#soowon x reader

[koukaimagines]

Soowon being jealous

Hello! Thank you for your request! Sorry for the wait! Soowon being jealous would certainly be a sight to behold! I'm not sure what kind of relationship you'd like Soowon and reader to have, so I wrote about soowon and reader in an exclusive romantic relationship! I hope you enjoy these HCs!

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Soowon

Soowon is someone who is calculated and logical. He doesn't and actively refuses to let himself be swayed by anything he might deem unnecessary. But in your case, it's different.

Having you by his side was already a poor blunder on his part. Falling for you was even worse— but now that he's realized he can't let go of you, he'll work things out. He always does. But his relationship with you is proving difficult. Despite his condition and position, he's selfish and determined to keep you close to him, even if physical distances rip you apart.

When that physical distance favoured another man in the palace over him, he stared blankly at you. But with Kyesook and Joodoh behind him asking what's wrong, he tears his gaze from the hand you bring to your lips as you stand there giggling with one of the soldiers. Despite the familiar ache in his chest, he must keep up appearances. Even though it doesn't fool his retainers, Kyesook and Joodoh both opt to stay quiet. When it's about you, things get more complicated.

When Soowon's jealous, you wouldn't know. He'd cage those raw feelings within the depths of his soul and act as though they never came to being. Loving you was forcing a vulnerability out of him that was hard to stand, often shining through minor missteps. Jealousy was no exception.

His Majesty would be said to seem a little more airheaded than usual from how frequent it seemed that he was not in the present moment. Things would go in through one ear and out the other. He'd be spoken to and ask the speaker to repeat themselves. He'd stare blankly at the table or his book, not making out the wood nor the words— as if he was looking at something completely different.

And he is. He's much too occupied by the sight of you with another man, and it's becoming needlessly annoying to navigate. The more he tries to focus on his work, the worse the ache gets.

You already don't get to see him as often as he'd like, so when jealousy comes in the picture, Soowon struggles quite a bit. It's not until Joodoh throws you at him that he may even realize it's jealousy that's building fog in his head.

Despite Soowon's intelligence, when it comes to romantic love, he's completely dumbfounded. The jealousy he feels with you is different from that he felt when he was younger, seeing Hak and Yona dream about a future that would never come to be. Different from the envy he felt for various things. Instead, jealousy with you was ugly, childish, needlessly selfish, rearing its head during the most undesirable of times. It felt like something out of his control, and he hated that.

He wouldn't even know what to tell you if his feelings slipped into his behaviour—if you noticed. He knows himself there's no real, tangible solution you could offer to clear the ache and the fog.

He knew that, but when he'd see you after having a bout of jealousy sprout, his body would move on its own, seeking a solution he couldn't comprehend: having you within his embrace. His hands would be drawn to you no matter how much he told them to stay at his sides.

There's that lack of insight and control he hated so much. When it's you, things are different. He selfishly acts according to his own desires as simply Soowon, not a King. You bring out a childishness in him that he dislikes, because it's unnecessary.

But he can't help but feel more at ease as the ache and fog disperses.

#soowon x reader #soowon #soo won #akatsuki no yona #akayona x reader #akatsuki no yona soowon #yona of the dawn #yotd #suwon #su won #suwon x reader

[cozymoko]

Hello, I think requests are open.

I saw the list of animes you write for.

What do you think Jaeha, Zeno and So-woon(Akatsuki no Yona) reaction to a S/O who's a goddess more ancient than the dragons and uses human form to travel for a long time yet lose her memories every century as protection mechanism she placed on herself as she keeps doing the mistake of holding mortals too dear then falling into grief whenever they die, now she's thinking of turning them to a fellow god(privilege that can given to a god's soulmate only) after they die and she's finally willing to go back to heaven and restore her full memories?

OH MY GODDESS!!

Synopsis: The reader is an ancient God who travels as a human, but every century loses her memory to protect themselves. Now, she's debating on turning her love interest into a god to return to heaven with her.

Note: I made this have any obsessive love because when most people meet a god(ess) they'll want to worship them in my opinion. Deities have that effect on people.

Pairing: Jae-ha x female! reader, Zeno x female! reader, Soo-Won x female! reader

WARNING(S): slight obsession, angst in Zeno's part

Links: AKATSUKI NO YONA MASTERLIST, NAVIGATION

JAE-HA

BEING THE WOMANIZER he is, Jae-ha has come across his fair share of pretty faces; but he didn't expect a goddess to be one of them. It was evident that you were from the heavens, blessed with ineffable amounts of beauty and an ambiance just as tempting. It was no surprise the man would look to pursue you.

It's decided; he shall join you in the afterlife. As your one and only, to bask in your beauty and grace until the sun touches the horizon. Somehow you managed to sweep the playboy off his feet in record-breaking time, although that's supposedly his job. It was almost embarrassing how fast he accepted your proposal, so much so that a deep red tinge can be seen dusting his cheeks. Never had he been so enamored with a woman, one way out of his league at that.

Now the memory aspect has piqued his interest. Relationships are precious, insightful even, so why would you want to forget them? Regardless, he respects your decision. Yet over time, Jae-Ha soon realizes he'd rather you lose all memories that don't include him. After all, he's a bit jealous of all the experiences you may have had with your past lovers, and he'd rather not have any more competition than needed.

“Oh my, I believe it's that time, isn't it? Let us go to the heavens above where we shall become one. Unfortunately, I don't think I can take the anticipation much longer darling.”

ZENO

A REAL LIFE GODDESS in the flesh? Woah, this must be his lucky day. Like with most things in life, Zeno is ecstatic. Through the many centuries he's lived, not once has he been graced with the presence of a deity such as yourself. Beautiful doesn't begin to describe the beauty that endowed you. It was as though he was looking a fairy tale princess right in the eyes. Various compliments spilled from his smiling lips faster than he could account for. If he was feeling even the slightest bit of shame you had not noticed.

This being your human form enticed him to dig up the real you. He would hate to k now you're hiding anything from him. You are not obligated to unveil what you desire not to, but he'd rather bask in as much of your authenticity as "humanely" possible. Zeno is quite jealous of your ability to forget about the past, and until he met you he wished to do the same. Maybe then would he be able to start all over again and experience life one step at a time with you sticking closely by his side.

Zeno's dragon grants him the gift of immortality so dying is out of the question. He has lived to see many dragons come and go, greeted by death and to god knows where. It saddens him that even with his new powers he won't be able to fulfill your wishes. In the end, Zeno's purpose is to serve Yona and no one else. But only one woman can make his heart beat so sporadically, rendering him speechless each time they meet eyes.

“It's a shame, y'know? I really wish I could go with you and keep you company. Hah—!? Don't cry; we'll figure something out, I'm sure of it!”

SO-WOON

SOMEONE SO POWERFUL should have never taken interest in him, but oh is he glad they did. A deity, from the heavens nonetheless, had come before him with curiosity at that. Just a short conversation with you proved how extensive your knowledge is. And from the sound of it, you were much older than many mythical beings of this time. So as one does, Soo-Won ponders ways to use that to his advantage, even if it meant deceiving you. However, that was before he put his plan into motion.

Soo-Won was destined to fall deeper and deeper into the alluring solace of the goddess he had merely hoped to use. Now, the man wished to undress her, uncovering every inch of her ravishing skin; so perfect and warm. He wished to taint her with his blooded hands so she could learn to love his true nature as he loved hers. He realizes his selfishness but he simply doesn't care. There shall be no lies between you two and he'll make sure of it.

He would long for nothing more than to be with you until his last breath, even if he does not deserve to. The sins he's committed should send him nowhere but the raging depths of hell. However, he will not lose you to those cocky bastards that resided above the clouds who were waiting to take his place. And he will never allow you to erase anything regarding your future, together for eternity.

“My beautiful goddess, where have you gone? I was worried sick; Hah...I'd thought those disposable fools had gotten to you. With your permission, I shall get rid of them in your stead.”

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere #yandere themes #akatsuki no yona headcanons #yona of the dawn headcanons #yona of the dawn scenarios #yona of the red dawn #akatsuki no yona scenarios #akatsuki no yona imagines #akatsuki no yona #jaeha yona #zeno yona #yona of the don soowon #yona soowon

[not-me-bye]

All for a reason Soowon x princess reader

"I hadn't thought anything was wrong with our relationship, oh what a fool I had been". "They were always so close".

.....

The day had started perfect, my boyfriend Hak and I had spent the morning together riding horses and just goofing around in general. I thankfully didn't have to be kept shielded in a glass box like my sister yona had too. She was never allowed to do anything or go anywhere unsupervised, otherwise father would scold her and her maids would have to keep her under intense watch. I was glad that I could do and roam as i please but sometimes I couldn't help but be hurt that our father cared so little about me, I get it I look nothing like yona and I don't look like father either. I had always thought it was because I resembled my mother and that's why he barely acknowledged me but.... It had to be something else it just had to be.

From what I could remember when i was little father barely visited me when I was with my mother, only visiting my mother and yona when she was born ,but would rarely speak to me or even look in my direction. My mother didn't say anything about it but she never referred to me as king ils daughter, she just referred to me as her daughter. It was one big mystery and beyond lonely.

Once I met hak and soowon it was like all had changed and I felt what it was like to be happy and no longer be lonely. Soowon had immediately taken to following me around and asking me all sorts of weird questions when we had first met all those years ago. He was a year younger than me yet he seemed to not care in the slightest. It was like he had just up and chose to befriend me, over the years we had gotten close and I had admired him for sometime, you could even say it was like a crush. Eventually though he only came around so often and my feelings fizzled out. That's when I fell for hak, he had been so bossy and a bit of an ass. We slowly began to hang out and gravitated to each other more and more, he also befriended and was close with yona too. I didn't at the time see the feelings he most definitely had for her. Instead as we got older I eventually confessed to hak and he had said he liked me back and we began a relationship, he was my first for a lot of things but I never expected it to end in my first heart break.

"I'm getting a bit sidetracked let me get back to the day at hand and what all had happened."

I had always heard the rumors that I wasn't king ils legitimate child and I didn't want to believe it being so young but now that I was older it was sounding more and more likely, the only way I would know is if I went and looked through my mothers things that were packed away in storage. I would have to be careful because of king il saw me he would be MAD. I crept into the part of the place that my mothers belongings were kept and went though her box of letters, drawings, and personal notes. If I wasn't his legitimate child then she might have wrote about it or atleast hinted about it in her journal. I looked through the pages finding nothing then I found the other one and looked through it and found something. My mother was recalling an incident that had happen where I had came to her crying and asking why father liked Tina so much but hated me. She wrote about the how it ached her heart and that she was glad I wouldn't struggle or be met with poverty thanks to "fathers" kindness but she was still sad I wouldn't ever know any real father figure il or "my biological father".... I knew it and yet I felt my heart stop.

I couldn't help the hurt that I felt despite knowing that this was the most likely outcome. All I could think about was going and finding hak. He would understand and he would comfort me. I quickly went Looking for hak hurriedly checking rooms. I went to yonas room and absentmindedly opened the door. Hak was indeed there but so was yona and they were kissing, not just a simple kiss but full on making out. I felt my heart drop. "How could you, either of you", I yelled. Hak cake close to me trying to explain himself, "y/n I'm sorry it's not like it looks, I didn't mean it like that". The audacity of him to try and act like it was some accident had me seeing red. I slapped hak and went to yona backhanding her as well. "You were supposed to be my sister, I trusted you YONA", I turned around walking out before either could say anything. I went back to my room and as soon as the door shut I cried and I cried, for my broken relationship and for the father daughter relationship I wouldn't ever know or have.

Weeks had passed and I wouldn't speak to yona or hak, I avoided them and refused to even look at them. What made it worse was they were already in a relationship a maid told me. I've never been more humiliated,sad, pissed. I could kill them both. Thankfully just the perfect timing Soowon had arrived and I had met him at his rooms. I had hugged him and he pulled me into his room and I told him everything from hak and yona too my not father. "I'm so sorry y/n" he said as he hugged me. We spent some time like that. "There is actually something I need to tell you". Soowon nervously continued, "I'm to be married soon and since king il doesn't want it too be yona he is arranging that I marry you, I wanted to tell you myself". "I'm sorry that all this is being pushed on you y/n". I was stunned to say the least, I sat quiet not saying anything for a longgg time. "Y/n" Soowon worriedly asked. "I'm just trying to process all this" I said with a sigh. I had always liked soowon and the crush had always lingered in my heart but I had thought i lost it. I had also thought I wouldn't move on from hak or be able to live but guess I was wrong again. Here goes nothing "soowon... I have to tell you something, I have liked you for a long time more than just friends." "I thought I had lost the feelings I held for you all that time ago when I developed feeling for hak, but the feelings I have for you are still very much here for you and I just..." Words couldn't describe what I felt so I pulled Soowon into a kiss. That went on for a hot second before I pulled back. Soowon sat there silently stunned, I thought he was gonna reject me since he didn't exactly kiss me back but her again he surprised me. "I've felt the same for you for so long, I never got the chance since you started dating hak but I'm happy to know now that you reciprocated my feelings all this time" Soowon states with a slight blush to his face as he leans in and kisses me. I'm glad he's kissing me so he can't see the goofy ass smile I have on my face. "So are we together now , before we were gonna be yknow together anyway" I ask. "Yes we are y/n" he laugh.

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It's crazy how all that happened and now I'm with soowon my childhood love. Maybe things do happen for a reason. I'm loved and no longer alone and I have someone who stands up for me against king il, it feels nice to be loved.

Requested by anon on wattpad

This is short and not the best but I’m still new and working on my writing skills, pls be patient. I do take requests for my oneshot book on wattpad, my @ is @IzanasWhore444

#anime #he’s beautiful #yotd #akatsuki no yona #akatsuki no yona imagines #yona of the dawn #hak and yona #soowon #soo won #suwon #fanfic #x reader #requests open #taking requests #short fanfic

[fairyofsilence]

RISING STAR | 1/7 | THAT’S THE INDUSTRY, BABY SERIES |

Pairing: Producer!Namjoon x Trainee!Reader

Warnings (there's important trigger warnings mentioned, read each one of them carefully and proceed with caution): +18, Yandere, grooming, age gap (reader is 19 while Namjoon is 31), cursing, extreme abuse of power, manipulation, reader has a bad relationship with her mother, self-deprecation, reader has a low self esteem, mentions of unhealthy diets, mentions of toxic beauty standards, both explicit and non explicit sexual scenes; oral sex (m and f reciving), fingering, spanking, protected sex, sex in the work place, loss of virginity, mentions of blood, slight dubcon (she agrees to have sex after he coaxes her into it), mentions of aftercare, mentions of sex, recording of sexual acts without a partner's knowledge, blackmail, forced relationships.

Summary: It's the opportunity of a lifetime, everything you have ever wished for has been presented to you on a silver platter, becoming the next rising star of the critically acclaimed producer Kim Namjoon was a dream come true.

Too bad you are to naive to confuse a nightmare for a blessing.

I don't agree nor condone any of the actions made by any of the characters throughout the story, I also do not belive that any of the members of BTS would act this way or have this type of behaviour, this story it's fiction and it's written with the sole purpose of entertainment.

Word count:  11.3 k

This is the first of seven parts for the That's the industry, baby series, you cand find my main masterlist here. The stories can be read as one shots, the stories just take place in the same universe.

Hello again! It’s been a while, believe me I know, and I also know I’ve been announcing this fic since practically a year now but get this: I’m a depressed college student who loves to procrastinate, but I shit you not tonight I said “fuck it” and finished this enitre fic in eight hours, this is extreamly unedited and I’m posting this at 6 a.m, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to edit this until June but until then please enjoy and let me know what you think! I created this series because I’ve always been shocked at the ammount of disgusting things the entertainment industry has try to hide from the general public, and this series will tackle most of that, withouth more introductions, here’s the first of them, enjoy!

EDITED ON 05/27/2023

You haven’t moved an inch since you’ve put your eyes on the board.

 You’re trembling, you can feel the air starting to leave your lungs, but you don’t seem able to take a breath because you feel like if you so much as blink, the announcement will disappear from the board, and it all just be an illusion.

 But it’s not an illusion, you’re actually looking at the announcement on the board right now, the letters are big, bright, and bold, and there’s no doubt that what you’re looking at now is your name next to the word “Congratulations.”

 “Congratulations Y/N Y/L/N, you won!

You’ve been chosen as Rkive records new rising star.

For more details, check the inbox on your email in which you’ve been send the instructions on what to do next.”

 All sound seemed to quiet down, you couldn’t hear a single thing except a striking white noise ringing on your ears, and although you can feel some of the trainees jumping around trying to congratulate you, you can’t seem to do anything right now, your body is paralyzed, your eyes fill up with tears and you feel as if your heart had gone all the way up to your throat.

 You’ve won, you’re finally going to debut, Kim Namjoon had chosen you.

 It feels surreal, you’ve been waiting for this moment, four years to be exact, and it has finally going to happen, your biggest dream was just a day away from becoming true, a small laugh leaves your mouth at the thought, you’ve made it, you finally made it happen.

 Reality comes back to you in the form of a hug, you realize the person who’s hugging you is Soowon, one of the newest trainees who, after you got her out of trouble with the singing coach, decided to attach herself to you and proclaim the two of you as best friends, she seems more excited than you right now, jumping around while trying to not break the hug, somehow you manage to wrap your arms around her, giving her a weird side hug, but she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seems even more excited after you returned the hug.

 “You did it! I know you would win” She says after hugging me a little bit tighter “It was only a matter of time before this happened, you’ve been working so hard” You feel a tear rolling down your cheek after her words, you finally turn around to return the energy of the hug and while rubbing your back, she whispers onto your ear “I know you’ll be the biggest star of this company Y/N, I’ve known it since the day we met”

 You allow yourself to feel the praise and hugs from your fellow trainees because you know that once you step a foot inside of your apartment, you know that your biggest obstacle from you reaching your dreams is waiting for you inside, so just for a few more hours, you let yourself be happy, because you know that when she finds out about the news you received today, a light argument is the best thing you can’t expect.

Your mother is already at your apartment by the time you got home, and that was the first weird thing you noticed.

The second was that she made dinner, your mother never makes dinner, she always works until late in the night and you’ve survived on rice and instant ramen because of that, but tonight she seems to gone all out, there’s even meat at the table for god sake, and that’s how you know there’s only two reasons behind this happening; she was either fired or she got a new, better paying job, and you’ll be very surprised if it ends up being the latter.

 She has never been good at maintaining a job, and for someone who’s been poor her whole life, she doesn’t seem to understand that to maintain a job is to be quiet, the workers should never complain to their bosses, at least, that’s what you’ve learned during your time in the company.

 She notices your presence after you stand in the entrance for a while, then again, it’s not hard to do so, your apartment is not big enough for you to go unnoticed anyway, she turns off the stove and walks up to you with a smile, greeting you excitedly.

 “Hi sweetheart, sit down please, I’m just going to bring out some plates, okay?” You don’t say anything, but she doesn’t seem to mind the lack of response, turning away from you to grab two plates from the small kitchen cabinet while you set down your backpack and take a seat on the floor in front of the small table, your palms begin to sweat as you mentally prepare to tell your mother about the news, which you’re sure she won’t take kindly.

“How was your day? You usually come back earlier than this, I told you that this trainee stuff cannot interfere with school” And there she goes, you can even seat down in peace for five minutes before she starts listing all the stupid reasons why you should be a trainee, but today you won’t take any criticism from her, actually, today you’ll prove her just how wrong she’s been.

“It was great, I have good news actually” Your voice loses power for a bit, but you pull through it, your mother sits down and seems curious about the news for once.

“Yeah? What is it? You’re finally leaving that company for good? They’re the reason you got two years behind in school” Your eye twitches at her remark but you ignore her before dropping the bomb.

“No, it’s the opposite actually” Her eyebrows raise at that, and she looks at you expectantly before you say, “I’m signing my contract tomorrow, I’m going to debut soon.”

 The silence that follows after your words seems to last an eternity.

 Your mother puts her utensils down, she licks her lips and lets out a deep sigh after a few seconds, she doesn’t like this at all.

 “I was expecting good news” Her words feel like a dagger piercing right through your heart, but you maintain your posture, you can’t let her, and her hurtful words get to you.

“This is good news mom, don’t you understand? I wasn’t sign to a small company, Bangtan signed me, Kim Namjoon chose me” Your mother makes eye contact, and it makes you falter for a second, she always knows how to bring you down when you’re finally going up.

“Who put those ideas on your head? That Kim Namjoon that you always talk about?” Before you can even talk back she cuts you off before adding “Sweetheart, I thought you were smarter than this, when man want something, they’ll say anything to get you” You hate when she does this, when she makes you feel small, making you think you’re stupid without even listening to what you have to say, you hate her.

“First of all, I’m meeting him for the first time tomorrow, so no mother, he hasn’t been putting any ideas on me, and also, why are you acting so shocked at this? I’ve been training for years, you know that it was bound to happen, I’ve been working so hard for this moment to come and the only thing you can say is something negative, can you just say ‘congratulations’ at least? This is something important to me, can you at least pretend that you’re happy for me?” Your voice breaks by the end and instead of listening to your concerns, your mother decides to do what she does best; get defensive after you call her out.

“Why do you always just assume the worst of me darling? I’m just expressing my concern as your mother, is it wrong to be worried about who my daughter is going to be spending so much time with?” Her tone just manages to push you over the edge every time, you don’t even realize you’re crying until a teardrop land on your lap, you’re quick to wipe your tears before she gets the satisfaction of knowing she can affect you so much, you make eye contact with her before responding.

“Why can you just be happy for me mom?” You’re tired of arguing, but as usual, she doesn’t notice how you feel.

"I'm just worried about you, darling. You know that the career you want is risky. What if they change their minds and leave you without warning? What if you get injured before you even have a chance to perform? And what if they decide you're not good-looking enough after a few years? Have you thought about what you'll do then?" The venomous words spill out of her mouth so effortlessly that you're taken aback. Even your mother seems surprised by what she just said, but she doesn't backtrack or apologize. She only looks at you with a guilty expression, her eyes betraying her harsh tone. You let out a bitter chuckle before responding.

“You know what mom? I don’t think you’re worried” you say, your eyes fixed on your hands in your lap before voicing the thoughts that have been on your mind for a long time “I think you’re jealous” The silence in the room was so prominent you could hear a pin drop “I know you were young when you had me and I’m sorry I screwed up your life, but your misery is not my fault, I have to live my own life and make my own path, and being an idol is the path that I chose, so I’ll let things clear for you, you either accept my choices without any type of criticism or I’ll have to leave this place” You stand up and before she can respond, you leave her with this; “although, after signing my contract, I might just leave either way” with that, you make your way to your shared bedroom, not having the courage to say anything after your fight.

Later that night, you noticed your mother quietly slipping into bed, assuming you were already asleep. However, you struggled to find peace, tossing and turning as your thoughts continued to plague you. Every time you tried to close your eyes; you could only see the look on your mother's face after your confrontation. The night stretched on endlessly, and despite your efforts to find rest, sleep eluded you. The weight of guilt lay heavy on your heart, and you knew that the rift between you and your mother had only grown wider. Your once-fragile relationship now seemed completely shattered. However, you were resolute in your decision to pursue your career and follow your dreams. While the thought of losing your mother was painful, the thought of losing this opportunity would have been even worse. With this assurance, you finally managed to drift off into unconsciousness, with the hope that tomorrow you’ll be able to forget about the tough time you went through tonight.

You don’t think you’ve ever been more nervous than you are right now.

 You can feel the cold sweat forming on the crown of your forehead, your body feels like a quivering mass of jelly, the subtle trembles barely perceptible to anyone but you, a physical manifestation of your own nervousness, you’ll be biting your nails too if you could, but ever since receiving the most shocking news of your life you don’t think there’s anything left for you to bite off.

 Today, if everything goes according to plan, you’ll become the newest artist under Rkive’s music records, the most prestigious record label in the entire country, owned by one of the most acclaimed producers of the decade, and your own personal God, Kim Namjoon.

 As you step into Rkive's gleaming headquarters, the air is charged with an indescribable energy. You can practically feel the prestige of the company pulsing through the walls, and the faint sound of music drifting through the halls is enough to send shivers down your spine. You check your phone for the last time just to make sure you got everything down, the instructions they gave you were simple, but your anxiety makes you feel hyperaware of everything, taking a deep breath while closing your eyes you try to calm yourself down, chill the hell out, you say to yourself, you’re going to weird him out, granted, Namjoon might not be weirded out by you but he’ll definitely would think you aren’t ready for this and that’s not the case at all, you've worked so hard for this opportunity, and you won't let your anxiety get in the way now that you're so close to being signed, especially by someone like Namjoon, and given his reputation, being signed by him would be the ultimate validation of your hard work and talent.

 Kim Namjoon isn’t an easy man to impress, because not only has he worked with the biggest stars in the industry, but also, any music related award you can think of; he most likely already has won at least two of those, and if his experience wasn’t intimidating enough, his unwavering commitment to achieving perfection on every aspect of his music is both impressive and intimidating, commanding respect from those around him, and you definitely respect him, in fact, there's no one in the world that you look up more than Namjoon, you want to impress him, make him remember who you are, make him wish he had discover you sooner, you want your idol to want you as desperately as you want him, and you won’t leave this building until you accomplish that.

 As you approach the front desk, the receptionist glances up at you with raised eyebrows, silently urging you to speak. Though her harsh glare could be intimidating, you're determined to stay focused on the reason you’re here. You won't let her nasty glare affect you, not even a little bit.

 You take a deep breath and greet her politely, "Hi." Even though she might be looking down on you, you refuse to be rude. You state your business clearly, "My name is Y/N, and I have a meeting with Mr. Kim Namjoon today in his studio."

At the mention of his name, her glare softens up a bit, but still looks annoyed, with a monotone voice, she says “Wait for just a second please” before reaching for the telephone on the desk, it’s only a matter of seconds after calling when the other line picks up, they exchange a couple of words that you can’t decipher and after she hangs up, she looks back at you with a fake smile before standing up, she speaks with a more cheerful tone this time “Mr. Kim’s assistant is coming down to escort you to his studio, please wait for a moment, you’re welcome to sit down in the lounge as you wait” the receptionist points at the small waiting lounge that’s right in front of the elevators, you whisper her a small thank you before making your way over there, sitting down on the individual sleek black leather couch, impatiently waiting for his assistant to come out of one the elevators.

After sitting there for just a few minutes, you begin to feel very out of place, everything in this building looks, feels, and even smells expensive, and somehow here you are, a nameless trainee with second hand bought clothes, with the smallest, cheapest purse which you keep holding on tightly into your lap, shrinking into yourself more each minute that passes by.

You’ve never had a high self-esteem, but it seems the small bit of confidence you’ve had has disappear after knowing that you’ve won the contest and you will be meeting Kim Namjoon in person, you’re scared, your mind tormenting you with all the “what if?” questions, what if he decides you’re not actually the one?, what if he thinks you’re not good enough?

 What if?, what if?, what if?

 Before you can think about any more ways on how this whole thing could go wrong, the small ding sound of the elevator pulls you away from your thoughts, you’re quick to stand up and soon after that, a short, petite woman steps out of the elevator, her eyes find you quickly after coming out and a small smile appears on her face as she approaches you, clutching a clipboard on her hands.

 “Hi!” Her cheerful tone catches you by surprise, but you smile nevertheless “You’re Y/N right?” you answer her with a small nod, which she ends up mimicking before talking again “I’m Sohee, I’m Namjoon’s assistant, do you have everything we asked you to bring?” you respond with a small ‘yes’ before making a gesture towards your bag, she nods again before signaling the elevator “Follow me please, I’ll take you to his studio so you can talk for a bit before signing” You’re quick to follow her request by stepping into the elevator next to her, she presses the button of the 14th floor and you both wait until the doors close and the elevator starts running, Sohee turns to you and smiles before asking “Nervous?” You let out a small laugh before answering.

“Very, I can’t believe this is happening right now” Your palms begin to sweat, and she laughs as you wipe your hands on your pants, you decide to redirect the conversation towards her “So, how long have you’ve been working for him?” Sohee’s eyes widen up a little bit after your question, she seems genuinely surprised by your interest, but she answers either way.

“Three years next month, my best friend got me this job actually, it’s sort of a long story but to keep things short, she works with Kim Taehyung, he told her about Namjoon needing an assistant and that’s how I landed here” She speaks very fast and you have a hard time catching what she’s saying, but before you can respond, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors begin to open, you’re welcomed by a similar lounge than the one in the reception, only that this lounge had a large plaque that read “Rkive Music Records” in a beautiful gold color, the letters engraved in a pitch-black tone, if you though the lobby looked expensive, Namjoon’s floor was a whole different level.

 “Follow me please, I’ll lead you to his office, he’s already waiting for you” Her words make you shiver, you can’t believe it’s finally happening, the excitement is making your legs shake and you can barely breath as you make your way through the long hallway, passing the small reception desk and several doors of what you can assume are different studios.

 Sohee comes an abrupt stop, causing you to hold your breath until she turns to look at you and with a bright smile, she gestures the door right in front of you, which holds a sleek, platinum plaque with Kim Namjoon’s name engraved on it, you gulp and letting out a deep sigh, she says “This is it, good luck!” She holds up two thumbs and you let a nervous laugh at her antics, she leaves quietly and just like that you’re left on your own, with a shaky hand, you reach to know on the studio’s door, you only have to wait for a couple of seconds, but you’re anxiety is making it seem like time going slower than it actually is, you’re beginning to lose your mind until finally, the door handle turns and you’re face to face with the person you’ve never thought you’ll ever see this close, Kim Namjoon stands right in front of you, with a big smile on his face, his dimples only making him look even more attractive, his dark hair is pulled back and he’s wearing all black, he looks hot and he knows it, that’s what makes him more dangerous, it seems like an eternity before he opens his mouth and says, “Well hello there” His deep voice makes you even more nervous, “You must be Y/N, please, come in” Granted, he chose you as the winner of the contest, he must know your name, it’s logical, but your inner fan cannot believe your idol just said your name so casually, you compose yourself before you answer him with an enthusiastic nod, not forgetting to bow before anything, Namjoon let’s out a chuckle before leaning against the wall to make room for you to walk in, you’re quick to follow, entering his studio while a timid “Thank you” leaves your lips.

 The first thing you notice about his studio is how big it is, you had expected nothing less than this, giving that he’s the owner of this record label, but it still doesn’t make it any less shocking, you almost feel ashamed of the fact that his studio seems to be bigger than your shared apartment with your mom. When you first walk in, there’s a small hallway that leads you to the main part of his studio, but instead of a wall, there’s a huge glass to showcase his biggest accomplishments, his awards are perfectly lined up in multiple shelves and there’s some of his biggest songs displayed with as either platinum or gold records, some of the movies he has produced the soundtrack of are also displayed by a frame with the poster on it, you don’t realize you stopped following him until he reached out to tap you in the shoulder, you turned to look at him and you found him with a teasing smirk on his face, you give him a shy smile in return.

 “Sorry, I was just admiring everything" Your face feels hot, and he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you shiver, his presence alone makes you nervous, and having him smiling and talking to you with that deep voice of his was making you crazy.

"Don't worry, it’s a bit overwhelming isn’t it?” You nod and Namjoon imitates the action “Hobi says that all the time when he comes by” The casual mention of such a huge star makes your eyes go wide and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he smiles widely and you could swear he mouthed the word cute, but you couldn’t tell if you were just imagining things or if it actually happened, so you only smiled and continued to follow him through the hallway.

 And if you thought the hallway was something, you weren’t prepared to see his actual studio, in fact, you couldn’t even process your surroundings because Namjoon put his right hand on your lower back, a weird feeling washed all over you but noticing he was guiding you to a small sofa, you turned to look at him and he only gestured with his other hand for you to take a seat, suddenly, your nerves made you feel silly, of course he was just being nice, you were just paranoid.

 “Please take a seat and get comfortable, it’s going to be a pretty long session” Namjoon chuckles after that and you let out an awkward laugh.

 His studio was so intimidating, you couldn't even sit down in peace without thinking you'll probably break something that cost more than your apartment, sensing your nervousness, Namjoon puts his hand on your shoulders while giving you a reassuring smile.

 "Don’t panic, everything's going well" You give him a small nod, and he turns his back after you finally seem to catch your breath, walking towards what seems to be a mini fridge "Would you like something to drink? I have water, some energy drinks" Namjoon pauses and looks up at you with a teasing smile, his dimples full on display, this man would be the death for you "I have beer as well, if you can handle it" He raises an eyebrow and it makes you giggle, Namjoon seems to love your reaction, but he waits patiently for your answer, you compose yourself and finally give him an answer.

“Water is fine, thank you” Your voice is barely audible, but you don’t stutter so you consider that a win, Namjoon nods and pulls two water bottles from the mini fridge, and makes his way to his chair after closing the door.

“So, let’s start talking business, shall we?” Namjoon says after handing you the bottle and sitting down in a chair, the only thing between you and him being the small coffee table where a leather folder lays over it, as well as two fancy looking pens.

“Okay” You agree, and Namjoon’s aura seems to take a shift, exuding power and knowledge, two things you very much lack off.

“So, I’m assuming that you read the contract when you entered the contest, right?” His gaze is so intense it makes you grip on the edge of your skirt tightly, responding with a nod because you know that your voice will give out if you try to speak right now, Namjoon takes your answer before continuing, “Basically, the contract says that we’re making an EP, you will be making all types of promotions and you will be making a music video for the main track, I have some songs ready and while I personally think the artist should have an input on the songs, we were given only two months to deliver a full EP, so as soon as you sign we’ll begin to work, okay?” Your enthusiastic nod makes him smile “Perfect, do you have any concerns about the contract? You should ask questions before signing, you know?” That makes you genuinely laugh, and Namjoon seems happy he has eased your mood a little.

“The contract is only for an EP, right?” Your tone is a bit steadier and Namjoon nods before explaining.

“Yes, but I’m sure your EP will be a success, which means a more permanent contract” Namjoon can sense you tensing up at the probability, so he surprisingly, reaches out to squeeze your thigh before adding “Someone as talented as you shouldn’t be worried about that, your debut will go better than you expect, I’ll make sure of that” His words feel like a soft blanket, providing comfort to your worries, the current position of his hand makes you nervous, but you pay it no mind as you nod and smile, Namjoon is just being friendly, there’s nothing to be scared about.

“So, what about management? Who is going to be my manager?” Your question makes him smile and you’re shocked to the core when his index finger rises up to point at himself, there’s no fucking way “But Mr. Kim, you’ve never- “Namjoon cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?” You’re speechless and Namjoon takes your silence as a cue to keep talking, “You know, when I saw your audition, I was starstruck, I even got mad at the management because how in the fuck have they kept you training for so long? Such a talented person deserves to be seen by the whole world” His dragon shaped eyes look directly into yours and you’re left breathless by his praise, hearing those words coming from his mouth seemed unreal “I wanted to be in control of your debut because while this people might have underappreciated your talent, I saw your potential right from the start” His praise makes you feel dizzy and you can’t believe what’s happening right now, you can barely register him reaching out for one of the pens at the table, putting in one of your palms before he asks “What do you think then, would you give me the chance to make you the star you’re meant to be?” You almost feel hypnotized, slowly nodding your head while gripping the expensive pen on your hand, Namjoon’s smile almost seems to shine as he hands you the leather folder containing the contract, you read quickly through the pages before reaching the final one, where your name is beneath a long line, waiting only for your signature, because Namjoon had already signed this.

 With a trembling hand and with a deep sigh, you put the folder on your lap and click on the small button on the pen, you only pause for a second before signing the contract, you’re still in the clouds even after looking at your signature on the strikingly white paper, you lift your head only to see Namjoon looking at you with mischief written all over his face, his eyes seem to hide something you can’t quite decipher, but he soon opens his mind to let you know exactly what his thoughts are.

 “Don’t worry darling, I’ll make sure you become the biggest star this company has ever seen.”

 You knew that becoming an artist was never going to be an easy job, but the amount of times you’ve stayed working late this week alone was ridiculous, turns out, the rumors about Namjoon’s work ethic were true, his perfectionism was driving you insane, the amount of times he had asked you to start a song all over again because he wasn’t a ‘100% sure’ if he like the way you sounded almost made you bang your head against the recording booth wall, but you didn’t, you stayed put, only smiling and responding by putting your thumbs up until he gave you the sign to get ready to start recording again. You sang until your throat became sore, you danced until you stopped feeling your limbs, the fatigue was quickly catching up to you and everything started to pile up fast, you needed to memorize all lyrics and choreographies in less than two months without mentioning all the physical changes the agency was demanding from you, your mother’s words ringing loudly through your ears every time you were reminded to not eat until you were done for the day and even then, your single daily meal would barely make you feel full, you had to control your hunger by eating a small bowl of ice cubes and drinking water.

 You were in the verge of a breakdown when one night after your first month of working together, Namjoon had finally told you that you did great and that you could come out to join him while he worked, you were so caught up with singing your heart out that you didn’t realized that Namjoon had ordered dinner for the two of you, you thanked him by giving him a small bow and a tired smile, he only gestured her to sit down and to eat, and you did exactly that, pulling your chair closer to him before sitting down, to which you could see from the corner of your eye that he smirk at your actions.

 “I didn’t ask for what you liked but I supposed that you can’t go wrong with McDonald’s” Namjoon said while putting his earphones down to his neck and grabbing his own dinner, you made a hand gesture to let him know that it’s fine, McDonald’s right now seems like heaven to your starved stomach.

“It’s okay, you shouldn't worry about me, I would’ve eaten something at home” You dig into some fries and Namjoon sends you a look you can’t quite comprehend.

“Nonsense, how can I not worry about you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed about the stupid diets the company is forcing you to do” You freeze at his words and Namjoon lets out a deep sigh before adding “You should’ve told me before; I would’ve done something earlier” His concern makes you feel guilty, so you try to make excuses to make him (and yourself) feel better.

“They’re just making sure I look good before the filming starts, I have to look my best before debuting, you know that” You can’t even look at him while you’re talking, you don’t know if it’s your shitty diet or Namjoon’s words that make you lose your appetite, but he wasn’t content with your answer, pulling his chair even closer to you, forcing you to finally look at him in the eye for the first time tonight.

“It’s bullshit, you already look perfect to me” His words make your heart jump “And besides, if you don’t eat well, you won’t have enough energy for the live performances, so you better start eating good after today, you got that?” You haven’t even noticed than Namjoon’s hand has made it’s way to one of your thighs, whilst your knees were faintly brushing against his, his sudden closeness catches you off guard, but you make no effort to separate yourself from him.

 During this past month, you have started to catch up on some patterns, patterns that make you feel somewhat uneasy, because while you know it might just be your imagination, you can’t help but to realize how isolated you’ve become after you started to work on your EP, you haven’t spoken to any of your fellow trainee friends because, according to Namjoon, they might be jealous of your upcoming debut so you must focus on yourself right now, which is a fancier way of telling you to not speak to them, besides that, the only interactions you get outside of the building is with your mother, which, after your fight, your relationship with her now consisted on greeting each other at night and leaving the apartment before either one of you woke up, and while you talked with Sohee every now and then, the only constant human interaction you had for the past month has been with Namjoon, and while your silly crush on him remains very much alive, you can’t help but to feel like something isn’t right, his lingering touches make you jump every time it happens, and some of the things he says makes you feel uncomfortable, but you’ve blame it all on your nerves, the deadlines are approaching too fast and Namjoon is only trying to make things easier for you, it makes you feel ungrateful to doubt on him like this but you can’t help it, he’s a man with too much power and you think it’s only natural for someone in your position to feel like this.

 You brush off your inner dilemma when Namjoon asks you if you want to listen to your last recording, passing you a pair of headphones and waiting until you’ve put them before playing it, you’re soon welcomed by the perfect instrumental before hearing your voice through the headphones, no matter how many times you’ve done this by now, listening to your own voice feels just as exciting as the first time, the unfinished song quickly comes to an end, you and Namjoon continue to talk about minor details until you pause the conversation to drink some water, your focus on the large screen on Namjoon’s mixing table makes you unaware of the intense stare he has set on you.

 “Do you have a boyfriend?” Namjoon’s unexpected question takes you by surprise, and stare at the screen in shock before you can answer him.

“What?” You let an awkward laugh out as you look in his direction, his expression being unable to read. Your brain still can't comprehend a reasoning behind his question or why he would be interested in such meaningless matters, but he was your boss now, and you didn’t want to make him mad at you just because you felt a little uncomfortable by his question, so you responded “I don’t have a boyfriend, I never had one actually” You’re anxious and that makes you share more information than what he has asked for, however, he seems to take this information as if it was exactly what he needed to know, he leans back in his chair and gives you a teasing smile after your confession.

“Now that I can’t believe it” You're about to protest in your defense but he finishes what he wanted to say before you get a single word out of your mouth “A beautiful girl like you has never had a boyfriend? That just can’t be true” His smile grows bigger as you get more flustered by his compliments, his hand reaches out towards your hair and tucks the loose strand that covered one side of your face, caressing your cheek with his long fingers as you lean into his touch, welcoming his soft touch after longing for it for what felt like an eternity "I'm convinced now that boys your age simply cannot see a real women even if it’s right in front of them” Namjoon seems to thrive on the effect he has caused in you after you let out a shy giggle at his words, how does he always know what’s the right thing to say?, you feel so giddy inside you feel like you might burst with how happy you felt after hearing those words come out of his lips, did Namjoon really see you as a woman? You simply cannot believe it, a man like him would never set his sight on such a meaningless, young, and stupid girl like you, no, a man like him needed a mature and sophisticated woman who matched his good looks and graceful nature.

“You don’t mean that” Your lack of confidence makes you take distance from him by standing up and trying to walk away from him, but Namjoon seemed to have different plans.

 You gasped loudly as he spined you around before picking you up so easily and placing you over his mixing table, it was a little uncomfortable giving that you were sitting over so many buttons, but right now that didn't bother you in the slightest, especially now that his mouth has quickly found it’s way on yours, the two of you sharing a such a messy kiss that will make you feel ashamed if you were on your right mind, he bites your bottom lip and you let out a small whimper at his actions, Namjoon separates from you only after your lips are red and swollen,  you’re too far gone to notice him parting your legs open with his large hands, looking at you dead in the eyes as he slowly sinks down on his knees and you could help but to stare at him in shock.

 Kim Namjoon, the man who’s technically your boss and the man you have fantasized about for years, is getting down on his knees to pleasure you.

 "Namjoon, what are you.." He raises a single finger motioning you to be quiet and you quickly follow his command, he keeps looking at you as his hands make their way to your ass, gripping it tightly as you let out a soundless gasp.

"Don't you want it baby? I see the way you look at me" His deep voice lures you, his experience showing through on how easily he got you longing for more, his eyes leave yours as he starts kissing up from your knee to your inner thigh, giving you  goosebumps all over "Your pretty eyes light up whenever you see me, it drives me crazy, I can’t hold myself back any longer" He's the one that’s driving you crazy, touching you in ways no one ever has, making you feel desired, willing to give you all the pleasure you can take "Let me do this beautiful, let me taste that pretty pussy of yours" His crude words make you moan as his mouth gets closer to your cunt, you can't this anymore, you need him, as his hands start to grip your underwear, you softly grip his hair and make him look up at you, the sight of him is sinful, messy hair, his dragon eyes filled with lust and his beautiful lips are swollen after the kiss you shared, you need him so bad, you cradled his face in your hands as you speak.

"I just-I've never" You're so desperate for him you can't even form a proper sentence, he chuckles darkly and starts to pull at your underwear, the action making you even more anxious, and without thinking straight, you spit out the truth behind your nervousness "I'm a virgin" His antics stop and his eyes gleam with mischief, although he stopped his movements, his hands didn't move from their position.

"Do you want me to stop then? I would understand if you wanted to, but…" He takes a deep breath while he buries his face onto your inner thigh, you run your fingers through his hair before he speaks again "I really want to eat you out" Namjoon's word send a wave of shivers down your spine and while you’re scared shitless, you don't really feel like it's the right decision to deny a men like him the opportunity to pleasure a little nobody like yourself.

"I want that too" You whisper loud enough for him to hear and the dimples that appeared after you said that made you think that it was completely worth it to ignore your fears.

“I’ll be taking this off then” Namjoon’s deep voice gives you goosebumps as he pulls down your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs until they hit your ankles, taking them off completely after that.

 You’re shaking and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

 His hands continue to brush up and down your hips, before making its way to the back of your thighs, gripping them tightly, opening your legs just a tiny bit more before starting to kiss on your inner thighs, your hands instantly reaching out to his hair, gripping it tightly at the roots, Namjoon lets out a deep groan that makes you shiver, his touch becomes rougher after your antics, bruising the inside of your thighs as his tongue lapped on your clit, you couldn’t recognize the sound that came out of your mouth, you’re moans becoming louder as his lips latch onto your clit, you can feel his fingers starting to tease your entrance, collecting your slick before pushing a single finger inside, he continues to make out with your cunt before easing a second finger inside you, and your brain stops working as soon as he easily finds your sensitive spot, pushing his fingers in and out quickly, making your eyes closing harshly and your thighs trap him as you let out a scream before coming on his tongue, your legs shaking as he greedily laps your orgasm, he doesn’t stop until you whimper in pain and pull at his hair trying to separate his mouth from you, Namjoon looks sinful with his lips glistening with your slick, you can’t help but moan as you look at him, his hands make their way to your neck and he harshly pulls you into a kiss, it’s so messy and you’re loving it, your small hands caress his back and after a while Namjoon ends the kiss while brushing your hair with his fingers, looking into your eyes before smiling.

 “You’re such a good girl baby, cumming into my tongue like that” His words make you blush, you’re face gets warmer and he laughs at your reaction “Don’t be shy now baby, not after you screamed my name like that” You hide your face into his chest from the embarrassment, and Namjoon continues to laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug.

This only last for a couple of minutes before he turns his head towards you, his mouth being dangerously close to your ear before whispering; “You know, good girls also return the favor” His words make you gulp and you know that it’s only fair what he’s asking for, hell, if it was any other man, he probably would’ve expected you to get on your knees without giving anything in return, and besides, you’re truly wondering how does Kim Namjoon taste like.

“I’ve never done it before” The deep groan that leaves his lips makes you tremble; he gives you a small kiss before smiling down at you.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll be guiding you ok?” You nod before standing up while holding hands with him, Namjoon takes a step back before sitting down on his chair and the look on his face makes your legs feel like jelly, with a low, deep voice, he commands “Get on your knees for me baby.”

Taking a step forward so your body fits inside his open legs, you slowly sink down onto your knees, Namjoon lazily motions at his crotch before saying “Go on then, pull my cock out.”

 Your nerves make your hands shake as you reach for his belt, unbuckling him with minimal effort was well as unbuttoning his pants with ease, Namjoon seems desperate with the way he’s helping you by dragging his pants mid down his thighs, his hard cock hitting his lower stomach, making your mouth water at the sinful sight, Namjoon smiles at your reaction “Take it with your hands baby, c’mon” your small hand reaches out to touch him and Namjoon lets out a hiss before adding; “Suck on my tip baby”.

 Gradually, with Namjoon’s help you soon started to set a slow peace, making him lose his mind at the sight.

 Your pretty young self on your knees, mouth full of his cock, gagging all over him making him go feral, he doesn't know why he's losing his mind this bad, truthfully, this isn't the best blowjob he's ever had, but it's the fact that it's your first time doing this, making him the only men who's ever gotten to see you like this makes his hips buckle into your mouth making you gag even louder, and he can't help but to let out a deep groan while gripping your hair even tighter. He must completely ruin you now, he needs to mark you so that every man knows who’s doing this to you, that you did everything you could to please him and him only, that you belong to him, forever.

 Your lazy blowjob only last for a couple more minutes before Namjoon decides he’s had enough, with a single pull of your hair, he forces you to separate your mouth from his cock, a trail of saliva connecting you to his tip, Namjoon has never seen something so hot in his life.

 You look up to him expectantly, and you can only let a small yelp after his strong arms push you up until your standing onto your shaky legs.

 He roughly bends you over his mixing table, his equipment making you feel slightly uncomfortable giving the position he had chosen but you stay put, not wanting to disappoint him, he coos at you for being so obedient and quietly apologizes is he has hurt you, you appreciate his concern and decide to wiggle your hips at him in anticipation, Namjoon laughs and spanks your ass, making you squeal and jump at the unexpected action, you feel him leaving his position behind you, you try to look for him without leaving the position he has put you in and you find him looking through one of his drawers, he's probably looking for a condom, you thought, and your suspicions turn to be correct, the platinum package shining under his studio lights, you can feel the anticipation running through your veins, you're about to have sex for the first time with none other than Kim Namjoon, you were one lucky bitch.

 While you feel excited, you're also anxious, what if he's not satisfied with what you have to offer? How can you compete with the types of women that have been like this with him? What if you're not enough for him?

 You're panicking and Namjoon only notices after taking a condom out of the box, he walks up at you and quickly wraps his arms around your waist and begins to shush you after your breathing starts to rapidly increase.

 "Relax baby, I'm not doing anything you don't want me to" He whispers into your hair and then gives you several pecks, his actions relaxing you only briefly before you start panicking again.

"I just… What if you don't like me afterwards?" You whisper pitifully while a single tear rolls down your cheek, Namjoon holds you even tighter after that.

"Oh baby, I feel like it's the opposite" His arms lift you enough so that he can kiss your cheek, helping you clear your negative headspace for a bit "I don't think having you just once it's going to be enough for me" You turn your head to look at him just to find him already staring at you, with one look you could tell that he means what he said, and that it's what makes you give in, you nod your head a couple of times and bend over the mixing table again, taking a deep breath and clutching at the border of his keyboard, you gain the courage to ask for what you want.

"Take me Namjoon, I want to be yours" You try to sound as sensual as you can but you don't think it worked giving how much your voice was trembling, but Namjoon savored each word that you just said, silly girl, of course you'll do anything to please him, and now that he knows he's going to be the first man to claim you, he's sure now that he won't let any other man taint you the same way he's going to.

 Coating his fingers with the remains of your previous orgasm, he starts by stretching you by inserting a single finger inside, your walls almost instantly gripping his finger tight  as you let out a loud moan, look at yourself, being such a good whore for him, he's going to reward you for being so good for him but right now the only thing on his mind is fucking you, so he quickly sets up his peace and starts to finger you, adding another finger inside and having his palm rub directly onto your clit, knowing that with your inexperience, this would probably be enough for you to cum once more.

 You couldn't even try to hold in your screams, everything felt like it was too much but also felt like it wasn't enough, you couldn't understand if you needed him to stop or to go even faster, his long fingers pumping into you and reaching all the right places, making you moan and close your eyes in pleasure, at this point you didn't even know your own name, the only thing you knew is that when he plugged a third finger inside of you, you were not going to last any longer.

 "Oh god! Namjoon, please-I, please" You couldn't even form a sentence, you wanted to tell him how desperate you were to cum, yet words came out of your mouth like a bunch of gibberish, you reach out to grip his arm and Namjoon was thrilled watching you struggle, the effect he has on you it's almost comical to him.

"It's alright baby, I know what you're trying to say," His other hand reaches out to roughly grab onto your breast and you're right there, needing that extra push to finally let go, and his next words are the push that make you climax "Cum on my fingers like the good girl I know you are".

 You felt like your soul left your body, if the first orgasm felt good, this one was heavenly, waves of pleasure rolling through your body in ways you couldn't describe, Namjoon stops his ministration but doesn't pull his fingers out, relishing how your release is coating his fingers as you're panting for air, he delivers a series of kisses into the back of your neck and lets you take several breaths before letting go of your body for a brief moment, you're about to ask him why he's pulling away but then you hear the sound of his pants drop into the floor, he rubs your lower back as he reaches for the condom, you look over your shoulder to find him ripping the package open and when noticing you having your eyes on him, he smirks as he rolls up the condom onto his length, you gulp as you're reminded that everything about Namjoon is huge, he doesn't take his eyes off of you as he finally positions himself behind you and rubs your hips as a form of reassurance, you smile at him and try to lift your hips a bit more, slightly rubbing your cunt against his cock, Namjoon hisses and spanks your ass after that, you let out whimper and his hands grip onto your hips.

 "Dirty girl, I'm trying to be nice to you and here you are, rubbing yourself all over me” His hand rubs your ass as he drags his cock up and down your opening, teasing you as he barely pushes in before backing out, repeating the action until he finally pushes in, filling you to the hilt, you whimper at the unfamiliar feeling and Namjoon shushes you at the sound “Sorry baby, does it hurt too much?” His voice flatters and you think he’s also having a tough time by containing himself like this, his struggle making you feel better.

“Doesn’t hurt, just feels weird” You weren’t lying, while Namjoon was on the bigger side, you were also wet enough and stretched for him, you only needed a couple of minutes before saying “You can move now.”

 It only took him a moment before grabbing your hips tightly and started to rapidly thrust into you, his actions making you grip the table for dear life as his movements quickly became all too much, with each snap of his hips, your body sunk into too a much deeper pleasure, your breast starting to bounce at the same time his hips slammed into your ass, you couldn’t control the screams that left your mouth with all the pleasure you were experiencing now.

 “Namjoon, fuck-baby” You don’t even understand what you’re saying, especially as Namjoon’s hands leave your hips as one of them reaches out for your throat and the other one reaches out for your clit, his fingers making fast circular motions that make you grip on his wrist, you have no force left to stop him from overstimulating you, you’re forced to take everything he gives you.

“It’s alright my love, cum for me, cum on my cock like the dirty slut you are” His degrading words only make you wetter, your legs shake and your body spams uncontrollably as you cum, your tight walls making it impossible to Namjoon to hold his own orgasm in, he comes hard clutches you tightly into his arms, slowly thrusting into you until his cock turns soft, only then he pulls out from you.

He looks down only to be greeted by the sight of your wet cunt, both of your thighs covered in a deep crimson shade, Namjoon chuckles darkly at this, he takes out the condom and discards it into the trash can before taking you in his arms, bringing you to lay down on his large dark sofa with him, you’re too far gone to notice his sinister smile as he looks into the top right corner of his studio, where the faint sight of a red blinking dot can be seen only for those who look for it, and Namjoon knew exactly where to look.

 He was after all, the person that set it right there.

The first time you stepped into the Bangtan building, you expected to be stared at, nobody knew who you were and being a stranger to them you couldn’t expect them to not be curious about you, plus, the stares started decreasing after they found out who you were and why you were there all of the sudden, but right now, the back of your head was burning with the amount of people looking shamelessly at you, and it wasn’t just the fact they were all staring, it was the fact that their looks were full of hatred, they were looking down at you and you don’t have a single clue of why would they do that, you’ve never been mean to any of the staff, you start to overthink in the middle of the hallway before you realize the reason why they could be staring, shit, do they know what happened last night between you and Namjoon? No, you quickly say to yourself, that’s impossible, no one else was in the floor when you and Namjoon got out of the studio until late hours of the night, he took you to his house, where you repeated what you did in his studio all over again in the late night, and in the early morning as well, but there still isn’t an explanation on why everyone had suddenly turned on you like this.

 For the last month, walking into Namjoon’s studio always felt like you were coming into the place you belonged, a safe space where you could be free and be yourself around him, but today, it felt like you were walking into your death sentence, you didn’t want to believe everyone found out because of last night, that couldn’t be true, right? Maybe Namjoon told Sohee that you were together now, and she probably spread the word around the label, right? Namjoon would never betray your trust like this, right?

 Wrong.

 You don’t find Namjoon in his studio, instead, you find a laptop on top of his mixing table, the screen is turned off but the sound it’s making and the turn on button being lit up tells you that it’s on, you take a seat in your usual chair but the sticky note over the screen makes you want to snoop in a little bit.

 “Here you go Hyung, and don’t worry about anything, it looks and sounds amazing ;)” What could it be? Namjoon didn’t say anything about working on anything else besides your EP, and he also said he wasn’t compromised with any projects right now, so you doubted this was about work, what could this be?, the curiosity got the best of you, so you move your fingers around the touchpad until the screen lit up.

 You didn’t want to look into his stuff without permission, but you were so curious about what this could be. The screen showed a video player with no thumb nail on it, so you pressed play and waited for the video to show.

 How badly you wish you didn’t do it.

The first thing you hear is a moan, your moan, it’s loud and it’s filthy, your eyes fill with tears as you realize what’s going on.

 It’s a video from last night, and not only does the video show everything that happened last night, but your face is also very visible, the quality doesn’t let it up to speculation.

 Namjoon recorded you having sex with him, and he made sure your face was visible on the entire video.

 You’re too horrified watching the video play to notice the presence of that man behind you, you only notice after him getting close enough to catch his shadow onto the screen.

 “Namjoon, what is this?” You could barely speak, air seemed to abandon your lungs after what you just watched, the most vulnerable and intimate moment in your life, captured on video like it meant nothing. You turn around to face him while Namjoon keeps a neutral expression despite your distress, the man you’ve come to know, and love was nowhere to be found, in his place was this mean and coldhearted man who doesn’t seem to realize how much he’s hurting you.

“What do you mean darling?” You don’t even realize you’re standing up and he’s in front of you now, his tone being so condescending that it makes you feel disgusted, he traps you into his arms and forced you to look at him in the eyes by harshly gripping your chin up, his mocking smirk breaking your heart when you realize that he doesn’t want to comfort you like he has done so many times before, right now, Namjoon is making fun of you “Don’t you like it? Because personally I loved it, it really captured how well you took me last night, how you were a good little slut just for me” A heart wrenching sob left your mouth and Namjoon tsk at you while shaking his head, his evil smirk doesn’t leave his face for a second “What’s the matter baby? You don’t like me calling you a slut? You didn’t seem to mind that nickname last night” He has the audacity to laugh at you and instinctively you begin to weakly try to break free from his hold, tears streaming down your face.

“How could you do this to me?! Fuck you!” Each time you try to get out of Namjoon’s tight hold and run as far as you could from him, his grip only became tighter, so tight that it started to hurt, you let out a pained whimper, but Namjoon didn’t seem to care at all, gripping your chin even harsher this time.

“And where do you think you’re going baby, huh?” You can’t stand his fucking tone anymore, you need to get out of here, now.

“You won’t get away with this, I’m going to tell everyone what you did!” You try to stay firm, but every time Namjoon laughs you seem to get smaller and smaller, his mocking tone making you feel dumb.

“Yeah baby? What exactly are you going to say?” He spins you so that you’re facing his laptop and keeps a tight grip on your waist with one hand as he presses play once more with his other hand, the lewd sounds from last night echoing his studio, making a new set of tears appear into your eyes, you closed your eyes while shaking your head, Namjoon grips you by the hair while forcing you to watch the awful video, you whimper as you are forced to relive what you thought was an intimate moment and  you’re horrified realizing it’s anything but that. “You look pretty willing to me, in fact, if we go back to it you can even hear you begging for me” Another sob leaves your lips and Namjoon kisses your cheek after hearing your distress “Aw, don’t cry sweetheart, it’s not like you think, this wasn’t meant to hurt you” He tries to wipe your tears off but you swat his hand before it comes close to your face “Why are you so mad at this? I thought you would like it” You're in a daze right now, and his words only make you feel more confused. How could he think that you will like this? He invaded your privacy and betrayed your trust by unknowingly filming you in the most intimate moment of your life, Namjoon seems to sense your confusion and lets out a small cooing noise.

“Oh baby, you really don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, don’t you? I had to make sure you didn’t chicken out on me, I can’t let you go that easy, not after waiting too long to have you” His words only confuse you even more and you’re left with more questions than with answers.

“How could you possibly met me before this?” Your voice was barely audible at this point, but you know he heard you just fine, your throat closing up even more when he laughs while not breaking eye contact, before all this mess, Namjoon’s presence was already intimidating, but right now is downright terrifying, you can feel your legs giving out when he comes closer to you, gently cradling your face in his hands, more tears rolling down your cheeks as he begins to speak again.

“Oh darling, you’ve always been so eager, so gullible” The confusion your feeling must be visible to him because he lets a small tsk whilst grabbing a small strand of your bangs to push it behind your ear, his playful tone doesn’t leave his voice.

“It was a mere casualty really, Hoseok asked me to come to the main Bangtan building after one of his rehearsals, but on my way to his practice room, I saw a group of trainees in the smallest dancing studio in the building, dancing to the same part of a song over and over again, most of them messing up every time, except for one” Your entire body freezes and you feel like you might collapse at any moment, this can’t be happening, this isn’t the way things should be going now “I knew from the moment I saw you were going to be a star, and when I started to find out more about you, let me just say I was delighted with what I learned” You need to run, you have to get out of here, but before you can even make a run for it, Namjoon holds you tightly into his arms before he says “I don’t think that’s a good idea baby, you don’t this video to end up in the wrong hands, do you?” Your eyes widen up in fear at the mere though and Namjoon has the audacity to laugh at this “My career will remain intact after this, it might even become good publicity for me, but yours? Oh darling, this will be your downfall, a trainee fucking her producer to assure her success, that’s just low” You violently shake your head at his words.

“That’s not true! That’s not what happened, and you know that!” You’re yelling but no matter how loud you yell, it doesn’t seem like he can hear you, he only brushes you off with an uninterested look.

“I know that darling, but other people don’t, I know you’re a hard working girl who’s fought to be in this position, but they won’t see it that way, if their looking at you like scum now just thinking that we might be dating, imagine how they’ll treat you when they found out you let me fuck you so easily” You can’t control the heartbreaking sob that comes out of your mouth, and Namjoon coos at your pathetic attempt to make him feel guilty, pushing your head into his chest as he embraces you in a hug “Oh but don’t cry baby, I won’t let that happen to you, your my little superstar aren’t you? As long as you stay with me, I’ll make all your dreams come true” His loving and caring tone doesn’t give you butterflies in your stomach anymore, it only makes you feel like you want to puke, and although his actions say otherwise, you’re left with the only option you have left: you believe him, what else can you do after all? No matter what you do, every choice will make you lose, but one will make you lose everything you’ve worked hard for, while the other will make you lose your dignity, and frankly, you don’t know which one is worst.

 Namjoon continues to hug you, his hold feels like poison now, who you once considered the man of your dreams has become your biggest nightmare in the blink of an eye and there’s nothing you can do to get away from him now, he kisses you harshly, your tears coming in the way but he seems to be great at ignoring them, and as he deepens out the kiss, there’s only one thought that bitterly crosses through your mind.

 You should’ve listened to your mother when you had the chance.

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[softxsuki]

So I saw that you had I tag I follow and immediately rushed over! So first and foremost...How are you? Are you drinking water daily? And I also wish you a good rest of days.

I was wondering since I rarely see this for Akatsuki no Yona. Like a Chubby reader. That's all. Like didn't they exist back then too?...

So basically Reader was Yona's personal maid, one of her most trusted friends like Hak and Soowon. So now they are apart of the group and basically feel out of place. She has a crush on Jae-ha but knowing he only goes for "attractive" women she doesn't act upon her feelings.

What happens next? 👀

Insecure Chubby!Reader Who Has A Crush On Jae-Ha

Pairing: Jae-ha x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: uh talking down about yourself, insecurities, lowkey suggestive at one point? but nothing crazy

Genre: comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which you confess to Yona that you have a crush on Jae-ha, but he'd never like you back because you're chubby and he only goes for thin women. Little do you know that someone is listening in on all this o.o

[A/N: OMg hi...I KNOW I KNOW. It's been way over a year since you requested it. If you're still around, you're probably wondering what the heck this is as it's been long forgotten. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, I had it half written in my drafts all this time because I started second guessing myself and I really loved this request and didn't think I could do it justice. SO here's my completed version of this. I hope it's decent, and hopefully you're still interesting in reading it :'). Sorry if it's disappointing NFEKJFKAEF <;3]

It was night now. Months had passed since Yona ran out of her castle after her father's murder. Hak had saved the both of you from Soowoon’s revenge on her father as you would not back down and go to their side either. Yona loved and respected you, so you owed her everything, and that still hadn’t changed. You still refer to her as Princess, just like Hak, but the two of you were closer than ever–going beyond the friendship a personal maid and a Princess should probably ever have. 

Owls hooted in the background and the sound of crickets surrounded you. You had all stopped for the night to set up camp, and were currently in your shared tent with Yona and Yoon. The young boy was fast asleep in the far corner of the tent, exhausted from running around all day, but you and Yona were wide awake from the excitement of the day–too pumped to even think about sleeping just yet. Giggles escaped your mouth at the girl-talk that was being exchanged between you both, then Yona began to blush as you asked her about her feelings for Hak. You had noticed the change in the atmosphere between them for a while now.

“He’s just…different from how I used to see him? Instead of just seeing him as that annoying kid back then, he’s more of a man in my eyes now… He said some uh, lovely things to me the other night and it just made me realize my feelings even more,” She hides her head in her hands, thinking back on the deep conversation she had with the raven haired man a few nights ago, but clears her throat and turns the attention away from herself, “What about you, Y/N? Seen anyone in any villages that have caught your eye? Or perhaps even someone among us, hmm?”

You could hear the slight tease in her voice at her question, she fully knew who you liked, but wanted to hear you say it yourself. After all, what fun is girl-talk if she was the only one dropping juicy information.

“Well…there is someone I like, but he’d never go for a girl like me…” you trail off, looking down at your hands.

“Jae-ha would love you, Y/N. You’re gorgeous, kind, and you have a heart of gold, I see the way he looks at you whenever your back is turned.”

“W-what? How did you know it was Jae-ha?” You ask bewildered.

Yona laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “So it really is him? I was just making a lucky guess, wow.”

You huff. Perhaps it was a little obvious since you always got nervous around him and ONLY him. The slight disappointment that graced your features whenever he spoke of a beautiful woman he ran into in town. The tiny sparks of desire to have him speak to you with those lovely words, but it would never happen.

“He was probably just wondering why I can’t be so open with him like I am with everyone else,” You sigh. “I know I don’t belong here. You’re gorgeous and way above my social status. The other guys in our group are all very attractive as well, I’m the only one who sticks out like a sore thumb, but I guess I just have to deal with it!”

You fake a smile, regretting a little that you opened up too much. 

“Y/N, is that really how you’ve been feeling this whole time?” Yona asks, her voice now softer at your confession.

“It’s alright, really. I’m used to it by now, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to say that all right now. Everything’s okay!”

“No, everything’s not okay. Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I know. I don’t care if you think your extra weight makes you ugly compared to the rest of us, that doesn’t make a difference in my eyes and Jae-ha would be a fool to have that be a difference to him as well! Tell him how you feel! He would treat you like royalty.” Yona explains, a little enraged that you’ve been feeling this way all this time without her realizing it, “And I know we come from different backgrounds, but out here, we’re all the same. You and I are on the same level. You’re my best friend, and that won’t ever change! You are one of us, part of the happy hungry bunch! It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thank you, Princess Yona. You’ve been a great blessing to me and I’m so very grateful to be your friend,” You smile slightly, but it falls again when you think of Jae-ha. “It seems that Jae-ha only goes for thin, beautiful women though. I can’t imagine him directing those compliments to me when I’m the complete opposite of all those women…I- I guess I just wish he could see me as a beautiful woman despite my weight. Even if it was only for a second.”

Yona once again assures you that you are indeed beautiful and that nothing is wrong with you. She was a little lost for words on what else she could say to help you feel better, she just wished you could see yourself the way that she saw you–a beautiful woman, inside and out. 

“If I’m so beautiful, then why won’t he look at me the way I want him to?” You shout in frustration, a little too loudly.

Your conversation is cut short though as the sound of shuffling is heard from outside the tent, along with the distant murmuring of the rest of the boys who were still awake, engaged in small talk.

“Will you both shut your mouths? I’m trying to sleep here. Y/N stop being a wimp and just confess to him already. You’ll never know until you at least try!” Yoon groans out with a huff, before light snores escape his mouth once again. 

“He’s right,” Yona whispers now, not wanting to awaken the tempered boy again, “But I guess this can all wait for another day. Let’s sleep, it’s getting pretty late.”

You both yawn at the same time and laugh lightly to yourselves. Perhaps it could wait…

Sleep consumes Yona pretty quickly, but your mind is plagued with a million thoughts that keep you up all night. It would be a tough day tomorrow.

…

The next day, your journey together continues as you finish packing up the last of your camp and continue forward. 

Yona and Hak had run up ahead of everyone else in the early morning to get in some more arrow shooting practice while the rest of you moved to catch up at a decent pace. You lagged behind a bit, lost in thought of everything you spoke about last night.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to run into a tree and ruin your beautiful face, now would we?” The sudden voice of the man you were thinking of, startles you back to reality along with the gentle touch of his arms around your shoulder, guiding you around a tree that you were seconds from walking straight into.

But all you could think about now was the presence of his warmth on your shoulder along with a word you had always longed to hear addressed to you–beautiful.

“Huh?” You ask a little frazzled, trying to control your breathing from his still present arms around you.

“You almost ran into the tree back there,” He smiles, now removing his arms from around your shoulders and awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

You both were now lagging behind the group who had finally joined back up with Yona and Hak. Yona sends you a quick thumbs up from afar, mouthing a ‘good luck,’ with a wink.

“Thank you,” you mumble to Jae-ha, ignoring Yona’s cheekiness, and continuing to walk to the rest of the group with your eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t tell him.

You hear the man sigh behind you before firm arms pick you up bridal-style, and jump into the air as you let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his chest from being so high up. You were surprised that he was even able to lift you, but I guess all the dragons were fairly strong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest–both from the sudden action of being in the air, but also from being in close proximity to your crush. You could hear his own heart hammering in his chest, probably from having the fatigue of jumping while carrying something heavy (at least that’s what you think, his heart is definitely pounding for other reasons).

You can hear the distant joyful hollering of Yona and Zeno from afar, praising the green-headed man for his bold actions, to which Jae-ha chuckles at. It isn’t long until you’re safe on the ground again, far enough from the group now to have some privacy together. Jae-ha sets you down as you timidly scoot away from him and sit on the grass, trying to calm yourself down.

“What’d you do that for?” You ask hesitantly.

“A little bird told me that you’ve been talking down on yourself, is that true?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoid his eyes. You physically couldn’t look him in the eyes, you were far too embarrassed. Where had he heard that from?

He takes a seat beside you, gently reaching for a strand of your hair and admiring it as he twists it between his fingers. You’re frozen in shock. What was going on? 

His hand abandons your hair and gently grabs your chin to face him as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“And I’d love to know where you heard that I wasn’t completely infatuated by your beauty,” he teases.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“In fact, I love every inch of you, from the plumpness of your thighs to the softness of your stomach, your magnificent chest, and your puffy cheeks. You’re absolutely enchanting– a diamond among stones,” he continues.

“Your eyes, they outshine the beauty of any other woman in this land, you know why? Because they belong to you. I don’t care how big you think you are, but never talk like that about yourself again.” There was a certain sternness behind his voice now, as if he was really serious and hurt that you would think so badly of yourself.

“How did you-”

“I heard everything last night, Y/N. You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not just burst into that tent and tell you everything right then and there. But I’m here now, and I can’t move forward until you know how much I love you. You’re beautiful and I won’t have you think otherwise.”

You were beyond baffled.

“All this out of nowhere? You’re always off fawning over all the beauties in town, but never at me. You’re just saying this to make me feel better, right? Well, it’s okay. I do like you, Jae-ha, but I don’t need your pity. You don’t need to like me back, I’ll be o-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of Jae-ha’s lips on yours. You can feel the emotion behind them as he was almost desperate to show you how real his feelings for you were. You lean into him, wrapping your own arms around him now, fully into the steamy kiss.

He pulls aways with a pant, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he laughs. “I hope you believe me now.”

“And to answer your question, I didn’t want to scare you off. I know how bold I can be, and a part of me loved watching you from afar, loving, admiring you in secret. It was exhilarating trying not to get caught,” he confesses. 

Yona’s words from that night echo in your head of how she had seen him watching you a few times. He really did like you…

“I’m surprised you never caught my wandering eyes. We need to work on you being more aware of your surroundings, darling. What if it was some other man gawking at you, and not me? Not that I’d let that happen…but still.” There he goes again with his teasing.

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” you mumble, very embarrassed by all his words. You still couldn’t believe it, it was like all your dreams became a reality over-night.

Was this a dream? Because if it was, you never wanted to wake up. You cuddle further into him, hiding the heat that was quickly rushing to your face. You were overwhelmed, but in a good way. His own arms slither around you in a tight embrace.

“This is real right? You’re not just saying all this?”

“Of course this is all real, darling. And I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it. You’re under my care now,” He whispers that last part and leaves a peck to the top of your head. 

“I’ll take good care of you,” he confirms again, making sure you know it.

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Posted: 1/24/2023

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22 | Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, description of brutal injuries (blood & gore)

⨰ wordcount: 5.7k

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⧖⧗Circa Alexandrite⧗⧖

Three circas ago, things had been fine. Well, as fine as things can get during a war, anyway. Despite the little hold-up in Circa Aquamarine, everything else has been smooth sailing: few casualties, even fewer deaths. But it’s summer once again and the Darlaeans have become ruthless.

The medical tents are busy at every hour of the day with healers rushing in and out, beads of sweat dripping down their fatigued faces. You try to help out as much as time permits, but even your work becomes too much with creating all of the new battle plans, running an entire sector and training in secret with the help of Nayoon. Even with the repeating codes, there’s not much you can do to prepare for the Darlaean’s magic.

“It’s so cruel,” Nayoon shivers. “Who would come up with magic like this?”

“They must be getting tired of having been on the losing side for too long,” Jeonwoo snorts. “They’re doing anything they can to win.”

“But it’s too much,” Nayoon says.

“We’ve done worse,” Wonmi counters. “They’re only getting back at us. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

Nayoon visibly grimaces. “But you don’t understand, Captain Bak. There was a soldier in the medical tent two hours ago. Do you know how she died? They shot a small metal sphere into her. It only hit her knee, but as soon as it made contact with her skin and punctured through it, it morphed into a sponge-like structure. It absorbed all of the liquid in her body. I watched her eyeballs dry out and sink into her skull, Captain. I watched her unable to cry physical tears through the pain. And I heard her screams die in her throat once all of the salivae dried up. No matter how many healers tried to extract the sponge, it wouldn’t budge. She died in my arms, Captain. How can you say an eye for an eye, a life for a life? I’ve never tortured a Darlaean to death like that in my entire life!”

“Then would you like to suggest a solution?” Wonmi says. “What can we do except take it and deal our own damage?”

“I just—I wasn’t looking for a solution, I was only…” Nayoon looks and sounds close to tears. You place a hand on her shoulder, hoping she won’t burst. The injuries in the tent have been taking a toll on her—just as much as they’ve been taking a toll on you and everyone else in the army. Of course it’s difficult watching people in pain and being unable to help them at all.

“I’m curious about the origin of these new Darlaean spells,” Major Hyun speaks up, attempting to neutralize the atmosphere of the tent. “They all seem to start with a small spherical metal ball.”

“I don’t fucking get it,” Major Jo Soowon says, a frown taking its place on her lips. “How can one tiny little thing morph into so many different attacks? And so quickly, too?”

“I’m not too familiar with the Forgotten Kingdom’s magic, unfortunately,” Major Hyun admits. “But it does seem to have to do with transformation.”

“Transformation?” about three to four officers ask simultaneously.

“Yes,” Major Hyun answers. “Unlike us, the Darlaeans may never create out of nothing. It seems as though they are taking advantage of their transformation magic to attack us.”

“Well, how do we stop it?” Major Jo asks, crossing her arms over her chest so suddenly that her ponytail sways from behind her. “It’s not like we can keep them from manufacturing their stupid fucking metal balls.”

“Then maybe we find a way to prevent them from completing their transformation spell,” Nayoon says. She sounds desperate, clutching your hand on her shoulder. “We have to figure out something. We’re getting massacred out there and I—I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”

“Toughen up,” Ohsung says, handing his major his gourd filled with Takju, but she refuses with an adamant shake of her head. He sighs. “I think you were onto something, Major. Preventing them from completing their transformation spell.” You jump when the man suddenly turns to you, his drunk eyes peering into yours. “Think you can work with that, Capt’?”

“Well, I was thinking we’ll need a sample,” you say, the idea of which had been brewing in your head ever since Nayoon had spoken. “We’ll need a sample of a sphere that hasn’t been touched by their magic. If we can figure out its properties, then we would be able to see if we could change the structure of it and ultimately prevent the Darlaeans from applying their transformation spells.”

“See!” Ohsung says, his head tossing over to the side to stare at his major. “We already have a solution. We can’t give up yet.”

It’s strange seeing Ohsung be the optimistic one in the central tent, but then again, Nayoon isn’t usually the pessimistic one, either. But it seems like much of the injuries in the medical tents have eroded her hope, and she had wisely chosen this time to show her vulnerability, being unable to do so in the presence of her soldiers in fear of instilling terror. 

“It won’t be easy,” Suhyun speaks up. “It’s going to take a team of well-trained air mediums,” she says, trailing off to look at Nayoon. “Do you think you can do it, Major Im?”

Nayoon’s eyes enlargen. “Train the air mediums, sir?”

“I’ll accompany you,” the General says in his husky voice. “You won’t be doing it alone.”

“Do you really think it’s worth all the extra training, though?” Jaeno says, crossing his arms over his chest and inadvertently flexing the tiger tattoo on his bicep. “Shouldn’t we be training all soldiers to be dodging the spheres?”

“Of course it’s worth the extra training, Major,” Wonmi sighs. “We’re trying to get to the root of the problem. Dodging the attacks won’t have as high of a success rate in the long run.”

Jaeno just shrugs. “Just trying to share some edge cases.”

Wonmi has a look on her face as if she wants to say, ‘Then at least come up with intelligent edge cases.’ But she wouldn’t publicly humiliate her own major like that; she may have a sharp tongue, but she knows when and where to use it.

“I also think we need to open up more medical tents,” Hyojung says. “I don’t want any soldiers being treated on the ground. They all deserve a cot.”

“We need more healers too,” Jeonwoo chimes in. “We need as much help as we can get.”

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” the General says.

“We’ll be all right,” Suhyun says. “The worst of it will be over soon—especially when we figure out how to counter their transformation magic.”

The General nods.

“Major Im, if you could begin organizing training groups starting today,” Suhyun says, “it would be greatly appreciated.”

“Yes, sir,” Nayoon says. She looks a little better already, now that a semi-solution has been set in place. You give her shoulder one last squeeze before letting go. 

“I think that’s all the General and I wanted to discuss with you today,” Suhyun continues. “Thank you for the short meeting. Everyone is dismissed.”

The officers are in a hurry to leave. Rightfully so. There’s quite a lot to do. Even Nayoon, who usually walks out with you has hurried away, off to complete her new duties. The tent is almost bare now, save for the General and Suhyun, yet even she’s halfway out of the curtains. “I have another meeting with the fourth sector,” she tells him, and he can only nod in response.

That just leaves you and him.

You don’t know how it got to this point, and so quickly, but you also don’t really mind.

And then you hear him call you.

“Officer,” he says in that soft voice of his.

Your heart leaps in your chest. 

“Yes, sir?”

“I saw you and Major Im,” he says.

You frown, a little perplexed. “Sir?”

“This morning,” he barely elaborates. “The past several mornings, actually.”

Oh. Oh no. He saw you training with her. Does he think you’re going against his orders? Does he think you’ll sneak out onto the battlefield? Is he going to chastise you? Has he already chastised Nayoon?

“I asked her to train me,” you say in an attempt to take all of the blame. “It wasn’t her fault. It was my idea, sir, and we’ll stop. It was selfish of me to burden Major Im with more tasks when she’s already been so busy with her duties. I apologize.” It’s a pity. You should’ve been more careful, should’ve been more aware of your surroundings. Because training was the only thing that kept your and Nayoon’s minds off of the horrible deaths and the other abhorrent terrors the Darlaeans were imposing on your soldiers.

The General raises his eyebrows. “You don’t have to stop,” he says. “Nor do you have to apologize. You can train as much as you want, Officer; I have no qualms over that. In fact, you’ve been improving.” A slight pause. “It’s nice to see.”

Oh.

Oh!

Your anxieties wash away, and they become replaced with a newfound hope: “Then will you reconsider, sir?”

“Reconsider?” He frowns as if he’s confused, but soon, the recognition flashes in his eyes. His frown deepens. “No, Officer. I will not reconsider letting you go out there.”

“But sir,” you protest, “you said it yourself that I’ve improved.”

“It’s true that you have, Officer,” he says, “but I don’t think you understand. No amount of improvement can prepare you for what’s out there. Haven’t you seen the medical tents? This isn’t a choice you want to make because you feel left out. If you feel shame for being the only officer who does not fight, then so be it. Shame is worth you being alive.”

“It’s not just shame,” you say. “It’s the fact that I want to fight for Solaria. Why must I stay back and witness drafted Solarians go into war with terrorized faces and uncertainty in their steps? I would never fear, and I would be so very certain of my decision. Sir, I’d happily risk my life for this nation. Please, just let me.”

He shakes his head. “It’ll only be a matter of time until one of us officers comes home badly injured.” He stares you down as if to instill fear in you. “When that happens, Officer, you’ll see why I don’t want you going out there.”

“But sir—”

He stops you by holding up his hand. “Did you not understand?”

“Sir?”

“I told you three circas ago that I don’t want to lose you. I hope that meant something to you, Officer.”

Of course it meant something. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by without you thinking about it. Over and over again his words have echoed in your head. 

Because I don’t want to lose you.

When you’d first heard those words you’d nearly combusted. You’d felt like vomiting butterflies. You felt the stars shooting across your belly. You didn’t know what else to say but stutter a very embarrassing, “I-I… I don’t want to lose you, either.” And you’d meant it with every fiber of your being—not just because he’s your General, but because… for Sooht’s sake! You’re not going to continue down that path. You’d also been too stunned at his “confession” that you’d been unable to probe him further about his decision. But once in the solitude of your tent, you’d realized maybe you’d interpreted his words incorrectly. 

You and he are merely a captain and her General. He can’t lose you because you’re currently his sole battle planner; without you, the army would be plunged into chaos before he and Suhyun could scramble to find a replacement. He only said he couldn’t lose you because he really can’t, not without risking unwanted casualties.

Unlike you, he’d strictly meant business.

Unlike you, he’d said it without his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. To him, it was only a fact. It was purely logical. Rational.

For Sooht’s sake, you’re pathetic.

“Then sir, I want to take in an apprentice,” you say. “An apprentice battle planner. I’ll train them, so if something happens to me out there, they can replace me. That way, you won’t ever have to take on extra work or go through the struggle of finding someone capable enough to do the job.”

The General sighs, and for the first time in your entire two years of knowing him, he actually sounds exasperated with you. “This is an order, Officer.”

You match his exasperation. “But why won’t my suggestion work? If I start looking for an apprentice now, and I begin training them, I should be fine to begin fighting in the next few circas, shouldn’t I be?”

“I said it’s an order.”

“But sir—”

“I don’t want you dead,” he says. “I don’t even want to see you injured. Is that what you want to hear from me? Is telling you that I don’t want to lose you not enough?”

The air suddenly becomes very unbreathable. Is he…?

“I know you want to burn,” the General continues. “I know that you must feel as if I am smothering you. But please. Allow me to be selfish for once in my life. I can’t lose you. I can’t bear the thought.”

Oh.

“Oh,” you actually say. Only because you can’t find a single coherent thought inside of your head. Only because you’re screaming and yelling in your mind and none of that can translate into words at the moment. 

“It’s irrational,” he says. “I know. I should know better. My clan has always hated me for being weak, but maybe it’s time to embrace it.” He looks you dead in the eyes. “You’ll follow me until you die, you said? Then I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive.”

You’re at a loss for words.

Every bit of annoyance, frustration and anxiety you’ve felt about being unable to fight in the war exits your body. 

“S-Sir…”

“I’ve grown to care about you, Officer. I’ve already lost so many. But it’d really kill me to lose you too.”

Silence.

And it lasts for quite a bit. The General is panting slightly, peering at you with those sharp eyes of his. His cheeks are tinged pink, his hair swept messily across his forehead… The wrinkles in his scarlet uniform, the three notches sitting on the collar, the golden cords tangled up together… His back is slouched per usual, hands laced behind him. You’re too afraid to meet his eyes, so your gaze rests on his feet, where he dons a pair of muddy boots.

He must’ve been so busy he couldn’t even clean up before the meeting. And now here he is, before you, professing things that you’d never thought would come out of his mouth. For Sooht’s sake, you want to look at his face, want to analyze his countenance, but you’re scared. Of what, exactly? You’re not even too sure.

“It’s all right,” the General says gently. His feet shift against the dirt ground. “You don’t have to say anything.”

But you want to say something—that’s the problem. The words are threatening to spill right out of you, building up inside your throat. You want to say that you care for him too, that seeing him marching off to battle every couple of days leaves you with fear and trepidation. You want to tell him that it isn’t fair—why does he get to stop you from fighting and not you? Why is he allowed to protect you, but all you can do is sit and watch him put himself in danger over and over again? Why do you feel so warm? So fuzzy inside? You should be angry at him for being selfish! You should be trying to convince him that his care for you is crossing professional boundaries. You should tell him that you feel the same way.

But you don’t.

You really don’t say anything at all. You can’t. You’re scared of messing up; you’re scared of his reaction. 

The General nods at your silence. “Then you’ve been dismissed, Officer. Feel free to leave.”

You do so, without a second of hesitation. You just want to get out of there, to clear your thoughts, your mind. You move so quickly that you forget to bid him luck for tomorrow when he’ll be leaving for another one of those dreaded battles. 

And he watches you leave, a sudden sharp pain overtaking his chest. He wonders, slouching even further, if he’d said too much—if he’d accidentally scared you away. He didn’t mean to confess so much. He didn’t mean it to get so personal. But everyone he’s ever loved and cared for has left him for the spirits. He only wanted to prevent it from happening again.

He curses in his head.

It hurts. Sometimes, he cares about you so much that he knows it’s blinding him. It’s dangerous, whatever these emotions are. And it hurts even more when he realizes that you’d left—just like that—without saying anything. Of course, you don’t owe him any words, and maybe he’s being pathetic once again, but for the past three circas, rain or shine, you’ve always bid him luck the day before his battles.

But the worst pain isn’t the fact that you’ve broken a three-circa-long tradition. The worst pain is the fact that he will always be your General, and you, his officer. It’s purely professional. It’s a roundabout way to say that you probably don’t feel the same.

You didn’t sleep last night.

The General’s words have been echoing in your head. So much so that you’ve ripped apart every word, every pause, every facial expression of his… 

I can’t lose you. I can’t bear the thought.

I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive.

It’d really kill me to lose you too.

These declarations… do they really mean as much as you think they do?

Your heart hasn’t stopped at its rapid pace since then. What does that say about you? 

What do his words say about him?

You bury your head under your cylindrical pillow, groaning into your futon in frustration. 

He’s your fucking General! You’re just his captain. But why does it feel like there’s something more? Why has there always felt like there’s more?

Can he feel it too? Is that why he said the things he said?

Did he expect you to say it back?

Fuck! you curse inwardly, sitting up from your futon with your pillow flying across the tent. With so much brewing in your mind, you suddenly realize that yesterday, you’d completely forgotten to bid the General good luck before he went to battle. Three circas of doing so have gone down the drain. But maybe you can catch him before he goes today. Maybe you can fix this. Because as stupid as it sounds, you think it works—bidding him luck before battles, that is. For three full circas, he’s never been a day late and has never acquired more than a little scratch from altercations on the battlefield—even during the worst season of the year. So bidding him good luck does matter—and if it’s all just a big coincidence, it matters for the sake of your sanity, too.

You scramble up, haphazardly getting dressed and sprinting out of your tent with just one goal in mind—only to bump right into Hana and go tumbling to the ground.

Hana gasps. “Oh, Y/N!”

With the wind knocked out of you, it takes you a few seconds to be able to say anything. “H-Hana!” you pant. “D-Did the fourth sector leave yet? I had some unfinished business and I-I—”

She helps you up with one hand, hoisting you back onto your feet. “They left a few minutes ago,” she says, cocking her head. “Are you okay, Y/N? I’ve never seen you look so…” She glances at your wrinkled uniform, tousled hair and sunken eyes. “Frazzled.”

“Fuck!” you say, hands shooting up to grasp at your head. “Oh, fuck.”

Hana looks genuinely concerned for your well-being. “Something happened,” she deduces. “It’s a big deal, isn’t it? You look like you’ve seen all four spirits!”

“N-No! It’s nothing,” you say, straightening your uniform. 

“Y/N, you’re the worst liar,” Hana says. She grasps your hands, and electricity runs down your spine. “What is it? Tell me. What’s bothering you? I want to help! And if I can’t do it, I’ll make Taehoon fix it. He’s handy; you know that.”

But you can’t tell her. How are you going to explain last night’s conversation with the General without divulging some of your own emotions? What would she say if she knew? She could disapprove. She could even think you rose up the ranks because of this very relationship you have with him. 

No. Hana wouldn’t think that. She’s always been so supportive of you. She can also tell when you’re lying, which is a tribute to your great friendship. None of your lies to her have ever gone undetected—not that you lie to her excessively, to begin with. Still, all of this means that you’ll have to tell the truth in some way or another. 

You take a deep breath. “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye,” you say.

Hana’s eyes widen. “You were that worried about not being—” she stops herself and you watch in anxiety as her eyes soften. “Oh, of course, Y/N. But nothing’s gonna happen to Nayoon. She’ll be fine. I know you were worried about her last time… um, disaster struck, but she’s the Elunian prodigy, for Sori’s sake! The Darlaeans out there should be scared that she’s gonna be out there!”

You have never felt more relief in your life.

“Y-Yeah…” you say. “I know… But it’s just that we’ve had this ritual… And I don’t… It’s going to sound so stupid, but I don’t want the only time I didn’t say anything to cause a disaster.”

Hana just shakes her head, patting your shoulder. “Nothing’s going to happen to her,” she says. “Nayoon’s strong! She’s a major, now! And she has both Captain Goe and Captain Jo to back her up. Plus, the General’s out there with them today. It’s a foolproof plan. The Darlaeans will be running away with their tails tucked between their legs!”

“I hope so.” You attempt a smile. Maybe you’re overreacting. Maybe forgetting to say one little thing to the General before he left for his umpteenth battle these past three circas won’t lead to his impending doom. Maybe, in a roundabout way, Hana is right. “I’m sorry,” you apologize to her. “I crashed into you this morning and bothered you with some bullshit, didn’t I?”

Hana just snorts. “I’m the one who knocked you out, Captain, so maybe I should apologize.” She hums, thoughtfully tapping her chin with her index. But her thoughts run short as she suddenly perks up. “Ugh, I’m too hungry to think. Ooh! Come on!” she says, dragging you away from your tent. “Let’s go grab some breakfast. Just us two. I’ll even shoo Taehoon away! We deserve some quality time together. I hope they have some good ol’ pumpkin porridge. You know something funny? Back when I was in Aella, I actually found myself missing the food here. Isn’t that insane? I think a true low point was when I thought I was craving some of that spinach porridge. Bleh!”

With Hana to fill your void and chase away your superstitions, you’re able to have a somewhat relaxing morning. But the moment she leaves to complete her training for the day, you’re left behind to fend for yourself once more, and your thoughts have never been too kind to you. 

“You don’t look so well,” Wonmi tells you as she and you scrub the bloody rags next to the medical tent. 

“I don’t feel so well,” you answer.

Wonmi wrings her last rag and stands up, staring down at you with a look you can’t quite discern the meaning of. “Get some rest. I’m working a double shift in the tent, anyway.”

“I couldn’t do that,” you say, standing up and bending down to grab the bucket filled with murky red water. “I’m just… I’m worried about…” 

“Nayoon?” Wonmi asks. “Ohsung won’t let anything happen to her out there. You shouldn’t waste your time worrying about things that aren’t in your control.”

“I know… I just—”

“You can’t help it?” she says, raising her eyebrow. The two of you begin to walk back toward the entrance of the medical tent.

“I really can’t,” you sigh. “It’s just… If something happens to him, I don’t think… I don’t know… I’d feel like it’s my fault.”

Wonmi hums but takes her sweet time to react. You wonder if it’s something that you said that warranted such a gap in reaction time, but that’s when it dawns on you: in your worried state, you’ve accidentally referred to the General instead of Nayoon. If something happens to him. For Sooht’s sake, how could you be so stupid? But before you can backpedal in panic, Wonmi finally says, “I didn’t know you were so close to him.”

Your face burns.

“I-I just—I um, I’m not, no, I mean—”

“Being embarrassed about it makes me think there’s something more,” Wonmi says. She pulls back the curtain to the medical tent, and the stench of death slams itself into your senses. Yet Wonmi doesn’t react at all. “I suppose,” she begins, foot halfway into the tent, “respect does manifest in strange ways during a war.” She gives you a final look. “Some in more platonic ways than others.” Then, she’s walking away, slinging the cleaned rags over her shoulder and disappearing behind a crowd of busy healers.

For several seconds, you stand there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You’re only able to shake out of your thoughts when you realize you’ve become quite a rude obstacle for the healers simply trying to tend to their patients. You quickly move away, the dirty water in the bucket sloshing around as you do so. 

And for the rest of your shift in the tent, you work in a trance, mind someplace else. But your body is so used to your duties, you’re able to carry out your tasks without breaking out of your thoughts.

What had Wonmi meant? Some in more platonic ways than others. Does she know? Did you make it that obvious? Maybe she understands the feeling. Maybe she’s waiting for Ohsung just like you’re waiting for the General. Maybe she only said it to scare you. But no. Wonmi would never waste her breath saying something that meant nothing.

And you really do respect the General. Maybe a little too much. And maybe you’ve made it increasingly obvious. You’ve declared that you’d die for him after all. You’ve rested your head on his shoulder, too. And for Sooht’s sake, you’ve embraced him. You’ve felt his heartbeat against your ear—beating quite irregularly—just as yours.

Oh no.

Just like he’d declared to you, you can’t lose him—nor can you bear the thought. Just like him, you want to do everything in your power to keep him alive, which is why you’d been so adamant about wishing him good luck before he left for his battles. And just like him, it’d really kill you to lose him.

This is more than what an officer should feel for their General. You know this. This is the way that Hana feels for Taehoon. This is the way that Doyun feels for Minhee. This is even the way that Ohsung seems to feel for Wonmi.

You feel unbelievably happy when he speaks to you, and when he calls for you, your face heats up. When he asks how you’ve been feeling or if you’ve eaten yet, your stomach does strange flips. When he smiles, you want to smile, too. And for Sooht’s sake… when he cried, you’d wanted to embrace him, wanted to let him cry on your shoulder, but you weren’t brave enough. You didn’t want to force something that wasn’t there. 

You want him to be alive—more than anything. And you know you said two years ago that love and war is something you will never do. But you also swore to dedicate your life to this nation, to its people… and most of all, to its General. Maybe you’ve sworn it a little too hard. 

But what about him? His heart had been beating just as rapidly. 

You roll over on your back, staring up at the red ceiling of your tent from your futon.

It’s a possibility, right?

Or is it more than a possibility?

After everything he’s done for you, said to you… he has to care more about you than his sole battle planner. Or maybe you’re projecting your deepest wishes. Still… Why else would he take you around Solaria to show you the sectors that you’ve forgotten about? Why else would he wake up earlier in the morning and sacrifice his sleep to personally help you relearn fire wielding? Why else was he so ruthless when he interrogated you? Why else did he take you to his home? Why else? Why else would he actively seek your company? Because he’s bored? He barely has enough time to sleep!

But maybe you really are projecting. 

Yet…

You sigh, sitting up on your futon and bringing your knees in to hug them. At this rate, you’ll drown in your own cyclical nonsense.

For Sooht’s sake! It doesn’t matter.

In the end, it doesn’t matter at all. Because you and he both don’t believe in love and war and nothing will ever happen because you’re both married to your duties. It’s a pipe dream, essentially. And you’re fine with it. Maybe. 

You sigh again.

It’s still a little early before you should feel worried that the fourth sector hasn’t come back. And at some point in the day, you’d realized that Wonmi had been right after all: it’s useless to worry about things that are beyond your control. But now that you’ve finished worrying about your thoughts regarding the General, you’ve run out of things to worry about.

Well, not quite.

Just as you’re about to stand to see if Joon needs any help in the medical tent, someone barges into your living quarters. The someone is Hana, panting hard, with sweat dripping down the sides of her face. There’s a moving shadow outside, a running figure that looks just like Taehoon, and he’s calling to his girlfriend in a worried voice. “H-Hana! Slow down, Hana! You’re going to fall!” 

“Y/N!” Hana screams, her voice shrill and filled with terror.

Immediately, chills run down your spine. 

Oh no.

She’s close to tears. 

Your throat dries up and your hands begin to shake.

No. No, please. You beg to no one in particular. Not again.

“We were worried about the wrong person!” she cries. “Oh, Y/N.” Hana falls to the ground, completely distraught and frozen in disbelief. “It’s not Nayoon,” she says in a voice so quiet she doesn’t sound like herself at all. “It’s him. It’s the General!”

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[freewilllife]

If you dont mind me asking but why do you ship soowon x Lily? Like no offense but I dont see it so it would be really helpful for someone to explain.

No offense taken!^^ What kind of “potential couples” somebody ships is really a matter of taste.

So…I try not to squeal too much…

Why I like that “potential couple”. Let s see.

First we go back to the start, when these two met under a sweet umbrella in the rain…What a romantic scene…Just that it was not really the case…

1.An agenda of their own that more or less correlates with the one of the other

Lily was occupied to rescue her tribe and didn t even think of any romance at all.

Soo Won was also here in order to “quell the countries chaos”. (Jokes aside. He wished to acquire the information about the negative circumstances of the Water Tribe and to gain allies of course.)

Both persons have an agenda of their own. I think that this is important in romance that the other party is never just a part of the other, but that both exist as separate people.

And the juicy part is that their aims are pretty similar. It is just the extent of their goals that differ. Lily is more determined to help her tribe, while Soo Won is determined to help the whole of Kouka.

2. Similar but different

I think I do not need to point out their disparities. I think they are “eye-catching”.

Let s see what do they have in common?

First neither Soo Won, nor Lily had to be thrown out of their comfortable lives, they went out on their own.

I think people might say that Soo Won needed to care for the country, so that is why he did it. But I think you don t have to wish to improve an inquitous state, if you just wish for revenge.

They both are determined people that wish to acquire their aim no matter what.

Their aims I explained in the point above.

3. The relationship is a gain for the other party

While Yona is a factor for Lily to develop, Soo Won s influence and his advice is also a major support for Lily who is still pretty unsure concerning her abilities and her influence on people. (Though it got considerably better lately)

I mean the chapter where those two meet is literally

“Meeting which creates people”

The mangaka spells it out directly to the reader.

Soo Won doesn t tell any lies here, that he thinks that her influence is good for the people.

Since I point towards Hak s estimation:

That guy doesn t flatter her for no meaning, he sees that she has some kind of potential and encourages her.

So what has Soo Won to gain from that relationship? I just illustrate it with pictures..I think it is more apparent this way…

So guys who is starting to speak about himself more lately and to whom? Hein?

So our tight-lipped king finally talks a little more about himself…

I have the impression as if he is finally starting to open up at least a little bit towards her.

Also he behaves more like a guy his age towards her sometimes, usually he is a person that pretends to play silly, but has to be pretty grown-up….

4. Now here they come the silly reasons: It s because they deny it so fiercely!

5. Hilarious!

Their interaction is just so “facepalm” hilarious sometimes…I love funny couples!^^

I hope I could answer your question anon!^^

#akatsuki no yona #soo won x lily #soo won #lily

[koukaimagines]

MASTERLIST

AKAYONA

Son Hak:

Hak NSFW | HCs

Soowon and Hak with an s/o who's evil (undercover assassin) | HCs

Soowon:

Soowon with a sister | HCs

Soowon NSFW | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Soowon woman type | HCs

Soowon and Hak with an s/o who's evil (undercover assassin) | HCs

Soowon jealous | HCs

Yun:

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Yun and a goofy reader squabble and make up | SCENARIO

Kija:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Kija and Jaeha tickling their female crush | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Kija x reader who has a feverish nightmare | SCENARIO

Kija and Jaeha taking care of an injured s/o reader | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Shinah:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Shinah x reader first kiss | SCENARIO

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Shinah NSFW | HCs

Shinah with a reader who's scared of the dark | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Jaeha:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Kija and Jaeha tickling their female crush | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Jaeha NSFW | HCs

Kija and Jaeha taking care of an injured s/o reader | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Zeno:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Reader finds out about Zeno's powers | SCENARIO

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Zeno NSFW | HCs

Zeno with a reader who's afraid of thunderstorms and tries to hide it | SCENARIO

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

#akayona #akayona x reader #akatsuki no yona zeno #akatsuki no yona kija #akatsuki no yona jaeha #akatsuki no yona shinah #soowon #son hak #akayona yun #yun #soowon x reader #hak x reader #kija #hakuryuu kija #shinah #shin ah #seiryuu shinah #hak #jaeha #ryokuryuu jaeha #zeno #ouryuu zeno #kija x reader #shinah x reader #jaeha x reader #zeno x reader #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona x reader #yona of the dawn x reader

[koukaimagines]

Ah that’s okay! I know the feeling Please take care of yourself. That’s the priority. We will wait and love whatever you write 🥺❤️ love you!

Thank you so much anon! I'm back now! ^^ (hopefully) and I'll use this as my announcement. Summary: Thank you's and apologies, life updates, plans for this blog. To everyone who has supported this blog, and to those who may have been waiting for years after I went on hiatus, and maybe even up til now, I want to say thank you so much for your support and expectations, I'm back. Because I'm still a student, I really want to make sure that the way I treat this blog will be sustainable in the long run, so it will take some time for me to get the rest of my asks out and the askbox open again. I am now studying literature, language, and writing full-time now, and I couldn't help but think about this blog from time to time in my time away. I've been staying on top of akayona updates, and things seem dire so far, don't they? I hope I can start bringing some comfort for that again soon, and even better quality content. That being said, I am also worrying about work and finances now, and have enabled tips for this blog. Please feel free to leave a tip if you feel like it, I'll really appreciate it! Otherwise, your comments and kind words have and will always be more than enough to keep me going. Because I'm studying things like this (writing, reading, etc) full time now, I've been thinking about opening commissions. I'm completely new to that so I'll probably stick to tips for now. In other news though, I'm also thinking about expanding this blog to be multifandom, but so far, really, I only have one other fandom in mind that I want to write for, so basically, I have plans for this blog to write for 2 fandoms (Akatsuki no Yona and Tsukino Productions), and was wondering if you'll still support me in that endeavour. Even if I do decide to do so, it will take a while setting things up, so sorry about how messy/hard to find things will be. Always feel free to ask me about anything, including for where your favourite work might be. I'll try making a masterlist and various posts to organize and make things easier! With that all said, I'm so so sorry for the long wait, and I apologize for the even longer wait, but I am hoping to get my asks out soon in the meantime! As always, my askbox is open for chatting ^^ I hope everyone's well, whether you're still following this blog or not!

#akayona #yotd #not writing #akayona x reader #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #I still don't know how to tag my posts properly #akatsuki no yona x reader #hak x reader #hakuryuu x reader #kija x reader #Seiryuu x reader #shinah x reader #jaeha x reader #ryokuryuu x reader #soowon x reader #zeno x reader #akayona yun

[koukaimagines]

~ MASTERLIST ~

RECENT UPDATE 01/04/2024

ASK BOX: CLOSED

PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE SENDING IN AN ASK!

☆~RULES~☆

▪︎ Please check whether my ask box is open or not before requesting! I will be deleting requests sent in while my ask box is closed. However, my ask box is always open for questions/chit chat!

▪︎ Please specify whether you'd like to request something or if you just want my thoughts on something! (thoughts will not be formatted and as extensive as HCs) I get "What do you think" a lot and I get confused on whether it's a request or a genuine question!

▪︎ Please feel free to specify gender of reader in your ask! If gender for reader is not specified, my characterization will likely lean towards a fem reader but is otherwise g/n

▪︎ NSFW okay! (Main characters only for scenarios since I have to know the characters inside and out if I want to write smut, but HCs is free game!)

▪︎ I stay on top of manga updates! So go wild; that being said, this blog will NOT be spoiler-free.

▪︎ Specify which you want me to write! (Hcs/scenarios, nsfw/sfw)

▪︎ Please say what you want me to write about! Simple prompts are fine! Though if I'm having trouble understanding, I'll probably let you know so don't hesitate to send in another ask after you clarified more! Oh! Also be sure to let me know in that ask that you're the one that requested whatever you requested ^^

▪︎ I won't be able to do certain requests involving mental health! This is because I don't want to blindly write about a sensitive topic I barely know anything about,, Anxiety is probably the only one I can do as I have experience with it,,, but aside from major illnesses I can definitely do something like "can you do hcs of ____ consoling their s/o bc they (insert emotional struggle here)"! So please don't hesitate if you need your fave to lift your day/night! I can't promise much, but I'll definitely try my best! (=｀ω´=)9

▪︎ No incest or pedophilia!🚫

▪︎ I will not write for ships! This will be a solely x reader imagines blog! This is mainly because I'm not that attached to ships and I wouldn't want to half-ass something just because I don't particularly care for it! I'm very sorry

▪︎ I have the right to refuse a request for any reason; I very rarely will, but may refuse a request for a continuation of a previous ask, for example. This really depends on how I feel, but that includes things like the content of the ask and how long I let it sit in my ask box. That being said, I am planning on starting commissions, so when the time comes, I will make a detailed post and replace this part with a commission alternative should I refuse an ask.

♡~CHARACTER LIMITS~♡

Headcanons: up to 4 characters!

Scenarios: only one! Sorry ;; this is mainly because I can't focus on several characters if I'm writing a full fledged scenario! I like to be very thorough when it comes to scenarios!

Currently, I can write for pretty much any character we know from the expanses of Kouka to Xing, as well as Hiryuu, Shuten, Abi, and Guen. I can also write for the female characters!! Please feel free to send in requests for the women as well!!

◇~MISCELLANEOUS~◇

• it may take me a while to pump out requests since I am a student! Please understand! But I will try my best!

• I apologize for the above, really that's it I'm really sorry if I can't get to your request, I promise I'll try my best to churn them out.

• feel free to ask questions if you have any!

Finally, I have enabled tipping for this blog! If you like what you see, please consider tipping me! Thank you so much!

That's all! Thank you for checking my blog out and I hope you'll enjoy your stay! 🤗 I'll do my best!

#hakuryuu kija #akatsuki no yona kija #kija #ryokuryuu jaeha #ouryuu zeno #akatsuki no yona zeno #shin ah #seiryuu shin ah #akatsuki no yona #soo won #akayona #son hak #yona of the dawn #shin ha #shinah #soowon #soowon x reader #hak x reader

[cozymoko]

Oooh!! You do Yona of the dawn? Man I love that Manga! it was one of the first I ever got into when I was a kid

Do you think I could request some General Yandere headcanons for Soo-Won?

SOO-WON

Two Faced, though he hides it pretty well. Seeing him smile in your face, scowling in others. But none if that aggression was ever pointed at you, if it was you couldn't recall a time. But the harsh orders he gives your acquaintances are truly undeniable.

This man is willing to commit more than a few sins for you. Lying, tealing, killing, you name it! All of it means nothing if it's for you. Nothing else matters as long as you smile at him the same.

Soo-Won essentially keeps you glued to his side. Not wanting the useless people around you to taint you, your lovely personality.

It's clear that he's willing to become a tyrant for you, to throw it all away to make you happy. But nothing comes without a price; exchanging your freedom for riches, living the rest of your days under his rules. Under his protection.

Soo-Won is very lucid. His actions are far from normal, his emotions are more than innocent. With his intelligence you'd expect him to notice such things, and he has. But perhaps his selfish need to feel such feelings has taken over. Only time will tell.

Caring, that's very clear. Soo-Won does on you quite a bit. Babying you and acting as your personal caretaker. This may be a blessing, a curse for others, but use this to your advantage if you will.

Possessive, Jealous — No. But overprotective and controlling — yes. There's no reason for Soo-Won to be jealous, after all only a fool would go after his beloved or make an effort to steal them.

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #akatsuki no yona headcanons #akatsuki no yona #yona of the red dawn #yona of the dawn #yona of the don soowon #yona soowon