Just Friends

☆Just Friends

↝ Jungkook and YN have been best friends since they were little. As YN became older her feelings for Jungkook grew as well. The only problem is Jungkook is part of Alpha Sigma Chi who’s notorious for their fuckboy behavior. Will her feelings break their friendship? ↜

「 Pairing 」 Fuckboy!Jungkook x Best Friend!Reader

「 Genre 」 Social Media AU, Fluff, Angst,

「 warnings 」 Mild Language and talks about sex

「 A/N 」 This was originally called Newsflash on my old account Thottaekookie. I got locked out of that account along time ago. I didn’t like how Newsflash turned out so now I’m redoing this story all over again. Also let me know if you would like to be added on the tag list.

「 Updates 」 Daily 8 am PST

♡0.0 Alpha Sigma Chi bois Twitter(Kook & Friends)

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♡0.5 Thotties for life (YN & Friends)

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♡1.0 Bump Uglies

♡2.0 Sneaky Links

♡3.0 Francesca

♡4.0 Baseball Jersey

♡5.0 Oh?

♡6.0 For the streets

♡7.0 Alpha Sigma Chi Mentality

♡8.0 The Truth Untold

♡9.0 Prettiest Girl

♡10.0 Dry texts

♡11.0 Simp

♡12.0 Hi Kookie

♡13.0 What’s the Drama?

♡14.0 Pharamcist 

♡15.0 Babied

♡16.0 Light Bulb

♡17.0 Like I Need U

♡18.0 Mercedes Benz

♡19.0 Less of You

♡20.0 POP off

♡21.0 Yoongi’s Favortie

♡22.0 Body Count

Series Extra

↝ Some extra drabbles that don’t go along with the series but are moments mentioned in the story ↜

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.

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soulfound ; myg — SNEAK PEAK

SUMMARY: Soulmates; most people in the world look forward to meeting theirs. One of them would be you, the problem is your soulmate; who’s a grade-A asshole and is trying to convince you that you’ve got the wrong guy even though it clearly says on your wrist—Min Yoongi.

PAIRING: min yoongi x f!reader

GENRE / RATING: soulmate! au / asshole yoongi / pining / angst / fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, implied sexual content, 18+, nsfw

iced chai tea, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and the 142-page script you were currently trying to memorize and annotate. That's what you consider a pretty average day.

Aroma Mocha was filled to the brim, and more the usual. The quiet cafe was the closest one to your campus, thus making it a default hangout zone for most of the students, including yourself and your best friend Wheein.

“Iced chai tea, mocha frappe, and a mango passionfruit cake slice of Y/N!” You hear your name being called, so you leave Wheein and your table where you’ve set up all your papers to go grab it.

Apparently Aroma Mocha was having a 10% off discount on Iced Americanos today, that explains the longer than usual lines and the increase in students.

You reach the counter where Seokjin, the owner of the cafe; who’s become your close friend— is the one who gives you your tray. “Thank you jinnie!”

Jin nods with a smile, before proceeding to grab what seems to be a large iced americano. “Iced Americano for Min Yoongi!” He yells in an obnoxiously (seems to be louder as well) voice that has you freezing in your place.

See here’s the thing about the world. Once a person turns 18, their once barren wrists would suddenly hold a name, a name that could belong to someone they know, someone they don’t, someone they’ve never met or someone they’re enemies with— and that person is deemed to be their soulmate.

At age 21, you really were excited to meet your soulmate. All the exciting stories of love that you’ve heard from your parents (who were also soulmated), as well as friends, have made your excitement inevitable. For 21 years, you’ve been excited to meet someone you’ve been waiting for all your life.

And today seems to be the day.

Min Yoongi— the name that was seemingly imprinted on your wrist. The same name that Jin had just loudly called for.

You turn slowly, seeing a black-haired, cat-eyed man begrudgingly make his way towards the counter towards a smirking Seokjin, apprehension clear on his features.

You opt to leave your tray unattended on the counter for a bit, to approach the feline eyed man (who’s apparently your soulmate)

with hesitation, you tap his shoulder once. “Uhm hi.” You mumble, giving a shy wave as well once he turns towards you with an indifferent look that almost has you flinching.

“I couldn’t help but hear, but the barista called your name, you’re Min Yoongi right?” You ask.

Your soulmate tilts his head to the side, eyebrow-raising.

“What is it to you.” Now that has you flinching.

You steel your nerves, and with a shy smile, you offer. “I’m Ahn Y/N.” no reaction. “Uhm, as in your soulmate?” You whisper.

Your soulmate grunts, looking away as if nothing happened, as if you haven’t just dropped a bomb of a lifetime.

“Uhm… d-did you hear what I said-“ you begin, but are cut off

“Impossible.” He mutters.

Your face scrunches up in disbelief. “What do you mean? Your name is right here.” You reason, pulling down the black hair tie covering the soulmate mark on your wrist and showing it to him.

Your soulmate— Yoongi, tsks and flicks his fingers as a sign of dismissal. “You’ve got the wrong guy.” He says and starts to walk away.

You start to panic and grab his arm lightly to stop him. “Uhm c-can I at least see your soulmar-“ you don’t even finish the sentence before he’s yanking his arm back. “I’m busy. Do not grab me again, or I’m yelling assault. I’m not interested.” He exclaims eyebrow raised.

You frown, palms clenching. “O-Okay, I’m sorry.” You mutter, and watch as he scoffs, walking away to sit at his designated table.

You make your way back to your tray on the counter, sending Jin a sad smile that has him frowning even more; clearly having seen the interaction with yoongi.

You make your way back to your table, where your best friend sits, frowning as well. “What the fuck was that?”

“Uhm I think that was my soulmate.” You respond, sitting down and placing her drink in front of her.

“What happened?” Wheein inquires, not missing the opportunity to throw a nasty glare at the man.

“H-He said I had the wrong guy and that he wasn’t interested. Didn’t even show me his soulmark.” You whisper, eyes looking down towards the script in front of you.

“What a fucking asshole,” Wheein grumbles, standing up and getting ready to fight.

You panic and grab her. “No no no, there’s no need to fight, just chill whee, it’s not worth it.” You try to convince her.

She huffs and begrudgingly sits back down.

“Besides maybe he’s right, maybe he’s not my Min Yoongi.” You reason, but that has Wheein scoffing out loud.

“Whether he really is your soulmate or not, he’s an asshole.” She exclaims with a deep sigh. “Well we’re not gonna let your asshole soulmate get away with this.

“Payback?” You whisper, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.

“Payback.” your bestfriend echos, smirk on her face.

Min Yoongi better get ready because he had a whole storm coming his way.

COMING SOON…

power play

Word Count: 6.5k

Pairing: Bully!Wooyoung x reader

Warnings: e2???, angst, smut, Wooyoung’s an asshole (at first), unresolved feelings, dry humping, slightly sub!Woo, slightly dom!reader, choking, begging, piv, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Summary: “He holds your face in his hands, thumbs trailing over your cheeks to wipe away the tears you didn’t know were there. His voice is soft, you’ve never heard him be so soft towards you before.”

A/N: This is a work of fiction! I do not see Wooyoung in a negative light like this at all and he was only written this way to serve the stories purpose!

Obnoxious. That was the first word that came to mind whenever you thought about Wooyoung. Although you preferred not to think about him if at all possible. Wooyoung was loud, annoying, the complete opposite of who you are and he loved to make it known. He would pick and pick and pick at you just to get a reaction. You would try your best not to let him get under your skin but he wanted nothing more than to burrow himself there and make it a home. Wooyoung was an absolute menace, and truly only to you. Around your group of friends he was just loud and annoying, but God forbid you two were alone together, that’s when his claws would come out. You were sure he hated the fact that you disliked him, it probably irked him enough to make him want to give you a reason to hate him. 

When you agreed to study with San you had assumed it would just be the two of you in the library, hanging out silently while writing your papers. You should’ve known better. If there was San then Wooyoung would always be hot on his heels, they weren’t Woosan for nothing. But you really liked San, he was so sweet and kind and a really great friend, your mind just completely glossed over the fact that he was attached at the hip to Satan himself. 

This was the situation you found yourself in now. San next to you, brows burrowed in focus on his econ paper due in four days; and Wooyoung in front of you, pretending to study while he kept trying to kick your shins under the table. Keeping calm with Wooyoung tormenting you is difficult, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s bothering you. You place your bookbag in front of your legs and continue to work on your paper, all too aware of his eyes watching you as you work. He’s never been shy about looking at you, it’s enough to fluster you on a good day, but when you’re already on edge from the stress of upcoming due dates, it makes you want to snap at him. 

You don’t though, rather you pull San’s attention towards you and ask him to read a few lines in your paper, making sure you’re citing APA correctly. From the corner of your eye you can see Wooyoung’s eyes turn to slits as he regards your interactions with his best friend. You do your best to ignore him until San gets up, stating he needs to use the bathroom. As you watch him leave you begin to steel yourself against whatever scathing remark Wooyoung will undoubtedly say towards you, as is the usual when you’re left alone with him. 

“He’d never date you, you know,” Wooyoung states snarkily. Of course this would be the first insult he’d resort to. You’re not surprised, nor even hurt by the jab, just annoyed. 

There was a time when you had drunkenly stated that you had found Yunho to be the most attractive person in the friend group. The second Wooyoung had heard those words come out of your lips, all hell had broken loose. He told the entirety of the friend group that you had a crush on Yunho, that you wanted to marry him, that you had even attached your first name to his last name all over your notebooks, truly the most embarrassing things that he could say he did. To say you were mortified was an understatement. Even though everything he had said had been a straight lie, you couldn’t face Yunho for damn near a month and avoided him at all costs because you had no idea what to do. The other members would just look at you in pity whenever you came around, it was isolating. 

When Yunho had finally gotten you alone (thanks to Mingi), you were able to have a conversation with him and tell him your truth. He was understanding, because of course he was. He had gone into the conversation thinking he would have to let you down easily, so when you assured him you had no feelings for him, or any of the other guys in the friend group, it came as a relief to him. Things went back to normal for the most part, besides Wooyoung rubbing in your face that Yunho wasn’t into you and had gotten himself a girlfriend that of course: wasn’t you. But, you could deal with it. As long as you weren’t left alone with him for too long you could deal with him.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing I’m not interested in him then,” you respond, eyes not leaving your computer screen. 

“What? Are you still hung up on Yunho?” he replies back. 

Your only response is to sigh as you hope for San to hurry back from the restroom. 

“Honestly (y/n) I don’t understand what your problem is?” This causes you to look at him, eyes narrowed as you regard him incredulously. 

“What do you mean ‘what my problem is’?” you ask. 

“You always act like you have a stick up your ass. Don’t you get tired of being such a stuck up bitch all the time?”

Is that what he thought of you? Really? You know you’re not the loudest or most outgoing person in the friend group, but you would never peg yourself as being “stuck up”. His words shouldn’t mean anything to you but they do sting. It makes you wonder if the other guys think of you in the same light, or if this is just another way for Wooyoung to hurt you. You don’t say anything back to him. Instead, you save your progress and close your laptop, packing your things as he does nothing but watches you. As you stand to leave you hear San’s voice from behind you. 

“(y/n) you’re leaving already?”

“Yeah sorry, I realized I left some important papers at home so I’m just gonna finish up this paper later, I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?”

“Oh, okay sure,” he gives you a small dimpled smile and waves goodbye. You don’t even spare Wooyoung a glance as you leave the library, heart heavy with tears at your waterline. 

A week has passed as you find yourself alone in a small cafe near campus. You’ve ignored all invites to hang out with any of the guys since your conversation with Wooyoung. You don’t mean to ignore them, you just feel like it’s best to take a bit of a break from them. His insult has been at the forefront of your mind since you left the library and as much as you want to stop thinking about it, you can’t. The insult cut a lot deeper than usual. Wooyoung has a knack for making you feel so insecure with yourself it’s insane that way he’s able to get into your head and make you feel like you’re not good enough. You thought that by not showing him any sort of reaction then he’d eventually get tired and leave you alone, but things only seem to be getting worse and it’s driving you up a wall. 

You’ve never hated a person before in your life, but you’re pretty sure you hate Wooyoung. You’re tired of walking on eggshells, or feeling like you’re being scrutinized for every little thing you do. You know you’re not perfect but you also know you’re not the things he says you are, and you’ve grown tired of his relentless bullying. This isn’t middle school, you’re an adult and you know you don’t have to deal with this. Now, will you confront Wooyoung on his bullshit? No, probably not. You’d rather be rid of him altogether, and if that means you have to be rid of the friend group too then so be it. It’s not like you want to just drop them, but Wooyoung was there before you were and he gets along great with them. Causing a rift between them just because of Wooyoung isn’t worth it to you, so you’d rather take yourself out of the equation. Does it mean that he ultimately wins at this game? Yeah, sure. But at least you won’t be losing your sanity anymore. 

The week turns into weeks turns into months of you avoiding the guys. They used to text you constantly, asking to hang out but eventually it tapers off to just an occasional “how are you doing” or “are you okay” text. You actively ignore all the places they would normally hang out, and you even change seats in the classes you have with a few of them. It hurts at first and you can always feel the way they look at you with worry, but they don’t try to corner you this time. You can’t help but to wonder if Wooyoung is the reason why they’re leaving you alone, probably spreading some ridiculous rumor you can’t even fight but it is what it is. 

Your time spent away from the guys forces you to make new friends, as daunting as it is. Yet, you’ve finally been able to make a few more friends and even find yourself hanging out with a group of girls who are so nice to you. No one treats you badly, they’re all so considerate, sometimes Lia or Ryujin will tease you but it’s never in a hurtful way. You finally feel like you can breathe again, it’s refreshing.

Friday night they invite you to go clubbing with them, and after taking a few shots at Yeji’s apartment you’re walking arm in arm with the girl’s ready to let off some steam from a very stressful week. You look great, you feel great, and you’re genuinely excited to be out and about. 

When you enter, the music is so loud you can barely hear yourself think. Chaeryoung leans over to yell into your ear about how they’re all going to the bar to get a little more tipsy and you nod, holding her hand as she leads the way. You decide not to drink too much, as you still want to be able to remember this night the day after, but you watch the other girls really let loose and have fun. Chae and Yeji take the dance floor and captivate the people around them, Ryujin joins in eventually as Lia stays behind to keep you company. Your inhibitions may be lowered but not enough for you to make a fool of yourself on the dance floor. 

In the midst of your conversation with Lia she pokes you in the side, causing you to jump away from her prodding finger. 

“Ow what was that for?”

She leans in close to you, “some hot guy is looking over at you, and it’s pretty intense. I’m surprised you can’t feel it,” she giggles. 

“How hot? Scale of one to ten,”.

“He’s pretty high up there, I think he’s debating on whether or not to come over here. Maybe I should go to give him a fighting chance,” she says with a wink. 

“Wait wait don’t leave!”

“Sorry, I’ve gotta pee!”

“I’ll come with you,” you try to grab her hand but she playfully spins away from you, giving you another wink as you feel a hand settle on your back. 

“Long time no see,” you could recognize his voice anywhere, and hearing it causes chills to go down your spine. You don’t want to turn around, and you really wish you could will your legs to move away from him but it’s like his voice freezes you in place. 

He guides his hand along your back and to your abdomen, pulling you close to his front. The heat you feel against your back is enough to make you feel like you’re on fire, and his breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to speak directly into your ear. No longer does it feel like the music around you is louder than the thoughts in your head. All your mind can register are the words that come out of his mouth, everything else fades into the background, it’s just you and him. 

“All the guys seem to miss you, I can’t understand why. You’ve always been so boring,” the taunt in his voice has you clenching your fingers into fists. It’s been months since you’ve last had to hear his annoying voice demonize you, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re not sure if you’re just out of practice from not having to deal with him, or if the alcohol has truly gotten to you more than what you thought, but whatever it is has you pulling away from him with a quickness. 

When you turn around to face him he looks back at you with a hint of a smirk, it causes your blood to boil and you don’t think before you’re pushing against his chest. You’re so sick of him and all his attempts to push you down, you don’t even notice that you’ve caught him off guard as you continue to push at him. You know you’re basically yelling obscenities at him, something along the lines of telling him to go fuck himself and that you hate him, can’t stand him and wish he’d just leave you the fuck alone. You don’t stop until he grabs at your arms and leads you to the nearest wall, pushing you against it as you struggle in his grasp. 

“Hey hey hey (y/n) stop, please calm down,” he holds your face in his hands, thumbs trailing over your cheeks to wipe away the tears you didn’t know were there. His voice is soft, you’ve never heard him be so soft towards you before. It riles you up even more as you begin to cry harder. 

“Why do you hate me? What did I do to make you hate me?” You sound desperate, pleading for him to give you an answer. He knits his brows together as his mouth opens a little in shock, for once you’ve rendered him speechless. You try to push him away from you again but this time he doesn’t move, instead he angles your face towards him and he brings his lips to yours. 

The kiss causes you to go still, and you no longer fight against him. Your eyes are wide open as he tries to deepen it, but you push him away as his hands leave your face to settle at your waist. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell at him, loud enough to be heard by the people around you. 

He finally backs away from you as people turn to stare, shock evident in his own eyes as Ryujin comes rushing over to you, she yells at him to back off before checking to make sure you’re okay. You’re not, and you want nothing more than to go home. She takes your hand in hers and leads you away, leaving Wooyoung to stare after the both of you. 

Once you reach your apartment she doesn’t want to leave you, and although you appreciate her need to keep you company, you’d much rather be alone. She leaves you, albeit with hesitance, but not before she tells you that you can call her at any point and she’ll come to you in an instant. Your encounter with Wooyoung leaves you shaken, and you hate the fact that you can still feel his lips on yours. No matter how hard you try to wipe at your mouth the feeling is still there, and not just his lips but the way his hands felt against your face, and the way his body felt against yours when he pressed you against him. All your senses are filled with Wooyoung, and he isn’t even around. 

The weekend passes by in a blur. You get so many texts from your friends but the only text that you actually pay attention to is the one you get from him. He messages you a simple “hey” on Saturday night, and five minutes after you open it you block him on everything. You’re not going to give him the chance to explain himself, and you’re definitely not going to let him apologize to you. You want nothing to do with him. Nothing. But saying you want nothing to do with Wooyoung is easier said than done. 

Monday morning comes sooner than you want it to and when you wake up late you’ve already determined you’re going to have a bad day. You don’t know if he’s told the rest of the guys what happened, so when you have to see some of them in class you’re not sure how you’re supposed to act. There’s also the fact that your own friends are going to want to know what happened and who he was, and you know you won’t have the energy to explain your history with Wooyoung. 

You don’t even make it into class before you feel a hand circling your wrist and pulling you to a stop. The force is enough to cause you to stumble against whoever it is pulling against you which causes you to be unbearably close to Wooyoung once again. When you take your hand from his grasp he lets you, but he doesn’t let you walk away from him as he blocks your way to class. 

“(y/n), (y/n) we need to talk,” he says. 

“There is absolutely nothing for us to talk about, leave me alone,” you respond. 

“You blocked me,”.

“Yeah I wonder why,” you’re exasperated and trying with little success to get past him. You take this as a sign from the universe to go back to sleep and so you turn on your heel to leave. Wooyoung is once again in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Please just hear me out (y/n) honestly I want you to know I’m sorry, for eve-,”.

“I don’t give a fuck Jung Wooyoung. I don’t care how fucking sorry you are. I don’t want to hear it because I. Don’t. Fucking. Care,” you say this with as much malice as you can, enough to make him flinch at your tone. It brings you a bit of satisfaction to have him cowering away from you for once. 

“Let me cook you dinner!” he blurts out. 

“What?!”

“Just,” he motions erratically with his hands, “just please let me make it up to you. Afterwards we never have to speak again. Let me just cook you dinner to say sorry, please,”. 

“So you can poison me? As if, go away,” you say with a sneer. 

“No geez, I’m not going to poison you (y/n) why would you think that?”

“You’re quite literally the meanest person I’ve ever met. You’ve embarrassed me in front of our friends, made me feel smaller than an ant, made me feel insecure and weak. You’ve called me stuck up, a bitch, and boring. But God forbid you draw the line at trying to poison me. I honestly wouldn’t put it past you to do so and then say something to hurt my feelings just to kick me when I’m down,”. 

He sighs, looking around the hall and with a hard swallow he looks back to you, guilt evident in his features. 

“The guys miss you,”. 

“Okay?” This isn’t a shock, he had told you as much just the other night, the fact was just overshadowed by him kissing you. 

“I miss you too,” he says, voice coming out a little weaker. 

Your features twist in rage, “miss me? Seriously Wooyoung? What the hell is your problem?” You mean it rhetorically but he answers anyway. 

“A lot of things, please let me make you dinner. We don’t even have to be alone if you don’t want to. San can be there, or Yeosang. Any of the guys could be there if you don’t want to be alone with me,”. 

You can’t help but to really look at Wooyoung at this moment. He looks tired, beat down, the bags under his eyes rival your own and it makes you wonder if he really is as sorry as he says he is. It sure as hell looks as though he’s lost sleep over you, and something about that kind of makes you feel bad even though you know you shouldn’t. Wooyoung deserves to feel guilty for all the nasty things he’s said and done to you, but you wonder if you’re being too mean to him now. And not for nothing, despite him looking as tired as he does you still take notice of his lips, set in a soft frown as he awaits your answer. 

Wooyoung is beautiful, he always has been and you’ve always recognized it. You’ve just managed to ignore that because of how awful he’s treated you before in the past. Now though, as he stands in front of you fully vulnerable and guilty with no one around to witness him finally being kind to you, you can’t help but to notice the softer parts of him. 

You find yourself agreeing to the dinner without a second thought, and when he flashes you a wide smile you finally realize what you have done. You mentally slap yourself for being too weak to tell him no, and to stand your ground with that decision. But, he did say that afterwards you two would never have to speak again, so there’s that. You’ll get a free meal, a well deserved apology, and a life of peace after hearing him out. What more could you ask for?

The girls are well enough on your ass the moment you tell them everything between you and Wooyoung. The reactions are mixed between the lot of them but the most outrageous suggestion comes from Lia when she says that you should just “fuck him and get all your frustration out that way”. You choke on your spit when you hear her say that, and you continue to get flustered when she goes on to state that “hitting it and quitting it could be just what you need to get him out of your system”. The other girls, thankfully, disagree with her suggestion but it’s the one thing that stays on your mind until you’re right on his doorstep. 

The second he opens the door you’re hit with the smell of dinner. It smells amazing and you have to stop yourself from drooling. He offers you a quick greeting, gesturing towards his living room before he rushes back to the kitchen, leaving you to lock the door behind you. As you round the corner you see him buzzing around in the kitchen, his cheeks are slightly flushed from his rushing around he barely acknowledges you besides asking if you want anything to drink. 

It’s charming, in a way, to see him putting forth so much effort for you. It’s also very strange. Not once did you ever think Wooyoung would be making you dinner, and yet here you are watching him as he cooks for you. You notice the way sweat beads on his forever, put there by heat of the stove, and the way he’s rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt. You hate to admit it, but he looks so attractive you find your mind wandering over to what Lia had told you just a few nights before. You pick at your fingernails as a distraction, not wanting to put more ridiculous thoughts into your head. 

He tries to make small conversation with you, but you put up an icy exterior and he’s far too busy with dinner to try to crack you right now. Once he begins to finish up you feel butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach. The effort he goes through to set up his breakfast table for the two of you is immaculate. He even pours you a glass of wine. It doesn’t take a genius to realize he skipped out on classes just to do this for you, you hadn’t seen him around campus all day and you know that this dinner is the reason why. 

He approaches you, shyly reaching for your hand and you allow him to do so. He leads you to the table and pulls your chair out for you, pushing it back in once you’re seated and comfortable. To say you’re impressed would be an understatement, even the bashful way he’s composed himself for you tonight has you reeling. 

Wooyoung waits for you to take the first bite before he begins to eat, and when you do you have to try very hard to not let your emotions shine too much. The food is delicious, you just don’t want him to know that you like it as much as you do. In your mind you consider it a bit of payback. You act nonchalant, although you do compliment him, you try not to make a big deal out of the whole situation. 

He takes a sip of wine before speaking, clearly nervous, “I think this is the part where I say I’m sorry,” he says through a half hearted chuckle. 

“What are you sorry for? Which part?”

“All of it, honestly. I’m sorry for all the terrible shit I’ve said to you, and for all the terrible shit I’ve done to you. I never meant to hurt you the way that I did, I think I just got carried away. Which isn’t an excuse at all, believe me I know. I think I wanted to see how far I could push you, without realizing how far I was taking it. Once again, it isn’t a good excuse at all and I should’ve never started that to begin with. I’m sorry (y/n),” he says with a shaky sigh. 

“But why did you start in the first place? It’s like the second we met you wanted to torment me and I don’t understand why Wooyoung,”. 

“You and I are just so different. I thought you didn’t like me when we first met and it just got to me and I guess I figured if I teased you enough then you’d get used to me. I don’t know, it’s dumb and I went about trying to get you to like me in the absolute worst way,”. 

“You thought making up rumors about me being in love with Yunho would be a great way to get me to like you? Really?” You take a sip of your wine, annoyed by his reasoning. You hadn’t come here looking to argue, but it felt like that’s what things would end up going to if he didn’t start explaining himself better. 

“I did that out of spite,” he says simply.

“Explain,”. 

“Jealousy,” is the only answer he gives you. His cheeks begin to flush and he refuses to look at you, instead he focuses on his food. He takes a few bites as the silence settles over the both of you, it’s uncomfortable as the implication of what he just said finally registers in your mind. 

It dawns on you that perhaps Wooyoung has his own middle school type crush on you. It’s a little ridiculous but you understand to an extent. You should be angry with him, but you’re tired of dealing with Wooyoung. You’re tired of everything having to do with Jung Wooyoung, and you don’t think you have the energy to continue to hate him, you’re over it. With that in mind you stand from your seat. His eyes widen as you begin to step closer to him, rather than walking out the door. With a bit of effort you pull his chair out from the table and boldly straddle his lap. His hands immediately reach out to settle on your waist, stabilizing you so that you don’t fall off of him. 

You have no idea what you’re doing, and being this close to him is daunting and makes your stomach do flips. The only thought running through your mind are Lia’s words, “get him out of your system” and maybe this is the best way to do so. 

Your hands trail up his arms and down his chest, you can feel the warmth of his skin emanating through his button down shirt. In true Wooyoung fashion he has the first few buttons undone to expose a bit of his chest, when your fingers slide over the sliver of skin you can’t help but to notice the way he shivers at the touch. He looks up at you with a dazed expression, and when you run a hand up his neck and to the back of his head to grip onto his hair, you swear you can feel the thrumming of his heartbeat against your fingers. 

“Woo why did you kiss me?” This is the first time you’ve ever called him by his nickname, and you say it so sweetly you can tell he’s short circuiting. His mouth opens and closes, he looks like a fish out of water he’s so caught off guard he doesn’t have an answer. You don’t mind, you like having him speechless under you. You slide the hand that isn’t in his hair over to where his heart is. It’s beating erratically and even that gives you a sense of power, he’s so wound up and you haven’t even done anything besides sit in his lap. You bite your lip to suppress a chuckle and he catches onto the movement, eyes focusing in on your mouth as his hands grip a bit tighter at your waist. 

You lean down to him slowly, lips a hairwidth away from his own when you say, “I want you to do it again,”.

It takes him a moment to realize what you’ve said but when he does he springs into action. His lips are on your with a bruising amount of force and he wastes no time prodding at your mouth with his tongue. You can taste the wine on him and that in itself is intoxicating. He’s desperate, rushing, wanting to taste every part of you. You let him take the lead with the kiss but you both know who’s in control. The hands at your waist lower down to the end of your skirt before sliding under the fabric to knead at your thighs. In response you pull at his hair and it elicits a small whimper from him that has you pulling again before he gives you an all out moan. 

You break away from the kiss when the need to breathe becomes unbearable, but Wooyoung doesn’t stop. Instead his lips begin to kiss down your neck and along your collarbones, his lips are hot against your skin and as much as you wouldn’t mind him marking you, you also don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing his mark on you. 

“No marking, Woo,” he groans against you but obliges, only leaving wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. You make quick work of unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, hands wandering over his tanned chest and abdomen as the muscles ripple beneath your fingers. He leaves your neck to look up at you as his hands slowly make their way to grab at your ass, and when you don’t protest he begins to knead the skin there too before kissing you again. 

You begin to move your hips against his and the moan he lets out for you is absolutely feral. If you had to remember the last time you dry humped a person you would definitely guess high school, but doing it against Woo is a lot hotter than the last time you did it. He moves along with you, hands at your ass guiding your movement and you can feel his length straining against his pants. When you reach down to undo his belt you can feel his breath hitch at your lips. His reaction makes you take your time with it. As desperate as you are to fuck him, you also can’t help but to toy with him too. Eventually you begin to undo the zipper on his pants, you then reach into his boxers and grab ahold of him. 

He departs from your lips to roll his head back, pretty moans exit from his mouth as you begin to stroke him. He jumps a little when you thumb at his head, spreading his precum around the tip, before going back to stroke him. All you did was kiss him and he’s already this hard for you. You try not to let the power trip get to your head when he starts to thrust himself into your hand, desperate for more stimulation than what you’re providing for him. You have half a mind to sink down to your knees and take him into your mouth but once again, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

You thank the heavens above that you decided to wear a skirt to dinner, it makes it easy as you slide your panties to the side and slide along his length. Wooyoung is desperate to kiss you again but you jerk away from him, putting your hand on his throat to keep him still. The action surprises you, and it definitely surprises him as he looks at you with eyes blown wide in lust. 

“Please,” he says, voice soft but desperate for you.  

“Please what?” you say, tauntingly. You know exactly what he wants, you just want to make him work for it. 

“Please put it in, please fuck me, please,” he says breathlessly as you tighten your grip on his throat. The moan he lets out afterwards is enough to convince you to finally fuck him. 

You sink onto him slowly, his eyes screw shut from the feel of you and you do your best to keep yourself from moaning by burying your face into his neck. He stretches you out nicely and it takes you only a moment to adjust to his size. Before you begin to move you bring your lips close to his ear whispering to him, “show me how sorry you are by making me cum like this,”. A few whimpering “okays” leave his lips as he angles his hips to meet you better. 

Quickly, you find yourself getting lost in your own pleasure, the way he’s angled himself hits right where you need him. You can feel him watching you, but you don’t care enough to hide how you’re feeling anymore. Small moans escape you and when you feel his fingers begin to rub at your clit you nearly jump in his grasp from how good it feels. 

All your senses are filled with Wooyoung, entrapped by him. The feeling of him against you, in you, it’s not a situation you would have ever found yourself in. Nor would you ever expect him to be so eager to please you. He looks up at you like you’re the most important person in the world and it’s a stark contrast to how he’s made you feel before in the past. In a lust filled haze you decide you want him to remember this moment, to remember that it’s you making him this weak beneath you. You take your lips to his neck and suck hard, it causes his hips to stutter under you and you continue your assault on his throat wherever you find unmarked skin.

Soon enough your thighs grow tired and Woo picks up on your fatigue. He wraps an arm tightly around your waist and begins to thrust into you, hard and fast. He barely has a rhythm to it but he’s still hitting where you need him to and with every flick of his fingers against your clit it brings you closer and closer to climax. You can tell the tighter you squeeze the closer he is to reaching his peak too. 

It doesn’t take long for the knot to unravel and you're cumming around him. The grip you have on his cock has him rambling asking where he can come. You have a mini debate in your head about whether or not to let him cum in you, but you’re so horny and out of your mind you decide you don’t mind if he paints your insides white. 

“Inside, cum inside me Woo,” you cry out. It’s like a switch flips inside of him as picks you up and places you on the table, pushing the long forgotten dinner aside to make room for you. 

He looks like a fucking mess. His hair is all over the place from when your fingers ran through it, his throat is all marked up, his shirt isn’t even unbuttoned all the way and his pants and boxers are pulled around his thighs. Sweat beads on his forehead, his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his mouth is slightly agape. Wooyoung is an attractive man, but you’ve never seen him look hotter than he does at this moment. He angles his pelvis to hit right against your clit with every thrust and it has you seeing stars. He’s relentless in the way he fucks into you, so rough it has the table scratching against the floor. 

“Can I kiss you, please?” He asks you. You nod your head in response and he brings his lips to yours once more. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, rough and a little painful but it brings him to the edge. You weren’t expecting to cum again but when you feel the warmth in your core and his moans against your mouth you're hit with yet another orgasm. 

His thrusts go shallow as he rides out his orgasm, the overstimulation has you whimpering against him and he places butterfly kisses along your throat as he slowly pulls out of you. He doesn’t pull away from you entirely, instead he keeps your body pinned between him and his table. You both stay there until you regain your breath and you gently push him away from you. 

Your thighs are sticky from the mixture of your orgasm and his but you have no desire to be in his apartment any longer than you need to. Lia was right. You just needed to “hit it and quit” for you to be done with him. You know he’s watching you, but you ignore him as you move your underwear back in place and straighten your clothes out once you stand up. From the corner of your eye you see him pulling his pants back up and running a hand through his hair to try to straighten it out a bit. You turn to him reluctantly, all confidence long gone as you force yourself to make eye contact with him.

“Thanks for dinner, I’ll see you around,” you say, void of any emotion. He opens his mouth to say something but changes his mind as he nods and gives you a tight lipped smile, looking away from you and crossing his arms in front of him. 

You leave his apartment and the shutting of his door behind you leaves you conflicted. You got what you wanted from him, an explanation and an apology, along with getting to see a side to him you never thought you’d see. You thought you’d feel better, but you don’t. You don’t know how to feel. 

More A/N: Hey if you liked this then maybe consider checking out my masterlist? Or feel free to read the last fic I’ve posted!

𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐗: 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

word count: 6.7K

warning(s)/note(s): nothing much except it's a little suggestive at the end, but it's nothing too risque! Also more lore is explained here?

One week.

It’s exactly been one week since Sunghoon’s abrupt disappearance and Y/N would like to say that she’s been hanging on quite well since he left, but even she knew that it was just a front to keep everyone from worrying. She already caused a ruckus that same night, rushing out of her room and demanding the remaining two of the demons (who were in the middle of raiding her fridge) to quit their prank and just tell her where her boyfriend is hiding.

It ultimately led her to breaking down in tears once Jay and Jake had proven that they had no hand in Sunghoon leaving.

Y/N didn’t want to be dramatic and say that a week of her being left alone was the worst days of her life. It was, but it wasn’t to the point where she had to lose herself completely and waste away from wondering if Sunghoon was ever going to come back. He hasn’t even granted her wish yet, so there’s still a chance that he’ll be back. Perhaps a kerfuffle had arisen in the realm of Hell and it required his assistance… though wouldn’t Hell need Jay and Jake as well? Either way, Y/N just wants him back home.

Coming up with possible reasons was one way of reassuring herself. So far it does keep her from breaking into tears every second, however, she can only do so much. Sunghoon did leave her confused. She wasn’t that bad of a kisser, was she? And if she was, it wouldn’t be that much of a deal-breaker. Maybe she was slowly losing her grip on sanity and it’s all her stupid ghoster of a boyfriend’s fault.

It’s kind of funny how quick she adapted to having a roommate around, having Sunghoon around that mornings alone now are dull. Her usual mornings consisted of her either waking up to the smell of Sunghoon’s cooking or the man himself texting her to go eat once he senses that she’s awake and is just taking her sweet time getting out the soft confines of her bed. Being taken to and from school had become a permanent fixture on her weekdays that as soon as the demon realized that the temporary helmet he had lying around wasn’t going to give her precious head the protection it needed, he went out of his way to purchase a new one and in her favorite color too.

Y/N’s eyes gleamed as she held the helmet her roommate had gotten her, “awe, Hoonie! You shouldn’t have!” and she let out a series of amazed noises while turning the thing around to further admire the sleek yet pretty design. “and in my favorite color too? That’s so sweet of you!”

Pinching his nose bridge in annoyance, he sighs through his nose, “don’t call me that.” He says sternly. Sunghoon couldn't even count the amount of times he had to remind her to not address him with such a degrading nickname and time and time again she chooses to not listen.

Once again, Y/N completely disregards Sunghoon’s apparent ire and scolding and instead directs her still sparkling gaze towards him. He promptly went ahead and looked at her forehead to avoid staring into her eyes. “How’d you know I love this color? Did you ask my friends?“ She places the helmet down on the breakfast nook, now resting her chin on the palm of hands with a coy smile.

Sunghoon immediately scoffs, crossing his arms, “don’t let it inflate your head, little human. The color is literally everywhere in here. Not to mention you wear it almost every day. It’s really hard to miss.” He grunts.

“Wow, you’ve paid that much attention to little ol’ me?” Y/N bats her lashes in a rather excessive manner that Sunghoon briefly wondered if she was feeling okay when noting how ridiculous she looked. “Aren’t you the observant one, demon of mine, hm?” She teased with a cheshire grin.

He returns it with a coy smile, “how can I not?” His tone is soft and sweet, “the pastel is a complete eyesore.”

Y/N’s sunny disposition faded just like that. “You’re a bitch actually.”

Sunghoon merely cackled and left her there seething.

The helmet now sits on the shoe rack right beside Sunghoon’s sleek black one and it gives Y/N some kind of hope that he will be back. It was after all—kind of—the start of his peculiar way of showing he cared.

One of those was cooking for her and it honestly became a staple too.

It’s been said that demons—Dealers, specifically—were trained to not only be a human’s protector, but as a caretaker as well. While some do practice cooking for the sake of their job, Sunghoon does it because he loves to—a necessary skill turned hobby. There’s a reason why salt has no effect on any of Hell’s creatures anymore and that’s because Satan himself has grown fond of cooking. Sunghoon, from what Y/N can tell, was ecstatic at the fact as he told her this.

Sunghoon doesn’t even bother to mask the visible pride that swelled in him, watching Y/N finish every bit of the meal he had graciously cooked for her with an air of smugness surrounding him.

There’s a hum of delight before Y/N lets out a tiny burp, followed by a quick ‘excuse me’ and wiping her mouth with a tissue, “easily one of the best meals I’ve ever had, holy shit.”

“You say that every time I cook,” he points out, one of his hands making a vague gesture for the dishes to pile up by themselves and float over to where the sink is. Nonetheless, the praise was very welcomed, if the pleased smile wasn’t already enough to show how much he appreciated Y/N’s endless appreciation for his cooking.

She mumbled her thanks when he served her a cold glass of iced tea, “your point?” Sunghoon shrugs and it’s an acceptable enough answer as Y/N takes a quick sip. “It’s kinda cool that salt doesn’t affect your kind anymore.”

And he’s glad too because he would never want to serve her anything that’s bland or lacked any other flavor, not that she needs to know. “You’ve got to thank Satan and his love for cooking, or else you wouldn’t be singing your praises.”

The room brightens a bit when Y/N beams at him, lifting her glass for another drink, “well you’re in luck ‘cause I’m gonna sing more of them!”

One corner of Sunghoon’s mouth tilted up as he shook his head, hopping off of the barstool to get started on the dishes. “Do what you want, little human.”

Y/N doesn’t need to know, but perhaps there could be another reason why he looked forward to cooking.

Not only was his cooking delicious, but it gave her the sense of what home entails. She can tell that he puts a lot of effort into it as he’d rather use his hands and not his powers and whether or not that was just his way of showing that, no, he wasn’t secretly poisoning her when she accused him before, it’s all good. Because watching him at work and content is something Y/N would love to see for as long as she’ll be able too.

To Y/N, home cooked meals had always brought her some kind of comfort. Home cooked meals are always made with the intent of feeding friends and family alike and making sure they have the proper sustenance to keep them healthy. It’s one of the many non-verbal means of showcasing one’s love to another and perhaps it’s one of Sunghoon’s ways too.

Y/N hoped so because if there was a physical manifestation of what home is, it might as well be him and his cooking.

Sitting alone at the breakfast nook just reminded of how dear she holds his cooking of all things that make up Sunghoon as a person. It could have been his one-of-a-kind personality, his looks even since he’s one unbelievably handsome guy or maybe his wits and dry sense of humor; but no, his cooking what made her fall for him completely.

Who knows, maybe Sunghoon poured his own love into every meal he prepares for that to happen? As they say, the way to a man’s—well, woman’s heart is through her stomach.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Heeseung might as well break the silence. It’s quite odd that his best friend hasn’t said anything the moment they arrived at their spot that overlooks the Han River and as much as it was nice to have a peaceful outing with the menace.

“I do. yeah.” Of course she does. Heeseung doesn’t even need to ask her that. Y/N loves Sunghoon. So much in fact that it could even transcend love itself and it sucks that she couldn’t even tell him that before playing an unwarranted hide-and-seek where he left Y/N as the involuntary seeker.

Only problem is, she doesn’t know where to start.

She tried texting him, but those were left unread. Her calls wouldn’t go through so she assumed that Sunghoon, may in fact, be in Hell. Or his phone could be dead, whichever comes first.

One time she even tried a summoning ritual to see if it would work a second time. However, before she could even utter a word of it, Jay comes bursting—bursting as in poofing in with black smoke—in, ultimately stopping her from making a mistake that could have put her life in danger.

Jay had no idea where he was either. He also did what Y/N did seeing as they were in the modern age of where almost everyone owned smartphones so he might as well take his chances to see if Sunghoon’s would pick up his calls.

He didn’t and that just worries Y/N even more. She can only hope that his disappearance had nothing to do with her.

Her friends did their best in keeping her company after Jay’s visit.

It turns out he came over to ask if Y/N knew where Jake and Sunoo were because they had somehow pulled a Sunghoon for whatever reason. They bonded over Jay making a joke that they probably eloped, but then regretting it as it does seem likely and both of them tried contacting the missing pair, only to get the same results of unread messages and calls that just won’t go through.

Each of them had their own peculiar ways of getting her mind off of it, some of which involved taking her out to do something that requires immense physical effort that at least left Y/N tired and eager to hibernate until Satan knows when.

(Y/N supposed that the paintball match she had with Soobin, Riki and Wonyoung helped ease her frustrations. She imagines Sunghoon’s face as one of the targets they used to practice on. Y/N immediately apologizes in her head after.)

There are times where they offer to come over and keep her entertained by playing games, watching movies or multiple TV series or just simply hang around and waste away on the couch.

(Jungwon is a frequent visitor who does just that. Y/N doesn’t know what to expect from him; either he’ll show up as a cat to laze around with her, or he’ll show up as himself to actually do something with her. Sometimes he ends up doing both.)

To put it simply, they did all that they could to make her feel less lonely in the absence of her boyfriend. Even Beomgyu did his best as a temporary roommate too before the day he finally moved out now that the company he worked for had found him a place to stay. Even then, he still makes sure to check up on her in spite of his physical absence.

“More than you loved me?” Heeseung teases, laughing heartily when Y/N swats at his arm.

He can tell Y/N is embarrassed by the way her face twists in annoyance as she avoids his gaze, letting her eyes fall onto the water. “That’s uncalled for. You know I love you too.” And Y/N did. She still does, but the love she has for Heeseung was the kind you’d have for your best friend. Heeseung radiates something familiar, comforting even as Y/N knew what it was like to be loved by the witch. Heeseung was warm, comforting and she will be forever thankful that she was able to loved by him.

“I know,” He grins, “but not in the way you love Sunghoon.”

Y/N snorts, “oh please, it sounds like you’re making me choose between you two.” She then looks thoughtful, lips pursed in concentration as she toes the ground. “Which I can’t. I don’t think it’d be the same if I had to choose one and leave the other. I need you both in my life, you know?” She laughs under her breath while shaking her head. “Fuck, I don’t know. Forget what I said.” Y/N shrinks in on herself, feeling a little silly at the word vomit.

“No, I get what you mean. It would fucking suck if I had to lose my best friend too.” He throws his around her shoulders, “I mean, I don’t think anyone would fit the honorary monster fucker when you’re gone.” He earns a light smack on the stomach for that.

“Asshole.”

Heeseung laughs, “he loves you too, you know? You should have seen him the night you went missing. Sunghoon was really close to throwing away all of his morals if it meant that he’d have you back.” He reassures her. “He’ll come back for you. If not, maybe I’ll look for him myself and drag his ass back to you.”

The atmosphere grows lighter when Y/N laughs, falling over slightly until her head rests on Heeseung’s shoulder, “you’d that for me?”

Heeseung ends up resting his head on top of hers, nodding slightly, “I can see how happy he makes you, Y/N, and I think you of all people deserve to smile the way you’ve been smiling ever since Sunghoon came into your life.”

“You look real happy, Sun.” Y/N teases, getting comfortable under the covers and resting against the multitude of pillows pulled behind her. “If you smile even brighter, I bet you'd put the actual sun out of business.” She sing-songs.

Sunoo burst into raucous laughter on his end, shaking his head in denial and making Y/N giggle because she can clearly see how flattered he is. “I think Jake should learn something from you.” His camera shakes from the light laughter, “His attempts at flirting are shit, but his face makes up for it I guess.”

There’s a whine heard from Sunoo’s end before a full head of blond hair belonging to the devil himself pops into frame, hooking his chin on the other’s shoulder. “Stop taking my human away from me, Y/N.”

“Love how you accept that I am capable of taking him away from you.” Y/N sticks her tongue in response to the demon glaring at her.

Sunoo on the other hand rolls his eyes at Jake’s dramatics, but he still rests his head against the latter’s. “Trust me, darling, if Sunghoon and Jake weren’t in the picture, I would have willingly gone to you instead.” A dramatic sigh falls from his lips. “Maybe in another life.”

“Yeah, can you both stop now? Because the last time I checked, both my boyfriend and you were taken.” Then Jake grimaces when Sunoo elbows him, “well, pending on Y/N’s end… sorry.”

“Oh my God,” Jakes hisses to which Sunoo pointedly ignores, “read the fucking room, Jaeyun.”

Y/N graces them both with a rueful smile, shaking her head, “it’s fine, Sun.”

“Still no word from him?”

“No. Jay tried to reach out to him too, but got nothing. Speaking of the guy, he was looking for both of you. Where are you both anyway? That does not look like Jay’s place.”

Jake manages to take the phone away from Sunoo after three unsuccessful grabs since the latter is stronger than he looks. So now the blond holds the phone, a grin brightening up his face, which leaves Sunoo to sulk in the background, unimpressed. “We’re at Sunoo’s parents' home for New Years!” Jake appears absolutely giddy at the prospect of being invited by the said parents and if he had a tail, Y/N’s sure it would be wagging. “I think they like me.” He whispers, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/N laughs at the sight behind him: Sunoo’s foxy eyes widened comically paired with his mouth agape in disbelief.

“They only like you because you remind them of a golden retriever!”

Jake only hums, panning the camera closer to his face, “didn’t your sister want one though?”

Her laughter increases in volume as she witnesses them squabble for the phone. Y/N has no idea why they even have to when she pays equal attention to both boys. Still, this is some quality entertainment some TV shows fail to deliver, but she thinks enough is enough when Sunoo chomps down on Jake’s bicep, making him yelp in pain.

“Alright, break it up lovebirds that’s eno—” A loud crash interrupts her and it’s loud enough that the guys hear it on their end.

Sunoo’s eyes then widen, “what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna check. I’ll call you back.” and Y/N drops the call despite Sunoo and Jake’s protests for her to not do that. It isn’t even close to midnight when she checks the time and she promptly locks her phone, letting it slip from her fingers to bounce on the plush surface of her bed before flipping the blanket off of her.

She pulls the cardigan tighter around her the moment she shivers. The wooden floors still remain as cold as ever and she curses herself from forgetting to pull on socks. Though the thought doesn’t linger for too long, getting a sense of deja vu as she finds herself once again taking tentative steps towards her door.

It’s kind of poetic, Y/N supposes, if what she’ll find on the other side is Sunghoon deciding to come back home. After all, this is exactly how their first official meeting went and maybe, just maybe it is him, Satan, she hopes it is him because Y/N isn’t sure if she’ll be able to withstand another day of wondering if he’ll ever come back to her.

Goosebumps rise on her skin the moment Y/N’s fingers brush against the door handle, heart lurching to her throat once she feels the click from applying the necessary amount of force and then she pulls.

On the contrary to the night of the summoning, the hallway this time isn’t bathed in the inky-black darkness. The accent lights shining from the kitchen were more than enough as a source of lighting if Y/N ever needed to get something that wasn’t in her bedroom.

And it’s also enough to shine light on the figure that stood on the opposite end of the hallway.

It’s common knowledge by now that it takes a lot to scare Y/N, being desensitized to basically everything that is deemed terrifying in human standards. Now that she’s aware of the existence of supernaturals that live among her and the human race, she can guarantee anything that involves them shouldn’t scare her either.

But right at this moment, Y/N is scared; scared that what she’s looking at right now is some sick and twisted manifestation of her longing heart that decided to team up with her brain to cause such a thing in the first place. Y/N sounds like a broken record at this point. Yes, she wants Sunghoon home, yes she misses him so much and yes, leaving her in the early hours of Christmas day hurt so fucking much that she spent the entire day crying while wearing the gift Sunghoon had gotten her for the occasion.

In spite of the rush of fear, she calls out his name and something lights up in Sunghoon’s eyes.

“Y/N…” He says and makes a running start to get to her. Y/N is faster, however, and she slams the door close before Sunghoon could get in a two-feet range, locking it. “Y/N!”

Tears start to line her eyes, blurring her vision when he starts knocking and the familiar sting she gets in her nose every time she’s close to crying has her taking a deep breath.

“Y/N, open the door!” Y/N’s tears fall at how desperate he sounds and she rests her forehead against the wooden surface. “Please.” and she sobs, hating how choked up she feels all of a sudden.

“Why should I?” Her voice cracks, “you left.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I had to!” Sunghoon defends. There’s a dull thunk that follows after that. “And I’m back, aren’t I? I’m here, Y/N, so please… open the door.”

Y/N holds onto the door handle, “tell me one good reason why I should open the fucking door.” She sniffles, angrily wiping away her tears. “One good reason, Sunghoon.”

“I’m here to stay, Y/N.”

She freezes.

“What—what do you…” She trails off, tentative fingers moving to rest on the lock.

“I’m here to stay.” Sunghoon repeats with much conviction this time, “Just—please, open the door and I’ll explain everything.”

That’s all it takes before Y/N unlocks and yanks the door wide open.

Sunghoon's heart breaks at the sight, “oh Y/N…” She doesn’t even realize her tears came back in full force. Tears upon tears falling from her eyes as sobs wracked her body. Sunghoon immediately brings her in for a hug. “Satan, I’m so fucking sorry.” Y/N only sobs harder, clinging onto him and ultimately staining his shirt with her crying. But he doesn’t care, not one bit.

Sunghoon did the one thing he told himself no to do. He hurt her deeply and he knows he has no room to be upset over her dampening his shirt.

He cups both of Y/N’s cheeks, which is a rather embarrassing position for her when she’s keenly aware that she probably looked so pathetic post-crying. But the way Sunghoon looks at her isn’t exactly what she expects after sobbing something ugly and she can't help but to subtly preen underneath his fond gaze.

Even so, she still glares at him. “You were really mean doing all that, you know?” She sniffs, “made me think I sucked ass at kissing when I know I don’t.”

A smile pulls at his lips and he wipes the tears left on her eyelashes away with his thumbs, “I know and really am sorry, Y/N. I swear, I left with good reason and I know I should have told you before I did.” Sunghoon sighs through his nose and then presses his lips to her forehead briefly. “I’m sorry, angel.” He pulls back to look at her face once more and indeed, she does look rather pitiful; round eyes glassy with unshed tears and lips wobbling in the slightest. Admittedly, Y/N looked rather endearing that Sunghoon could not resist the urge to tease her just a little bit.

He does exactly that by mirroring (or at least tries to) Y/N’s exact expression, albeit in a more comical way causing her face to twist in distaste and he mimics that too. “And you are a stellar kisser. The best.” This time around, Sunghoon kisses her fully on the lips and this one isn’t hurried unlike before. It’s sweeter too that it draws a pleased sigh from Y/N.

“I expect more of that later.” She fixes him a light glare once pulling back from him, a little dazed. “Without the teasing.”

Sunghoon cracks a grin, “anything you want, little human.” Kiss. “By the way, I never thought you were that much of a hopeless romantic.”

Y/N cocks her head, letting herself be pulled out of her bedroom to follow him, “what exactly do you mean by that?”

He presents her a quick knowing smile over his shoulder, “The night of our first kiss? I saw myself in your mindscape. I’m your precious thing Y/N and I think you can figure out why I had to leave.”

“You never mentioned people could be someone’s precious thing…” After all, Sunghoon did say ‘thing’ and not ‘person’ and he never really expounded on that before.

Sunghoon shrugs, placing a second serving of an egg sandwich on the breakfast nook. Y/N quietly says her thanks. “You never asked. But I've got to ask, why do you think I'm your precious item?"

"Well, besides the obvious, like me having a huge and embarrassing crush on you..." she trails off, rubbing her lower lip on the rim of her glass.

"Y/N, I'm literally your boyfriend."

Y/N continues on, "and you being my hot demon boyfriend, I think the time I spent with you is just as precious to me as you are too."

"Satan, you're such a hopeless romantic." Sunghoon says fondly. "And you having no wish for me to grant?

She avoids his gaze, "... I didn't really need to wish for anything since I already had you."

"Satan, you are such a sap."

“Yes, well...” She resigns, taking a huge bite from her sandwich. “Does it not happen often? People being as such?"

“Don’t talk when your mouth is full please.” He huffs at the sheepish smile he receives as an apology. “It’s not a frequent occurrence, yes, but I never really found out what happens to the demon who comes across it.” Sunghoon takes Y/N’s prolonged silence as a sign to continue, “as for me, it’s definitely a first that I had to pay a visit home and have a talk with Lucifer.”

“What did you talk about?”

Sunghoon grins wryly, taking a seat across from her.

What was once the tranquil atmosphere of Lucifer’s office as he went over the piles upon piles of paperwork Satan entrusted him was immediately ruined when the heavy double doors flew open and sent one tall stack of documents to topple over.

Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh, running both of his hands over his face, “Sunghoon. Welcome home,” The fallen stack of paper returned to its pristine state with a wave of his hand. “You could have at least told me you were coming by to visit.”

“I apologize, I was in a hurry.” He grunts

Lucifer’s current domain was strangely reminiscent of an executive’s office; dark, dreary and given a gothic twist to fit whatever aesthetic he preferred at the moment and it’s rather ironic that Sunghoon, someone who also thrives on darker aesthetics, felt oddly suffocated by the whole setup even if he’s been a frequent visitor.

Though what unsettled him more was how suspiciously calm Yoongi was at his abrupt appearance. The usual treatment he’d get when he would enter unannounced was a stern command of leaving, but Sunghoon gets none of that and the older man merely cocked an eyebrow at his dawdling.

“Yes? Did you need something?” His apparent confusion furthered Sunghoon’s own bafflement. “I don’t have all day, Sunghoon.” He does, time runs a little differently in Hell.

“It’s… my client.” Sunghoon starts, unsure of what to stay next because Lucifer is acting calm. Too calm.

Yoongi hums, sifting through the small pile of paperwork that laid in front of him until his sharp eyes brighten a tad once lifting one of them, “L/N Y/N yes? What seems to be the problem? Trouble in paradise, I suppose?”

Sunghoon’s cheeks heated up, “No. And I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”

“It is to me since you are in my office.” He deadpans, “now tell me what you’re here for.”

“Y/N’s precious thing… It’s me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

“Fascinating. So you’re here to turn yourself in then? Since you’re her precious thing?”

“No. She doesn’t even have a wish.”

“I…. fail to see why you’re here then, if that’s the case.”

“Fuck—her having a wish for me to grant or not, I really do not give a shit.” Sunghoon seethes. “Dad,” well unholy shit, Yoongi hasn’t heard that in a while, “I don’t ask for much—and you know this, I know you do. But Y/N, she’s all I ever want. Is there anything else I could do that doesn’t involve erasing her memories?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi pushes off of his desk chair and makes a bee-line to one of the metal file cabinets that stood behind him. “L/N Y/N, was it?”

“... yes?” That’s all he needed until Sunghoon ends up watching him rifle through each of the manila folders in all of the drawers with fervor until he eventually pulls one out and unfolds it. “What are you looking for?”

Yoongi deflects his question with one of his own, “Have you ever wondered where the L/N’s wealth came from?”

The older man gets a head-shake as an initial reply, “Y/N never mentioned anything about it. I just know her parents run a successful business and that’s it.” He narrows his eyes, “what does this have to do with me?”

“The L/N’s weren’t always this wealthy. Neither of the couple came from a wealthy background and they had struggled to make ends meet with their budding business.” Yoongi paced around the room in calm and measured steps as he looked through the file. “As you all know, I too lent a hand in striking deals with humans from time to time and coincidentally, it was me who struck a deal with them both. A successful business that will remain successful until the end of time in exchange for what they value the most.”

Sunghoon snorts, then laughs under his breath, “‘what they value the most’, huh? I’m sorry but I don’t think they value anything besides each other and money.” His apparent amusement slowly morphs into disbelief however when Yoongi merely gives him an enigmatic smile in response to his supposed joke.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me… Y/N?”

The devil grins, “Yes. In exchange for their success, they offered Hell their first born, L/N Y/N.” Yoongi snaps the folder shut, throwing it towards Sunghoon who catches it with little to no effort. “So technically, Y/N has been Hell’s property from the moment she was conceived and it’s been said in Satan’s law book, once Y/N becomes of age and only if she manages to summon a demon on her own accord—”

“She then becomes mine.”

“She then becomes yours, yes, since you are the demon she’s bound to. It’s in your every right to decide if you shall keep her or not, but I assume you’ll be going with the first option?”

Sunghoon nods and that’s all Yoongi needs as confirmation, “so wait, you’re saying Y/N has been promised to me all this time?”

“Not quite.” Yoongi returns to the comfort of his office chair. “She could have been anyone else’s. She could have been one of your brothers’ too.” He doesn't miss the way Sunghoon’s jaw clenches at the hypothetical outcome. “And since her blood deemed you to be the most compatible of all the Dealers during the ritual, she got assigned to you. Did you not read about it in Satan’s law book?”

“I stopped reading when I reached the part where it said no one is allowed to be more handsome than him actually.” Yoongi “ah’s” in response and makes a mental note to scratch that off. “But thank you.”

Lucifer waves him off, “no need to thank me. I was simply a gateway to your human and fate did the rest of the job for you.” He gets a start on the paperwork again, this time, a pair of glasses materialize from the bridge of his nose, reading over the same document he had been working on.

“Well, thank you for being a gateway then.” Sunghoon coughs awkwardly. “Has this happened before?”

Yoongi grabs a ballpoint pen, marking something, “It has, though it’s very very rare and I think it’s rather hilarious that the emotionally driven Dealer is one of the ones who snagged a promised human.” He laughs good naturedly at the glare he receives.

“Well, I can’t really help who I fall in love with.”

“Nor can you help your emotions, it seems. It has always been a double-edged sword for you.” Yoongi notes. “And fate is a fickle thing, Sunghoon. Fate is kind to those who are deserving and fate is ruthless to those who are not.”

Relief is the only thing Sunghoon felt right now as he plops unceremoniously on one of the seats that sat in front of the desk, looking through the file that indeed, states that Y/N’s parents had willingly offered their first born to the clutches of Hell.

“And it seems that fate is on your side. It brought you to Y/N and is in favor of you being with her.”

“Okay, but my parents are still assholes for that ‘cause what the actual fuck? They offered me to Hell?”

Sunghoon nods solemnly, “yeah, I think we gathered that your parents are both fucked in the head, angel.”

At one point, both had migrated to the couch once Y/N got her fill of his cooking (it’s only been a week, but she genuinely feels so deprived of it) so now, both are sitting comfortably on the plush expanse of it. Well, it’s Sunghoon who’s doing while Y/N made use of his thighs as pillows for her head as they talk and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the setup considering one of his hands subconsciously massages her scalp throughout the conversation.

“I mean… that somehow led me to you?.” Her laughs sounds a little crazed, “fuck, I’m sorry, it’s just a lot to take in.”

“We have more than enough time for you to digest all that. I know it took me a while.”

“Yeah, you definitely took your sweet time coming back.” Y/N rolls her eyes, sitting up to face him. “Better late than never.”

As sulky as she is, Y/N doesn’t move away when Sunghoon cradles her face, smiling as the pad of his thumb smooths her cheek, “and I’m sorry that I did.”

“Show me then.” She breathes, “show me how sorry you are.”

Sunghoon huffs out a laugh of disbelief, “ever the demanding one, aren’t you?” The hand that previously cupped her cheek trails a little lower until his fingers caresses the underside of her jaw, his thumb training the plumpness of her lower lips before he presses his lips against Y/N’s and he’s instantly granted a sigh of content with her kissing back just as eagerly.

They take it easy this time. There’s no need to rush, now that the weight on both of their shoulders is non-existent now that forever is promised for both of them. Both pour everything as their lips meld with one another at a languid pace. It’s slow and sweet and it’s what Y/N imagined their first kiss to be like, granted the actual one was just as good, but it’s the fact that they’re taking their time, moving at their own pace without any worry.

Though things start to pick up when the pent up frustration starts seeping through where hunger and desperation overpowers the need of wanting to savor the moment and Y/N finds herself perched on top of Sunghoon’s hips moments later with her fingers once again in his hair. Her brain is rendered into mush with every single nip and lick her mouth is subjected to. She can feel him smile while his hold around her tightens, pulling her flush against him and Y/N revels in it; revels in the way Sunghoon’s hands trailed underneath her shirt to hold on to the bare skin of her waist. His hold is tight and possessive, but it draws a pleased hum from her as she arches into his touch.

“So needy,” He breathes against her mouth before nipping and sucking at her bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you, hm?” One of his hands withdraw from underneath Y/N’s shirt for his fingers to tangle into her hair, pulling slightly to bare her neck.

“Hoon.” It comes out as a whine, but Sunghoon ignores her pleas in favor of trailing his lips around the expanse of her neck, grinning when Y/N shudders in his hold, “Hoon…” She ends up pushing him back a bit and taking a few seconds to admire how beautifully disheveled he looks; hair all mussed up, lips swollen red, entire face flushed and eyes hooded peering up at her questioningly.

“Too much?” Sunghoon pecks her lips in apology.

Y/N shakes her head, giggling when he places a tender kiss on her cheek, “too little, actually.” The demon arches an eyebrow, “take me to bed?”

And that prompts his eyes to widen, “Y/N…” But she isn’t having Sunghoon’s protests, choosing to gaze at him expectantly until he breaks and he can only take so much. It’s a miracle he’d managed to stay lucid when everything in him wants her just as badly.

“Please.” Satan, she’s begging now, and determination shines in the endless pools of her eyes along with the ever-present and crystal clear adoration she holds for the man under her. “I want you and I can take anything you give me.”

“I don’t know Y/N… I may lose control and I don’t want to hurt you—oh come on!” Sunghoon groans once catching a faint glimmer in her eyes, exasperated. “You really aren’t beating the ‘freak in the sheets’ allegations, are you?”

She doesn’t even try to hide how much his words affected her, “hey! This—” she gestures wildly to herself. “—is a willing body who is more than ready to face the possible consequences!” Y/N emphasizes. “You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t and something tells me you’re into it as much as I am.” She says that as she looks down.

Sunghoon ignores the impromptu staring contest his girlfriend is currently having with his crotch, “I’m just saying, Y/N and the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you in the middle of… you know.”

Y/N sighs, “Park Sunghoon.”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed, please.”

“Okay.”

Moments later after blindly bumping into things , Y/N’s head falls onto the soft hills of her sheets and smiling coyly when Sunghoon crawls up the length of her form to hover above her. His eyes search for any hesitancy just to make sure she is more than willing to take the next step, but all he sees is the love of his life willing to give him everything and more and his heart swells when she graces him with the sweetest of smiles.

He brushes away the stray hairs from her face, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Wow, never thought you’d be the first one to say the ‘L’ word.” She grins as she wraps her legs around his hips and he barely catches himself crashing his weight on her.

“Just say it back, you menace.”

“Ooh and very confident too.” Y/N pulls him down for the nth kiss of the night, “and I love you too, Sunghoon.” She says in the softest tone he had heard her speak. “As the saying goes, I am yours as you are mine.”

Sunghoon grins, leaning in to press his forehead against hers, “I am yours as you are mine. Forever.”

a/n: I only got 4 hours of sleep cos I was finishing this LMFAOOO yes I am ok dw! And whoever guessed that Sunghoon is Y/N's precious item you deserve a cookie 🍪! (also if u see any mistakes, pardon me i was running on little sleep 💔)

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.

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