#choi seunghyun fics

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Date Roulette: Jiyong

Tuesday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Jiyong Week Start

Next

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Warning level: suggestive (higher end of suggestive)

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I woke up with my head smushed against Jiyong's shirt, and his arms wrapped tightly around my body. Which is to say: I woke up confused. I remembered everything, but I couldn't really make sense of it.

I was not the type to back down from a building argument. At least, I tried not to be. And kissing him again? I knew how I had gotten there, but in the light of day I just couldn't make the logic work out the same as it had last night.

But I could work that stuff out later. Right now, I had to peel a human banana clip off of myself and track down a production… assistant? Director? It occurred to me that I didn't actually know what Chul's job title actually was.

Again, not a priority at the moment.

I shook my head, trying to knock loose the cobwebs that had accumulated in there overnight. I immediately regretted the action as an invisible band tightened itself around my temples.

Muffling a groan, I rolled towards the edge of the bed, finding my escape from his clutches easier than I had expected.

Jiyong only let out a soft whine, but stayed asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it towards his arms. He readily accepted it, pulling it into his body in a stranglehold.

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Once I was above deck, I located a staff person that I vaguely recognized. I had seen her around a few times, typically with an assortment of cords in her hands.

This morning however, she was leaning against a railing. In one hand she had some sort of snack bar, in the other she seemed to be scrolling through sns.

As I approached, she gave me an apologetic look - covering her somewhat full mouth and bowing. I waved a hand and shook my head, hoping I was coming off as nonchalant and not grimacing too much from the growing dizziness between my eyes.

"Sorry for interrupting," I started, "I just wanted to know if Chul is around."

"Mm," she paused, finishing chewing before continuing, "he's still downstairs. I guess he's got motion sickness pretty bad."

"Ah," I frowned, "I was hoping to talk to him before everything really got started today."

"Hmm…" she looked a little unsure.

"Please."

After a second, she nodded. "I'll show you," she offered.

I followed her back below deck.

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The room was smaller. Substantially so. Obviously meant as staff quarters.

It annoyed me, but I figured I'd gone on enough anti-capitalist tangents before. Besides, if Chul wasn't feeling well there was no reason for me to bring more negativity to him.

I also had something more urgent to address.

Chul looked like shit. He was rumpled. Hair stuck out at odd angles, wrinkled clothes, and that wince of illness. He was busy shaking some tablets onto his hand.

"Hey," I took a seat on an empty bunk, "anything I can do to help?"

He shook his head, wincing again.

"I've got dramamine and pain killers," he huffed, "I'll live. What's up?"

I sunk into myself slightly, feeling a little guilty that I was - once again - coming to him for a favor.

"I…" I paused as another staffer came in for a moment. They grabbed a bag and left without a word. Wordlessly, Chul handed me the bottle of pills. Taksen. I took two, nodding in thanks as he handed over a bottle of water as well.

I waited an extra second after swallowing the pills before starting again.

"I'm worried about this week."

Chul nodded, silently urging me to continue.

"I woke up and…" I blinked, brows dipping as I thought it over again, "I can't make sense of last night."

"Yeah," he agreed, "I didn't expect you two to get over things so quickly."

"Exactly!" I nodded - ignoring the headache, "it's like Ji… he just knows how to get past my guard somehow."

Chul hummed, a thoughtful look taking over his features.

"But… what does this have to do with me?" He asked.

"I… I don't know. I just wanted…" I frowned. What did I want? Someone to keep an eye on me? Someone to talk to?

"I just wanted to know if I was crazy or not for thinking it was strange."

He laughed. Not at me. More of a what can I say sort of laugh.

"The whole thing is strange. Has anything happened to you this last month that isn't strange?"

I rolled my eyes, huffing at him and crossing my arms.

"Okay," I conceded, "but this is extra strange. I couldn't stand his jealousy, but one conversation later I let him sleep in my bed?"

Chul lifted an eyebrow, teasing me.

"Shut up," I snapped, "nothing happened. Just sleep."

He shook his head, raising his hands as if showing his innocence.

"But it's still weird!" I pushed. "I remember the conversation. That one bit shouldn't have been enough."

He sighed, shrugging.

"This whole thing between you two has been a roller coaster. Maybe this is just another up."

I groaned, but didn't speak. He had something close to a point.

"You just have to survive a few days. Tomorrow is a group day, then Sunday as well."

"You know that this won't just end on Sunday," I grumbled.

"True," he leaned forward, patting my knee reassuringly, "but we can worry about that next week. For now, let's just focus on today."

"Fine," I agreed, "but just…"

I stumbled over my words again.

Luckily, Chul knew what I was getting at.

"Hey, I can always make up some technical interruption if you need me to. Not forever, but for five minutes at least."

I nodded. Standing up, I placed a hopefully not overly familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you Chul," I squeezed his shoulder slightly, "seriously."

He nodded.

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I had hoped that Jiyong would be gone by the time I returned to my cabin. Or at least still dead asleep. Instead he sat up when I entered, pouting over my pillow at me.

I froze, just for a second. Thankfully, he seemed sleepy enough to have missed it.

"You left me alone," he croak-whined.

"I figured you could use the sleep," I shrugged. I sat on the edge of the bed and hauled my backpack from where I had stashed it on the little armchair yesterday.

His pout stayed in place as he shoved the pillow behind himself and lifted his arms towards me.

"Come back to me, my love."

I cringed at the endearment. It sounded hollow somehow.

"Luna?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyebrows were drawn together, and he appeared to be giving me a thorough looking over.

"Hmm?"

He didn't immediately answer. Instead, he sat up and leaned forward. Supporting himself on his knees and one hand, he reached forward and pushed the hair out of my face.

"Are you not feeling well? I'm sure I have medicine or something with me."

I shook my head, pulling away from his hand.

"No," I turned my attention back to my bag, "I already got something from Chul."

Jiyong crawled forward, invading the space next to me.

'What did he give you?"

I shrugged, still searching through my bag. "Just something for my headache. You know how it i- Ah there it is!"

I held my toothbrush aloft in triumph.

Jiyong smiled, presumably at my antics, but continued his questioning.

"But what specifically?"

"Why does it matter?" I retorted, moving towards the ensuite so I could finally brush my teeth. I laughed at Jiyong's expression, now looking extra concerned. "I doubt he'd try to drug me or something."

"Of course," he nodded slowly, "he'd have to be a psycho to do something like that."

He moved awkwardly, getting himself untangled from the bed so he could follow me.

"Still," he took up residence behind me now, sneaking a hand around my stomach as I brushed my teeth, "it might react poorly with that tea."

I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror. I felt crowded, but resisted the urge to push him away. Maybe it was the… was this a hangover? PMS? Regardless, there was an uncomfortable feeling lingering through my body that I couldn't help interpreting as danger.

Jiyong took my lack of rejection as encouragement. He hooked his chin on my shoulder and lifted his free hand to brush my hair back from my face.

"I want to make sure that you're safe, my love."

That was going to get real old, real fast.

I shrugged myself from his clutches, spitting and rinsing my mouth before speaking.

"It was just Taksen," I turned to face, fixing what I felt was the fakest smile I had ever worn onto my face, "I'm sure I'll be fine Ji."

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We had lunch on the boat, a vegetarian take on naengmyeon.

"You know," I broke a not quite awkward silence as we ate, "I used to hate soup."

Jiyong looked up from his dish, frowning slightly.

"I'm sure they could make something else."

"No," I shook my head, "this is fine. I just was against soup on principle."

Jiyong blinked, squinted, and finally placed his elbow onto the tabletop and his chin into his palm.

"On principle."

It wasn't exactly a question, but it was clear he wanted further information.

"Well," I lifted my spoon, observing its contents closely. After a moment, I downed the liquid before continuing. "Soup is different back home." I held the spoon up, now watching the way the sunlight reflected off its surface.

Jiyong patiently watched my antics.

"Mostly it just seemed like someone made a meal and then," I shrugged, "decided to put it in water."

Jiyong looked down at his own bowl, brows drawing together as he considered the food before him.

"How is that different than this?"

I shrugged again. "Soup here seems to be done on purpose."

His frown deepened for a moment. Then, after shaking his head, he burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, unable to remain serious in the face of his outburst, "what's so funny?"

"I just," he shook his head again before leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm, "never know what you're going to say next."

A month ago - hell even a week ago - I would have expected that sentiment to be accompanied by a frown. Disapproval of what and how I choose to be. Now however…

He seemed to have forgotten his food, simply gazing at me with something like wonder writ across his face.

"Eat," I nodded towards his bowl.

His smile deepened. Shaking his head, his lips parted to speak.

"I-"

"Don't tell me you're full by watching me," I cut him off. "You need to eat."

He let out an abrupt laugh, but lifted his spoon regardless.

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I wasn't sure if it was exactly typical for yachts to pull up on Sindo. From what I could see, the boat that we were on was the only non-ferry visible. There was some discussion between pier staff, show staff, and even Jiyong himself at one point, before we were able to fully… park? I made a mental note to look up proper boating terminology.

Something about the way that Jiyong returned from the conversation sent a flag up in my mind. He looked sheepish, but happy - victorious, but a little shy. He had a bounce in his step that translated to his silly straw sun hat flopping slightly as he approached.

He looked like a dad on vacation that had just gotten a bargain.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as soon as he was close enough to talk to.

"Yes," he quickly answered. "I just have to, ah…" that slightly embarrassed look replaced his smile for a second.

"You didn't bribe them, did you?"

He laughed, but didn't answer. Not directly anyway.

"The manager's wife is a fan," he explained. "I just offered to sign a picture."

I squinted at him, trying to play up my disapproval.

"Jagi~," he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I got us a spot, right?"

I pursed my lips, letting out a "hmmph" noise.

"I did well," he wiggled my shoulders back and forth, teasing, "right jagiya?"

"I guess it's okay," I gave him a sidelong look, "as long as we're not breaking a law or anything."

A slightly confused look took over his features for a moment as he tilted his head.

"I don't think so," he murmured, "even if there is one, it will only be a fine."

I sighed deeply, remembering a phrase that my friends back home and I used to say pretty often: 'Punishable by a fine' just means 'legal for rich people.'

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We navigated renting some scooters, including two bigger ones that were more like golf carts for the staff and their gear, and headed out. It was already near noon when we had arrived, so we stopped in a small cafe for something to eat before heading towards Modo.

It was something like a break, but not really. Jiyong had suggested we share a scooter, but I had wanted a little bit of extra freedom.

"Think of the show," Jiyong pouted.

"I am," I countered. "Just imagine how fun it will be for the audience when I inevitably run off on my own and you have to chase me down."

I heard Chul snort out a laugh somewhere off camera at that.

"My love," Jiyong's pout deepened, "think of the way their hearts will flutter when you put your hands around my waist."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes for good measure.

"That's actually dangerous. If anything I'd have to grab your hips or shoulders," I shrugged. "Holding your waist messes with your center of balance."

The pout was gone. In its place was a blank stare, seasoned by a few blinks.

In the end, I allowed him to "convince" me. Truth be told, I was beginning to have a headache again, and I figured I might be better off if I let him "drive". I also begged another painkiller off Chul, who made a point of holding the back of his hand to my forehead and squinting at my eyes and hands.

"Do I pass the inspection?"

Chul's eyes narrowed, "for now. Here."

With that, I was handed a tablet, a bottle of water, and a helmet before settling in behind Jiyong on the little moped.

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The air on my face felt nice, doing a little bit to clear the ache in the center of my forehead. It also helped that most of what I could smell was salt, mud, and algae. I breathed deep, shutting my eyes to block any potential motion sickness from compounding the horrendously loud pounding of blood in my ears.

I was a little disappointed at missing most of the view while we rode. I had searched the island online when the plan was initially proposed and knew that I was surrounded by greenery and farms. I hoped I'd be able to see them on the way back.

At first, I was a little bitter about going to Modo with Jiyong. It was on my list, buried in my liked photos on my private Instagram. Somehow, I doubted Jiyong knew that though. Much more likely was the chance that he simply looked up day trips on the islands and things to do.

Not that that was a bad approach. I had simply been spoiled by Seunghyun and Daesung's attentiveness.

I allowed myself a moment of malcontent before convincing myself not to let petty details ruin Baemikkumi for me.

Getting an afternoon snack also helped. I excused myself to the bathroom after ordering, taking an extra moment to pat some cool water over my face and neck. The day was hot, extra humid due to being on the series of islets.

It also gave me a moment to respond to messages that I had been ignoring.

From: Hugeboy Any clarity on that mysterious situation you were in? σ(^_^;)? From: Hugeboy Ah… I know you're probably just busy but still it feels a bit… From: Hugeboy I want to call you From: Hugeboy But I don't want to be a bother From: Hugeboy I miss you ｡･(つд`｡)･｡ From: Hugeboy Maybe I should be embarrassed about saying that From: Hugeboy No! I don't care if it's embarrassing! From: Hugeboy I! Miss! You! ♡♡♡♡♡ (*T^T)

I couldn't help but to half smile, half pout, at his messages. Reading back over them I couldn't help but feel a little bad about not having responded. Still, I supposed I had a pretty good reason. At least on Sunday.

To: Hugeboy Would you believe me if I said I miss you too? To: Hugeboy I had a sort of… medical issue?? To: Hugeboy Nothing serious. Just stress. To: Hugeboy Honestly, I think I'm still recovering.

For perhaps the second time ever, he didn't instantly respond. Well, that's only fair. I checked my other messages.

From: Zico You know what I'm going to say, right? ㅋㅋㅋ From: Zico I think he's really lost it this time From: Zico Seriously… are you a witch or something? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

That last message had been accompanied by a blurry video of what appeared to be Mino. He sat with his phone in his hands, staring at it with an obvious pout on his lips. I couldn't truly make out what he was saying, but I could tell it was something like:

"... doesn't… nothing…"

A few seconds before the video ended, a new message came in from Zico.

From: Zico

I would ask why Mino just texted me asking for advice on playing it cool, but I think I already know the answer.

I snorted a laugh and quickly typed a reply.

To: Zico Why should he start now?

To: Hugeboy I like that you're embarrassing~~ ♡ To: Hugeboy Better to be embarrassing and real than to be cold and uncaring From: Hugeboy Fine! I miss you more than makes sense (*T^T) From: Hugeboy When can I see you? To: Hugeboy I don't know. I'm sorry. From: Hugeboy It's not your fault ＼(_ _) To: Hugeboy Still… To: Hugeboy I have to go. I'll message you again soon I promise.

With that, I clicked my phone back to locked, and headed back outside.

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Jiyong insisted we rehydrate, a set of iced teas mixed with fruit juice already on the table when I returned.

"Making sure to take care of me?" I teased him.

"I always take care of you."

At Jiyong's suggestion, plenty of photographs were taken. Primarily of me. I did offer a few times to take pictures of him, but he'd simply shake his head and say he had enough photos of him to last a lifetime.

That seemed both reasonable and a little unfair. Not to him. He was right. Nobody needed more photos of him. But it was unfair to put me in the spotlight with so little warning.

Once we were in the park, it was every few minutes with him. He'd point at something and ask me to pose next to it. As if I knew the first thing about posing.

I tried to push the negativity out of my mind. For years I had been the photographer for my friends. Ninety percent of the photos that existed of me were mirror selfies, or taken using a makeshift tripod and the timer function. I took a moment to be grateful for the influx of proof of life provided over the last few weeks.

Besides, the picture of me being held in giant metal hands did come out nicely.

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Just a short while later, Jiyong was sulking.

Well, not actually. He was playing it up for sympathy, scowling as the yacht pulled closer to the dock on the mainland. I pretended that I hadn't noticed.

"It's a shame," I said as casually as I could.

I was rewarded with shining puppy eyes from Jiyong.

"We didn't even get a chance to go into the ocean water this whole time."

Jiyong grimaced. Obviously, this was not what he had been hoping to hear. No doubt he would have liked for me to say I wished we could spend another night on the boat. Or perhaps that I didn't want to return to the house.

Truth be told, I was itching to get into the giant tub in my room. I couldn't wait to stretch out in a familiar bed again.

But the summer sun was still well above the horizon, so I was willing to bet that the approaching dock was not the end of the day.

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We ended our day at a bar masquerading as a barbecue restaurant. Nothing fancy, thank god. Just a little meat, a few vegetables, and a small gas fire to cook them over.

And soju.

Of course soju.

I contemplated the mushroom tipped shaft before me, pretending to ignore the shot that Jiyong had placed beside my plate.

"Come on," he whined slightly, meat tongs now back in hand. "Don't make me drink alone."

I sighed, biting the earthy brown cap off the skewer in my hand before turning to down the drink.

"That's my girl."

I made a point of rolling my eyes at his words. He just laughed and tossed back his own drink.

He's in a good mood. We had been in that weird confrontation for so long that I had forgotten about this version of him. Relaxed, happy, not mistaking jokes for attacks - this was the version of him I had fallen for in those early days.

"Hey."

I blinked, shaking my head slightly as I came back into the moment. The cup next to my plate was full again. I reached out to take it, but two fingers fell across the top to stop me. Looking up, I saw Jiyong watching me with that soft look he had been wearing for the last two days.

"Where'd you go?"

The seat I was in didn't really have a back to it, otherwise I would have leaned back. As it was, I supported myself with an elbow on the edge of the table.

"I was just thinking. About the beginning."

A moment of silence passed between us then. For me, it was reflective. For him… well…

He shook himself out of it and set the food aside so it didn't burn. After making sure everything was safely set, he sat down facing me. He shuffled to the edge of his seat and reached forward to grab the legs of mine to pull me closer.

"What?" It felt like a reasonable enough question.

"It can be like that again, jagiya."

He picked up my hand from the table, winding it into his own. His thumb brushed over my fingers for a moment before he pulled my palm to his cheek. Quickly, he pressed a kiss against my hand before securely holding it against his skin.

"I can make it like that again," he stared, an intensity that made my skin flush but also crawl.

"Ji," I tried to pull my hand away.

"No," he renewed his grip, pressing another kiss against my fingers before continuing, "I'll do whatever I need to do to make you realize that it should be me."

I experience an odd mix of reactions to that. My neck tensed, hairs prickling up off my skin as if his words had sent a cold breeze across my back. I felt goosebumps raise over my arms.

On the other hand, my stomach swooped and fluttered. A warmth spread down from my gut, part of my body clearly reacting well to the earnestness of his words.

"Just let me prove it to you this week."

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I silently wished that we had taken one of the company cars to the pier yesterday. Not necessarily one of the giant vans, but just something with another driver. A chaperone.

As we hadn't, I was stuck in Jiyong's car with him. Not that I thought he'd do anything too scandalous. There were still cameras in his car after all.

No, it was a more internal issue than that. With an external cause. That I was internally incapable of solving.

Jiyong's hand was on my thigh.

Which was fine. It was fine. It was a respectful enough distance between my knee and my hip. It was simply resting there, largely inactive save for a few swipes of his thumb over my skin. It was fine. I could deal with this.

Except for that gut churning warmth from before that was still sitting behind my waistband. Except for the tell-tale sensation of my body preparing itself for something that it was not going to get.

But it was nice. In a way.

I glanced at Jiyong, which may have been a mistake. I don't like to think of myself as being shallow but good lord the budding tension would be easier to prune back if he wasn't so fucking pretty.

=====

Finally we were back home, as much as that word meant anything anymore.

I was glad to be back in the house. I tried to remember where I was in my cycle. Had I last had my period during Seungri's week? Maybe it had been Daesung's? It wasn't totally out of the question that my hormones were simply amped up.

It usually wasn't this noticeable though. I was overtly aware of the wetness between my legs. Every step I took was accompanied by a naggingly persistent glide of self-lubricated flesh.

In a number of different situations, it would be titillating. In this one it was almost concerning.

"I'm going to head to bed," I was perhaps a bit curt with my words, but I was aching to get into the bathroom and clean myself up.

"Are you feeling okay?" Genuine concern filtered through Jiyong's words.

Maybe I wasn't doing as good of a job covering as I had thought.

"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. Doing my best not to meet his eye, I came up with a weak excuse. "I'm just tired from traveling and everything."

In the periphery of my vision, I was aware that he was nodding. I pretended to focus on putting my shoes away neatly.

"Jagi," his hand found my wrist, "I…"

I forced myself to meet his eye. He really was so fucking pretty.

I wasn't aware that my mouth had opened until I felt his thumb brush over my bottom lip. When had his hand reached my face?

Against my better judgment, my tongue dipped out - primarily to wet my lips, but incidentally lapping at his skin.

He even tasted pretty.

This close, I could see the blemishes underneath his makeup.

"Oh you guys are back."

Jiyong pulled away from me, scalded by embarrassment or annoyance.

Taeyang stood in the openway, in all the glory of what I was sure was one half of a matching couple's pajama set, holding a glass of water. His eyes shifted between the two of us. There may as well have been chemical formulas flying around his head with how hard he was staring at us.

Good lord I was glad to see him. His presence had been exactly the shock I needed to escape whatever was going on with me. Hormones, alcohol… whatever it was, I was glad for the distraction.

"I'll go first," I mumbled, carefully avoiding touching either of them as I moved.

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My body bounced with the force I had thrown myself at the mattress. The inspection I had given myself in the shower had confirmed what I already knew. I debated texting Daesung, weighing the chances of us somehow getting caught. Typically I'd have no problem staying quiet, but with how amped up I was… there was really no telling.

Though I had teased him about tying him to the bed. What better time to try it than ri-

My thoughts were cut off by a tapping at the glass doors. Scrambling for decency's sake, I retracted my hand that had been making its way between my legs of its own accord. I tightened my robe around myself before pulling the curtain aside just enough to see who was there.

I was greeted by raised eyebrows paired with one hand holding a bottle, and the other holding a pair of wine glasses. The eyebrows jumped comically. Laughing, I took a step back and unlocked the door to pull it open.

"I thought you might need to debrief."

I shrugged, making my way to the seat by the vanity.

"It's legitimately strange how well you know me sometimes."

Seunghyun just smiled as he toed off his shoes and slid the door shut behind him. After being prompted by a pointed nod from me, he made sure the curtains were back in place as well - a shield for our private conversations.

"I heard he took you on a boat," Seunghyun stated it like a fact, but I could tell he wanted confirmation.

I hummed, watching him uncork the bottle and pour us both a glass. His fingers were deft and swift. They moved with confidence through the series of motions.

"-by? Yah…"

I shook my head, pulling myself back to the moment.

"Sorry," I frowned, "what were you saying?"

He chuckled, holding a glass out towards me. I stood to take it, standing perhaps a little closer to him than was absolutely necessary.

He held his glass towards me. Raising my own, I lightly tapped it against his.

He gave me a pointed look.

"No," I said, "you should drink first oppa."

He raised an eyebrow at that, but he also raised his glass. After allowing him to take his time to taste the wine and swallow, I spoke up again.

"How is it?"

"Jammy," he said after considering his words carefully, "a little tart. Not bad."

I hummed.

He had to have known what I was doing. No way was I subtle about it.

He didn't stop me though.

I couldn't really make out such details that would lead to the descriptor of "jammy", but I could taste the remnants of sweetness and sourness well enough on his tongue.

After a moment I pulled away. Lifting my hand, I thumbed away an invisible droplet from his lips. The thumb was then placed against my own, my tongue coming out to taste it in a much more acceptable adaptation of the earlier moment with Jiyong.

Trained as they were on his face, it didn't escape my eyes the way Seunghyun's attention was locked onto the movement.

"Put that away before you cause trouble," his voice sounded strained when he spoke.

"Hmm…" I smiled up at him, "don't want to."

He took a moment to carefully place both of our glasses further back on the vanity. Straightening up afterwards, he took another moment to look me over. One of his arms looped around my back, pulling me close as his eyes ran over my face, neck, and assorted other spots of exposed skin.

Eventually, his eyes landed back on mine.

"How are you feeling?"

What a loaded question. I had already been fighting a losing battle against an unexpected wave of arousal when he showed up. I was a little embarrassed that all thoughts of Daesung had been pushed from my mind until this exact moment. That of course led to a brief detour into shame. That particular spiral was then cut short by how good Seunghyun's fingers felt on my skin when he reached up to brush my hair from my face.

His stern features were soft. It was a look that I kept seeing from him more and more often. A look I could see myself getting used to.

A look that simplified my answer.

"Good."

He nodded, serious as ever.

"A little more…" I tilted my head, thinking of how to describe it, "awake than I expected," I admitted.

There was a moment then. We both seemed to be waiting for something, but I didn't know what that might be.

It turned out to be my tongue. Once again, I slid it over my lips. More from nerves than anything else.

Seunghyun dropped his head slightly to press his lips against mine.

I hoped he wouldn't hold the sound I made against me. It was embarrassing enough just to have such a strong reaction to him. My head spun, thinking about the ups and downs of our dynamic over the last month. Or maybe it was from the kiss itself.

We had kissed before. Obviously. But this was different. This was a fight against a riptide, and I was more than willing to drown.

"Baby," Seunghyun was mumbling against my lips.

I groaned, annoyed at the attempted interruption.

"Baby."

He forced us apart this time. It was like he was determined to ruin the vibe.

"What?" I couldn't help the annoyed tone that slipped into my voice.

Confusion flashed over his face for a moment before he hardened his gaze.

"What happened?"

I blinked. I was not following his train of thought at all.

"What… you mean with Jiyong?"

He nodded, solemnly watching me.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "We went on a boat, we went to a sculpture park, we…"

I cut myself off. Did it really matter? A momentary lapse in judgment in a yacht hot tub with a man who was functionally my ex?

"Baby," softer this time, "you don't have to hide anything from me."

"We…" I huffed, then started again, "I…"

Seunghyun maneuvered the both of us, moving so he could sit at the vanity and pull me onto his lap.

"Take your time."

I let him pull me into him. Resting my head against his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his hands soothing down my back. Breathing deeply, I could smell some faint cologne struggling to cover up that ever present tobacco scent that clung to him.

"It's stupid." I was pouting again, but trying not to let it color my voice too much. I'd much rather go back to the kissing than talk about how Jiyong could seemingly climb inside my skull at will.

"What is?"

"Me," I moved against him, getting my head into a more comfortable position. If that position also put me in closer reach of teasing his neck and ear… he didn't seem to notice, "probably."

"We both know that's not true," he laughed.

I didn't protest, but I didn't agree either. Instead, I simply sighed heavily, trying to sneak my lips onto where I could feel his pulse in his neck.

"Baby," he gently admonished me. His hands pulled me upright to meet his eyes again. "You know I'd love to keep going, but you also know this is a coping mechanism."

I rolled my eyes, "don't pretend you know me better than I know myself."

That got a reaction out of him.

His hand raised, tightly gripping my chin so there was no way I could look away again.

"Listen to me baby," his voice had gone deep with the intensity of his message, "I would have no issue fucking you until you couldn't walk, if that's what you truly wanted."

Another embarrassing sound eked its way up my throat and out from between my lips.

Seunghyun paused his lecture to kiss me, rougher than I had expected. He bit my lower lip, pulling a groan from me as he pulled back.

"However," he shook my chin slightly, demanding my attention raise from his lips to his eyes again, "I will only do so when I am one hundred percent certain that it is what you want and not just a distraction."

What was there for me to do besides blink? And after that, what option did I have but to start crying?

"Baby," he dropped his grip from my chin and tugged me against his body in a tight hug. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. I'm sorry baby. Please don't cry."

"I… I just don't understand…" I sobbed, embarrassment no longer a concern. "How…. He… Ji…"

"Deep breath baby," he crooned into my ear. He started rocking slightly, obviously going all out in his attempt to comfort me. "Breathe for me. You have all night to tell me what happened."

I'm sure all eloquence was lost as I tried to explain through unintelligible sobs and the deep breaths that Seunghyun would occasionally remind me to take, but eventually I was able to explain my concerns. At least to the point that Seunghyun eventually started telling me that I didn't need to explain anymore.

"It's okay, baby," his voice was low, quietly reassuring me, "I understand."

"The worst part is I don't even know why I care," I whined, "I just want him out of my head."

By now, we had made our way onto my bed. Seunghyun laid on his side, arms pulling me protectively into his chest while I had rambled out my complaints.

"Just being around him is like getting drunk," I mumbled. "I feel defenseless."

"You-"

A knock on the glass doors interrupted him. He frowned, looking down at me questioningly.

"Did you invite Daesung down?"

I shook my head, nerves twisting my gut.

"Maybe he want-"

My text tone interrupted me. Shuffling to free my hand from between Seunghyun's and my bodies, I turned to grab it from where I had dropped it on the mattress earlier.

From: Llyong Boho Awake?

I shut my eyes, holding my phone up for Seunghyun to see. I felt the soft vibration of another message coming in while he looked at the screen.

Seunghyun's jaw tightened. He took the phone from my hand and sat up.

"Don't…"

He leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead.

"I'm not going to message him. Just wait here for a moment, okay? I'll tell him you're sleeping."

I nodded, wondering why he looked so tense.

He stood up and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Back and forth, messing it up and then smoothing it back. After a second he undid the buttons of his shirt, all of them undone before he misbuttoned one near the middle. He paused for half a second. Nodding to himself, he then took his belt off. He let the leather strap land on my floor before he turned his attention back to me.

"Unlock your phone."

I pressed my thumb against the fingerprint reader and handed it over to him.

"Thank you baby. Pull the blanket over yourself, okay?"

I did as he asked, going as far as turning to face away from the sliding doors so Jiyong wouldn't see my face.

I heard the plastic rattling sound of the curtain runners, followed by the whooshing noise of the sliding door opening.

"What do you need?"

"What are you doing here?"

The crunching of gravel, followed by the whoosh of the door. I assumed Seunghyun had stepped outside.

It was a little disappointing to not be able to hear the conversation. However, I could appreciate not being drawn into it at all.

After maybe fifteen minutes, there was that whoosh yet again. I felt my body tense up.

"Baby?"

I relaxed, turning over to look up at Seunghyun. He gave me a small smile.

"He went back upstairs."

I nodded, "you didn't have to do that."

He placed my phone on the bedside table before unbuttoning his shirt again.

"I know, but I'd rather I deal with him than make you do it."

He moved as he spoke, draping his shirt over the seat by the vanity before turning back towards me. He nodded at the space next to me on the bed.

"Can I?"

Rather than answer, I simply opened my arms towards him.

His smile was wider this time, as he bent down to crawl up the mattress and over my body.

Supporting himself on his knees and forearms, he brushed his nose along my neck. It was followed by his lips pressing against my jaw.

"Hyun…" I sighed out his name as what had started as me baring more of my neck towards him turned into a stretch.

"Yes?" He asked, pulling away to watch me.

I traced my fingertips over his ribs and onto his back, pouting slightly. "Don't stop."

He moved, working one of his knees between mine and coming in for a kiss.

Just shy of my lips, he spoke again.

"I'm still not going to fuck you tonight."

I whined, digging my nails into his back to further express my annoyance.

He laughed, leaning onto his side slightly so he could run a hand down the side of my body.

"If you need me that badly," he paused to kiss my cheek lightly, "there are other things I can do."

His fingers paused, dipped just slightly under the waistband of my pajama shorts.

"Would you like that baby?"

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[absentcaryatid]

The Day You Met T.O.P

A BIGBANG fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Your birthday surprise tangentially related to a favorite K-pop group turns out far better than your brother ever could have planned.

1.4K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no romance

~

Your brother would get credit for the idea to join him for a week as he summered in Tarquinia, Italy for his doctoral research. The cost however, was borne by your parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had saved together to very generously pay your way in honor of such a milestone birthday. The trip of a lifetime had already been a dream come true with your knowledgeable host and guide. So far, you had enjoyed sightseeing together in the historic small town but for your birthday itself your brother had a far more recently built attraction in mind. It was a short drive through the beautiful tree-lined countryside before he pulled up at Piani degli Alpaca.

“This name is familiar.”

He grinned, “It will come to you. You know how I always have promised you'd see BIGBANG one day? I'll do what I can to get us tickets when they start touring again but for now this is the closest I could get.”

By your face it was easy to tell when you figured what that meant. Breaking into laughter you marveled, “This is that alpaca farm Choi Seunghyun has as his only Instagram follow!” The eccentric eldest member of BIGBANG was your favorite and you enjoyed the variety of content he shared with fans including plenty of visual arts and artists. Popular as he was, the only account T.O.P followed was this very business and you were ecstatic to be there. “So, can I meet the alpaca they named after him?”

“Well,” he hedged looking at the signboard, “we got here on the late side just after noon and they close for midday. We might have to come back later when they reopen at 3 PM.” He parked the rental car, then as you both got out noticed the portable signboard announcing a special booking that afternoon. He cussed under his breath at the unexpected news. Not that you could read Italian, but with enough English speaking tourists the bilingual message was understandable to you as well.

Given the circumstances, it was fortunate your brother knew 14th century Italian as a side effect of being a classical literature major specializing in Dante and Boccaccio. His present-day Italian was coming along but not quite fast enough. The staff member collecting entrance fees did not speak your language but with a lot of patience and good humor on both sides your sibling successfully begged to quickly pop in to get you to see T.O.P the alpaca. After all, you would be leaving the country tomorrow and this was his only chance to get you in. That particular animal had not come up in his literature studies but from the signs around the farm it was easy to guess the word was the same in Italian as English.

The ticket agent had taken pity on you both after a bit of work to understand his far out of date speech. It had been your good idea to show off your ID card which was a deciding factor. The great distance you had journeyed, and that it really was your birthday today, earned an agreement to sneak you in quickly. Drawing the shade over the window to close for the day, she left the booth and escorted you straight to TOP's enclosure.  The grounds had already cleared out of other tourists as far as you could see, so the next thing that happened came as a surprise in several ways.

Aiming your phone, your brother was about to take a picture when a deep voice offered assistance so you could be in the photo with the alpaca together. Handing the device over without looking, but plenty of grateful thanks, he headed toward TOP the alpaca. Wondering if you had been bitten, your brother was concerned by the shocked look on your face as he approached the pen. Once at your side, a glance back to the flamboyantly dressed man now holding your phone gave an answer. If he was not Choi Seunghyun himself he was a perfect twin and just as stunning.

Laughing, T.O.P, for that was indeed who it was, reminded the two of you to smile. While he would not pose with you for a picture because that would be something every fan would then ask for on sight, you did discover a selfie taken before the alpaca one and it was a treasured gift. You figured T.O.P had trusted you to keep it to yourself so did not publish the photo online. Having it as yours alone to remember that moment and what came afterward made it more special anyway.

Despite his fame and work to attend to, the idol made some conversation and asked you not to disclose his presence. It turned out the afternoon booking for the farm was held by non-alpaca T.O.P to shoot some final scenes for a music video to be released soon. That was impressive enough, but for three more men to come into view greeting Seunghyun in Korean made your heart nearly stop. The rest of BIGBANG was on location too, despite it being T.O.P's solo comeback. You suspected the namesake alpaca was not to be the only cameo in the video. In what was an international gesture for silence, Seunghyun put a finger to his lips as you and your brother nodded. Eventually it would make the news sites that all the men from the group were in Italy at the same time but it would not be coming from either of you.

Taking out his own phone Seunghyun asked you to return the favor and take a group picture for him. Taeyang's wedding ring flashed in the bright Italian midday sun as he slung an arm around his teammate's shoulder. Daesung closed in on Seunghyun's other side and G-Dragon completed the group with a hand curved at Daesung's waist which the other then comfortably mirrored. Their smiles were brilliant and you realized you would never get over the opportunity you had been given today. The alpaca handlers nearby seemed nonchalant so probably were not yet fans of the global idols before them. It was probably for the best not to have the video interrupted by fannish devotion from the farm staff.

You nearly fainted when each of the members shook your hand in thanks before waving goodbye. It was not like you to swoon but these guys were special to you in a way no other performers matched. Jiyong even complimented you on the vibrant watercolor style tattoo he spotted on your forearm. In so many ways, this was the best day of your life. Your brother was never going to let you live the magnitude of this birthday present down, even if what had made it such a standout had been completely out of his control. Really all he could claim credit for was the journey to Italy for a vacation, which was pretty impressive, and getting you to the alpaca breeders at closing time with almost no chance of getting in to meet the animal named after T.O.P.

Several weeks later your brother called you far too early in the morning excitedly asking if you had seen the new music video yet. He was understanding when your response was only a gasp, then hanging up on him to instantly. Autoplay kicked in as you searched T.O.P's channel for the latest content and you enlarged the window with anticipation. The farm only played a small part in the settings depicted but there were a few humorous scenes of the rest of BIGBANG doing things with TOP the alpaca as if he was their group mate instead. What really got you though came after the end credits scene with bloopers and the men goofing off. Seunghyun's solo comeback closed on a still photo, the very one you had taken, and the handwritten caption “friends forever.”

You were ready to die with happiness on the spot and fell back onto your pillow. Immediately calling your brother back he shared another bit of news. “Did you see the credits?”

“It went by so fast, and I was focused on the guys, of course,” you gushed while getting out of bed.

The smirk in his voice was audible. “Look again when you have the chance. While you were shaking hands Seunghyun asked me for your name.”

Sinking onto the mattress again before your legs gave out, you went back to YouTube and slowed down the scroll of names at the end. There you were, listed as “Photo credit” right before “Special thanks to TOP and all the other residents and staff at Piani degli Alpaca.”

~

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[fourth-quartet]

It's me, your favorite person! For the 35 fanfic questions: 5, 6, 7, 10, 16, 19, 23, 28, 31, 35

My love!!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Currently published, it would probably be until it doesn't hurt. I've got one currently in the works (I think I'm about halfway done with it!) that I'm incredibly proud of.

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Dialogue!! Dialogue is incredibly easy for me.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Consistency. It's one of the major things I edit for when I edit. Finding that consistent balance between character, setting, and dialogue.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

Fantasy!!

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

So many. Miscommunication/lack of communication, cheating, plenty of dead dove-y tropes, doomed by the narrative, chosen one (and the immediate follow-up of refusal of the call).

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

It depends on the original material. I generally like things that steer closer to canon than AUs, but a good AU doesn't hurt.

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

I miss doing prompts and challenges!! I keep hoping to return to them more (side eyeing the bingo card in my inbox that I have barely touched).

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

It depends on whether I've asked for it or not. Generally, I like receiving criticism and comments on my work if I ask for it. If it's someone I don't know in the comments? Fuck 'em.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

This could be it's own post LOL. I have so many. Breaking it down by project:

Prodigal Son: Choi Seunghyun, Choi Seungwan are the two who stick out in my head, but there's a full cast to that. It was a political thriller k-drama a friend and I came up with that lives in my head rent-fucking-free. Seunghyun is a politician and Seungwan is his teenage son.

Tookverse: it's literally an entire alternate world of idols I designed. It started as part of envious and ended up expanding to its own thing. I love these guys. I've got a soft spot for two of the 2nd generation groups, and one of the 4th generation groups.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Omg okay okay okay, so. I've been working on this fic hoping to get it out in time to rec it onto a rec list. It's currently around 10k, and the third member of a polycule has been mentioned (NOT BY NAME) and that's it. I think I'm probably about halfway done with it. A character I wasn't expecting showed up and created an actual plot to this story and now it's a lot more than just the 3-5k of pining I was expecting it to be. It's also a POV I haven't ever written before but I've been super enjoying it.

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[dingdonghun]

Sugar Coated~

Characters: Seunghyun, y/n

Genre: Fluff

word count: 11,098 characters

I haven’t written in a while but here I am lmao dflkihjgfdlhg. I have had an urge to write again but I couldn’t think of a concept. Then I got in the shower and was like... *shrug* Fake it until you make it!

Summary: Your friends managed to drag you out of your introvert cave and to the amusement park, a place you admittedly were terrified of, those rides are dangerous, you know! Incredibly unsafe! Though when you got there, you ran into your old childhood friend, Seunghyun. Quite literally. It had been years since you’d seem him, and he has definitely changed.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you came along with us if you aren’t going to get on any of the rides!” 

One of your best friends, Ellie, furrowed her brows at you in judgement. Being nagged by Ellie was normal, honestly. You’d think she was your mother. The only reason you agreed to come along was because she was always begging you to take part in the friend group activities, and your introversion always kept you at home. Eventually the guilt built up and you told yourself that the next time your friends ask, no matter what it is, you would go.

If you had known that the next time they would ask would involve an amusement park, you would have never made that promise in the first place.

“Ellie, please... I have gotten on a couple! You make it sound like I’ve done nothing!”

“You basically haven’t!” Your best friend huffed. “I know you are afraid of rides but you have to get over that fear at some point, don’t you? We won’t let anything happen to you.”

With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, you looked over to your best friend, unable to hold back the slight glare.

Ellie had long jet black hair that she usually wore in a thick braid, easily bringing out her bright blue eyes and freckles, which she hated. Though nobody understood why. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen, but she was so modest about it. Right now, however, those blue eyes were squinted at you, as if daring you to argue with her on the subject.

“I don’t see why--” 

Before you could finish that sentence, your entire body slammed into the back of a tall figure, earning a quiet snort of a laugh from your friends. 

“You should watch where you’re going, y/n” Ellie teased, earning a sharp glare in her direction before you quickly faced the poor soul who you’d bashed your entire body into.

“I am so, so sorry! Are you okay??”

As your eyes traveled up, you saw a tall man wearing what appears to be a trilby, which somehow he pulls off shockingly well. The hat hid his hair for the most part but from what you could see, it was a dark brown. He had an intimidating presence, and you immediately regretted bumping into him.

That thought was quickly pushed aside as soon as a look of concern flashed over his face and he reached out to you as if to steady you, but second thought it and pulled his arm back. This happened multiple times.

What an awkward guy. You held back a chuckle at the mess of a man in front of you.

“No, I am sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I should have been paying attention. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You raised a brow at the man in disbelief. “I’m... I’m the one who ran into you, what are you saying?” A chuckle slipped out before you could stop it, earning a laugh from your friends in response, whom you had already forgotten were there.

“I am sorry again, I should have been watching where I was walking.” 

You paused for a moment, narrowing your eyes a slight bit at the man. He looked... vaguely familiar.

Just as you began to examine him, he appeared to be doing the same in return.

He must have had a better memory, because his eyes immediately widened. 

“Y/n??”

You froze. You recognized your name being said in that tone. It took you a few moments, but it finally clicked.

“... Seunghyun?! Choi Seunghyun??”

The biggest dumbest smile spread across your childhood best friend’s lips, his deep dimples as prominent as ever. If you could say anything about Seunghyun in that moment, it would be that time had definitely treated him like fine wine.

Seunghyun’s long arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in a tight hug so fast that you barely had time to react. He had always been like this, but it had been so long since you had seen him last that it definitely caught you off guard. 

... Why is my heart racing? You tossed the thought aside as quickly as it came and hugged him just as tightly in return.

“Y/n, it has been so long since you moved away. Why didn’t you keep in touch?!” 

Ellie butted in once more, reminding you that you had forgotten they were there for a second time.

“Y/n, aren’t you going to introduce us to your tall friend?” She smiled up at Seunghyun, who gave an awkward half-smile in response.

“Oh, of course! Ellie, guys, this is Seunghyun! We used to be neighbors when we were kids. I moved away freshman year of highschool and we lost touch.”

He gave a couple of nervous polite bows, earning laughs from your friends. 

“Well, Choi Seunghyun, are you here alone? Do you want to hang out with us?” Ellie placed her hand on her hip. “We can’t seem to get y/n to get on any rides. perhaps you would have better luck.”

You let out a loud groan and rolled your eyes once more. “Ellie, please, those are so dangerous!”

“I bet you I can ride more rides than you can.” 

You narrowed your eyes at Seunghyun. He used to do this a lot when you didn’t want to do something. He would make it into a challenge, which you found very hard to refuse. You couldn’t let him win, after all.

“That isn’t going to work on me this time, hyun.”

“How about you win, I will win any stuffed animal in the whole park for you?”

you immediately scoffed at him. “You think you have that much skill? These games are rigged you know.”

“Try me.”

“...” You sighed, aware that you couldn’t say no to your childhood friend.

“Alright, fine.”

Seunghyun threw his hands up to celebrate his small victory, which only fueled your determination more.

“Alright, you’re on. I WILL win this!”

“We’ll see, shrimp.”

The next two or so hours were full of you forcing yourself to get on rides with your friends and Seunghyun, who always made sure he was sitting next to you, friendly competition, and the reassuring gentle hand squeezes he gave you when he noticed your fear getting the better of you. Though there was a competition going on, he made sure to gently rest his hand on top of yours, on your shoulder and your knee throughout the entire time. He had never acted like this when you knew him back then. It was slightly confusing.

Though you weren’t quite aware of what was going on, Ellie was. She noticed every little touch Seunghyun made, every little glance in your direction when you were looking the other way, the soft smile on his lips every time you squeezed his hand in fear as the rides dropped. She knew you were oblivious, but she didn’t know you could be this oblivious.

“Hey, y/n, Seunghyun, the rest of us are going to go to the restroom real quick. We will come find you later!” 

Before you could respond, your friends ran off and left you alone with him. 

“... That was awfully fishy.” You muttered as you turned to face him. 

He was unexpectedly close to you, looking down into your eyes, a curious glint in his.

His words came out rushed and messy as he took your hand in his. 

“Y/n, I need to say this now or I will lose the courage. So please just listen until the end okay? Don’t say anything yet”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, only nodding in response as you waited for him to continue.

The hand that wasn’t busy holding tightly onto yours reached up and gently brushed your bangs away from your eyes. He was staring deeply into them now, and for some reason your body felt quite hot, despite the cool weather. You broke eye contact to examine your old best friend.

His big dark eyes are actually quite beautiful, you thought absently. Was his jawline always this sharp?... No. He was on the heavier side back then. You had no idea he had such sharp features. His dimples that you used to find cute, now seemed deeply attractive to you.

“Y/n?”

You snapped out of your trance, looking up at a worried Seunghyun.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, what did you say?”

He gave you an exasperated look, but it seemed a little relieved as well.

“I said, I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve always liked you, but I never did anything about it back then. I don’t want to let you slip away again without letting you know...”

You froze.

Here he was, after years of no contact, years of not being in each others lives, and he was confessing to you as if his feelings had never faded in the slightest.

He was staring at you with worry, waiting for a response, but you were still in your own little world. Seunghyun had always been protective of you, gentle and playful at the same time. He always rushed to your aid at the smallest things, like scraping your knee or tripping on the steps. You had always thought that was just something he did for everyone, but now that you were looking at him, it suddenly made so much sense. How could you be so clueless?

“Y/N!”

You laughed, snapping out of your thoughts once again at the oh-so-impatient man in front of you. 

“I heard you this time, I promise!”

He let out another sigh of relief, thankful that you weren’t disgusted by his confession.

“Well... What do you think?” He asked awkwardly, not sure how to farther the conversation.

“I think...” you paused, a small smile forming.

Seunghyun stared at you , clearly nervous.

“... I think, you owe me the biggest stuffed animal in the park.”

“...What?”

“I won. You didn’t go on the twister, remember? You had to go to the restroom. I won. You owe me!”

His brows furrowed in preparation to argue that it doesn’t count, but you quickly cut him off, leaning up and pressing your lips softly to his.

His eyes widened for just a moment, it was the last thing he expected you to do, after all. Soon he shut them, though, and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His free hand gently tilted your chin up as he deepened the kiss, all of the passion he had been holding in for all of these years, made quite clear. 

After a moment, the two of you pulled away. Seunghyun was the first to speak.

“Though you cheated and got on a ride while I was gone, I yield. I will win you any stuffed animal you want. We call it even, as long as you don’t leave me again.”

A gentle laugh left your lips before you pinched his cheeks between your fingers. 

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Hey, lovebirds! Mind keeping the PDA to a minimum?” 

You looked over to see Ellie and the others heading back to you, holding chili cheese fries for the both of you.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, Seunghyun, so I got you what y/n likes, I hope that’s okay!”

An embarrassed smile spread across his lips as the two of you separated from each other’s arms. “Sure, I love those, but you didn’t have to do that!”

“Well, seeing as we will be seeing a lot more of you from now on, we figured we’d welcome you into our friend circle with a greasy gift of friendship.” 

You let out a sigh, but couldn’t hide the smile that followed, and took the fries from your friend for the both of you.

“Thank you for always being so meddlesome, Ellie. It is oh so appreciated.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you knew she wouldn’t acknowledge it.

“Alright, let’s go watch big guy over here show off his famed amusement park game skills!” 

Seunghyun jokingly puffed up his chest, dawning a serious expression. “I have been unbeatable so far, I am the king of these parts!”

All of you laughed at his ridiculous silly act, he was unphased though and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before all of you started towards the balloon darts.

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[nemesyis]

Reaction - BigBang catches you masturbating in the shower

Reaction: Big Bang catching you in the shower using the shower head to masturbate

Rating: Oh there’s some smutty shit going on here!

Warnings: Lots of SMUT! 18+, female masturbation, horny BIG BANG

Written by: @dammitdiva and myself

Seunghyun-TOP

It had been a long day. Your boss was riding you hard at work and your trainer at the gym was just as demanding. You were stressed beyond max and sweaty as hell. The only thing you wanted to do at the moment was relax in the shower and let off some much needed steam.

As the steam rose around you and the massage option on your shower head pounded your tense muscles into submission, you wondered how it would feel in other places. Taking the removable shower head in hand, you ran the pulsing water over your shoulders, down your chest, and gasped as it touched your sensitive beasts. As you moved it lower, your gasp became an open mouthed groan. The high pressure stream of pulsating water pushed past your folds, finding your tender pearl.

The first touch of the water almost caused you to lose your grip on the shower head. You throw your head back in a loud moan. As your pleasure was building more and more, you slowly move your other hand to your breasts to play with your tight nipples. Stimulation driving you insane with pleasure made it hard to concentrate on anything but your fingers pinching you and the water beating at your clit. So much so that you didn’t hear the click of the door knob as it opened.

Seunghyun heard the shower running when he entered your shared apartment. He heard your loud moans when he entered the bedroom. Concern caused him to follow the sound of your shrill vocalizations, to make sure you were alright. He was unprepared for the sight that greeted him when he actually opened the door. Your back was plastered against the shower wall, one leg hiked up and resting on the built in shower bench. Your eyes shut tightly as your face contorted in ecstasy.

At first he was shocked at the scene before him. Seeing you like that was arousing and he could feel himself growing harder by the second. What made him jump into action was seeing you with the shower head. He had never guessed that you would try something like that and was pleasantly surprised when you did. Seunghyun smirked as he started to take his clothes off. He couldn’t just let you have all of the fun.

You were so engrossed by the pursuit of your own pleasure, you barely registered the temperature change as the shower door opened. You were completely unprepared when you felt long fingered hands taking the shower head from the death grip you had on it. Your sluggish brain took a few moments to register that a warm body had entered the space between your thighs. Those same long fingers trailed down your sides before slowly rubbing circles against your tender folds. "Well, this is a side of you I didn't expect Y/N. I kind of like it." his deep voice crooned into your ear as he peppered your neck with kisses.

Kwon Jiyong- Gdragon

Jiyong had been gone from you and your warm bed for far too long. He had been away on business for nearly a month. The daily phone calls and nightly video chats had been pleasant but not nearly enough. He quietly put the key to the front door of your home, expecting you to be asleep considering how late it was. He put down all of his bags and crept into your room. Finding you weren't there, he noticed the cracked door to the bathroom and the slosh of bath water.

He couldn’t help notice the small whimpers coming from your delectable mouth. You had one hand pulling at your hair and the other with the detachable shower head in the other, the jet hitting straight on your sensitive clit. Jiyong walked over to you slowly, rolling up his sleeves and thankful your eyes were shut tight. When he reached the side of the tub, he reached his hand into the warm steamy water and starts rubbing your clit as the jet continues to hit you in that spot. Your eyes open in shock since you weren’t expecting him to be home yet. “Don’t move the jet. I want to have a little bit more fun,” he says to you as he applies more pressure on you.

Taeyang -Youngbae

The moment you realized you only had only 30 minutes to get ready for your date with Youngbae, you jumped off the couch stripping clothes as you ran to the bathroom. The love of your life was going to be there soon and you wanted to look perfect for him. The two of you had been together for years and you had a feeling he was going to be asking you something important at dinner. The water was still cold as you hopped into the shower, causing your nipples to tighten into tiny buds. Grabbing the shower head, you accidentally pointed it towards your lower region and was pleasantly surprised at how good the cool water felt as it hit your lower lips.

Youngbae was nervous. He was really nervous. So nervous his finger missed your doorbell the first time he attempted to ring it. After a few moments and you hadn't appeared, his anxiety kicked into high gear. What if you were ignoring him. What if you were inside and something happened to you. He tentatively tried your door, finding it unlocked, he opened it slowly. Calling your name, he entered. He got no reply. His fight or flight senses kicked into high gear when he heard you wail from the back of your apartment.

You were so completely engrossed in your orgasm that you didn't immediately realize that the door to your bathroom had been forced open roughly. You were startled when you heard Youngbae's voice call your name harshly as he stood in your bathroom looking panicked. You dropped the shower head with a start as your eyes met his wild gaze. "Are you okay Y/N? I heard you scream. Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

A deep blush ran up your entire body as the realization of what he had caught you doing. As you attempted to find your words, you saw the light come on in his head. He had caught on to what you had been doing. His honeyed skin turned as red as yours in embarrassment. "Uh… do you need some help with that?" He mumbled, hands folding not so discreetly in front of his crotch. You only giggled at the situation and opened the shower door.

Daesung

You love having Daesung as a roommate. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He looks fantastic without a shirt on, but one thing you can’t stand is the fact you don’t get to have much sexy time. With Dae always around, your dates are usually too intimidated and you are too nervous to take it into your own hands out of worry that he might hear you. So when the opportunity came that he was out of the house, you jumped on it and ran to the bathroom.

Thinking he was going to be gone for at least a couple hours, you decide to cram a whole night into it. You warm your shower up just the right temperature and light some candles to set the mood just right. Snatching the shower head from its rightful place, you immediately direct the water right where you wanted it. The first hit of water made you jump a little bit, but soon enough the pressure had you moaning loudly.

Unbeknownst to you, Daesung came home early. As he kicked off his shoes and put his keys on the side table, he could hear you moaning across the apartment. He knew those moans. On the few times you were brave enough to masturbate, thinking he was asleep, he would lay in his bed stroking his cock to the sounds of your moans and loud gasps. He wanted you so bad but never knew how you would react to him. Today he had enough. He had to have you.

Just as you were about to cum, you hear the door open and immediately stop what you are doing. You quickly realize it’s your sexy roommate standing at the door, massaging his cock as he stares at your body. “If you wanted some help, you could have asked,” he groans at you, eyes traveling up and down. You weren’t sure what to say at first. Of course you had those thoughts about him. Daesung was hot, but you never wanted to cross the line. However, seeing him tonight triggered something in you and all you could do was moan out, “Get in here and fuck me.”

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[youarejesting]

Vaguely threatening

Chapter:  Femme 14 Bigbang special 

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[MASTERLIST]

Summary: The year is now 3019. Women were going extinct,  Femme Industries is the sole provider of Females. Research advances and Masc industries have finally had it’s first successful male pregnancy and birth.

Starring: GDragon x Bigbang, BTS x Reader, BlackPink

It has been a while, but, I have fixed my phone now and can catch up with the femme chapters. And before anyone starts throwing hate comments about my tags this is a Bigbang special within a BTS Story.

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[sindrafalcone]

Insecurities and Football Teams

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Warnings: Body image issues/body dysmorphia, implied sex (no actual smut)

Author’s Note: You could technically read this without reading the Nannyverse first, but it is set in that world. Also, I’m using the term ‘football’ here as in the international word for soccer, not American football.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Masterlist

People assumed Seung Hyun was fit. Given how active he appeared to be with fans, doing CF's with athletic wear sponsors, it seemed only normal that people would presume so. Plus, he was usually jumping from recording to dance practice, jet setting all over the world for his art and his acting... how could someone not have a trim figure when they were moving around all the time?

He also wore slim fitting clothes every day he was out of the house, making sure to let paparazzi capture all his flattering angles, so that everyone saw how trim and lean he seemed.

Seung Hyun let the world assume he was still a young, buff idol like he was in his 20's. It was just as good for his ego as much as his brand.

Times had changed though. Seung Hyun was a dad.

He loved his life, but keeping the physique he used to have felt impossible when balancing a music career, the twins, and his marriage... not to mention his passion for art. He felt stressed. And that meant, more often than not, he sought comfort from your amazing cooking and the warmth of your shared bed.

One day, when his schedule was miraculously free, he decided to stay home and sleep. And, after what seemed like the best nap of his life, Seung Hyun felt like a shower was in order. As he began to strip off his clothes, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and stared blankly at the reflection before him. Being so busy, it felt like the first time in a long time he'd actually noticed what he looked like naked.

Seung Hyun glared at himself in the full length mirror, shrewdly assessing what he saw. He took in his body shape and sighed in defeat. He had tried his best to block out the weight gain and honestly it wasn't horrible, but you could notice a bit... especially so with no clothes on to hide away his imperfections.  

He'd been avoiding it for ages, not wanting to admit that the classic "dad bod" had caught up with him, but his fears were confirmed just by looking at it. His eyes focused in on the soft pooch that seemed to taunt him, and he grunted grumpily.

Every image of himself out there for the public was sharp, slim, and desirable. Day after day Seung Hyun presented the ideal version of himself, who he was when he first started, and that's all anyone (except you and his band mates) ever saw. Every day he squeezed into a button down shirt & slim, body hugging pants. He held himself up straight and tall so that was the image that cemented itself forever in the minds of the public. He couldn't lose that image... if he did, it could destroy him. In his business, image was everything.

Standing in front of the mirror, he turned this way and that, trying to find some optical illusion that would make the imperfections go away, but all he found was harsh reality. He poked gently at the slight roll of his stomach, watching his fingertip disappear as the skin folded around it. Seung Hyun hated what he saw. He felt weak and a mockery of the reputation he'd worked tirelessly to build...he saw someone unworthy of respect.

And love.

Seung Hyun's struggles with his body weren't anything new, but the deep roots of insecurities he'd worked very hard to ignore were no longer mere shadows in his mind, but fully fledged demons. He was soft & squishy, and he hated it. And if he hated it, then...

Seung Hyun cursed softly under his breath.

He wasn't buff, bold T.O.P with a body women swooned over. He was chubby dad bod T.O.P, trying to make his marriage work, take care of his kids and be an international superstar... all at the same time.  

Did you even see him as attractive anymore?

All the negative thoughts swirled around his head as he carried on intensely starring at himself.  He didn't even notice his wife walking in the bedroom.

“Hello handsome.” you smirked against your husbands neck as you kissed him right at his pulse point.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and propped your chin on his shoulder, locking eyes with Seung Hyun in the mirror.

He leaned backwards into your comforting embrace and sighed fondly, he still got a butterfly feeling in his stomach every time he felt your hands on his skin.

7 years of marriage and still going strong.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you took in your husbands figure in the reflection of the mirror. You unconsciously licked your lips & felt an all too familiar heat curl tight in your belly.

“Nothing.” Seung Hyun lied, quickly trying to hide what he'd been up to.

“I know you all too well, yeobo. You can’t lie to me... we promised to talk about everything remember? No secrets.” you reminded him with a soft smile.

Seung Hyun huffed out a small laugh, it faded away with a sudden jolt of nerves “ I... do you...” he stammered embarrassingly.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh. Promise...” you tried your best to encourage him, softly kissing him on the neck again.

Seung Hyun sighed heavily and blew out a long breath. “Do you still find me attractive?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“Do you still find me attractive?” he repeated nervously.

“Why are you even asking me that?” you were confused and worried as to why he would suddenly ask you something so utterly ridiculous. You rubbed your hands across your husbands stomach, up and down, trying to soothe him.

Seung Hyun looked down and saw his small belly under your hands, he swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I’ve got a dad bod...” he admitted shamefully. “I can't imagine that you actually find that attractive.”

You shot him a smirk in the mirror while wordlessly giving him an arch of your brow. 'Oh... if he only knew what was going through my mind right now...' you thought to yourself. As soon as he saw your face in the reflection, Seung Hyun closed in on himself. “You don’t have to laugh at me.” he snapped quietly, halfheartedly trying to get out of your hold.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” you chided him, turning him around so he would look at you. “I love many things about you, husband of mine. The body is just a bonus.” you admitted with a grin.

“You... you still...?” he stammered, unable to complete the sentence.

You pushed Seung Hyun gently towards the bed with slow steps. You hated to see the naked vulnerability in your husbands eyes.

“Oh, absolutely. It shows that you're comfortable, happy and well loved.” you answered truthfully.

“But I don’t look how I used to look.” he pouted. “You know... back when you first got here.”

“You look sexier now.” you told him honestly, leaning closer. “I found you sexy back then, even though you were entirely too skinny. And now I take pride in how you look well cared for.” you whispered into your husbands ear.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, his gentle hands beginning to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Besides...you didn’t seem to mind how my body changed after having the twins.”

His chuckle was lighthearted. “Hardly. I wanted to put my hands on you as much as ever, more probably.”

Your eyebrows shot up in slight surprise at that, but you just kept backing him up to the bed until the two of you fell onto it in a tumble of limbs and a couple of giggles.

“How about... you. let. me. show. you. just. how. sexy. I. think. you. are.” you spoke each word after planting kisses in very strategic places on Seunghyun's body.

Very much later, you lay next to each other exhausted, panting as you smiled when your eyes made contact. You pulled yourself up and leaned on your elbow, kissing Seung Hyun on the lips as you moved damp, dark hair off his forehead, threading your fingers through the sweaty mess.

“That is how sexy I think you still are.” you smirked.

Seung Hyun laughed weakly, intertwining his fingers together with yours and kissing your knuckles gently. “Well... good.”

“I honestly love how you look Seung Hyun. I don’t want you to go back to the way you were.” you admitted seriously.

“As long as you still love me, I won’t change.” he told you.

You laid there in silence for while... both content, still covered in sweat & sticky but neither of you were bothered. Then Seung Hyun looked at you again, his expression suddenly serious.

“I want more kids.”

A wide smile spread across your face. It was something that you'd discussed before, but he hadn't brought it up in a long time. “What... right now?”

“I want more children with you __________-ah, a whole football team of them.”

“I.... I don't think we need to go quite that far.” you giggled.

“I want Seung Min and Sung Ja to have more siblings. I want the house to be full of noise again, it’s been too quiet since they're in preschool now.” he frowned adorably.

“I've been thinking about that lately... I hate how quiet it’s become.” you agreed sadly.

“Should we have more then?” Seung Hyun asked again, a crooked grin splayed on his handsome, sweaty face.

“Yes, of course I will have more kids with you! Just...not a whole football teams worth.” you grinned as he leaned forward, gathering you up into a tight hug.

“Lets get to baby making then, wife.” he joked seductively, laying you back and trailing kisses all the way down your body until neither of you were laughing anymore.

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[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Monday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Previous

Next

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Most likely due to spending most of the previous day napping, I found myself waking up before dawn. I felt better. Somewhat. I wasn't about to hit the gym or run a marathon, but my headache had downgraded from migraine to vague annoyance, and my stomach was feeling just normal enough for me to feel like I was starving.

I shambled into the kitchen and started opening cabinets blindly.

"Go sit, I'll make breakfast."

I turned towards the sleep-roughened voice to see Jiyong making his way to the kitchen from the living room.

It was a version of him that I hadn't seen in weeks. Hair sticking up at odd angles, pajama pants wrinkled from sleep, and a smattering of tattoos on display under an unbuttoned matching top.

I had wondered before what the assorted letters stood for. Initials from exes? Family members? Artists? I was sure there were interviews somewhere that would answer the question, but I didn't particularly care enough to look them up. Or to ask about them.

"Did you sleep in the living room?"

He hummed his answer, nodding as he sleepily joined me in the kitchen.

Both of us having bare feet reminded me exactly how much taller I was than him.

He took advantage of it. Having reached my side, he looped his arms around my waist, shuffling to stand behind me. He laid his head against my neck, just barely tall enough to hook his chin on top of my shoulder.

"I wanted to be nearby if you needed anything."

I nodded, stretching my hand upwards to pull down "my" mug. The movement elongated my torso just enough that his chin slipped from its position.

"Let me help," he mumble-whined. His voice was muffled, and I felt his lips moving against the cloth of my own sleep shirt. "Go sit. I'll do this."

"I'm not crippled," I protested.

He seemed content, for the moment, to simply cling onto my back as I turned the kettle on and waited.

"Ji."

He hummed again, causing a vibration to run from my back to my chest.

"You're being clingy."

His hum this time was closer to another whine. Clearly, he didn't want to move. His hands dropped anyway, and he took a few steps backward to lean against the countertop opposite from where my tea was steeping.

"You should use the medicine one," he said, eyeing my mug.

I shrugged, "I'm okay now." Turning to mirror his own position, I lifted my mug and let the steam soothe over my face. "Besides, it tastes really fucking bad."

Jiyong watched me sip my tea. If not for the last month spent with the boys - and the assorted cameras - I would have been tempted to look away. But I was getting used to constant observation now.

I wasn't particularly aware of my expression at that moment, focusing more on not burning my tongue than governing my features. Whatever it was must have seemed bad to Jiyong though.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled looking down.

I felt my brows dip as I considered this.

"What for?"

"I shouldn't touch you that much yet," he kept his eyes cast down as he spoke. "I should have asked first."

He wasn't wrong. But I had just enough of that disoriented feeling from yesterday lingering that I couldn't find it in myself to care.

I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say. Should I forgive him? Tell him to do better in the future? I was so tired of the strange circles we kept drawing around each other. Why did we do that? We both kept to the edges of each other's personalities, as if the other would explode at any sudden movement.

I decided to light a fuse.

"Do you love me?"

I had expected him to jolt. To choke on air. To get nervous in some way because obviously he couldn't just admit it yet.

Jiyong jettisoned himself from the counter and stepped closer. The smile on his face was calm, almost serene. For some reason it unnerved me.

He lifted a hand to cup my cheek.

"I thought you had forgotten," he spoke in a voice that reminded me that the sun still hadn't risen. Not just quiet, but soft. Conspiratorial.

"Forgotten what?"

"All the blessings you could have," he leaned closer, head tilting to run his nose against my neck. "You just need to let me make everything perfect."

"Ji," I shivered, not knowing how to feel about the sensation of his skin on mine being so familiar.

"I love you more than any other."

His thumb slid upwards, running softly over my bottom lip. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell where this was going.

I wedged my hand between us, pushing him away and out of my space.

"It's just a question Ji," I turned away from him, pretending to go through the cupboards again, "not a confession."

I heard a small huff behind me, but when he spoke up again he didn't sound angry or upset.

"Go sit," he was using that soft voice again, "I'll make breakfast."

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Seunghyun joined us just as Jiyong was placing a plate in front of me. It was a rolled omelet style thing, cut into bite sized circles somewhat reminiscent of gimbap.

"Oh, excuse me," Seunghyun's fingers dipped towards the plate, only to be met with a flat whack of the spatula that Jiyong still held.

"I didn't make that for you," Jiyong chided him. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll make you some too."

Seunghyun rolled his eyes, but retracted his hand. Taking a seat next to me, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through what looked like emails. Every once in a while he'd swipe his way to another app to read some headline or other.

It was all very typical, down to the way his free hand seemed to oh so naturally find itself tucked over the curve of my leg. It rested just above where my knee bent outwards, forced into an odd angle by the fact that I was using my foot as a cushion. Every once in a while, his thumb would twitch and then smooth over the exposed skin.

Naturally. Normally. Without ado.

Jiyong cleared his throat.

Seunghyun and I both raised our heads - him from his screen, me from my plate.

Jiyong's eyes were trained on the angle of Seunghyun's arm, his hand itself hidden from Jiyong's sight by the edge of the breakfast bar.

"Ah," Seunghyun laughed, "that's right." He turned to face me, lifting his hand from my leg. It left a cold spot in its place - the absence of his body heat feeling stranger than its presence had.

"You're no longer mine."

He said it with that conniving smile that I was now so used to. I couldn't quite tell if he was teasing me or Jiyong.

"I never was," I responded with my own dry smile.

Jiyong barely muffled a laugh as he placed a plate in front of Seunghyun.

"You wound me, baby," Seunghyun whined, giving a dramatic show of pressing his hand to his chest.

I shook my head, returning my attention to my breakfast.

In my periphery, I saw Seunghyun lift the plate that Jiyong had set out for him. I felt, more than I saw, him stand up next to me.

Mouth full of egg, I couldn't speak when I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. I let him tilt me towards him as he pressed his lips against my temple.

"I'll see you later," he took an extra moment to fix my hair, "my baby."

I didn't need to look up to know that Jiyong was frowning. I looked up anyway.

Jiyong glared daggers at Seunghyun as he left the room.

"Ji-yah," I called his attention back to me.

His sour expression remained when he looked back towards me. I decided that, for now at least, I didn't want to argue.

"What are we going to do today?"

His expression changed to one of surprise, before settling into a vague smile.

"Do you like boats?"

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Back in America, I had friends. Obviously. But I had a specific subset of friends who did a specific job that had specific… rules.

Sex workers. OF girlies. Discord Kittens. Sugar babies. Escorts. Whatever you wanted to call them, I had known a few.

Thus, I knew that one of the major rules was this: Do Not Get On The Boat.

However…

Chul looked a little green around the gills. I put a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly. I hoped it would be a comforting gesture, rather than making his seasickness worse.

He offered me a queasy smile, but didn't seem to trust his mouth to open without incident.

With all the staff around, I felt safe enough. Even if my biggest cheerleader so far was being betrayed by his own inner ear, I knew that Jiyong wasn't stupid. Not completely, anyway.

"What do you think?" Jiyong handed me a glass filled with ice, bubbles, and mint leaves.

Accepting the drink, I tried a sip while trying to think of what to say.

"Oh…" I grimaced at the bitterness, no doubt from the club soda.

"The boat is nice," I wiggled my glass slightly, "the mojito could use some more… something."

"I'll fix it."

He took the glass back and circled back around to the on deck bar. He poked around a bit, lifting bottles and smelling stoppers.

"So," I leaned on the bar like a patron in an actual establishment, "are we going somewhere specific? Or are we just having a day on a boat?"

"Well," Jiyong poured a bit of something into my drink and stirred it, "that's up to you."

He handed the glass over with a smile.

"Really?" I took it but held off on trying it again for now, "how so?"

"I had this big thing planned," Jiyong ducked under the bar, once again digging through bottles. "I was going to take you down to Jeju, rent a house for a few days."

He stood back up and started mixing a drink much darker than my own.

"But then we had our disagreement," he frowned, pausing his explanation to shake his drink vigorously. After a few seconds, he whacked the shaker against his palm to loosen it.

"It made me realize that I was perhaps being a bit much."

I hummed in agreement. He had been a bit much. More than a bit. He had dove in head first, without even checking what depth the water was.

"How does that lead us to today?"

He strained his drink into a rocks glass, and lifted it with a small smile.

"Well," he paused to taste the beverage he had just put so much effort into. Nodding with satisfaction, he joined me on the outside of the bar table.

He settled his glass on the table, and leaned into my space just a bit more than usual.

"I figured that the sea might still be relaxing for you. Clear air, no distractions," he gestured vaguely towards the water, "it's peaceful."

I scoffed slightly. He wasn't wrong, but he still had that self-congratulatory air about him.

Still… I had forgotten how fun our flirtations had been.

"You're losing the thread Ji."

I lifted my glass and tried it again. It was slightly better, though still noticeably bitter. The bitterness was somewhat hidden under the chlorophyll hints of mint now. I decided I could live with it.

"Right. Okay," Jiyong moved minutely closer, "here are the three options I've thought of - though feel free to add your own ideas."

I raised a brow, nodding for him to continue.

"We return to the house tonight."

"A safe option."

"Of course," he nodded, "and I'd understand completely if that's what you want to do."

"What else?" I pushed.

"We could stay on the boat tonight."

I tilted my head, not missing the way his eyes fell to my neck briefly.

"Could we really?"

That cock-sure smile fell back into place on his features.

"Of course we could. I can show you around the different quarters in a bit if you like."

"I'll take it into consideration," I nodded, "what's the third option?"

"We could spend the night in Jangbongdo."

I had a vague awareness of the island. At the very least, I recognized the name as being one of the islands near Incheon. Beyond that, I didn't know much else.

"Let's stay on the boat."

Jiyong smiled brightly. For a moment I thought he was going to lean in even closer, but instead he took a step back. Spinning on his heel, he did a full 360 until he was facing me again. He held a hand out towards me, waiting for me to take it.

"What?"

He waggled his hand, playfully egging me on.

"What?" I asked again. Lifting my glass to bring it with me, I stepped towards him. He took a half step back.

"Jiyah…"

"I said I'd show you the quarters," his smile widened, his cheeks nearly swallowing his eyes now, "didn't I?"

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Part of the tour included the on-deck hot tub, which naturally led to the both of us lounging in the water with the jets on and the heat set just high enough that the water wasn't chilled.

"You've been on boats before."

I let my head tilt to look at Jiyong, "hmm?"

"You do that thing," he seemed to be focusing on trying to create a miniature fountain using his hands as a tube, "one hand for yourself, one hand for the boat."

"Mm," I settled my head back again, closing my eyes against the rays of the sub. "One of my closest friends in high school was a fishing boy."

"Are you still friends?"

It sounded like a genuine question, for once. A question about a man that wasn't laced with jealousy.

I still prickled for a moment. Taking an extra second to relax, I reminded myself that - in this case - Jiyong truly didn't know the sore spot he was poking at.

"Well…"

"Ah," I felt his hand land on my knee under the water, "forget I asked."

I opened my eyes and sat up, tilting my head to give him a quizzical look.

"What do you mean?"

"You had that voice…" Jiyong shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he trailed off.

I squinted, shaking my head slightly to emphasize the questioning angle.

He took a deep breath, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

"The voice that you use when you talk about something awful."

I hummed again. What was there to say to that? He was probably right.

I felt his hand again, this time on my arm.

"Unless talking about it helps," his eyes flicked between mine, "I just don't want to force you to talk about something that might be painful."

"It's not…" I cut myself off, thinking if it would true to say it wasn't painful. After a second, I knew the perfect qualifier. "It's not painful anymore."

Jiyong hummed, an understanding sort of noise, and slipped to a seat closer to my own.

"Would it help?"

Once again, some quiet part of my brain marveled at how naturally he closed the space between us.

"Would what help?"

I caught him. I clearly saw his eyes dip down to my lips once… twice…

He licked his own lips before speaking.

"Talking…"

Thrice.

"I don't want to force you to talk…"

Fource? Is that anything? A fourth time.

"But I don't want to force you to not talk either."

Ironic.

The word floated through my brain, but I didn't pay attention to it.

Instead I leaned just slightly forward.

The instant my lips touched his, he let himself go. For a moment, it was clear he didn't know what to do with himself. One hand circled around my wrist, the other started up towards my face but seemed to get lost.

I made the decision for him.

Pushing myself off of my seat, I planted myself in his lap. Taking his still lost hand, I pulled it to my waist.

Somehow, the most annoying thing was how quickly his hesitation disappeared. As if he had never doubted that we would end up back like this. Fucker.

His fingers danced up my back, gently pulling me closer to him. It had the, most likely unintentional, side effect of making me straighten up.

To say that he smiled up at me would not be incorrect, but there was something else. He was relaxed, in a way I hadn't seen for a while.

"My love," the words came out in a breathy sound, "I've missed you."

I blinked, feeling the telltale sting of tears prickling my waterline. This wasn't right. I knew that I didn't really like Jiyong, he just… knew how to get under my skin.

"I shouldn't have kissed you."

He frowned, looking hurt and confused. His hold on me tightened for a moment before he let his hands fall back down, into the water and down to just rest on my thighs.

I started glancing around, self conscious.

"Jagi," he groaned, "why are you crying? Who are you looking for?"

I pulled away from him, sliding back into my previous seat. I was so thankful that he didn't resist my retreat.

"Where's Chul?"

Jiyong's expression hardened for a split second before he shrugged, "I'm not sure."

I started pushing myself up, out of the water.

He moved towards me, obvious and slow.

"Do you really feel nothing for me, jagi?"

I froze, water lapping around my thighs.

"I can't talk about this right now."

=====

Someone had packed me an overnight bag. Obviously, the idea of sleeping away from the house hadn't been a complete surprise to the staff. It sat on the queen sized mattress of the quarters I had picked, right where I left it after fishing out my swimming suit just a few hours earlier.

If not for the vague sense of being off-balance and constantly shifting, the room was indiscernible from a mid-range room at a hotel. Well, save for the bed not being a king. I made my way to the shower, eager to rinse the scent of chlorine off of my skin and out of my hair.

I showered quickly, feeling some sort of embarrassment at using fresh water like this while on a boat. I knew the concern didn't really make sense, but it was there nonetheless.

Once finished, I dug through the little bag to find something to wear.

Thankfully, whoever had packed it knew a bit about being on the water. The sun was setting as I tugged a sweatshirt on.

=====

Returning above deck revealed Jiyong to be lounging on the water resistant cushions that lined an area I had mentally dubbed "the living room".

He wasn't exactly sprawled, but he was somehow taking up more space than seemed logical. He grinned easily when he spotted me, picking up an ashtray that I suspected was made of actual crystal so that I could sit down.

I took the offered seat, glad that - at least for now - the wind was sweeping the wisp of smoke away from me.

"You're like a cat with nicotine addiction."

Jiyong laid his cigarette to rest in the flashy ashtray. Turning his full attention towards me, he pulled both of my legs across his lap.

"Does it bother you?" His hands started carefully pressing into the flesh of my calves in an absent minded massage.

"No, you're okay."

One hand lifted, retrieving the tobacco from its perch. After a deep drag, he returned it to the tray so he could use both hands on my legs again.

"I'd quit if you asked me to," he murmured.

I watched him, propping my head up on one hand as I sat sideways on the couch-like structure.

"I wouldn't ask," I admitted, "I don't think quitting because of someone else works as well."

"Why's that?" He kept his attention on my legs as he spoke.

"Because it makes you feel bitter. 'I have to do this thing because of you' doesn't feel the same as 'I am doing this because I want to', you know?"

He hummed, hands slowly working their way from ankle to knee before switching to the other leg.

"You sound like you're speaking from experience."

My turn to hum.

His hands felt nice. Warm and smooth, applying a pleasant pressure. I slid back, letting myself stretch out on the slightly plastic feeling cushions to relax.

His hands paused, and I managed to catch a slight sound in his throat.

I pushed myself up, propping myself on my elbows to look at him.

"What?"

He shook his head, hands starting their work again.

"Tell me, Jiya," I pressed.

"Jagi…" he sighed, sounding like I was putting him through some sort of torture, "don't make me say it. I am only a man."

I tilted my head, brain working for a moment before it hit me.

"Gosh," I decided to tease him, "your hair must grow pretty fast."

Jiyong flashed a smile, his hands not so subtly moving higher on my legs.

"It grows faster when I spend time with you."

=====

Dinner was a thankfully simple affair. I had sort of grown accustomed to the background radiation of wealth with the boys around, but if the meal had been extravagant I knew I would have likely been forced into another surreal fugue state.

The meal was interrupted only when Jiyong asked if I felt alright. I admitted that a slight headache was building behind my eyes, so I asked if he happened to have any ibuprofen or anything with him. He nodded, and quickly slipped below-deck. 

When he returned, he handed me two small pills.

After the food had been finished and cleared away, Jiyong and I found ourselves back in the open air lounging area. He disappeared once again. On his return, he greeted me with a steaming cup of deep red tea. It smelled spicy and sweet. Homey. I accepted it easily.

"I thought you'd be making cocktails again," I teased Jiyong lightly.

"You shouldn't drink if you're taking medications."

I nodded before tasting the tea. It tasted like masala chai, but lacked any sort of milk. It wasn't bad.

"I forget how much you look out for me." I placed the tea cup on the back ledge of the seat. Turning to face Jiyong a bit more directly, I tucked my legs underneath myself. "Am I fun to watch?"

Jiyong smiled into his cup, glancing up to meet my eye for a second before looking back down. He was being more shy than I had seen him before.

"I could watch you all day," he quietly answered. He fiddled with the cup in his hands, switching which fingers gripped the handle. "You're my favorite thing to watch."

A chuckle pushed itself out of me, causing a not at all flattering nasal sound to escape. I slapped a hand over my face.

"Cute."

I lowered my hand enough to glare at Jiyong.

"You sound like a stalker," I mumbled through my hand.

He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back.

"It's not like that," he protested, "it's not like I follow you. But if you are around, then I like watching you."

After composing myself, including retucking my legs and retrieving my tea, I decided to stay on topic.

"Is that why you always ask where I am?" I lifted the cup but paused before drinking to tack on, "it seems like that's always the first thing you ask me when you text or call."

Jiyong sighed, but didn't seem actually bothered by the conversation. If I had to guess, I'd say he might have been relieved to get a chance to explain himself.

"I just want to know if you're around," he started, "if you're in the house then I can just talk to you in person."

"What about when you call? When you know I'm out?" I pressed.

He licked his lips, tilting his head slightly before answering.

"I guess I'm just curious. I want to know everything about you all the time," he shrugged, as if that was enough of an excuse.

"But that's controlling, isn't it?"

"How so?" He put his coffee down, hands activating as he spoke, "I'm not telling you 'don't go there' or 'don't see that person', right? I just want to know that you're safe and happy," he shrugged, "no matter where you are."

That sounded awfully… reasonable. At least in comparison with what I had thought Jiyong's opinions were.

"There's still pressure though. If I…" I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a good example, "go out to lunch with Zico, right? You've told me you don't like him, so I have this feeling over me of 'Ah, this is going to be an argument later,' you know?"

"No no no no no," he shook his head and waved his hands, protesting with his whole body. "That's just how I feel about Zico. If it's someone else, I don't mind. And I already know that you don't care what I think. I couldn't be controlling with you even if I tried."

I squinted at him. The way he said "tried" instead of "wanted" rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn't think pointing that out would actually be productive at all.

"Okay, what if I was the type of person who would say, 'oh, oppa doesn't like you so I can't be friends with you'?" The discussion was beginning to feel silly to me, but I still pressed on. "Would you tell me to make up my own mind? Or would you be happy that I was just doing what you wanted?"

Jiyong blinked, mouth slightly agape. His brow dipped, then softened, then dipped again. I thought for sure he would start protesting, or at least pointing out that that wasn't how I am, so what did it matter?

"Is that why you pulled away?" His voice was smaller than I expected, "because you think I want to control you?"

A stone weight of guilt landed in my stomach, at the same time that a wave of softness came over me. Was I really sitting here projecting my fears on him? Had I been feeling so self righteous about it too?

"I…" I paused to think this out. I was pretty sure I had been onto something, but I didn't want to sound too accusatory. "I just want to know what sort of person you are."

He leaned forward, sliding closer. As smoothly as he always did, he managed to get both his and my cups placed out of the way so that he could take my hands into his. Earnesty was writ across his features.

"Jagiya," he shuffled forward a bit more, his knee now pressing up against my leg, "I like that I can't control you. I like that you make friends with everyone, even if I don't like them. I would never tell you to stop meeting with someone."

I was a little surprised by how swiftly the fire of argument had left me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, like an abandoned puppy that had followed its owner when they moved to another town. He was so cute. It was getting hard to feel anything but a sort of goofy happiness towards this somewhat sad mess of a man.

"But," I frowned, leaning back against the back of the sofa, "you get so jealous."

"I know jagi," he pouted. He moved to relax next to me, head in hand and elbow on the backrest so he could keep looking at me. "I really do. But that's for me to deal with. Seeing you live a life that makes you happy is the most important thing to me."

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. His eye dropped to my neck, then bobbed back upwards to my jaw, lips, and then eyes. Once our eyes met again I knew that he knew I had seen where his attention had been, but he didn't seem embarrassed at being caught.

"What if I'm happy with someone else?"

Against any possible prediction I could have made, he smiled before tilting in a bit closer.

"Then they've tricked you my love."

Something about that made me giggle. Maybe the magnitude of his self-assuredness. Perhaps the switch to English, as if that would make his point clearer. I didn't know. All I knew was that he was smiling at me as I fought through a fit of laughter.

"Jagiya," he softly called me back into the present.

I hummed, letting him know I was listening.

"Can I touch you?"

I pushed myself to sit up, no longer slouched under his gaze.

"What do you mean?"

He let himself fall deeper into the cushions, holding both arms out in the universal gesture of asking for a hug.

I laughed, only once this time, and situated myself into his arms.

Maybe I was being weak willed. Maybe I was giving in too easily. Maybe a lot of things. But I did like cuddling with Jiyong. I knew that he and I had similar styles in that way. The sort of just… existing while touching style. It was nice.

We laid there, on the thing that was somehow both sofa and structural support for the boat, for a while. I watched clouds slip over the stars and slice of moon above us. Jiyong seemed content with playing with the strings of my sweatshirt.

I felt good. Relaxed. In almost no time, I was drifting to sleep.

=====

"Come on jagiya."

I was pulled somewhat upright. I fought the tiredness that had settled over me, winning just enough to be able to stand.

I wobbled, suddenly remembering that I was on a boat.

"Here we go."

Jiyong looped an arm around my back, taking my hand in his to direct me below decks. Eventually the passage was too narrow, so he moved in front of me. He directed both of my hands onto his shoulders as he led me down the stairs.

"Careful."

My mouth felt gross. Dry and sticky. I let him lead me without answering his bits of direction.

"In here, right?"

He led me into the room I had chosen.

Directing me to sit on my bed, he nipped into the tiny bathroom for a moment. He returned with a cup of water. He placed it into my hands before kneeling down in front of me.

"Drink that for me, jagi."

I obeyed easily enough. My mouth did feel awful, and arguing for argument's sake wasn't really on my radar at that moment.

Jiyong was untying my shoes, loosening them up enough to slip them off. I couldn't help but be reminded of him doing the opposite.

"What are you going to do about Seungri?"

Jiyong froze, my second shoe half off of my foot.

After a second, he resumed his work. Once the shoe was off he sat back on his heels and looked up at me.

"What do you want me to do?"

He was gazing up at me with an intensity that I maybe should have been used to by now. I shrugged, casting my eyes down to where his fists were clenching onto the bedspread to either side of my legs. His knuckles shone white. I reached down and picked up one of his hands, carefully peeling his fingers away from his palm.

"I don't know," I admitted. "It can't be nothing. He'll hurt someone else."

I laced my fingers between his and tugged at him.

Jiyong knelt up, proximity propelling him to press his body between my legs. I pulled his arm around my waist.

It was, at least partially, the memory of what happened. I wanted to be comforted, and he was there.

Luckily, he took the hint and wrapped his free arm around me as well. He slouched, pressing his cheek against my chest and nodded.

"I'll make sure."

I combed my fingers through his hair, both of us silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Jiyong moved back slightly, looking up at me again.

"What?" His brow creased, and his eyes were wide. "Why should you be sorry?"

I shrugged, "for bringing it up."

His hands lifted from my body to cup my face. Thumbs smoothed over my cheeks as he shook his head.

"Jagiya, you should never be sorry for talking to me. Don't hide the things that trouble you from me," he stretched upwards, slightly pulling me to meet him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, before meeting my gaze again. "Okay?"

I nodded.

"As for Seungri… you'll neve-"

"Let's not talk about him now," I interrupted him.

Jiyong nodded, silently acquiescing as he would sometimes do.

I found that one of my hands had traveled from his hair to the collar of his shirt. Convenient.

Slipping forward on the mattress edge, I was aware of just how much he was aware of how close we were. I wasn't planning on exactly doing anything about that, but I still leaned closer and kissed him.

It felt nice. It usually did feel nice to kiss Jiyong. Just like it felt nice when he gently lifted my sweatshirt off of me. When he tucked his hands under my knees. When he lifted me and pushed me back further onto the bed. When he supported himself on his elbows over me. The press of his lips against my neck and shoulder was nice.

"Ji…"

He hummed, not pausing from kissing me.

"Let's try not to argue this week."

He shifted, moving to lay next to me instead of on me. Propping his head on his hand, he looked down at me.

"Is this your way of asking me to leave?"

I shook my head.

"You can stay," I lifted a hand to tap against his chest, "but this is about as far as this will go."

He smiled, tension that was barely noticeable before leaving his features. He worked one arm under me and layed fully on his back. Pulling me towards himself, his free arm tugged my own to lay across his body.

"That's fine jagi. I'm satisfied as long as you're satisfied."

#date roulette #dr:bb #bigbang fic #bigbang fanfic #bigbang x oc #kwon jiyong #choi seunghyun #g dragon #t.o.p

[absentcaryatid]

Masterlist of stories with No Reader/Idol Romance

Not every K-pop fanfic reader is looking for a romantic insert story so I developed this guide to some of the other things I have written. Most are gender neutral with a few marked exceptions. To comply with Tumblr's guidelines, I have placed anything sexually suggestive under a Mature Community Label. They are mostly ATEEZ with a few BIGBANG stories and one Block B and BTS. The list will be updated whenever something new fits, with the latest addition marked with an asterisk.

Reader is present but not romantically involved:

A Chance Encounter with D'splay Features Daesung of BIGBANG

A Gift for Hongjoong  Reader is a teacher attending a fanmeet

A Very Good Halloween  Block B

Celestial Sailors ATEEZ  Reader & ATEEZ as Sailor Moon characters

Fated to be Together Mingi & reader

[M] Hongjoong and Seonghwa

Mingi's Birthday Ring  Coffee shop celebrity encounter

San’s New Friends

* Seonghwa’s Shared Passion  Reader cheers on Seonghwa x San

Stuck with Seonghwa

The Day You Met T.O.P  featuring Choi Seunghyun of BIGBANG

Turbulence  Reader meets Jongho of ATEEZ

Wooyoung's Chaperone Disabled reader with a Richie brace

[M] Yunho’s Latest Interest  Aromantic older reader

The first nine parts of the [M] JC Saga about an asexual and agender reader using she/her pronouns also do not have a reader romance:

[M] Prologue: She Came on a Red Motorbike [M] Chapter One: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands [M] Chapter Two: Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up [M] Chapter Three: Very Moist       [M] Chapter Four: He Came Inside [M] Chapter Five: I Love Your Legs, I Love Your Breasts [M] Chapter Six: Tender On The Inside  Hint of future Mingi x reader, Yunho x reader [M] Chapter Seven: They Were Roommates [M] Chapter Eight: Do You Have A Condom?

  Reader is involved with an idol but it is not the focus of the story:

Perking Up Hongjoong After Kingdom  Reader x Mingi mentioned

San’s Breakup  Reader x Mingi mentioned

Reader is present but not romantically or physically involved BUT it sounds otherwise:

[M] A Pleasurable Time with Yeosang

[M] Do You Have A Condom?  Yeosang x Female OC (chap. 8 from above)

[M] Hongjoong Helps a Friend

[M] Mingi’s Escort Service  

[M] San’s Girl

[M] She Came on a Red Motorbike  Prologue to JC Saga with Yeosang

[M] That Yunho Shower Scene (excerpt from chapter 3 above)

[M] You Belong to Jungkook

Reader is present with a romantic interest but it is not the idol:

Wooyoung’s Older Partner

No reader insert present and no romantic storyline:

A Tale of Two Taeils  No reader, with 22 members of NCT

ATEEZ Unlimited  The guys plot to save KQ from financial ruin

Hongjoong Can Fly

Mingi’s New Job  Demon AU

Seonghwa’s Greatest Triumph  Highlights of career outside ATEEZ

The Missing Piece  ATEEZ as deities inspired by ‘The Real’ MV

Trouble Maker Comes Home  BIGBANG fix-it fic with all members

No reader insert present but other pairing:

[M] Code 99  ATEEZ in a Swedish-themed store San x Wooyoung

[M] Yeosang’s Special Ramen Recipe  Mingi x Yunho mentioned

A comprehensive list of all my works can be found here.

#ATEEZ #masterlist #blog housekeeping #ATEEZ Fanfic #Kpop Fanfic #ATEEZ Fic #ATEEZ Fics #ATEEZ Fanfiction #Kpop Fanfiction #no reader romance #no romance

[babyrubysoho]

Christmas GTOP fic: ‘Blue Collar Christmas’

Happy holidays everyone :)

#back to usual fic posting after xmas! #gtop #GTOP fanart #gtop fanfic #gdragon fanart #GD&TOP #topnyong #BIGBANG TOP #BigBang Fanart #kpop fanart #christmas fanart #my art #Kwon Jiyong #choi seunghyun #t.o.p au

[fourth-quartet]

are you still taking TDJ fic asks? what did you plan for 'before, after, and the void inbetween'. it was a great take on season 2

(i'm always taking TDJ fic asks, for the record)

This one is a funny one because I do have the entire thing plotted out scene-by-scene and I did just get out of bed to post it here. Full plotting below the cut.

Notes on characters: Elijah is with several friends, Lee Youngmin, and Heo Junhui. Youngmin, we of course know from the show. Junhui I believe is only mentioned in the show twice (??) but is canonically the son of Heo Joongse.

Ch. 1 held tenderly to the parts long forgotten

Gaon moving on post-canon (+18 months)

Inguk and Jaekyun show up and tell Gaon that Elijah is missing

Gaon picks Yohan up from the airport

Drive back to Gaon’s, Yohan takes a nap

Yohan/Gaon scene, interrupted by the team

Yohan/Gaon go to bed

Ch. 2 to bloom, to be, to lay bare before me

Gaon and Doyun drive

Jun, Gaon, and Seonho meet and talk + intro to political plotline

Yohan visits his grave and finds the watch, meets Dokyung

He also finds Elijah’s phone by Isaac’s grave

Yohan and Jaekyun talk, Gaon listens in

Introduce Gaon’s team to Yohan (Jun, Sangbin, Seonho, Myungwoong)

Elijah scene #1

Ch. 3 impossibilities like memories make us

Yohan tracks Dokyung down and ‘talks’ to him (Doyun intro)

Elijah scene #2

Gaon + Seowon lunch

Gaon debriefs with office+Jinjoo TRANS TO

Gaon and Jinjoo discuss the future

Jaekyun and Inguk meet with Yohan to discuss Dokyung 

Yohan finds out about the death threats sent to Gaon, Gaon kisses Yohan

Ch. 4 the falling of parts of songs like flying

Yohan/Gaon scene, interrupted by Jaekyun with information TRANS TO

Elijah scene #3 (Youngmin and Jun)

Gaon meets up with Seonho and Jinjoo to discuss HAN plotline, interrupted by Doyun

Gaon + Seunghyun lunch

Yohan, Jinjoo, and Jaekyun talk + proper introduction to Jaekyun

Yohan goes to talk to Dokyung again, Doyun knocks him out. 

Ch. 5 past recollections of future dreams

Yohan wakes up to Hara treating his wounds + introduction to Choi family

Elijah scene #4 (Elijah and Jun)

Unable to find Yohan, Jaekyun and Inguk report to Gaon TRANS TO

Gaon’s team approaches him with a message from Seowon

Yohan meets Seunghyun and has dinner with the family

Gaon and Elijah talk. 

Ch. 6 irreversibly shattered teacups of fallacy

Elijah and Jaekyun reunite, Elijah officially moves in with Gaon

Jun, Youngmin, and Gaon talk

Jaehee tells Seowon that Kang Yohan is alive, and Kim Gaon knows

Gaon finally unites his team and Yohan’s team in an effort to find Yohan

Gaon and Jinjoo attend an event together, Gaon publicly announces his plans to switch to politics

Seunghyun and Seowon both seek out Gaon (Seunghyun and Hara also approach Jinjoo)

Gaon returns home to Elijah and realizes Yohan is still missing

Ch. 7 your being in me makes whole

The teams report no further sightings or updates on Yohan’s location

Gaon and Jaekyun talk about Yohan TRANS TO

Kang Yohan is found alive but injured by the police, and while given a presidential pardon, is held at the police station

Doyun drives Gaon to Yohan but confesses along the way that he knew where Yohan was, and resigns. Gaon refuses his resignation, admitting he knew

Gaon finds Yohan being interrogated by PI Han Geunmin. 

Ch. 8 the worst sin

[flashback] The last week, from Yohan’s perspective 

Han Geunmin is stopped from his interrogation at the arrival of Gaon and Inguk

Gaon and Yohan reunite and go home. Yohan is reunited with Elijah. 

Elijah tells Yohan that Youngmin wasn’t at fault, that there was someone else behind it all. Jun and Youngmin back up her story. 

Yohan, Gaon, Jaekyun, and Doyun hunt down Jaehee. 

Before dying, Jaehee gives up Cha Seowon as the mastermind. 

Ch. 9 the book we wrote together

Yohan and Gaon go to meet and handle Cha Seowon together

Yohan apologizes to Youngmin and Jun, thanks them both for caring for Elijah, setting up Jun/Elijah

Yohan/Gaon scene, interrupted by Jaekyun

Yohan/Gaon scene continued 

Seonho and Sangbin approach Gaon and Yohan with information about Han Geunmin.

The Han plot line (Han Geunmin) would lead into the p ossibility of a sequel to follow it regarding Soohyun, and Gaon uncovering a mess Soohyun had been involved in before her death

#the devil judge #fic stuffs #kang yohan #악마판사 #kim gaon #gahan #the devil judge fanfiction #gaon x yohan #took answers

[xiubaek-13]

Camping Sucks

Prompt: TOP + “I hate you.” “Why? I’m a delight.” + “Why do people keep trying to put a blanket on me?”

Setting/AU: Camping in the woods

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,308

Go camping they said. It’ll be fun they said. Clearly those people had never been camping with TOP. If they had, they’d know that a camping trip with him was like a divine punishment sent by God himself just to test you. Sure, TOP thought the idea was great. He’d been ‘camping’ with Big Bang when they filmed their little special for Youtube Red but he didn’t realise that there would just be a small group of 10 of you, none of you staff specifically employed to look after him and keep him out of trouble. No, this trip required him to do things for himself and you sure as shit weren’t going to let him off easy.

When you’d all arrived at the campsite you paired off to ensure an even delegation was done for setting up the site, cleaning, cooking, entertainment, putting up the tents & making the fire. Somehow you had ended up as TOP’s partner, all hopes of getting paired with your crush flying out the window. “You will put some work in or so help me, I will leave you in this forest.” He hadn’t taken your threat seriously, instead laughing at you and telling you that you’re cute when you’re angry. You were stubborn and you were not going to let him shirk on his responsibilities just because he never had to do some of these tasks before. What, did he think everyone else was a pro at putting up a tent? Unfortunately for you, he was just as, if not more, stubborn that you were so as soon as the first mentioning of collecting firewood and putting up tents occurred TOP disappeared.

Several hours and many failed attempts at putting up your tent later he finally appeared. He either didn’t notice how pissed you were or he simply didn’t care because the first words out of his mouth were “How have you still not got the tent up?”

You turned towards him, seething. “Oh I don’t know TOP. Maybe because it’s a TWO PERSON JOB, maybe because I had to do everything else since you disappeared at the first sign of work!”

“Christ, calm down. You’ll pull something.” He deadpanned.

“WHERE DID YOU EVEN GO FOR THIS WHOLE TIME?” You yelled. You were livid. You had been struggling with all of the tasks that had been designed for two people since TOP had seemingly decided to wander off into the forest to do fuck knows what and now that he was finally back, with no explanation for where he’d been, no apology for leaving you to do all of the work, no offer to help since you were clearly struggling and above all, the fact that he had the ball to ask why the tent still wasn’t up threw you over. You threw down the tent pegs you’s been about to put in for the 7th time and stormed off.

“Where are you going?” He managed to sound slightly exasperated that you were leaving him with the tent.

“I hate you.” you seethed.

“Why? I’m a delight.” He grinned.

You screamed and walked away. If you didn’t leave right now you knew you’d throw a hammer at him or something and the last thing you needed was for a lawsuit from YG for damaging his face.

You stomped through the woods, crushing flowers and snapping twigs all while imagining they were him. Back in Seoul you got along just fine with him. He liked art and wine and good food and long chats and travel. The few times you’d chatted with him in the past you’d had an extremely fun time but something about him and this camping trip just wasn’t working. You’d come out here hoping to get closer to your crush, impressing him with your mad camping skills and even tempered nature. You scoffed. So far that was a complete failure.

TOP just had a way of getting under your skin out here. His sarcasm and wit were the opposite of what you were after and you were completely embarrassed that he’d left you by yourself to fail in front of the rest of the group for hours. They’d all laughed at you attempting to light the fire and put your tent together. It must have been so entertaining for them. You knew it was because over the course of that hour they’d come over a few times and draped a blanket over you telling you you’d need all the extra warmth you could get since you’d be sleeping without a fire or a tent. They meant it as a light hearted joke but your mood was too foul to see the humour in it.

You calmed down as much as you could, having successfully reprimanded him in your mind, before returning to camp. You hadn’t expected to return to find the tent gone and your fire extinguished but it’s what you arrived back to. “The fuck-”

“YAH. Over here!” You looked over in the direction TOP’s voice had come from and spotted him beckoning you to come over to him.

You went to him purely because you wanted a particularly excellent reason for why he not only extinguished the fire that had taken you over an hour to light but also why he’d taken the tent. As you got closer to him he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you through the trees until you reached a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was your tent, perfectly set up complete with a fire and from the smell wafting over to you, dinner was cooking too.

You stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, the words lost on your tongue. He chuckled. “I know, you’re impressed.”

“Why did you move our camp?” you asked tentatively.

“If you’d stayed before rather than stomping off to snuff out the plant life while you imagined it was my face you would have found out then. When we arrived I thought the site was too cramped. I don’t know much about camping but it all looked like a fire hazard to me. So I wandered off to find the ranger who showed me the best spot to make camp. He was a fan so I ended up staying and chatting a bit longer then he offered to take me down to the local store to stock up on supplies so I complied. I hung the bags from one of the trees here and came back to camp to tell you but you blew up at me and stormed off. I tried to tell the others but they all figured they’d already set up so they weren’t moving. I dragged all our stuff out here and set up while you vicariously murdered me through plants.”

You faltered. This whole time you thought he’d been slacking off when really he’d been trying to find a better spot to make camp. He’d even done all of the hard work in setting this site up and started cooking, which smelled amazing. You couldn’t look at him. You felt ashamed that you’d been so mad at him when he’d done nothing wrong.

He cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit near the fire. “Uh food will be ready soon. I have no idea if it will be any good or if it will poison us, fair warning.” You took a seat, still in shock that he wasn’t so useless at camping as he’d led everyone to believe.

A soft warmth was suddenly draped around you and you looked up at him, a puzzled expression on your face. “Why do people keep trying to put a blanket on me?”

“Do you have a problem with blankets?” He chuckled.

“Shut up, I still hate you.” You giggled.

“And I’m still a delight. Wine?”

“Fuck yes.”

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[wolffishgrin]

Long Time No See

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1427

A/N:

Didn’t proofread.

Posting this from my mobile so the spacings are really messed up.

Also, if you’re wondering why am I posting this so late. Well let’s just say i procrastinated, a lot because I wanted it to post the very next day of his military discharge.

And, I should just declare myself an angst writer. (Ofcourse, if that’s even a thing lmao)

I’ll add the read more tag when I open it on my laptop. It’s really late here so bye for now.

Special mention to @apotatomashedbybts who constantly kept motivating me. Thank you friend <3

Backspace. Typing. Backspace. Uggh.

You were not well and decided to work from home. It wasn’t exactly going as you had planned. This was literally your 8th attempt at trying to frame a sentence and yet you couldn’t recall what exactly was the intent of this email that you were typing out. Your boss had asked you to write something for someone but you couldn’t get your head around it because your mind was too busy creating scenarios of your boyfriend’s military discharge.

How you wished you were there, waiting for him but unfortunately you couldn’t. You have had this discussion with him after the news of his prolonged military enlistment and it was decided that it’d be better if you were out of the scene; completely. You didn’t say anything and neither did he. To say that it hurt would probably be an understatement but things were the way they were. He had already been through much and you didn’t want to be a burden by imposing more on him.

Being a celebrity was tough, that too a member of the world famous Big Bang at that. The pressure was unimaginable but Seunghyun, or T.O.P as the world called him, was a man who had the reins of his life in his own hands, and that’s what had made you fall for him. He was unpredictable, carefree but most importantly he was himself.

Taking a deep sigh you tried to push these sour thoughts aside and went back to attempting to concentrate on the work at hand. Today was going to be a long day.

Throughout the day you kept scrolling through your instagram feed to check for updates. After hours of struggling with your work you decided to scroll again and that’s when you saw a video, of him. It was uploaded an hour ago. He was walking away from his car escorted by security on all sides, and towards his patiently waiting fans. He was in a crisp black suit, hair gelled away from his face exposing his glowing face. He looked healthy. He looked..clean except for a tiny cut near his mouth. He bowed to his fans and then proceeded to shake their hands one by one. They crying, smiling, too glad to see him, just like you.

And then you just gave up, frustrated beyond limits, tears making their way to the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks, you shut your laptop, left a message on your work group and switched off your cellphone. You just couldn’t take it anymore. As if the torture of being away from him for these years wasn’t enough that you had to go through this too.

You missed him, missed his smell, his touch, his presence. This place that you both had bought together lacked his warmth. He had left only a month after moving into this house and his memories were barely there. When you started this journey with him you thought you’ll make it through with him, waiting on the other side of the line and you would’ve if not for the scandal that followed and shattered your hopes completely.

You rolled in your bed closing your eyes in response to the splitting headache. You laid there for don’t know how long only to be pulled out of your trance by the sound of the door bell.

You got up, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach and just ran towards the door. You twisted the knob slowly with trembling fingers really not ready to face whatever was behind the wooden barrier but the devil completed the deed by pushing it all the way through. You got the wind knocked out of you when your eyes met. His eyes were boring into you, analysing you, his expression not giving a clue.

And then he did the honours accompanied with his dimpled smile, “Long time no see, y/n.”

But you just stood there, frozen to the ground.

“How... are you here?”

“I mean why?”

“What?”

You kept mumbling those nonsense question with tears streaming down you cheeks. Putting you out of your misery he just engulfed you in his strong arms not caring about answering at all and that was more than what you needed.

His touch that you had missed was more than enough to break you into uncontrollable sobs. You poured all your struggles, loneliness in it and heaved into his chest while he just silently brushed your hair with his fingers and kept kissing the top of your head now and then.

When you relaxed after a while he pushed you away from his chest cupping your face into his big hands. He brought his lips to yours and you obliged, welcoming his gesture. This kiss wasn’t to satiate either of your needs, it was a confirmation that he was there for you now.

He still didn’t utter a word instead pulled you towards your bedroom. Once inside he made you sit on the bed and then disappeared out of the room, god knows to do what. You just waited there for him tapping your feet on the floor, nervously.

He returned with a glass of water and a tablet that looked like aspirin. “Take it” he ordered and you took the medicine from his palm. But how did he get to know about your headache which you had clearly forgotten about as soon as you saw him.

“You always get a headache after you cry and you obviously have one now since this is the most I’ve ever seen you cry.” He answered reading the unspoken question in your eyes and a tear slipped again.

“Y/N”, he whispered, kneeling in front of you and wiping the lone tear with the pad of his thumb. “I’m here now.”

“I know but I just..” You let that trail off facing too much difficulty in speaking fearing that you might end up turning on full mode crying. He understood and just gave on of his heart warming smiles.

You both just ended up cuddling together in the warmth of the blanket, his back against the heardboard and your head on his chest, fingers clutching his shirt and his playing with your hair.

“You know I wouldn’t have left if I knew I’ll have to come back to this.” Hearing this made your heart swell and you thought you might just end yo crying again until he said “I mean how much did that evil boss of yours made you work?” He laughed and you pulled away to hit him playfully.

“What?” He asked and you just bowed you head and mumbled an “I missed you” which was barely audible but he somehow listened.

“Come here.” He pulled you to him again and said “Y/N, you’re a strong woman. I know that and I also know my decisions must’ve hurt you a lot for you to cry like that. But the things that happened in the past year I didn’t want you to be dragged into it, at all and that’s why I kept you away from everything, good or bad.”

He paused and took a deep breath to compose himself. You could feel the pain in his words. “When I ordered them to exclude you from everything, I knew I was driving you away from me and there was a chance you might even leave me, I mean why would a woman like you would ever wait for a man like me? But it was a risk I had to take.”

“And here you are waiting for me, shedding those precious tears for me and I’ll be forever grateful for that. Thank you, Y/N. And I love you.”

You got up from his hold and straddled him, wiping your tears with the sleeves of your tshirt. “I love you too” and kissed him with all your might and he reciprocated. Soon the kiss turned heated, lips against lips, tongue fighting for dominance and hands running down everywhere. Stopping abruptly you both pulled back, eyes burning with passion and panting, gulping air to make up for the loss. That’s when you noticed something silver shining around his neck. You pulled the chain from underneath his shirt. It didn’t take you long to recognise that it was the same pendant that you had gifted him on his first birthday away with both your initials engraved on it.

“You wore this?” You asked feeling the engravings with your thumb. Surprise clear in your voice.

“Everyday.”

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[bobbyseyesmile]

till we meet again

It was a while ago I’ve seen him last…

Silently I sat in the cab and starred at the message my best friend had send me hours ago, thumbs hovering over the letters on the display but I couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“Y/N, he will be discharged today! We arrange a surprise party for him!”

I knew exactly who “he” was, and even if it wasn’t a question Jiyong had asked I could still feel the big ass question mark on my shoulders. Do I wanted to see him? Do I wanted to see the others? Was it a good idea to move?

Questions over questions and I couldn’t even answer one for myself. I typed a fast “OK” and a thumbs-up Emoji before I pressed the Send button. It wasn’t much, in fact it was insultingly sparse but I didn’t know what else to write.

Even though I needed the whole day for my short message I got the response within a few seconds.

“What should I tell him?”

Oh, nice. Freshly baked reproaches right out of the oven… Of course, Jiyong didn’t mean it like that, but still, I could read the obvious undertone in his message.

“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care, it wasn’t my decision-“ I pressed the Delete button and started again “On my way. But I’ll only stay 10 minutes.”

Now I got a smiley and thumbs-up from him. The exact opposite from how I felt right now…

The cab stopped a few minutes later and I had to take a deep breath before I was brave enough to leave the warmth and safety of the car. The villa seemed to taunt me by towering into the sky while I felt like an ant. A baby ant. Hundreds of times I was here. I knew the house from the bottom to the roof like it was my own. Countless times I shared kisses and sweet nothings with my former lover. But now it was gone.

My fingertip hovered over the bell and for a short moment I thought about leaving. I mean, nobody knew I was already here, right? But before I could finish the thought in my head, the door snapped open and I starred in two brown eyes.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Youngbae’s voice sounded surprised but pleased at the same time.

“Hi.” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. “Jiyong messaged me.”

“I see. Well, it’s nice to see and have you here! The others will be glad too, to finally meet you again- I just forgot something in my car, be right back.” And with that he was gone and I stood alone in the entrance hall.

Loud music and laughter approached me when I reached the living room and passed through it, but I couldn’t find my best friend just hundreds of strangers who enjoyed expensive wine and cigars.

I sighed and wished to be in my small apartment, snuggled into a thick blanket on my sofa, eating ice cream and watching some K-Drama till I was a crying mess again. Instead I stood there in Louboutin’s and tight pants in a house what barely belonged to my safe places anymore. What was I doing here?

Meanwhile annoyed I grabbed my phone and texted Jiyong that I was here but I couldn’t find him.

“Roof terrace” was all I got back two minutes later and so I decided to take the lift considering my choice of shoes.   On the top floor I was greeted by less few people, probably because it was Jiyong’s private VIP section for other celebrities or just woman he wanted to nail.

“Jiyong?”  I called his name and a few girls in too small bikinis turned their heads in my direction and then started to whisper when I passed them. I ignored them, already knowing what they were saying.

“Is that her?” another, not so discreet, voice asked and I turned around, suddenly full of confidence.

“She is. And she wants to know where Jiyong is.”

“I’m here ma petite.”

I smiled because of the nick name and turned around to face Jiyong who looked like always: A big ass smile on his lips trying to hide the tires and exhausted expression on his beautiful face. I bet he hadn’t slept in days again…

“Hey” I said and responded his bear hug while his face was buried in my neck and hair- as always.

“I’m so glad that you came, you know, when you didn’t read my text for hours I was sure you wouldn’t respond to it and just ignore me.”

“Well, that was the plan at first” I admitted and coughed slightly while he bursted out laughing “But then I thought that it would be a bit rude and now I’m here. But not for long.”

He snorted and nodded towards the bar “Do you want to see him?”

My brain immediately screamed NO WAY! but my heart started to ache in a painfully delicious way.

“Sure” I answered, “That’s why I’m here.”

Seunghyun looked like always- and that was what caught me off guards. In my day dreams he was fat and full of pimples, which was completely excessive, he came from his military service, but it made things easier for me if I imagined him this way.

But now that I saw him for the first time in 18 months, it felt like a huge slap in the face. He was big and even more muscular now, although he slimmed down a bit, but not much. His pitch-black hair was perfectly styled and the dark suit fitted him like it was made to be on his body. I starred at the Rolex on his wrist which I gave him many moons ago and my heart began to throb- he still had it?

He was a gentleman with his whole being. He was Choi Seunghyun.

However, I felt like I never lost those 20 pounds and that my stylish long bob haircut was replaced by my old and boring hairdo. I could even feel the braces on my teeth again although I didn’t have them since high school. Dammit. I quickly turned around and nearly ran towards the lift to bolt off really fast. It was a mistake to come here…

“Y/N.”

I closed my eyes and muttered a quiet “Fuck” before I turned around to face my biggest weakness. It was only one word he spoke, but the deep voice cut deep inside me and I started to tremble.

“Seunghyun.” I spoke and wished I had the same dominance in my voice like he did. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so I just put a hand on my hip and hoped to compensate my nervousness with this small gesture.

His look wandered from my shoes over my body and to my eyes where he finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“You look ravishing.”

I gulped. Only Choi Seunghyun could break your heart in one minute and in the other one he would give you an honest compliment.

“Thank you.” I said and followed his look, but kept the compliments for myself. He noticed it because his smile widened, a small nod and a delightful slug of his wine. Everything he did looked so easy and smooth.

I grabbed a glass for myself when a waiter repassed us and for the first time in eternity I received an astonished look from the handsome man in front of me.

“You don’t drink.” A statement, not a question and it annoyed me to the guts. Instead of an answer I just gulped it down at once and gave it back to the startled waiter from who I grabbed another glass.

“Wrong, Seunghyun. The old me didn’t drink, the new me doesn’t care what you think.”

Ouch. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. He smiled ruefully.

“I want to apologize.” He whispered, “I sure didn’t want to offend you in any way.”

“No… only merely breaking my heart and then leaving for your national duty.”

I just noticed the silence and the looks when it was already too late. I really said it. Everyone starred at us, I could even see Jiyong’s expression although he was on the other side of the terrace.

“Y/N, I-“ Seunghyun started but I cut him off and pushed my wine glass in his hand.

“Forget it. It was a mistake to show up.”

I made my way through the overcrowded house and ran outside to finally breathe again. The air was cool and oddly comfortable, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop, only then I would call a cab. After a few minutes I already felt better and even the watering of my eyes stopped. Stupid, stupid me… I scolded myself. Why did you drink? You have a low tolerance for alcohol, why would you even drink it in one go then?

“Can I give you a ride home?”

I flinched at the sudden voice and the car next to me. I completely forgot that Seunghyun drove a silent electro car.

“No, thanks.”

“You know, if necessary I escort you like this, me driving next to you till you’re home.”

“Dammit Seunghyun!” I suddenly yelled, “Why does it always have to be your way? I’m an adult and I can handle myself!”

My arms gestured wildly while the car slowly rolled by my side.

“I can make my own decision, thank you very much. Also, I know exactly what’s good for me and surprise, surpsise, it’s not you!”

“You will ruin your Louboutin’s.”

I sighed, took my shoes off and continued walking. I could hear him quietly laughing before he stopped the car and suddenly stood in front of me.

“Y/N, to be very honest I would really like to order you to get in the car right now, but you’re not the only one who changed in the last months… So, I ask you to get in so I can bring you home safely.”

We remained silent for a few moments before I gave him a small nod. Fine. It was just a 20 minute drive anyway. We didn’t talk the whole ride, there was only some quiet classic music coming from the radio. Probably Beethoven.

“Thank you.” I said when he stopped in front of my old building. To be honest, I moved out of it weeks after he went to the military, but in fact, I didn’t tell him. I don’t know why but I just didn’t want him to know where I lived now- it was my safe place. I would just call a cab from here.

“It was really nice seeing you again.” He muttered and his cologne hit my nose. I didn’t dare to look but I bet he came closer, probably to open the door for me. I nearly jumped out of it- suddenly it got too small in there.

I watched him drive away and waited a few minutes before I dialed the number for the taxi company. He’s gone, Y/N. Finally.

It felt good to came home- even the buzzing from the elevator in my apartment building felt familiar and trusting. This was my home, my comfort zone where I felt safe. I opened the door and undressed myself, letting the clothes hit the ground. When I turned to the bathroom something felt different… but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Did I lock the door?

A soft purr jogged my memory: Snowball didn’t welcome me home at the door. This was odd, he always did it. But now I could hear him purr and it came from the living room. Did a cat purr when it was all by himself?

Before I rethought it, I grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed along the corridor. There’s someone in my apartment, I thought when I figured a dark silhouette sitting on the sofa. I shivered when I reached for the light switch, not even realizing that I was almost naked and trying to fight a possible intruder. Maybe he would blush to death.

The light blinded me for only one second before I screamed and the vase crashed on the floor beneath me. Seunghyun on the other hand just sat there while he calmly caressed the belly of my cat. Traitor.

“WHAT THE-“ I screamed, “SEUNGHYUN?!”

“Y/N, calm down, it’s just me.” He reassured me, but oh boy, it didn’t help at all. “You could have told me your new address.”

“You…you…” I started but my mind couldn’t come up with a good insult “You didn’t ask.”

“I wanted to know if you would tell me by yourself.”

“How do you even know this address and how the fuck did you get in here?!”

“Well… to answer your first question, you posted a pic on your Instagram showing your new view, so I figured you moved. Nice neighborhood by the way, very clean and quiet.” He nodded like he would talk to himself “A friend of mine lived in this area a while back, so I know it well. And also, it wasn’t that hard to ask for your name at the front desk.”

His words left me completely bewildered, unable to say something in return.

“And to the second question, you still hide your keys under the artificial plants at your door.”

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[nemesyis]

Fun with friends

Pairing: Seunghyun (BigBang) x Reader x Kyungil (HIStory)

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Smut.

Author’s Note:  I had fun. Enjoy.

Written by: Nemesyis

Seunghyun pulled you into the elevator, followed closely by his old college friend Kyungil.  Your boyfriend dipped his head and claimed your lips as Kyungil pressed up against you from behind, trapping you between them.  He peppered your neck with sloppy open mouthed kisses as his hands wandered down your side.  Seunghyun pulled himself away from your lips as he watched your eyes close in ecstasy as Kyungil’s deft fingers found their way under the hem of your short skirt.  

This was not how tonight was supposed to go, but who were you to complain.  The lustful glint in your boyfriend’s eyes and the hard set of his angular jaw had you dripping.  Contrasted by the muscular planes of Kyungil’s large form as he ground his crotch into your ass.  His fingers teased along the seam of your pussy through your soaked panties.  Seunghyun’s long fingers join his friend’s as they teased you.  Bringing you to the edge of pleasure, gauging your reaction before backing off.  The constant edging had your thighs quivering as you whined at the loss of stimulation.

As the elevator doors opened, they led you down the hall to Seunghyun’s apartment.  You barely entered the door before your boyfriend had you pressed up against the wall, his fingers slipping past your panties and knuckle deep in your cunt.  Kyungil leaned against the opposite wall of the entry and had his sinfully tight pants unzipped and his cock out.  He stroked his erection slowly as he watched Seunghyun’s fingers disappear inside of you.  You watched Kyungil over your boyfriend’s shoulder, dragging your eyes from his hard length up to his hooded eyes.  The sight made your entire body shudder in anticipation.  

Seunghyun pulled away from you and took you by the hand into the living room.  He bent you forward over the arm of the sofa before taking a seat.  His crotch directly in front of your face.  He unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out.  It bobbed before your mouth, a bead of precum shining in the subdued light.  “Suck it” he intoned in a husky voice.  Obediently taking his length into your mouth, you felt Kyungil step behind you.  Your skirt was lifted to your hips as he dragged your panties down your splayed thighs.  You heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open.  

Kyungil groaned as he slid the bulbous head of his dick along your folds, gathering your slick before sliding slowly into your heat.  You whined when he finally slid home and began to rock his hips experimentally against your ass.  “She likes it hard and rough.” your boyfriend stated as he gathered your hair into a messy ponytail, guiding your head up and down his length.  Kyungil smiled at his friend before slamming his hips hard into yours, causing you to squeak in surprise. Pumping into you as he set a brutal pace.  Seunghyun didn’t have to do much, the force of Kyungil’s thrusts pushed his cock further into your mouth.  Your boyfriend’s dick nudged the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.  Swallowing around him, you were satisfied by the low groan that emitted from your boyfriend as he gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into your hair.  

Seunghyun grunted as his face scrunched up and hot cum spurted into your mouth.  Kyungil reached under you and found your clit.  Rubbing circles around your sensitive nub as he pounded into you.  Your boyfriend’s cock popped from your mouth as your walls clamped down on Kyungil and you came hard.  Your slick coated Kyungil’s exposed thighs as he lost rhythm and thrust himself as far into you as he could.  Emitting a loud groan as he reached his high.  As he calmed down, he slipped from you and went to dispose of the soiled condom.  Seunghyun pulled you into his lap.  “You did so well baby.  Did you like playing with my friend?”

You nodded as you leisurely kissed him.  Tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you sighed contentedly.

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[randomdancingscenarios]

The Get Together

Smut

T.O.P Y/N Seungri

“ Y/N can you please put some clothes on before the guest arrive?” You stared your brother down. “ The last time I checked wearing shorts and a crop top were considered clothes.”

You retorted.

“ You know what I mean Y/N!” He begins to walk away but quickly turns to face you.

“And make yourself seen and not heard! I don’t want you annoying the guest!”

“Gasp! I would never.” You say sarcastically as you walk in your room to change.

You thought it would be funny to wear a unicorn onesie around the house all day just to piss your brother off. 15 minutes into wearing it and well before the guest arrived you start complaining and whining because “ The damn thing was hot and the zipper was broken.” Eventually you went back into your room to take it off, He figured you were changing.

***

The guest started to arrive, CL and G-Dragon were first to arrive, then the guys from Winner and the rest of Big Bang.

“ Hey Seungri where’s Y/N?” Seung Hyun asked. “ She’s around here somewhere... why?” To be honest he totally forgot about you. “ No reason, I just haven’t seen her around is all.” “ Shes probably inside somewhere. I don’t know do I look like her mother?” Hyung let out a chuckle. “ Nah man, I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” Hyung turned started to head towards the kitchen door. “ Alright, bring out some more ice when your done, and wash your hands!” Seungri yelled.

Hyung headed towards your room looking around to make sure Seungri wasn’t watching.

He finds you face down and fast asleep, the top half of your onesie was pulled down past your breast but the rest was still on. He might’ve assumed you died in the middle of changing if he didn’t know you took naps on your stomach. But still, he checked to make sure you were still breathing which woke you up. “ Are you okay Y/N?”

“ I’m really hot!” “ Is there anything I could help you with...?” “ This damn thing.” You say gesturing to the onesie. “Is it stuck?” He asked a little amused. “ That and I’m just lazy.” It was pretty damn stuck. But eventually you both managed to take it off. To his surprise you were only wearing the onesie. “ Oppa can you rub lotion on my back please?” You try to sound super cute. “ I’m super hot and I need it to cool down.”

He couldn’t say no to you especially when you called him oppa. So he went along with it. He went a little rough on your shoulders and back just to mess with you, but you didn’t seem to mind. He did this for a little while and he thought you had fallen asleep again, so he got up to leave but you stopped him “ LEGS.” He turned back around and sat down to rub your them. He moved the onesie that s draped over your legs and noticed you weren’t wearing any panties underneath. He teased you a little about it. “ It was too hot under that thing to wear any.” You say sticking out your tongue. He let out a little chuckle.

Anyways he got to work rubbing your legs and eventually he was around your lower thigh area. “ Higher.” You insisted. He went higher. Eventually there was no place “higher” apart from your ass. “Fuxk it” he thought and started massaging it, lightly and first. “ For real?” He started noticing two things, one, you were making a spot on the bed and two, you had a buttplug in. “ I cant believe you still piss in the bed Y/N.” He joked. You looked over your shoulder “ I’m turned on you ass!” “ I know that Y/N, its just kinda weird, you’re my best friends little sister.” “ You’re good at this Hyung, it’s unavoidable”. “And this thing has nothing to do with it?”. He tapped on the plug. “Oh, haha oops, i forgot”. “How do you forget you have something up your ass Y/N?”. “Its literally been in all day, I’m used to it”. “Okay, why were you wearing it to begin with?” “I don’t know I just felt like it”. “What the hell Y/N”. “Well, take it out if it bothers you so much Hyung”. “Okay, maybe I will”. He said not really thinking.

But suddenly you got up on your knees, sticking your ass towards him and pulled your ass cheeks open. He figured it was too late to back down now, so he put his hand on the plug and tried to figure what was the best way to gab it, it was pretty much flat against the rest of you ass so it took some digging. He started tugging on it. “Can you relax or something”. You exhaled slowly, and it just popped out. He held it as he watched your gaping hole close back up. “Put it down on something clean”. He put it on the nightstand. When h turned back to you you were laying down again. “Finish the job, I’m still hot”. He got back to work on your ass. You rolled over. The sudden and unexpected sight of your breast and wet vagina did things to him. “Do my hips and pelvic area next”. He couldn’t say no at this point, so he tried to massage around your hips and the small area between your stomach and vagina. “You don’t have to avoid my vaj Hyun, its not gonna kill you”.

“Fuxk it”. He thought again and just started rubbing your labia like it was everything else he previously massaged. He kinda subconsciously turned away. “Not so rough Hyung! Look at what you’re doing!”. So he turned back around and slowed down. “So Y/N, what am i doing exactly?” “I don’t know, you wanted to touch it”. “No, you wanted me to touch it”. “I didn’t ask you too Hyun”. “So... should I stop?”. “Do you want too?”. You asked as your heart pounded in your chest. “Don’t be like that Y/N”. You bite your lip. “Fine, keep rubbing”. He let go and let his hands explore your bits. You were redder than he has ever seen you. Which got him excited. He found himself digging in a little bit and trying to find your clit. As soon as he touched it you jumped. “Sorry, should I not do that?”. He sounded really concerned. “It’s fine, do it”. After saying that you grabbed one of the pillows and held it to your chest. He went back to finding your clit and as soon as he touched it you lost your composure in a way he has never seen. You were squirming and shaking trying to stifle your moans and your weird sounds.

“Okay, keep doing that until i tell you to stop”. You said before hiding your face in the pillow. He basically just rubbed and poked your clit while you squeaked and squirmed. God knows how much time had passed until you let out a sound you couldn’t stifle, your flesh stared pulsing around his fingers, and you suddenly became wetter. He figured that was the time to back down but he kept feeling the outside of your vagina. “That was amazing”. You said as you came down from your orgasm. “I should probably get back to the party before Seungri starts to wonder where I am”. He said getting up. You pulled him onto you and kissed his lips. “You’re right, we wouldn’t want him to find us like this”.

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