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just about perfect - seonghwa

howdy folks, back with another fic but i’m switching it up on ya! i might start writing regularly for ateez as well so y’all are cool with that right? right.

summary: this is NOT inspired by seonghwa saying he watches nevertheless. why would you even think that.

warnings: not the kind of warning u were expecting but there’s no smut (i know its based off a show abt friends with benefits so that’s why i’m warning u. do not get ur hopes up) a little cussing, a lotta me waxing poetic abt the perfect man park seonghwa. also slight tomfoolery from the teezers

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When You Take Him Bra Shopping ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched a fan scurry away, leaving Seonghwa stunned as he stood beside you down the aisle.

“Your face,” you teased, admiring how flustered Seonghwa was by your side.

“That’s going to be trending in ten minutes, I bet,” Seonghwa sighed, his shoulders shrugging as he looked away in the distance.

“It was a chance that you took here.”

A sigh escaped from Seonghwa, frustrated more by the wide grin that was etched upon your face. “You can stop enjoying the fact that I’ve been caught bra shopping with you too, it’s your fault that I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, you’re face right now is just making it impossible for me not to enjoy this.”

“Damn,” he mumbled, “my reputation, ruined.”

Your eyes rolled as Seonghwa murmured, “stop being so dramatic, I bet your fans might even like finding this out.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Seonghwa groaned, nudging your side. “They’re going to know that I’m whipped after this.”

“Well, you shouldn’t lie to your fans.”

Hongjoong:

Questionable eyes looked to Hongjoong in response to the unfamiliar silence that was following you around the aisles of bras.

“Are you alright?” You eventually asked Hongjoong, noticing how nervous he was.

“Me? Yeah…I’m fine,” Hongjoong stuttered, running his hand along his left arm as he tried to distract from his anxiousness.

“You don’t want to be here, right?”

A shy smile crept onto Hongjoong’s face in response to just how well you knew him. “It’s not really a place that I’ve shopped before, it’s not as if I’m much use when you’re the one looking for a bra either, right?”

“You can be a great use to me, why don’t you point out a bra around here that you like?”

“Really?” He quizzed, “you want my help?”

You hummed in reply as you took a hold of Hongjoong’s hand, “in a way these bras are being bought for you too if you think.”

“I guess that’s true,” Hongjoong sniggered. “Well, if you’re asking, there was one that caught my eye on the last aisle.”

“Come and show me which one.”

Yunho:

The sound of a snigger from behind you made you jump, head snapping around to look at Yunho who smiled innocently to you.

“Seriously?” You shrugged, staring at him in disbelief as another snigger came.

“I can’t help it,” he tried his best to explain to you, “it’s just weird to find myself in this position, it’s almost like a dream.”

“A dream to be bra shopping?”

Yunho nodded as you looked cluelessly back across at him, continuing to shop. “I bet if you asked pretty much any guy they would tell you that being here is like some sort of dream of heaven for them Y/N.”

“Sometimes it really scares me to think of the things that you daydream about at times.”

“I’m not that bad,” Yunho laughed, “I think.”

Your head shook as he encouraged you to continue browsing, “I didn’t think bra shopping would give you such a kick.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Yunho suddenly told you, “but it is still a little bit exciting to be around all of these bras.”

“Just stop talking about bras Yunho.”

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STARWARS - P.SH

Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 4,103

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie

Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!

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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.

The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.

You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.

"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.

You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.

He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.

"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.

Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N"

"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.

"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.

He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.

"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.

You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.

"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.

He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.

"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.

You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.

"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.

"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.

"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.

"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.

You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.

At least, not again.

"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.

"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.

He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.

He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.

"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.

His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.

"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.

You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.

He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.

Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.

Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.

He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.

"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.

"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.

"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.

Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.

"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.

"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.

You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.

"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.

He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.

"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.

He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.

His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.

"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.

You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 

Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.

You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.

As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.

"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.

"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.

"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.

"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.

His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.

You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.

You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.

"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.

"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.

Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.

"Hwaseong-"

"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.

"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.

"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.

"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.

Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.

The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.

The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?

It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.

the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.

Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.

Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"

His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.

Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.

You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.

You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together

"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.

"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.

His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.

"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.

He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.

His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.

Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.

"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.

He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.

He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.

"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.

He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.

"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.

His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.

His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.

"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"

"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"

That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.

Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.

Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.

You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.

You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.

"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.

Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.

Or so you thought.

"I love you"

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Seonghwa and 3 if you don’t mind please 😽

Prompt : 3 "You feel so good." + Park Seonghwa

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : What was one way to prove to your father you weren't a little innocent girl anymore? Sleep with the enemy...

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 624

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Angst  

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: MobBoss!Seonghwa x MobPrincess!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Unprotected sex. Edging. Pussy slapping. Swearing. Mafia gang stuff. Pet names. Sir kink. Mean-ish Seonghwa. Big dick Seonghwa.

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You couldn't help but live with only one purpose. To please Mr Park Seonghwa. He was a ruthless killer and a lavish lover. He spent most nights at his brother's nightclub, waiting for his next prey to satisfy himself. But when he laid eyes on you. The most beautiful and elegant little flower. He knew he needed to have you.

You were just too perfect. A young girl looking for a fresh start, so why did you stumble upon a bar filled with drunken mistakes and drugged-up nobodies? But the truth is simple. You were looking for excitement. Looking for trouble.

Needing to prove to your father that you weren't an inconsequential girl anymore. You could take charge, leave a room breathless at your presence, and take what you wanted. But alas, when you crawled into Seonghwa's lap. You both knew your oh-so-perfect image came crumbling down...

"P-please S-sir I, I wanna come so bad." Seonghwa has held you tightly down on his bed for the past hour, edging you until your pussy was puffy and sensitive. He wanted to see the tears rolling down your face before he would let you come. And every time you were close to the edge, his cock would slip out of your soaked cunt and he'd give it a slap, making you scream so loud you were sure his bodyguards heard how pathetic you sounded for him.

Tsk. He clicked his tongue, smirking sadistically from above you. His face was mere inches from yours, but when you tried to reach for a kiss, he'd pull back, making you whimper even more. "Come on, darling. I wanna see those tears. Can't you do that for me?"

He knew you were close to tears. You just needed one more push. So he sank his thick cock back into you with a sharp snap making you gasp out, gripping the silk sheets below you.

"SEONG!"

"My, my. Look at you dove. Imagine what your father would think, knowing you were so cock drunk off his enemy."

Yes, that's right, Seonghwa was not only trouble but the trouble your father warned you about. If you were going to be your father's successor, his enemies would become yours but here you were letting his number one adversary fuck the living shit out of you until you were nothing but a crying, pleading mess.

"Sir please I've been a good girl, let me cum." Tears finally broke down your face making Seonghwa snap his hips harder into you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass, as his cock drives deeper into you.

"You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight. Fuck you swore I'd never fuck you before." His words were pure vulgarity and you loved every second of it. "Are you gonna cum now baby? Come on, make a mess on your cock. It's yours, isn't it? Just like I'm yours and you are mine."

You cried in response, feeling more tears fall, beginning to wet the bed.

"Say it, doll. Who owns you? Who owns this fucking delicious cunt of yours?" His hot breath pooled against your wet cheek, making you finally open your eyes to meet his. They were dark, blown out with an inhuman nature mixing with lust. He was going to be the death of you—literally—. But deep down you knew he would protect you the moment you met him. You had to pick sides and prove to not only others but yourself that you were just as capable of being in this line of work as Seonghwa or your father. You were just as much trouble as anyone else.

"Yours..." You spoke clearly for the first time tonight.

"I am yours..."

DUNE. - p. seonghwa (m)

➼ genre; smut ➼ pairing; seonghwa x fem!reader ➼ au; outlaw/biker!seonghwa, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut, vaping mention ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 5.4k

Your excursions with Seonghwa are never anything holy despite how sacred the time shared between you feels at times.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, public sex (ie outdoors and on a motorcycle), oral: m, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking/biting, face fucking, deepthroating, slight edging, petnames: princess, kitten & doll, breeding kink, creampie, some religious imagery, slight objectification

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“You bastard.”

Dressed in nothing but a towel to keep you modest, you exit the bathroom in your far too small apartment expecting nothing but the simple task of getting your nightclothes from your bedroom. That, however, seems to be an impossibly tall order given what’s waiting for you in the living room. Sitting on your couch. With his stupid dirty boots all over your best piece of furniture in the house. So you can’t very well be blamed for your outburst upon seeing him, especially given the fact that he’s dared to show his face here and now like this.

The window adjacent to your couch is cracked as well, letting the evening air and likely every bug in the city into your home too.

“It’s been two months,” you snap before you can think through the lengthy list of things you’d like to rip into him about.

Seonghwa drops his head on the back of the couch and shifts to smile over at you, lopsided and dorky and all-around infuriating. Even more humiliating is the fact that you missed the sight of that grin, of him on your couch and in your home, and you dearly missed knowing when he would come back to you.

“And?”

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I Can See You

Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn

Word Count: 10,137

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences

Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.

Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay

thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long

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“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”

“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”

When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.

“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.

Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.

He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”

Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”

You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.

“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”

You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”

“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.

Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”

Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.

“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”

You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”

A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”

The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"

The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."

Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"

Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.

"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."

Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.

Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"

Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.

"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.

"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."

You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”

"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."

"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"

Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"

Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."

Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.

“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”

With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”

You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”

Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”

You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”

Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”

You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”

Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.

A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.

As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.

-

You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.

Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.

But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.

“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”

Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.

You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.

You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.

Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”

It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”

You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”

You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.

“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”

You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”

You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”

“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”

Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.

“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”

Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”

“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”

“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.

“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”

With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.

“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”

Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”

Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.

“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”

Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”

Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”

You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.

“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”

A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”

Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.

“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”

Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”

You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”

Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.

“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”

You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.

“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”

You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”

Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”

“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.

“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”

You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”

Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”

The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.

“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.

“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”

Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.

You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”

He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.

“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”

You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”

As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”

You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.

-

These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.

Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.

Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.

You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.

With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.

At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.

“Is that me?”

A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.

“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”

After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”

You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”

One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”

You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.

But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.

“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”

Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.

You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”

“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.

Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.

But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”

Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”

You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.

“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”

-

It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.

And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.

These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.

It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.

That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.

As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.

As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you’re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.

Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.

But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.

Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.

“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.

“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”

Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”

You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.

“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”

The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.

-

Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”

Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”

He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”

He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”

He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”

He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”

As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.

It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.

But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.

“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.

“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.” 

Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.

As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.

He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—

Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.

-

When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.

You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.

“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”

A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.

“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.

“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.

“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”

You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”

You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”

“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”

Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”

As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.

With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.

After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”

You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”

Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”

His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”

Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”

“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.

“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”

You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”

As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.

His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”

An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.

“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.

He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.

With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.

“Seonghwa–”  you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.

“Then don’t.”

Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.

“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”

You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”

Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.

You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.

“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.

The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”

You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.

As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.

And he still hasn’t come.

“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.

His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.

You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”

Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.

You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?” 

Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.

His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.

“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.

“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.

“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”

You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”

With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.

[10:23 AM]

"hwa," you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, "come on. we've slept in way too long."

he simply grumbles and pulls you back into a hug, and you sigh in defeat. you've been wiggling for a full minute, it's futile.

"nuh, you're so warm. it's too early," he complains against your shoulder, words muffled from your skin and the slurring that comes naturally when a sleepy boy is trying to convince you not to move.

he's cute as hell, but as much as you both wish it was, that's not a valid excuse for being late to your brunch date with the rest of the boys.

"babe, I'm serious. we're gonna be late," you tell him, but you probably should've considered the lack of shits he gives when he's tired, because he doesn't budge at all.

"two more minutes, love. then you can drag me out of bed, hm?" he bargains.

laughing, you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch.

though you'd consider yourself more of a night owl than a morning person, there's always something special about spending moments like these together. light streams in through your blinds - even though they're still closed, the useless things - and brightens the room with a warm yellow glow, and it looks and feels heavenly.

or it did, at least, but the moment is over when you hear someone snoring in your ear.

"alright, that's it. you gave me permission," you say as you finally break free of seonghwa's hold, standing up and reaching for his arm, "so up you get."

with one big tug, you manage to drag him a few centimetres. you suppose it counts as progress, but you ultimately decide to try his legs instead. pulling him towards the end of the bed, you manage to wake him (and startle him, but you don't feel very sorry for it) with your efforts.

"hey, hey," he cries, "I didn't sign up for this!"

your dragging does not cease.

"yes, you literally did! come on, hwa," you laugh as he finally accepts his fate and rolls his way towards you.

sitting up, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your tummy. your hands go back to playing with his hair, and you can hear him sigh happily. he leans back and looks up at you with a sweet smile.

"alright, I'm up," he says.

you lean down and place a small kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to giggle as a soft blush warms his cheeks.

"it's about time, sleepyhead."