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sunlightwoo · 2 years

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blooming days

✁ pairing: soulmate!wooyoung x g.n reader

✁ genre: h…hana….hanahaki au… childhood friends to almost lovers trope, angst, slight fluff, sad ending warnings: mentions of death, descriptions of blood but it’s not explicitly mentioned, reader throws/coughs up a lot of petals | rated: 16+

✁ wc: 2027

✁ plot: if you could be a flower, you wouldn’t be any but rather the thorns that are often adorned on the stems of beautiful scarlet roses. the thorn could symbolize anything, but for you, it’s a constant reminder of the unlucky bond that you have with your soulmate; especially when you can do nothing but cough out petals in secret.

✁ a/n: hello welcome to the halfway point of the desire [rewritten] collection!! this specific piece is actually my part in @th84u‘s a sad smile collab i’m technically late on (i’m so sorry) however i hope you guys enjoyed this piece, even though it’s not a happy ending!! i hope to see you guys on the next part, and please be sure to check out the other authors participating in this collab also!!!

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“Y/N, hurry up! You’re gonna be late to your own graduation!”

The sound of your best friend’s voice rings out throughout the air as you are rushing out of your room with your cap barely hanging on at the ends of your fingertips. There was a lot of clamor going on in the small living room of your shared apartment, but you knew that it was because of the events that were going on today as you were all struggling to make sure that you would get to your college graduation on time.

After years of struggling together in college, and even through the different phases that you each went through before that, you and your best friend, Wooyoung were finally getting your diplomas and getting away from the hellhole that would mark a new chapter in your lives.

“I’m coming! Am I carpooling with you or what?” You say while putting on your cap for a moment, making sure that you’d look okay in the moment that you were about to head towards the large football field, but he gives you a look before shaking his head in response.

“I’m taking Gaeul with me, but I know Mingi still has room in his car. Besides, we’ll still meet up to take pictures and get food after to celebrate, right?” He offers, making you nod in response as you grin at the very thought of finally being at the finish line of your academic career.

“Of course! We always make sure to celebrate together!”

However, the next couple hours were adamant on proving you wrong as you must’ve lost him in the crowd. In the midst of cheering and celebrating with your mutual best friends such as San, Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang, you couldn’t find the dark haired male that you were dying to celebrate this big milestone in your life with. It wasn’t until your eyes scan across the field to see him embracing his girlfriend in his arms that makes your heart sink for a moment as you watch him spin her around before kissing her with all the love in him.

There’s a bitter feeling that settles in your heart that you wished that maybe he had gone to you first since the two of you had always talked about this moment for as long as you could remember. All the memories building up to this moment such as sharing meals late at night, talking about the professors you had hated and the courses that you were so terribly suffering in; you felt some strange feeling in your heart as you could feel something heavy in your lungs.

A petal falls from the sky as it lands onto the palm of your hand gently and you look to see that it was a petal of a white lily. Little did you know what that had meant for you, for the rest of your life.

You’ve always heard about the tales of the hanahaki disease.

It was one in which you had always felt sadness, pain for those that had suffered because of this rare disease, that just so happened to be a soulmate bond. There were stories that you have heard where the only reason that you would have hanahaki is because your soulmate had not reciprocated the bond’s powers. You think that it could never be you in the chances that this happens, because you couldn’t be bothered to be in love with someone knowing the slim possibilities of them being your soulmate.

You think that it was absurd even, that a soulmate could have that much power over someone’s well being that it could cause for them to have some sort of flower rooting inside of their hearts. However, you were sadly a victim to the hanahaki disease, as sad as it may seem, and the younger version of you would’ve been ecstatic at the fact that you had finally found your soulmate.

You and Wooyoung had always been you and Wooyoung, up until the point that he had gotten together with his now girlfriend in your third year of college. You weren’t sure when these feelings had existed in the first place, when you had always been fond of the said boy platonically.

Was it when he had taken you home from a bad date that made your heart flutter, because it was so late in the night? Was it maybe during that time when you were suffering from a horrible sickness that he somehow was immune to, nursing you back to health when you were bed ridden for over a week? Or was it him always finding a way to take care of you when you were at the lowest points in life, because he knew the right things to say and do so that the smile would somehow still appear on your face at the end of the day.

Whatever it was, you cursed yourself for it as you had slowly been suffering for the past four years of the hanahaki disease.

You had found out that the night of your graduation was the first day that the roots were blossoming in your lungs. Every so often, you would cough up a petal or two of white lilies, it wasn’t until recently that the disease had gotten worse and that you could only take deep breaths in order to live properly. The only person that has ever known about this disease was San, however even with his encouragement these past few years had led to you never doing it, because now you were both sitting in the aisles of a wedding ceremony, watching the said individual get married.

It seemed so torturous, as you were struggling to hold down the white lilies that were almost at full blossom, and you knew that at any given moment, you could die because you never treated the hanahaki.

You watch painfully as the others have given your speech, a sad smile on your lips and you slightly turn to tug on San’s sleeve to point over towards where the bathroom was. He frowns at your state, seeing as though all the colors that were previously on your face were gone and he motions for you to wait for a moment, not realizing that it was your turn to finally give your speech to the happy couple.

“Here Y/N.” Yunho smiles softly, handing you the microphone gently as you take it into your hands. For a moment, you just stared at everyone who was staring back at you in the reception, until your eyes landed on Wooyoung’s calming ones.

You pitied your own heart and the universe for this.

“To the happy couple, I can only wish you the best from here on out. I’ve known you both since our college days, and I couldn’t even imagine how happy the two of you make each other,” You say breathlessly, feeling your own tears pool at the corners of your eyes but you looked at the ceiling to push them away, knowing that you could only blame yourself for never telling him.

“I hope that Wooyoung treats you with all the love that the world has to offer, Gaeul. He’s the most loving, hardworking, but also amazing person in the world, and I’m even honored to call him my other half. I hope your marriage lives as long as the night stars in the sky.”

You give the microphone back to Yunho and turn to leave the reception, heading for the gardens that were just outside of the glass windows. The moment that the night breeze hits your skin, so do the tears that you had been struggling to keep in as you start to cough up more white lily petals into your hands the moment that you found a bench to sit on. Ironically, you were surrounded by orchids and other arrangements of flowers, making you wonder if this was the universe’s cruel way of joking with you.

You had just watched your best friend, and your soulmate, get married to someone else that wasn’t you. It was getting harder to breathe as there were stained lilies in your hands, but you couldn’t see anything else as your tears blurred your vision, and apparently your hearing too, because you didn’t even hear the footsteps that were slowly approaching your shaking figure.

“Y/N…”

You instantly freeze before turning to see Wooyoung standing underneath the moonlight, noticing how he was frozen in his place as well just seconds until he approaches you slowly. His eyes trail down to the lily petals that were in your hands and it doesn’t take long for him to connect the dots, making him wonder how long you had kept this a secret from him.

“I’ve loved you for five years, Wooyoung; five years that I’ve been in love with you from afar, and there wasn’t anything that I could do to prevent this without the factor that I would forget who you are if I got them removed.” You say, releasing the petals onto the ground in front of you and you couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down your face.

Wooyoung felt like he was slapped in the face as he took a seat on the bench beside you before taking your hands into his warm ones, but you removed them almost immediately, missing the pang of hurt that was obvious on his face. You couldn’t be like this with him, on today of all days, because he was now married, and there wasn’t anything you could do, except blame yourself for not telling him sooner.

“Sometimes, I think about what we could be and what would’ve happened if we turned back time… Like what if I had told you that we were actually soulmates-”

“Y/N, stop.”

His voice quivers for a moment and you turn your head for the first time tonight to look at him as you notice the tears that were pooling in his eyes. Had you been selfish keeping this information from him, knowing that the two of you were soulmates the whole time? Probably, but right now you had nothing else to lose as you knew that there was no other cure for you, because as you looked at the boy in front of you, you could feel the flowers slowly starting to burn in your chest, but not for the reason that you had liked.

“Why… Why couldn’t you just tell me back when you knew?” He asks you in disbelief, standing up to look at you and you shrug for a moment as you thought about it as well, but you knew what the answer was anyways deep down.

“Because I knew that you would never look at me then, the same way that you look at her now,” You bitterly smile, letting out a short laugh before standing up from the bench as if the hanahaki had never existed, “Wooyoung, you’re married now… I’ll be okay, I promise.”

There’s another figure that enters the scenery unfolding in front of you, and you think that maybe the reason he had stuck by you was the same reason that you had been staying by Wooyoung the entire time. Maybe the feeling of your chest feeling lighter from the moment that you confessed to him about the truth was the universe’s second chance for you. You realized in this moment that maybe it was okay that you were now broken soulmates, because you didn’t lose the love that you had for him, nor did you forget about the memories that you two had.

They’d just have to be filled with another soulmate that the universe will give to you, and you wonder if it was the male that had been watching you the whole time from afar; hoping that you don’t die on him the same way that he might on you if you didn’t realize it sooner.

“Maybe we weren’t meant to be soulmates, but deep down, I’ll still love you. Just not in the way that we might want it to be overall in the end.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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peachyteez · 3 years

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harmless pranks ≫ DAY ONE, WOOYOUNG?!

this mischevious dolphin hybrid escaped an illegal experiment lab and has wandered the ocean for almost a year. all he longed for was love and attention—maybe even a family. who knew his “little” prank on jiyu would be the beginning to all of his wishes being granted.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: surprise! i know i scheduled the release for may 7th, but thought i’d release it a little early :)

next。

“i can’t believe you’re up and leaving us for a month,” yeonjun sarcastically commented while helping her lug her last luggage into the mercedes van that sunwoo had been so generous enough to send to pick them up. “and from the looks of it, it doesn’t look like soobin, beomgyu, and taehyun are going to let go of the others.”

and true to his word, she looked over to see them gathered in a group hug. beomgyu clung onto yunho with teary eyes, he’s never been separated from him for a month before. yunho gently pat the younger puppy’s head with a small smile.

she chuckled at the heartwarming scene. “guys, you’ll still be able to call and facetime. and you’re acting like we’re never coming back! we’re only going to jeju island.”

“but what if you run away with this person because they’re rich?” beomgyu asked, ignorant to her background. at his question, the other boys gasped and whipped their heads over to her.

her smile slightly faltered, forgetting that they don’t know of her origins. she knew she’d have to come clean someday—maybe this trip was the right time to tell.

“don’t be ridiculous, of course we are,” she gently reprimanded before coming over to ruffle beomgyu’s hair. “beomgyu’s imagination is just running a tad bit wild.”

pouting, beomgyu shifted from yunho to engulf her in a bear hug.

“soobin and i’ll make sure beomgyu doesn’t grow any grey hairs while worrying about you guys,” taehyun jokingly reassured. he knew beomgyu well enough, even though he was an addition to the family a month ago.

“miss, it’s about time to depart to the airport,” the driver informed with a bow.

with a nod, she rubbed beomgyu’s head. “okay, we need to go now, bub. we’ll message you when we get there, okay?”

reluctantly nodding, beomgyu let her go. he joined soobin, taehyun, and yeonjun to see them off, waving until they not longer saw the black vehicle.

in the car, yunho, mingi, san, and yeosang were fascinated with how fancy the interior was. there were two rows of two seats, and row with three seats in the back. the seats were so comfortable, and it was so roomy; an environment unfamiliar to the hybrids. while seonghwa and yunho knew somewhat of her background, the others wondered how she managed to afford something like this.

“is your friend rich?” san asked, looking back to face jiyu. seating arrangements were decided by an intense game of rock-paper-scissors. in the end, yeosang and hongjoong sat in front, mingi and san were in the middle row, and jiyu was squished in between yunho and seonghwa in the back.

“that’s one way of putting it, yes.” in truth, she was worried about how they would react to her and sunwoo’s background. most of them had come from influential families or illegal organizations to begin with. having terrible memories with them, would they change once they knew who she really was?

“but don’t worry, he’s really nice! he has a hybrid friend of his own, too. i think he said a german shepard hybrid.” yunho seemed to perk up at the thought of meeting another dog hybrid.

“hm...if you say so. if you trust him, then we do, too,” hongjoong said before getting comfortable in the seat.

upon arriving at the airport, the van immediately took them to the runway where a private plane was parked and waiting. she assumed it was sunwoo’s. the boys plastered their faces against the van windows at the sight of the plane. they’ve never been on one before, hence their childlike fascination.

“are we really going on that?” san asked with excitement. “i love your friend already,” he teasingly commented.

jiyu softly chuckled as the van came to a stop. hopping out, she saw sunwoo standing at the entrance to the plane with a hybrid she assumed was eric. catching sight of jiyu, he started climbing down the stairs. she smiled and waved to him, an action he returned with a small chuckle.

“were you waiting long?”

he shook his head. “don’t worry, we came ten minutes ago. eric’s been eager to meet you and your—” seeing the six hybrids behind her filing out of the van, his eyes widened. he knew she had hybrids, but he didn’t really know what to expect. “you have six?”

she sheepishly chuckled. “yeah...i hope you don’t mind. they won’t bite if that’s what you’re worried about.”

on the contrary, sunwoo didn’t mind at all; it actually made her a hundred times cooler in his eyes if anything. he’s never met a girl who managed to befriend six different hybrid breeds. but then again, with her job, he should’ve seen it coming. despite that, she just kept surprising him with who she is.

“guys, this is sunwoo,” she called out to the boys. “he’s the friend i was talking about!”

while the boys acquainted themselves with sunwoo, the german shepard hybrid approached jiyu with a friendly smile. “hi, i’m eric! although i think sunwoo told you plenty about me already.”

jiyu giggled at the boy’s abundance of energy. “he has mentioned you a few times. i’m jiyu.”

eric enthusiastically nodded. “i’ve heard about you a lot, too! sunwoo didn’t stop talking about you for a whole week after your first meeting.”

jiyu felt her face flush at the new piece of information. “a week—”

“ji! sunwoo said there’s also video games on the plane!”

before eric could continue exposing sunwoo, yunho came bounding up to her with the others in tow. with their calm and excited demeanor, she assumed that they managed to feel relaxed and at home with sunwoo, which made her happy and relieved.

“is that so?” she mused, rubbing the spot behind his ears. yunho nodded and giggled, pushing his head into jiyu’s hands. eric glanced at sunwoo and couldn’t help the smirk on his face at the sight of the soft look on his friend’s face.

snapping out of his reverie, sunwoo cleared his throat. “we should get going.”

the plane ride nothing out of the ordinary—the boys were getting to know eric, while jiyu and sunwoo caught up over a glass of champagne.

“so it seems like your friends don’t know about you yet?” sunwoo inquired. “i told eric to keep his mouth shut about it just in case.”

softly shaking her head, she quietly glanced at the hybrid group that had passed out not too long ago after expending all of their energy. “only seonghwa and yunho know about it. i never found the right time to tell the others but this trip might be it.”

mingi had sleepily wandered over towards them and plopped down next to her before laying his head on her lap. within a few minutes, his breath evened out again.

an endearing chuckle left her lips as she threaded her fingers through his faded red hair. “ah, you big baby,” she cooed.

sunwoo watches her with a soft smile on his face. he watches the way she gently lulls the giant bunny to sleep, the mother-like smile on her face, the gentle aura she exudes—he could go on and on. she was completely different from what he had been expecting. while they had a few brief meetings during company gatherings, she always had a blank expression, never smiling nor frowning. it was almost like she was more robot than human.

when his parents had informed him of his future marriage with her, he didn’t know how to react. a part of him would’ve been lying if he had denied feeling the tiniest bit of disdain at his fate.

but lo and behold, she managed to leave him soft and charmed with every meeting, even if this was only their second one.

“sir, ma’am, we’ll be landing in about ten minutes. please fasten your seatbelts.”

his pilot’s voice managed to break him out of his thoughts, leaving him to scramble to sit up straighter and cool his flushed face.

“i should wake them up,” jiyu said, completely unaware of sunwoo’s dilemma. softly shaking mingi’s shoulder, she gently prodded him awake before relaying the pilot’s message to him. padding over to the others, she did the same.

sunwoo sighed before buckling in his own seatbelt. he needed to keep himself in check around her before he accidentally does something that would embarrass himself. this is going to be a long month.

upon arriving at the private vacation home, jiyu was already bombarded with the youngers’ pleas to go to the beach. luckily for them, the vacation home was just down the street from the beach, giving them easy access to visit whenever they wanted.

“i’m really sorry, i hope you don’t mind,” she apologized to sunwoo for the fact that they were going to the beach the moment they put their bags down. “if you’re tired, you can stay. i can take—”

sunwoo’s soft chuckle made her pause mid-sentence. she didn’t know he was capable of making such a melodious sound. while she was still living in the main house, her friends had painted him to be an aloof person. and even from what she saw at company dinners. the daughters of other elites were always throwing themselves at him, offering him drinks and their company.

yet every singe time without fail, he would coldly reject them.

so when yuta had told her that he was the one her father set her up with, she was doubtful if they could even be civil with each other.

“it’s fine, i’ll go with you and the others. eric’s been pestering me to go, too so it works out.”

the soft and friendly expression was just proof to her that maybe, just maybe, she had been judging the facade he puts up.

“oh, okay then!” she smiled before scurrying to her room to change. “let’s meet back here when we’re ready!”

watching her excited like a child to go to the ocean, he couldn’t contain the smile that he had been biting back. he was glad that they could at least be friends despite the circumstances.

“stop staring at her door and go change, loverboy.”

he was bought back to reality by his best friend’s quip. throwing him a half-hearted glare, he trudged to his room. “i wasn’t staring.” even his protest was weak.

eric couldn’t help the smirk that crosses his face. he’s known his best friend long enough to know that he never gets like this around girls. “this should be an interesting trip.”

by the time they all met back up to leave, it was two p.m.—a prime time for the sun to be out and bestowing them with it’s heat on their short walk to the beach.

“it’s the ocean!” yunho shouted with utter glee and happiness as he and eric raced each other across the sand and to the water. the others ran after them, even san who ended up straying on shore and dipping his feet in the water. hongjoong joined him as he watched over the others in the water.

jiyu and sunwoo had found a group of beach chairs under a big umbrella and tossed their bags down. stretching her limbs, jiyu sprawled out on a chair and closed her eyes for a brief moment. hearing the ocean waves along with the cheerful shouts of the boys in the water made her smile with content.

cracking an eye open, she caught sunwoo throwing off the white t-shirt he had on and shaking his head afterward to fix his hair. her eyes raked over his body against her own will. his lean figure, the define abs lined on his stomach, and the hints of muscles on his arm only served to have a volcano of butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“everything okay?” he asked, leaning down towards her face.

looking away from his piercing gaze, she jumped up and quickly discarded her own outerwear before speed-walking towards the water. “yep! just great!” she definitely didn’t miss the smirk that was threatening to take over his face.

sunwoo smirked before running to catch up with her. he couldn’t help but take note of the red two-piece she was sporting. a part of him wanted to throw his earlier discarded t-shirt over her to give her coverage from other people’s gazes that were lingering just a bit too long, but he bit back his own desire.

after all, they were just budding friends who were about to be stuck in an arranged, and potentially loveless, marriage.

but that didn’t stop him from lifting her up and tossing her into the water.

emerging back up, she had to rub her eyes to get rid of the salt water before throwing a glare towards the laughing culprit.

“kim sunwoo!” she stood up and crossed her arms across her chest like an angry child.

“i had to—hey!”

too busy caught up in his own laughter, he failed to notice the wolf hybrid sneaking up behind him to exact revenge for jiyu. emerging up next to jiyu, shook his head to remove excess water out of his hair before looking for his culprit. seeing the proudly-smiling seonghwa on shore with his hands on his hips, he let out snort.

“alright, you got me.”

she burst into giggles before floating on her back. looking up at the sky, there were no hints of clouds—just the endless blue that seemed to stretch out for miles on end. feeling someone tug her feet, she perked her head up to see yeosang pulling her.

“you were floating too far out,” he informed before lightly flicking her forehead. “watch out before you float away and we’re stranded here without you,” he added with a chuckle, just barely missing the splash of water that jiyu retaliated with, before swimming off back to yunho and mingi.

“he seems fun to be around,” sunwoo said as swam up to join her. “he reminds me of eric, only more sass.”

“yeah, i never know where his sass comes from—”

she was cut off by a huge splash of water from behind that had not only hit her, but also sunwoo. turning around, she expected it to be yeosang, san, or eric.

but no one was behind them.

sunwoo furrowed his eyebrows. the hybrid group was at least twenty feet away from them—there was no way any of them could’ve done it since he and jiyu would’ve heard them swimming off or laughing.

“that’s odd, who—ah!”

before jiyu could finish her sentence, a pair of arms grabbed her waist and yanked her underwater. having no time to react, she felt herself being tugged away as they started swimming with her in tow.

sunwoo swore his heart almost stopped; whether it be from the fact that it all happened so quickly or the fact that jiyu could potentially be drowning, he didn’t know. he didn’t have time to know.

“oi, what the—!”

his scream caught the others attention. looking over, they sunwoo looking frantic pulling something up from under the water.

but there was no jiyu.

they all swam over with urgency, fearing something went wrong.

“where is she?” hongjoong asked, brows furrowing with panic. the others looked ready to fight what or whoever took jiyu, even yunho and mingi even though they both looked on the verge of crying.

“something pulled her down and just...swam away!”

meanwhile, underwater, jiyu was having a ball trying to fight off what or whoever pulled her down. it was definitely a person—she felt the arms around her waist and the hard chest that was tightly pressed against her back. looking behind her she managed to make out a male with majestic, black with gold highlights.

the lack of air snapped her back to reality from her gawking and she stared to try and pry the man’s hands off of her. as if catching onto her message, he quickly brought her back up to the surface.

inhaling like her life depended on it and coughing out some water, she turned around and glared at whoever decided to try and almost drown her.

but before she could her a word out, she was blown away by how...pretty the man staring back at her was. with his hair tucked behind his ears, it framed his face perfectly, showing off his distinct and defined facial features.

but something else caught her eye.

the lower half of his body was a tail. eyes flicking back and forth from the man’s face to the tail, her mouth opened and closed like fish out of water.

“a fish h-hybrid..?”

“oi, jiyu!”

at the sound of her name, she looked behind the man to see everyone swimming up to her. it turned out that they weren’t that far away from shore—the man, or hybrid, just took her along the shoreline rather than farther out like she had originally thought.

the unknown hybrid just watched as the seven other hybrids and sunwoo crowded her to make sure she was okay. yeosang profusely apologized, saying “i know i joked about you floating away and stranding us, but i didn’t mean to make that a reality”.

sunwoo ruffled her wet hair, breathing out a sigh of relief. “you scared me there. i thought i was going to lose you on the first day here.”

“huh? yeosang?”

at the sound of his name, yeosang turned around and practically fainted. he literally swam past him, how did he manage to miss the extremely familiar face. he stared at the underwater hybrid, wide-eyed, like he had witnessed another miracle from the universe. the unknown man mirrored yeosang’s look.

“wooyoung?!”

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xxxrubytuesdayxxx · 3 years

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Tease

Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Teasing and then a little smut

Word Count: 2,441

Concept: It’s your birthday and Hong-Joong wants to make sure it’s a night to remember. Eumak-juseyo [Cue the music please]

Masterlist

“Why?” you demand of Yeosang. “It’s Halloween. It’s my birthday even. We gotta go out. Why do I have to wait here?” Yeosang thinks it over.

“You gotta,” he informs you gravely. “Hong-Joong-hyung said don’t let you leave.”

“Um, okay…” you agree cautiously, curious as to what that little minx has been planning. “Yeosang…” you call after him, as he turns to leave.

“Mwo, noona?” he asks, face carefully impassive.

“He’s not...gonna do anything silly is he? He knows we’re not meant to be...you know…” you clarify, avoiding eye-contact with the younger man. You still see him smirk out of the corner of your eye, although neither of you mention the ‘situationship’ between yourself and Ateez’s leader.

“He knows,” Yeosang reassures you. You note that he doesn’t actually answer the question.

“Right,” you grin, choosing to let it be. “I’ll just wait here then, shall I?” Yeosang nods politely and then heads out of the room, leaving you frustrated and alone in your costume.

Turns out it doesn’t take long before the boys all arrive, mysteriously sans Hong-Joong, but carrying all manner of sparklers, decorations, loud party favours and an extravagant cake. You welcome them all in happily and clear the table for them to deposit their treasures. Everything is suitably festive and you spend a while comparing costumes and working out who everyone is meant to be, before the lack of your paramour becomes too evident to escape comment.

“Um, where’s…” you start, confused, but Seonghwa shushes you and San guides you over to a seat to feed you some cake.

“Mm...you got mint chocolate?” you ask him, sharing his excitement. “How did you get away with that one?” San laughs.

“It’s your birthday, noona and I know you’re on team mint choco after all, so I insisted.” You’re enjoying the whole vibe, even if Joong’s absence plays on the back of your mind, when Wooyoung advises you eat something else after finishing your slice of cake ‘just in case’.

“Mm-hm...so he is here then,” you guess, following his advice hurriedly as you hear ‘Havana’, as covered by Kim Hong-Joong, start up over the sound system. Yet not even you could have predicted the next move. One by one the boys dance around into the middle of the room, making you laugh with their antics, but then, just as Yunho is completing his routine, the music stops, scratches and begins again, louder this time prompting Yunho to beckon with his hand across the room to the door that leads further into the building.

And through that door stalks your illicit lover, barefoot, avoiding all eye contact and dressed, he claims, as a tiger. Yet his costume consists only of a cute headband with fluffy tiger ears attached and what might, at a stretch be called a collar - the black choker, studded with silver that circles his slender throat. The rest of his outfit entails a pair of ripped and torn black skinny jeans, a studded belt, black denim jacket and a silky black button-up shirt with the top three buttons teasingly undone. He laughs and swats Yunho jokingly away as the younger man tries to dance with him, then continues into the middle of the room as the other boys loiter behind him. Then, once he knows he has your undivided attention, he flicks his bangs out of his eyes, juts his chin towards the ceiling, letting his eyes follow, and then flips his jacket off one shoulder, dropping into a hip roll. Yunho darts back towards him, but he turns away, rolls his hips again and then keeps going while lifting the back of his hand to his forehead to cover his eyes, with a cheeky smirk. The others play along, pulling his jacket almost off as he continues to wiggle his hips and fake-stumbles forwards to stop right in front of where you’re sitting.

Looking at the ceiling again, he flips the jacket the rest of the way back off his shoulder letting it fall to the ground, grabs his belt buckle and works those hips hard, throwing you suggestive looks in between his staged-indifferent glances at the ceiling. Finally he turns his head away so that you can see his jawline and the shape of his pretty mouth as he drags his hand back through his hair and away from his face. When he turns back to face you, he fake-coyly covers his face with his hand again, drags it slowly down, as his hips swivel and then bites at the air once, then again, before breaking character and giggling at himself. The others are in fits of laughter as well, but you’re still staring at him in wonder and not a little turned on by his performance. You shake your head at his giggles with a little smile and he laughs loudly and claps his hand over his mouth, embarrassed, but when he tries to sit in your lap, you wave him off teasingly.

“Ani, ani…” you reprimand him lightly. “Finish your dance, go on. I was enjoying it...maybe a little too much,” you purr, giving him a meaningful look. His big, dark eyes sparkle with mischief and he gets to his feet again and stalks away from you, deliberately using his hips, then turns back to face you, runs his hand down the opening of his shirt, as he rolls his hips like a pro, then pulls it away and quickly back, flashing you his collarbones. The other boys are not quiet during this risque floorshow, of course. Hong-Joong is followed by whoops, cheers and clapping as he grabs his belt buckle again and performs a series of flawless body rolls, with an adorably cheeky smile. That is until he gets it into his head to fling himself onto the ground and grind his hips like he’s humping the air upon which Mingi swiftly intervenes, marching over to pull his pocket-sized hyung to his feet with a warning yell: “Ahhhhh! Stop that! Too far!”

Hong-Joong giggles with wide-eyed protests of his innocence, then prances out of Mingi’s reach before flinging himself back at the ground and humping the floor this time.

“Right, good, good, enough!” Mingi objects, pulling his hyung to his feet again. Hong-Joong feigns innocence again and then winks at you, before smacking his hand against his own thigh and grinding his hips.

“Mingi!” You gesture for him to move aside. “Let Joong finish his dance, okay?” you object. “Who knows, he might be transmitting vital information to me about what order he likes it in bed, and now you’re ruining the narrative,” you joke. Mingi and San make fake-retching gestures while the others laugh gleefully, except for Seonghwa, who looks like he’d rather just unsee everything he’s seen in the last five minutes.

“Hong-ssi!” you call over to him. Having been somewhat sulkily watching the others tease him, he now cocks his head on the side and gives you an aegyo pose. You laugh and shake your head at him. “Stop that and finish your dance. You've obviously spent a lot of time preparing it," you acknowledge, earning yourself another of his bright, pretty smiles. He spins once, recentres himself with a cute little pout, and then sashays over to you and kicks his legs over your thighs to lower himself onto your lap, with one hand supporting him from behind so he can thrust his hips forward.

Head lowered Hong-Joong gives you a smoking-hot look, up through his eyelashes, somehow managing not to break his character as your heart thumps in your chest, sending you giddy with desire for him. Seonghwa grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. Mingi yells in protest, Wooyoung woops in encouragement and the others are still giggling but noticeably more nervously than they were before. You ignore everyone but your pretty tiger-boy, who is now writhing in your lap, as he slowly and sensuously unbuttons and then divests himself of his shirt. You dart a glance at Seonghwa and mouth ‘am I allowed to?’, gesturing at Hong-Joong’s now-naked torso. Seonghwa looks aggrieved, but shrugs, indicating he has no idea nor opinion on the subject, so you resist the temptation and keep your hands by your sides as Hong-Joong climbs off you, pirouettes so that he’s facing the rest of the room, and then sits back in your lap, facing away from you, arching his back like a cat and reaching behind himself to grab your neck and pull you, finally, into a messy kiss.

You wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer and he makes a cute, pleased noise, but then pulls himself away and stands up, turning to face you, with his hands at his belt buckle. You hold your breath as his fingers work the buckle undone and he flips the top button of his jeans undone, but at this point even Seonghwa shuts him down, dashing over to bend his leader’s arms behind his back.

“Alright, Hong-Joong-ssi! That’s quite enough of that - none of the rest of us want to know what colour your panties are, thank you.

“Mwo?! Hajima!” Hong-Joong yelps, as he twists about, trying to free his trapped wrists from Seonghwa’s grip.

“Wait, wait, wait…” you object, trying to pacify Seonghwa without upsetting his pretty captive. “Why don’t you guys take five...ten even and go investigate the event situation downstairs? I’ll stay here with this little tiger and let him finish his performance, okay?” Hong-Joong’s pout quickly transforms into one of his devilish smirks, knowing his hyung can’t see his face from his vantage point. Seonghwa’s shoulders drop as he sighs his agreement to the proposal.

“Fine,” he allows with another exasperated sigh. “I know he’s been working on this all week, but I thought he was just going to do a muck-around kind of sexy dance and then let it go. I didn’t know he had a full striptease planned,” he defends himself. You give him an incredulous look and shake your head, amused.

“Seriously, Hwa? Does Joong ever do anything by halves?” you point out. Seonghwa shrugs in acknowledgement. “I mean you know him better than I do, so I don’t know what you were expecting, in all honesty,” you laugh. Seonghwa calls to the others that they’re all going to go set up downstairs and they readily agree, chasing each other out the door and leaving Seonghwa to release Hong-Joong’s wrists and follow them out, shaking his head at you both.

Hong-Joong rubs his wrists experimentally, resets his music and then returns to his theme, stalking back and forth in front of you like the tiger as which he’s ostensibly dressed. He gives you a showcase of some of his sexier moves while he waits for a suitable section of the music and then picks up where he left off, swivelling his hips where he stands directly in front of you, and then slowly unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his skinny jeans with his crotch at your eye-level. You swallow hard, trying not to give in to the temptation, as he bends down to your face level, locking his gorgeous dark eyes with yours and then starts to slowly ease his jeans down over his hips and off his legs, never once breaking your intense, smouldering eye-contact until he’s left in only his tiger-ears, the silver jewellery he never seems to be without...and scarlet-red boxer-briefs.

You try not to stare, though you can quite clearly see the outline of his evident erection through the cotton of his knickers and it’s becoming almost impossible not to touch his naked chest with his dark nipples standing up perkily and his gorgeous clavicles just begging to be kissed. He doesn’t help matters by stalking across the room, dropping to his knees and literally crawling across the floor to end his performance with his head resting on your lap. You raise your hand to stroke his hair gently away from his eyes and he sits back on his knees, cute, with his hands neatly on the front of his naked thighs.

“Can you do the last part, noona?” he asks you softly. “I’m shy.”

“Now you’re shy?!” you dispute him incredulously, with a disbelieving giggle. He nods, unabashed, adjusts his eyelashes with his pointer finger and then looks at you expectantly. You shake your head, trying to stop a smirk from sneaking across your lips, and stand up to lead him over to one of the futons that management leave out for the members to nap on, once they’re no longer trainees.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s take care of this little problem of yours then,” you tease him, deliberately brushing his erection with the tips of your fingers and making him gasp, then moan softly. You pull him down on top of you, kissing him as you get your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slip them down his legs. He, in turn, pulls the short skirt of your costume out of his way, tweaks your knickers aside with his one unpainted fingernail and then thrusts himself into you with a loud groan of relief, rocking his hips back and forth as you wrap him in your legs and pull him against you.

“Oh my God, ne! Fuck me, Hong-ssi! Harder! Harder-oh-GOD!” you moan, encouraging him. “Oh my...shibal...you were so hot, teasing me with that dance, you know that?” you tell him, between kisses. “I wanted to touch you so much!” He giggles, obviously happy with himself, and keeps kissing your neck and down onto your chest as you praise him. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself clench around him and then the release of your orgasm floods you, making your whole body tingle with pleasure. You cling onto Hong-Joong, wanting to make sure he finishes as well, wanting to reward him for all his efforts. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as his moans get louder and his hips pump faster and faster until all at once his body shudders and you feel him fill you up, before he collapses next to you, panting for breath.

“I guess we should go downstairs so I can see what other fun and games have been planned,” you tell him with a little smile. He winks and sticks his tongue out teasingly.

“My present was definitely the best though, right?” he checks. You kiss him softly on the lips, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Definitely,” you reassure him, making him beam as he follows you over to collect his discarded clothing and dress himself.

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cherryatiny · 3 years

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𝙏𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 - 𝙅.𝙔𝙃

⩥𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧!𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤 (𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯) 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

⩥𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙤𝙣-𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝘼𝙐

⩥𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3,0𝙠

⩥𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨'𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠-𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞-𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚

⩥𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡), 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚

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Salty tears already at the brim of eyes, from the harsh words that came out of her bosses mouth. All this only because she submitted a work, one hour later than she was supposed to.

As she sat down at her desk, her head fallen in her palms, trying hard to stop herself from starting to cry. No crying in front of her boss. She can’t show him how his words affected her, how it breaks her when someone doesn’t validate her hard work and shouts at her.

Turning off her PC and arranging her work for the next day, the young girl was prepared to leave work and go home where her loving boyfriend Hyunsoo was waiting, the sound of her phone’s notification stopping her actions.

Picking up her smartphone and opening it with her fingermark, she saw a notification from Hyunsoo, quickly opening it to see what he wanted. If he hadn’t burnt the kitchen while trying to cook, it should be okay. At least that’s what she thought.

HyunHyun: Y/N, let’s break up

HyunHyun: I know it’s lame to announce through a message

HyunHyun: I didn’t want to see you cry, it’ll make me regret my actions

HyunHyun: But I just can’t keep on pretending my feelings for someone, when I lost them a long time ago

HyunHyun: I’ve already taken my belongings from your flat, so you don’t have to bother with it

HyunHyun: I found a girl I’m really happy to be with

HyunHyun: And I hope you’ll also find someone, who’ll be the right one and make you happy

HyunHyun: But it’s not me

HyunHyun: Live a good life, Y/N, you deserve only the best

She couldn’t believe what she just saw. Her now ex-boyfriend broke up with her. Over a text. The incident with her boss already forgotten as tears spilt down her cheeks. Eyes redder than blood, mascara running down her cheeks, and the top of her blouse already soaked from the tears.

This can’t be happening to her, not now, not today. She and Hyunsoo were meant to be, this must be some misunderstanding. She rushed home, only to find an empty flat, no more Hyunsoo’s dirty t-shirts, no sink full of unwashed bowls and plates, only his keys laying on the kitchen counter with a note.

„My keys.

When we run into each other one day, let’s not feel any hatred or malice. My feelings for you were sincere, unfortunately, they disappeared over the years, I still wish you the best.

- HyunHyun“

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„Like... can you believe what he did, what a jerk. Break up with me through a message? He couldn’t even grow a pair and say it to my face, coward.“

Y/N has been babbling to her friend about her ex for over 2 hours now, still not understanding the fact how could he break up with her over a text.

„Look Y/N, I’m not going to comfort you with those stupid lines like ‘it is not your fault’, ‘it is his loss’, ‘maybe he was not the one’, but maybe just think of this as an opportunity to meet someone better, someone, who will love you and won’t meet other women behind your back.“

„I know, I know Sora, but I just, wasn’t prepared for this, he could have at least say it to my face and not act like he loved me for over three years. Today is really the worst day ever, my boss scolded me for nothing today, then Hyunsoo broke up with me, and now I’m probably going to throw up, from how bad this alcohol taste.“

Y/N sighed and kept playing with the straw in her drink, thinking about how hopeless everything was. She was about to lose her job and now she had no one who will comfort her after a bad day at work.

„Sora let’s go to a club, what do you think? Dance the sorrow away and hook up with some guys. You know, my sex life with Hyunsoo was disastrous, most of the time he couldn’t even get it up, and when he did, he came after a few minutes and left me with no orgasm. Now I’m finally free to get some good dick, without cheating on anyone.“

„Y/N aren’t you a bit tipsy? Let’s do this another day since you’re too drunk and afflicted, I don’t want you to do something stupid, you’ll regret it the next morning. I’ll call you a taxi to take you home, honey.“

Sora picked her phone up and dialled a phone number of a taxi driver, ordering the taxi to come pick up Y/N at the bar.

„The taxi was near, so it'll be here in 5 minutes, get your coat and try to not forget anything.”

As the two girls paid for their drinks, they went outside the bar to wait for the taxi. Autumn breeze caressing their cheeks, with coldness, colourful leaves falling on the path.

Soon after a yellow car with a 'TAXI' written on the side, was nearing the two figures. Sora opened the door, to talk to the taxi driver.

„Hey, um please take my friend Y/N to ***, she's a little bit drunk and afflicted, so if she starts babbling nonsense, don't mind her.”

The taxi driver smiled and nodded in understatement to Sora's words, as she pulled Y/N closer to her, to help her get into the back of the car. Y/N resisted and rather sat at the front

„Bye Y/N, call me when you get home and make yourself some good green tea to flow away the toxins and alcohol. And eat something, you'll get sober faster.”

Y/N waved her hand at her and closed the door, finally sighing and relieving after the hard day.

The car ride was quiet, the driver probably didn't want to make it awkward and force her to talk, since she was probably nauseous, but it had the opposite effect because of the awkward silence. The fact that Y/N couldn't get her eyes off the driver, didn't make it any better.

Dark piercing eyes, focused on the road, as his big, veiny hands with long and slim fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Occasionally twirling it to the right or left. His black hair with middle-part showing off part of his forehead making him even more attractive, if that was possible. She just couldn't take her eyes off the handsome man.

„Uhm, do you want me to turn on the radio or do you wanna talk maybe...?”

„You can talk, I'll just listen.. tell me something about you Mr. taxi driver”

„Well, I don't really have anything to talk about, but if that's what you want, your wish is my command I guess. Uhm... my name is Yunho, and I've been a taxi driver for two years, apart from that, my life is just pretty boring, when I don't work I usually go to the dance studio or am out with my friends, that's all I really don't know what to talk about.”

„Okay if you don't want to talk, then listen pretty boy, this is the worst day of my life, I was the whipping-boy for my boss today and then my boyfriend broke up with me after cheating on me... why did this happen to me? I did nothing wrong in my life, all I did was work hard and this is how society repays me. Can you believe it?”

„Well, look, I’m a single taxi-driver. I have no boss or a partner who’d cheat on me, so I don’t think I can give you any valued advice, but maybe try to be more positive? Think of it as an opportunity, to meet someone better I guess.“

'The sane shit Sora told me' thought Y/N. She lied back on her seat as the car stopped because of a traffic jam. With the alcohol banging in her head, she leaned a bit closer, her hand landing on Yunho’s muscular thigh to stabilize herself. Yunho could feel her hot breath on his neck as she just noiselessly stared at him.

„Y/N ehm.. what are you doing.“

„Just observing you. You know Yunho, you’re much more attractive than my ex, I would swap you two right away.“

„I think you’re too drunk, Y/N. Just wait until we get to the address your friend gave me, I think the traffic jam will go away soon.“

As Yunho said that, Y/N just moved her hand more up his thigh, close to his crotch, her fingertips fiddling with the material of his jeans. His breathing quickening, his legs shaking as he saw the traffic moving, leg accelerating the speed by stepping in the accelerator.

„Y/N-ah... you’re drunk.“

Yunho pulled the car over to the side of the road, in the middle of nothing. No cars, no people. Perfect. His hands fell and gripped her wrists. He knew this wasn't right, she was his customer after all, but he couldn't resist.

„Don’t start what you can’t handle.“

He turned to look at Y/N’s flushed face, leaning closer to her, lips attacking her neck and leaving kitten licks and bites. His hand going up to her thigh, slipping under her skirt, rubbing her clit through the material of her panties.

„Spread your legs for me, baby.“

Yunho pulled his seat down into a horizontal position, tapping his thighs, motioning for Y/N to straddle his lap. Y/N undid her seat-belt and sat on Yunho’s crotch, his bulge getting more and more visible as arousal filled the car.

Yunho let his hand do the magic, as soft and drunk moans left Y/N’s lips. Yunho connecting their lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth to suppress her moans.

As he broke up the connection between their lips a string of saliva dripping down their lips on the seat.

Her hips brushing and grinding on him, the material of his jeans stimulating her clitoris delicately. Leaning in to unzip his leather jacket. Yunho stripped of his t-shirt as Y/N did the same with her dress, leaving her only in her panties and bra, which didn’t last long as Yunho sat and adjusted himself, his chest pressing against her as he unclipped her bra, letting it fall.

„Are you sure you want to-“

„Shut up and kiss me.“

„Oh baby, you’re not the one to give commands.”

His hands wrapped around her, pulling her down to lay on top of him, his lips kissing her hungrily, his hands coming up to grasp her breasts.

„Unzip my pants and fuck yourself on my big cock, as I suck on these pretty tits.“

Y/N clenched on nothing, his dirty words arousing her more than she expected, whimpering and adjusting herself on his much bigger figure. Her fingers unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers to his knees. Subconsciously gulping at the sight of his erected cock, certainly the biggest dick she’s ever seen or had in her. How the fuck was it going to fit?

„Impressed? Get to work then. I’m sure your pretty little pussy will take it.“

She grabbed his member and slid it along her lips, wetting his tip with her slick, as she positioned his tip to her entrance. Sinking slowly to let herself adjust to his size, moans and whimpers left her swollen lips.

„Fuck baby, you're taking me so well, so tight and warm.”

Y/N let her hips sink up and down on Yunho's bottom, his hands found their way to cup her breasts. Fondling and caressing them. His fingertips rubbing and pinching her hardened nipples. Hands roaming all over her body, enjoying the view of Y/N fucking herself on his big dick.

Seeing the pleasure in her eyes and feeling the knot creating in his lower stomach, signalizing his climax, his fingers went lower and lower, down to where their bodies were connected, parting her folds which glistened from all the arousal.

His thumb pressing against her clit, Y/N’s walls clenching around Yunho’s length from the unexpected pleasure, sharp inhales were heard as the feeling of his thumb pressing against her nub added to the pleasure of his girthy dick hitting her g-spot. His thumb began to draw circles around her clit, bringing Y/N closer to her orgasm.

Her smaller frame spasming on top of him, hands gripping on the seat under them, juices spilling on his dick as her velvet walls clenched around him.

„Cu-cum in me Yunho, I’m on the pill“ blabbering leaving her lips, as Yunho thrust his hips into hers from below as he released his semen into her hole.

Yunho flipped both of them, so that he was on top, as he looked at her fucked figure, Y/N still breathing heavily from the intense session with him. His lips attaching themself to her neck and collar bones, licking and biting marks on her.

Moans left her lips at Yunho’s dirty words, nodding her head as she looked at the handsome man on top of her, his broad shoulders and muscular chest, covering her frame, feeling so small underneath him. His hands grabbing her legs as he bends them in knees, to help him position himself better in between her legs.

„Fuck, Y/N, you felt so good, I loved the way your tits bounced as you fucked yourself on me, so pretty for me.

Maybe I should be the one to fuck you this time, fuck the cum deep into your cunt, would you like that beautiful?“

„Put your legs on my shoulders.“

Y/N straightened her legs and laid them on his shoulders, Yunho wrapping his hands around them and leaving small kisses on them, going from her ankles up to her thighs. Detaching himself from her legs, he positioned his tip by her pussy, smacking it on her clit, and slipping into her.

Y/N shuddered as his girth stretched her hole, still not used to the feeling, stretching her far beyond what she was used to. Containing her whimpers as Yunho started to slam his hips into her, holding her by her legs to keep her in the place.

She held onto his shoulders, to stabilise herself, so she’s not bouncing too much on the seat, crying out from the position of Yunho’s hips, The angle hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Beads of sweat creating on his exposed forehead, their heavy panting filling the small space of the taxi car.

His eyes diverting down from her beautiful face, the bulge in her stomach catching his attention. Fingers going down to caress and press on it. Loving the way her small body couldn’t even take his dick.

„Aww baby, look at the bulge in your tummy, do you see how your small body can’t take my big dick, so small and fragile, I just want to wreck you and see you break apart on my dick.“

Whimpers leaving her mouth from the sight of the bulge in her stomach, pout forming on her lips, Yunho loved the way her eyes shut tightly.

„Don’t grit your teeth and let those sinful sounds come out, tell me how good I make you feel.“

Only blabbers leaving her mouth as she tried to say something.

„Oh so cute, is my dick making you feel so good that you can’t even say something coherent? Are you going to cum soon, baby?“

„Y-yes ah Yunho.“ Tears spilling out of her shut eyes from the endless thrusts of his hips into her bottom half. Feeling Y/N cum all over him, it took only a few more thrust of his hips to release himself into her, loud grunts falling from his lips.

When they both came down from their climaxes, their breath steadying. Kissing her lips and sitting down to dress himself and then dress Y/N.

„Yunho? Uhm, do you want to come over? You know... to clean yourself and maybe eat something, I’m a pretty good cook.“

„I’d love that, Y/N.“

„Uhm, I-I’ll get you a towel and something to get dressed in, so you can shower while I cook...“

As Yunho dressed her, Y/N sat down on the passenger seat, he pulled his seat up and drove to the final destination which was Y/N’s place.

As Y/N unlocked the door to her quiet and empty apartment, they both stepped in.

„No, either you go shower and I cook, or you shower with me and then we’ll cook together.“

„Shower together it is then.“

Y/N intervened her fingers with Yunho’s as she took him into the shower. Both of them rubbing off the dirt of each other as they laughed and smiled together. The smell of bubblegum and flower shampoo filling the air.

„Y/N stay still as I dry you.“

They both bundled each other into bathrobes soft and fluffy smiles on their faces. Putting on some underwear underneath those bathrobes, the two of them went to the kitchen to cook something to eat. Deciding to make some broccoli pasta with cheese, since broccoli was the only thing in her empty refrigerator.

„Eat Y/N, it’ll help you get sober faster, don’t make me feed you...“

Even though it might not be understandable for some people, the two of them felt like they’ve known each other forever and a day.

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Y/N rubbed her eyes, quiet snores were coming out of the manly figure laying next to her, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to his bare and warm chest, his face snuggled into the crook of her neck. Maybe Hyunsoo’s idea to break-up with you wasn’t that bad after all...

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serendipityunho · 4 years

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❀ Genre: smut, angst, college au ❀ Pairing: dom!Seonghwa x brat!Reader (fem.) ❀ Word Count: 5.3k ❀ Warnings: explicit language, intoxication, brat taming, hair-pulling, fingering, biting kink, blowjob, teasing, clit play, dirty talk, begging, explicit sexual intercourse, a little bit of a fight between seonghwa and yunho, yunho got his feelings hurt :(

❀ Synopsis: "This party's boring, wanna get out of here?", may have perhaps led you to make the biggest mistake of your life by sleeping with your best friend's other best friend, your best friend who happens to be in love with you.

Another year, another number changed on his age. Despite that change, Yunho would always remain a child at heart, getting excited and wide-eyed at the birthday cake you’d always bake him. But for the past couple of years, there’s been a twist, he was able to drink legally. Since then, parties and gatherings were always wild, bringing a new meaning to the word ‘celebration’.

You’d do anything for your best friend, and he’d do anything for you. Yunho was there for you since you could remember, he was the first to show up with a bandaid when you fell off your bike or when you tripped over the rock chasing him around his house. It was an unbreakable bond, everyone knew it, they could see it, how close the two of you are.

“One time for the birthday bitch- Ow! What was that for?” Mingi shot Yunho a hurtful look as he rubbed his arm from Yunho’s warning punch.

“Call me a bitch one more time and let’s see where that leads you,” he was obviously kidding, who in their right mind would ever dare to harm Mingi? All he does is just vibe in his own little world, smiling at every living thing.

This year, it was a whole lot more different compared to his usual birthday bashes. The girls, the beer kegs, the rave lights, the party animals? Not a single one in sight. Yunho thought it was time for a change in the annual scenery, it definitely let the both of you breathe a little bit more.

To be honest, it felt quite unusual without the booming music and sweaty bodies sexually grinding against one another. Not that you were complaining, it was a relief not to witness any more wild scenes.

Last time, San had to get stitches on his head as a result of slipping off the diving board. And Mingi? Let’s spare the details and just say his chest was in pain from a Hennessy-drunk-Wooyoung trying to vacuum his ‘tiddies’. Don’t ask how he managed to secure a vacuum in the first place.

“Happy birthday, shithead,” was the first thing you say to him, pulling yourself onto one of the kitchen stools as you watch him gulp down a cup of whatever mix of alcohol he had swirling in there.

“Thank you, shithead, want a drink?” Yunho always offered you drinks whenever he had the chance, getting you drunk was always his favourite thing to do. Why? It was so he could freely express his feelings for you without the fear of you remembering it the next day.

How did you know that? Yunho had once underestimated your drinking ability. It was quite a night to remember when Yunho mistook your fuller cup of alcohol for his, making him spew out the most cooing confession you’ve ever heard.

It honestly didn’t come as a surprise. One of you was doomed to fall for the other, he just happened to be the first.

“No thanks, we’re keeping it calm this time, remember?”

“Right, right. Calm.”

Several of his friends had been invited to Yunho’s little birthday gathering. They had just been as confused as you were when you were told there was no big party this year. But, of course, none of them questioned the birthday boy of his intentions.

You’ve familiarised yourself with their faces around campus, but San and Wooyoung were the only two you’ve actually brought yourself to talk to beside Mingi occasionally. The two were tight-knit, maybe even more so than Yunho and yourself. A pair who wreak chaos and havoc everywhere they go. No one could ever forget the time Wooyoung walked the walk of shame with nothing but a pizza box covering his lower region and San’s beanie on his head.

“You never told me what’s with the sudden change,” no one had really asked Yunho, maybe that’s what he liked about them, the suppressed urge to ask a million questions. “No girls accepted your party invites? Shocking.”

“No, it’s not that,” Yunho sighed, leaning back against the counter with his hand wrapped on the edge. “I can’t have big loud parties for the rest of my life, you know?”

“And what about it?”

“Don’t know, I just felt like having people I actually care about here,” it was rare to have a friend like Yunho, sure he was easy to talk to but that doesn’t automatically make someone his friend. “A time where I don’t have to fake a smile for an entire night because that shit just makes my face cramp.”

“Oh, please, don’t get all soft on me now. It’s your birthday, cheer up a bit, yeah?” You punched his shoulder playfully before hopping off the stool, grabbing his hand to lead him to the yelling boys in the backyard.

“Pftt- I’m not getting soft, you know it’s the Vodka.” oh, the excuses always amazed you.

You could feel goosebumps poking out from under your cold skin, the night was chilly with a few waves of shivering breezes, you couldn’t help but mentally scold yourself for forgetting to bring a jumper with you. Yunho probably had none left considering you’ve stolen almost all of them to bring home.

It was a mystery how none of these boys reacted the way you did to the cold, it was as if their skin was ice itself. They just continued yelling and throwing arms around each other like it wasn’t a single care in the world. The brooding effects of alcohol, you could say.

Yunho wasn’t particularly a wild drunk, but when he was, it was something that needed to be recorded and watched the morning after. He was never wildly drunk at his big birthday bashes but tonight was, as said, different. Drowning himself in bottles of soju until his pale skin flushed bright red, Jongho could probably mistake it for an apple and break his skull. God hopes that doesn’t happen.

Despite familiarising yourself with the new crew, there was one who you couldn’t help but pay attention to more. He wasn’t like the others, he didn’t give off San and Wooyoung’s chaotic behaviour, he didn’t carry Hongjoong’s talkative manner and he definitely doesn’t seem like he would replicate Mingi’s clumsiness or Jongho’s bright personality.

The best you could assume from this boy was that he would probably share the same bluntness as Yeosang. Cold and blunt. Nothing else.

Park Seonghwa.

There was something about him. Maybe it was the sense of mystery that caused him to occupy most of your headspace. He looks like he holds a lot of mystery, mysteries you were eager to explore.

You didn’t even realise you were staring blankly at him until the brooding pair of dark brown eyes met yours from across the circle of fold-out chairs, making you choke on the cheap liquor before quickly snapping your gaze away from the boy and to the drunken group of boys looking like they were playing ring-around-the-rosie.

It was just the two of you. Sitting in the array of seating with live entertainment before your eyes. Entertainment as in watching Mingi trying to lick his elbow. You could’ve sworn the people in front of you were simply just children in the bodies of grown men. Where did Yunho even find these boys?

Amusement from watching the chaos unfold before you quickly washed away as you kept your seat warm, watching your liquor hitting the sides of your cup as you lazily mixed it. Laughter boomed recurrently throughout the backyard, something that was honestly keeping you awake for the night.

You hate to say it but, you were bored as fuck.

Sure, it was nice to stray away from Yunho’s regular birthday bashes but a little more entertainment rather than alcohol and snacks would’ve been a little nice. The several bodies of young men seem like they’re having the time of their lives just dancing on the edge of the pool right now, one was surely destined to fall in and cause a chain reaction.

Seeing Yunho so happy and not actually fake smiling was enough to convince you to stay and not drag him to the closest nightclub. What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

“Hey,” the voice was nothing like you’d expect, soft and comforting but deep and brooding at the same time, making you snap your attention to the boy sitting down on the chair next to you.

“Hi,” was he as bored as you were? Looked like it. His cup was nearly as empty as yours.

“How long have you known Yunho?” Seonghwa asked, slouching back against the flimsy chair as he downed the last of his drink.

“Since we took our first baby steps. Childhood friend, and you?”

“Known the big guy since highschool,” that’s weird, Yunho never mentioned a guy named Park Seonghwa once in his life till now. Let alone, you’ve never even seen him around school since the two of you went together.

“I don’t remember him telling me about you until now. Did you go to the same school as us?”

“I studied abroad in Australia, that’s why he never mentioned me. Thought our friendship wouldn’t last by the time I got back so there was no point in bragging about it.”

Well that explains it then.

“Huh, interesting,” despite sitting a few feet away from the pool, the lights had illuminated his face perfectly, showing off his sharp features you were able to admire from up close when he moved seats next to you. There was one thing you were captivated by the most. His eyes.

They were very alluring eyes, it was as if they were hand-sculpted by an almighty deity itself.

His leather jacket framed his figure perfectly, a beautiful man with a sense of style? Makes you wonder if he has a girlfriend.

“Yeah, look,” Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his sleek black hair before inching closer to you. “I don’t know how to say this but, this party is getting boring. Wanna get out of here?”

And so you were right.

“As much as I would like to, I don’t think I should keep him out of my sight.”

“We can just go somewhere more calmer like upstairs if you want?” You wanted to snort at his desperation. It was clear what his intentions were and he obviously wasn’t trying to hide it. Yet, you weren’t willing to hide yours either.

“Yeah,” you smirked, licking your top row of teeth before pushing yourself off the chair. “We can go upstairs.”

Seonghwa didn’t even bat an eye before taking a hold of your hand in his, literally dragging you back inside the house where he discarded his empty solo cup in the trash along with yours. The source of laughter grew quieter as the two of you descended further into the house, silently navigating up the staircase with nothing in mind other than the fact that both of you were obviously desperate for some sort of action.

Your easy agreement probably made it sound like you were one of people who slept with anyone they could, but that wasn’t the case. Turning down boys was practically your profession. But with Park Seonghwa? You wanted a taste of that.

You wanted a taste of his mystery, you wanted a touch of that tattoo strip on the side of his neck and the ones on his fingers. You just wanted to feel the flexed bicep underneath the tough leather jacket and the alcohol kissed lips against your neck and preferably on every inch of your body.

Who could blame you for wanting to?

“I didn’t think you were the desperate type,” Seonghwa lows, pushing you against the bedroom door as he locked it.

“I’m not,” your eyes flicker up to his, smirking as you place a hand on the side of his neck, tracing his tattoo with your finger. “You just happened to catch my attention recently.”

“I’m flattered, really,” Seonghwa smirked, eyeing your features with his arms caging you between his body and the door.

“Just fucking kiss me already.”

“Oh, you’re so desperate for me to just fuck you right now aren’t you?” Seonghwa growled, grabbing your waist and pushing you backwards onto the bed until you were flat on your back.

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to beg for it,” patience wasn’t really on your side, you weren’t gifted with it at all. Especially when it came to fucking.

“Alright, bet.”

A pair of luscious lips slammed against yours in a matter of seconds, Seonghwa was pushing your body deeper into the mattress as his knee pushed open your legs and hands sliding up from your sides to your hands. It was as if you were kissing nothing but mouldable chocolate that tasted of a faint strawberry chapstick, kissing it so hungrily.

“You think I can’t make you beg? Just watch,” Seonghwa’s lips hovered over yours, barely parted as he pushed your legs further apart with his knee, fingers popping the button of your jeans before pulling down its zipper.

“I don’t give in ea- shit,” your head lurched forward as Seonghwa pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly before guiding it down to your folds and cloaking his fingers with your wetness.

“Fuck, what was that? Starting to get wet for me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have a stiffy here,” you could feel Seonghwa’s hard-on underneath his jeans rubbing against your thigh, making you smirk before subtly moving your leg.

“Are you trying to make me beg? No, I don’t play like that,” Seonghwa lowered his face against your neck with a low groan, sinking his long fingers into your pussy with ease before pumping them in and out, earning a quiet whine from you.

“Tsk, tsk, I can do this all night, you know?” You could feel a smirk against your neck, the chilling inhales and exhales against your skin sent shivers down your spine as Seonghwa quickened the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you, causing your knees wanting to shut close.

“Fuck- Seonghwanggha,” he wasn’t kidding when he said he could make you beg. You were literally on the verge of it. His fingers weren’t enough and he knew that, they were just enough.

“Aw, are you getting needy? Hm? Do you want more?” The tease sent your brain into a frenzy, cloaked with a thick film of haze as Seonghwa starts to rub your clit with the palm of his hand while still fucking you with his fingers.

“Yes, jesus fucking christ- yes!”

“Yes what? Hm? What do you want?”

“You.”

“I need you to say it.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod- I want you to fuck me.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear that.”

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me- ughhnah fuck,” a sharp pain brews against your neck, Seonghwa had caught the flesh of your neck between his teeth, biting it while pulling your jeans and panties down to the floor.

A moan slips out of your mouth as Seonghwa licks the spot on your neck, kissing it before sucking on your jawline. The sudden idea of where you were and what you were doing left your mind like a flash, all you could think of was being touched, touched by Seonghwa and kissing his tattoos on his fingers that were knuckles deep inside of you.

“Told you I would make you beg.”

Underestimation was always your weakness, tonight was a clear sign you should probably stop doing that.

“You flatter yourself too damn much,” you grit, flipping Seonghwa onto his back before lowering yourself onto the waistband of his black jeans, eyeing his bulging erection with a smirk.

“But was I wrong? I don’t think so,” Seonghwa sits up, holding the side of your face in one of his hands before sliding them up to your hair. Your mouth shoots wide open as Seonghwa suddenly grabs a hold of your hair, pulling it back to expose the bruised skin on your neck.

Oh, how much you wanted to just rip his tongue out for his reckless teasing. It was driving you wild, too insanely wild. But you love it.

His belt unbuckled with ease as you yank his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his hardened cock that just hit his stomach. Your shirt already found itself discarded onto the floor with the rest of the items pulled off your body, as if they were just another decorative piece on the floor.

The longer he watched you with a cocky smirk, the more you wanted to just slap it off. But you were so turned on. So, so turned on you could practically feel your wetness smearing between your thighs.

A small wince shot out from above you as Seonghwa hissed through his gritted teeth, staring down at his dick in the palm of your hands, squeezing it lightly before slowly pumping. You knew if you decided to tease him, it wouldn’t end well for you, what else could you expect from a man like this?

“Jesus fucking christ,” Seonghwa moans, head falling back as he props himself up with his elbows. The tip of his dick was itching to hit the back of your throat any second now, just waiting for him to buck his hip up into your mouth.

It was the brief groan from the back of your throat that sent Seonghwa’s thighs squirming and abdomen tensing hard. You could tell he was enjoying the way your tongue swirled around the base of his cock, pressing against his length with enough pressure to have him gripping your hair.

Just the sound of him reacting to your mouth sent your head into a cloud full of lust. You wanted more and the best you could do at the moment was just rub your thighs together in anticipation as your eyes shot up to Seonghwa’s, droopy and filled with nothing but desperation.

“Fuck, you’re good,” his scrunched up face said it all. “Come here.”

You remove your lips from his throbbing length with a kissing sound before climbing on top of him only to be flipped right around, wrists pinned down on either side of your head. It was impressive how he could do that so nonchalantly with nothing but a cocky smirk.

“I should’ve guessed you were a brat,” Seonghwa hissed, brushing his tip against your clit. The urge to just buck your hips against his was killing you but you knew it would only do more harm than pleasure.

“Then I guess you better fuck me like one.”

The fire in his eyes was more than any sentence. His desire was fuming inside him, eager to cloud his judgement the moment your hole stretched from his length suddenly sliding into you.

He sure knew how to work his dick right when a grunt outed from your mouth as Seonghwa hooked his hips at an angle before thrusting. The eye-rolling pleasure only lasted a few seconds before Seonghwa quickened his pace, starting to snap his hips into you as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders.

Fuck, you wanted to kiss him, but he knew what he was doing to you. He was doing it on purpose. There was no way he was going to let you kiss him. No way to busy your mouth as moans escape it recklessly.

“Ohffuck-” your head was growing lighter and lighter by the second, back arched off the mattress by now if it wasn’t for Seonghwa pushing your knees against your chest.

It was quite embarrassing hearing just your moans bouncing off the walls of this room as Seonghwa was pile-driving you deep into the bed, it only made you more desperate to crash your lips onto Seonghwa’s to deafen them. You really didn’t want to bite down on your arm, but you were more desperate than ever.

“Aw, why are you being so quiet hm? Is this dick not satisfying you enough?” Seonghwa smirks from above you, parting his lips so you could finally hear his staggered breathing.

“Y-Yeah, something like t-that- unghh,” sarcasm was undoubtedly your go-to method to cope with certain situations, but this time it was sarcasm that would get you more than you asked for.

“Oh? You really want to fucking play like that? You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

Emptiness looms in your heat as Seonghwa pulls out, latching either side of your waist before flipping you around on your stomach in a flash. A surprised gasp left your lips as he stingingly squeezed the flesh of your ass with a chuckle, hoisting you onto your knees.

“You really think you’re different from everyone el- mhmmh,” your snarky remark was cut short when you felt a hand push the side of your face against the mattress, legs twitching as Seonghwa thrust himself into you once again.

“You’re getting on my goddamn nerves,” Seonghwa snarls, keeping a tight grip on your hair in his fist as the other hand smoothes over your side.

The pumping pleasure coursing through your body felt electric, making you feel like you were above the clouds with each hard thrust. You could feel your ass bouncing as Seonghwa’s thrusts became sloppy, louder as the room echoed with nothing but a mix of your lewd moans and slapping skin.

“Tsk, I can feel you shaking underneath me. Regretting it yet?”

“I can fucking handle it, shut up,” you weren’t raised as no weak bitch.

“I really hope so,” well fuck. You could feel your thighs quivering as Seonghwa slowly pushed your legs further apart, stomach falling closer against the mattress. Just barely above it. “Impressive.”

It was a new angle that had you wanting to cry, with the way his cock hit deep in you and both of his hands either side of you holding him up. You couldn’t help but let your face fall against your arms, breathing as if it were your last and brows furrowed so hard you could feel your face about to cramp.

“Seonghw-aaahhmhm,” your legs twitched, pushing themselves higher off the mattress as your ass hits Seonghwa’s stomach with no choice. You couldn’t hold the position any longer unless you wanted to burst into tears from the burning in your thighs.

“What’s the matter huh? I thought you could handle it.”

“P-Please,” you cry.

“What do you want?”

“Kiss me- just please fucking kiss me,” your voice grew deeper and louder, desperation dripping from your tongue like poison as you push yourself off the mattress and flip Seonghwa onto his back with no time wasted in hoping your soaking wet cunt back on his length.

“Get your pretty lips here then,” your lips crashed harshly onto one another, teeth clashing as saliva coated your lips. The weak taste of his strawberry chapstick was still there and you loved it, love the way his lips moulded perfectly with yours each time as his hips snapped up into yours.

Seonghwa’s hands grip your hips roughly as he tries his best to hold them up with your legs quivering. His hips were snapping up briskly with a slap, shooting immense pleasure through your body like little sparks bottling into a ball in the deepest pit of your stomach.

“Oh fuck, right theremhmmgh right there,” you whisper a moan against his lips before letting your face fall in the nape of his neck, hand cupping the side of his face as the other grips the bedsheets.

Seonghwa just couldn’t control the loudness of his breathing anymore, grunting through gritted teeth as he shut his eyes close and glutes on fire with how rapid he was moving his hips. It was a breath-taking moment with your knuckles turning white and nails on the verge of tearing into the bedsheet as the pleasurable feeling of his cock pounding into you from below just pushing you to the edge of your combustion.

“Uggnghh- shitohmygod!” your fist loosened on the bedsheets before slamming them closer to your body, pushing yourself off of Seonghwa’s chest with a high-pitched moan and wide mouth as your brain turns into mush. Nothing but electrifying pleasure washed over you like a tsunami, making you clench tight around Seonghwa’s cock and gazing into his droopy lust-filled eyes.

A white film casts over your vision as you lower your lips onto Seonghwa’s, giving him a slow intent kiss as his hips calm down. Legs still quivering with the slightest movement as you lowered yourself with him, making his length slide out of you with ease and just poking at your stomach.

Seconds which felt like minutes went by with nothing but silence. Just basking in your own silent thoughts in your own heads.

You should’ve felt anything. Anything but guilt.

Why guilt? Out of all emotions, why guilt after fucking a stranger you just met? A stranger who was brought to you by your best friend. Your best friend who once confessed he loves you.

“This was a mistake,” you didn’t think twice before scattering to get your clothes, rushingly putting them back onto your body as Seonghwa was left there with confusion written all over his face.

“Wait,” he booms, “what do you mean this was a ‘mistake’?”

Seonghwa replicated your actions and started putting his clothes back on in a swift, still waiting for an answer after you responded with nothing but silence. He should’ve known, he was Yunho’s best friend too after all.

“Listen, just forget this ever happened, please,” just thinking about this night would eat you alive, and it would definitely kill Yunho from the inside.

Before Seonghwa could say anything, you dashed out of the bedroom door, skipping down the stairs with your heart pounding like crazy, ready to jump out of your chest. It wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps following you closely behind, which made you even more uneasy as you could tell he was desperate for answers.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem?” Seonghwa grabs you by the arm, halting you in your escape before letting go with a piercing stare. “You can’t just beg me to fuck you like that and say, oh, ‘this was a mistake’.”

You could tell he was mocking you, but you really couldn’t blame him. The only person to blame here was you. You should’ve known better than to sleep with one of Yunho’s best mates, especially when you knew the boy had deep feelings for you.

“Because it is a mistake,” you grit, “we can’t tell Yunho what happened… it’ll break him.”

In all honesty, it would break you more than him. Guilt was a more deadlier disease than heartbreak, it was worse when it came down to friendships more than love itself.

“Wha-”

“Can’t tell me what?”

Your eyes widen in shock as you snap your attention to the familiar voice behind you, already feeling a pang in your chest as your eyes locked onto Yunho’s innocent ones. Seonghwa kept quiet as you tried to choke out a few words to Yunho, flickering his gaze back and forth between the two of you.

“Um, nothing! Nothing, we were just getting to know each other, that all,” you try your hardest to make your fake smile not obvious, but it clearly wasn’t working with Yunho’s confused gaze turning into a suspicious one.

“Getting to know each other huh?” Yunho poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, running his eyes up and down the two of you.

“Yeah.”

“I could tell,” an octave drop in Yunho’s voice sent you breathing harder as his facial features hardened, soft brown loving eyes turned into a cold glare. “You fucking bastard.”

Yunho’s attention wasn’t on you anymore, it was focused on the person standing behind you. Everything happened so quickly, next thing you know, Yunho was pinning Seonghwa up against the wall by his collar, faces close in proximity with jaws clenched and fists balled.

“You fucking knew,” Yunho snarled, “and yet you still fucked her. I thought you were my best friend, Hwa. What the fuck happened to that huh?”

“H-How?” could he smell Seonghwa’s cologne on you? What the heck.

“Your shirt is inside out.”

Well, fuck. Not only did he catch you lying straight to his face but he caught his two best friends fucking each other, his best friend and someone who he had poured his heart and soul to.

“Yunho, please. I can ex-”

“You can explain? Yeah, alright go ahead, let’s hear what you have to say and if this motherfucker has anything else to add to it.”

“Yunho, get your hands off of me or we’re going to have a problem,” Seonghwa tries his best to pry Yunho’s grip from his collar, standing on his toes as he faces his deadly glare.

“We already have a problem, Hwa,” Seonghwa drops down with a thud as Yunho finally lets him go, throwing his glare back onto you. “Go ahead, say what you have to say.”

“I-I… we just… we were desperate, Yunho,” it wasn’t the best and most plausible excuse but it was honestly it.

“Desperate. Out of all people, you choose him? Are you serious? I don’t know if you got my hints, but fuck!”

“Yunho, I am so so sorry. Please, just-”

“God, I hate being in love with you!”

It was at that moment, you could see your world crumbling down as Yunho bites back a quiver. His eyes glossy and starting to frame with red as Seonghwa also couldn’t help but wear a remorseful face.

“Hey-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, Hwa,” Yunho aggressively brushed off Seonghwa’s hand on his shoulder, throwing him a side glare as he lowers his head. “Go home.”

“Woah, what is going on?” all three of your heads snapped up to a red flushed, drunk Mingi with a half empty bottle of soju in his hands stopping mid way with a questioning look on his face. Soon enough, the whole group of boys were here, standing behind Mingi with a replicated confused face.

“Everyone, go home. I’m not feeling good tonight,” Yunho pushed through the group of boys, passing to the kitchen where he grabbed a new cold bottle of soju from his fridge.

“Man, you sure? Want us to stay just in case?” Jongho spoke, brows raised as he was concerned for his gloomy looking friend.

“Mingi can stay, I don’t trust him alone at home while he’s drunk. Everyone else go home, please.”

“Yun-”

“I said leave,” you could barely even choke out his name before getting cut off again, guilt slowly but painfully chewing away at bits of your soul.

“Alright, you heard the man. Leave him be,” Yeosang took the liberty to usher everyone out with swaying arm movements, clueless of what had unfolded before everyone had walked in.

Mingi smiled brightly, waving his goodbyes and yelling his goodbyes as he joined a slouched Yunho in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but plaster a fake grin to fuel his happy hour before leaving out the door, embraced by the cold once more. But this time, you weren’t just cold on the outside, you could feel it inside of you. As if you had just turned yourself into a cold-blooded killer.

Murdering whatever trust and happiness Yunho had left in that big body of his.

Like everyone else in the entire world, you had to live with what you got, what you’ve done, what you can’t take back.

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richboy!yeosang (part 5)

word count: 6k

angst, fluff (tw: postpartum depression)

(part 4) (miniseries masterlist)

kang jang-mi was born at seven pounds, four ounces on what felt like the hottest day in june.

your friends sat anxiously in the waiting room, the last remaining quarrels about if it’s a boy or a girl quietly spoken and much more positive. mingi and yunho could only sit there sharing side-eyes and smirks, your slip up in the coffee shop filling them with excitement.

“i still think it’s a boy,” jongho says, “i’m confident.”

“i already bought the it’s a girl balloon so it better be.”

“well i bought the it’s a boy balloon so...”

yeosang walking into the waiting room stops the conversation immediately, a smirk crossing his face at the two different types of balloons. the boys are up and out of their seats immediately, rushing over to the new father with a flurry of questions and comments.

but the man is used to this type of chaos from his friends, silencing them with a single finger before attempting to get to all of their questions - or at least some of them.

“y/n and the baby are okay. she can only see two people at a time and she personally requested mingi and yunho first.”

disappointed sighs and groans leave the other boys as mingi and yunho shoot up from their seats, scurrying over to yeosang who shares a knowing smile with the couple.

“wait, wait, wait,” jongho says when the three men turn to leave, yeosang looking him over questioningly.

he watches with a growing smirk as his youngest friend grabs a blue balloon before snatching away san’s ‘it’s a girl’, offering them both to him expectantly.

“which one?”

multiple heads of innocent bystanders and smirking staffs snap to the big group of men, surprised gasps leaving all of them when yeosang wordlessly takes the pink balloon and pushes mingi and yunho toward your room.

chaos erupts from the other group of boys being left in the waiting room, other bystanders and nurses watching along with wide-eyed expressions.

“i told you, you silly fuck!”

“they got it wrong. i was- i was so sure.”

“did she really ask for us or did you feel bad that we were stuck with them?” yunho chuckles out, yeosang sharing a smirk with the boy as they walk down the hall.

“a little bit of both,” he says, stopping in front of the door and peeking inside.

he can see through the window that your eyes are shut, the sweat once dripping down your face gone as you lay completely still and relaxed.

the labor had been hard but you’d gotten through it well, to no one’s surprise.

you squeezed his hand while you screamed and cried, swearing you were never gonna do this again and will only trust in condoms from here on out. you blamed him for his “kink for elevators” and only didn’t burst out laughing because he knew you were in pain.

but now as lay still and healthy, your baby in the newborn unit adjusting to the new world, he feels a different type of content. all the fear and anxiety about the unknowns settled with the simple fact that you’re okay and the baby’s okay.

“they’re both doing really good, though. y/n’s not mad at me anymore for getting her pregnant so that’s a good sign,” yeosang chuckles, his eyes looking toward you lovingly before meeting yunho and mingi’s gaze again.

“we got to talk and we wanted to ask you two something,” the boy says, his eyes moving from yunho to mingi before hardening slightly.

“i wanted yunho as the god parent but y/n insisted that you have to be as well,” he says, underneath the mock look of disdain and irritation an intense happiness and warmth everyone can clearly see.

“i don’t know want you thinking this was my idea. so... what do you guys say? wanna be godparents?” yeosang smiles, the overwhelming look in yunho and mingi’s eyes making him chuckle; they both look ready to cry and scream in joy.

“maybe try to not let my daughter now you’ve tried to kill me on multiple occasions,” he adds to mingi, the boy rolling his eyes despite the way he reaches out and pats his shoulder.

the movement’s a little awkward and unfamiliar but neither of the boys say anything, an unspoken respect and liking for each other that’s come about within the past years.

both of them know the other would never do anything to hurt you purposely and they know the same will be said for jang-mi.

“of course, are you kidding me!” yunho chuckles out, pulling yeosang’s smaller boy into his. “thank you, yeosang. that’s so... this is gonna be so cool.”

yeosang smiles and nods his head, looking back at you to see you’re now sitting up awake and stretching your arms up.

the three boys bursting through the door cause you to look over and smile lazily, a quiet, “hi,” before you’re promptly pulled into a hug.

“be careful,” yeosang growls at mingi, the taller boy ignoring him completely; of course he was being careful, you just pushed out a baby a few hours ago.

“how you feeling?” yunho asks before his smile widens. “i’m asking as, you know, the godparent...”

“you... asked them without me?!” you whined softly at yeosang, smacking him in the stomach as he throws his arms up defensively.

“you were sleeping, baby, you said it was okay,” he whines back, bending down to peck a kiss on your head.

“i know but i still wanted to-”

the nurse knocking on the door rips your attention away, eyes wide and alert as you think she’s about to tell you something is wrong; but then she’s there smiling softly, holding a pink blanket with your baby wrapped up in it that causes mingi and yunho to gasp quietly.

“oh, my god.... she’s so small,” mingi whispers, yunho snorting next to him as he throws his arm around his shoulder.

“what’d you expect? she’s a baby,” he responds, watching as you so naturally take the baby in your arms.

you’d always been a little scared of just how delicate newborn babies are, feeling awkward or nervous to take them or hold them in the wrong way.

but it’s like the eight and a half month journey had made everything easier and more natural, the simple inclination you have even just to hold her properly something you couldn’t have ever imagined.

“come here,” you mumble softly, yunho and mingi moving closer to the bed to get a good look at her.

and as far as babies go, though they think they might be a little biased, they have to imagine she’s the prettiest one they’d ever seen. a head full of hair already and eyes gazing up at them curiously, alert and calm and making them coo quietly at her.

“are we allowed to hold her?” yunho asks.

but before he gets the chance, five bodies barreling through the door with the nurse’s “wait, two at a time please!” distract all of you, the rest of the boys rushing through to get a look at you and the baby.

“let us see, let us see!”

“i can’t believe it’s a girl.”

“wait.... don’t tell me they’re the godparents.”

if you thought the bickering that went on after the boys found out about who you chose as god parents was bad, you weren’t nearly prepared enough for your first month as a mother.

your once peaceful and quiet apartment had quickly turned into chaos. it was the 7th night in a row you were awoken by your little girl’s screams and you weren’t sure if you could take much more of it.

the first week was strangely blissful, you and yeosang taking shifts to feed her or check on her in the middle of the night.

“mom, i’m telling you, everything is strangely.... really good?” you said on the phone foolishly, going on and on about how easy your baby was.

how feeding her always went smoothly, how she basically slept through the night unless one small cry echoed through the baby monitor.

how you and yeosang loved just sitting around the house and watching her sleep or look up at you two curiously.

how you couldn’t believe you’d gotten so lucky to have, both, an understanding boyfriend and well-behaved infant.

but that all quickly changed one night, a summer thunderstorm you’re almost positively traumatized your daughter to the point of tarnishing her near-perfect sleep schedule.

now she cried on the hour to just be held, feeding her at the normal times but then screaming her head off when you tried to place her back down. you’d fallen asleep in the chair holding her one too many times to count, tired and drained and just wanting to relieve your heavy eyes.

yeosang admired your composure and helped along side the way, waking with you and kneeling down watching you hum softly or rest your eyes; but then you cracked the 7th night and, similar to your pregnancy outbursts, it seemed almost out of nowhere.

it’d been his turn to get up and feed her, the wailing and screaming that’s kept you up for nights silencing just a few moments after it started.

whether it be your own curiosity or your new mother’s protectiveness kicking in, you peeked inside the nursery to see yeosang staring down at your daughter. both of them are completely calm and relaxed in the darkness, only the sound of her soft breathing and yeosang’s gentle hums.

as you lean against the door and watch them, you feel a strange mix of warmth and sadness.

you knew you were right in your assumption that yeosang was gonna be a great dad. he was kind and nurturing and sweet, you saw it in the way he took care of you and the other people in your lives.

and jang-mi from the moment she was in the world loved him, looked to him and was easily soothed by him - you could just tell they were gonna have a great relationship.

but you.

you felt as if you were failing.

the nights you woke to feed her, she typically screamed and cried for what felt like hours. she’d only settle down in your arms when you’d start to hum the same tune as yeosang right now, something you both did during your months of pregnancy.

it felt as if at nights, that with her new fears and rocky sleeping pattern, that in times of crisis, she wanted yeosang.

and a part of you loved that but another part of you couldn’t help but feel powerless. that even after a month of bonding with your baby, smiling and laughing and holding her, after months of carrying her and helping her grow, she didn’t seem to like you.

yeosang caught your gaze and you smiled at him softly, giving him a tired thumbs up before trekking back to bed.

you tried to push down your feelings and felt bad for feeling this way, a knot in your stomach and pain in your chest; it wasn’t about jang-mi and yeosang or you and him as parents as much as it was about you feeling completely incompetent.

you couldn’t even get your own baby to stop crying faster than yeosang; everyone says a mother has a natural tendency to do that so why does it feel like you don’t?

the tears in your eyes are unaware to you until you push your face into your pillow and feel the wetness seeping through. you can only stay there buried in shame and defeat and embarrassment, knowing that while you’re in here crying, your baby is doing fine without you.

yeosang comes in a few moments later, only small whines from his daughter as he placed her body in her crib. she looked up at him and he smiled softly, reaching out to pat the peach fuzz on her head until she fell fast asleep.

the past month has been tiring but worth it, crawling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hopefully she’s good for the night,” he mumbled in your ear, his lips pressing against your head chastely. you only hum in response and at first he thinks it’s just because you’re tired but then he feels how tense you are.

how your shoulders are tight and your face is buried and it causes him to call your name gently.

you’re not surprised that he’s able to tell something’s wrong, rolling over wordlessly and allowing him to see your tear-stained face. it immediately makes his heart sink, lips turning into a frown as he reaches out to dab at the wetness.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks lowly, voice sweet and tone deep and it only makes you break more.

“you’re... you’re so good with her, yeosang,” you whimper out, his eyebrows pulling together as he wipes at your tears and pulls you closer. “you’re so good with her and she barely cries when you go in there... but when i go in there... i feel like i’m doing a terrible job.”

“what?” yeosang asks, genuine confusion in his voice as he pulls your face to meet his. there’s anxiety and sadness and defeat in your eyes, his hold on you tightening as he shakes his head.

“no, no, baby. you’re doing so good and she loves you,” he reassures gently.

“no i’m not,” you cry out, shaking your head as you feel all the stress and fear and anxiety from this pat month hit you. “i don’t know what the hell i’m doing.”

“neither do i, baby,” he says, a pout on his lips as he looks over your teary face. “we both still don’t know what we’re doing but it’s going well, no? i love you and she loves you.”

“no, it’s not,” you whimper out, burying your face in his shirt and feeling him sigh against you. “and she hates me. she only wants you at night and screams when i go in there. why else would she do that?”

your words are wet and muffled but he’s still able to make each one out, his heart breaking as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.

“every day and night has been different, my love. some days she’s been good and others she’s been cranky. we’re all still adjusting and that’s okay,” he says quietly, reminding himself these exact words in his own fits of panic.

because of course he’s panicking half the time too but he tries to be strong for you. be a rock for you in a way you’ve always been for him.

“you’re doing so good, baby, i promise. she wants you every morning, have you noticed that? i can go in there and pick her up but she cries. she only stops when she sees you walk through.”

“that’s only because she’s hungry,” you mutter, a humorless chuckle leaving yeosang’s mouth as he shakes his head.

“no. because i feed her, too. she just wants to see you in the morning, baby,” he mumbles, holding himself above you so his eyes can roam your face. he presses a kiss on your cheek, then the other, until he’s pressing them all over you and you’re pushing him away playfully.

“you’re doing great, love. we both are and she actually likes us, i think,” he says, flopping back down before pulling you on his chest. similiar to his movements from just moments ago in the nursery, his hand runs through your hair gently and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

and sure enough, when you wake up, you hear cries coming from the nursery that have you springing up and out of your bedroom. yeosang’s holding jang-mi and he smiles knowingly at you, pressing a kiss to your head he passes her to you and her wails stop.

the next few months, you both became a little more confident in your parenting abilities.

changing diapers was easier and waking up for nightly feedings was like clockwork, falling into a steady routine that consisted of yeosang taking online classes and going to work three times a week.

on the days he was out, one of the five boys would come over and keep you both company - yeosang’s demand that one of them keep his girls busy and happy while he’s out.

jang-mi was a little over six months now, laying on the floor with mingi while you cooked for the three of you. your days were the same at this point but you loved each and every one, cooped up in the apartment as you watched your baby grow and meet all her milestones.

you’d been there for all of them and you prided yourself on that. the first time she smiled at you, the first time she reached out for the toy san had gotten her, the first time she-

“y/n!”

you ran from the stove to the living room at mingi’s loud voice, rushing inside to see your best friend looking down at your child like she’d grown 3 heads.

“what? what happened?” you ask frantically, rushing over to get a good look at her; she’s not crying and you don’t see any blood, those are already two reassuring signs.

“she just said my name!”

and it’s at that you start giggling into your hand, covering your face and shaking your head because “mingi, she just turned six months. she can’t talk yet.”

“but she did! she just did! i swear she said-”

there’s a pounding on your front door before seonghwa, san and wooyoung enter, the three boys not even acknowledging you as they rush over to the baby on the floor.

“hi to you guys too,” you huff, watching the boys crowd around the jang-mi with shouts of “hey, y/n!” a giggle leaves your mouth before you ditch the meal and order pizza instead, calling yeosang to see if he’ll be home soon.

“hey, baby. how it’s going?”

“the boys showed up so i just ordered pizza,” you tell him, watching as jang-mi giggles at san and wooyoung making funny faces at her. “are you gonna be home soon?”

“what, you miss me or something?”

because after all this time you spend together now, more often than not during the week, leaving each other proves to be more difficult. you’d think you two would want a break from each other but him leaving is by far the worst part of your days on monday through wednesday.

“yes,” you admit softly, his deep chuckle causing you to giggle softly.

“i’ll be home soon. probably 30 minutes, just finishing up some stuff. will you be able to last that long?”

you roll your eyes and let out a scoff as you make your way into the living room, insisting to your boyfriend you’ll do just fine before your eyes catch mingi and jang-mi smiling at one another.

“oh. and you’ll be happy to hear that mingi thinks jang-mi’s first word was his name.”

“oh, bullshit,” yeosang snaps, a loud chuckle leaving your mouth that grabs said man’s attention.

“it was! i heard her say it!”

“she doesn’t even like you!” yeosang says loudly through the phone, the image of him screaming in his office making you giggle. you hang up before the two can start to bicker more, sliding your phone onto the table before sinking down onto the couch.

you’re still tired these days but the boys coming over helps, allowing you to relax while also watching jang-mi play and have fun.

you don’t know when or how you doze off with the chaos, you just know that one moment you’re watching seonghwa tickle jang-mi and the next, you’re waking up to yeosang placing a kiss on your lips.

“hey, love,” he mumbles, kneeling down to meet your gaze on the couch. you smile tiredly as you bury yourself into the cushions, pulling him closer to you and mumbling that you missed him.

“i know, baby, i missed you too,” he hums.

because if there’s one thing he noticed throughout parenthood, it’s that, somehow, your relationship has only gotten stronger.

you both have the same fears but also have the same things that make you happy - and that’s each other, your baby, and the headache inducing friends currently talking shit to your child.

“they’re so gross, you’re gonna have a brother soon, mark my words, miss jang-mi.”

“nah, it’ll be another girl, i know it for sure now,” wooyoung says, dabbing at her face full of applesauce. “you’ll be an older sister, little lady.”

“he thought you were a chicken, mi, you really can’t take his word for anything.”

you and yeosang share an amused look before he pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the table before quickly pecking your cheek. he takes jang-mi for a diaper change as you talk and laugh with the boys, everything about your life right now far too perfect.

it was a rough start but they all made it a little easier.

you were lucky to have a great support system, albeit a little insane, that made this transition easy.

there was nothing but love and admiration between all of you, their eyes lighting up every time jang-mi giggles or concern flashing when she stumbles down clumsily.

like when yeosang comes back into the main room without jang-mi fifteen minutes later, they all jump up and demand to know where she is.

“you idiots tired her out, she fell asleep in the middle of a diaper change.”

and with the baby sleeping and the rest of the night to yourselves, you and yeosang are quick to all but kick everyone out of the apartment. there’s loud protests and mock hurt from the boys but they know deep down, you two rarely get a minute to yourselves these days.

mingi gives you a parting wink and you roll your eyes, waving goodbye to the boy before yeosang closes the door. he turns to see you cleaning up the table and quickly stops you, tugging you by the waist before promptly throwing you down on the couch.

you land with a giggle as his body covers yours, lips meeting yours in a kiss that quickly has your legs wrapping around his waist.

it’s been a while since you two were able to do something as simple as make out, feel him under you as you straddle his lap or suppress your moans as his kisses down your neck.

but right now, something as silly as kissing and giggling and roaming hands on the couch feels exciting. it feels the same way it did in the pool house all those years ago, fresh and fun and exciting.

full of a passion that you hoped even then would never burn out.

and not even now with a baby has it. not even with a real ‘adult’ life have you two ever felt as if that connection was gone.

“i love you, you know that?” he mumbles into your skin, your cheeks warming and stomach fluttering as you look up at him. there’s a soft pink glow to them that makes him smile fondly, his hand cupping your cheek gently.

you can only nod shyly, your own softly spoken “i love you, too,” mumbled into the living room.

the sky is an array of pink and orange, the sun just about to set before darkness paints the windows of your apartment.

it’ll be a night for movies, snacks and resting your head on his lap, his hands playing with your before one of two things happens: jang-mi wakes up and you bring her out or you fall asleep and yeosang carries you into bed for the night.

the latter had seemed to happen a few hours later because one minute, your head’s resting on yeosang under a blanket and the next, you’re placed down on your soft, cold bed.

you let out a tired whine and yeosang smiles down at you, mumbling that you fell asleep before quickly joining you; it’s wednesday which means yeosang’s home for the next four days, your smile widening at that reminder before you move yourself closer to him.

his days off now don’t mean you can sleep in but instead, wake together. make breakfast for each other while watching your child giggle and smile in her high chair.

you used to go to the park on the days it wasn’t too cold but now with winter approaching, you’re usually cozied up in your house with the fire place burning and a cartoon on.

switching between giving attention to each other and jang-mi, who promptly wakes you both up at 5:30 in the morning.

you insist that yeosang sleeps in more, pushing him back down numerous times before he pins you to the bed and demands for you to go back to bed; a pout covers your lips as you shake your head but it’s like your tired eyes don’t get the memo.

“you worked for the past three days, you need to rest,” you whine tiredly, his eyes rolling because he’s positive sitting behind a desk and talking with his coworkers is a lot easier than taking care of a baby.

“i’m well rested, thank you, love,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling back. “mi will have to settle for her dad today.”

the two and a half hours of sleep were great but when you woke up and saw pancakes ready for you and yeosang and jang-mi laying together on the couch, you could’ve burst into tears on the spot.

he was talking softly to her, singing her name in a little tune before you heard his deep chuckle.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, both, his and jang-mi’s smiles brightening at the sound of your voice. she immediately opens her arms up for you and you take her happily, pressing a kiss to her head before looking at your boyfriend.

the scent of pancakes is more prominent in the living room, looking over to see a plate of pancakes sitting atop the stove.

“thank you for breakfast,” you say softly, the smell filling the apartment making your stomach growl.

“thank you for finally listening to me and sleeping in.”

you roll your eyes before bringing your food over to the table, sitting on the floor as you watch jang-mi babble and play with her toys next to you.

she’s been babbling for the past few weeks now so when you hear her quiet, little “gigigi,” you don’t think much of it; but then when yeosang bursts out laughing again, you have to look to him with your mouth stuffed full of pancakes.

“what?”

“do you think that’s why mingi thought she was saying his name?”

a loud laugh bubbles out of your mouth causing jang-mi to jump before joining along, her own giggles and your reaction causing yeosang to snort into his hand.

he’s quick to whip out his phone and record her, her smile and giggles quickly shifting when she rolls on her back and starts to play with her toes.

and when mingi watches the video yeosang sends him a few moments later, he can’t help but gleefully send back that not only does his own child like him more, he said his name first.

it was a nosy, crotchety old woman at the food store that sparked the conversation of marriage between you and yeosang.

you two were shopping for jang-mi’s first birthday tomorrow, her smiley and giggling form in the front of the cart, when an older woman commented on how beautiful she was.

“thank you,” you smiled politely, you and yeosang sharing that same, warm look any time someone compliments your child.

“you must’ve been a young bride, dear, you look like a baby too,” she chuckled, a smirk on yeosang’s lips as you let out a forced, almost strangled laugh.

and it’s then the woman’s eyes move down your body to your ringless left hand, a look of judgment crossing her face quicker than you can believe.

“oh... or not a bride, that’s....”

��none of your business, now is it lady?” yeosang says, his tone just as deceptively kind as hers even with the bite in it.

she walks off with a huff and dirty look thrown your way, a smirk on your face before you push him down the cereal aisle.

it bothered you a little bit when you first found about jang-mi, getting pregnant and not being married, but those feelings quickly went away when you thought about how silly that was.

marriage is something that’s different for everyone and for you and yeosang, even with a baby, it’s not something you inherently need. you already live together and live your life as a married couple - all that’s left to do is blow money on the ceremony and go away to a tropical island.

yeosang can’t help but be a little bothered by the woman’s words throughout the day, though probably because they were directed toward you, but he noticed you weren’t upset at all about it.

you carried on in the store and at the house like normal, setting up decorations and planning the meals while he put jang-mi to bed by wrapping her in her birthday onesie.

“hey, baby,” you hear him say, turning from your spot at the stove.

he presses your back against it and you smile into the kiss, tilting your head coyly when you pull away. your eyes roam his face because you could tell that woman’s comment irritated him, you just weren’t sure why.

“are you okay?”

“mhm,” he hums lowly, his hands reaching up to run through your hair. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“i don’t know...” you mumble quietly, a smirk pulling at your lips before you bring your hand next to your face to wiggle your fingers. “maybe because we’re sinners who aren’t married.”

a snort leaves yeosang’s mouth as he shakes his head, pulling you by the waist in typical fashion to bring you over to the couch. you two plop down as you get comfy on him, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in his comfort and warmth.

you’re not sure how long you sit in a comfortable silence for, you just know that everything is calm and quiet and it’s such a contrast to this time last year. when things were chaotic and you felt like you wouldn’t be able to handle motherhood.

when you weren’t sure how you and yeosang would be, if the dynamic and household was gonna be so different that it ended up breaking you guys down as a couple.

and while things changed, it seemed to be for the better. it only made you two more happy and more secure, wedding band and your official last name as kang aside.

“i don’t mind not being married,” you assure him quietly, because you know that’s the elephant in the room right now.

“i don’t... want us to get married because we had a kid. i want us to get married when the time feels right. maybe when we’re both actually out of school or something,” you chuckle out, remembering when that was your original plan for popping out a kid.

yeosang feels a weight lift off his shoulder as he looks over at you, unsurprised in the slightest that you not only knew what was wrong, but that you were able to calm him down.

assure him in a way that made him know you guys always seem to be on the same page when you effectively communicate about things.

“i feel the same way,” he says to you, tightening his hold on you before pressing a kiss to your head. “even though if you wanted... i’d go out and-”

“buy a ring right now,” you tease, shimming over until you’re sitting on his lap. you twirl your fingers through his hair. “i think you’re just eager to buy the wedding ring.”

“duh, it’s gonna be flashy as fuck.”

your face pulls into one of disgust and he can’t help but laugh, knowing on more than one occasion he’s thought about what kind of wedding ring you’d want.

“i’d kill you,” you mumble, the last of your sentence getting cut off when he slams his lips on yours.

“shut up,” he mumbles back, you giggling against his mouth before you move your hips over his teasingly.

your clothes become littered on the living room floor before your naked body runs into the bedroom to grab a condom, the promise that you screamed through labor every bit true as you roll the latex over yeosang.

“are you ever gonna trust birth control again? i miss feeling your warm, tight pus-”

you sink down on him and chuckle when he lets out a moan, rolling your eyes and riding him on the couch with the reassurance that, a month later, you won’t be needing to get another pregnancy test just yet.

“no, no! say wooo-young!”

“gi....gi.”

“woooo-young.”

“gi.....gi.”

“wooyoung.”

“gigi.”

everyone around the table snorts at the look jang-mi throws her uncle, her sweet little voice just as stern and face just as dumbfounded.

“i told you guys, i’m her favorite,” mingi boasts, taking jang-mi from her seat and smiling when she clings on to him.

her first birthday consisted of cake, bickering and pink decorations placed throughout the apartment. her pile of toys in the living room and nursery doubled from the amount of gifts today alone, a giant dollhouse taking up a good portion of her room now.

it’s where she’s currently dragging mingi and, begrudgingly, wooyoung off to, showing them all her dolls and cars that they’ve gifted her throughout the first year of her life.

you and yeosang watch her walk off, the two boys crouched and awkwardly walking like crabs so they’re down to her level. you both share a smile before yeosang pecks your cheek, cleaning up the leftover cake and plates while you share a smile with yunho.

“can you guys adopt a baby?”

you’ve never seen yunho’s face turn a brighter shade of red in your life, his hand reaching out to smack your arm lightly.

“are you crazy?”

“oh c’mon,” you whine, a playful smile on your face as you poke his stomach with both pointer fingers. “isn’t it sweet watching mingi with a baby? he’s barely grouchy anymore.”

“maybe around her,” he scoffs, your eyes rolling because you know mingi isn’t as happy and pleasant around anyone as much as he is his fiancé - though next month, you’ll be able to say husband.

it was quickly planned but the two decided to have a summer wedding, july 21st with none other than jang-mi as the flower girl. her dress is yellow and has been hung on her door for weeks, excitement rushing through her every time she sees it.

“okay well then after the wedding, of course,” you wink, his eyes rolling; but you also don’t miss the shy smile and warm blush on his cheeks, knowing very well those two would create the best home for a child.

yunho thinks maybe they would too, watching how quickly and naturally mingi surprisingly is with children.

yeosang plops down next to guys and chastises you for bringing it up again, knowing from the look on yunho’s face you were probably begging him to adopt a cousin for jang-mi.

“oh c’mon, but wouldn’t it be cute?” you say, smiling up at yeosang in a way that causes him to tap your nose lightly.

“it would be,” he mumbles, before pulling you closer to him. his lips ghost over your ear and it’s probably far too intimate a move with all your friends here but he does it anyway, having no regard or care in the world.

“or she could just... get another sibling.”

you narrow your eyes and smack his arm lightly, reminding yourself to stack up on more condoms when you go to the store tomorrow.

“yeah, right. not for another year, yeosang, i’m serious.”

a smirk crosses his face as he nods his head, pecking your lips lightly before watching your daughter run clumsily to him.

he scoops her up as her giggle rings through the air, his lips smacking loud kisses on her cheeks as she squeals loudly; and it’s upon seeing that you don’t think you’d mind having another baby again.

because planned or not, confident in your parenting abilities or not, you know you and your little family are always gonna be okay.

jang-mi reaches out for you and you immediately rise to your feet, fixing the tiny ponytail atop her head right before her and yeosang place simultaneous pecks on your cheeks.

“cuteeee!” wooyoung squeals, looking over at you before squeezing past and poking jang-mi in the arm lightly. “now tell me, little lady, who’s your favorite? mommy or daddy?”

she narrows her eyes at the man like he asked her something unholy, looking between you and yeosang before throwing her arms around both of you. you share a small giggle and place a peck on her head, your eyes catching yeosang’s just as he smiles back at you.

“both. i love mommy and daddy,” she says, her squeaky little voice causing your smile to widen.

“and gigi,” she quickly adds, a laugh bubbling out of you when everyone, including yeosang, let out groans and smack the favorite uncle in the arm.

complete

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ATEEZ scenario: You calling them “daddy”

Please forgive any grammatical errors, I’ll proofread later and fix any mistakes I find ^^;

This is to make up for lack of posts. I’ve been working a lot, and watching k-dramas a lot too, so I haven’t written much the past few days. Please, be patient and I’ll have pt 4 of LY up sometime this week ;;

Hongjoong:

You were chilling with San and Mingi in the recording studio. Hongjoong was recording his lines for an upcoming album, and of course, his iconic giggle was before his rap in most of the songs.

The producer told him to redo the giggle, and Hongjoong did it flawlessly. However, you wanted to tease him so when he came out of the recording booth, you decide to “compliment” him.

“That giggle was pretty hot, daddy,” you said casually.

Mingi noticeably gets embarrassed, San stares at you in shock for a second before laughing, and Hongjoong just gives you this glare, his ears red.

You were smirking at him as he walked over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Save that for the bedroom, baby.”

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa and the other members were practicing the choreography to “Answer”. As always, San and Wooyoung would doing the hip thrusts as a joke, but Seonghwa was legitimately trying to improve his thrusts.

He kept practicing the one move, and it was honestly starting to bother you. Deciding it’d be best to embarrass him, you ask him a question with the most evil smirk on your face.

“Are you practicing for tonight, daddy?”

Seonghwa whips his head around to stare at you in shock while the other members freeze at your words. Some of them recover quickly and start to tease Seonghwa about it while others are too traumatized to talk.

Seonghwa recovers from the initial shock and smirks back at you.

“Maybe I am.”

Yunho:

Yunho had been teasing you in front of the other members all day. He had been calling you pet names and even suggestive names, which took you by surprise. He was typically innocent when it came to nicknames, but today was different. He’d call you “sexy” and even “babygirl”. You had no idea why or where it came from.

You had just entered the living room to watch a movie with them, but you noticed there were no available spaces on the couch. Sighing, you’re about to sit down on the floor when Yunho speaks up.

“You can sit on my lap, babygirl,” he said nonchalantly.

Over all the nicknames, you give him your most fake sweet smile. “Okay, daddy,” you said in a high-pitched voice before plopping down on him.

You take a glance at his face to realize you had thoroughly embarrassed him. His face had turned a dark red and the other members kept making jokes about it, making him even more embarrassed.

You were satisfied though. You gave him a wink before turning back to the TV. Yunho’s hands find a place on your thighs though.

“Call me ‘daddy’ when we’re alone later, babygirl,” he whispered into your ear.

Yeosang:

You were laying on the couch, bored as you scroll through your newsfeed. Wooyoung and Seonghwa were busy talking about who knows what. Yeosang joined you on the couch, so you quickly put your head in his lap and continued laying in your position. A random boyfriend prank showed up, and you decided to try it. Glancing at the time, you realized it was almost time for dinner.

“What’s for dinner, daddy?” you ask without even looking at Yeosang.

You heard Seonghwa and Wooyoung choke before Woo started cracking up. You glanced at Seonghwa to see him giving you a disapproving look and shake of his head.

You turn your attention to Yeosang, who was staring at you, his ears red and a light blush on his cheeks.

You were about to apologize when Yeosang leaned down to murmur quietly so that the others can’t hear.

“I never liked being called ‘daddy’, but hearing that come from you was so sexy.”

(I need holy water after seeing this gif, omg)

San:

You sigh as you throw yourself off of the bed. San was supposed to back with your soda by now. You open the door and head to the kitchen. You spot San’s pink hair from the living room and yell out to him.

“What’s taking so long, daddy?”

He quickly turns around to stare at you, his eyes widening with panic and his face steadily becoming red.

Confused, since you call him that a lot (it’s kind of a joke between you two), you enter the kitchen. That’s when you notice Jongho, Hongjoong, and Yeosang sitting at the counter.

They all look at you, giving you looks of disgust. Flustered, you grab San’s wrist and drag him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom. You throw yourself back onto the bed and groan loudly.

“I thought you were alone,” you mutter into the blankets.

San chuckles. “I got your soda,” he said.

You thank him as you try to grab it from him, but he won’t let go of the bottle.

“You can have it if you call me ‘daddy’ again.”

Mingi:

You and ATEEZ were at a restaurant, enjoying the end of promotional activites. You were all having a fun time, and you were... getting a bit tipsy.

Feeling bold and wanting to embarrass your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, you turn to Mingi.

“Can you pour me another glass of soju?”

He nods. “Sure,” he said as he tips the bottle to pour the clear liquid into your glass.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said with a lip bite.

Mingi froze. The other boys froze. You sat there, taking your shot of soju.

“What???” San yells out, covering his shocked smile with a hand. The others start laughing and teasing Mingi.

You notice the poor boy sinks into his chair, embarrassed at all of the unwanted attention.

You lean over to apologize when he glares at you suddenly.

“You’re getting punished once we get back, baby,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

Wooyoung:

You and Wooyoung were chilling in the living room, watching movies and cuddling. Wooyoung, being the overly affectionate man child that he is, kept placing kisses on your face and head. He would cuddle you aggressively, but you really didn’t mind. He needed physical interaction and you were okay with that.

However, you were trying to enjoy the movie and he kept blocking your view everytime he tried kissing you. So you avoided his kisses, making him pout.

“Baby, please, give me a kiss,” he whined.

You sigh loudly. “Fine, daddy,” you said sarcastically.

You turn your head towards him so he can give you a kiss, but he’s just staring at you, confused and flustered.

You heard “OOOOO’s” and shocked gasps from somewhere in the darkness. Someone turns the light switch on, revealing Yeosang and San staring at you two.

“YAH!” You shock, embarrassed they heard you call Wooyoung “daddy”, even if it was a joke.

They quickly run away, but not before wishing “daddy Wooyoung” luck. You sigh, feeling your face heat up.

You felt Wooyoung’s hand on the side of your neck, tilting your head up. He gave you a more passionate kiss than his previous pecks.

“I like hearing ‘daddy’ come out of your mouth,” he said, a seductive tone in his voice.

Jongho:

You tagged along with ATEEZ to the gym. Seonghwa and San were working on toning their abs, Yeosang was working on his arm muscles, and the others were just doing other basic workouts.

Jongho was doing pull ups, and you were watching him while taking a sip from his water bottle. You forgot yours, so you’re... borrowing his. You were tired from your workouts but watching Jongho made you feel a bit more energized. You walk over to where he was so easily doing pull ups, and he made eye contact with you.

You were entranced by the way his arm muscles flexed as he pulled himself upward.

“Looking good, daddy,” you said accidentally. You immediately cover your mouth, and Jongho lets go of the bar, managing to land on his feet without falling over from shock.

Mingi and Hongjoong were closest to you guys, so they heard what you said.

“D-Daddy?” Mingi squeaked in shock.

Hongjoong gives you and Jongho a look of disgust.

San overheard Mingi’s repeat of the word and gave Jongho a glance. “Not our maknae!!” he objects.

Embarrassed and shy from your careless slip of the word, you hide yourself in Jongho’s chest.

His arms wrap around and you feel his breath on your ear as he murmurs to you in a low, sexy voice.

“Only call me ‘daddy’ when we’re alone, okay, babygirl?”

#ateez #daddy #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #kim #jeong #park #choi #kang #song #sexy #fluff #cute #ateez fanfic

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yeochikin · 4 years

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late night talks. | k. hongjoong

a/n: hehe my brain kept going brr every time i tried to finish this so i understand if this was a bit sucky. please excuse any mistakes, and feedbacks are very much appreciated! 🥺✨💖

word count: 3k+

main focus: hongjoong x fem. reader

warning(s): none, really!

“y/n, our life saviour, our queen!” you heard wooyoung’s dramatic wailing as he instantly engulfed you into a hug as soon as you stepped foot into mingi’s apartment, where you and the boys were gathered for a sleepover during the weekend.

with a roll of your eyes, you knew exactly the reason why he was suddenly all clingy. your hands were full of snacks and drinks that they had wanted you to buy on your way to the place for the sleepover, though of course, maybe some extra few snacks for them as well.

totally not because of you wanting to spoil them, not at all.

“wooyoung, i swear you’re gonna make me drop these snacks all over the place if you don’t let me go.” you whined, your tone laced with feigned annoyance as you spoke.

being the cheeky boy as always, wooyoung merely gave you one last squeeze in the hug before dragging you further into the apartment where the rest of the boys were as he announced your arrival.

there in the living room, you watched as jongho and san were sat on the carpeted floor. the two had their eyes glued to the television with their thumbs furiously mashing against the buttons of the controllers in their hands, giggling to yourself as you watched san throwing his head back with eyebrows all furrowed as it seemed like he had lost a match against the other boy before letting out a whine to rematch.

yeosang and mingi were sat on the couch as they watched the two boys with amusement written in their eyes, yeosang occasionally making witty remarks as he watched the gameplay while mingi acted as if he was the spokesperson throughout the game. it was only when wooyoung mentioned that you were there that the boys turned their heads to look at you, immediately greeting you with a huge smile on their faces before mingi stood up to give you a tight hug to which you returned with your free arm, moving the plastic full of snacks so it would be dangling on your arm.

“woah, you bought a lot of snacks!” yeosang exclaimed, popping up next to you as his eyes were trained on the bags full of the said items, then stretching his hand out so he could help you carry them, which you gladly accepted as soon as you started to feel your hands growing a little tired.

“hongjoong and yunho are in the kitchen with seonghwa!” you heard jongho say, you sending him a grateful smile in response as you let your legs lead you to the kitchen, where the mentioned boys were in, with yeosang already a few steps ahead of you.

that would explain the delicious smell wafting into your nose as soon as you stepped foot into the small apartment. no doubt the trio were probably cooking up something in the kitchen for tonight’s dinner.

walking into the kitchen, you instantly saw hongjoong. or rather, almost bumping into the brown haired boy as it looked like he was about to exit the kitchen. with a sheepish smile plastering itself on your faces, you sidestepped to let him pass through but of course he couldn’t read your actions as he mirrored yours, ending up in the same position as before. with a second try, it only led you to the same result with the two of you sharing a sheepish chortle.

by the third attempt, and before you could even move, hongjoong moved his hands to rest themselves on top of your shoulders so you wouldn't budge, promptly turning the both of you around so you were in the kitchen, and hongjoong was right outside. with one last shy smile from the boy, he turned around to join the rest of the boys in the living room, telling the boys to clean up the mess in the living room so they could gather in for dinner later on instead of the small kitchen.

being mingi’s best friend since you were in 4th grade, the two of you were pretty much attached to the hip with how close the both of you were until you started college, due to both being in different classrooms. you were thankful that mingi would still find you whenever the both of you had lunch together, and it was also from there that you were introduced to the new friends mingi had made in his class. though, the first meeting was rather awkward for you, really.

you see, being a shy person, it was a little difficult for you to mingle around, much less in a loud group. however, that didn't mean you were completely lonely either as you had a few other friends in the other classes you took if mingi was not in any of them. you tend to hear people joke about how mingi was the extroverted friend who adopted an introverted you, which you can't deny. it was kinda true in some way.

after being introduced to mingi’s friends and spending a little more time with them when they invited you out to join them at a pizza place one time, you had learned that they were entertaining to be with, even finding yourself cracking a few jokes here and there, mingi watching you proudly from the side.

yet, as much as you enjoyed the boys’ company, there was still someone who somehow you had a hard time interacting with. dark brown haired boy, the one who would always seem to have his nose buried in his notes with earphones plugged in his ears, lips moving silently as he read through the words he wrote out.

kim hongjoong.

it wasn't because he was giving you a cold shoulder nor was he ever rude to you by all means! rather, he seemed to shy away from you whenever you tried to start a conversation with him. you brought up the topic with mingi one day, a pout on your lips as you wondered if there was anything wrong with you or you said the wrong thing for hongjoong to act that way around you. but your taller friend could only laugh, patting your head reassuringly to say that hongjoong was merely a shy person.

of course, that was a year ago.

now, hongjoong has finally started to warm up to you, even to the point of letting you listen to some of his songs before the other boys could, wooyoung whining in a playful manner in the background as you got to be the first person to listen to the former’s piece. it was no surprise he was immersed in his own little world back then due to majoring in music in college.

“earth to y/n?” you heard a deep voice reaching into your ears, making you snap back into reality, eyes instantly meeting seonghwa’s raised brow.

it seems that the only people left in the kitchen were seonghwa and you, wondering to yourself how long you had been standing in the middle of the doorway to the point you failed to realise yunho had already left.

“what’s going on in that head of yours, little one?” you heard him say, never failing to throw in the little nickname he had for you, as he was busily stirring the pot’s contents.

waving it off as nothing, you walked over to his side before rolling up your sleeves in case he needed any help, mouth already watering from the scent of stew filling your senses. as if he could sense your hunger, seonghwa could only chuckle as he gently asked if you could prepare the bowls and plates for all of you, to which you gladly did so.

it only took you a little more later for you and the boys to finally gather in the living room as all of you shared the events that had happened prior to the sleepover over dinner, giggling to yourself at how the wooyoung and san teased the oldest of the boys, who was playfully threatening to stab them with a fork. but all of you knew he would never as he had a soft spot in his heart for all of his close friends.

after dinner, all of you had cleaned up the living room before changing into your sleeping attires, deciding to play a game of among us before bed. that was when the chaos would start.

you watched the boys with amused eyes as hongjoong and yeosang kept suspecting mingi for being too quiet when in reality he was just doing his tasks. your eyes went wide in disbelief as soon as your character died in the game just as you were about to finish starting up the reactor, lifting your gaze from your phone to silently glare at jongho, not wanting to out him for the sake of fairness of the game, the boy having a proud smirk playing over his lips yet he remained stoic throughout the whole round.

as soon as yunho reported your body, all hell broke loose. a series of accusations thrown in after another, jongho actively making the others turn against one another, mingi yelling that he kept messing up the swipe card task in admin when seonghwa asked why he had stood there for a long time.

“it’s yunho! he self-reported the body!” wooyoung yelled out, pointing an accusing finger over at yunho, the latter’s eyes widening in surprise at the sudden claim.

“you were with me the whole time, i even scanned in medbay!” he defended.

“oh right, never mind.”

sadly, the round was skipped as jongho ‘claimed’ it was far too early in the game to vote someone off just yet, much to your dismay.

in the end, jongho had won the game, him cheering as he threw his arms up in the arm. yunho pouting playfully as he sulked, saying he had the last task until yeosang died in the game. you could only offer him a light pat on his shoulder.

“it’s okay, at least you didn’t die a minute into the game.” you say, earning a round of chortles from the boys.

“another round in a different map this time?” hongjoong asked, which all of you agreed without a word.

needless to say, the remaining few hours before sleep were spent playing the game where trust amongst yourselves was nowhere to be seen along with shared laughs at how each of you kept accusing the wrong person. without your knowledge, you fail to realise a pair of eyes that had kept glancing your way throughout the whole game.

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you woke up with a start, body immediately sitting up on the couch you were currently situated on as you felt your breathing growing all ragged, eyes frantically looking around the place as if you were afraid that you would still be stuck in the horrific dimension you dreamt of earlier prior to waking up.

to your relief, your eyes were not met with the spiraling dark abyss of your dream didn’t apply to the waking world. only, the familiar decoration of mingi’s apartment was what your pupils had set on. looking off to your side, you saw how the other boys were already peacefully asleep, most likely all tuckered out from the games all of you and the boys played earlier.

san was tightly hugging an extra pillow close to his chest next to wooyoung and yunho, the latter slept on his back peacefully as light snores left his lips. at first, you couldn’t really tell who was the one all curled up underneath the blanket right next to jongho, but with the tufts of blonde locks peeking out underneath, you could tell it was yeosang. on his left, was mingi who slept with his mouth slightly ajar, his leg was placed over yeosang’s lower half while seonghwa took space of the more larger couch than the one you were on. but one of the boys were missing, and that would be hongjoong.

judging by the sliver of light that had peeked out from the door near the hallway, which was the bathroom as you recalled mingi had pointed out earlier when you arrived at the apartment when you needed to use, you had made the conclusion that hongjoong had gotten up earlier than you to use the bathroom.

checking the time on your phone, you realised that you had woken up in the little hours of dawn. despite still feeling the heaviness of sleep weighing on your eyes, you were still a tad shaken up from the dream you had earlier. the image was still fresh in your mind every time you close your eyes. it was then you decided to make your way to the balcony to clear your mind, tiptoeing carefully as to not wake the other boys up, or accidentally stepped on them.

as soon as you stepped foot on the balcony, quickly shutting the sliding glass door behind you, you were met with the shining light from the moon, the cool night breeze gently caressing your skin to leave goosebumps in its wake. a contented breath was heaved out of your lips once you leaned against the railing, the cool metal pressed against your arms yet you paid no mind to it while your gaze was plastered on the stars shining around the moon.

“don’t lean too much or you’ll fall.”

you jumped ever so slightly at the sudden voice, immediately tearing your eyes away from the sky to the figure making themselves present next to you, mimicking your position against the railing. a low breath left your lips as a hand rested itself on your chest, calming your heart.

“you scared me, joong.” you replied, only to receive a quiet chortle from the male next to you. judging by the slight rasp in his voice, you figured that he had just woken up just before you did.

“can’t sleep?” he asked, leaning against the railing as his head tilted to the side in question.

a little smile made its way over your lips before turning your gaze back to the sky’s canvas once again, giving hongjoong a brief opportunity at how the moon’s light shone against your features. from the curve of your cheekbones, to your eyes that could rival against the stars with how they seemed to glint with unspoken emotions in them.

“a bad dream, rather.” you answered, the dark brown haired boy nodded understandingly.

“would you want to talk about it?” he offered, moving a bit closer next to you, the both of you now standing side by side underneath the moonlight.

with the sight of you growing a bit hesitant followed by a shake of your head, hongjoong could feel a slight twinge in his chest. not because of how you rejected his offer, but rather the slight fear in your features washing over for a split second before it was replaced with a smile on your lips made you look vulnerable. reaching a hand out, he gave your head a gentle stroke, murmuring how it was alright if you didn’t want to do so.

you, on the other hand, felt your body freeze at the touch before relaxing into his touch, somehow finding comfort. the action was small, yet it managed to give you quite an impact as you find yourself leaning against his touch.

“we can talk about anything you want to keep your mind off of it until you are ready to go back to sleep, we can even stand in silence, and i’ll be okay with that.” you heard him say, his tone laced with a welcoming warmth that sent your mind at ease.

and with that, you agreed. the two of you stood in the balcony staring up at the moon while talking about whatever had crossed your minds that ranged from what your favourite colours were to what had made you decide to choose the courses you were currently majoring in.

it was a rare moment between the two of you to be able to talk so openly like this, and if you were being honest, the you back then would probably be in disbelief to know that hongjoong and you could actually talk about any topics that came to mind without the tense atmosphere, or rather, not anymore. but you weren’t complaining, you are pretty much thankful that the two of you finally started to open up more with each other.

“joong, do you remember when we first met?” you asked, slightly surprised to see him already looking over at you once you turned to look at him.

with a hum, hongjoong turned around so his back was rested against the railing, arms folded in front of his chest as his lips pursed in thought.

“we met when mingi invited us to lunch on his first day of college, no?” you couldn’t help but to smile at yourself, he remembered.

“well.. remember when we were so awkward with each other?” you added, hongjoong emitting a low chortle at the memory, slightly cringing at the same time as well.

“i thought you hated me on our first meeting with how quiet you were.” you said, the male’s eyes widened at your sudden confession, quickly reassuring you that was not the case.

“it’s more like, i didn’t know how to interact with you.” he answered after a brief moment, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

your head tilted ever so slightly to the side in question, patiently waiting for him to continue whatever he had meant by that. though it would be a lie to say a rush of thoughts made its way through your mind from all the possibilities of what he had thought about you when the two of you first met each other.

“though, i am not at all saying i saw you in a negative way or anything like that!” he defended after seeing the conflicted expression painting over your face, the two of you now staring into each other’s eyes, your own widening in surprise.

“something about you somehow made me feel a little nervous to the point i didn’t know how to act around you, as ridiculous as it sounds.” hongjoong added, feeling the tips of his ears grow warm, purposely avoiding your gaze on his face by staring down at the dimly lit streets below.

silence made itself present between the two of you, and hongjoong swore that he could almost hear your eyebrows furrowing out of confusion, clearly not understanding by what he had meant by that.

“and.. why is that, if i may ask?” he heard you say, confusion evident in your tone as you spoke.

now gathering enough courage to look at you, the brown haired male reached a hand out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the corners of his lips twitching up into a gentle smile as the hand that tucked your hair rested itself atop of your head.

“you intrigue me, one way or another, y/n l/n.” he said, the simper on his lips growing wider upon catching the slight pinkish hue itself blooming itself over your cheeks.

“mingi was right, you do get flustered easily.” he teased, a clear attempt to lighten the atmosphere, causing you to sputter out gibberish words in response along with a light slap against his shoulder.

“and hit hard.” he groaned, rubbing a hand on the spot where you hit.

“that’s for making me think that you hated me or something back then, you dummy.” you merely replied with a shrug, a cheeky smirk curving your lips at the way hongjoong stared at you after letting out a scoff.

the both of you stared at each other in silence for a few more seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles, hongjoong playfully nudging his shoulder against your own while you retaliated with a nudge of your hip against his. the two of you spent a little while longer in the balcony than you intended just talking underneath the moonlight until you could feel the sleepiness starting to become apparent after feeling how heavy your eyelids were getting.

this, did not go unnoticed by the other.

“head on in and get some sleep, okay? i heard mingi’s planning to bring us to the new cafe in town down the street.” you heard him say as you stifled a yawn behind your closed fist with a nod of your head.

“what about you?” you asked, pushing yourself off of the railing.

“i’ll stay here for a bit, i’ll go in soon, i promise.”

with that, you could only nod your head in reply as you made your back inside, not before bidding the brown haired male a gentle ‘goodnight’, to which he returned with a wave of his hand. once he was sure you were inside and the sliding glass door was shut behind you, hongjoong switched his gaze back up to the sky as he heaved out a low sigh out of content.

“you really do intrigue me, muse.”

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pinkmingi · 4 years

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Reaction To: S/O Begging for Thigh Riding

Hongjoong:

*the instant you caved in to your needs and asked Hongjoong if he’d be willing to try something new with you, a smile would break out across his face as he leaned in and wrapped his hands around your face, planting a kiss on your lips and whispering gently*

“Of course, Jagi- what did you have in mind, hmm?”

*blushing as your hand ran across his strong thighs, biting your lips softly as your gaze found his*

“Uhm, I-I was wondering if I could...ride you?”

*chuckling softly as he brushed a strand of hair from your face*

“Baby you know I love when you ride me, is that really new though?”

*shaking your head as you placed both of your hands on his thigh this time, letting him know that you meant a different kind of riding*

“Not like thaaat, Joong...I meant, here. I wanna ride your thigh.”

*his eyes growing wide as a small nervous laugh left his lips*

“I-I’ve never done something like that before...”

*his gaze falling to your hands and watching the way you gripped him, his breathing becoming heavier as he tried to imagine you getting off on his lap, smiling to himself*

“Why don’t you show me?”

Seonghwa:

*he wouldn’t catch on to exactly what you meant right away, but as the question fell from your lips his curiosity would immediately spike*

“I...I really wanna try riding your thigh, babe...”

*giving you a quizzical look as his hand found your cheek, running his fingers into your hair softly*

“What do you mean, princess?”

*blushing softly as you attempted to explain it to him*

“Uhmm, well I just, think it’d feel really good, we don’t have to I just-”

*pressing his thumb over your lips firmly to silence you, eyeing you sternly as he pulled you from your seated position onto his lap*

“I never said I didn’t want to, baby. Don’t ever assume that I don’t wanna watch your gorgeous body on top of me, ok?”

*giggling as you felt your cheeks tinge red, shaking your head as you shoved him playfully*

“Stooop, I- I was just asking you don’t have to if you dont w-”

*pulling you against him roughly, his lips finding yours as he once again cut off your protests, his hands running up under your skirt as his fingers easily found your already soaked panties*

“Don’t test me, y/n. I want to...right now.”

Yunho:

*he knew the moment you started playing with the sleeve of his hoodie that you were feeling needy for him, but you were at the dorm with all the other members so he’d be doing his best to keep composure and not crack at all the cute little hints you were throwing his way- until you decided to whisper in his ear exactly what you wanted*

“Yunho, pretty please let me ride your thighs...? Please?”

*Your soft whisper always had a way of getting to him as his eyes grew wide at your request- he’d always wanted to see you in that position but the two of you hadn’t tried it before, at the same time however, he’d be frustrated that you chose to bring it up while you were with the other guys*

“Are you serious right now, princess?”

*scolding you quietly as his eyes fell on the other members engaged in their own conversation, making sure they hadn’t heard the sinful request you’d just made*

“Please, daddy? I-I wanna feel how strong your are...”

*pouting softly as you knew it’d make him cave in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening as he looked from you over to the members, and then back to you before leaning in slightly and letting his thumb graze your lips gently as he whispered*

“Go to my room, I’ll be there in 10 minutes- and if you’re not naked I swear Daddy won’t touch you for the rest of the night, ok?”

Yeosang:

*you knew as soon as the words left your mouth that you wouldn’t have to ask twice, when he felt your hand gently squeezing his thigh and heard the way your voice softened he could already tell you were about to ask him something dirty*

“Yeosang...? I, uhm...I think I wanna try riding your thigh. I’ve seen some things and it just looks really sexy so I thought maybe-”

*cutting off your rambling by placing his hand on top of yours, still palming his thigh as he smiled sweetly and eyeing you with a gaze that you knew was filled with dark intentions*

“Y/n, baby, come here...”

*patting his lap as he gently pulled you up from your seat beside him, letting your fall down against his lap as you let out a small gasp, making him smile even wider*

“I-is that a yes? I...I didn’t mean we had to try it now I just-”

“It’s a yes, sweetheart,”

*his gaze drifting down to your lower have that was now straddling him as he whispered in your ear lowly*

“Now tell me, was wearing this pretty little skirt intentional?”

San:

*the two of you were laying in bed together snuggled up perfectly when you felt yourself growing needy, something about his body being that close to you and the fact that you were wearing so little already set something off inside of you- as he adjusted his legs innocently and found his upper thigh sliding in between yours, you couldn’t help but moan*

“Y/n? Is everything ok?”

*his eyes widening slightly as he glanced at you in confusion, watching as your blushed and buried your face in his chest*

“I...I want to ride you, Sannie.”

*his hand sliding down to your chin, pulling your head up to face him as he stared at you for a moment, trying to process what you’d asked him until he felt the way your hips were moving slowly against his thigh, trying to hold back a smirk as he began to understand what exactly you wanted*

“Ahh, my baby wants to get off on my thigh? Is that it, jagi?”

“Y-yes.”

*his eyes becoming lustful and heavy as he flexed his thigh against your core, pressing up into you at a painfully slow pace, causing you to moan*

“Do it then, love...I know how badly you want to feel my underneath you.”

Mingi:

*you’d been extra needy for him all day, but the two of you had been with the other members and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in front of them so you’d waited until you had a moment alone together later that night, walking up to him and tapping his shoulder softly as you worked up the courage to ask him for what you’d been craving*

“M-mingi? Are you busy right now?”

*smiling softly up at you from his seated position, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your lower stomach which only made your aching needs grow stronger*

“I’m not busy baby, what’s up?”

*blushing as you ran your hands softly up his forearms and biceps, gripping his shoulders as you leaned into him*

“Mmm, I was wondering if...well I just- can I please ride y-your thigh?”

*as soon as you blurted out your desperate request, Mingi’s eyes would darken as a wide smile spread across his face, chuckling softly as your cheeks flushed*

“Yahh, y/n how long have you been waiting to ask me that?”

“U-uhm..well, I didn’t wanna ask you when the guys were around so...”

*gripping your hips tightly and puling your down onto his lap, his laughter gone as he flashed you a small smirk and leaned in slowly to whisper in your ear*

“Don’t do that again, angel...I don’t like the idea of you being needy and not telling me, ok?”

Wooyoung:

*wouldn’t even have to ask, Wooyoung knew from the way you bit your lip softly and stared at his thighs in the tight denim of his pants that you wanted him- and he had a pretty good guess as to what you wanted to try*

“Jagi, come here...”

*patting his lap as you sat down on your boyfriend, blushing at the way he eyed your body*

“I...I like sitting like this, Woo...”

*the corner of his lip pulling up into a smirk, nodding slowly as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, gripping your ass and pulling you closer to him*

“I thought you might, baby- but why don’t you spell it out for me, hmm? Tell me exactly what it is you need...”

*your cheeks flushing as your gaze fell, he knew you too well but he wasn’t going to let you off that easy without begging*

“Please, Woo...please let me ride your thigh, I can’t stop thinking about it...”

*brushing a strand of hair out of your face gently as he pulled your face up to meet his gaze*

“Take off your panties, baby girl. Now.”

Jongho:

*he’d know something was up when you intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing his much larger hand and wrapping your free arm around his bicep, smiling softly as he glanced over at you and patted your head lovingly*

“Are you tired, baby? I promise we’ll be done with the photoshoot soon and then we can go home- or should I call a car for you now? You don’t have to stay if you’re tired I can meet you back at the dorm after or-”

*shaking your head before he had a chance to ramble on further, laughing softly as you pressed a small kiss on his cheek*

“I’m not tired, Jongie..I-I wanna try something...you look so good in this suit*

*your eyes trailing down his long frame as you bit your lip, your eyes lingering on his strong thighs as he stepped back from you slightly, his eyes widening softly as he tried to meet your gaze*

“Yah, what do you mean try something?”

*his tone was playful but you could sense the confusion in his voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your toes slightly as you pulled him closer to whisper in his ear*

“I wanna ride your thigh.”

*giggling as you leaned back, watching his reaction as he became flushed, stuttering slightly as he looked around to see if other were in earshot*

“Aisshh, baby...you can’t just ask me that in public you know...you know it does things to me...”

*smiling proudly as you gave him your very best pouty face, knowing it never failed to work on him, watching his face darken slightly as he pulled you against him*

“I’m calling a car for you now, jagi...I won’t be able to focus otherwise. But when I get back, you better be ready.”

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hongism · 4 years

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mists of celeste ➻ 10.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 3.3k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act one ➻ part 10.5

“Watch your step,” Seonghwa says as you follow him through tall double doors. Despite his warning, you still manage to catch your foot on the edge of the threshold. You don’t fall to the ground – a miracle honestly – but the embarrassment still causes heat to rise in your cheeks. Seonghwa doesn’t make matters any better by turning to smirk at your clumsy actions out the corner of his eye. “I said watch your step.”

“And I said no,” you bite back through the embarrassment. Seonghwa laughs through his nose, waiting for you to pass him before tapping away at the keypad beside the door. It slides shut, and you glare down at the offending piece of threshold that caused you to stumble.

“Are you gonna shoot it for offending you, princess?”

“Might shoot you for the hell of it, pretty boy.” You shift your glare to the tall Lieutenant, who maintains the cheeky grin on his lips even as you bore daggers into his head with your eyes. “Where are we anyway?”

“This is our training room. Shooting range, punching bags, sparring court.” Seonghwa motions around the room, pointing to each thing as he mentions them, and you follow the line of his fingers.

“And we’re here because…?”

“You’re so impatient, princess. At least let a man finish before you interrupt.”

“Your mouth wasn’t even open,” you retort through a scoff.

“I was thinking about what to say.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Well be quiet so I can explain.”

You purse your lips, tongue darting out to run over the front of your teeth. Seonghwa seems pleased by your silence though, and a satisfied smile covers his lips before he continues to speak.

“We’re here to spar.”

“Oh, is that your definition of a good time?”

“If we were going by my definition of a good time, we’d be in my room.”

“I-I – we-well. Right. Yea. R-Right.” His less than wholesome remark comes out of left field, and you certainly weren’t expecting it in the slightest. You can’t stop yourself from getting flustered. Seonghwa chuckles again, letting his tongue toy at the corner of his lips before he speaks again.

“Sparring, because you need to work on your strength if you wanna use that pretty little trigger arm again. Yunho said physical therapy. Have you been doing it?”

“I’ve been doing stretches and stuff…” You trail off. You avoid Seonghwa’s gaze, but it betrays the fact that you have not actually been doing much to strengthen your arm. For which you blame no one but yourself, because, in all honesty, you would have gone to Yunho sooner if not for the lingering awkwardness of your slight argument not too long ago. Which no one knows about as far as you know, but you certainly aren’t planning on making it table talk.

“Right, mhm, stretches – or lack thereof – aren’t going to cut it.” Seonghwa moves away from you and prompts you to follow him, which you do albeit with no shortage of hesitance. He guides you over to one of the walls, opening a small cabinet to pull out a small roll of white gauze. “Wrap your palms and wrists. We’ll start on the punching bags before I kick your ass.”

“Kick my ass? Those are fighting words, Lieutenant.”

“I guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong then, no?” He tosses the roll of gauze over to you, one brow raised high. You catch it with ease but keep your glare on the man as you wrap the material around your palms and wrists. “have you ever done anything like this?”

“Of course I have. You think they just teach us to shoot in the military?”

“You never know. I was looking forward to teaching you a thing or two though. Damn, maybe we can do that if we ever get to try out my definition of a good time. I’m sure I can teach you a lot of things there.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to beat the shit out of you.” You yank the material tight around your wrist, securing it in place before chucking the spool of wrap back at Seonghwa. He catches it with one hand then motions towards where the punching bags hang off to the side with the same hand.

“Quit talking big and go over there.”

You sigh but do as told, and Seonghwa follows behind you. You can hear the tear of the gauze; he must be wrapping his wrists as well, but that’s putting a lot of confidence in your arm being okay enough to spar in the first place. As dramatic as Hongjoong initially made it seem, you haven’t felt too much a difference. Your hand does tremble when holding a pistol in front of you, but close distance isn’t an issue. It’s moreso long-distance that presents an issue, and only with pistols. You aren’t completely sure whether strengthening the muscle will fix that, but it wouldn’t hurt to try anyway. Seonghwa wraps around you, tossing the roll of gauze off to the side, and places a hand on the side of the tattered brown punching bag.

“Just give it a few swings and stuff to warm up. If you’re feeling okay afterward, we can try sparring one on one. Okay?”

“Understood,” you mutter back. Seonghwa clicks his tongue against the roof then steps away from the bag. You wait for him to get out of the way, finding his own bag. He starts to lay into it with jabs and punches. For a moment you just stand there and watch him hit the bag, but he hesitates when he doesn’t hear any sound coming from your side of the room. You whip your head back to the bag in front of you, settling into a stance you remember well from your time in the military.

This was always the most simple lesson for new recruits, and it was all based around strength. You were quite honestly a runt when you first became a recruit, however, and you had little to no strength. Sure, part of that could be blamed upon how you grew up and where, but it put you at a major disadvantage compared to your fellow recruits. That did make you the target of your generals for a time, and you were forced to go through extra training to just be on par with the other members of your unit, but the second they put a sniper in your hands, the balance shifted in your favor.

You still remember your old lessons quite well; although that’s a bit surprising since it’s been so many years since you first took them. The punching bag is rough under your knuckles as you knock against it. There isn’t much strain on your right arm, but the longer you use it, the more it burns. Not necessarily in a painful type of way, but rather just a tired ache in your muscles – a surefire sign that your muscles did indeed take a bigger hit than you initially thought they did.

Several minutes pass just like that; you and Seonghwa on opposite sides of the room, each hitting your own punching bag with force and dexterity. He’s the first one to pull back, sweat beading his hairline and causing the dark strands of hair to stick against his forehead. His chest heaves as he walks over to your side, hands pressed against his hips, and you notice that he’s pushed his sleeves up over his shoulders and revealed toned muscles that could definitely beat your ass handily.

You stop your movements as he gets closer and steady the bag with your left hand to look him in the eye.

“Yes?” You inquire when he doesn’t say anything right away.

“How’s your arm feeling?”

“No pain,” you answer with a small shrug of your shoulders. “Muscles are just a bit underused and tired.”

“You should be fine for some sparring then?”

It takes a second for you to process the statement as a question, and when it finally does, you nod with haste.

“Let’s do it, pretty boy.”

Seonghwa throws his head back as a laugh tears through his chest. He brings a hand to his hair, combing through the damp locks, and you follow him onto a thick mat. You backtrack immediately though to slip your shoes off and leave them at the edge of the mat, whereas Seonghwa just kicks his off on the mat and moves them with his hands. The two of you face each other in silence.

The gleam in Seonghwa’s eyes remains playful even as he secures the sleeves of his shirt further on his shoulders. You mimic the action and fold the sleeves of your basic white tee up like his.

“Two of three. Whoever gets knocked on their ass twice loses. Has to stay down for five seconds for it to count. How does that sound?”

“Easy enough,” you answer, smile stretching but you hide your teeth behind the line of your lips.

“I’ll go easy on you since you’re at a disadvantage, princess.” Seonghwa slides his feet apart slightly and falls into an offensive stance. You mirror his movements but step into a more defensive one. The second lesson they taught you in the military was to watch your enemy for patterns or nuances that would indicate weaknesses. Seonghwa is leaning all his weight on his front foot – the left one – which means he’s going to go for an attack first, then pull that weight back onto his right one. You push back on your right foot, shifting the weight back to be opposite his stance.

“I can handle you, pretty boy,” you taunt, tongue darting out to drag over your top lip.

Seonghwa’s left foot slides in, and you flit your gaze up to his face as he moves. The attack is easy to dodge, his movements readable and basic. You make a jab for the inside of his ribcage, he snaps his hand down against yours and catches your wrist with the same amount of ease. You twist your hand in his grip, slipping loose before he can toss you to the ground. Your gaze pulls off his feet to watch the shifts of his arms instead. As he moves left, you move right, and thus the two of you engage in a small dance.

He attacks next, staying on the offensive side of things. Feet skid across the mat as he lunges forward, but he turns at the last second and secures a hand at your hip. He fights to grab your leg, but you greet him with a sharp elbow to the shoulder. He stumbles back and lets your hip loose. You shuffle back a few steps. Eventually, you’ll have to shift over to the offensive side but Seonghwa won’t let up. He hits you with two consecutive attacks – one jab for your right shoulder, and as you are leaning away from him, he brings his right leg up to hook around your left knee. You don’t even have time to blink before he sends you down to the mat, hitting with enough force to take all the air out of your lungs. Seonghwa comes down with you, knee pressed against the inside of your hip to keep you to the ground. What follows is the longest five seconds of your life, and even as you try to tug out of his grasp, his weight proves too much for you to fight against.

“Five seconds, princess,” Seonghwa taunts as he pulls himself back to his feet once the time elapses. “One point to me then.”

He extends a hand to you, and you take it begrudgingly. He tugs you to your feet. The two of you fall back into your stances without missing a beat. Seonghwa’s eyes dance with playful exuberance as his stance falls to a defensive one. It seems that he wants you to be on the offensive side first this time, but you don’t take the allowance as a compliment. You’re certain that he could flip things back to the offensive side without much effort, so you opt not to go into an attacking stance quite yet. You keep your weight shifting from foot to foot.

You and Seonghwa resume your aggressive dance, exchanging blow after blow but not managing to send each other down quite yet. Whilst you manage to deliver several hits and they land nicely, it’s not enough to cast Seonghwa off his balance. However, now that you know a few of his tricks from the first round and watching his steps, you manage to dart around his attacks with haste. You are lighter on your feet than he is, although he’s still quite nimble and that surprises you for a man of his height.

An opening arises when he leans forward with his left foot. His right comes off the ground for a split second but it’s an opening nonetheless and you slip your foot under his before he brings it back to the ground. The surprise of hitting your foot rather than the mat causes Seonghwa to jerk upwards again. As his leg lifts you use all your force to ram your left shoulder into his chest. He stumbles back, balance quickly diminishing, and you sweep your leg in a circle to catch his and fully bring him to the ground.

His eyes go wide as he falls to the ground, and he almost seems to move in slow motion. You smirk as he hits the mat, an ‘oof’ escaping him, and you press one knee to the middle of his chest.

“Checkmate.” You know he’s more than strong enough to overpower you and flip the position with ease, but Seonghwa just lies back and smiles up at you with fire in his eyes.

“Good move, princess. That’s five seconds.”

“You practically gave that one to me,” you huff as you stand back up straight. You extend an arm to Seonghwa the way he did to you, and he lets you pull him up.

“Then I’ll make sure not to go easy on you this time.” Seonghwa chuckles to himself as he falls back into a fighting stance. You match him this time, knowing that you don’t have any room for error now that the score is one to one. Neither of you are directly offensive or defensive this time. Seonghwa’s posture is relaxed and confident, he doesn’t bend as low this time, and the gleam in his eyes reads arrogance. He’s certain that he will win this round as well, but you’re determined to at least give him hell before he takes you down.

You attack first this time, a swift jab to his outer hip, and Seonghwa closes your hand against his side by slamming his arm down on top of yours. He traps your wrist between his hip and forearm. You push your weight up against him, head connecting with his shoulder. This time, Seonghwa manages to keep you pinned though. He slips a leg between yours, hooking his foot around your ankle. The action nearly sends you spiraling to the ground but you spring your wrist loose at the last second and roll out of the way before he can pin you down.

You exhale a huff of laughter as you look up at Seonghwa. One of his sleeves has fallen back to its original place, but the other maintains its spot rather well. His hair remains pressed flat again his forehead, even more damp than before, and his chest heaves from the further exertion. You’re sure you look to be in a similar state of disarray but you don’t have time to think about it before Seonghwa is attacking you again. The sudden combination of attacks are rough and hard-hitting; he doesn’t even wait for you to get back up to your feet to hit you. You defend yourself as best you can, blocking around half of the attacks comfortably. One of his kicks hits your forearm awkwardly, and you release a small shout of pain at the contact.

Seonghwa ceases his attacks immediately. Freezes up actually and kneels beside you with eyes suddenly full of concern. In all honesty, it didn’t hurt that bad and you don’t even feel a dull throb coming from where he hit you. You’ve never been a fair player though, and you rub at the skin while hissing through your teeth.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Which arm is it? Let me see,” Seonghwa rants, hands coming to rest atop yours. His balance shifts, and in that moment, you swing forward and flip him onto his back. You pin his wrists on either side of his head, a cocky grin overtaking your lips.

“Still going easy on me?” You taunt. Seonghwa blinks up at you, still a step behind, and when he realizes how you tricked him, his expression settles into a bitter one.

“That’s a cheap trick, princess.”

“It still worked on you, didn’t–”

You don’t have time to respond. Seonghwa somehow tugged his wrists out of your grasp while speaking. He swings a leg around your waist and pushes off the ground to alter your positions. All of a sudden, you’re the one laying flat on your back with your wrists pinned to the ground. Seonghwa keeps both of your hands on the mat with only one of his, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that the show of strength is mildly impressive. He lifts his other hand to glance down at his wristband. It’s his turn to wear a cocky grin.

“Five seconds, princess.”

“That was cheap.”

“You only had me down for four.” Seonghwa pokes the edge of his mouth with his tongue, eyes taunting you with their playful gleam. “I win. Two of three. Although you put up a better fight than I thought you would.”

“Oh, what a compliment.” You writhe against Seonghwa’s grip. The awkwardness of the position is beginning to settle in a little, with his legs pressed on either side of your hips and his hand pinning yours above your head. He doesn’t let up though, eyes ever-playful as he stares down at you.

“It was cute when you tried to pin me down.” Seonghwa’s eyes scan your expression. Your face is hot but moreso from embarrassment rather than the physical exertion. Seonghwa’s cheeks are a little flushed, small beads of sweat travel down his temple, and you follow the movement with your eyes. “I wonder…” He trails off without finishing the train of thought then pulls off of you a moment later.

It gives you a chance to exhale a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How does your arm feel?”

“Like it’s gonna be sore tomorrow,” you grumble as you pull yourself into a sitting position. “But it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good. Maybe next time you can actually try to beat me.” Seonghwa stands up and tugs at the bands around his arms. He unwinds them while smirking down at you. You glare back.

“Next time?”

“You think I’m going to let you off the hook? That arm isn’t going to fix itself with some ‘stretches’. I’ll put you on your ass every day if I have to.”

“Yea, well, something tells me you’d like to do that regardless.”

Seonghwa quirks a brow at your muttered comment. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your body, moving head to toe, then he tilts his head side to side.

“Can’t deny that.”

“Ugh, you’re despicable.” You stand up and head for the double doors, intent on leaving the training room before he gets you even more flustered.

“Four o’clock tomorrow, Y/N!” Seonghwa calls out after you, a laugh in his tone.

“Yea, yea, whatever, pretty boy.”

✧✧✧ a/n: ohohohohoho i smell some sexual tension 👃👃👃👃 JKDFJ this idea came to mind, and some people on the survey were asking about sparring sessions or just daily lives of the crew along with y/n so i decided to break up some of our juicy tension with mORE JUICY TENSION wow at least im consistent sodifjofij i hope you all enjoy this part! it’s quite early in terms of me writing stuff but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head

this is a repost because i deleted the wrong one im sorry just ignore this and me slkdfjljiojo

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hwauas · 3 years

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🕊️(+🔞): 7 minutes in heaven

park seonghwa, jeong yunho, song mingi | 박성화, 정윤호, 송민기 - 2,623 words

please, before reading this;

this piece has a smut part WHICH IS ONLY A PART. i'm gonna put in red the word you can read up to before it switches to a smut. and after this word, you can read at your own risk.

Yunho and Mingi were best friend. everybody knew it.

but nobody else than Mingi knew how Yunho felt about Seonghwa.

who is Seonghwa? Seonghwa is the oldest among their little band. this band composed of 8 different personalities. but that was their strength.

Seonghwa had everything Yunho could ask for. he was obsessed by Seonghwa. he was thinking about him, he was talking about him, he was sometimes staring at him with pure love in his eyes. and the older, of course, noticed it after few weeks. he noticed how Yunho's gaze on him changed. he noticed how Yunho's tone changed when he was talking to him. and he noticed how clingy he became — he was clingy already, but he became way more clingy.

Seonghwa never did anything. he never did something that could warn Yunho about feelings for him, or something that could warn Yunho about his disinterest in him. he was lost, he didn't know what to think, nor what to do.

today again, they had to spend the rest of the day, and the night, all together. but Yunho asked Mingi to meet him at a park before to talk about the upcoming event.

“hey, wassup?” asked Mingi as he waved at Yunho and sat besides him on the bank.

“hi Mingi. i wanted to talk to you about something.”

“oh no. again about Seonghwa.” Mingi sighed — even though it was teasing only. “if i knew, i would have taken a pillow or something to sleep while you talk again about how much you love Seonghwa.”

Yunho slightly punched Mingi in the arm, whining. “hey, that's mean...” he laughed alongside Mingi before exposing everything. “listen.. it's just that i don't know what to think about the whole situation and i'm afraid about what may happen tonight.”

“dude, relax, what could go wrong?” Mingi looked at Yunho with concern.

“are you kidding me? San and Wooyoung are the ones who organised the whole party thing of tonight. it won't be a surprise if, out of nowhere after drinking alcohol, they scream something like LET'S PLAY 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! or LET'S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE! and then, it will be a problem.”

Mingi smiled as he saw how worried his best friend was. “it's not as if he will put you pregnant if we play 7 minutes in heaven and you both are chosen by the bottle.”

“ah-ah-ah, funny. i'm cry laughing.”

“i'm happy i can help.” Mingi said as he patted his best friend's back.

they stayed quiet a few minutes. Yunho was still lost. a ton of different scenarios were going on inside his head. but none actually good enough to make him a little bit more confident.

“fuck...” he breathed out as he held his head tightly between his hands.

“Yun, relax. i'm pretty sure he noticed few things about your feelings for him. and if he didn't say anything to you, if he doesn't show any unease around you, i'm sure you have all your chances with him.”

with tears in the corner of his eyes, he looked at Mingi desperately. “does he even like boys? i don't even know!”

“hey, Yun. shhh..” he slowly wrapped an arm around him to hug Yunho. he wasn't the most touchy-feely among them, but in front of his best friend's distress, what else could he do? “he does like people for who they are, not what they are. he doesn't really give importance to the genre.” Mingi tried his best to cheer up on his best friend. yet he wasn't that good with words neither.

Yunho finally nodded, and wiped away those years before they fall down his cheeks. “thank you for always listening to me, Mingi.”

when Mingi felt like Yunho was doing better, he let him go of.

“let's have a bubble tea! my treat.”

with that, they both left to go to the nearest bubble tea shop. they spend some quality time together, and Yunho could forget a little about what was bothering him regarding Seonghwa.

when time finally came, they both reached to San's home. it was a huge one, far from the center, with a lot of space to enjoy an afternoon and a night as they were about to do.

Seonghwa was already here, talking with Hongjoong — the second 98 liner. Yunho's eyes was scanning Seonghwa with pure love again. from head to toes. he was well dressed — as always — and was wearing the kind of outfit Yunho liked the most: a shirt, unbottonned enough to see a little bit of his chest.

he was interrupted by Wooyoung who came to great them. he was holding a box he extended to them to put their phones in.

“you know the rule guys: no phone, no risk to do something completely dumb while being drunk.” Wooyoung said.

Yunho and Mingi put their phones in the box, and entered the house. the music was already playing, and the TV screen was on, showing that few video games were planned.

Yunho and Mingi were the last to join. everybody gathered on the sofa in front of the TV when San called for the beginning of their party,. yet, Mingi hold back Yunho for a moment and whispered: “don't think too much, and enjoy the moment with everybody.”. Yunho nodded, and sat on the sofa.

the video games they prepared were ones they play a lot to. yet, it was still something they enjoyed to do.

as always, a lot of laughters, a lot of joy, a lot of happiness: everything to make beautiful memories. they played until the sun almost disappeared.

“guys, let's watch the sunset before the real start of our evening all together.” Wooyoung and San exchanged a conspiratorial smile, and turned off the TV.

with that, they all stood up and took a bottle of beer before going out, in the garden. they sat at different spots, by two or three. Yunho decided to sit next to the pool, and he was alone. he was looking at the sunset, drinking sometimes the beer.

and slowly, Seonghwa approached.

“can i?” Seonghwa asked, and sat almost immediately after Yunho nodded. “you seem a little bit... out if it, absent-minded. is there anything?”

“i just..” Yunho looked up to take a look at Seonghwa's face. he was drinking on his beer, and he couldn't help but stare at him. his plump lips on the neck of the bottle, his jawline perfectly exposed to him, his Adam's apple moving, his hair covering his eyes. he looked ethereal. Yunho looked away pretty quickly, and cleared his throat.

“there's a lot.. in my mind..” Yunho tightened a little his hand around the bottle to try and keep a control on himself. the veins slowly got more visible on the back of his hand.

it was very hard for him to hold back both his feelings and the desire. even though the older didn't do anything, just this shirt and the way he drank was slowly getting him. he slowly felt like he was turned on minutes after minutes.

Seonghwa noticed the hand around the bottle. he leaned over a little to try and look at Yunho's face.

“wanna talk about it?” Seonghwa asked, but Yunho shook his head as a no. it felt a little bit sad the other didn't open up a little more. “i'm not good at giving advices.. but i'm a great listener. just reach me if you ever want to talk about anything.”

before Yunho could answer, Wooyoung called for everybody. the sun was down now, and Yunho didn't really noticed it at first.

“before we get too drunk... 7 minutes in heaven?” he asked as he shook his bottle which was now empty.

“but when we're drunk.. aren't we 100% sincere?” Jongho asked as he sat down on the floor with the other, in circle around the bottle.

“maybe. but i don't want anybody to throw up at me while i'm kissing him.” Wooyoung said, making everybody laugh in the room.

the first duo which was selected by the bottle was Yeosang and Hongjoong. they both went in the dark room, and nobody knows what happened. Yeosang got out of the room with a bright smile, but any hints, and Hongjoong followed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“suspicious.. very suspicious.” San said, before handing the bottle to Hongjoong.

he spinned it. and the neck first pointed at Seonghwa. before spinning it again, Mingi leaned over and whispered into his ear: “let Seonghwa and Yunho have a moment together.”

Hongjoong nodded, and with a smirk, weakly spinned it so the neck was now pointing at Yunho. “7 minutes. not a single second more.” Hongjoong said as he clicked his tongue right after.

“he did it on purpose!” Yunho said, looking at San and Wooyoung. but as if they were in cahoots, they both shrugged.

“we never said it was forbidden.~” Wooyoung said, knowing too well there was something between them.

Yunho stood up as he sighed, and followed Seonghwa into the dark room. as soon as he closed the door, Seonghwa pushed him against the door.

“do you really think i didn't notice?” he said with a deep voice in the other's ear. Yunho was trapped by Seonghwa's body and arms around him.

this got Yunho surprised, earning a gasp from him. “notice.. what..?”

“the way you look at me. both with pure love or.. hungrily, like you did earlier.” Seonghwa started kissing the area behind his ear, and went lower to his neck. “the way you became way more clingy. the way you're talking to me which became so smoother.” Seonghwa straightened up as if he wanted to look into Yunho's eyes — which he couldn't because of the darkness. “i hope you're gonna tell me the truth quickly so we can enjoy the rest of the time properly: do you love me, Yunho?”

Yunho gulped hardly, but finally nodded. “i.. i do.. i fucking do, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa immediately kissed him; it was passionate, yet showing a little bit his desire.

“6 minutes left!”

Seonghwa pulled away from the kissed and grawled. “dammit.” he kissed once again the other's neck, and mark his territory by a hickey.

Yunho felt extremely weak at this moment. he loosely hold on Seonghwa's hair.

“but wait wait wait..” Yunho said as he felt the pleasure growing inside him, making him breath quickly. “you.. you do love me?”

Seonghwa straightened up as he heard Yunho, scared to do something he didn't want. but when he heard the question, he sighed. “you scared me, idiot. i thought you don't like this..” he pecked Yunho's lips, this time as gently as possible. “i love you too, Yunho.”

Yunho's heart skipped few beats at this confession. and before he could tell anything, Seonghwa was kissing him again while pushing him on a chair. he kneeled in front of him, between is legs.

“we have..” Seonghwa started to say, but got interrupted.

“5 minutes left!”

the older laughed at the good timing. since he could see a little bit into the darkness, he could see Yunho looking down at him and trying to control his breathe. he had a hand in his own hair, and was bitting his lower lip. “what do you want me to do during these 5 minutes? hurry up, tell me!”

Yunho couldn't say anything. it was a moment he never thought he would live. and he never thought he would have the chance to ask Seonghwa for something. he lowered a little more his head, looking at his lower region. anyways, he couldn't go back to them like this..

Seonghwa noticed the head lowering again, and smiled as he understood the problem. “alright.~”

Seonghwa unbottonned the other's pants in aim to help him. once his lower region was unclothed, he immediately hold onto his length to go up and down.

“gotta stay quiet, baby.~”

Yunho only answered with a deep noise. his head slowly fell back, looking at the ceiling, as the pace of Seonghwa's hand got quicker.

“4 minutes left!”

Yunho was throbbing inside Seonghwa's hand. he wanted to close his thighs because of all the pleasure he was experiencing, but his thighs would met Seonghwa's body at a moment. the older noticed it, just as he noticed this had to go quicker: he didn't want the other to barge in the room if they stayed longer than 7 minutes, and to see him like this. he wanted to be the only one to have this sight.

“don't hold it back, baby. come for me.” Seonghwa said, waiting impatiently for the other's orgasm.

“holy fu..! Hwa..~” Yunho was trying as much as possible to hold back his moans, even though this was frustrating him.

to try and get him release, Seonghwa kitty licked the tip of the other's length. the feeling got Yunho throbbing harder.

he ran a hand through Seonghwa's hair and hold on them. he arched his back a little.

“3 minutes left!”

as Seonghwa kept going, Yunho finally came into the older's hand. Seonghwa slowly stopped his hand, and let go of Yunho's throbbing member.

Yunho slowly let go of Seonghwa's hair, and got a grip on himself. he leaned over to kiss Seonghwa's forehead.

“thank you so much, Hwa..”

he looked around the room to try and find tissues. he grabbed the box, and helped Seonghwa getting rid of the white liquid on his hand. he cleaned himself up, and get dressed again.

“was it because if these kisses in the neck?” Seonghwa asked as he took Yunho's place on the chair once he got up to throw away the tissues.

“yeah.. it's an erogenous spot.. and also because it's you!”

“what do you mean, Yun?”

Yunho approached Seonghwa again, a little bit lost in the dark room.

“2 minutes left!”

Seonghwa grabbed Yunho by his waist and pulled him to make him sit in his lap. this is when he felt that Seonghwa was also turned on: a little bulge was pecking his buttocks.

“you have 2 minutes left to tell me the truth.~”

Yunho sighed as he noticed he was obliged to tell him everything: “because besides the fact i love you and desire you since a lot.. you're so damn hot in shirts.”

Seonghwa giggled at this confession as he hid himself behind his back. “i'll keep that in mind.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, and slightly spanked Yunho. “be a good boy, and kiss me till our 7 minutes are over.”

Yunho turned over on the other's lap, and first only pecked Seonghwa's lips. he pulled away right after.

“but.. what about you..?” he asked as he lowered his head to look at Seonghwa's lower region.

“who said the night was over? i just talked about our 7 minutes, baby.~” he said with a deeper voice, and immediately kissed Yunho passionately.

“1 minute left! start cleaning the cum, guys!”

as they were kissing, they heard laughters in the living room because of the comment. they stopped kissing only when thirty seconds left were announced, and stood up.

“you're sure about that, Hwa..?” Yunho asked worryingly as they were about to go out.

“i'd suggest you.. 7 minutes more in heaven.~”

when they got out, Seonghwa immediately went to the bathroom. Yunho immediately understood, and went back in the living room. of course, the hickey was visible, and the smiles they all did showed that everyone understood what happened.

“we'll be back.. in 7 minutes.~” Yunho winked to them, and almost ran to spend again minutes in heaven, with his angel.

Mingi and Hongjoong gave each other a high five, happy about what they've done.

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Kinked out of bed-Yeosang and Yunho smut

Holy fuck, as i was writing this i got inspiration for three more poly chapters. This is the fucking gateway chapter right here folks XD

So i've made this chapter for two reasons 1) I was involved in a thirst ask and was asked to make it into a chapter. I also got one of my favorite writers to follow me! Thank you @vocalyunho

2) I've been wanting to make a poly au with ateez for a while now, inspired by @atotheteeny so this is dedicated to both of them. I love you guys. I didn't go over this other than to make sure there were no spelling errors. So kinda unedited but i trust myself enough

warnings: Heavy fucking, dirty talk, nsfw with a few other members but you only have sex with the two listed in the title. Oral sex (Male and female receiving) Fingering, light mentions of sounding-not too much, good cop bad cop, angry sex, Teasing, the word fuck is the staple of this oneshot, Very unprotected sex (Wrap before you tap) Both holes fucking. (I probably forgot a few)

I got very self indulgent with this, i hope you enjoy~

Word count: 7000 words cause i got carried away.

This morning definitely isn't the best one you've woken up to. The floor isn't the best place to end up on, you've found. The reason as to why you're on the floor now is in your former spot on the bed next to Yunho. You aren't mad that Yeosang decided to worm his way into you and Yunho's night together at three am, he was warm to cuddle against but that mindset changed about five minutes ago when he literally kicked you out of the bed. Now the two of them are cuddling together. Both of them will feel your wrath today.

Downstairs the kitchen is already alive with Seonghwa cooking breakfast, the smell of kimchi rice already filling the air. Your arms wrap around his busy form. "I need help daddy." He rests a hand over yours. "I was wondering when you would wake up. What happened?" How did he- "I saw Yeosang in the bed when i went to check on you earlier. He looked like he was about to push you away from Yunho, let me guess; he kicked you out of bed?" you huff into his back. "Why didn't you take me to your room, or wake me up?" Seonghwa shrugs and flips the pan. "I guess i wanted to see you fired up, you're really sexy when you are." He still didn't tell you if he would help you or not. The both of you sway in place.

"So will you help me?" Small fingers prod into his sides hard enough to make him do his awkward laugh. "If you tell me what you plan on doing i could maybe help you."

"I wanna tease them! So will you help me and tell the others?" Honestly, it's like pulling teeth to get help from him. "If you go wake the others up before breakfast gets cold, yes." A giggle erupts from you as you make your way towards the stairs. "If......." There it is, the damn catch. You do a 180 to look at him, leaning against the counter with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You let me use the chastity belt on you." A small grimace forms on your face, the bottom of your stomach tossing however. "Deal." "And..." "Oh what now?"

He starts to pout at you. "Wheres my kiss?" Oh, how could you have forgotten. Seonghwa pulls you into the kiss before you get completely to his spot, a light sound coming from him that could easily grow into a moan. He was already aroused by the idea of using the belt on you, seeing you in your panties setting him off even more. A smacking noise pulls your lips apart as you pull away from him giggling. "I have to go get them up Hwa, I'll come back down soon." Seonghwa reluctantly lets go of you but not before leaving one last peck on your lips.

The first few rooms were the easy ones to get up, Jongho ad Hongjoong were already awake. Then you arrived at San's room where you hear noises on the inside making you hesitate before opening the door. Whats the worst he could be doing, Masturbating?

"San~ faster~" Your breath catches in your throat. Wooyoung takes notice of you, quickly pushing San off of him. Though his dick is still in San's hand. "Hwa has breakfast done. But you two just come down when you're ready. No need to stop, just finish up-" You break out in laughter, you should have listened to the door better. Hopefully Mingi isn't too pre occupied. "Baby?" You gently call out, the light from the hallway illuminates his body enough to show him sprawled out on the bed; his boxers just barley hanging on his leg. It's such a cute habit of his, though it does have you entertaining certain activities in the morning. His eyes gently peel open once you start to shake him, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest and rolling over. "No baby, we gotta get up." Mingi lets out raspy giggles as you kiss over his cheeks, unable to get away from you. God he was so attractive in the morning. You almost don't want to leave the bed. "Stay with me." Dear sweet Jesus take me now. "I cant, Hwa has breakfast ready. So please get dressed and go down for me?" He lets out a sleepy "Okay" ad lets you on your way. In the hallway you pass Wooyoung who's hair is even more frazzled than when you saw him, his curls bouncing with each step.

In Yunho's bedroom you rip the blankets off of them but it's only enough to stir them. You take in their forms, wondering how you can piss them off today. Well, you have to start somewhere; you flick on the lights to their highest setting. Yeosang's eyes open up to glare at the lights bothering him. Throwing yourself in between them is enough to startle Yunho awake enough for you to bug. "Good morning sleepy heads! It's time to get up because Hwa made breakfast."

"But i want you for breakfast." Yunho grabs you by the waist, kissing the marks he left on your neck last night. You push him off, bouncing off the bed. It leaves him confused and adorable as hell in his morning blush state. "Hurry up now boys, or we'll eat without you." Both of them take in the sight of you dawned in Yunho's over sized shirt and the pink lacy underwear peaking out from underneath. You wiggle your hips for good measure, padding out of the room soon as you do. The other six of your boyfriends are already in the kitchen eating the delicious breakfast Hwa made. "Thank you for breakfast daddy." You give seonghwa a kiss as he hands you a plate. Mingi pulls you into his lap, resting his head on your shoulder. "Feed me?" His hands wrap around your waist not waiting for you answer.

You don't notice the blonde next to you until ne nuzzles into the side of your face. He always does this when he wants a kiss. All you do is ignore him and continue to feed the red head under you. Yeosang grumbles something under his breath and kisses you on the cheek. Everyone continues the conversation like nothing's wrong, after breakfast you take everyone's plate and giving them kisses. Except Yunho and Yeosang, you don't even take their plates. "Oh! I'm so sorry i forgot." They both give you the okay, but their tones say otherwise. One you're done with the dishes you follow everyone into the living room. Wooyoung grabs you by wrist and pulls you into his lap. He kisses and licks up your neck, making you sigh in content, what makes it even better is Yunho setting right beside you two and Wooyoung keeps batting his hands away every time he tries to help out. Hwa must have already informed everyone on the plan for today. "Hmm" Wooyoung grinds into you and tugs at your shirt.

"Did you get this out of Mingi's closet? It's far too big to be yours." It's obviously Yunho's shirt on you , he was wearing it before he whisked you away to his room, starting your night of pleasure. Everyone knows it's his shirt on you. "It's mine." Speak of the devil, Yunho looks at Wooyoung in disbelief. "Oh sorry, guess I've never noticed you wearing it." Even though that's the exact shirt Woo complimented him on yesterday, but good try baby. Woo uses a condescending tone, he dismisses the other man without a second though to pull you into him more. He slips his hand in between your thighs to palm your covered crotch. Perhaps he was trying to rile Yunho up by making you whine so close to his lap, or maybe he was just trying to get back at you for this morning but he stops his movements and just rests his hand on your pussy. No one in the room takes notice of you beside Yunho who can't take his eyes off of Woo who now has his other hand up your shirt to cup your boob.

Yunho's breathing hitches when he watches San also crawl into Wooyoung's lap, pressing his chest against yours. He takes your lips in his own, a hand slipping down past your lacy underwear, the ones that Yunho had bought for you. Something in Yunho sparks up as he see's San hand in your panties. Because he had bought those so he could be the one to slip his fingers past them, to pull them off your body; Not san. "You did such a good job picking these out for us baby doll." Sn forces you to rut against his hand, he needs you to crave more of his touches. "It's so easy to slip fingers past them. Oh look at her, she's whining for more. Look at her Yunho~" He grabs your face and turning it to Yunho, pressing his cheek against yours. "Doesn't she look so good for me? I bet she wouldn't mind me ripping these off right here in front o everyone. Wouldn't you Y/n?" The only response you give is a mewl, San takes this as a chance to slip two fingers up into you to curl. You make the most beautiful face towards Yunho but it isn't because he's making you feel good. He storms up out of the room, clearly having a flustered friend in his pocket he should calm down.

San kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth making sure he remembers you correctly. He takes his fingers out of you and replaces his tongue with them. "Now be a good girl and clean them off." He's turned himself on too much, his eyes now dark and the look of corruption in his eyes. He wants nothing more than to be able to bend you to his every will right now. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, saliva dripping out the corners of your mouth. Wooyoung makes sure he isn't forgotten by gently pressing kisses to your shoulder blades that have been exposed due to the shirt shifting, he still molds your breast like a clump of clay in his hand. You pop off of San's fingers watching as he takes them into his mouth to collect the saliva you left behind. He slips off of Woo's knees into the spot Yunho used to be.

Across the room Yeosang looks at you in utter shock and something else you can't quite read. What the fuck did you three just do that you're able to convert back to your bubbly selves so quickly? A second ago San was all but mounting you and now it looks like you're a bunch of church kids getting ready for worship. He changes his mind as you look at him with dark eyes, eye fucking him on the spot. "Well i think i'm going to go grab a shower." Yeosang stands up almost too quickly and latching himself to your waist. "How about i join you?" He whispers in your ear, pulling your ass to rest on his crotch. Looks like your little Yeosang has a thing for live action porn. "No i'm fine Sangie." You whip around and give him the most innocent smile ever, one that you only show Seonghwa. As you leave Yeosang can't help but feel embarrassed in front of everyone, his hard on visible to all eyes.

By the bathroom door you wait and watch for Yeosang to come up the stairs. Phase two of your plan commencing as you see him turn the corner. You slip back in the shower and start your act. "Augh~ Yeosaaaang!" The footsteps stop. "Oh fuck Sangie I love your fingers so much!" The footsteps now come closer to the bathroom. "Y/n?.....Are you okay?" Perfect, he grabbed the bait. "Yea Sangie, did you need something?" Your voice is back to normal. "Oh, no i just thought i heard you crying. I love you."

"I love you too!" He begins to walk away. "Yeosang i love your tongue on my pussy! God i want your cock" You make sure to say it very dramatically this time. The knocking on the door is almost immediate. "Y/n are you sure you're okay. Can i come in for a second?" He sounds so confused and worried, right where you want him. "Sangie i told you 'm fine." You laugh at him, your voice doing a 180 again. "Can i just please come in for a second?" You wrap a towel around yourself and open the door, showing him your wet hair and running water. "Yes?" Your voice feigns annoyance, watching him grow pink in the face. "I-i'm sorry. I'll be on my way then. Thank you." He walks off and enters his room, shutting it with more force than intended. This plan of your's is growing beautifully.

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"Yea i'm good Umma, How's Noona doing?" Jongho pokes your side, motioning to Yeosang on the phone. You give him a little high five and a kiss, breaking up your little cuddle session to give Yeosang a warm hug; witch he returns with his free arm. Meanwhile your small hand creeps down to the back of his waistband, shimmying their way to the front. He gives you a warning glance, his blonde locks falling into his face and making him even more tempting. How rude of him to look at you so coldly, you counter his face by giving him a warm and smiley one. Your hands slip past his jeans and underwear, his Adams apple bobs hard to keep his sounds from going into his poor mother's ear. Your delicate fingers swipe over the slit of his cock, one of your nails poking into it. A loud whine leaves him. "I just stubbed my toe is all, i'm fine." he covers his next moan with a laugh, your nail sliding further in until it reaches your nail bed, his breaking point. "Hey, i actually have to go. Yea no, i know i just got called to a last minute meeting. Thank you for calling Umma. I love you, tell dad for me?" Never in his life has he ended a call so fast, his hand trapping yours in place by your wrist. "What the fuck are you doing Y/n?" He forces your other hand in his pants, not caring about the boy mere feet from him. "What do you mean Sangie?" Your voice is angelic, it pisses him off that you can keep your composure so easily. Your phone in your back pocket buzzes, Yeosang's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. You rip both of your hands out of his pants, he doubles over and lets out a strangled cry. If only he knew the culprit for his pain is Jongho who texted you winky faces. You saunter back over to him to resume your movie spooning session, Yeosang drags himself to the couch opposite of you glaring, wide eyed, mouth agape and breathing erratic. He runs a hand through his hair to ground him back into reality.

After about five minutes when he looks somewhat normal again, his eyes light up once you sit on his lap, grinding your hips against his. He made the mistake of letting you get away before, he won't make it again. Sangie keeps your hips on him as he grinds you into him harder and faster planning to get off on your clothed heat. He rests his head on your shoulder to moan into your ear. "God, you little sphinx. Why do you do this to me?" Not a question he expects you to answer, instead moaning into you harder.

The front door opens, startling him enough for you to slip out of his grip, bouncing over to Yunho and Seonghwa who just game back from the store, grocery bags in hands. You can hear Yeosang's groan of frustration from the living room, soon followed by Jongho's string of laughter. The groceries in Yunho's hands are quickly forgotten once you start to pull him away. "C'mon Yunho, i wanna play a game with you~" He's confused but his male hormones easily allow you to guide him to his room where you push him onto the bed, ripping his shirt off in the process. He helps you pull off your pants, his shirt falling over your panties. "God i love these panties." Yunho pushes the shirt up to show off your belly as you crawl over his crotch, beginning to unbutton his pants. He leans back on his forearms as he pulls you into a desperate kiss. "I've been wanting to rip them off of you all day." You let him throw you under him, shoving his large hands up your shirt. "Is this why you've been teasing me all day, You wanted this too?" His tongue is hot in his open mouthed kisses on your belly. "Just didn't get enough last night, did you?" He presses down on your belly. "Were you craving my cock again?" He presses harder. "Were you wanting it to bulge out your stomach right here cause you're just so fucking small for my cock to go anywhere else." His hand presses harder, eliciting a moan from you. "Look at you, i haven't even touched your pussy and you're already moaning. Why is that? Is it because of my hand?" The pressure on your stomach almost becomes painful, a whimper leaving.

"Sangieeee~" The last motion of your plan set and it's working out beautifully. Yunho stops touching you, instead looking at you in shock. "What did you say?" He asks in a tone that has you wishing you never called out your other boyfriends' name. "Yunh-" "What game are you playing Kitten?" Both of you look to the doorway that has Yeosang leaning against it angrily. The man on top of you looks from him to you. "What is he talking about?" Yeosang shuts the door roughly. "Look back on today Yunho, why is it that she's only been teasing us?" Yunho keeps his eyes on you to think. "Ate breakfast when she 'Forgot' to take our plates and give us a kiss, that show beside you that her, Wooyoung and San put on. When she was taking a shower she was calling out my name in there, and right before you got home she was about to let me use her to get off on the couch. I came up here to see what she was doing only to find her calling out my name instead of yours. So tell us kitten, what did we do so wrong to make you treat us so coldly." He sits next to you and Yunho on the bed, holding your head by your chin. "Answer me. Now." You don't, only pulling him into a kiss which he gladly takes part in then tightening his grip and ripping you off of him. "That isn't an answer kitten." His glare is so cold, you hide in the crevice of Yunho's shoulder, wrapping your limbs around his body. "So that's how you're gonna be huh?" Before you can register it, you're sitting upright and leaning against Yeosang's chest against the headboard. Yeosang pulls you away from Yunho to be more against him, you sit in between his legs as he reaches his hands up your shirt to play with your breasts. "Isn't this how Woo does it kitten, just how you like it." Yunho rests on his calves, pulling your legs to rest over his hips to expose your core to him. He rubs on the outsides of your thighs. You respond to Yeosang's touches by melting into him and reaching up to play with his hair. Yunho takes notice and pulls your fingers out of his blonde locks. He begins kissing your knuckles, traveling up your arm as he continues. "Hmm" Your eyes close in bliss. Your plan couldn't have been so bad to have two gorgeous men's hands on you like this.

"I'm so glad to see you enjoying yourself Kitten, now will you tell us what's upsetting you?" Yeosang's voice tickles your ear as he husks into it. Again, you don't answer him. He places light kisses to your neck. "Augh!" You squeeze Yunho's hand hard, feeling teeth indents from Yeosang's fang-like canines that refuse to let go of the skin of your neck. No matter how hard you whimper and squirm underneath him, he refuses to let go; Yunho's hand taking hard abuse. You try to pull into Yunho when Yeosang holds you in place with his knee's squeezing around your hips, his hands holding your chest in a painful grip. "Y-Yeosang...It hurts!" Your hands now unable to move, restricted by Yunho. "Just tell us what's wrong Y/n. Please? we want to make you feel better. I'll make him stop if you do~" Yunho's sweet words are tempting but your resolve is much stronger than the jaw of your boyfriend. You refuse to tell them why you've been a brat all day. "It hurt when you pulled your hands out of my pants, this is your punishment kitten."

"AH!" He clamps down on the other side of your neck, aiming for the crook, it sting is far worse now that he's hit a tendon. "That was stupid of you baby. You probably made Yeosang's cock hurt when you left him. Don't forget i should be punishing you too~" You brace yourself as Yunho draws his face closer to the fresh bite marks Sangie left, letting out a cry of relief as you feel his hot moisture of his tongue rub over the track marks. He relaxes your muscles with every lap, sucking on the spot just above the bite marks.

You can't deny the moisture that pools between your thighs as they continue. Yunho's grip is hard as you try to pull your hands away from his. You try to wiggle away harder, this predicament any other time would be heaven if not for the heavy teasing that might actually snap their ego's more. Now you want to tease them more, seeing how far you can test your luck and the rope they keep letting out for you to tug on. They only react harder with their mouths, whines and whimpers leaving your own. You grind against Yunho's crotch, your back hitting lightly against Yeosang. He rips his hand out of your shirt and grabs your jaw, turning it so your ear is against his mouth. "Stop fighting, right fucking now." Or what? What will he really do? You grind your ass into him, your back hitting against his chest rather hard.

Yeosang pushes Yunho off of you, almost off the bed. He pulls your shirt over your head, pushing you down and holding you there by his knee in the small of your back. "No, i want her to see this." Yunho gently pulls the shirt over Sangie's head, he helps flip you over onto your back, Yeosang replacing his knee on your stomach with his shin resting in between your legs. He made sure to place your hands behind your back before pinning you. "I swear to god if your hands move from behind your back i promise you i will make it to where no one in this house will give you an orgasm for months." Only when you nod your head does Yunho puts his hands back on the younger's chest. They lean in above you, beginning to kiss one another.

The wight on your stomach gets heavier as their tongues get involved with one another. It's sexy as hell, Yunho's shirt must have gotten lost in the mix up because Yeosang licks a stripe up his bare chest as he works on unbuttoning his pants. You breathe in deeply as Yeosang removes his leg from you. "Sit up straight on your knee's, spread them." It would be stupid of you not to obey him and heed his warning. Yeosang would be able to fulfill it before the night is over, he's damn good at charming people into doing his bidding. You climb off the bed and rest your knee's on the pillow Yunho had dragged off his bed for you. "Your marks are so pretty baby, me and Sangie did such a good job of coloring you in. Well- I guess we've only colored the outside of you so far." Yunho laughs at his own Joke, his tone changing too fast for your liking. "Don't worry, we'll fix that soon." Even though his tone changed, somehow he manages to make his words sound comforting. "Now be a good Kitty and make Yunho feel good." Yeosang drags you to Yunho's half erect member by your hair. You take hold of it in your hands, it's quite large for only being half hard. Your fingers make quick work to pump him a few times to get the rest of him up and running. Yeosang's harsh fingers are replaced by Yunho's gentle ones. "Open up for me baby~" He coaxes, helping you slide himself into your mouth, understanding of it's size. Your tongue flattens as much as it can, caressing the long under-vein as his head makes it's way to the back of your throat. Once it reaches your uvula you tap his thigh on his thigh telling him he's deep enough. He's only one third in your mouth but your jaw is already sore. "Baby, cant you take even a little mor- AISH!" Your jaw clamps down hard on Yunho as Yeosang lands a hard smack to your ass. Yunho wiggles his thumbs into the corners of your mouth to open your jaw faster. He steps back and nurses his hurt dick. "I'm so sorry Yunho-ah, i wasn't expecting Sangie to sm-ACK!" He laid another to you. "I told you to spread your legs, do as i say." He spreads them for you, your knee's just barley on the pillow still.

"AH!" Another hard slap, but you did as he said, so why? "That was for biting Yunho, better suck his dick good to make up for it." Yeosang leaves your side again, Yunho in front of you once again smiling like you didn't almost clamp off his most prized possession. You take it in your hands, licking the slit in an apology before wrapping your lips around the head; doing your best to fit it in your mouth again. He still helps you until you take the rest of him in your hands, what wont fit in your mouth. "Your mouth is so nice baby~" He holds your hair gently as he rocks his hips into your mouth. "Oh god baby, you're always so nice to me. Always so willing to droll around my thick cock in that little mouth of yours O-Oh just like that." You squeeze the base of him and suck as you bob back and forth. "Don't forget this is a punishment whore." You whimper on Yunho's dick as Yeosang drags his tongue along your folds. You didn't realize he had slipped in between your legs on the pillow. Did Yunho put the pillow down for you or him?

Your focus is lost on Yunho as Yeosang flicks his tongue inside you. Avoiding where you want him most. "Don't forget about me now Baby." Yunho tightens his grip on your hair, moving you for him. "Aww, it's okay baby, i'm not mad. Sangie must be making you feel too good Isn't that right?" You nod your head, not really listening to his words, They're already making your head feel fuzzy and you know you're no where near started. You and Yunho moan in unison as Yeosang slips a finger inside you, the vibrations traveling to his dick. Your hips rock into Yeosang, you feel his lips curve into a smile. He flicks his tongue faster, digging his free hand into your ass.

You gag on Yunho, swallowing hard and coughing. Yunho's hips buck violently and you watch him smirk deliciously. "Relax your throat for me baby...C'mon you can do it, just tap out if you need to." He senses your foggy brain, willing to help you pleasure him as Yeosang continues to tease your hole. It clenches tightly every time he slips his fingers out and rub it against your folds. You relax your throat the best you can, Holding onto Yunho's thighs for support. Once you give him the okay he begins the torture against your windpipe. He forces his cock down your throat enough to hit the back of it, his pelvic bone only a few inches away from your nose. He lets out higher pitched moans and grunts, making sure to keep constant eye contact with you. "God damned baby girl-Oh shit. Fucking shit!" Yunho now has both of your hands against your head, abusing your mouth, imagining it as the hole Yeosang is taking. Said man stops his actions to look up and watch Yunho's dick disappear in your mouth almost as soon as it pulls out. Right now is the perfect time for him to make you go crazy. Without warning Yeosang shoves three fingers inside of you, wrapping his lips around your clit. All the new stimulation drives you into a frenzy of moans and whines. If Yunho didn't have his dick in your mouth, you're sure you would be screaming. "Oh fuck i'm gonna cum!" Yunho's hips begin to falter. "Gonna make you swallow all of it. All of my fucking cream down your goddamned throat.--God you're gonna thank me so m-u-uuch" Ribbons of his semen spurt down your throat, you're unable to even taste it before it begins to fill your stomach, You're hitting on his thighs harshly; desperate for any intake of air. He quickly pulls out for you to cough up cum and gasp-nearly sucking it down your windpipe as you heave. Your body collapses, Yeosang still strong in his work. "Hmmmmma~" Your nails dig into the floor as Yeosang bites on your clit. Yunho comes in front of you to scoop up your torso and lean it against his chest as you sob in pleasure.

You let out a cry when Yeosang pulls away from you. You were so close to bursting the balloon in your abdomen too. Yunho rubs your back to help you come down from the cliff you were so close to jumping off of. "Did you think he was actually going to let you cum?" He leans back to lift your head up by two fingers. "You really are a dumb slut." He says it with a smile, rubbing your noses together. Yunho lifts you up and puts you in the middle of his bed, giving you a kiss before bending down to place kisses on your lower lips. "Yunho please....S-sensitive." You groan as he puts two fingers inside you, curling them. "I know." Another kiss right above your clit, then on your inner thigh where he starts to suck a hickey into it. "Watch Yeosang and maybe i'll let you cum on my fingers." You quickly obey, wanting to cum so badly. You watch Yeosang as he leans his back up against the door, His member in his hand, lube in the other as he jerks himself off rapidly.His blonde baby mullet sticking to his forehead. He holds the lube up high, letting it fall down his stomach onto his hands where it rubs into his dick. Yeosang always loves to be messy while jerking off, it makes him get off faster.

Yunho slips out his fingers and shows them to you, they're a transparent creamy color, coating his fingers thickly. "Look how naughty our baby girl is."

"Oh Shiit." Instead of putting his fingers in your mouth like you thought he would, he pushes them into your asshole. Your hand wraps around his wrist that's in your asshole, trying to slow his thrusting down. "It's gonna be hard for you to take me if you don't let me prep you first baby. But maybe you want it to hurt." He puts two more fingers in and your pull your cheeks apart to help fit them better, tears falling past the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck Yunho, bring her over here. I can't wait anymore." Yeosang moans out, frustrated dick in his hand. Yunho picks you up by your hips, your back resting against his chest as he opens your legs up, Yeosang putting some lube on his dick for him to slide into your tight ass. Your fingers dig into your worn skin at the stretch. You feel so full by the time he bottoms out to his balls inside you. Looking at Yeosang with greediness in your eyes, your head all but lolls to the side as you struggle to breath evenly.

"Yeosang.....Please fuck me. He wont let me feel good until you do. Please sink your cock into me." Yeosang is swift to fulfill your wishes, grunting as he quickly grinds your hips together. Your body shivers as he pours the lube on your stomach and breasts to match his own slicked up form. His hands rub the lube into your skin, that's when you notice it's oil based, it's gonna be a bitch to wash off later. You grip on his forearms once Yunho begins to move and bring pain to your back end. It's been quite a while since you've accommodated anyone back there. Yeosang's thrusts aren't gentle themselves, and he isn't trying to be. Shoving himself into your tight hole over and over, pushing your knees up against Yunho's chest. "Fuck, you tight bitch. How the fuck did...Yunho not stretch you out last night~" Yeosang says between thrusts.

"Our girl recovers fast Sangie, didn't you know?" Yunho then giggles. "You probably forgot since it's been so long since she's let you." That pissed Yeosang off more, making him thrust harder.

"Fuck both...of you.." A smirk comes to your face. "You are though Sangie." He grabs your face and makes you look at him. "Don't get smart with me, whore." He then spits into your mouth, covering it so you cant spit it out. "Swallow it, like the slut you are." You swallow it, as he's making it hard to breathe. "Good girl." You moan hard at that, melting into Yunho.

"I think she likes that." Yunho lifts your face up gently. "Don't you baby~ Such a good Baby~" You nod through your moan this time. "I do Yunho, i really do." You lock your lips with his, tangling your hand in his hair. "Fuck i'm gonna cum Yunho." You moan into his mouth, but then you whine as Yeosang pulls out completely. "No you aren't. You won't cum until i make you." Yeosang growls. Your whines become more frequent "Yunho~ Please let me cum." He isn't listening, more focused on slowing down his thrusts and holding you up. Yunho then slips back in and continues his treatment until you're clenching around him and he pulls out again.

"Sangie. Please." He pushes back into your cunt and just sits there. "No." is all he says. Yunho however is busy changing the speed of his thrusts, going as fast as he can muster then slowing down to almost nothing. He's edging himself.

"Yunho how close are you?" Yeosang asks. He lets out a groan, breathing heavy in your ear. "I....Have to...soon." He leans against your head, Yeosang brings him into a kiss. "Can you let me edge her three more times. Can you hold out till then?" His tone is so much more sweet than when he talks to you. You feel Yunho nod against you, his thrusts stopping completely.

"Are you glad you've made Yunho a mess slut? Proud of your work?" His fast thrust start up again. you hold onto his shoulders so he cant slip too far away, taking advantage of the fact that Yunho cant pull your arms back. "Answer me!" Yeosang thrusts in a way that it's painful. "Yes! I'm proud. I'm a proud little slut." Yunho's grip on you isn't as strong anymore and you grind against Yeosang. He has to pull out so he doesn't loose focus and he slaps you across the face.

"Don't do that again or else you won't cum at all." Your eyes go wide, understanding his threat loud and clear. He's true to his word he promised Yunho, he edges you twice before he brings Yunho into a last heated kiss. "You can work yourself back Up Yunho, i think she's learned her lesson." You had, you were so close to cumming, the knot in your stomach painfully swollen. You're out of breath , sweaty and fucked out of your mind. At this point you feel like you could fall asleep if not for the issue at hand, more like Yeosang's hands.

Yunho starts thrusting again, bringing the pleasurable sting to your ass once more. "Alright Whore, are you ready to scream?" You're already crying in frustration, moving your head to what feels like a nod but at this point you can't really tell.

"Yunho look, I've fucked her up enough she can't even say words. Just so cock hungry." More sobs fall past your lips and Yunho isn't too far behind from crying himself. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." Yeosang slams his hips into yours and you can feel the bruises he's forming on your hips already. Then you feel Yunho saying things in your ear that you can't decipher other than guessing it's more praises, his hips stuttering on your ass cheeks and making them jiggle. You look down to watch Yeosang's dick slip in and out of you, you can see a bulge forming on your stomach where the both of them are pressing against each other and forcing the bump. You also see Yeosang;s pretty nails dig and scratch at your skin as they slip on the lube coating you two. The high that's approaching comes quickly, you let out strangles sobs as the dam begins to crack on them. You feel kisses on your neck and Hot liquid spilling into your ass, Yunho's grip on you getting tighter as his thrusts stop. Yeosang presses his forehead to yours. "Do it slut, Break on my cock." That skin on skin contact and comment is all it takes for the dam to break completely, liquid squirting out of your vagina and onto Yeosang's chest, all over your legs. Your arms wrap around Yeosang's neck as you sob into him, not able to form anything else with your mouth.

Yunho pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your ass in an uncomfortable way, he transfers you into Sangie's arms and you koala yourself around him. He holds you up by your hips and takes you to the bathroom. You lazily open your eyes to see Jongho who looks worried at your state. He follows you two to the bathroom where they place you on the toilet to finish leaking out and to wipe the sweat off of you.

"Is she okay?"

Yeosang whips around, not noticing the boy following you two."She's okay. She just needs to go to the bathroom and take a shower is all." Yeosang gives you a peck to the forehead and rubs a damp cloth over your face. "Will you put a couple bottles of water and some cookies in my room?"

Jongho nods his head walking over to give you a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

Yunho comes back into the bathroom with three sets of p.j's, looking in a better state than you but still worn out. He turns the water on and gets you into the shower with Yeosang's help. You can barley stand on your own, having to lean against one of them at all times while they take turns washing you and themselves off. Yunho kisses the top of your head, holding you close to his chest. "You did so good baby. Such a good job."

Yeosang kisses your back, rubbing small circles into your hips to further help calm you down. You stand in the shower until your fingers start to prune up. They help you get dressed and carry you to Yeosang's room. His sheets are much more clean to sleep on. They sit you up on the headboard and hand you a water bottle and a cookie packet.

"You can lay down after you eat a cookie and drink about half the water." Yeosang sits next to you, Yunho on the other side as you all eat the snack and down the waters. You manage to drink all of the water bottle before handing it back. You curl into each other, sandwiched in between the two of them. Yunho snuggles his head into you hair and you begin to hear him snore.

Yeosang puts your foreheads together, making sure to kiss all over your face before stopping. "Why did you decide to tease us today, i forgot to make you tell me." A cheeky smile forms over your face.

"You kicked me out of bed this morning." He looks shocked, just staring at you. "That is why you gave me blue balls all day, because i kicked you out of the bed." You nod your head, snuggling into him even more. "You're in the middle so i won't be able to now."

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 7: Lucky

In the sails, all sounds but one were muted and distant to Hongjoong.

The wind whispered promises. The sea, its evil twin, often spoke too, luring victims in with pristine pools and sparkling shallows but crushed those hopes with torrents and freezing and drowning, without even the decency to spit out the bones. When Hongjoong heard the wind, he knew it was sincere. It had guided him many times before, so he opened his eyes and looked where it wanted him to look.

Below in the frigid waves, two Navy soldiers clung to a piece of driftwood that was floating towards the Black Crow.

It looked like they were alive, but fading quickly. While there was no real reason to take interest in a couple more casualties where a battle had broken out, something told him he should intervene.

Needing a closer look, Hongjoong sliced through the knot tying the rope he was clutching to the pulley and stepped off the beam, letting his weight carry him down to the main deck where he peered over the railing and finally caught sight of their unconscious faces.

“Wooyoung and Yeosang...” he gasped in utter disbelief, turning and grabbing Lieutenant Byun in excitement. “That’s Wooyoung and Yeosang! Quick, return to the Crow and open one of the starboard gun ports. I have to save them before they freeze to death.”

Byun looked hesitant to risk his neck for two more pirates, especially these two who he’d had dealings with, but Hongjoong was already climbing over the railing and diving into the sea, which left him little choice.

“Come on men!” He yelled back at the soldiers who were finishing off their enemies efficiently and without any more resistance thanks to Hongjoong’s swift retribution. “Let’s scuttle her from the Black Crow.”

The combination of freezing air and freezing water chilled Hongjoong to the bone almost immediately upon diving in, but he pushed through and swam towards the drifters, checking their breathing before clinging onto the wreckage and pulling it towards the Crow’s starboard hull. Wooyoung was struggling through laboured breaths but showed no signs of consciousness, and Hongjoong knew he had limited time to get him to safety.

The wakes of the Black Crow pushed them back as they approached, and Hongjoong gritted his teeth in frustration, eyes on the muzzles of cannons protruding through the lower gun ports, begging Byun to hurry and come to their aid.

The waterline was relatively high, if only they could get close enough and reach...

“Come on!” Hongjoong grunted, throwing himself into yet another stroke against the wakes, finally crossing the crest of the wave and making contact with the hull.

Just in time, the muzzle of the cannon directly above them disappeared and Byun’s head poked out through the gun port.

“Here!” Hongjoong yelled until the lieutenant looked down and spotted them, reaching out through the hatch to pull Wooyoung in when he was handed up, Hongjoong struggling to stay above water as he lifted his weight.

As Byun attempted to squeeze the unconscious Wooyoung through the opening, Hongjoong reached for Yeosang, who was stirring with a shiver, mumbling to himself in confusion, but letting his rescuers haul him up and into the ship.

“Now your turn,” Byun called back down, and Hongjoong raised a trembling hand, thoroughly exhausted, and reached with the last of his energy.

The feeling of the deck under him was welcome this time, even if he was so cold he could barely move. Lieutenant Park and Steward Doh were there too, laying out a futon and placing Yeosang and Wooyoung on it, wrapped up and dried off to give them a better chance of warming up.

“They’re alright?” Hongjoong asked while Byun helped him over to his usual corner.

“They will be,” the man responded assuredly before chaining the prisoner to the floor like he was supposed to. “You know the drill. I’ll have Park guard the door and bring you a blanket—”

“No, I should stay with them...” Hongjoong protested, staring longingly after his injured friends.

“Lucky, you’re on the verge of collapse. Rest for now, we’ll wake you when they come to,” the first lieutenant insisted, and he didn’t have to argue for long.

He smiled as he watched the prisoner’s eyes grow heavy and tried to make sure his chains weren’t bothering him.

Lucky wouldn’t be a prisoner for much longer. And at any rate, he was no longer alone.

...

The officers of the Paragon were calling for retreat. They’d successfully sunk the Indeok, but the Black Crow had finished with the other two Haemin ships and it looked like Kim was going to set his sights on them next.

San pushed through celebrating gunners to reach Jongho where he was bent over with his hands tangled in his hair from frustration.

“What is it? What’s happening?” He had to yell to be heard, and he gasped at the grief on Jongho’s face when he finally looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears.

“Yeosang and Wooyoung... they were on that ship, the one we just sunk.”

San dropped the bucket he was holding and raced to the gunport to try and catch a glimpse of any survivors as the Indeok disappeared beneath the waves.

“No, there’s no way! They have to be alive,” he replied in a choked whisper that grew into screams as the realisation of what they’d done dawned on him. “Please tell me you saw wrong! Or maybe they escaped! You just didn’t look closely enough, they’re fine, they’re on a lifeboat somewhere—”

“Silence!” Their overseeing commander yelled back, offended by the disruption of a few war prisoners.

Jongho was pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes and shaking his head wordlessly. Usually such a man of action, he was paralysed by the thought of what he had just done.

Anger boiled over in San. He had just lost Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Yeosang all in one day and pure rage was coursing through his veins, the likes of which even the demon that had possessed him could not conjure.

Without a single rational thought, San picked up the nearest bag of gunpowder and hurled it into the sea. And then the next bag, and the next after that.

The Haemin soldiers were in commotion trying to stop him, but it took three commanders to drag him away and chain him up, restraining Jongho beside him and shutting them off from even the other war prisoners.

Closed away in the quiet dark, San tried to breathe and stop his panic before he slid into despair.

“Please San,” Jongho cried. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...”

“It’s not your fault.” San released a shuddering breath and pulled the younger boy close. The needs of his brother outweighed his own grief at the moment, and if he lost himself he wasn’t sure he could come back. “Let’s just hold on to hope.”

A few moments later, the noise of someone entering the brig surprised them. It was San’s translator, back with bad news.

“The captain has summoned you, and he is very angry. He says if you want to throw our supplies overboard, you may as well throw yourselves. He sees you only as an expendable resource.”

Jongho’s breathing became laboured again.

“And what do you see us as?” San challenged, watching the man crack under the pressure.

“Teacher... for a short while.”

“Buy us some time,” San asked quietly, convincingly. “That’s all I ask of you. We’ll go willingly, just let us figure this out.”

Haltingly, as if a plan was taking shape in his mind, the translator nodded and turned away.

“Jongho, we need to go,” San hissed. “We need to go now.”

“Land is right there, a Jaecho colony,” the younger boy realised, turning to stare through the porthole at an unsuspecting Kibo. “We can get there.”

“Not if they weight us and drop us to the sea floor,” San warned darkly. “They’ve done it before, they’re certainly capable of it. We need a backup plan to be safe.”

“I can breathe underwater, but you can’t,” Jongho groaned, terrified of yet another life being in his hands. “Even if I can get myself free, I don’t think your breath capacity is enough to keep you alive until I can free you.”

San rubbed his hands down his face in desperation. “You’re right, we need help.”

An idea hit Jongho full force. “Hang on, my lungs and vocal cords are tuned to handle water... and generate sound.”

“You mean you could call for help?” San gasped, taking Jongho by the shoulders.

“Sound travels faster underwater,” Jongho responded excitedly. “If I sing the loudest I can, it might reach whichever mermaid cove is closest. I’m one of their own, they’ll help me.”

“It’s a long shot,” San said after a moment, biting his shot and looking away. “You don’t know if anyone is nearby, or if they’ll come in time.”

A pair of guards arrived to drag them to the main deck for punishment, breaking their little conference.

“It’s our only shot. We’ll just have to try,” Jongho insisted.

They were out of time.

...

The resemblance between the brothers was uncanny. Seonghwa had never seen Gunho before, but he didn’t want to interrupt their precious embrace just to introduce himself, so he smiled softly and kept his distance.

As he breathed him in, Yunho thought back to the last time he’d seen Gunho. So much had changed since then, clearly even Gunho had changed.

“I’m still taller,” Yunho whispered deviously, earning himself a punch in the arm before Gunho buried his face in the crook of his neck again.

“Stop ruining the moment!”

Fondly shaking his head, Yunho pulled his brother closer and whispered words that were only for him to hear.

“Gunho, I missed you so much, I really did. It feels like it’s been so long but here you are, a couple years later in Geobugi of all places— how did you even get here?”

Gunho’s face was tinged with red but a grin spread across his cheeks as he explained. “Captain Seongho of the Hammerhead II offered a ludicrous amount of money and debt forgiveness for someone with medical knowledge to join his new band, and I figured since you were away on a pirate vessel... why not me too?”

Yunho straightened and glanced around for the old pirate. He’d heard of him several times, through street legends and the personal tales of Yeosang and San. “Captain Seongho of... I wasn’t aware there was a second Hammerhead,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle. He’d always been warned about the desperate Captain Seongho. “I wasn’t aware he was even back in business.”

“He managed to commandeer a naval frigate,” Gunho began to recount.

“And you must have managed to rise through the ranks,” Yunho finished for him, a proud twinkle in his eye. They could discuss the ramifications of that arrangement later.

As he pulled away, Gunho’s eyes wandered to Yunho’s companions and instantly he became star struck.

“Oh, Quartermaster Song Mingi!” He gasped, approaching him reverently. “You’re my favourite!”

Mingi blinked and furrowed his brow in question. He was flattered, but taken aback. “Favourite? I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”

Gunho snickered knowingly and took the tall pirate by the hand, excitedly leading him to the back of the room and pulling away a curtain.

As they stepped onto a small wooden balcony, Mingi looked out at the town below them and saw the spiderweb of rope bridges, the cramped, bustling village space, and the floating markets and neighbourhoods all teeming with vibrant life— many of the residents clearly being pirates, even here in the centre of the city instead of only the outskirts. It was different than it had been last time they came, and the change was clearly for the better.

At the sight of him peering down, several of them began whispering among themselves with excitement.

“Everyone knows you!” Gunho explained proudly. “How could we not? You managed to infiltrate the highest security holding cells in Kon’s naval prison and save the Pirate King himself, all within a couple weeks of becoming a pirate!”

He turned to Seonghwa, who was standing a little ways behind them, impressed by the view but still a bit unsure of everything.

“And of course, Prince Seonghwa, your name has been known since before your coronation, maybe even since before you shattered the glass cage on Fortress Island with only a single nail,” Gunho gushed, clasping his hands in front of him before turning back to his brother.

“I’d be honoured to meet the rest as well, if I ever have the chance. Jung Wooyoung’s slaying of the kraken is legendary. As well as Choi Jongho whose voice overpowered the siren Queen. And Kang Yeosang, discoverer of Captain Seongho’s buried treasure? Meeting him would be incredible, the stories he could tell! And of course, there are so many questions I’d love to ask Choi San of a medical nature...”

Seonghwa turned and raised an eyebrow at Maddox, who offered a sly smile and shrugged innocently. He had warned them after all.

“But I already have bragging rights as the brother of the unbreakable Jeong Yunho,” Gunho concluded, elbowing his blushing brother good-naturedly. “With almost any skirmish the ATEEZ was involved in— you can be sure he was there and he crushed his enemies every time.”

“Unbreakable Jeong Yunho,” Yunho repeated quietly to himself. “I like that.”

“Alright, fess up,” Seonghwa finally asked Maddox as they ventured across a rope bridge, following Gunho who was giving them the grand tour. “You’ve been imprisoned, how did you know there was still a secret haven here?”

Maddox gave in and revealed the source of his knowledge just as they arrived outside another highly decorated floating house. A replica of the Stardust’s old flag hung outside and it reminded Seonghwa of the tales he had read in Hongjoong’s journal.

“I keep up with the happenings through secret correspondence with— where is he?— ah, Youngsaeng.”

Just as Maddox said his name, the aforementioned pirate opened the door for the group and stuck his head out.

“Kyungmoon!” He gasped and hugged Maddox tightly, and again Seonghwa felt party to something he had no place in, watching enviously and stepping out of the way as Gunho skipped back to the main building to ready their accommodations.

Yunho scratched his head as they were invited in, embarrassed that he didn’t already know the man. “I feel as if I’ve heard the name, but...”

“Oh forgive me!” The pirate swept in with a bow, offering them seats in the ornately furnished parlour. “Heo Youngsaeng, Master Rigger of the Stardust before she sank. There are a few other officers here, but they’re sleeping upstairs, the lazybones.”

“One of Eden’s crew?” Seonghwa spoke up in surprise. On the ATEEZ, none of them had so much as a clue whether anyone from the Stardust was still alive. “Oh, Hongjoong would’ve been so happy to see you.”

Youngsaeng’s smile faded into bittersweetness.

“I’m sure he would. I do miss those days— all of us do. We travelled together for some time but the sinking of the Stardust and Eden’s subsequent depression sent us back into the free lands... and it was much harder for us that time.”

Maddox hummed in agreement, taking a seat himself to reminisce. “I never made it past the island with the garden maze, but I knew there were some who did,” he faced Seonghwa again to explain. “Our old Master Rigger Youngsaeng remained in contact with me through letters we bribed others to deliver for us while I was there.”

“And it might interest you to know,” Youngsaeng continued. “That while these towns fell into stagnancy with the gradual extermination of piracy, there is a new life and desire for leadership here. Folk look to the war as an opportunity. To reestablish ourselves, to fight under one banner, and to break away once and for all.”

Seonghwa sat back and sighed at the sudden turn the conversation had taken. Of course, he knew they were gearing up to this, but it was complicated nonetheless. This wasn’t just an alliance, it was a growing city state.

“That’s all well and good but we came here to find help for Mingi and Jongho, not to be the face of a revolution.”

“You already are,” a deep voice responded from the doorway. Everyone turned to see a solidly built pirate closing the front door behind him, pulling off his boots and approaching for introductions.

“Kim Minseob,” he said, and Seonghwa already knew who he was. The Stardust’s boatswain, without whom the reputation of Eden’s crew would be nowhere near as intimidating, but who, despite his cold exterior and intense eyebrows, had harboured a genuine soft spot for Hongjoong when they travelled together, according to the journal.

“I’ve just returned from the armories,” he explained as he took a seat. “More weapons have been stockpiled voluntarily, and several other representatives have approached me after the ATEEZ’s arrival to discuss plans— more than yesterday.”

“So you see,” Youngsaeng finished for him. “That simply by being here, you’ve incited complete strangers to take part in a war they could be running the other way from.”

Seonghwa frowned. It was supposed to be a compliment, but he wasn’t sure he liked having that sort of power.

“If you don’t mind,” Yunho spoke up, coming to his rescue. “We’d prefer to deal with Mingi’s condition first.”

“Of course,” Youngsaeng acquiesced, getting to his feet and leading the three officers and Maddox outside and south to the waterfront.

Unsure who they Stardust crew had gotten to replace Babylon as a surgeon, it took until they arrived outside the apothecary shop for Yunho to realise where they were. “This is where we bought Hongjoong’s medicine last summer!” He remembered aloud. “When we stopped here during the mutiny.”

“If you wondered how so many stories spread about you, I think you can attribute it to leaving your crew here for so long a shore leave back then,” Youngsaeng pointed out intellectually as Seonghwa opened the door and glanced around at the strange medical paraphernalia.

“Miss Namji?” Youngsaeng called into the back hallway when no one appeared at the desk.

“You lot again,” a young woman’s voice answered, sharp but full of mirth as she emerged and began cleaning some bottles off a shelf. “Who’s dying this time?”

Yunho smiled politely and waited for the apothecary to recognise him. “No one this time— at least, we don’t think so— but we’d much appreciate if you could take a look at Mingi’s wound.”

The woman dropped what she was doing and squinted through a magnifying glass at him. “Well,” she gasped, ushering the group through the hanging bead curtain and into the back rooms, telling Maddox and Youngsaeng to wait outside and scrounge up some money pay the bill. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Just remove the eyepatch and let’s have a look, shall we?”

Mingi took a deep breath and did as she asked, following along when she told him to look this or that way and remaining anchored even as she stared at him for extensive periods of time.

Miss Namji was an oddball, but she was just like the rest of this town. Young, passionate, and skilled. And ready to take the world by storm.

“Inflammation and scarring of the cornea, I see... well, you’ll get your sight back if you’re careful,” she concluded. “I’ll prescribe some medicines that should do it, but expect the process to take time. If sunlight or heat begin to bother you, shelter from them just to be safe.”

She rushed off to find some eye drops and Mingi slumped in his chair.

Yunho frowned and leaned forward to take his hand. “Did you hear that? You’ll heal, Mingi! Aren’t you excited?”

“I don’t deserve it,” Mingi muttered, keeping his gaze on the floor. “First Hongjoong, now Jongho. Who else will be hurt because of me?”

“Mingi, don’t say that...” Seonghwa scolded quickly.

“You know why I had to believe he was alive?” Mingi rounded on the both of them, with no need to explain who he was talking about. “Because if he really hung that day, it is my fault.”

“It is not your fault,” Yunho insisted desperately, face reddening as he became angry. “If anyone other than the murderer must be blamed, we all share the guilt.”

“No, but it is,” Mingi cried in frustration, voice becoming a haunted whisper. “You don’t understand, everything has been my fault from the beginning. It was because of my loose lips that Hongjoong was ever ratted out for being a pirate in training. I’m the reason he ran from home, nearly burned to death while the ship sunk around him, and then lived alone for a year on an uninhabited island— which, by the way, he was still too frightened to talk about much, even years later. I’m the reason he came back traumatised and, to make it all worse, I couldn’t act quickly enough to stop him from being branded by the Navy, no matter what your innocent little brother thinks. He had to live with a letter burned into him for the rest of his life and it killed him, Yunho. It killed him, they hung him for it. So you can’t tell me to let it go. That kind of guilt... it won’t ever go away.”

This was why he had hardly spoken a word since coming here, why the fame bothered him so much. Because it was all wrong. He was no hero. Without him, Hongjoong might be standing here today.

“Let it fade, Mingi,” Seonghwa soothed softly, stepping in and wiping away tears as usual. “Focus your anger on the people who did this. If you only blame yourself, you let them get away with it.”

There was an edge to his voice that betrayed his own guilt and fury, and revenge was clearly not far from his mind even as his eyes swam with concerned tears.

“I miss him,” Mingi confessed, rubbing his sniffling nose and throwing a lopsided smile at Yunho. “I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do... this is his territory.”

“We’re here to rest,” Yunho reminded them both. “And to restock so we can go get Jongho back.”

“Let’s just take it slow,” Seonghwa agreed, and that was the consensus as Namji returned and tested out the eye drops, Yunho squeezing Mingi’s hand in case he needed something for the pain.

Rolling up his sleeves, Seonghwa made his way back out to where the older pirates were discussing numbers in low voices.

“Two hundred from the Kiseki and its spy ships,” Youngsaeng was rattling off a list to Maddox, and the two paused as Seonghwa emerged.

“This all sounds like you’re trying to recruit us for war,” he caught them with a suspicious eyebrow raise. “I hope you know we aren’t decided on anything.”

He looked out at the people in the lazy rowboats below. It looked like a peaceful life here, uninterrupted and pure instead of scorched by violence and death. Such a corner of the world should be kept secret, not announced with trumpets and cannons.

“We’re not your generals,” he sighed, folding his arms around himself. “We’re not even capable pirates compared to you. Most of our deeds were lucky scrapes with death or accidents.”

Maddox chuckled and came up beside him, eyes tracing a group of children that played in the street. “But you are the leaders. You’re feeling lesser because you lack a leader of your own. It’s understandable, you’re in mourning. So are we, he meant a lot to us as well.”

Youngsaeng nodded from beside him and exhaled a shaky sigh. Of course, experienced pirates were better at hiding their emotions.

Maddox went on with a confident smile like the sun breaking through a cloud. “But your life is an incredible journey, and an inspiration to many of the men you see before you. They know there’s greatness inside. So did Hongjoong. We’ll never pressure you into something you don’t want to do— you’ve had enough of that at the palace I’m sure— but be kind to your own grieving heart. Have some faith in yourselves.”

Faith was far from them now, and even if they grabbed onto it, the sadness would continue, he knew that.

But there was nothing better for grief-induced self-loathing than a good old fashioned rescue mission.

Seonghwa set his jaw.

“How many supplies can you spare for Jongho?”

...

Icy cold water gave way to frigid air and when Yeosang awoke, shivering, it was on an unfamiliar bed, bundled in blankets with the pitch of a ship rocking him back and forth.

Wooyoung lay on the futon next to him, bandages tightly wrapped around his ribs, but his chest rose and fell steadily, and it calmed Yeosang to realise he was alright.

His head was pounding as he sat up and the evening sun pierced through portholes and shone into the hull, where it appeared he and Wooyoung had been brought.

Yeosang couldn’t remember by whom.

“Welcome to the Black Crow!”

He started and turned to the soldier addressing him. It was Lieutenant Byun, a few shirt buttons undone, hair a little longer and face a lot less stern, but the sight of him still sent Yeosang scrambling away.

“S-Stay back!”

“Calm down, I won’t hurt you,” the man assured him softly, keeping his distance in case Yeosang swung at him.

“Really?” He retaliated with an empty laugh. “Because you didn’t seem to have any problem doing so before.”

“I’m... I’m sorry, that was...” The man shook his head as if to clear it and slowly moved to the side to reveal an unconscious form chained to the floor, a blanket tucked around him carefully. “Things have changed. Lucky saved you. The stress of the battle was a bit much and he felt faint so we told him to lay down for awhile until you awoke—”

“Lucky?” Yeosang’s voice was merely a whisper. He had heard about him before, but seeing him now... something inside stirred with familiarity at the silhouette on the ground before him, so shakily getting to his feet with the support of the lieutenant, he moved forward and extended a hand to his mysterious rescuer’s blanket, slipping it off to get a better look.

Lucky shifted at the touch and let out a soft moan as he sat up. Yeosang caught his breath at the surge of butterflies the sound of that voice gave him.

It couldn’t be... there was just no way...

The stranger fully faced him and Yeosang froze. He didn’t dare breathe, and neither did anyone else in the room.

It was Hongjoong.

“How...?”

Yeosang turned back to Byun and opened his mouth to ask the lieutenant to slap him awake, but was pulled down into a tight embrace before he could fathom what was going on.

He stood no chance. Yeosang was defenceless against the wave of tears that shook him to his core and swept him away into Hongjoong’s arms where he could do nothing but cry out his name again and again in disbelief.

“I waited,” he sobbed. “I waited for you...”

“I’m so sorry,” Hongjoong whispered, trembling himself but not letting go even an inch of what he had held dear for so long, finally close to his heart, alive and well.

“It’s been so long,” Yeosang was shaking his head, completely numb with amazement, and Hongjoong pulled back a bit to get a better look at him.

“I know,” he dropped his glassy eyes into his lap. “It’s been so... so lonely.”

“You saved us?” Yeosang repeated what he’d been told. “How? Are... are we on the Crow right now?”

“You are,” Lieutenant Byun stepped back in, having given them a bit of space to reunite. “He was atop the captured enemy ship when he saw you, and he brought you through the gunport and hid you here. The Admiral doesn’t know anything yet.”

“We were drifting towards Kibo,” Yeosang sighed, turning back to an apologetic Hongjoong.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I would’ve taken you to the colony, but I’d never be able to swim that far in this condition, not with you and Wooyoung both.”

“Condition...?”

Hesitantly, Hongjoong shifted to pull his shirt over his head so Yeosang could see.

A massive wound scarred his midsection, slowly healing but clearly aggravated by all the action earlier. It looked as if someone had skewered him like a fried fish and left him out in the elements for hours. It wasn’t his only scar, but it was certainly the freshest. There was one event it likely came from.

“The execution?” Yeosang choked out, tears brimming again as he remembered what he’d been told. “Seonghwa thought you fell, but he confessed to hoping you were alive for weeks afterwards. All this time... he’s so heartbroken.”

Hongjoong hung his head and opened his mouth to say something again, but Yeosang cut him off. “No more apologies. You did nothing wrong.”

He reached forward to pull the blanket around his captain’s bare shoulders again, while he tried to explain what was going on in the depths of the Black Crow.

“The Admiral is deceiving everyone. He wants the world to think I’m gone, and now he uses me to win his battles with Haemin.”

“So how did you survive?” Yeosang finally asked, sitting and sharing the warmth with him.

Hongjoong nodded in the lieutenant’s direction. “If he’d saved me moments later, I really would be dead.”

Hence the nickname Lucky.

Yeosang was still suspicious of the man’s motives and couldn’t help but voice his reservations. “Why? To make you his prisoner and torture you again?”

“To help him escape, when the time is right,” Byun broke in to defend himself. “I acted on impulse, but over time I’ve decided. The world needs its Pirate King. Me and most of the other officers are prepared to help by whatever means necessary.”

Hongjoong seemed to have made allies in his time here, and if he trusted them after all the evil they’d done to him there was no reason for Yeosang not to, so he allowed himself to be persuaded.

“What can we do?” He firmly volunteered his help. It felt right, slipping fluidly back into the flow of things, no matter how long it had been since he’d seen his captain.

The Admiral would be back at some point, and they’d have to find a way to hide from him.

“Well, we need to decide what to do about your father,” Byun listed first, wringing his hands nervously and lowering his voice when Yeosang asked why.

“He saw the Indeok sink,” he sighed and looked at Yeosang with mixed emotions swirling in his eyes. “And now he thinks you’re dead.”

...

That Haemin translator hadn’t been joking when he said the Paragon’s captain was angry.

Apparently even San had only seen the man once or twice, but from what Jongho could observe, he was a spineless sot who doled out violent punishment as he saw fit.

Which meant hopefully, he hadn’t thought at length about his murder scheme.

San was much better with the enemy’s language than Jongho was, and translated under his breath all the important things the man was yelling, occasionally glancing nervously at the depths of the ocean far below.

Jongho knew their only hope of rescue was him, and he could do nothing but pray as a metal ball and chain was attached to his ankle that their last resort would come through.

It was the sympathetic translator that clamped the weights on their legs, and he left some wiggle room intentionally, quietly returning to his post with a visible bead of sweat running down his face.

Jongho didn’t know him well, but he nodded a nearly imperceptible thanks to the man before preparing to be thrown overboard.

San was sucking breaths in and out quickly, struggling to come to terms with the gamble he was about to take with his own life, and Jongho could do nothing but squeeze his hand reassuringly.

Waiting was almost worse than the actual fight for their lives. Jongho didn’t want to die waiting.

A final shout came from the quarterdeck and San didn’t bother translating it. The sudden feeling of being dragged forward made the impact with the water that much worse.

The world was spinning until Jongho righted it in the slower freefall through ocean waves, pointing his weighted feet down and hitting the sand just a moment before San.

It was enough time for him to catch him before his head hit the rocky sea floor all around them.

Losing consciousness would completely destroy his already limited air supply.

There was no time to waste, so Jongho rushed through the process of breathing, pushing past his instincts to let his body inhale and relaxing as the world instantly became clearer.

Rather than let San deplete his oxygen further by struggling to free himself from the chain, Jongho began to work on it for him, starting to sing a tune only mermaids should be able to know while he pulled at the chain. He had broken bars with his bare hands, he should be able to do this.

He could feel time ticking away, San starting to writhe around in the corner of his vision.

There was no other way to breathe underwater than to be given the ability, and there was no other way to request help than through their exclusive line of communication, Jongho knew that.

He was trying to breathe bubbles in San’s direction in between phrases of the song, trying to buy them just one more minute, then surely their rescue would come.

The melody grew in force and enchantment. He needed someone to hear. It didn’t matter how far away, someone could be at their aid in a moment if they tried hard enough, they only had to hear.

“San?” Jongho asked when he had been still in his peripherals for a couple of seconds. That was not a good sign.

Jongho shook him by the shoulders and tried not to panic. He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t a real mer-creature, he didn’t have gills and couldn’t share air.

Pure fear set in when San went limp and began to drift lower down, knees hitting the sand next to the ball that was drowning him.

The ball.

That was it!

Jongho struggled to rip his own chain off, not even flinching at the crack of his ankle breaking, and turned back to San.

With all the strength he had left, Jongho scooped the metal weight into his arms and tried to swim upwards with it. If he could reach the surface, San’s body would follow, and there was air up there.

Air both of them could breathe.

Jongho’s vision blurred but he kicked harder and struggled in the direction of the sun, nothing but a distorted yellow glow casting a shimmer of light down toward him.

He sang louder and clearer to counteract the effort of hauling such a burden against the pressure of the sea.

Progress was being made, but it was too slow. The tune began to die as Jongho’s strength started to give out with his ankle throbbed painfully and he knew San’s eyes had been closed for far too long, he could see the last bubbles of life leaving his lips.

This could not be happening. He could not let San die. Against his will, a sob interrupted his melody. Jongho could only hold San close and kick his legs ferociously. Every foot forward was followed by two backward. He kept singing anyway.

When he had all but given up, the shimmer of scales in the distance caught his attention.

There was a group of mermaids speeding towards him.

“Here!” Jongho screamed, in his excitement almost drifting all the way back down. “Help us, please!”

His eyes were full of tears, and he could barely even see who it was that had answered his call, but he surrendered to the arms enclosing him, bearing him and San to the surface and rapidly hurtling to land in formation.

They were singing his song together in unison, for no other reason than to encourage him, to reassure him they were there.

As he felt the sun on his face and the grains of sand beneath him, he crawled to where the mermaids were reviving San.

The sight of his chest rising and falling rhythmically made Jongho weak with relief.

“Thank you,” he was repeating over and over again. “Thank you so much.”

“You were nearly there,” a familiar voice answered. “You just needed a little push.”

“Eunjoo!” Jongho laughed, reaching out for a hug. It felt like ages since he had seen her, and the two were so close before, Jongho had regretted missing his chance to tell her goodbye properly.

A couple other sisters finished their work on San, easily ripping the chains away, and greeted Jongho before slipping back into the water so as not to be seen. They were on Kibo’s shores, it would be dangerous to be discovered.

“Dare I ask how you ended up in such a situation?” Eunjoo asked with a coy smile.

“You wouldn’t believe the half of it if you heard,” Jongho answered softly, brushing a strand of hair out of San’s face. He appeared to be coming to.

“You know our sisterhood is always aware of what goes on at the surface,” the mermaid teased as San shot up and began coughing.

“W-What happened?” The dripping pirate asked, eyes widening and body tensing when he met eyes with the mermaid watching him.

“It’s alright, this is Eunjoo,” Jongho explained, rubbing San’s back as he shook violently in the cold air. “She saved us.”

“Actually, Jongho did,” the mermaid argued. “He dragged you up from the sea floor himself.”

San embraced Jongho thankfully, and the two stayed like that a few moments more to take in all the warmth they could.

Eunjoo had a bittersweet smile on her face, but began to sink below the waves again in farewell, retreating before another human saw her.

“Wait!” Jongho called, limping into the shallows desperately. “Can I press upon you to help us just a bit more?” He asked shyly, swatting a hand up as Eunjoo went to pinch his cheeks.

“You may,” she answered solemnly, a twinkle remaining in her deep blue eyes as she watched San wade out to join them.

“Yeosang and Wooyoung, our crewmates, we saw them on the Indeok. You wouldn’t happen to know if they... if they were...”

“The sea claimed many lives today,” the mermaid told the pair solemnly. “Your friends were not among them.”

Twin sighs of relief were exhaled at once, and glancing at each other, the pirates wondered what to do next.

Their mermaid rescuer knew what they were thinking, and sighed before giving them a choice.

“You can pursue them at your own risk, or you can shelter for a time with those who will grant you aid.”

“They aren’t here on Kibo?” Jongho asked glumly, and Eunjoo answered by pointing at a dot on the horizon. The Black Crow, headed south.

Jongho waited for San to speak, but when the contemplative silence stretched on decided to contribute himself.

“Mingi, Yunho, and Seonghwa... they must be so worried. We should meet them first. We know where the Crow is headed, we should pursue it together.”

San bit his lip and searched Jongho’s face for even the smallest shred of a doubt.

But Jongho had no doubts anymore. He had won today, and the decision who to track down was his.

“You saved us, Jongho,” San insisted, voice rough from the expulsion of water. “It’s your call.”

...

It was dark. Wooyoung was cold, and hungry, and tired, and sore.

It felt like something was sitting on him and he could barely breathe, so he opened his eyes to ask for help, only to see a lone flame from a candle and two figures sitting on either side. One of them was Yeosang.

One of them was a ghost.

They hummed a song idly to themselves while they played cards, joining together in a soft harmony that Wooyoung recognised.

He tried to join in, but his voice came out as a desperate croak, and the song stopped, both looking up at him in surprise.

Yeosang scooted closer, blocking the ghost from view, and placed a hand on Wooyoung’s forehead.

“You’re quite warm,” he observed, biting his lip anxiously. “Feverish.”

That explained the ghost.

From behind Yeosang he poked out his head. He looked just like Hongjoong, except the Navy uniform he was wearing. Wooyoung wasn’t sure how he’d conjured up that fantasy, so he closed his eyes and rested his head back, waiting for the vision to go away.

Yeosang had left his side, speaking to someone at the door for a few minutes before he returned with medicine.

It stank awfully, and Wooyoung turned his nose away from it before Yeosang scolded him. “I know it tastes awful, but it’ll lower your fever while your ribs recover.”

“Ribs?” Wooyoung whispered painfully. That explained the crushing feeling on his chest.

“They’re broken, several of them,” Yeosang explained, shoving a spoonful of medicine into Wooyoung’s mouth while he was distracted. He ignored the whines and pressed the blankets closer. “You were hurt in the explosion on the Indeok.”

It came back to him in fragments— the chain reaction of fire and gunpowder, the decks collapsing around him, freezing water and floating debris.

“Did we make it to Kibo?” He muttered, glancing around at what looked like the hold of a ship, just above the waterline. It was night, so he rubbed his eyes and tried to see more clearly. “Did we make it to Woosung?”

“No, not exactly. We’re concealed on the Black Crow.”

“The Crow?” Wooyoung groaned. “What do you mean by concealed, does the Admiral know we’re here?”

Wooyoung hadn’t been avoiding him everywhere only to become his prisoner now.

Yeosang shook his head. “We have help. Sleep for now, I’ll explain later.”

Shivering and pulling the blankets closer, Wooyoung’s eyes drifted to the dancing flame as he fell asleep.

Yeosang resumed his card game with the ghost and Wooyoung wondered how it was the cards were moving by themselves.

He awoke next when Yeosang was changing his bandages, gooseflesh appearing all along his exposed skin until he could burrow under the blankets again. His wounds were improving. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but the ghost was still there, chained to the floor with concerned eyes and a watery smile pointed in Wooyoung’s direction.

“I’m going to give you food and more medicine,” Yeosang warned him, helping him pull his shirt back on over fresh bandages. “It will make you sleepy, don’t fight it.”

So again the world faded to black and time was pulled out from under him. But at least this time, his stomach was full.

It was afternoon when he was conscious next.

A naval surgeon was there, telling him to try to stand for awhile and leading him through a few exercises to make him healthy again. Yeosang and that ghostly hallucination of Hongjoong watched from the floor.

Wooyoung was unnerved that the apparition was still there. His fever was wearing off, but his imagination had conjured up a spirit to torment him.

It turned to Yeosang and spoke, halting with uncertainty but loud enough that Wooyoung could hear. He squeezed his eyes shut and clung to Yeosang, pulling him away from the ghost and trying to snap out of this vision he was having.

“Yeosang, I don’t think he... I don’t think he knows it’s me.”

“It can’t be you,” Wooyoung shot back, trying to step away towards the bed. “You’re dead.”

Hongjoong flinched and looked so crestfallen, Wooyoung almost felt bad, but he wasn’t real and it would be better to go back to sleep and forget the whole thing.

Yeosang insisted on pulling him closer, sitting him down next to the chained spirit. “Come and see for yourself.”

“You told me he—”

“I was wrong. Everyone was.”

Wooyoung froze as Hongjoong placed a hand on his forehead and smirked at him. “You aren’t feverish.”

It was real.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to respond but he couldn’t. He was still as a statue, tears brimming to the surface as Hongjoong pulled him into a hug.

“I told you I would find you.”

And somehow, in the debris of a sinking escort ship, he did.

Yeosang began to explain everything, how Hongjoong survived and ended up here, how he saved them and made alliances with the officers, and Wooyoung listened but he was too elated to respond or even look away.

The thought of Admiral Kim spiked a shard of anger in him again. “They keep separating us,” he growled.

Hongjoong brushed the hair out of his face and gripped Wooyoung by the shoulders. “It’s because they know we’re stronger together.”

The sound of the surgeon leaving stole their attention for a moment, and Wooyoung tensed defensively as a very familiar lieutenant entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Good timing, Byun,” Hongjoong smiled at the man, and Wooyoung was astounded.

“He tried to drown me!”

“He’s on our side now,” Hongjoong started to say, but Wooyoung knew, he’d heard it all when Yeosang explained it, but that didn’t mean he approved.

“Your side maybe. You can’t speak for the rest of us. I mean, do you have to wear their clothes and everything?” He whined, jealousy leaking through for a moment. “It looks like you’ve already got a new crew right here. What do you need us for?”

“I would never replace you,” Hongjoong frowned. “Working together is our best chance.”

“What we had was already our best chance,” Wooyoung argued back. “We had loyalty, we had love. And we ought to jump ship before they betray us.”

“With all due respect, you can’t,” Byun interrupted, clearly miffed by Wooyoung’s coldness. “We left land behind days ago, and we’re headed south into enemy territory.”

“So you mean we’re trapped,” Wooyoung chuckled sardonically. Byun didn’t engage his response.

Instead Hongjoong squeezed his hand and took over again, voice steady and firm.

“You know the most valuable currency of a pirate?”

Wooyoung tilted his head in thought before shaking it. He hadn’t been a pirate very long, really.

“It’s not treasure, a ship, a commission, or even a life,” Hongjoong counted off. “It’s a name. And the Admiral strung up the name of the Pirate King in Namhae— my name. This is me starting from scratch.”

Wooyoung softened in understanding. Who was he to barge in and destroy what Hongjoong had built from the brink of death?

If anyone could pull off an escape, the three of them could. And if it took help from the officers, so be it.

“Excuse me, but Yeosang,” Byun cleared his throat and jerked his head towards the door. “You need to make a decision about your father.”

Wooyoung saw the way Yeosang deflated and quickly deduced what the problem was. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

Yeosang nodded and got to his feet. “He doesn’t know we’re hiding down here. Only the few officers sympathetic to Hongjoong do. For all Father knows, I died in the wreckage.”

“And you should keep it that way,” Hongjoong voiced from where he huddled on the floor. “If he knows, he’ll tell the Admiral...”

Yeosang sighed and looked out the tiny porthole window, clearly wrestling with the question himself. It would be some ironically appropriate retribution to keep the truth from the navigator, after he’d kept the truth of Hongjoong’s survival secret himself. Wooyoung knew it was a lie Yeosang had lived with longer, and one he was still struggling to come to terms with.

But being dead to his father meant no more life in Bundam, no more prestigious navigator title, no more future in respectable society. Probably no more contact with his sister, or anyone from home.

He was doomed to be a pirate forever, and that brought a whole slew of problems. Deciding to survey the situation on his own, he moved for the doorway.

Hongjoong’s eyes begged for them not to go. He didn’t want to be alone again.

Still Wooyoung struggled to stand and follow Yeosang, trusting his judgment.

“No, you really should rest,” Yeosang protested, taking him by the arms and stopping his progress.

“I won’t leave you to do this by yourself,” Wooyoung insisted before any more arguments could be made and the pair of them silently crept up a deck to the crew’s living quarters, letting Byun point them in the right direction.

Through delicately frosted glass, they could see Navigator Kang on the floor of his bedroom.

He lay uncomfortably on the ground beside a jar of incense he’d been burning in mourning for his son, a tray of uneaten food in front of him.

Despite the passage of time, the man had not appeared on deck or even left the room.

Even as much as Wooyoung hated him, it was hard to watch.

“He loved you,” he whispered softly, voice breaking as he noticed Yeosang’s eyes transfixed.

He had loved him so much, he poisoned him. Thinking what he was doing was right, but harming his son with his good intentions instead of helping him.

“I loved him,” Yeosang admitted, scrubbing his eyes viciously to drive away any tears. “But we chose different paths a long time ago. I could never make him see it my way, I know that now.”

And still it was so unfair, that one he had once loved most would be left behind in evil, no matter what Yeosang did.

“You know, I think Captain was onto something, disappearing off the face of the earth,” he finally decided, making Wooyoung’s face light up.

“I’m dead to him now,” Yeosang explained. “Coming back would only renew the troubled relationship I was already struggling to endure. And besides, with the ATEEZ I have everything I need.”

“So what next?” Wooyoung prompted as they moved back into their secret hideout, ready to disappear behind various meticulously placed furniture items at the first sight of the Admiral. “We escape when we make landfall?”

“First, you recover,” Byun instructed as he closed and locked the door behind them. “You’re in no condition to be fighting if the need arises.”

Yeosang agreed quickly and sat down next to Wooyoung, huddling into a circle with Hongjoong on the other side so he could take part.

“I am in proper condition, however,” he pointed out to a jealous Wooyoung, motioning to each of his injured friends. “Hongjoong’s hands were burned. Yours were broken. My hands work fine, I should be using them.”

“You’re our secret weapon, Yeosang,” Hongjoong agreed with a growing smile. “We have work to do.”

...

The clang of metalwork and song echoed through Geobugi’s harbour and Yunho couldn’t help his curiosity.

“What exactly is all this?” He asked one of them burly men who was taking a break from pounding iron to drink some water and wipe the sweat off his brow.

“Oh, Yunho of the ATEEZ!” He greeted politely, reaching out a meaty hand to be shaken. “I’m honoured you would ask. We’re making armour for our ships. Still working on a lightweight design, but this is what we’ve come up with.”

“A-Armour?” Yunho repeated. “Are you anticipating full on battle?”

“If you should ever call for it, we’ll be ready!” The man replied cheerfully before returning to his work, joining the rhythmic work song.

Yunho shook his head to clear it and turned back to where Seonghwa, Mingi, and the Stardust officers were making an inventory of the newly restocked ATEEZ.

There was a small crowd of men gathered, all of them volunteering to join the mission, each most likely looking for the chance to brag that they’d participated in the rescue of Choi Jongho himself.

Seonghwa was politely turning down one after the other in favour of the existing crew. They’d been with them through thick and thin, there was no need to exchange them with hopeful replacements.

Mingi oversaw the loading of new supplies, a gift they were thankful to accept considering they had no idea what to expect if it came down to combat with Haemin over this.

He and Seonghwa were in their element, which left nothing much for Yunho to do at the moment except chat with the Stardust pirates.

“We’ll likely follow at a distance,” Maddox was saying. “Just in case the fighting escalates.”

“We can handle them just fine,” Yunho assured the quartermaster confidently.

“But there’s no need to handle them alone,” Youngsaeng responded softly, and Yunho was inclined to trust him.

Reaching up a hand to his neck, he rubbed the chain hanging there for luck. It was once Hongjoong’s crystal key, but now only an empty chain without its owner. Yunho was resourceful, but this particular necklace wasn’t meant to be repurposed. It was a small relic to help him focus and the memories it carried motivated him.

“Wait!” A voice yelled from the town, the pounding of feet following it.

Yunho turned around to see Gunho speeding towards him, stopping to regain his breath before protesting. “You can’t leave! You only just got here, you haven’t even seen your lodgings yet.”

“Gunho, I’m sorry,” Yunho sighed. “I want to stay with you, but we have to find our missing members first.”

“Then let me come—”

“No, Gunho, it’s too dangerous,” Yunho cut him off before he could even fully ask permission.

“I’m not a baby anymore,” Gunho pouted, ironically looking even more childlike in his petulance. “Don’t leave me behind again.”

“We’ll return when we’re whole, I promise,” Yunho told him with sincerity, pulling him close for a hug. “I just can’t leave Jongho to his fate. He’s my brother too now.”

Gunho nodded slowly and pulled away. “Alright,” he sighed, and it gave Yunho some hope that he had matured enough to understand. “But if you even think about going off on another adventure without me, I’ll hear it from the Stardust!”

He punctuated his statement with a light punch and Yunho couldn’t help but laugh.

Gunho seemed so much happier here, so much more himself. Part of Yunho was disappointed to have missed the transformation, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. Time had been kind to his brother, and not only to him.

There was just one more mission left before they could enjoy their hard-won spoils and live the life they’d built for themselves.

“Wait!”

Another voice interrupted the embarkation, this time from the other side of the docks.

“Now what?” Minseob griped, crossing his arms and preparing to deal with the interference.

“There’s no need for a search party!” The voice called out again, and Yunho turned around in shock as he recognised it.

“Jongho!”

He rushed toward the younger pirate, but Mingi beat him to it, squeezing him in a hug so tight, Jongho had to tap him on the shoulder to signal he needed to breathe.

“And not just me,” he gasped, quickly embracing Seonghwa and Yunho as well before turning and pushing back through the crowd with a slight limp, rescuing another pirate who had been swarmed with adoring fans.

“San!” Yunho laughed, and the shock of suddenly seeing him was so intense, that he couldn’t even form the words to ask how he was here.

San joined them with hugs as well, relief plastered across his face, and promised to explain when he got the chance. “It’s quite the story,” he sighed with a tired smile. “I’m not sure you’ll even believe me.”

“Hyung, I lost your spyglass,” Jongho suddenly confessed as they moved to a more secure corner of the dock, letting the Stardust officers deal with the traffic. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, Jongho, don’t worry about it!” Yunho replied quickly, astounded that Jongho would even think of such a thing on the heels of his miraculous return. “I’m just happy you’re alive and safe.”

“You were preparing to set out?” San observed quickly, giving Jongho a knowing glance.

Seonghwa affirmed it and went to tell Yoojin to cancel the trip, but Jongho took him by the arm and stopped him.

“Good. We have a job for you.”

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A/N: I came back with a really long one, possibly the longest chapter to date, so hopefully it was okay that there wasn’t much action 😆 From this chapter I think the trajectory of the rest of this volume might be apparent, and at any rate All to Action has passed the halfway point! Let me know what you thought and have a nice week~

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