Im Soft

i’m soft

batter up! | e.s

pairings: eric sohn x female reader genre: baseball player!eric, college au, strangers to lovers,  summary: in which you are assigned to interview the unapproachable baseball team ace eric sohn, and things end up going sideways word count: 6.1k (did i get carried way with the concept? yes i did) requested: nope i literally have other requests from months ago that i should get to but i’ve been having writers block and i couldn’t write any of them without it sounding awful sooooo here we are!!! enjoy lol note: all of the boyz are the same age for the sake of the story. also, the start of the plot is based on rowoon’s episode of sf9’s drama click your heart. 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“So, you want to join newspaper,” the newspaper editor, Choi Chanhee, said as he crossed his arms and surveyed you. It was the start of the second semester, and you soon realised that you had very few clubs and activities under your belt. “What makes you think I’ll let you join in the middle of the year?” Chanhee inquired, raising an eyebrow in question. His full cheeks and baby pink hair usually made him seem approachable and soft, but his hard expression cancelled out any comfort his other features might have brought you.

You blinked at him. “We’ve been best friends since freshman year?” you deadpanned, irritated that Chanhee was making such a big deal out of it. From the corner of the room, you noticed Changmin suppress a giggle by clearing his throat and pretending to cough into the bend of his elbow. “Come on, Chanhee. You’re a reporter short since Bomin quit, right?” you recalled what he had been moaning about for nearly three months. “I can fill in for him! I’ll be great.”

Despite being your best friend and normally having quite a warm personality, Chanhee was skeptical. “Alright,” he decided, drawing the word out and unfolding his arms. Chanhee sauntered over to where Changmin was standing and – after giving him a sharp elbow to the ribs – grabbed his clipboard, pretending to look for something to assign you. You could tell by the ways his eyes didn’t even skim the words that he already had something in mind for you. “If you’re so desperate to join the paper, then you can do the interview on Eric Sohn,” he stated, giving you a challenging look.

So much for him “going easy on you”, as he had said moments before the two of you entered the media room together.

Dramatically, a few gasps sounded through the media room and you sighed. “Who’s Eric Sohn?” you almost regretted asking, since everyone seemed mortified that you didn’t know him.

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this is so crazy, i felt the sexual tension from my phone thank you

dangerous | lee jaehyun

pairing: thief!hyunjae x reader

genre: thief AU, suggestive (?)

warning(s): profanities, lots of sexual tension, suggestive(?). mentions of a gun, but no actual use of it

word count: 2.0k

part of the steal your heart series

a/n : i think i promised to finish the on the 20th?? LMAOO but i got sidetracked. i saw hyunjae performing in that outfit during sma and my brain was like damn girl you're obligated to finish this now sjnamsns hope you all enjoy this 💖

“Hands up!”

Hyunjae's movements freezes, gloved hands that were previously grabbing for the diamond halts mid-air. he clicks his tongue, eyes rolling in annoyance and turns around on his feet, coming face to face with you, a police officer that has been on his tracks as soon as he started his heists. He had always been careful with his plans, not giving away too much of his plan to the public and would always give off misleading hints to throw everyone's attention elsewhere. But dear god, you’re different, he thinks. You always manage to find him and Hyunjae wonders how you haven't been promoted to a higher position yet.

He raises his hands up besides his head, palms baring at you. You sneer at him when you see his mocking smile, however you know he’s just hiding behind that cocky complexion. He was just as pissed off as you were, evident from the way his jaw contracted as it grits irritably. Your hands grip the gun tighter, fore finger itching to pull the trigger to wipe the arrogance from his face.

“Get on your knees.” you manage from between your clenched jaw, brows creasing further in a frown when you hear him chuckle, you don't want to admit it but at that moment your heart rate sped up. And it wasn't just from the adrenaline of catching him.

“Straightforward aren't you, officer?” he is voice has a teasing tint to it, matching the smirk playing on his face.

“Don't joke around, Hyunjae.” you retort firmly, scrunching your nose up at him to hopefully show your disgust, but from the way he just breathes out a sigh, eyes rolling as he bends his knees and unceremoniously gets into a kneeling position.

An exasperated exhale escapes your mouth and you and lower your hand that was holding the gun, your other hand reaches around your waist to grab your radio scanner that was latched onto your belt. You bring the device's mic closer to your mouth and press your fingers on the talk-to-me button.

“I got him– wait what are you doing?” your fingers let go of the button in shock, your eyes popping out of their sockets as you saw him taking off the bulletproof vest he had on.

He doesn't seem to be fazed at all by your words, nonchalantly putting his vest to his side. “Hyunjae,” you threaten, hand letting go of the communicating device in your hand and letting drop to the ground with a clatter as you point your gun at him again.

He just continues to ignore you, hands now going to the center of his chest. Your eyes widened further in shock and you feel your face heat up rapidly as his fingers slowly work on unbuttoning his white shirt, popping them open one by one and exposing more and more skin.

The sight of his slim but toned chest was enough to make you snap out of your trance. “Hyunjae!” you repeat more firmly, louder than before as you storm up to him to stop his action. You kneel in front of him, yanking his shirt shut again, eyes darting in various directions to prevent yourself from catching a glance of his exposed skin.

“Gotcha.” he mumbles out, you barely catching on to what he said.

The last thing you feel is hands grasping your shoulder, and suddenly, your back was against the hard ground.

Your eyes shut momentarily and your face scrunches up in a wince at the painful feeling of your back coming in contact with the ground. Your eyes shoot open when the pain subsides and realization dawns over you.

Your orbs blink swiftly and repeatedly at Hyunjae, his figure hovering over yours. His bangs were framing his gorgeous face beautifully, shirt still open and bare chest exposed. his eyes reflected something you couldn't pin-point, but your brain screamed of one word, over and over again. Danger danger danger. It was dangerous.

You try to move away but to no avail as his hands were pinning your wrist down besides the ground, locking you in place. You squirmed in his grip, trying to ignore your quickly heating up face and racing heart. He scoffs condescendingly at you when you do, lowering his body and bursting your safety bubble even more by placing a knee in between your legs.

“Hyunjae,” the words went out of your mouth with a hiss as you wriggle your wrists that was tightly clasped in his hands. He clutches them tighter in reply, nails digging into your skin a little from the force.

There’s no way out of this, you conclude. However, your pride still refuses to let you back down, and you do the only possible thing you can. You stare right into his eyes, gaze piercing through his. His half-lidded eyes held curiosity and a hint of intrigue in them. He hums interestedly and cocks his eyebrow up, lips curling into an attentive smile. The fact that he’s not taking you seriously makes you even more pissed off.

“Say, officer.” his voice was gentle, devoid of any danger, an alarmingly huge contrast to his actions. He drops his head down to one side of yours. Chills runs down your spine despite the warmth of his too-close, almost pressed flush against yours, body when his breath lightly tickles your ear.

“Aren’t you curious on how I always manage to avoid getting arrested?” you gulp a bile that you didn’t realize had built up in your throat. Your lips part in an attempt to articulate a response, but all that comes out of it is shaky breaths. You don’t realize that he had let go of one of your wrists and moved them downwards, ghosting his fingers from the side of your knee, further up your thigh in light, teasing, feathery touches, you hadn’t realized that you replied to him.

“H-how?” the previously brave front you put on was gone, evident by how your voice is trembling when you croak your sentences out. And he notices. Because he’s then chuckling breathily into your ear, sending light spasms throughout your body.

“I don’t know either.” you feel every syllable ringing in your ear and when he blows a warm breath right into it, you grit your jaw to at least try and save up some dignity and self control. You turn your head away from him, trying to avoid his words right up in your ear and shut your eyes tightly, hoping that he just magically disappears and this is all just a dream. You refuse to believe that you feel yourself slowly giving in into a criminal’s, Hyunjae’s trap.

Hyunjae chuckles again, the sound very much feels like it’s mocking you, but you couldn’t care at this point. You could feel his eyes glued on your face even when you’re not looking straight at him, and his gaze paired up with the silence that comes after his laugh dies down, makes you feel small. You wanted to get away from him.

“I think you already know the answer to that question yourself,” you feel his fingers grazing the underside of your jaw gently, tracing it until he reaches your chin. He takes your chin in between his index finger and thumb, and turns your head to its previous position. Staring straight into your blown pupils, he lowers his face down and down, until you could feel his breath hitting your face, his lips ghosting over your trembling ones.

“y/n.” he finishes, and a strangled, shaky exhale escapes your mouth when he mentions your name. You don’t dare move, not even an inch, in fear of your lip touching his. You are afraid that even just a light graze of your lips will make the suppressed desire take over, and you’ll give in to his temptation.

Hyunjae moves his hand slowly up with feathery, teasing touches up your face until his palm fully cups your cheek. His other hand lets go of your wrist in favor of sliding it up towards your hand, carefully intertwining your fingers together. The motion is so, so alluringly tender that you faintly feel your body relaxing into his touch, and your brain is starting to trick itself into thinking that this is an intimate situation and you should just give in. Give yourself up to him.

Your eyes shut tightly in discomposure, feeling like you’re losing more and more of your self control as time pass by. You were sure it hadn't even been 2 minutes but the amount of tension and mixed emotions you are experiencing seem to drag it out and, making it feel like hours have passed and it’s slowly killing you. His nerve to deny you of what you both so greatly desired was killing you.

Your hands move of their own accord, purely controlled by need, and they reach down to grab at the collars of Hyunjae’s open shirt, wrinkling them with how hard you are gripping them. Before you could pull him down and finally crash your lips with his, your radio scanner picks up a frequency, and the static noise finally breaks the tension.

Your eyes snap open, briefly making eye contact with his that also had lost their glazed look in them. You roughly push his body away from yours with both of your hands. He lands on his butt beside your body with a thud and a pained groan as you sit your body up, rubbing your wrist, still red from the force of his grip, soothing it slightly. Your head turns to look at him, lips sinking into your bottom lip at the sight of his lean chest and opened shirt. He had an infuriatingly smug look on his face, lips curled up into a smirk as he sees your gaze following his hands when it starts buttoning his white shirt back up. You break your gaze away from him at that.

You don't know why your body refuses to move even when Hyunjae stands up and puts his bulletproof vest back on, even though you knew it was a good chance to arrest him. You just sat there with your wrist in one hand, mouth still agape in disbelief as you try to process the situation.

“I’m guessing you know the reason now, y/n.” the way he drops honorifics and just calls your name makes your heart jump. His voice sounds so cocky, and you wanted nothing more but to punch the ego out of him, your eyes keep following him even as he takes your gun in his hand, whistling as he admires the weapon.

“Do you do this to everyone who tries to arrest you?” you snort. You don’t want to admit it, but the thought of him doing... whatever he was doing to you just now brings a weird feeling in your heart and you don’t like it.

His movements halt at that question, hand stilling from turning the gun all around its angle, and stares you dead in the eyes.

“No,” you struggle to read the emotion that was hidden behind his eyes. His face looked devoid of any emotions, before it finally relaxes into a smile. Not a smirk, but a smile, and even though it still has a hint of teasing in it, it also shines with sheepishness. “Just you.”

Your heartbeat hammered in your chest at that, eyes widening like saucers and jaw dropping on the floor. You only watch silently as Hyunjae walks himself to the exit, not brave enough to ask him to elaborate further, your gun still in his hand. Right at the doorway, he stops. Turning his head around to look at you and waves his gun at your dumbfounded face. His smirk was back, dripping with as much smugness than it had all night. His eye closes in a wink, before he raises his brows at you pointedly.

“I’ll be taking my leave now.” you slap your brain for feeling just a little bit of dejection when he declares his farewell, however the sadness doesn’t last long when you see the mischievous glint in his eyes return.

“See you soon, y/n.” coming from a thief, that should sound like a threat, but you feel it deep in your heart that it was a promising offer, for both him and you.

Oh, you’ll definitely see him soon, alright.

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but can you imagine changmin giving his shy little smile and giggling 😭

[ 20:49 ] fluff, drunk changmin, cliffhanger

“How much did you drink?”

Your sighing voice was almost drowned out by the loud, constant giggling from beside you. Changmin, apparently very drunk just responds with a louder laugh, you scrunching your nose from the smell of alcohol that escapes his mouth when he does.

Your hand that wasn't holding his arm that was currently slinged over your shoulder for support grasps at the door handle to his apartment, pulling it down to open it. The creaking sound of the door fills the empty apartment, the hallways light seeping through the gap of the door.

You step into the apartment, grumbling at his whole body weight leaning on you as you pull him in with you. You flicked the light switch that was located near his front door, Changmin complaining as the sudden lighting blinds his eyes (and yours) momentarily.

You continue to tug at him further into his apartment, immediately heading for the couch and lying his body on it. You exhale a tired huff, bringing a hand up to your shoulder and massaging it in fatigue as you roll it repeatedly to hopefully get rid of the tension.

“y/n,” Changmin whines, cutting the silence of the room. you raise your eyebrows in question and let out an attentive hum in reply, urging him to continue.

“You know you're very pretty, right?” his sentence trails off into a chuckle, his hand reaching out to grab yours, squeezing it affectionately.

“What the hell are you saying?” You counter, rolling your eyes despite your face that was heating up rapidly and your fingers that intertwined with his slender ones.

“Just the truth.” He giggles out again, his grip on your hand getting tighter as he turns to his side, coming face to face with your interlaced hands. “You're really like a dream, the sweetest dream ever.” Your heart skips a beat at that, tilting your head in confusion when he just stares at your hand, his doe eyes still glazed over from the alcohol.

“Changmin?” You call out in curiosity. He was quiet when he brings your hand up close to his face, and then proceed to lightly press his lips to the back of your hand in a short motion. You gasp loudly at the feeling, face now feeling like fire, pulling your hand away from him abruptly like it was on fire and putting it close to your chest as you rub the spot with your other hand.

“What are you doing!?” You exclaim, and his lips pull into a wide, lazy smile again, eyes still dazed but now filled with playfulness and adoration.

“Just something I wanted to do for a long time.” He answers, turning on his back again, eyes closing but the playful smile still paints his face.

“You wanna know one more thing I've always wanted to do for the longest time?”

Everything that happens after that feels like a flash of lightning, it was so fast you could barely process what happened, let alone what you're feeling.

His fingers wrap around your forearm, and an embarrassing yelp breaks out of your throat as he yanks all your body weight down. Kneeled on the ground, your face was now hovering very closely to his. The smile was now gone from his face, replaced by a serious expression, his now open eyes blink purposely at you.

Then, Changmin presses his lips to yours briefly, moving them once, but pulls away soon enough that you couldn't kiss him back. The corners of his lips curl up again in a smile when he pulls away, dimples sinking in process. You stare back at him in shock, seeing his gaze sparkle with adoration and affection. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and you don't think alcohol was the only reason it was tinted pink.

His hand rises up again to your face, gentle and careful fingers tucking a strand of hair that was framing your face behind your ear as he gives you a cheeky grin.

“If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake up.” With that, his hand falls limply from your ear. You were still frozen in shock, bringing a hand up to your lips, the sensation of his soft lips on yours still lingering enough to make your heart race faster and your whole body warm. You stare at his now closed eyes, soft snores escaping his slightly open lips and his body relaxes as sleep takes him in.

“Huh?”

this is crazy good

OK FIC REQUEST!!!!!!!!

NUMBER 33 (from the prompt list)

WITH MY NUMBER ONE HOE MARK LEE

I WANT ANGST PLEASE :DDDD SUNNY I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖💖😙

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭- 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞

genre: angst! really bad angst but angst nevertheless pairing: markxfem!reader ; au: cop!reader, pathologist!mark ; warnings: cheating (reader cheats on mark), blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of drugs, swearing, mentions of sex, the reader is a terrible liar, a dead body ; word count: 614

prompt 33: “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”

sunny’s notes: i’m sorry its so short!! ignore the shitty header please :D I hope the fic okay tho!! constructive criticism is welcome :) i feel really bad cause i really like this requests and i fucked it up BIG TIME, sorry ie >~< also why tf is the title font so small

“Thirty six year-old male, height is five-ten and diabetic,” You tossed the clipboard onto the counter, “Stabbed four times around the lower back.”

Mark simply nodded, taking the clipboard away from you, “I’ll run the tests and get back to you.”

You looked at him with sad eyes. Mark was always breathtaking to you, even when he’s wearing scrubs and bloody gloves, eye bags and everything. But today, you couldn’t stand to see him like that. You chose to say nothing, watching him lift the cover off the dead man’s body. The police on site were considerate enough to close the victim’s eyes.

“The fingerprints on the knife indicate a left hand, so it was most likely a murder from the victim’s left-”

“Y/N,” Mark huffed, dropping the tonsils he picked up into the tray, “I’m not a cop. I don’t care.”

You sighed, “I’m just trying to talk to you, Mark.”

“Okay,” He didn’t look up from you, only keeping his eyes on the body, “You couldn’t talk to me when you actually needed to? It doesn’t matter if I sound petty, Y/N, but couldn’t you have just broken up with me?”

“Don’t bring it up.” You clenched your fists before walking across the bed and to his side.

“Why? Why can’t I?”

“Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”

“It took you six months to stop lying to me.”

You were still lying to him.

You were Mark’s everything but he wasn’t yours, clearly; you decided to chase after someone else. You knew it was stupid in the first place, to get into a relationship with a coworker but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help yourself twice.

You didn’t realise that Mark had already begun running tests on the victim’s blood till he got back to you with a sheet of paper. “His blood contains cocaine, and lots of it. I’m surprised he didn’t die earlier.”

You could hear the fax running in the back, but couldn’t take your eyes off Mark. “Don’t be irrational, we can still sort it out, Mark. Nothing is going on between him and I.”

“You’re the irrational one here, Y/N. Don’t mix your emotions into our work. You’ve done enough.”

You rushed forward to grab his shoulder, “I love you, we can still-”

“No you don’t,” He jerked your hand off him.

Mark was different. You hadn’t seen him like this, ever, even when he caught you red-handed. Your sweet fairy-eyed Mark was gone, almost as if he never existed.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t have fucked someone else. I actually loved you. I still do, like an idiot.”

“Mark-”

“Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”

He slipped off his gloves after covering the body, tossing them into the bin behind him. His footsteps were heavy as he walked out of his laboratory, only halting when a figure blocked his way. Jaehyun stood before him—the last man he wanted to see was right in front of him, looking at you.

“I was looking everywhere for you, baby,” Jaehyun walked past Mark to you, leaning down to give you a kiss on your cheek.

It baffled him, how Jaehyun couldn’t be bothered with his presence in the same room. Had you even told him? Does Jaehyun even know who Mark is? Questions about your honesty flooded through Mark’s head second after second the moment he stepped foot out the room.

Mark could do nothing but keep walking, out the lab and down the stairs before entered the washroom, stripping himself of his scrubs.

He didn’t know if he felt rage or disappointment. Was he angry at you, or disappointed in himself? Disappointed for thinking that maybe things would fix themselves between you and him.

The recent events played in his head like a broken reel, the same words you said repeating as Jaehyun kissed you: “Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”

He scoffed at his reflection in the mirror.

Just how many lies have you told him?

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