) protégé.

"You produce songs?" Yoongi asked.

"Sometimes..." You trailed off.

You remained vague with your answers, fearing that he would ask to listen to some of the songs you were working on and quite frankly, that was the last thing you wanted. While it was far-fetched that he would care about your song production, you were still afraid that he would want to listen. You would rather jump off of a bridge then let the Min Yoongi listen to your half-finished songs.

"I just started learning though so I have a long way to go before I can start producing good songs." You quickly added.

"I can teach you a few tips and tricks that can go a long way." Yoongi offered.

You immediately shook your head. "No, it's okay. I'm sure you're too busy with your own songs. Thank you though." Of course, you were grateful that Yoongi was even offering to teach you how to produce songs but he also had much better things to do than give you a one-on-one lesson. You didn't want to waste his time when he could do something that was more productive.

"Too busy for you? Never." Yoongi pulled up a new file much to your shock, naming it 'Y/N' before you could stand up to stop him.

Defeatedly, you settled down in the chair that he pulled up to his desk. scooting a bit closer but still remaining a respectful distance. Yoongi, however, had a different idea and grabbed the arm of your chair to roll you closer to him. He pushed you forward so that you were right in front of his desk, settling his arm on your chair. You pressed your lips together at the proximity, choosing to ignore how half of his body managed to be pressed up against yours and instead focus on the computer screen. Wasn't this the man who seemed to hate touching other people?

Unsurprisingly, Yoongi was great at teaching you the basic of producing music. He explained everything at a kindergarten level, speaking slowly so you could understand all of the technical terms he was using. If there was any confusion, he happily explained anything over again and wouldn't move on until you convinced that yes, you understood the second time around and no, a third explanation was unnecessary. It was fun creating your own song with Yoongi, playing around with different beats and rhythms before adding instruments in the background to your liking.

"Oh wow, it's already six." Yoongi sighed, as he checked the time on his phone.

"Six?"

Your eyes widened, realizing that you overstayed yet again at HYBE. You were supposed to be home by now but had gotten too caught up with Yoongi that you didn't notice how fast time had flown by. "I have to go home right now."

"Is there something you need to do?" Yoongi asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, I just promised my bandmates that I would be home by 5:30 before they left HYBE so I could be back in time for dinner."

You unlocked your phone, clicking on your notifications to see that the others had spammed you in the group chat but stopped texting five minutes ago when Chaewon assumed that you got caught up in the studio. They simply told you to come back soon and not to forget to eat dinner before ending the conversation. You frowned, feeling. guilty that you had neglected the group chat and that they waited for you to come home in vain.

"What's with the long face, angel?" There was an identical frown on Yoongi's face, his mood dampening when he saw your face drop as you scrolled through your phone. "Did your bandmates say something?"

You ignored his displeased tone, tossing your phone onto the desk before leaning back in your seat. "No, they just told me to not to forget to eat dinner and that they would see me later tonight"

"It's alright, it's only one dinner you're missing." Yoongi patted your head comfortingly.

"I know, it's just that we're going through some problems right now and I wanted to be there for dinner after everything that's happened over the past few days." You sighed, unconsciously leaning further into Yoongi's touch.

He hid his smile before pouting, doing his best to sympathize with you. He was pleased to know that Garam's bullying scandal had taken the internet by storm just like how he and the other members wanted to. In a matter of minutes, her career came crashing down and there were thousands of people calling for her removal from Le Sserafim. Even with the statements HYBE and Source Music were inevitably going to release, there was no coming back for Kim Garam. Jungkook and Taehyung made sure to hire enough of her former classmates and pay them a handsome amount of money to keep their mouths shut. The young students were more than happy to play along with Bangtan's desire to ruin Garam's career when they saw the money that was being offered. It amazed them how cruel and ugly people could be but it gave them all the more of a reason to take you in and protect you from people like Garam's classmates.

"Oh, I heard about the scandal with Garam." Yoongi cautiously treaded, careful not to upset you with the wrong words.

"Who hasn't?" You mumbled.

"I'm sure HYBE and Source Music has everything under control, Y/Nie. After all, you guys are under the most powerful corporation in South Korea. Her scandal can be brushed under the rug and forgotten in no time. Don't worry too much and let them do all of the work."

Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You tensed for a second, causing Yoongi to almost pull away but you leaned back, letting his arm drape around you. Despite the uncomfortable position from both of your chairs being between the two of you, you turned your head to place your chin on his shoulder before letting out a frustrated huff. Now, Yoongi normally wasn't an affectionate person and rarely initiate physical touch but he immediately caught on with how you liked it. If being affectionate was how he could get you to soften your heart towards him, then so be it. He was willing to take full advantage.

Yoongi chuckled, amused and endeared at how even your anger was innocent and childlike. Here you were, willingly sitting in the arms of one of the men who was the reason behind your precious bandmate and best friend was going to be kicked out of Le Ssearfim and never seen again. "Do you wanna get dinner so you can take your mind off of things? I know a great jajangmyeon and jjamppong nearby here." He suggested.

You pulled away from his embrace, nodding your head excitedly at the mention of food. The mere thought of eating made your stomach growl. You were excited to get out of HYBE and eat to your heart's content after unintentionally starving yourself all day. "Yes, please."

Yoongi chuckled, ruffling your hair before leading you out of his studio. Seeing the way you accepted his comfort without a second thought despite walking on eggshells around him since you first met made him realize how easily he could sink his claws into you during moments of vulnerability. You sought comfort from anybody who could provide it and as long as he or the other members were around, there was no doubt that you would fall into their trap.

“You don’t mind if Namjoon joins us for dinner, do you?”

“Namjoon sunbaenim?”

You gulped, suddenly nervous about having dinner. You had only just gotten comfortable with Yoongi after being stuck in Genius Lab with him for two hours and you were still a bit uneasy around him. Surely you wouldn’t be able to sit through a dinner with him and Namjoon.

"I won't ask him if you don't want me to," Yoongi quickly added, noticing your discomfort. "It can just be the two of us."

"No, it's okay if he comes. I don't mind."

You and Yoongi had barely sat down yet you felt like you had indigestion. You mentally notes to ask the waiter for your own jug of water when he came back with your food. Drinking a copious amount of water was the only way you were going to be able to get your food down.

Yoongi gave you a skeptical look but he simply nodded, pulling out his phone to send Namjoon a text. You looked away before taking a big gulp of water, cursing yourself for willingly agreeing to have dinner with your senior. It was your fault, really, and you knew you could blame nobody but yourself. Sometimes you wished that you had the courage to say no whenever you were put in an uncomfortable situation but the people-pleaser in your refused to let you. Especially when the said people you were trying to please were your extremely famous, extremely popular, extremely successful seniors.

Namjoon showed up at the restaurant much sooner than you anticipated. He had been in his own studio just down the hall at the same time you and Yoongi were so the trek took less than ten minutes, which was not enough time to prepare for his appearance. You smiled tightly at him, settling with a simple wave before listening to him and Yoongi talk about what to eat. They stared at the menu for quite a while, arguing about what to order and which dish was the best. You remained silent, allowing them to decide for you what to eat since you didn't have the heart to tell them what you wanted.

"Do you prefer jajangmyeon or jjamppong?"

You snapped your head up to see both of them staring at you intently, the menu still in their hands. It took you a second to realize that they were speaking to you, blinking rapidly before you cleared your throat. "Um, I'm fine with either."

"Would be okay with sharing a few dishes?" Namjoon asked. "That way you can try more than one thing."

"Sure, that's good with me."

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at your shy nature, his eyes crinkling as his dimples poked out. You stared up at him, curious as to why he began smiling out of nowhere. Your eyes were round and wide, full of wonder and innocence that it made Namjoon's heart lurch. He wondered how somebody as pure as you got herself tangled up in the idol industry, where you would surely encounter the exhaustion, pain, and abuse of being a plaything for the public. Whenever he saw you, the same overwhelming urge to protect you always washed over him to the point where he felt like he was drowning. Namjoon was aware that he had felt a strong attraction towards you, for reasons he didn't know. He was also aware that the other members felt the same way too and it was the first time they were growing attached to the same person.

Over the years, Namjoon watched a handful of people, men and women alike, come and go, whether it be a long-term relationship or simply a fling. But their attraction never became an obsession, and they never grew so attached to somebody so quickly. Namjoon knew it was wrong to become obsessed with a girl much younger than him, especially one who was his junior. But he couldn't bring himself to care, as did the other members.

And that was perhaps the scariest part of this newfound infatuation.

“So, Y/N, I heard you recently got into producing music.”

You turned to look at Yoongi with a betrayed expression, but he simply shrugged his shoulders. What else was he supposed to say when Namjoon asked why the two of you were getting dinner together?

“Yeah, it’s something really new so I’m not that good at it.” You began. “But Yoongi sunbaenim taught me some new tips and tricks on how to improve my producing skills.”

“Yoongi oppa.” Yoongi corrected.

“Yoongi oppa.” You repeated. You then sighed, gritting your teeth as you stared him down. “This obsession with being called oppa is an epidemic, a disease even. It’s ridiculous.”

“Wait, who else has asked you to call him oppa?” Namjoon asked.

“Jungkook and Mingyu.”

Namjoon wasn’t surprised that Jungkook wanted you to call him oppa. In fact, he loved it when girls called him that. But Mingyu? He assumed you were talking about Kim Mingyu from Seventeen since he was best friends with Jungkook but Namjoon had no idea you were friends with him as well. “I didn’t know you were friends with Mingyu.”

“Not friends, just acquaintances.” You smiled tightly. “We had a conversation at the party last week and he was drunk out of his mind. He probably doesn’t even remember what he said let alone remember that he talked to me.”

“Drunk?”

You looked at him and Yoongi weirdly, noticing how they appeared to be miffed by your explanation. "Yes, drunk. Have you never encountered a drunk person?"

"No, we're just surprised that you saw him at a party." Namjoon chuckled to the best of ability, trying to hide the irritation that was seeping through him.

"He came to the Le Ssearfim debut party. It wasn't at some some party." You mumbled defensively. Though you didn’t know why you felt the need to defend yourself and Mingyu in the first place seeing as it wasn’t either of their business in the first place. "Anyways, what were you going to say about producing songs?"

They narrowed their eyes at the change of topic but played along. The last thing they wanted was to upset you when you were starting to become comfortable with them. Namjoon smiled at you, asking questions about what you learned from Yoongi and what songs you were working on. As you excitedly talked about how you were going to help with producing the next EP for Le Sserafim, Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged looks that said one thing:

Keep an eye on Kim Mingyu.

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