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seventeenplug · 1 year

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Yoon Jeonghan X Reader (Get out)

Pairing - Non idol Yoon Jeonghan X Not gendered reader

Genre - angst + sad

Warning - mentions of being drunk - hitting - throwing items

Summary - As you waited and waited for your boyfriend to celebrate your two years together he appears drunk once more, and in mids of a fight confesses to his unfaithfulness.

Word count 1.6k

It was one of those nights again, he was out with his friends, one drink turning into five and then into ten, he could barely remember what he had first before he started mixing them.

Was it whiskey? Was it beer? Why was it hitting so strongly... that, he couldn't say for sure.

Maybe because he had a light dinner, leaving the office at late hours and deciding to head into a bar with his friends instead of home to his girlfriend who awaited him with dinner ready.

He didn't know, he had no clue of the day it was.

He forgot completely that you two had planned for a night in for your 2 year mark.

Work was hard, deadlines were closing in rather quickly and he couldn't just finish the work by himself for his team mates to get the credit that they never gave.

You sat alone at the dinner table, the lights were down, candles shined a warm light within the place, lightning up the path up to the table, where a vanilla candle burned. You had cooked for the entirety of the evening, having taken a break from work specifically to plan and care for the day.

What was it worth to him when he was out doing something unknown to you whilst you sat at the table, mascara sliding down your face as hot tears fell faster, sipping your glass of red wine.

It was well past midnight, your glass was empty, so was the bottle, which you had drowned your sorrow in.

You had tried multiple times to contact him, but it was of no effort, it went straight into voice mail, letting you know that it had either been turned off or had no battery.

Dragging your hand through your hair, you sighed, a shaken breath leaving your dry lips as you stood up from your chair, tears now dried onto your face simply leaving a trail of mascara behind.

But that's when he walked in, door unlocking, immediately alerting you who stood frozen in place just in front of the dinner table.

He closed the door, his back to you, as he locked it, you tried not to, but you couldn't help but laugh as he finally turned around, clearly drunk.

Laughing as if it was the funniest thing ever, when really, all you wanted to do was cry more at the mere thought of Jeonghan forgetting your 2 year celebration and going out for drinks instead, getting bat shit drunk and going home to you in said state.

So, you laughed, and laughed, tears falling once more, you didn't know if they fell from the laughter or due to the situation you were in.

Was this all he cared for you?

"Why... why are you laughing?" he asked, a single eyebrow raised as he eyed you weirdly.

"Do you know, how fucking embarassing this looks right now?" you asked him, although you chuckled, he could, despite his drunked state fully understand the venom dripping in your tone.

He looked around, his eyes locking onto every feature that you had changed within the place, the candles, uneaten dinner, the lights...

"What did I miss?" he asked clearly confused.

"Not much, you know, just an everyday mark" you shrugged, taking both plates into your hands and heading to the kitchen, the man following closely behind you as best he could.

"Y/N, come on. Just say it" he sighed, running his hand down his face, mind completely blank of what this could possibly mean.

"Nothing. Go to bed"

"Just fucking spit it out. For fucks sake, Y/N. Do I look like I fucking know what you want?!" He yelled in anger.

"Fucking hell, always pissing me off. This is why I'm barely home. At least she-"

"She?" you questioned, eyes finally meeting his which widened in sudden realization, mouth open agape as he stared back at you in something you could only describe as guilt and shock at the same time.

"Y/N, I didn't mean -"

"You have another woman" you say once more, he averts his eyes from yours, too ashamed to look at you. You can only scoff, eyes falling to the ground before you raise them once more in anger.

"I have done, everything! Everything to make this work and what, you have the decency to mention, SHE?! On our 2 year anniversary?" You laugh dryly.

You watch his eyes, once more widen, finally realizing the date, checking his phone's calendar to confirm that it was in fact the date. Even more guilt filling him inside.

With quick steps he tries to reach you, but you push him away, one hand behind you holding the counter for dear life whilst the other was on his chest keeping the distance between you two.

"Who is she" you ask once more.

"She's just a coworker, she means nothing! Nothing to me" he says, all drunkness put aside as he speaks.

"She's clearly important for you to want to spend time with her. I bet she doesn't piss you off" You speak confidently, you had to put this front, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of watching you broken, so you watched him, as his act fell to the floor, still trying to convince you otherwise.

"Leave"

"Y/N... please, she-"

"I don't care. I said leave" you repeat, eyes glaring at his which now gathered tears. But he made no effort in moving. And this is when everything went wrong. Your anger simply grew, this man wasn't the man you had fallen in love with, he wasn't the Jeonghan you knew. You didn't even know if that had ever been the man you loved.

Was it all a facade?

The hand that was on his chest curled up into a fist, hitting at his chest, the tears that fell down his cheeks, now matched yours which fell once more.

Your hand hitting at his chest with strenght as you sobbed. He took it all. He deserved it, he knew he did.

You had every right to despise him. hate him. But he didn't want to let you go.

"Leave!" You screamed at him through your tears, your sight blurry as you stared blankly at his shirt.

He grabbed at your hand, pulling you into his embrace, but you couldn't accept it, not after knowing of the affair.

You broke out of his hold, slapping him across the face, lip quivering as you groaned. His face turning to the side, his own eyes glossy, sniffing and wiping his face with the sleeve of his work shirt.

"Get out" You glared sternly.

"We can work this out-"

"Can I cheat too then?" You asked him... quiet. You smiled looking down at the floor once more, pushing your tears back.

"Get out. It's over, Jeonghan" you sighed, turning around and focusing on the dirty dishes already a safe distance from him who stood frozen to his spot watching your now calm state.

"Y/N" he called out.

You turned around, the plate breaking as it hit the wooden floors just besides him, jolting him, the glass barely missing him.

"I don't want you here! I want you gone! Just leave!" You yelled, strudding down the corridor you walked into your shared bedroom, opening the closet doors and pulling out every piece of clothing he owned throwing it inside his traveling suit case.

He was still stuck in his place, he just couldn't believe this is how it would end, how he had broken you.

He forgot, and not only that but he ended up confessing to his affair, something he had planned on breaking off just the day before, but he couldn't, already in-too deep with said woman, but looking at you right now, he also couldn't just leave you...

Now, he didn't have to make that choice, it was made for him.

He was given no other choice but to leave you.

The possible love of his life...

His heart ached as he watched you walking out of your bedroom, 2 suitcases trailing behind you, with what he knew would be his wardrobe.

He gulped dryly, eyes casting down on the floor, too ashamed to look at you. He deserved it.

"Take them, and leave"

"I love you -"

"If you love me, then you won't want me to be in pain" you said in between breaths, trying hard to contain your tears that had just stopped.

"I never meant to hurt you, we can still fix it, please. Just give me one more chance" he tried once more.

"Do you love me?" you questioned him, eyes fixated on his every emotion, he nodded, eyes filling with hope as he stared at you.

"Then, you'll leave" you whispered.

He gave up after that.

There was no going back after everything was said.

So he grabbed his two bags and with one final look, he exited the house, the most sober he had ever felt in his entire life.

Leaving you behind who sobbed watching his every step, too broken inside to beg him to not go, to stay and hold you.

Too disgusted to even want to touch him, afraid to see even the tiniest trace of the woman he had betrayed you with.

Somewhat wishing this was all a lie, a badly played joke on you... You laid on the sofá, the tears fell on their own, you couldn't even feel the tears that still fell on their own falling asleep to your own sadness.

Posted the 10th of January 2023

Sorry for disappearing, I had a few issues after new years eve and then I just came back a few hours ago from a trip where I lost wifi connection and have an exam on the 12th ;-;

But I have already 2 drafts almost finished so hopefully I'll post them this week!!

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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The softest time (Kim Mingyu X AFAB reader)

Pairing: Idol Kim Mingyu X not idol AFAB reader (reader has breasts & vagina)

Genre: Fluff + slight smut

Warning: A few curse words, beginning of a smut but not detailed.

Summary: Many people know Mingyu, he's tall, handsome, a soft man with a strong appearance. Some were frightened of him due to his build, but he never acted that way with you or your kids.

Word Count: 1,6K words

Mingyu was the most hardworking person you had ever met, given that you two met whilst running to work. You worked a simple job, gaining a decent living wage as a kindergarten teacher.

Guaranteed that you love children, at the time you couldn't imagine yourself with a child, but then again you were also single and younger. Running for the coffee line, although it was to get tea you hurried outside once the cashier called out your name and just as you exited you bumped into a tall mall. The mask made it hard to see his face, but you barely tried to look further bowing apologetically as your tea had just wet his entire shirt.

"I'm so, so sorry. I'll pay for the dry cleaners" you hurriedly apologized, hand covering your mouth as you stared in shock. The man in front of you, sighs, pulling at the shirt that was sticking to his skin. "It's fine. It's just a shirt" he exhales tiredly. "I'm really busy, so I'll get going" he nonchalantly said, you shook your head grabbing him by the elbow. "Please, at least give me your phone number, so I can transfer you the money for the cleaners" you offer once again.

"Miss, really. It's fine" he repeats, fingers rubbing at his temple. "Please, I feel really bad about the whole situation" you said once more. You left with his phone number like you had asked for and with a final apology you left after getting another cup of tea, this time being extra careful with how you left the shop.

You carried on with your day, caring for the children whilst their parents worked, your favorite little boy, Teo, following you around the whole place, always around whatever you do. You had even begun to form a friendship with Teo's parents due to the love that the little boy had for you, almost not wanting to go home because you wouldn't be there.

That same night you called the number he had given to you, still clueless of the man's name. On the other line, Mingyu was doing a Vlive with 2 other members, watching the number display on his phone he frowned, unsure if it was you or a random sasaeng, so he rejected the call, thinking to call after the live had finished.

You shrugged, assuming he had been busy and went home when he finally called you, a little past 9PM, and after you had eaten dinner. "Hello?" You spoke into the phone. "Ah, It's you" he chuckled lightly. "Yes, I'm sorry. I guess i startled you by calling" you joked.

The conversation was quick, you once more spoke of the fact that you intended on paying for his shirt, he instead refused, asking instead for you to buy him a coffee which you agreed to, and the two of you met a week later at a café that, unknown to you, was owned by his family, so it was fairly empty, then again he chose the time right after lunch, so a lot of people were likely still eating.

The two of you hit it off right away, you also recognized him as soon as you had seen him without the mask, laughing to yourself. He even asked what you were laughing about, joining in after you told him about you finally understanding why he had said 'Oh, it's you' as soon as he had picked up the phone.

Over the months you two had gotten even closer, beginning to date 2 months after you became friends. Meeting his family after half a year together and then his group members as well.

This, was all 3 years ago, the two of you had tied the knot on the day you marked 3 years together and were now caring for a beautiful 7-month-old baby boy who you two decided to name Ha Ru, meaning day, that was because the two of you loved the idea that he could make his future day by day. Mingyu also wanted it due to its meaning in Japanese which means springtime, sun, sunlight, sunny, or sunlight, perfect for him who was born in the morning. His fans, were still clueless, or so you liked to think, since nobody had ever mentioned it. Although the pregnancy hadn't been planned, you two were more than ready to take in the challenge. You had always adored kids, and Mingyu was the perfect man, not to mention that he had mentioned the thought of expanding the family before multiple times.

He still had a duty with his company and group, he tried his best to be on top of everything, both his idol life and his private one. Seventeen was very supportive of their member, they all had chimed in to help as soon as they heard the news of your pregnancy, especially Joshua who was delighted to hear about a baby possibly keeping them company.

Now that your baby boy was 7 months old and had settled for a bit you had a little bit of freedom to get back to what you called your norm, you'd make Mingyu food and wait for him to leave his practice, sitting on the couch feeding Ha Ru when Mingyu got home. You stood up with the sleepy child in your arms, Mingyu's eyes widening at your position, shirt up, boob out and Ru sucking on it. Your husband gulped down dryly, dropping all of his belongings and making his way to you in big steps, engulfing you in a hug, his nose in your neck, smelling your fragrance.

"You okay, Gyu?" you giggled, mercilessly being tickled by your husband's breathing and nose. The big man hums, nuzzling deeper into you, although being careful with the tiny human in between you two. He pulls back just the tiny bit, eyes wandering down to your child, already asleep, milk drunk with his lips open. "He seems to enjoy what was once mine" he groaned, giving a quick kiss to your cleavage.

"I'll go set him down, dinner is almost ready. I'm going to heat it up again" you almost whisper, afraid to wake the small child. "No, don't worry. I'll go put him down. I barely have time for the two of you these days, just sit down I'll be right back" he sweetly said. You smile, the baby looked even tinier in the big arms of Mingyu who cradled the child with utter care.

You followed his instructions, sitting back down on the couch, sighing in comfort as you sprawled over it. But curiosity got the best of you as you noticed how long Mingyu was taking to settle the baby onto its crib, so you decided to check the nursery. Mingyu was kneeling on the floor, his finger being gripped by little Ha Ru who slept peacefully, you could see your husband's gentle eyes on the baby, staring at him like he was his whole world.

"Gyu..." you chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder tenderly. "I still can't believe we made something this perfect" he says, eyes blinking as he continued staring at the baby. "He has you wrapped around his finger" you joke. "It makes me want to have 10 more" you smiled, slowly realizing his words, his eyes constantly on you. "No." you frown making him laugh.

"One more then" he smirks, you laugh, giving him the perfect opportunity to grab you by the legs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. "One more it is" he smirked, kissing your lips. "Wait, Mingyu. The baby" you tried to settle back down, but he wouldn't release you, keeping a tight hold of your legs.

He closed the baby's bedroom door like you had said, continuing his way to the bedroom, he sat you down on the edge, lips back on yours as his hands settled on your face, brushing your hair away from it Your heart warmed, seeing that even covered in drool from the kid, likely to me stains of milk and dressed in an old shirt and shorts he still had the sex drive that he had before you had gotten pregnant. His taste hadn't changed, although he had become way more gentle than before, a true gentleman for you especially in the bedroom.

"Honey, I really want to do it. But if you're not feeling it, or it hurts - " "I'm fine, I want you too Gyu" you assured him, pecking his lips in the most gentle of ways, he smiles into the kiss, softly lowering you down onto the bed, lips never leaving yours. He removed his shirt in a split second, getting back to kissing you right after before he tugged on your own shirt, taking it off your body.

His lips moved with a final peck to your lips, down your neck and to your cleavage, his eyes staring at your face every time he did something new watching your reaction to it. The night was long, although you had to take breaks a few times due to the baby waking up. The flame was there, and everything was sore once the sun rose. "I hope we can have a baby that looks like you" Mingyu whispered softly, his eyes staring at yours, you two were lying in bed watching the time pass by, happiness just filled with each other's presence. "I hope she has your nose" you smile, finger bopping it.

"I'll get Ha Ru, he needs to start speaking, so he can name his baby sister" Mingyu hurriedly got up, almost running to the other room to grab your child leaving you to laugh by yourself.

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Posted the 11th December 2022

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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Does he Know? (Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.coups)

(Based on the song of Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weeknd - Moth to a flame)

Pairing: Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.Coups Genre: Angst X Betrayal X cheating Warning: Mentions of cheating; going behind someone's back; language warning and mentions of sex. Seungcheol is the king of manipulation. Summary: Whilst Mingyu sleeps by your side, does he know the texts and calls that happen right besides him? Word Count: 1.2K

"Does he know you call me when he sleeps?" Seungcheol's voice rang through your ear, phone pressed against your shoulder, Mingyu's back to you who watched him carefully. You kept quiet, lips tight into a line as you still looked at your boyfriend's back, his breathing was steady, and his back was strong, contrary to yours that was stood against the headboard filled with guilt.

"He doesn't" was your response. Behind the phone you heard the man's chuckle, his ego was big and having his enemy's lover in his hands had become his biggest challenger, but now, it was his most priced possession. He loved the fact that you called him every night, all the photos you would send in your underwear, or wearing nothing, the photos you kept in a secret folder in your phone.

He loved knowing he could make you leave Mingyu, over false hope with him, with a simple word "Leave" it filled his ego even more whenever you would cry for him. Where did your loyalties lie? Mingyu, until nighttime hits.

"I want to see you, so bad, darling" Seungcheol basically purred through the phone, your face turns into an expression of shock, your phone almost falling to the ground if not for your fast movement of catching it. Mingyu shuffles besides you, a sigh leaving your lips as you catch your phone turning to Mingyu who slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light and analyzing the whole situation.

"Who are you calling this late at night?" he questions utterly confused. "Oh, just Yurim, you know, she's been having dating problems lately" you hurriedly excuse yourself, standing up from the bed and standing a few feet away from it. "You continue to sleep, Gyu. I'll just continue this in the living room" you chuckled nervously ignoring the obvious confused in Mingyu's face who used his arms to lift his upper body from the bed.

"I guess your lover boy is awake now" the sneaky man scoffs, you could feel the sudden anger in his voice, your own wavering as you try to steady your heart that beat rapidly as your breathing quickened. "Yes… But I think he believes it" you whisper, you look behind you checking if he had decided to follow you, but relax once you notice that the night in your bedroom continues off. "We better end the call now then" his voice snaps your attention back. "No! I mean… he's asleep, we're in the clear now, aren't we?" You cringe at your own needy tone.

You wouldn't know how Seungcheol's smile had widened, already knowing how whipped you were for his affection, something that was missing from your own relationship. "Mingyu seems good for you, all your friends love him as well" he continues to taunt you. "I love you, though. Please" you let out a shaky breath, wondering where this conversation would lead to. "Maybe, I mean. Look at us, Y/n, you're betraying him. We should end this" he knew what he was doing with you. Playing with your mind, once more putting you on the verge of a breakdown as he threatened, played you once more as if he was going to end it all. Wanting nothing more than to see you break, beg for him to stay.

"Please, don't leave me" you sniffed. You knew it was wrong, Seungcheol was right in his every word, Mingyu was good for you, he knew you like the back of his hand, he loved to care for you, watched you at both your best and worst. All of your friends loved Mingyu as well, he was your biggest support in their eyes. And your parents both accepted, welcomed and encouraged you to marry the man.

But what was it to you when he wasn't who you truly loved. The danger, the passion, the pain. It all derived from this one person. Anyone from the outside would say you're crazy, you're pinning over a man that you know will betray you a thousand times, hurt you. But you didn't care, because in your eyes, this man was all you had ever wanted.

He had seen you, been with you in both good and bad times, every fight and argument between you and Mingyu ended up with you sleeping in Seungcheol's sheets naked. "I won't leave you, baby. You know I would never do that. I just want you to be happy with Mingyu" he coos at you. "But I'm happy, with you" you cried, sitting on the floor, your back against the front of the couch. "Do you want me to pick you up? Maybe you can show me how happy you are" the smirk in his voice, was obvious. He wanted you to leave that house, but not the man.

Torture you both in such different ways.

You hum in agreement with a slight nod, he exhales a small laugh through the phone. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Create some excuse" he says, hanging up the call. You sniff, using the paw of your sweater to wipe at your tears, standing up and turning around.

A wave of shock hitting you hard as you face Mingyu's confused face, eyes drifting from you and to your phone.

"Why are you crying?" Think. Think. "Yurim just told me that her ex boyfriend hit her, she never told anyone" you said, eyes down as you wiped even more tears. You were a terrible person. "Oh no! Is she okay? How can someone even do that to a person?" Mingyu said in shock, arms out to hug your figure, one of his hands behind your head and the other around your waist. "Right?" you sniff, hugging him back. "I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend like you" you say.

You feel his chest rumble, a small chuckle leaving his parted lips, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm lucky to have you too" he smiles. "I'm going to spend the rest of the night with her, is that okay?" you question him, eyes meeting his. "This late? Do you want me to drive you there?" he asks concerned.

"No, that's okay, I already called for an uber" you smile weakly at your boyfriend who nods unsure. "Call me later though" you nod back. Grabbing a bag you fill it with a few necessities, Mingyu pecking your lips right before you leave and making his way back to bed as you enter said 'uber'.

"What took you so long?" Seungcheol asked, a hand on the wheel as the other moved to grip at your thigh. "He woke up. Found me in the living room. I had to make an excuse" you whisper. "Good girl" he praises, a smile tugging at his lips.

In the back of his own mind, Mingyu had his worries, the stories that made no sense whenever you cried, and then he got to see your friends and nothing seemed to match. But he let it slip. Maybe, your friend's didn't want him to know. Meanwhile, you were now laying in Seungcheol''s bed, a single bed sheet covering your naked body as you curled up closer to Seungcheol who held you close. Everything was good, until Mingyu maybe got the whiff of what was actually going on behind the covers, what you wanted to hide so hard. But for now, you enjoyed the bliss you were in, hiding from everyone and everything in Seungcheol's arms and bed.

Posted the 15th January 2023. Tbh, I had this good idea, but the writing itself was hard and this is not one of my faves at all...

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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♡ August 20, 2020 {9:43PM}

♡ Word Count : 1.9k ♡ TW : none I think ; it's just soft ;

<- / masterlist / ->

taglist : @butterfliesinthenightsky @thedeeppoet @seungkwan-s @yuzuxq @jcngh0-hq @raevyng

He remembers the conversation clearly, mainly because it had been something that irritated him to no end and it was only made worse by the fact that he was trying his best to be excited because he knew you were coming the very next day and the last thing he wanted to greet you with was an attitude because the management team failed to realize that even idols fall victim to that very strong feeling called love.

“Both of your contracts clearly state that you’re not allowed to date. This was made clear to the both of you when you signed your contracts because for some reason it’s the one rule that many idols just love to break. You both clearly stated that you didn’t mind and signed away the rights to date when you wrote your names at the bottoms of each of your contracts. If you continue to see both of those girls, your contracts will be nullified and you’ll both be the ones explaining to the other members and your fans that your love lives are more important than both the group and the fans happiness. Is that something that you’d like to do?” And just to make it more clear, the man at the table pulled out the folder with both Soonyoungs and Seungkwans contract in it, tapping their names that were signed by them at the very bottom.

He was fuming at this point, and Soonyoung had nothing to say, his mouth hanging open as his eyes scanned over the contract, reading over the line that they had politely highlighted for the both of them prior to the meeting. “Do you really think people follow the rules that strictly?” Seungkwan asked, knowing damn well that he wasn’t the only idol in the business that had begun a relationship under a contract that strictly forbade it.

“As long as we don’t see them breaking the rules, it doesn’t count. As long as the fans don’t know, it doesn’t matter. Does this make sense to you?” The man said, slipping the paper away and sliding it back into the folder before pushing it off to the side. “You two are careless and reckless when it comes to your relationships, and to be brutally honest, I don’t think either of you are ready for a real relationship, so you should be thankful for the contract.”

Furious failed to explain just how Seungkwan was feeling at the words that were said to him, and he didn’t care who he was talking to, he didn’t care for respect, especially when the man sitting across from him didn’t care much for it either. “I know what I’m ready for, and Soonyoung knows as well. Your contract has been nothing but a hindrance on our happiness and I quite honestly don’t care for the sheet of paper. Our fans love us, our band members love us, and so do our girlfriends. If you want to put one silly rule above all of that, that’s on you. I won’t let that change my mind, and better yet, I’ll bring my girlfriend onto one of my streams just to introduce her to the fans because I’m sure they’ll love her just as much as I do.” He took a deep breath, cracking his neck as he rolled it before tapping his fingers against the table top, trying his best to hold back from lunging at the man across from him. “What you fail to understand is that our fans, the ones that truly love us and care for us, want nothing more than for us to be happy, and those are the only fans that matter to us. You only care for money, and money can’t buy happiness… Maybe that’s why you’re so miserable and have no ring on your finger in your fifties.”

The smug look on the man's face immediately dropped and even Soonyoung let out a loud gasp as Seungkwan stood up from his chair and headed to the door, leaving the man rendered speechless, and neither of the boys wanted to stay behind to hear whatever it was that he could think to say once he did think of anything. The both of them had things to do, and the company policy was the last thing on their minds as they headed back to the dorms to prepare for the next day.

“Can’t believe you risked everything like that…” You murmured as you laid in his arms, the dim light of the moon dusting your room in the softest white light. It had been a week since he had gone off on the man behind the desk, and he hadn’t lost his job, he hadn’t been told to leave the group and neither had Hoshi. It had actually come as a shock to him considering he was ready for the ball to drop like that, but instead, the two of them had actually gotten the blessings of PD Bang for a long lasting, healthy, happy, and loving relationship.

“For you…” He whispered, letting his fingers trail delicately along your skin, the image of your body perfectly ingrained in his mind. The tips of his fingers lingered along the spot where the fresh scar had formed, a constant reminder of what you had gone through, only making him want to protect you more. “I’d risk it all over again. All of it means nothing if I don’t have you to talk to about it at the end of the day. How are you feeling?”

Your only response was a content hum before pecking a quick kiss to his lips and settling into your pillow while scooting closer to him. “You know what’s funny?” You mused, walking your fingers up and down his arm absentmindedly as you looked over his features that looked even more perfect in the soft glow of the moon. “If I hadn’t been sent back home… I’d be in my last week here… I’d have to go home soon.”

Even though his smile fell at the mention of such a sad truth, it was one that he didn’t have to worry about now. “I wouldn’t have let you go back home anyway. I meant what I said before…” He reminded you, moving his hand up to your waist to your shoulder and then down your arm before catching your hand, positioning it perfectly so that the diamond faceted ring on your finger would catch the beams of light, reflecting them into perfect prisms on the walls of the pristine white room. “This ring would have ended up on your finger whether I had to get you from LA or if you had stayed here the entire time.”

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing along each of your fingers before letting it drop around his waist and allowing you to hide your flustered face in his chest, finding it adorable how shy you got whenever he acted like this, which only made him do it more often. “The fans seemed really happy to see me… especially when you pulled me on your lap, I’m pretty sure most of them went crazy. The chat was moving too fast to read all the comments.” You mumbled against his chest, but he remembered it well, and it had been such a relief to see the fans so calm about the announcement of not only your relationship, but the engagement as well. Of course, no one could escape the hate comments, but he made sure to catch your attention with something else whenever one would scroll across the screen. “I think ours was way more casual than Hoshis and Tillys announcement.”

Seungkwan snorted loudly, hiding his face in your hair to muffle his laughter as his chest vibrated and shook with his silent chuckles. “It was awful but I loved it.” He said between small snorts, pulling you closer to him. “There’s actually a poll up on twitter from one of our carats about who the cuter couple is, and obviously I’ve been voting every day for us. I think Hoshi is doing the same thing for him and Tilly though.”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head, giggling softly as you playfully shoved at his shoulder. “You both are so competitive for no reason.” You teased, and he didn’t even disagree because it had been like this the entire time. Competing for who was the softest couple, who was the cringiest couple, who had the coolest ship name, and this was only one more of the many competitions they’d have.

“How long do you have to be engaged in order to get married?” He asked as nonchalantly as possible, but you scoffed loudly, rolling over so your back was towards him, whispering out a quiet “Goodnight”, but he wasn’t going to let it go that easily. “It’s not to compete with him, I swear. I just want to make sure I don’t lose you again. You can be my Boo, my little Boo Bear, my Boo Boo…”

You rolled over quickly and pressed your lips to his to quiet his rambling of cheesy nicknames, and the way his entire body seemed to relax as soon as your lips were against his just showed how much he loved you, how comfortable he was with you. “You talk so much when you’re excited, it’s adorable, but you also need to sleep. The last thing I want to hear is that I won’t let you sleep or that I’m keeping you up all night.”

He stuck his tongue out, the tip of it pressing against your nose causing your face to scrunch up as you tried to pull back, but his arms only tightened around you to hold you where you were. “I can’t sleep until you say it…” He dramatically whined but the act was only kept up for a fraction of a second before he started laughing at himself.

“I love you… Now get some sleep, your makeup artist is going to kill me if you go in with eyebags tomorrow.” He let out a sigh of content, like his life was complete, those three words were just what he needed to hear and whenever he heard them it was like everything fell into place.

The company policy was there for a reason, or so he had thought at the beginning of all of this, but now he knew that it was nothing, the rules meant nothing, not when they were put in place to keep him from you. He couldn’t imagine a single day without you in it, and while there was still a lot to be done to get your lives together started, he was grateful that he had taken that first step, or better yet, that he had been pushed to you. It was the greatest thing that had happened to him, you were the greatest thing that had happened to him.

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It didn’t stop him from going though. When he said that he wanted to see you, he hadn’t been lying. He truly did want to meet up with you, to hang out with you, to get to know you better. It was crazy how one person could completely nullify all the rules that he had been following for so long. He didn��t even know what it was about you that had him acting so careless, so reckless. Maybe it was the fact that you were so new, or maybe it was because you were just… different. All he wanted to do was see you, that much he did know, and he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything stand in his way, especially some dude who was on the complete other side of the globe who still thought he owned you.

“ Text me when you need to be picked up.” Hoshi said as he pulled up out front of the apartment building, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel rapidly, almost as fat as Seungkwans heart was beating. “And remember to keep your head down, your hat low, and your hoodie up. Don’t let anyone see you.” Seungkwan rolled his eyes at the suggestion, not because it was ridiculous, it was actually the smartest thing Hoshi had said the entire car ride, it’s just that Seungkwan had come up with it first.

He nodded, climbing out of the car and inhaling deeply, letting the fresh air fill his lungs before stepping inside of the building, making a b-line for the emergency stairs, not wanting to risk someone coming out of the elevator and recognizing him. It was a shame that you lived on the fifth floor, if it had only been the first or second, he would have risked the elevator, but there were too many floors in between where he was and where you were at. Anyone could hop on at any time and he didn’t want his cover to be blown.

“Fucking stairs…” Seungkwan mumbled as he finally reached the fifth level landing, catching his breath as he stood beside the door that opened up into the hallway. Luckily it was Sunday, nobody was out of their apartment it seemed, and it didn’t look like anyone was heading home from work right now. Most people were probably inside their apartments resting up for tomorrow morning, something he would usually be doing if he wasn’t here. One week truly did turn the tables of his life upside down, and he wasn’t sure at the moment whether he minded it or not.

Doing a double take up and down the length of the hallway, he made sure it was clear before heading to your door, and in the moment, he was the pure visual definition of hauling ass, his fists coming down on your door harder than he had planned and he could only imagine how shocked, or how scared you must be from the sound of it. “Ah… christ… I’m coming!” Your voice shouted from the other side of the thin barrier that kept him from you, and now his hands were sweating in the pockets of his hoodie, his chest puffed out as he held his breath, waiting for you to open the door.

Your white shirt had become see-through and there was a massive water stain down the front of it, your hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of your head, and you stared at him incredulously, clearly shocked that he was standing right in front of you. “Hey…” He murmured, left speechless as his eyes were drawn to the darkened color of your shirt down the center and then the lack of anything being worn underneath it. “Uhm…”

“Get in, quickly.” You ordered, stepping away from the door so he could walk through before glancing up and down the hallway and then shutting the door behind you, leaning against it as you crossed your arms over your chest. “First off, how did you find me? Second… this is twice now, you’re gonna start owing me clothes.” He swallowed thickly as he stared at you, and there was something about the way you looked now, he just couldn’t stop staring.

He had seen you at work multiple times, and you always dressed up, making sure to look presentable, and you looked absolutely stunning obviously, but seeing you now… It was the casualness of it, the pajama shorts and the baggy t-shirt that now clung to your body as if for dear life, outlining the shape of your bare breasts. “Tilly told Hoshi and Hoshi told me.” He spilled quickly, watching as your eyes rolled adorably before you pushed yourself away from your door, heading somewhere else in your apartment, leaving him standing in the entrance like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to come unannounced, but I know that if I told you I was coming, you’d tell me not to and you’d be even more upset.”

You continued walking, going straight into one of the doors, and he truly didn’t know what to do. Did he follow you? Did he keep standing there? Now the door to the room you went into was shut and he was even more confused. “I’m not upset…” You called out, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. “I just don’t know why you’re trying so hard. Is this like… some kind of test, to see if I’ll follow the rules?” You asked as you walked out of the room, a brand new hoodie on that was so large it seemed to swallow your frame completely.

“It’s not a test, I swear!” He said defensively, still standing in the same spot, his feet practically glued to the floor. “Did you ever think that maybe I just want to be around you?” He asked, his eyes following your every move as you walked around your apartment, grabbing two glasses from one of the cabinets in the kitchen and setting them down on the counter. ‘Mmmm, nope’ You murmured out from where you stood, filling the glasses with tea before turning to look at him. “Well I do…”

You smiled softly, walking over and stopping right in front of him as you handed him the cup. “Doesn’t seem like it since you haven’t moved out of the doorway since you’ve been here.” You teased, causing a chain reaction that had him kicking off his shoes and following you into the living room to drop down onto the couch beside you. “She’s so mouthy… She told him my address so easily… If someone else were to ask…” Your light attitude diminished quickly as you curled into yourself on the couch.

“You mean Niko…” He filled in the blanks that you had left open and you simply glanced over at him as you brought your cup up to your lips, sipping on the beverage quietly. “You didn’t tell me that he was violent.” He continued after a moment of silence that he thought you would have filled, and you sighed softly, placing your cup down on the coffee table and turning your whole body to look at him.

“That’s not a very cool text message to send out to one of your biggest crushes, you know? I didn’t know how you’d react to it.” Your smile was so forced, he would have much rather have seen you pouting. It was more devastating to him that you tried so hard to make it seem like everything was okay even though he knew it wasn’t. “I’m totally okay though, you don’t have to worry so much.” You nodded your head for emphasis, turning straight once more to grab your cup, but he wasn’t just going to let the conversation end there. He knew you were faking being okay, and he didn’t want you to have to fake it, he wanted you to truly be okay.

“I was pissed when I found out, just letting you know.” He responded, watching as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, rolling the pink flesh nervously as you listened to him speak. “And don’t tell me not to worry about you. I heard that your friends are terrified of him, and I know for a fact that you’re scared of him, but for some reason you still care about him enough to keep him around.” He shook his head, in disbelief at the words he had just said, it was truly impossible for him to fathom why you’d care about someone like that after what they had done to you.

You shook your head, your cheeks hollowing as you continued to stare forward, blinking rapidly, and he caught a glimpse of the reflection of the sunlight coming through the windows on the stray tear that trickled down your cheek. “I don’t care about him… I care about my friends and my family. That’s why I keep him around, because I know he’d just hurt them to try to get to me. I don’t want to be the reason they get hurt, so I deal with it, I deal with him. You don’t understand.” He didn’t understand, not at first, but now he was beginning to grasp it, and it only pissed him off more. “I’m not allowed to be with you, or around you… He’ll call the company and I’ll lose my internship and I’ll have to go back home… to him.”

Tugging at the sleeve of your hoodie, you blotted at your eyes, taking a shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself down, but now he was one filled with emotions, seething with anger as he thought of all the things that this friend of yours was doing just to keep you scared enough to stay with him. “What if we do it secretly? We were planning on doing it like that anyway… We just hide from the company and Niko…” He saw the corner of your lips twitch up, although the small glimpse that he had of your smile disappeared just as quickly as it came. “I’m quite happy that I spilled your water on you last week.”

The snort that came from you was unexpected, but you fell back against the couch, your body vibrating with now silent laughter. “Oh I bet you are, I saw you looking.” His cheeks felt red hot and he was sure that you could see the blush on his cheeks now that you were looking right at him. “And I saw you staring at me earlier. I think you just like the view and that’s why you keep spilling my drinks.” You winked at him and even if it was simply teasing on your end, he felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest while his body melted into a puddle of nothing from how hot he was feeling. Not only that, but the more you talked about it, the more the images flashed in his mind, his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he thought about them.

“I don’t!” He sputtered out, but then he shook his head. “I mean I do! I… They’re nice! Great… I love them… But… I didn’t mean the water thing, not my fault! I’m sorry I was looking and I kind of really want to see them again… Ah! Shut up!” Your laughter twinkled through the room as he sunk into his seat, feeling like an absolute idiot. He talked too much, especially when he was put on the spot like this, but the sound of your laughter was also precious to him considering how upset you were just a moment ago.

Your hand reached out to pat his thigh and he swore the entire lower half of his body burst into flames from your touch alone. His eyes were squeezed shut so you couldn’t see his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and he hoped to everything that you couldn’t see his pants slowly rising higher and higher the longer you touched him. “You’re cute…” You whispered, and he really wished he could see your face right now, but he was too scared to open his eyes in case you were judging him. “I don’t do that kind of stuff on the first date though.” Your hand slowly slid up his thigh and he was gritting his teeth together to keep from letting out any of the ungodly sounds that were building in his throat, but all you did was squeeze the top of his thigh lightly before pulling your hand away.

“What do you do?” He asked, immediately regretting the question. It sounded so rude, so condescending, and while he was too scared to look at you earlier, he felt like he needed to see you now, just to be sure you weren’t angry at him. The smile on your face was beautiful, your head was tilted to the side, and it looked like you were actually thinking, but a part of him felt like you were just pretending based solely on the way that you seemed to enjoy teasing him.

You hummed softly, tapping your chin lightly before letting your hands drop down onto your lap. “I don’t mind a kiss.” You answered, and you sounded so sweet but your eyes contradicted the innocent tone that your words carried. Was he going to actually kiss you? He wanted to, he really did, but what would that mean if he did? It was only one kiss, right? “I’m joking, Kwannie… You don’t have to. How about I order us a-”

It was a spur of the moment thing honestly. He didn’t want you to change your mind, and he didn’t want you to think that he didn’t want to, and he practically pounced on top of you in his effort to move across the couch quick enough to stop you before you got up. His lips crashed against yours, and he didn’t really know the definition of a kiss. Did it mean a peck, or however long two people could keep their lips together before pulling back for air?

He wasn’t this kind of person, not usually, not at all really… But you brought out something in him that made him act this way, and he didn’t have a problem with it, he actually enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that coursed through him at the thought of something like this going on without anyone else knowing. The thrill of keeping something like this a secret was exciting, and he hoped that you felt the same way too, he didn’t want it to end so soon.

You didn’t try to push him off, a soft gasp escaped you once his body landed on top of yours, and the compromising position that the two of you were now in only made it harder for him to control the growing problem that was getting harder to conceal in his pants. It took all of two seconds for you to relax beneath him though, your lips moving in rhythm against each other as your fingers snaked themselves into his hair. His own hands worked to keep himself up, but he soon got lost in the moment, allowing his body to drop against yours.

A quiet moan escaped you and your hips jerked up instinctively at the feeling of him against you. The sound only had him pushing further against you though, wanting to elicit the same sound from you, wanting to hear it over and over and over again, the vibration of your whimpers against his lips egging him on, but the moment was short lived as his phone vibrated in his back pocket. “Shit…” He cursed, pulling away from you and taking a short second to admire how bruised and puffy your lips were, how absolutely stunning you looked lying beneath him, your eyes now wide with shock and the bun that had been sitting on your head falling apart, loose strands of hair falling around your face.

“I… I’m so sorry… I…” You stammered, quickly collecting yourself and getting up from the sofa, situating your hoodie before collecting the cups off the table to go into the kitchen. You were apologizing again for something that he had started, and now that his mind wasn’t clouded with lust, he was brought back to the main issue at hand. Were you that way because of your ex? But now there were even bigger problems. Did you still want to see him again? Had he overstepped his boundaries?

“No, no, it’s my fault… I… Do you want me to go?” He asked, his hand hovering over his pocket where his phone had finally ceased vibrating, his eyes filled with hope, but his heart and his brain were finally on the same page in assuming that he’d probably get kicked out right then and there.

“Do… Do you want to go?” Of course he didn’t, not after that especially. It would feel wrong to just leave after what had happened, and while most people would say it wasn’t much, it felt like a lot to him. “You can if you want… I got carried away and… I’m so sorry…” You continued apologizing and all he could do was shake his head, his own lips puffy and red, slightly parted as he continued staring at you.

You were standing at the kitchen sink, the water running as you rinsed the two cups, and he wondered if you were doing it just to keep yourself from having to see him walk out, something that he didn’t plan on doing anyway. Instead, he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to go….” He whispered, letting himself rest lazily against your shoulder as he absentmindedly swayed both of your bodies back and forth.

He didn’t know what this was, he didn’t know what it would be. It felt like things were moving fast, maybe a little too fast, but he didn’t have you for long. Even if things worked out perfectly, he’d only have you for three months, and if anyone ever found out, it would be shorter than that. The time he had with you wasn’t long and he wanted to make the most of it while you were here with him.

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Did Seungkwan really want to talk to you today at work? The answer was a definite no, and it wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy conversing with other people, he actually enjoyed it a lot, it’s just that the thought of you gave him migraines, not because of you in particular, just the incessant pestering of the guys had essentially painted you in a bad image. It’s not actually your fault, he knows that, it was just a bad case of… Kwon Soonyoung.

To be quite honest, he had gone to your page thanks to the help of Hoshi’s follower list and then went through your friend Tillys twitter to find you, and he couldn’t deny that you were cute… And you seemed sweet, although that was just based off of your feed and there were a lot of people that lied on their social media to get a persona across that wasn’t truly their own. You really seemed to love your friends, that much was noticeable, and whoever they were, they really seemed to miss you.

The way that he dug into everything about you the entire night leading up to this morning almost seemed stalkerish and creepy, hence why he made himself stop around 3 in the morning. He didn’t want to give himself too many talking points, it would give away the fact that he had stalked your twitter, but he didn’t want to jump into a conversation with nothing at all, it would only lead to awkward silence and he hated that. Nothing on your page actually gave away that he was your bias either, Hoshi was just going off of the comments that your friend had left on a couple updates, and while it wouldn’t exactly break his spirit if he wasn’t your bias, it would be quite embarrassing to be going through this much work for someone who didn’t actually ult him.

Morning was only made worse by the sudden revelation that Minghao was your bias wrecker, so he had that to worry about on top of everything else. Just to set the record straight though, he wasn’t jealous, not at all, he just found it odd that they were both your biases when they were two completely different people. Maybe you had a different fav for different days, it didn’t make much sense to him, but if that’s how it worked he didn’t really have much to say about it. He’d just make sure not to bring up Minghao or avoid any mention of him at all.

The teasing on the way to work was ruthless, especially from Hoshi who didn’t seem to care for how annoyed he was getting. There were so many questions and “tips” if Seungkwan could really call them that. It’s not like he didn’t know how to talk to people at all, it’s just that this was someone who apparently liked him so it made things just a little harder. The worst part was that he couldn’t even block out the noise that was Hoshis voice because when he put his headphones in, Hoshi would just text him instead, babbling on about how he should approach you and what he should say first. Obviously it was a simple hello, that’s the best way to greet someone and it leaves it open for you to either reciprocate the conversation or tell him you have to go.

It was still early, and most of the employees didn’t come in until much later. It gave the guys time to practice, warm up, get something to eat, you name it, before actually having to start their day. Usually that’s what Seungkwan would use this time for as well, he was usually so work oriented, but now his mind was in a jumble, a twist, going haywire at the thought of actually talking to you. Again, he wasn’t scared, but there was also a lot at stake when it came to conversing or getting close to other employees. There was a policy that was to be strictly followed by the artists, and one wrong move could mean a lot of bad repercussions, not just for himself, but for you too.

He would have to go about this carefully, make sure that things went smoothly, but not too smooth either. It drove him nuts, and he was beginning to question his own sanity for even thinking about going through with this. He didn’t have to, just because the guys told him he should didn’t mean that he would. Only a fool would give in to what they wanted, and he was sure they only wanted him to do it so that they could meet you too, he was just an easy way in. Then again, if he didn’t do it, they’d put Minghao up to it, and even with Seungkwans temperament, it would probably be way easier to talk to him than the other guy… right? This wasn’t about himself, he just wanted to make things easier, less awkward for you… That’s what this was. He had no reason to feel jealousy over one of his other members, he didn’t even know you, he had never seen you in person, he had never talked to you… There was no jealousy here, he just wanted to be friendly, that’s all.

Morning rolled by and for a moment, a couple hours, he was able to forget about the task of talking to you and actually meeting you. It wasn’t important at the time with all the practicing he had to do, and with the sweat dripping down his forehead and his shirt darkened and wet along his back and his chest from the strenuous dances he had to do, you were the last thing on his mind. He didn’t want anyone to see him this way, at least not anyone that he had never seen before.

That’s why when lunch time came around, he was in a hurry to get to the cafeteria and then right back up to the practice room where he could enjoy his iced americano in peace without the other guys around. Sadly, Hoshi and the rest of the guys from the groupchat decided to tag along with him, the realization of why only hitting him when Joshuas hand forcefully pushed him into the unsuspecting woman that was walking down the hallway holding a stack of papers under her arm and her own drink in her other hand.

“Aish… sorry!” She squealed as the water dripped down the front of her white button up shirt, the liquid causing the material to become see through and Seungkwan had to quickly avert his eyes from the outline of the lacy white bra that she was wearing. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, I’m so sorry!” She rambled, moving the file up to cover herself as she kept her eyes downcast.

She was apologizing for something that she didn’t even do, which seemed silly, but that thought was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he now understood why he was pushed into her in the first place. She wasn’t just some random employee walking down the corridor, no, this was Y/N… She was you. “No, no I’m sorry, I’m clumsy, I tripped over my feet.” Seungkwan quickly took the blame, making a mental note to reem Joshua for what he had just caused. It’s one thing to want him to talk to you, it’s a whole ‘nother thing to potentially hurt the both of you in the process. “A-Are you alright?”

His eyes flickered between your face and the drops of water that were still trickling down the front of your shirt, leaving a trail of what looked like bare skin in their path. “Yeah… Yeah I’m okay. A little water never hurt anything…” You answered quietly, finally looking up at him and he was left speechless by just how beautiful you really were. Wrong… No that’s wrong. Company policy was put into place to protect the artists and the employees, he would not be caught breaking one of the rules, it wasn’t him, he loves his job too much. But then again, he sight of your bra was now permanently ingrained in his mind, as wrong as it seems, and he can’t seem to shake the thought of it.

“Well… what’s your name, I can bring you back another drink since I ruined yours.” He asked, although he already knew your name, he knew it very well, and he had even tested out the way it felt on his tongue, the way it sounded when it left his lips, but he couldn’t just let on that he knew it. That would be strange, that would put you off. You murmured your name softly, a small smile gracing your already gorgeous features as you said it. “Y/N…” He repeated back to you, and you nodded your head.

“You don’t have to bring me another drink though, I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” You said quickly, straightening up and looking around, and that’s when Seungkwan noticed that there were other employees walking by, eyeing you suspiciously as you conversed with him. “It’s been great meeting you, I’m sorry for bumping into you, thank you.” You bowed your head to him before walking off quickly, and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway alone.

You must have read the rules as well, it was the only reason for you to have reacted that way at the sight of other employees, and while he was a massive fan of following the rules, he didn’t know why a couple couldn’t be… broken, or maybe tweaked just a little. Talking to someone else in the workplace wasn’t a bad thing, it shouldn’t be looked at as a bad thing either, it’s not like the two of you are actually doing anything wrong, although the image of your bra was flashing in his mind on and off, and his own workmanship was being questioned by himself. He wouldn’t mind seeing it again, seeing you again… It’s not really breaking the rules if no one knows… Is it?

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“I like coming over after work though.” He replied simply, pulling you down next to him on the bench and draping his arm over your shoulder as you rested your head against him. “You leave in two months, I want to spend as much time with you as I can, you know that.” He had explained to you his reasons behind staying with you almost every night, he told you his reasons multiple times, and while you felt the same way, you couldn’t help but worry that maybe he was pushing the rules a little too much, pushing his luck.

“Do all the guys know already?” You asked, drumming your fingers on your lap as you waited for the answer that you felt like you already knew. Of course Hoshi knew, and so did Joshua considering he was the one that had pushed Seungkwan into you in the first place. Jeonghan seemed like he knew based on the looks that he’d give you in the halls at work, and Dino was the same way. The others didn’t seem like they knew anything though, and you were sure that they were beginning to question why he was gone all the time.

He sighed softly beneath the black mask that he was wearing, the action causing his sunglasses to fog up. “They’ll know when it’s necessary…” He whispered, giving your shoulder a light squeeze as you nodded your head slowly before lifting it from his chest. “I’m doing it this way because it’s best for us, you know that.” He quickly defended, the emptiness that he felt against him from your withdrawal had him scared that you’d pull away more. “If the other guys were to know they’d start talking, and they’d ask questions, and I already feel like too many people know and it’s hard enough to keep them quiet. I just want to enjoy us a little longer.”

It’s not that you didn’t understand, it was quite the contrary actually. You understood full well what it meant to keep whatever it was that you and Seungkwan had going on a secret, the both of you were under the same contract, although yours held higher implications if you were to go against the rules in any way. Of course, you decided to go against one of the biggest rules, the one that might as well have been highlighted with a fluorescent yellow marker and then underlined numerous times with a thick red sharpie and then finished off with a massive star beside it just to emphasize the importance of the rule. “You can’t date any other employees or one of the idols” In layman's terms, and yet, here you were. Then again, to be fair, you and Seungkwan weren’t actually dating, you were casually seeing each other and you were quite sure that you were falling more and more in love with him every single time you did see him, but that was a topic for another day.

“You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to, I just don’t want them to get worried and start looking for you.” You said, and he pressed a masked kiss to your temple before pulling you against his side once more, his fingers finding themselves in your hair, playing with a loose strand that had fallen from the ponytail you were wearing it in. “Or worse yet, they’d send someone else to come look for you… That would suck… Especially if you were found in my place. I’d be sent home immediately.” You giggled softly, but there was no humor in the prospect of the words. You didn’t want to be sent home anytime soon, not when Niko was being the way he was, and you already had enough worries on your plate concerning the people that you loved on the other side of the world right now.

“The ones who do know have been helping me out with that…” He murmured, his thumb brushing along your cheek before his fingers slipped under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him, his eyes looking down at you over the rims of the sunglasses. “And I’m not going to hide you all three months, I just need to ease them all into the idea of what’s going on right now.” His eyes crinkled in the corners from the smile that he was clearly wearing underneath the mask and you felt yourself relax slightly against his chest. “Where the fuck is the bus at?! Do you really wait this long every day? I won’t allow it, I won’t stand for it, this is preposterous.”

The apartment had slowly but surely become just as much Seungkwans home as it was yours, his ability to subtly bring over more and more clothes every time he stayed with you was top notch and nobody seemed to notice. The fact that he brought a duffle bag with him to work everyday under the guise of needing to change after practice made it even easier for him to pack more clothes that would inevitably end up in your closet.

You’d fiend annoyance at the dwindling amount of closet space, but truthfully, you loved it. You loved opening the doors and seeing his clothes hanging there, a sense of domesticity in the sight that filled you with warmth, your body heating to feverish temperatures the longer you thought about it. “Do you want to shower first or…?” You asked, slipping off your purse and hanging it on the small hook on the wall before heading into the kitchen, relishing in the sound of his own steps following behind yours before he was leaning against the counter beside you as you poured yourself a drink.

“You can go first, I’ll start dinner?” He suggested, grabbing your cup after you had finished sipping from it and taking a drink. “Did you want to cook tonight or did you want to order in? It doesn’t really matter to me, whatever you want to do is fine.”

“No, no, you can go first. You had dance practice today, you were like… super sweaty and I know that if you don’t shower now you won’t want to do it later and I don’t want my sheets smelling like a foot tonight.” His eyebrows shot up at the teasing remark and he quickly placed the cup down to grab your arms, pulling you closer to him before pinning you between him and the counter.

“You think I smell like a foot after practice?!” He screeched, his eyes widened and a look of disgust on his face at the thought of the smell. “You never told me this before! You let me walk around the office smelling like that and you didn’t think to say anything?!”

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave him a little smirk before pecking his lips swiftly. “I’d have a whole lot more competition if you smelled like a bed of roses, wouldn’t I?” You tittered, gently pushing him back, his body moving willingly as the look of defensive disgust washed away, replaced by a cocky grin that you rolled your eyes at.

“I’ll remember that.” You had been expecting a speech, but he ended it there, motioning his thumb behind him towards the bathroom door across from your bedroom. “I’ll go first, but don’t complain when there’s no hot water left for you.” He snickered, and you playfully swatted your hand at the air where he had just been standing, earning yourself a louder chuckle from him. “Oh, you love me so much!” He taunted as he walked backward to the bathroom.

“I’m not saying it till you do!” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at him before going to the fridge to get the stuff out for dinner, the wide smile on your face seemed stuck there as the moment played over and over in your mind. It would probably seem immature and childish to anyone who looked in, but you loved moments like those, moments like these where things were simple, domestic, like a normal relationship should be. It allowed the both of you to forget about the contractual rules that were being held over your heads, because in the safety of your apartment, no one knew that the rules were being broken, and no one would ever know, not until they had to.

Sometimes it was easy to forget that he was in your apartment, especially since he was so quiet when you weren’t around him. Your shower had been put off until after he and you finished dinner and cleaned up, and he shortly after retired to the bedroom. It was a Thursday night which meant that the both of you still needed to be up early for work the next morning, and he gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before heading into the room, already apologizing beforehand just in case he fell asleep before you got out of the shower.

You allowed yourself extra time under the steaming flow of water, relaxing completely as the warmth enveloped you. It was the only time you could really be free of any worries, letting the falling drops wash them away before spiraling down the drain. You used the time to clear your mind, your thoughts empty only to be filled by the dreams that your mind would come up with once your head hit the pillow on your bed.

It was this process of clearing your mind that had you turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around yourself, not a care in the world as you lazily flicked off the lights in the hallway and made your way into your bedroom that was just as dark as the rest of your apartment, not bothering to change into anything at all as you climbed into your bed and pulled the covers up around you.

An arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against the warmth of the body behind you, the feeling of it causing you to freeze, but the hand froze as well as it felt the nakedness of your body beneath it. “Are you not cold?” Seungkwan whispered, although the pitch of his voice was much higher now, most certainly from the awkwardness he was feeling.

“N-No…” You stammered, pulling the blankets up higher over you, embarrassment coursing through your body like a freight train causing your skin to feel like it was burning. “I’m sorry… I was so tired…” You apologized, scooting further away from him until you were practically hanging over the edge of the bed, and he allowed you to move because he didn’t want you to feel any more uncomfortable than you already seemed to be.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” He asked, letting his hand drop onto the bed between the two of you. “You don’t have to apologize though… I-I get it…” You could feel his hesitance, one of his legs already hanging over the edge of the bed if you told him to go, but you quickly shook your head, humming out a sound of disagreement. “I can put a pillow… Between I mean… So it won’t be weird…” He said quickly, and you snorted quietly with amusement as you finally rolled over to face him, his features barely visible in the cloud covered moonlight that shined through the blinds.

All feeling of tiredness was gone by this point, a new feeling overcoming you, your senses becoming heightened to the point where you could feel the heat radiating off of him underneath the blankets. “Do you think it’s weird?” You asked, chewing nervously on your bottom lip as you tried to make out what he was doing, what his expression was, but the darkness made it impossible, so you needed to hear it from him.

“Not at all.” He said quickly, and you could tell that his eyes had been closed for a while because now you could see the faint light reflect off the whites of his eyes as he seemed to glance over at you. “Do you?” You quickly shook your head, hoping that he could see it as you scooted closer to him and you could hear his breath hitch in his throat from the sudden closeness. “Am I still allowed to hold onto you… while we sleep… I mean…” He asked shyly, and you hummed a soft yes, rolling over so your back was against his before situating his arm around you.

He was only wearing a t-shirt and loose fitting basketball shorts which allowed you to feel just how hard he was when you were pulled flush against him, his breaths shallow as he tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “We can… if you want…” You whispered, the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach at the insinuation of your words.

His thumb had been rubbing circles into your side, a habitual movement that he always did when his thoughts were occupied but something far away, but the movement stopped as he pulled away, the sudden lack of touch had your heart sinking, the butterflies dying at once and pulling your stomach down with their weight from the feeling of rejection. “Really? Are you sure?!”

He was suddenly on top of you, his nose nuzzling along your jaw as he waited for your 100% consent, although his hips were already rutting against you with excitement. “Mmhm!” You nodded your head, your fingers trailing up his back before finding his hair, allowing them to get tangled in his locks to pull him closer to you, your lips brushing against his in a soft kiss.

You could tell he was nervous, his lips trembling against yours as one of his hands gradually moved down the length of your body, along the outside of your thighs before moving between them, his fingers brushing along your folds between slipping one of his digits between them, his cock twitching in his shorts from the sound of your moan. “You’re so wet already…” He mused, circling the tip of his finger slowly around your clit, adoring the way your body reacted to his touch.

“I just got out of the shower…” You teased through shaky breaths as your hips bucked up against his hand, craving more of his touch, wanting to feel more of him.

He hummed softly, his fingers trailing down to your hole that clenched tightly around nothing, anticipating their entrance. “You’ve been out of the shower for a while now…” He retorted before pressing his lips back against yours just as one of his fingers entered you.

“Shut up…” You mumbled against his lips, but he snickered lowly as his finger started to pump faster eliciting a sharp gasp from you, your lips parted, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own.

With your heightened senses from the darkness of the room, you could hear everything. Your shaky breaths, the crinkling of the sheets beneath you and Seungkwan as he continued rutting his hips against the mattress to find friction while he pleasured you. The low squeaking of your bed frame when you arched your back as he added another finger, scissoring your hole to prepare you for him.

“Kwannie…” You whimpered when he brushed his thumb across your slit, earning yourself a low hum of satisfaction from him. He reveled in the way you said his name, and he toyed with your sensitive bud even more, wanting to hear it again. “Seungkwan~” You whined, but it sounded like a song, music to his ears as he finally pulled his fingers out, earning himself a pout that he couldn’t see in the dark.

The soft smacking of lips and then a soft chuckle sounded before he said anything, his next words causing your body to feel like it had burst into flames. “You taste amazing, darling.” He murmured, and your legs immediately clenched shut in embarrassment, your hands moving up to cover your face. “You’re so cute… beautiful…” He whispered, his hands running over the expanse of your body, worshipping you the way you should be. “I want you to be mine…”

Slowly lowering your hands, you looked up at the silhouette of him. “I already am…” You whispered, placing your hands on top of his as they ran over your thighs, intertwining your fingers and pulling him closer to you. “I don’t think I could ask the same for you though…”

“Why not?” He questioned, his touches soft as he brushed the tips of his fingers across your cheek. “I’m already yours if you didn’t know…” A hushed sigh left him before pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You’re so soft…” You mumbled, tugging playfully at the hem of his t-shirt to keep him close to you.

He scoffed loudly, letting his body drop on top of yours, pressing you down further into the mattress. “Actually I’m pretty hard right now…” He joked, pushing his clothed cock against you so you could feel just how hard he was.

The lighthearted mood of the room was once again gone, overshadowed by the lust that the both of you felt. “Let me help you.” Your hand moved down his chest, moving lower and lower until your fingers rested against his erection. He was thick, you could already tell through the shorts, and he was big. You palmed him slowly, enjoying the way his body seemed to shake from just the lightest touch, and you hadn’t even really touched him yet. Tremors moved through his arms that were trying to hold him up above you, and you could have sworn he hadn’t taken a breath.

Your hands moved away from the painfully strained tent in his shorts to push against his shoulders, causing him to topple over onto the mattress, and you were sure that if you could see him, his eyes would be wide and his jaw would be slacked with confusion. “Wh-What are you doing?” He asked, trying to prop himself up on his elbows, but you positioned yourself between his legs and pushed back against his chest to keep him flat on the bed.

“My mouth couldn’t quite reach you when you were on top of me like that.” You explained nonchalantly, sliding his shirt up enough to pepper kisses along his chest before stopping at the waistband to his shorts, slipping your fingers beneath them and tugging them down.

“Oh… Oh!” His hips jolted up immediately to allow you to get his shorts and boxers down, and his hand reached out to flick on the light on the nightstand table. “Fuck… you’re so pretty…” He whispered when he finally was able to take you in, registering the image to his memory, not wanting to forget it.

You felt naked, and it wasn’t just because you actually were, it was being seen like this by him, being so vulnerable around him, it made you feel bare, and while it made you nervous, even made you a little shy, you loved having his eyes on you, knowing that he only had eyes for you.

A sheen of precum coated his tip and you made quick work of collecting it on your tongue, admiring his vocals as his muscles tensed and his breaths quickened. Your hand was wrapped around his shaft, pumping it slowly as you took the head of his cock between your lips, wanting to hear all of the sounds that he could make. “Shit… Y/N…” He gasped, his hips bucking up into the warmth of your mouth, one of his hands flying to your hair to brush it out of your face, watching you intently as you took him deeper.

He was trying hard not to move too much, not to get carried away or lose control, but the agonizingly slow pace of your mouth almost felt like you were teasing him, trying to see how far you could push him before he took control and fucked into your mouth the way he really wanted to. Your lips slid up, making a soft popping sound as they left him, the string of spit that connected from your lips to his tip had him feeling dizzy as he watched you, your eyes glossy and almost doe like as they looked to him. “Kwannie…?” You whispered, your hand still slowly jerking him, making sure his cock was fully coated in your spit.

God, he adored the way you called for him, and he didn’t waste a beat, grabbing your arms and pulling you up to him before rolling you over on your back and positioning himself between your legs. He teased his cock between your slit, lubricating his tip with the juices that collected there, and in the new light of the room he could really enjoy the beautiful reactions that you had to even the simplest of touches.

He lined himself up with your hole, pushing in slowly, unable to contain his own moan when he felt you stretch around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as your mouth fell open, but the only sound that left you was a quiet gasp. “Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded your head quickly, whimpering out something that must have been an okay.

He took his time, wanting to feel everything, wanting to retain the feeling of your slick heat swallowing him completely as he pushed deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, a shaky breath leaving him as he let himself fall on top of you, burying his face in your neck. “Are you okay?” Your question caught him off guard, and he slowly lifted his head to look at you, the sweet look of concern in your eyes as they met his own.

“I love you…” Was all he could think to say to let you know that he truly was okay, he was more than okay, and what better moment to tell you than this? He propped himself up on his forearm, his other hand finding yours and slipping his fingers between your own as he began to rock his hips. The shocked look on your face from his sudden confession was overtaken by one of pure pleasure as your head rolled back against your pillow. He really did love you.

He woke up the next morning with the bright light of the sun targeting his eyes through the blinds, and when he rolled over, he was expecting to find you, he wanted to find you, but the bed was empty and the blankets were kicked back as if you had left in a rush. Why was it that his heart ached at the thought of you leaving him? It was a silly thought to have though, it was your apartment, why would you leave?

Then the smell of coffee and bacon filled his nose, and if he thought last night was amazing, it was only made better by the sudden image that filled his mind of sharing breakfast with you the morning after. He rolled out of the bed quickly, checking his phone for the time and letting out a habitual yawn when he saw that it was only 6 in the morning. The both of you had work soon, and he wished that you didn’t, he wanted badly to relive the moments that were shared last night once more.

Pulling on his shorts, he walked into the kitchen, taking a moment to admire the way you looked standing in front of the stove with his t-shirt on. “Good morning, darling.” He murmured, his voice husky from the sleep induced dryness of his throat. You turned around to greet him with a smile, your face the image of pure bliss, your hair lazily thrown up into a bun on top of your head and your lips still swollen from the heated kisses in the bedroom.

“Good morning, Kwannie.” The name sent an immediate reaction to his dick that seemed to jump awake at the sound of it. “Did you want your shirt back? It was on the floor and…” His head was already shaking as he closed the space between the two of you, his hands holding your hips as he kissed you.

“I like it on you way more.” He murmured, his fingers fisting the fabric of the shirt to keep you close to him. “Did you sleep well?” You nodded your head, a sheepish smile forming on your pursed lips, and he could only think of what he had told you, knowing for a fact now that the words hadn’t slipped out in a moment of passion when his brain was fogged and he didn’t know what to say. “I love you.” He said it again, just to make sure you knew it, to make sure you had no doubts about his true feelings.

“And I love you too… Coffee?” You handed him the cup that still had steam billowing from the top and he took it immediately, taking a sip and letting out a hum of delight as the warm liquid coated his throat and filled his empty stomach. “Also…” You raised your hand and he looked at it quizzically before you rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, raising his hand for him and then giving him a high five. “Now you don’t have to use the lotion and the tissues back at the dorms anymore.”

He groaned loudly, his head falling back as he dramatically stomped to the table and fell into the chair. “I’m gonna kill him.” He grumbled, but honestly, this is a moment that he’d remember forever. The domesticity of it, the casualness, the way the two of you could joke around this way. It was normalcy, it was love, and while his initial thought was to be with you as much as he could before you had to leave, now he wanted more. “Stay with me… I want to keep you…”

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