#choi seunghyun scenario

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His hands are around your waist whilst yours are snaked around his neck. Kissing Seungcheol is like those kisses you see in Hollywood movies, the type of kiss that makes you feel like you’re floating, like nothing else in the world exist but the two of you in that very moment. He always starts his kisses by slightly brushing his lips against yours, his lips are soft like petals and taste like biting into the ripest of peaches. He kisses you like you want to be kissed, like no person has ever kissed you. His tongue always fights for dominance over yours always causing your breath to hitch inside your throat. You feel like you’re not even in your own body anymore, it’s as though you have transcended into a different universe. There is so many ways to describe a kiss with this man, but also almost no words at all.

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[oraclekleo]

Choi Seung Hyun (BigBang) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Runic Tarot

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Choi Seung Hyun

Stage Name: T.O.P

Group: BigBang

Masterpost: BigBang

Choi Seung Hyun

T.O.P (BigBang)

Deck: Runic Tarot

Spread: Kinky*

Position - I The Magician

Okay, T.O.P is a dom in a relationship. He likes to have control over his life, he earned it through ups and downs and he’s not giving it up, not even to his lover. He’s likely to check all the affairs and have a good overview when it comes to daily life. He’s likely to check on his partner often and keep in touch with them. If it’s not possible through personal contact, he will use his phone to wish them good morning and goodnight and ask them about their day. He’s the kind to listen to his lover’s complaints about what got messed up in the day and he will give his advice even when he wasn’t asked for it. It might be irritating sometimes for his partner but he genuinely means well.

Libido - 7 of Wands

T.O.P is likely pretty defensive when it comes to his sexuality. He might think that people will try to nag him or correct him in this sense but he’s nobody’s puppet. He’s likely a very passionate man, though he won’t show right away. He needs to trust his lover before he reveals his more beasty side to them. T.O.P is likely to actually truly enjoy the period of conquest when he’s trying to impress his special person. They should play hard and not give up easily to T.O.P as the thrill is in the chase for him and he likes to try hard. T.O.P enjoys to pursue his love interest, to be teased and edged by them for a while before they surrender to his charms. And that’s not easy as T.O.P has so many charms it makes anyone drop to their knees at the very moment they spot him. Lol.

Turn On - X The Wheel of Fortune

T.O.P is likely to feel attracted to someone complex. A person that can’t be read easily, someone slightly enigmatic and mysterious. Someone who doesn’t say everything that’s on their mind and will keep at least some corners of their mind hidden from T.O.P so he can always explore. As said before, T.O.P likes someone with strong will and ability to resist him while being kind at the same time. T.O.P isn’t interested in cold manipulative people but he likes to be kept on guard. His lover shouldn’t let him slack off because that’s the same as if they told him they are not interested in him anymore.

Kink - Knight of Wands

T.O.P has a thing for being teased. While he’s a dom, his lover should be someone who doesn’t submit to him as such. He likes his lover to build the tension up, to attract his attention with their appearance and actions. It’s likely he will appreciate being flirted with subtly in public. His lover should be sophisticated and smart, not openly horny for him. They should slowly and gracefully turn T.O.P on, arouse him and tempt him. Once the tension is unbearable for T.O.P, he expects his lover to joyfully join in the heated and preferably loud love making, as the man likes to hear how well he’s doing.

Dirtiest Secret* - 6 of Cups

Not exactly a dirty secret but T.O.P is actually a family guy. He’s likely to make one fantastic father one day. And if he can’t be a father, he will be the coolest of all uncles. He cherishes the time spent with family and has a true gift in making babies calm and sleepy in his arms.

AHH! I can't with him! 🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

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[noonachronicles]

Messes We Made Pt. 1

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader & Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: language, smut, infidelity

Genre: Non-idol/AU. Sort of friends to lovers? Forbidden romance? lol I don't know.

A/N: 800 years ago I got an ask requesting this and now it's finally (the first part anyway) ready to be posted. I can not find the ask, but I think it was anonymous anyway. So if you asked for a y/n cheating on GD with TOP story like two years ago and you're still following me, this one's for you! Also I tried do do something different than I'm used to and as a consequence I'm not entirely confident and am worried everyone will hate this soooo... If anyone ends up liking it I'll keep going with the other parts, if not then, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

Jiyong’s fingers were wrapped around your neck. Tight but not enough to worry you. The look in his eyes had been feral since you’d walked into his office, like tonight more than any other night he had something to prove. Earlier on he’d literally torn the strap off your dress trying to expose your breasts but you didn’t think you could be too mad about it considering he’d been the one that bought the thing in the first place.

When he pulled out of the lip lock he’d had you in your lips were sore and swollen. He lifted his other hand from where it had been tucked between your thighs and you groaned lightly, feeling the loss of him. You took a look at him. His dress shirt had been pulled open, courtesy of you, and there were red lipstick splotches all over his chest. Also courtesy of you. You knew if you looked down at your own chest, the tops of your breasts would be peppered with splotches as well, from when he’d marked you with his mouth.

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for me.” He whispered against your skin.

Speechless and nearly breathless you turned around and laid your bare chest down against the cool mahogany. You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers move up the backs of your legs, dragging the skirt of your dress up your hips along with them. He hooked onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. As they dropped to your ankles you shivered at the feel of his teeth scraping against the skin of your ass.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He said as he stood up, and your face burned with a blush at his words.

And then, in a breath, he was buried inside of you and your hands gripped the edge of the desk to hold on for the ride. He’d assured you several times that there wasn’t anyone else left in the offices for the night and you hadn’t seen anyone else when you had walked through to his personal office earlier. Still you found yourself to be timid. Only allowing little moans of pleasure to escape through your lips despite the urge to be much more vocal, the way he knew you could be.

Jiyong was panting gruffly as his hips slammed into your ass. You could feel the wood of the desk digging into you but you didn’t complain. It felt good, he felt good. The sound of his cock moving inside of you grew wetter and sloppier with every thrust. All you could really do was stay where you were and let him take control which was perfectly okay with you. Your toes curled inside your high heels and you wanted to scream as he inched you closer to your climax.

“Come on, baby.” He urged, fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “Let go. Just give me what I want, let me hear you.”

“I can’t.” You gasped beneath him. “Not here.”

He stopped for a moment, removing himself from you, making you pout. Then he was lifting one of your legs up until it was resting on the desk and you were spread open for him.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Please? I love it so much.” he begged, “I love knowing how good I make you feel. I love knowing how much you want me.”

Pushing yourself up on your elbows you looked back at him. Sweat glistened across his chest, his face covered in desperation. You took a breath, your head focusing on his hands moving gently over your skin. Looking away you peered through the glass windows that looked out to the rest of the office. It looked okay. It looked fine. Dark, motionless, empty.

Turning back to Jiyong you smirked, “Okay. Do your worst.”

With a pleased smile he leaned over you, his lips at your ear he said, “No, I’m gonna give you my best.”

You let out a little gasp as his teeth tugged at your earlobe and he plunged back into you. This time you gave him what he wanted. Unrestrained cries of absolute passion. Sounds tore from your throat that you’d only ever let out in the privacy of the bedroom. He’d been right, somehow just the sound of your own pleasure made it better. Made it feel hotter and dirtier.

“Fuck! Jiyong, I'm so close.” You whined, ready for your orgasm.

You bit your lip hard, feeling him wrap his fist in your hair, knowing what he’d do next. Your back arched backwards as he pulled your head up by your hair.

“Are you whining?” He muttered against your stretched out neck, nipping at your salty skin. You shook your head and he pulled your hair a little harder. “And now you’re lying.”

“Please?” You begged.

He kissed your rouged cheek, “Only because I like you.”

Still pulling you against his chest with one hand he dropped the other between your legs. His fingers quickly found your clit as he proceeded with his aggressive thrusting. You reached your arms back until your hands dug into his hair and you tugged. Another cry ripped through your body as you hit your orgasm. Leaning back against his chest fully you opened your eyes as he kept going to meet his own finish.

Lifting your heavy gaze from the hardwood floor you caught sight of something you hadn’t expected. A pair of glistening black leather dress shoes. You didn’t scream or panic or make a move to cover yourself up. Your apathy could have been caused by several different factors.

It could have been that you were too worn out or too caught up in your slowly relenting orgasm. Or maybe it was because you didn’t even have to look past the shoes to know exactly who it was and you’d wanted him to see you. It could be argued you didn’t make a move because this wouldn’t have even been the first time you’d imagined him watching you.

Legs spread open with your pussy on display. You should have felt ashamed. Your dress was tugged down to your waist, showing off your breasts. Your skin was covered in a layer of sweat leaving a nice sheen, a glow. You should have been mortified. If it was anyone else you would have been.

Still in a daze your eyes followed up from the shiny shoes to the black dress pants that covered his long, slender legs. Your teeth dug into your lip. For a moment, while you drank him in like a refreshingly tall glass of chardonnay, you forgot Jiyong was even there. The shirt under his black blazer was a dark teal and you couldn’t help yourself but to think how flattering the color was on him. Truthfully every color looked good on him.

When you finally caught up to his face he met your gaze. He looked unmoved by the sight of you. Unimpressed. Unconcerned. It wasn’t until that moment that you began to feel truly self conscious. For you to be half naked before him, chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and for him to not react at all was a little ego shattering. You could feel Jiyong sputter to a finish and squirmed uncomfortably under his grip. He still had you by the hair.

Finally he let you go and you fell limp against the desk. When you pushed yourself up, Seunghyun was gone and you wondered if he had actually been there in the first place or if it was just your imagination again. With a sigh you stood up straight and tried to put your torn dress back on as best you could.

“Jiyong?” You said as you turned to look at him, and sat back against the desk. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment but kept his eyes on where he was fitting his belt back on. “Are you sure Seunghyun’s not here?”

“Baby, come on.” He sighed, finally looking up at you. “I told you a hundred times there’s no one else here. We’re fine. Seunghyun went home early today. He had a dinner he was going to.”

“Okay.” You said quietly, though still unconvinced it hadn’t really been him. When you imagined Seunghyun before it had never been during actual sex. It was only ever when you were alone. And he never looked at you the way he had tonight. It didn’t feel the same, it just didn’t sit right.

Jiyong leaned in and kissed your shoulder. The taste of your skin left him groaning and he kissed you again. “Are you hungry? Let’s get some dinner, I’m famished.”

You grabbed the dangling strap of your dress and whipped his arm with it playfully. “My dress is ruined, remember? I can’t go out like this.”

Gnawing gently on his bottom lip he took a look at you for a long moment and then the light turned on above his head. Jiyong reached beside you, pulling open a desk drawer and pulling out a pair of heavy silver scissors. You watched as he cut the torn strap from your dress completely and then he cut off the other strap as well so both sides matched before tossing the scissors and fabric onto the desk with a clunk.

“Beautiful. Let’s go.” He gripped your hand in his and tugged you from his office.

It wasn’t until you were standing in the elevator, waiting for the door to close that you noticed the obvious light coming from under Seunghyun’s office door. A light that definitely hadn’t been there earlier.

-

You and Jiyong had been together for about ten months. It felt like it had been barely any time at all and like it had been forever all at the same time. Forever because you’d never had a relationship last so long without it getting dull or toxic and having to bail. And it felt like no time at all when you compared it to all of your friends that had been getting married to partners they’d been with for years.

Things were good though. They were great even. You really loved being with Jiyong. You really loved Jiyong. He was funny and so caring. He’d do anything for you and had proven it many times already. There was just that one thing that always felt like it was in the way of perfection. The achilles heel of your relationship, one he didn’t even know about. The urge deep in your gut that drove you crazy. A desire to be with Seunghyun when you saw him. Every. Single. Time. You didn’t even fully understand where it came from which made it a difficult feeling to get rid of.

Though you’d met Jiyong the same day you'd met Seunghyun, technically you’d met Seunghyun first. You were a journalist for a top tier, finance centric, business magazine. It was not your dream. You couldn’t imagine that writing about business trends was anyone’s dream job but it was work. It was work that paid well and gave you opportunities you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere else. Mostly your job was to do interviews with the incredibly wealthy. You were to make them seem relatable and like their lives were attainable. That way people who had no chance of ever living the same experience would eat up the rest of the magazine content like a guidebook. Buy things they didn’t need, invest in things that would never actually pay off.

That day, when you’d met the guys, it was for work. You were there to meet with the co- CEO’s of what was still considered a startup company at only four years old. Albeit an incredibly successful startup company that was only growing in popularity among the finance community and young entrepreneurs.

Despite having been at your job for several years you still got nervous before an interview. These were incredibly wealthy people you were meeting with. People that had their hands in many different pots. People it would only benefit you to impress and to harbor relationships with. Despite your nerves or perhaps because of them you’d yet to truly embarrass yourself in front of anyone. You did your research beforehand. On both professional and personal levels you learned these people to the best of your ability.

Even still, prepared or not, before every interview you had a routine. You would go to the building early and sit in your car or go inside and find a restroom to hide in and hype yourself up. You’d remind yourself what a rockstar you were. You’d remind yourself that you had it, you were prepared, and everything was going to be great. Then you’d freshen up your lipstick, head out, and nail your interview.

The only problem this time was that when you strolled out of the bathroom, shoulders back and chin held high with absolute confidence, it was head first into Choi Seunghyun. Your interviewee, one of them anyway. You had slammed directly into his chest going full force. Both of you had stepped back from the impact to try and catch your footing. It wouldn’t have even been that bad if his assistant hadn’t been following behind him with a full cup of coffee. Your eyes blew wide open and you audibly gasped at the sound of the splashing liquid at his feet. His entire back and his assistant were drenched in a Colombian dark roast with three sugars. His eyes closed as he took a patient breath.

“I’m so sorry.” You trembled, all of your previous confidence destroyed.

When he looked at you, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen anyone so annoyed and angry in your entire life. His eyes pierced through you like daggers. His mouth was a tight, thin line across his face. His eyebrows were fierce and their sharp angle perfectly reflected his feelings towards you in that moment. It was then that all those facts you’d learned about him came flooding back into your mind.

Choi Seunghyun, to those he knew and who knew him well, was a great man. Friendly and funny. He was a jokester. He was caring. Charitable and thoughtful. To those who knew him well. And at that point, you did not. To those he didn’t know and did not know him he was honestly terrifying.

He didn’t like to be near strangers or touched by them. By many accounts he seemed to be so severe about it that there was a rumor he was a germaphobe. He gave off the impression that he was cold and hard. A face and disposition likened to granite. Rarely a smile to be seen outside of photos from personal events. Though he was fairly average in height, people always noted that he seemed to tower over you no matter how tall you were in comparison. Personally he intimidated you like you’d never been intimidated before. And in the same breath you’d never been so attracted to someone so instantly. You wanted to run but you also wished he would kiss you. Touch you. Acknowledge you.

He said absolutely nothing to you in return. He only turned on his heel and went into the men’s room. Followed quickly by his assistant who was buzzing around him like a panicked bee. When you saw him again later, you were sitting in the waiting area at the front of the office. He’d changed into a new, dry, suit and as he passed by you he glared at you in such a way that your stomach turned.

You hadn’t even been escorted to the meeting room yet and you already felt like the interview was tanked. You didn’t know how things could possibly improve. There was no way you could walk out of this interview feeling good about yourself. You were fully prepared for it to be painfully awkward, uncomfortable, and unsuccessful.

Then, like an absolute blessing, in walked Kwon Jiyong. A ray of hope in what was sure to have been an otherwise miserable experience. He’d come out to greet you personally. Apologizing for making you wait and explaining he’d been stuck on a teleconference call. He could have said anything to you in that moment and it wouldn’t have mattered. You’d been so mesmerized by the way he smiled at you. You’d never even met the man and yet he smiled at you like he’d been looking forward to seeing you all day. You were blushing almost immediately.

He was exactly as charming and charismatic as everyone said he was. A completely opposite persona than Seunghyun. Whether he knew them or had never met them in his life, people talked about what a pleasure it was to be in Jiyong’s presence. During your recon of the young CEOs you’d read so many stories about what a great guy Jiyong was that you’d become certain it was a lie. An over exaggeration. He was paying people to speak so kindly about him. There was no way, he couldn’t possibly be the treasure everyone made him out to be, but he was.

He saved your interview that day. He eased you out of your discomfort so well in such a short time that when Seunghyun joined the two of you in the conference room you felt fine. You weren’t tense or anxious at all. In fact you were perfect, a total rockstar, and you nailed it. You nailed it so hard that much to your surprise before you left as he walked you to the elevator, Jiyong asked, with a bold confidence that only he could pull off, if he could see you again.

Regardless of how things turned out that day. Regardless of how good Jiyong was to you and had been to you since that very first day, you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t rid yourself of the twisting feeling low in your belly that occurred every time you saw Seunghyun. You were better with it now, you had control of it. It didn’t bother you as much or leave you twisting in your seat in discomfort whenever he was around. But it was there. The urge to kiss him and touch him and be with him.

“You don’t have a thicker jacket?” Jiyong asked, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be cold, much colder than it is here.”

“No, mother.” You laughed, “This one will be just fine.”

He hummed, pressing his lips to yours, “Oh! You brought an extra charger cord?”

“Yes.” You groaned, fingers gripping his little hips. “It’s in my bag.”

“Because you have a real knack for breaking phone chargers when you go out of town.”

“Jiyong!”

“I know! I know.” He whined, “I just…I wish it was me taking you. I’m sorry it couldn’t be.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re a very busy, very important person.” You smirked, giving his pouty lips a kiss. “Though I do wish it was you too.”

“That’s totally fine, no offense taken.” Seunghyun sighed, leaning against the hood of the car. “I’m just standing right here. Bunch of ungrateful…”

“Thank you, Tabi!” Jiyong smiled over at his friend, “If it can’t be me, I’m grateful it’s you. At least I know she’s in good hands.”

“Oh my god! You make it sound like I’m headed off to war.” You growled, “Seunghyun, tell him we have to go. Tell him it’s only a couple hours. I keep trying but he won’t listen.”

“Ji,” he laughed, “This will be quick and painless. I’ll have your precious cargo back before your head hits the pillow tonight.”

With a final sigh Jiyong pulled you into a tight embrace. “I love you. And I’m gonna miss you. And you’re going to be amazing. My beautiful rockstar.”

“I love you too.” You nuzzled into the comfort of him. “We’ll be back tonight. I’ll probably be home before you get back from your dinner. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“That’s not true, I notice” he pulled away reluctantly and opened the car door for you, “but, go. Be safe.”

-

It had already been a couple months since the incident at the office and much like your apparently insatiable desire for Seunghyun you had shoved the memory somewhere deep and mostly forgotten inside of you. It was necessary if you were going to stay sane. The two of you saw too much of each other. You’d become too close to let fruitless urges get in the way of one of your most important friendships.

Seunghyun hadn’t said a word about it to you, despite having countless opportunities, and neither did you. You also didn’t mention it to Jiyong. You hadn’t actually said a word about that night to anyone. So everything just stayed exactly as it was before. Jiyong was your doting boyfriend and Seunghyun was your good friend.

And that was true, he was very much your friend. Spending time with Jiyong often meant spending time with Seunghyun because they were always together. They’d been best friends before starting the company and they were determined to keep it that way. So while a lot of the time the three of you spent together was centered around business, a lot more of it was just the two of them being idiots together.

From not knowing him at all, and ruining his thousand dollar suit, you became one of those lucky people that he knew and who knew him well. In fact you’d become quick, close friends. Which was why, when you needed to take a trip to the mountains for an interview and Jiyong was busy hosting a possible new business associate, Seunghyun offered to drive you in place of him. You could have gone on your own, you were perfectly capable but your boys wouldn’t hear it. So that Friday morning, under a clear blue sky, you were headed up north.

“You know you’ve met him, right?” Seunghyun asked, side eyeing you as you frantically flipped through the papers on your lap.

“Huh?”

“Kihyun, you already met him. You don’t have to be so anxious, it’s gonna be fine.”

Looking up and out at the road ahead you realized you were well out of the city limits and must have been for sometime. Which meant you were also a terrible driving partner if he’d driven that far with you barely saying a word. You’d just been so focused on learning everything you could about the man you were about to interview. For a moment you tried to remember if you had actually met him and then shook your head.

“I don’t think I have.” You looked over at Seunghyun who only raised his eyebrows from under his sunglasses, a smug little smile on his face. “I have?”

“He was at the launch party we had over the summer. The rooftop pool party one. Not the prohibition themed night club one.”

You tried to think back. Jiyong had brought you to a hundred events during the summer, it felt like. The two of you were just announcing your relationship officially, and he wanted you by his side constantly to show you off. Rooftop pool party launch…That would have been the time Seunghyun wore a pair of board shorts. At that point you’d still rarely seen him outside of work events which meant never seeing him out of dress pants and you’d almost gone completely feral seeing him look even slightly more casual than normal. If you’d met Kihyun that day you were fairly certain you wouldn’t have been paying attention.

“You’re probably right, but I don’t remember.” You shrugged.

“How could you have forgotten?” Seunghyun laughed, “He threw the ice sculpture of a dolphin in the pool and tried to ride it before it melted. He had frostbite on his thighs.”

“Oh. OH!” You chuckled as the memory came back. “Yes, okay. You’re right. I met him. Rich people…you guys are so weird.”

“Excuse me? ‘You guys’?” He tried his best to sound offended. “I’m normal, okay! I would never do anything like that.”

“Two words, Choi.” You scoffed, “Barcelona. Weekend.”

He was quiet for a second and then laughed, “That's fair. In my defense though we were already three vineyards in and I was pretty buzzed.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Pretty buzzed? You were absolutely hammered. You were so far gone by vineyard number two that you bought number three on sight.”

“Anyway! If I’m remembering correctly it was your boyfriend who initially crashed that wedding! I was just following along as support. Someone has to have that guy’s back and it seems it’s my burden.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, looking back down at your file, wanting to absorb a few more useful details. “This is a really nice house, but I could never live that far from the city.”

“Oh, Kihyun doesn’t live there full time. It’s more like a weekend cabin. He has a gorgeous penthouse downtown.”

“A weekend cabin?” You asked, staring back down at the picture, “There’s a helipad.”

“Yeah, in case he doesn’t feel like taking the drive. It’s smart.”

“Rich people.” You muttered.

Flipping the folder closed and tucking it into your bag you finally leaned back in your seat. Seunghyun hit the button on the steering wheel that turned up the radio and the two of you enjoyed the rest of the scenic drive up the mountain together.

-

Kihyun was just as eccentric as you could have imagined. You were glad to have Seunghyun there with you as a buffer because at several points he’d just become too much. His home was insane. Gorgeous, yes, but insane. For the interview he walked the two of you around on a tour as you asked him about his newest investments and his most recent business venture, an app called Pigeon that used drones for a delivery service.

You tried to remain on point and professional, even as he showed you the bowling alley, movie theater, and both the indoor and outdoor pools. There were horse stables, a golf course, and a racetrack with several cars on hand for racing. At each new turn you shared a look with Seunghyun who continuously bit his lip to keep from laughing at your complete disbelief. Halfway through the interview you all had a lovely lunch prepared by Kihyun’s professional, personal chef. It was an experience to say the least and you had enough content to write about to last you an entire spread and then some.

When you and Seunghyun finally got back into the car the sky had gone pretty dark with clouds and it was beginning to rain. You felt nerves of anxiety building in your stomach but Seunghyun assured you that he could still make it home in no time. Unfortunately, he’d been wrong. Only an hour into the four hour drive home it had become so dark and the rain so heavy that he had to pull the car over on the side of the road for fear of crashing from low visibility.

As you waited for a break in the storm to keep going you made a quick call to an incredibly concerned Jiyong. He said he’d heard about the incoming storm on the news. He told you it was expected to last for several more hours and would continue to be just as unrelenting. There was a moment when the rain was coming down hard but at least not in sheets and Seunghyun pulled back onto the road. After several promises to call him back as soon as you knew what your plan was, and reminders to him that he was supposed to be having drinks with potential business partners, Jiyong let you off the phone.

It wasn’t much longer until the rain picked up and became too heavy once more. Luckily Seunghyun had found a place to stop, hopefully for the night, before the hail started. It was hard to decipher exactly what you’d pulled into. Some sort of tiny town. There was a building that looked like a hotel, several dark, small private looking homes lined the property, and there was even a brightly lit store. As you walked past it to get to the hotel you peeked inside to see what looked like half a grocery store and half a souvenir shop.

By the time you’d walked from the parking lot to the hotel lobby, both of you were completely drenched from the rain. You shivered in your cold, wet outfit as you followed Seunghyun up to the desk. You hoped and prayed that they’d have some place for you to stay the night.

“Welcome to Valley Village Inn and Resort!” The woman at the desk smiled cheerfully. “How can I help you this evening?”

“Well we were hoping you might have a couple of rooms available.”

“Oooh.” the look on her face was already apologetic, “No reservation, huh?”

“No, we thought we’d make it back to the city by tonight but got a little held up.” He explained, gesturing outside, “The storm is just too much for us to try and get any further.”

“Hmm, I know for sure we don’t have two rooms but let me see what I can find.”

Seunghyun looked over his shoulder at you and gave a hopeful smile. You sighed, not feeling too lucky. He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“We’re gonna be okay.” He mouthed.

“We might be in luck.” the woman said brightly after a couple minutes, “We did have one cancellation due to the storm. It’s not a room, it would be one of our cabin suites which does run a little pricier, unfortunately. It’s a one bedroom with a kitchenette, living room, and a hot tub on the balcony that overlooks the valley. It will be just absolutely beautiful in the morning with the clear skies and nice cup of coffee or tea. So romantic”.

“Is there a couch in the living room?” Seunghyun asked, ignoring her comment about it being romantic. “Is it a pullout?”

“No but the bed is a king so it should fit you both just…oh.” She said with realization. “You’re not a couple, are you?”

“No.”

“Well, I could always see if we have anyone available that could bring you a cot to the room?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Seunghyun shook his head, figuring if someone had to drag a cot to the cabin it would be too soaked through to use anyway. You could tell he was getting uncomfortable and frustrated. He didn’t want to take it out on her though, it wasn’t her fault. “We can figure it out. We’ll take the room.”

You sighed when he dropped his credit card on the desk, “I’ll pay you back.”

He looked over at you with a scowl, “Don’t insult me.”

“Fine. But I’m going to buy you one of those wine glasses from the convenience store we passed.” You joked.

“Oh, yes!” The concierge said suddenly as she stapled several papers together before handing them over to Seunghyun with his card. “Please stop in our Village Shop before heading to your room. The kitchen was closed about an hour ago so we don’t have room service currently, but if you’re hungry there is food in the shop. They have different snacks and some gourmet coffee for the morning. And some great souvenirs! The postcards are my absolute favorite.”

“Well.” Seunghyun grinned and threw his arm over your shoulder, “I just have to see these postcards.”

You thanked the concierge for her help and the two of you made your way back out into the rain. When you reached the convenience store both of you quickly realized how hungry you were and how reckless it was to shop on an empty stomach. You spent an absurd amount of money on silly gifts that you didn’t really need and food you were unlikely to eat in the short amount of time you intended on being there. When you were both done buying out half of the shop, Seunghyun drove the car around to the cabin you'd be staying in. One of the private looking homes you’d spotted earlier. Then, avoiding the rain as much as you could, you carried in about six bags each.

It was exactly as the sweet girl at the front desk had said it would be. A romantic little cabin suite that would have been ideal for a couple to share a weekend away. You tried not to think too much about it. Seunghyun impressed you greatly by making quick work of the fireplace. He had it going, with the living area half heated by the time you’d finished putting away all the perishable foods you’d grabbed from the shop.

When you were done in the kitchen you made your way into the living room where he was checking everything out, including the rain outside the panned glass door that was not stopping.

“Okay, Choi, “ you said, sitting down on the carpet in the living room, pulling the rest of your bags in front of you. “Let’s see what you got.”

“Wine.” He said simply, placing his bags on the coffee table.

“Seriously?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “Six bags and nothing but wine?”

“Basically.”

“Well, I did get some things to cook for breakfast but nothing to cure a hangover. So we may be in trouble.”

Seunghyun only laughed and you watched a little wide eyed as he peeled off his drenched blazer and tossed it to the side. It hit the wood floor with a heavy splat. When he started to unbutton his soaked through dress shirt you looked away though you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander back.

Seunghyun was always such a…private person. Even in situations where it would be natural to be less clothed and more casual. Pool party events for the company or on group trips to the beach, he always kept himself so covered up. It was rare for most people to ever see him out of a three piece suit. You were lucky to have many experiences with the jeans and T-shirt version of him. You’d never seen him shirtless though, and the possibility of seeing it brought your curiosity levels into overload.

You wanted to be as respectful as possible while still feeding your curiosity. It was unlikely you’d get a chance like this again any time soon. Shuffling through the things in the bag on your lap you peeked at him through your peripherals. Your jaw dropped slightly as you watched him toss the wet, white shirt on top of his blazer. Seunghyun was gorgeous.

“I got a cheap, scratchy pajama set too. Really looking forward to it.” He muttered sarcastically, reaching over the table with his long toned arms and into one of his bags.

You looked over at him, figuring it was okay since he’d acknowledged you first. It took everything you had not to audibly gasp at the treat he’d been hiding underneath it all. He was impossibly beautiful and he looked so warm. All you could think about was being wrapped up in him. You never imagined he’d be so muscular and broad, he always looked so lanky under his clothes.

“Sexy noodle man.” You muttered under your breath.

“What?”

You looked up at his face wide eyed, not realizing you’d made your ridiculous comment out loud. “Huh?”

“I thought you said something.” He said as he pulled the shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it over his bronze chest.

“Looks a little tight.” You said clearing your throat.

“It was the biggest size they had.” He groaned, “Happens all the time. This is why I always wear my suits. Can’t get a wrong fit with custom tailored.”

“You wear custom tailored pajamas to bed?”

He grinned as he unbuttoned the too tight top. “Who says I wear anything to bed?”

Your face flushed completely and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I…uh-“

“I’m joking. It’s a joke.”

“Yeah, no, it was funny.” You said with a huff of a laugh, “I laughed, didn’t I laugh?”

“I must have missed it.” He winked.

“Um, well. Here.” You reached into several of your bags looking for the right one before you found it. Pulling out a folded up grey shirt, with Valley Village Inn and Resort screen printed on the front in forest green, you lifted it up to him. “I bought it to sleep in so it's super oversized. It should fit you better than the button up at least.”

“You sure?” He asked, holding out the shirt to take a look at the size. “What’ll you wear?”

“I bought a sweater as a silly gift for Ji. I can just wear that with the shorts I got to go with the shirt.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

You watched as he pulled the shirt over his head. It looked good on him, much more comfortable. Then you watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine from one of his bags and brought it to the kitchen.

“Well I guess it would be more appropriate for me to change out of my pants in the bathroom then in here with you.” he mentioned, searching the drawers for a bottle opener.

“I-uh,” you sputtered out your words, “Yes. Um. I’m actually gonna go change in the room and call Jiyong with the update.”

“Good idea. It’s been more than ten minutes, he’s probably in the middle of a hysterical anxiety attack.”

“Be nice.” You said quietly as you thought about your boyfriend, “Some women are stuck with men that wouldn’t even notice if they were missing for a week. I’m lucky he cares about me so much.”

“That’s true. Tell him I said I’m sorry for lying and I’ll have you back as soon as I can.” He said, popping open the wine, “I’ll put together some sandwiches for dinner.”

As quickly as you could you grabbed the sweater and the pair of plaid pajama shorts you’d bought to sleep in and moved to the bedroom where you clicked the door shut behind you. In the room you took a half a dozen deep breaths to try and pull yourself together. Seunghyun was just being friendly and flirty like he always was. And your brain was ready to take it too far.

Once you’d discarded your wet clothes and adorned your new outfit you sat on the bed with your phone in hand.

“Thank god you’re okay!” Jiyongs voice came over the line almost as soon as you hit the green button to call him. “You are okay, aren’t you?”

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” you chuckled, “ Seunghyun actually found us a pretty nice place to stay for the evening. We’ll start heading back in the morning after the storm passes and we’ve gotten some sleep.”

“This sucks.” you could hear the sound of his bed groaning beneath him.

“Have you eaten yet?” You frowned. “You can’t go to bed if you haven’t had something for dinner. Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you don’t have to take care of yourself.”

“I love you too.” The smile in his tone was clear. Jiyong was always giving you the impression no one had cared for him like you did or let him care for them the way he liked to with you. “And I promise I’ll eat something before I go to sleep. It’s been a long day of worrying, I just wanted to rest for a minute.”

“How was drinks?”

He groaned with more enthusiasm than his mattress, not really wanting to talk about it, not really caring. “It was work. It was fine. They accepted the proposal. Legal is looking over it now and they’ll sign the paperwork on Monday.”

“Baby, that’s so great!” He only hummed across the line, “So why do you sound miserable.”

“I miss you. You’re one of my best friends, you know that? I just get so bored when you’re not around. And the bed is so big and empty, I can’t sleep without you...” he complained.

“It’s only one night.” You laughed. “How did you manage to survive before me?”

“I’m not sure I even existed before you. Not the way I do now.”

You blushed as you leaned back against the pillows. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“So sweet. So romantic, and caring. And cheesy, god you’re so cheesy.” Sighing you tried to picture how handsome he would look like right now. “And perfect.”

He laughed at that. A big belly laugh like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. You could perfectly picture his gleaming, gummy smile brightening the whole room.

“I’m not perfect. I’m only like this because it’s you.” He admitted, “And that’s not just a line. I’ve never been like this with anyone. You can ask all my exes. I’m pretty sure they’ll all say the same thing. I was an absentee boyfriend that was never around and only cared about himself and his work.”

“Impossible. There’s no way that was you.”

“It is. I know because it’s what they all yelled in my face when they broke up with me.” Jiyong laughed but not in the same way he had before. This was sadder.

“Then what? You met me and your whole world changed and you became the man you were always meant to be?” You joked.

“Yep. That’s exactly what happened.” In contrast there wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone. “The moment I saw you sitting in our offices, I knew I had to know you. And every new thing I learn about you, that makes me love you more, is just proof that I was right.”

“I love you.” You sighed desperately into the phone. “Go eat, okay?”

“Okay. You eat too, I know you haven’t since lunch.” The sound of the bed moving beneath him made you smile, knowing he really would take care of himself. “Call me in the morning before you guys hit the road. I love you, y/n, good night.”

“Good night.”

When the call ended you were a little pouty but you plugged your phone in to charge and went to join Seunghyun in the kitchen, except he wasn’t there. It didn’t take you but a moment to find him. The light colored shirt you’d let him borrow was bright in the pitchblack dark of the sky and you could see him pacing the balcony. The orange cherry of his cigarette was clear too as it moved from his mouth to his hip and then back again as he paced so you didn’t even have to wonder why he was outside in the cold. There were two glasses of wine on the table and two surprisingly delicious looking sandwiches considering where it’s components came from. You sat down at one of the seats and waited, but not too long.

“These look great.” you smiled over at him as he clicked the door shut behind him and shivered.

“It’s the bread. Good bread can make a sandwich and they had surpassingly good bread in that little shop.” He shrugged, taking the seat across from you. “The wine has been aerating for a bit, it won’t make that much of a difference in the quality but if you give it a good swirl it should taste just fine.”

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

The room was quiet around you as the two of you ate, just the subtle crackling coming from the fireplace and the occasional roll of thunder outside from the storm. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence with Seunghyun was never uncomfortable. He’d even finished before you and sat quietly, patiently, sipping his wine as you polished off the last of your sandwich. When you were done he cleaned up the plates and brought them to the kitchen before bringing over a new bottle of wine.

“There’s games.” he said almost too casually, as he stood in front of the chair he’d been sitting in previously. “If you want to play. Just seems a little too early for bed.”

You’d agreed and the two of you moved over to the coffee table. Drinking through another bottle and a half of wine you played a couple rounds of UNO, and three rounds of checkers. Growing tired and a little drunk, you had started playing through the slowest round of slap jack in the history of the game. Both of you were sitting on the couch. Seunghyun with his legs up on the coffee table and you turned towards him, cross-legged, as you played on the cushion between the two of you. Enough time had passed and you had enough wine in your system that you couldn’t hold in your thoughts as well as you should have.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, the nervousness clear on your face, as you dropped another king card down on the pile.

“Sure.” He put down the two of hearts.

“A couple of months ago...” You hesitated, “You were there, weren’t you? In the office that night?”

“Oh.” Unable to look at you he looked down at the pile of cards, embarrassed. “I was. Yeah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to mention it. Honestly, I hoped you hadn’t seen me.”

“I want you to know I would have never done it if I’d known anyone was there.” You gulped, as he leaned forward and grabbed his wine, “I’m so sorry, Tabi. I would never do anything to make things weird between us. I would have absolutely never done that if I’d known you were there. Jiyong was so certain we were alone.”

“I’m sure he was.” He scoffed into his glass. “I’ve known Ji for a long time now, it’s not the first time that’s happened. He loves to rub salt in the wound. Anyway, don’t worry about it. It’s old news.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, confused by his statement. “You think he did it on purpose?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he said and put down a jack card without even realizing it.

You placed your hand down on the pile and pulled it towards yourself. “I’m still sorry.”

“Forget it. Seriously.” He said and pushed himself off the couch, dropping his remaining cards on the cushion. “Let’s do something else.”

Grabbing his cards you shuffled them in with the pile in your hand and then dropped them on the coffee table before grabbing your drink to finish off the inch left in your glass. Then you leaned back against the couch and watched Seunghyun move around, looking at the shelves. Books, games, music, and even little trinkets. It made the cabin feel more like a cozy home than an unpersonalized hotel room. He moved over to the ancient walnut stand up radio in the corner and messed with the knobs until there was a crackling from the speakers and then music filled the room.

“Does it ever bother you that people think we’re together because we’re so close?” Seunghyun asked, not even turning to look at you, just keeping his eye on the radio.

“No,” you grinned as you thought about it.

It was true, people were always misinterpreting your relationship with Seunghyun. Even since the beginning you were very close with him. The three of you went to events together so often that people made suggestions about you being a thrupple. And Jiyong was such a social butterfly that he’d leave you and Seunghyun to entertain one another. There had been so many pictures of just the two of you that people weren’t sure who was dating who.

You’d always suspected it was a big part of why Jiyong had wanted to make the two of you official so quickly. Jiyong had been with a number of women, you’d read about all of them in your research of him, but he never referred to them as his girlfriends. Not publicly anyway. That’s why it had surprised you when he asked if you would be comfortable with him telling people about you after just a couple of months.

“I think it’s funny.” you continued, “Ji hates it. He loathes it. Always correcting people, and calling magazines for redactions.”

“Pretty soon he won’t want you talking to me.”

“That’ll be really sad for him, because it’s never happening.” You shrugged. “You’re just as much my friend as you are his.”

“I know.” Finally he stood up and turned towards you, leaning back against the radio.

“Do you want to know something funny?” You asked with a blush that was half from the wine and half from the embarrassing confession hanging off your tongue.

“Always.”

“When we first met I had a thing for you. A big thing. Huge, actually.” You admitted. “I hoped for a long time that it was gonna be me and you. Not me and Jiyong.”

“You never said anything.” He pouted thoughtfully, “You didn’t even really start talking to me until you and Jiyong made it official. Not anything deep anyway, not the way we talk now.”

“I don’t know if you know this Tabi, but you tend to be very…intimidating.” You laughed but neither of you really thought it was funny. “I was scared. I just wanted you to like me so bad that I could barely talk to you. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or make you hate me any more than I already assumed you did. So I said nothing and then Ji and I got together and all the pressure was gone and I wasn't nervous around you anymore.”

“I liked you.” He confessed, “That first interview. I thought you were beautiful and you were funny…smart. I liked you so much.”

“I thought you hated me.” You said with another huff of a laugh at the irony. “Especially because of the coffee.”

“No, I didn’t give a shit about the coffee. I just,” he sighed, “I’ve been burned really bad before. It takes a lot for me to trust people, to open up to them. I- I always move too slow.”

“Imagine if either one of us was any good at communication.” you muttered sourly.

“Sure, we’d be great but, you’re happy now.” he said pushing himself forward, “Aren’t you? You and Ji, you guys always seem happy.”

“We are!” you said suddenly, “I don’t know why I said it like that. I'm very happy. I love Jiyong, please don’t get me wrong. It’s not what I meant. I just wonder sometimes.”

With a soft sigh he held out his hand and you grabbed it with no question. He pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist, moving you slowly across the open floor in a slow dance to the music.

“If you’re happy then there’s really no need to wonder about it.” he was quiet, “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

You fit so differently in Seunghyun’s arms than you did in Jiyong’s. You knew that already. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had danced. It wasn’t the first time he’d held you. Even still you couldn’t help but think about it every time you found yourself in his arms. In many ways it was the same. It was warm and you felt safe and you felt inexplicably cared for and loved. But Seunghyun’s heat was different from Jiyong’s. It was somehow always intentional.

Sometimes with Jiyong he could touch you and you would find yourself in an immediate frenzy. You could just look at him and he would look at you and both of you would just know you were sharing a need to be together. Other times it was a subtle, lazy warmth that moved over you slowly. His skin would press against yours in a hug or he hold your hand, or your legs would bump together under the sheets as you tucked in for bed and you didn’t need anything else. It was so comfortable, you could just enjoy the radiating warmth of his body against yours. Like sitting out by a bonfire at the beach.

With Seunghyun the heat was always the same, it was like being engulfed in flames. Even if you didn’t say anything or look at each other there was an unspoken desire pulsing through your body into his and back again. Feeding off one another until it was just a raging forest fire. You used to think it was just you but after his confession you couldn’t help but wonder if it had really been both of you all along.

“Can I ask you something else?” You asked quietly, head resting on his shoulder as the two of you swayed.

“Go ahead.”

“When you saw me, when I was naked, you looked,” you sighed, “bored? Like I wasn’t anything special. I guess I was just wondering, do you think I’m ugly?”

Seunghyun scoffed in disbelief but he didn’t respond right away. The two of you kept dancing and after a moment he asked, “How would you have wanted me to react? I’d caught one of my very best friends fucking his girlfriend, who also happens to be a very good friend, over his desk in the office we do business. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. I just…I thought it would be different.”

“What do you want from me?” He asked, finally getting to the question he’d been most curious about. “What can I do to make you feel better about yourself? Do you want to hear how fucking gorgeous I think you are? That I think about you constantly and have since well before that night? That I can barely close my eyes now without seeing the face you make when you cum. Do you want me to wish you were with me instead of him? Do you want me to wish that it was me fucking you? Should I confess how I’m in love with you and it makes me feel pathetic every single day? It won’t change anything. Trust me, I've been wishing for those things for almost a year now. It doesn’t make a difference.”

The two of you had stopped dancing but he was still holding you and you still held onto him. You didn’t know what to say. It was like he’d confessed all the things you’d wished you’d heard from him, but there still wasn’t anything to be done about it because he said them far too late.

“Yes.” You admitted, “Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

He finally stepped back then and looked down at you, “That’s fucked up, y/n.”

You nodded in agreement, “I know. You wake up and feel pathetic for wanting to be with me? I wake up almost every day feeling like absolute shit. I feel disgusted with myself all the time. I can’t stop. I try, I’ll be okay, and then I see you and I just…sometimes it feels like you want me too. And when it happens I can’t help but want you in ways that I should never even think about.”

Despite the conversation neither of you had let the other go. Seunghyun’s arms were so steadily around you that you were certain he had no immediate intention of letting you go at all. The thought had you terrified and excited all at once. And then quickly sick to your stomach because you knew it was wrong. All of this was wrong.

“I flirt with you.” Seunghyun confessed quietly after a minute had passed.

“What?”

“I flirt with you. Sometimes I flirt with you and I can see it on your face. Like you’re unsure if what you think I’m doing is what I’m doing. It is.” His fingers moved over your hip and you were overly aware of them, “The little touches here and there. The things I say that teeter over into inappropriate. The looks I give you that make you rub your thighs together.”

“Why?”your heart was racing faster with every word.

“Because I’m an asshole and I want you.” He whispered. He leaned down, his lips brushing soft against your temple as he spoke. “I want you to want me back. I want to give you that feeling deep in your gut that makes you feel like you’ll never be truly satisfied until you’ve had a taste of me because that’s the feeling I get every time I look at you.”

You felt faint in his arms. Weak in the knees as he told you all the words you’d been waiting to hear for the last ten months. Here it was, being handed to you on a silver platter and all you could think about was how badly what was happening right now would hurt Jiyong.

“Fuck.” you muttered as you stared at the gulp that moved down Seunghyun’s throat.

“Let me kiss you.” He said dropping down just a little further. He was right there, this was it.

But you shook your head and stepped back, finally collecting the strength. Finally, when you should have done it minutes ago. Finally, when it should have been much easier for you to walk away.

“I can’t.”

“I know”.

“I’m so sorry. I feel like this is my fault. I feel like I led you on. And I swear I didn’t mean to. And I swear if it was anyone other than Ji… But I really love him.”

“It’s okay.” He assured you, “I get it. I love him too.”

Seunghyun finally dropped his arms from your body and moved over to the counter, you watched as he swallowed down the rest of the last opened bottle of wine. He didn’t look back at you and you were pretty grateful to him for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” You said quietly, “It’s been a really long night.”

“Sleep well.” Seunghyun nodded, and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He still didn’t look at you as he turned and went to the balcony.

In the bedroom you laid on your back in the dark and stared up at the ceiling. At some point you’d heard Seunghyun come back in from the balcony. And you heard him move around the living room of the cabin. He used the restroom and then finally settled. You assumed he was on the couch, maybe trying to sleep. Maybe thinking about you.

Avoiding thinking about what had happened you tried to decide whether or not you liked the exposed beams aesthetic of the cabin. You thought about what the natural wood ceiling would look like painted cream or even a slate gray. You thought about the faded, floral bedding and wished it was a solid white or even a nice flannel pattern. When you had completely redecorated the room in your head you tried to focus on the sounds outside. The storm raged on for at least another hour before the pounding sound of rain softened to something else. Calming.

You were about to finally close your eyes and sleep but instead you sat up with a sigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed you turned on the bedside lamp. You couldn’t sleep knowing things were so strained between you and Seunghyun. You pushed yourself off the mattress and went over to the door. When you opened it you could see his lengthy body struggle to get comfortable on the couch that was far too small for him to be sleeping on.

“Why don’t you just come and sleep on the bed?” you asked.

He turned to look at you as if he was surprised, as if he hadn’t noticed the stream of light from the bedroom door slicing through the living room.

“Oh, no I’m okay.”

“Don’t be stupid, Seunghyun. We’re two grown adults. Surely we can share a bed together.” you rolled your eyes and moved back to the bed, leaving the door open.

You tucked yourself under the blanket and waited for him to come in. It felt like it was taking a lifetime but he finally came into the room and walked around to the other side of the bed. When he slipped under the blankets you leaned over and turned off the light.

“Are we okay? Or what?” You asked into the dark. “I can’t stand for things to be weird between us.”

“We’re okay.”

You didn’t know why hearing his voice had surprised you the way it did. You’d asked him a question of course he was bound to answer. Still his voice was so deep and smooth that made the hair on your arms stand straight up.

“Everything can just go back to normal then?” You gulped.

“If it’s what you want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your body towards his.

“I don’t know how to say it any clearer. If you want everything to go back to normal then everything will go back to normal.”

“It kind of gives off the impression that I have any other option. It makes me think you might not want it to.”

He was staring up at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his stomach. After a few seconds he sighed and said, “It doesn’t really matter what I want.”

“Yes it does. Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He said with a sense of finality. “For you there is only one option. The option is to go back to how it was before and forget everything either of us confessed.”

“Seunghyun.”

“Go to bed, Y/n. I’ll get over it. Everything will be just like you want it to be.”

You didn’t move to lie on your back. You stayed facing Seunghyun. The whole conversation played through your head over and over. It was supposed to have cleared things up but only left you feeling even more confused than before. What was he telling you? That he wanted you to be with him instead of Jiyong? He wanted you to be with him despite Jiyong?

At some point Seunghyun turned towards you, he was still wide awake too. It was only the silhouette of him in front of you, but you couldn’t look away. Every once in a while the storm clouds would clear up enough that the room filled with the soft glow of the moon. In those moments you could see his face and he could see yours. The two of you would just stare at one another until another cloud would smother the light.

A long while passed, maybe an entire hour, and that’s how you stayed. Both of you. Neither looking away, neither of you actually going to sleep. The air felt so thick with feelings and unspoken words. Conversations you knew you shouldn’t and couldn’t have with him despite how much you’d wanted to.

Not entirely sure what his plan was, Seunghyun moved his hand across the mattress. He stopped it about halfway between the two of you and waited. He wanted to give you the choice. The decision was yours to take it further or leave it like it was. After a minute you moved your hand to his and watched his hand take yours over. His fingers slipping between your fingers. His skin was so soft and warm against yours.

Your heart was pounding in your head and in your ears so hard you couldn't hear your thoughts. Not really sure what you were doing or what it would mean, you looked up from your linked hands to Seunghyun and waited until his eyes met yours.

“Kiss me.”

His body already made a move to be closer to you before he was able to get out, “Are you sure?”

You nodded and leaned yourself forward to be closer to him as well. He lifted his hand up and curled his fingers around the base of your neck. He stayed still for a moment. His forehead pressed against yours, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. One last minute reminder that once this was done he couldn’t take it back.

Then there it was. His lips against yours. The first one was just a taste. A little test to see how you both felt about it. Both of your mouths still tasted like wine. Your eyes were closed and you were immediately ready for this to last much longer. The little expectant noise that left your lips let him know as much. With little effort your body was pressed against his and your hand was moving over his hip.

He kept his hand cradling your head as he pressed his lips to yours again, harder. Your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip, pulling him back in everytime he pulled away. His wet pink tongue brushed along your lip and you opened your mouth for him. It should have concerned you then, just how willing you were to give him everything.

You couldn’t be sure how long the kiss actually lasted but when he finally pulled away for good both of you were panting lightly, a little breathless. He hovered over you for another moment, long enough to push a few of your hairs back into place and to leave a sweet kiss against your forehead with his swollen lips. Then he laid down beside you. On his back, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of you said anything after that, you just went to sleep.

-

A phone ringing woke you up. It wasn’t your cell phone though it was a regular old phone which left you feeling a little confused and displaced. The room you were in was bright and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet. Then you heard Seunghyun answer the phone and realized where you were. Very soon after you remembered what you’d done. Your eyes flew open and you sat up on the bed. The door to the bedroom was closed but you could hear Seunghyun pacing along the creaky floorboards. Getting out of the bed you snuck over to the door to listen to what he was saying.

“Okay, well what does that mean for us?” He asked and waited, “Is there a time frame?…That’s a joke you must be joking... Why is there only one?? Doesn’t anyone have a fucking snow shovel or something to dig us out?…No, I apologize, I know it’s not your fault. Surely, you can understand where my frustration is coming from? This wasn’t a planned trip for us we intended on going home today….Right. Right. I get it. I appreciate the generosity.”

As he kept talking you walked over to the sliding glass door that opened to the patio and pulled the white curtain back. Your mouth fell open at the sight. At some point during the night the rain turned to snow. Outside there was nothing visible but a blanket of pure white snow covering everything. It sparkled under the sunlight. With a shiver you pulled the curtain back into place.

When you got back to the door the living room was quiet. It sounded like the call was over. Keeping the sweater you were wearing on, you pulled on your jeans from the day before. Thinking ahead you’d laid them out by the heater so they were dry and warm. When you opened the door to the living room Seunghyun was making his way back in from the deck having just finished a quick cigarette.

“Hey.” You offered quietly as he looked over at you.

“Hey.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “There’s coffee.”

“Cool.”

You made your way to the kitchen and found a mug. Looking up into the living room you watched Seunghyun stand in front of the bookshelf awkwardly, pretending to read the titles of the books it had to offer. Moving around the corner you stood uncomfortably as well, not sure what you should say or if you should say anything at all.

“Um.” You finally cleared your throat, “I should call Jiyong. When should I say we’ll be heading home?”

Seunghyun nodded. “Yeah, um, that’s a…that’s currently an unanswerable question.”

You just looked at him, not sure what he was talking about. He walked over to the front door of the cabin and opened it wide to show a wall of snow.

“Don’t panic or anything.” He said closing the door. “There are people coming to help clear out the snow so that we’re not trapped. However… those people are waiting for the roads to be cleared because they are blocked with snow.”

“Okay.”

“And there’s only one snowplow up here. The nice woman at the front desk has advised us to sit back and relax because it’s going to be a while. It might not be until tomorrow morning until they get to us. Plus side is that we won’t be charged for however much longer we’re stuck in the room.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly. “We’re stuck here until tomorrow?”

Seunghyun nodded slowly, “We have enough coffee and food to last us. Looks like our past impulsive shopping selves really saved us there.”

“I mean…” you sighed, “What can we really do?”

“Exactly.”

“I’m gonna call Jiyong.” You said again.

Seunghyun nodded and sat down at the dining table with his coffee. You went back into the room to grab your phone and then slipped on your shoes before going out onto the covered deck.

“Hey baby.” His voice was somber as soon as he answered and you assumed Seunghyun had already given him the news.

“Hi.” You attempted something cheery but it felt too fake.

“Tabi texted me about the situation.”

“I figured he had by how miserable you sound right now.”

“Unhhhh,” he groaned, “I really don’t like this.”

“Me neither.”

Jiyong sighed, defeated by the situation, “I swear I’m ready to hire a snow plow for an hour just to get you back to me.”

“Well, I guess they promised we’d be able to leave by tomorrow. We can survive one more night apart, right?

“We could.” He agreed, “Or I could buy a helicopter, and drop out of the sky to pluck you out of your snow prison. I could probably have a helicopter on standby in about thirty minutes.”

You let a little laugh escape but part of you wished he would. Especially now, after hearing his voice. You felt so overwhelmed with guilt. There was something wrong with you, there had to be, because it was so obvious to you how much you loved him.

“Always with the dramatics.” You said quietly, you could feel yourself on the verge of tears. “I miss you, Ji.”

“You okay, baby?” He asked, “You sound really upset.”

You sighed, not really sure how to respond, Oh, I just kissed your best friend so I’m feeling pretty guilty right now, “I’ll be fine. Hearing your voice just… I don’t know. I know I laughed at you last night but being away from you is harder than I expected. It hasn’t even been a full day. What did you do to me?”

“Next time you’ll take me more seriously.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed lightly, “Or maybe we can make sure there’s not a next time? You go wherever I go, I’ll go wherever you go. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Hey, when I get home you could hold me for a while, yeah? We could turn on some music or put on a movie and you could wrap your arms around me. Everything could be okay again. Sound good?”

“Alright that’s it, I’m getting the helicopter, find your way to the roof. I’m on the way. We’ll be snuggled up on the couch in an hour.”

Finally you laughed again, genuinely this time, “I really love you so much. I hope you know that.”

“I really love you too, beautiful.” He hummed as he tried to think of a way to make things better, “It’ll be okay. Today is going to go by so fast and then tomorrow morning will feel like nothing. Then it’s just me and you. And you know what, I’m thinking…I’ll take Monday off. Tomorrow afternoon won’t be enough.”

“You make it sound so easy. And amazing.” You admitted, “Actually, I could probably spend the day writing my piece on Kihyun. If I have it done by tomorrow then I can take Monday off with you. What do you think?”

“I think you’re a genius.” You could hear the smile on his face. “Well I’ll let you get to work then, you have an article to write and I have to restock the snack cabinet for our movie marathon.”

“What are we marathoning?”

“Anything, doesn’t matter.”

“You’re a good man, Kwon Jiyong.”

“And you’re an even better woman.” He chuckled, “Love you.”

“I love you, I’ll call you tonight and check in.”

When you went back inside Seunghyun wasn’t in the room, which you were grateful for, and the bathroom door was closed so you made your assumption. To avoid any awkward tension you topped off your coffee mug and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge before shutting yourself into the bedroom.

Several hours passed without a word between the two of you. You stayed in the room, working on your profile on Kihyun, and Seunghyun stayed in the living room. At some point he turned the radio on, a light jazzy compilation of songs played behind the door. You didn’t mind it so you didn’t complain. Every once in a while your cup would be empty or the coffee had gone cold so you’d peek out the door. Whenever Seunghyun wasn’t in the living room, whether he was in the bathroom or outside, you’d run to the kitchen for a refill and to grab another snack.

It wasn’t until well into the afternoon that Seunghyun finally came into the room unannounced. You looked up from your laptop in surprise.

“Hiding from me in here is just making things weirder between us.” He said as he leaned against the doorframe. “You realize that don’t you?”

“I’m not hiding.” You nodded down to your laptop, “I'm just trying to finish what work I can with all this free time.”

“Which is why you wait until I’m in the bathroom to sneak into the kitchen for coffee and snacks?” He grinned, looking over your shoulder at the half eaten back of chips and empty yogurt containers on the nightstand. “You really thought I didn’t notice? That I actually use the bathroom every hour on the hour, conveniently just after I’ve made a fresh pot of coffee and wasn’t just doing it for you.”

“Okay, yes. Maybe I have been reluctant to join you in the living room, but I really am getting a lot of work done! And I just figured it would be the easiest way for us to avoid any residual tension.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me. I won’t try anything like that ever again. It was a one time mistake, I promise.”

“It’s not that I feel unsafe.” You assured him. A large part of you was relieved that he even still wanted to be around you. “How about after I finish this piece and submit it to my editor, I come out and kick your ass at checkers again?”

“That sounds great. Maybe you’ll let me make you a real meal.” Seunghyun suggested. “And if I promise to be quiet out here will you at least agree to leave the door open? It’s horribly stuffy and cold in this room.”

“All of that sounds great, but now that I’m not avoiding you and the living room, what I’d really like to do is pee.” You said tossing your laptop to the side and jumping off the bed. Seunghyun just laughed as you sped past him.

When you finished in the restroom you felt relieved on every level. Back in the living room Seunghyun was sitting in a chair near the window with a book in hand. He didn’t say anything as you made your way back to the bedroom but it was back to that comfortable silence you were familiar with instead of the awkward kind of silence you hated

In the bedroom you found that Seunghyun had cleaned up your contraband snack mess and left out one of his beautiful looking sandwiches with a glass of ice and a bottle of sparkling water. He’d also made the bed and plugged in your computer while you were indisposed. You didn’t know how he’d gotten so much done when all you’d done was quickly use the restroom, washed your face, and combed your fingers through your hair until it looked presentable. Though part of you did suspect he’d already had the sandwich made before he’d come in before.

“Thank you!” You called out to him through the open door as you sat back down on the bed and pulled your laptop over.

“You’re welcome.” He called back a definite hint of amusement in his voice.

After finally consuming something other than straight caffeine your productivity levels exceeded what they’d been before and you were completely finished with your piece on Kihyun after another hour and a half. You felt so lively off your successful weekend that you joined Seunghyun in the living room with more enthusiasm than he had expected from you.

For the rest of the afternoon the two of you played through the entire collection of board and card games that were available to you. You ate through all the snacks and drank through almost all of the coffee and tea. You only saved some knowing that you’d need it for the morning. Neither one of you said a single word about the kiss you shared. And as the afternoon turned into the evening you became more and more certain that neither of you would.

When dinner time rolled around you sat at the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room and watched as Seunghyun played a round of Chopped. Using only the ingredients you had left from your binge shopping the previous night he had to improv a meal for the two of you. He did an amazing job. You allowed him the use of the Christmas tree shaped pasta you’d bought for the white elephant gift exchange you knew you’d be having at work. And to top that he made a delicious white wine sauce with bacon that you’d gotten for breakfast and hadn’t been used.

The two of you ate at the table and shared the wine that wasn’t used for the sauce, plus another bottle on top of that. Afterwards while you cleaned the dishes from dinner Seunghyun set another fire in the fireplace and put a record on. When you were done in the kitchen the two of you sat on the couch together just drinking wine, enjoying the music, and watching the fire.

It was too quiet in the room. Despite everything there still wasn’t enough to distract you and your mind wandered. Little flashbacks to moments from the kiss you shared. His fingers on your neck, his skin under your hand. You thought about the way his body looked when he’d tossed his soaked shirt on the ground. You thought again and again about the way he’d looked at you that night in the office until you finally realized he hadn’t been bored when he looked at you, he was tortured.

“I need to ask you a favor.” You said quietly, still staring at the fireplace. You weren’t sure you’d be able to get it out if you actually looked at him.

“I can’t promise I can fulfill your request but you can always ask.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

Seunghyun looked over at the wine bottle on the table that he’d brought over after dinner. It was only half empty but he had to ask. “Are you drunk?”

You shook your head as your eyes moved over to his lips, “Are you?”

“No.”

“I know it’s not really fair for me to ask but, please?” Your chest was aching with a desire for him that you couldn’t stand any longer. “I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me crazy. I shouldn’t want you like this and I know you’ll think less of me and I deserve that but I-”

Your rant was silenced by his mouth on yours. He’d leaned over the space between you and your face was in his hands. There it was again, the flame from last night burning brighter than ever. He leaned you back against the couch, kneeling on the cushion between your legs. You should have said something, pushed him away. Instead you just moaned into his mouth and gripped his hips to pull him closer.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, pulling back only once his lips were sore. You assumed he meant the fact that you’d been grinding against his thigh just trying to get relief.

“Yes.” You gasped and he ran his tongue along your lip.

“Let me make you feel even better.”

He dipped his tongue into your mouth and after that it was a blur of hands and lips. Your fingers dug into his hair securing his head so that his mouth was trapped against yours, not that he’d showed any sign of trying to escape you. Rather than continue hovering over you, Seunghyun let his body mold itself against yours on the couch and one of his hands found the waistband of your jeans. He flicked the button open and pulled down the zipper while you continued on kissing him mindlessly.

When his fingers slid along your wet sex your head fell back with a moan. Seunghyun took the chance to latch his mouth to the skin of your stretched out throat.

“God you’re so fucking hot, y/n.” He muttered against your ear, his fingers easing their way inside of you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You feel so good.” You groaned back arching.

Your hands that had gone momentarily limp at your sides had found their strength once more and you held his face in your palms. He kissed you again, pulling your lip between his teeth. You rolled your hips up to meet him. His fingers felt amazing. His fingers that pumped in and out of you while his thumb circled your soaked clit. He kept going until your thighs were shaking.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You whimpered, your body wiggling beneath him in anticipation. “Shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh Seunghyun…”

He kept his hand where it was, fingers curling softly as you came down from your orgasm. His forehead pressed against yours and in that moment it was everything you’d been fantasizing about. He removed his hand from between your thighs and gripped your hip, pulling you into him. You could feel his erection against your thigh as the two of you kissed and you closed your eyes.

The satisfaction, the bliss, only lasted a minute before realization laced with guilt washed over you. When you opened your eyes it was overwhelming. You pulled away from him, rolling awkwardly onto the floor beside the couch. You stared up at a very confused Seunghyun as you realized you weren’t breathing and gasped.

“Oh my god.” Your hand moved up to cover your mouth. “What did I do? Why would I let that happen?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Seunghyun said quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Don’t.” You shrugged him off. “I’m sorry. Please don’t touch me, I need a minute. I’m so sorry, Seunghyun. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Okay. Alright.” He nodded, “Just tell me what you need from me.”

“I need to be alone. I’m not thinking straight, I need to think.” You pushed yourself up off of the ground and to your feet. “I’m gonna use the restroom. I need a minute.”

Alone in the bathroom the heft of what you’d done weighed down heavier than ever. And you’d thought the kiss had left you feeling ill. You’d felt so good one minute and so confused the next. You couldn’t take the roller coaster much longer. And the worst part was that even the guilt couldn’t stop you from still wanting more.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun asked, standing up from the couch, his hands twisted together in front of him, when you finally re-emerged from the restroom after cleaning yourself up.

“Yeah, I’m better.” You were so embarrassed, so ashamed of what you’d done and how horribly you’d reacted. Seunghyun was still being supportive, and you didn’t think you deserved it truthfully. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like I used you on purpose. I had thought about- wanted to…reciprocate. It hit me, you know?“

“It’s fine.” He shrugged, stepped a bit closer “I get it. I didn’t mean to push you too far. I’ve wanted you for so long and I couldn’t stop myself. And if that moment is all I get with you then so be it. It was worth it.”

“You didn’t push me.” He was so close now all you had to do was lift your hands for them to be able to grip his hips so you did.

Lifting his own hand his fingers moved across your cheek, and you rested your face in his palm. His large, soft palm. You closed your eyes and eased the hands at his hips around his waist and he stepped forward, that single step left between you. It was so quick. And then there you were again, wrapped up in his arms with your head against his shoulder. You inhaled the scent of him and it sent a shock through your body.

“I have to walk away from you.” You muttered into his neck. “I’m gonna go to bed before I do something worse.”

When you leaned back to look at him, his eyes were so sad. Both of you gulped at the same time.

“It’s probably for the best.” He nodded.

Lying in bed you stared at the ceiling but your mind was jam packed with images from just a little while before. The panting and the kissing. His hands, all over you. His fingers, buried inside of you. The way he smelled and the taste he left on your lips. You’d gone more than far enough with him and yet selfishly you wanted to keep going. You had to know the rest. You had to know all of him.

You’d told yourself the kiss would cure you of your desire but it had only made things worse…and now this. Still there was a voice at the back of your head that swore to you, if you just went all the way then you would know and you wouldn’t wonder anymore. After that you could let this go.

In the dark you slipped out of bed and moved over to the door of the bedroom. You opened the door just a little, just to peek. Seunghyun had folded himself up to fit the couch.

“Tabi…” you whispered into the dark. Just the dim light from the moon outside was shining on him. You weren’t sure if he was awake or not at least until his head popped up.

“Everything okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

You nodded. You weren’t sure how to tell him what you wanted. It was so wrong you didn’t even want to say it out loud. Everything about this was so horribly wrong but you couldn’t stop yourself. You felt somewhere in between completely disgusted with yourself and not caring because all you knew now was your insatiable need for him.

You gave him a look, sad and longing, teeth pulling at your lip. It was just a look, no words were spoken. It was all he needed anyway. Then you moved back into the room and slipped into bed. For a minute you weren’t sure if the look had worked the way you thought it had.

You wondered if he regretted what you’d done more than you. If he thought you were disgusting and wanted nothing to do with you. Then you heard the shuffling of his feet at the door and sighed a breath of relief. You watched his silhouette move across the room to the other side of the bed. He got in slowly, unsure how close you really wanted him.

Watching his eyes as they latched onto your mouth, you moved your hand to his sharp jaw. Your palm moved over the warmth of his skin. Along his cheek and into his soft hair. He moved his own hand to the small of your back.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered.

“The way your lips felt earlier.”

He hummed thoughtfully, “Just my lips?”

“And maybe your hands too.” You blushed. “I know you said that we didn’t need to go any further but, what if I wanted to?”

You could feel his jaw tighten under the palm of your hand. “Whatever we do going forward, it has to be your choice. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

“I want,” you dragged your fingers down his neck and over his chest, “I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love Jiyong, but I’ve wanted to be with you for so long it’s becoming unbearable and I just think…”

“The best way to get over someone is to get under them?”

“I don’t think that’s the saying.” You laughed.

“I agree. I think we should…get it over with. We can leave this cabin with our friendship intact. Better even, renewed.”

“Perfect, it’s a plan.”

“Should we…kiss first?”

“Actually, I think I still owe you for earlier, yeah?”

“You don’t have to but I also would not complain.”

With a small smile you moved yourself under the sheets and down the bed, settling yourself between his legs. Your fingers moved along the strip of skin that was exposed between his pajama pants and the shirt he wore. You could feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten at your touch. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of the pants and tugged. He lifted his hips to make it easier for you to drag his clothes off, leaving them in a pile at his feet. While you undressed him from the waist down he pulled his shirt off.

As he laid still and naked beneath you, your hands trailed back up his ankles, over his bare calves, and gripped his thighs. Under the sheets you were blind as a bat, but your hands found his stiff cock easily. You closed your eyes as you moved your hand over the soft skin. Teasing him with your fingernails, cupping him, squeezing him. Eyes still closed you could imagine just how pretty his dick probably was as you worked him your hand, piecing it together in your mind. Thick shaft, pretty, throbbing head. Your mouth was watering.

From under the sheets you could hear him release a satisfied hiss as you finally wrapped your mouth around him. The taste of salty precum and skin covered your tongue. One of Seunghyun’s hands moved under the sheet and rested on the top of your head. Apparently you were doing fine on your own since he didn’t force anything, his fingers just curled into your hair and held on in case you needed encouragement later on.

He was more vocal than you expected but his deep, guttural moans laced with a string of profanities only motivated you further. Cheeks hollowed, you continued to bob your head beneath the sheets. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive skin and one of your hands worked the base of his cock where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. Your other hand had stayed put on his thigh where you could feel the muscle tighten and release beneath your palm.

After a few minutes his hand curled tighter in your hair and his hips started to lift, just slightly, off the mattress to meet your mouth. You thought he was getting close, like if you had just another minute you’d be able to make him cum. But before you could he tore the sheets from his legs and from you and pulled you off of him by your hair.

You couldn’t completely imagine what a mess you looked like, but you knew it wouldn’t be very pretty. What with the knotted birds nest at the back of your head from where he’d held you and the precum and slobber dripping from your mouth.

“I could have kept going.” You said lamely, and honestly a little put out as you wiped your lips. “It was right there. Wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he agreed and slipped off the bed, “but I also really want to fuck you and I don’t waste time getting hard again. I’m going to grab a condom from my wallet.”

“Okay.”

You sighed as you watched his silhouette leave the room. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you thought about how Jiyong loved getting off several times when you were together. It always felt like he almost preferred all the foreplay in between to the actual sex. Though you didn’t think Seunghyun would be entirely grateful to you making the comparison so you kept it to yourself. As soon as he was back in the room, so was your head.

“Come here.” He beckoned you to the edge of the bed.

You moved over the bed and sat on your knees, looking up at him expectantly. He lifted his hand to cup the back of your head and pulled your face to his. This kiss was rougher than the others. His tongue moved in your mouth with very little intention. He was more focused on his other hand, the one he had tugging on his dick. When he was ready he pulled back and you watched him roll the condom on.

“How should we…” you asked, feeling a bit awkward. You’d become so accustomed to being with Jiyong and everything happening smoothly. He knew you and what you liked, and in return you knew him.

“What do you usually like?” Seunghyun asked, looking down at you.

“I like everything, really.” You shrugged.

“Okay,” he sat down and leaned back against the headboard. “Why don’t you come get on top?”

Without a word, just a nod, you pushed yourself up in the dark and moved your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. He gripped both of your thighs. You watched his hands move up your legs. When they were high enough he used one thumb to pull your panties to the side and the other one to run along your patient pussy.

“So wet.” He murmured, almost to himself, as he pressed his thumb inside of you.

Gripping his shoulders for balance, you held yourself up, hovering over him. He lined himself up with you and you eased yourself down on his shaft. For a moment you just sat and took it all in, adjusting to the feel of him and how different it was from what you were used to. Different but still completely satisfying.

Momentarily paralyzed you didn’t move. It was not even enough time to have blinked but it was long enough that you felt thrown from your own body with the realization that it was done. A kiss you could come back from maybe but having another man inside of you. In that moment you knew you’d made a mess. What you didn’t know, what you couldn’t have known, was that it was about to get so much worse.

“Still with me?”

Seunghyun’s voice brought you back to your body. His fingers left a tingle against your skin as he moved them along your jaw.

“I’m here.”

“We’re still good?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

He lifted hips just a little. Enough to encourage you, to remind you sex usually included a little more movement than you were providing. As your hips started to move and you really started to enjoy yourself you watched as Seunghyun visibly relaxed beneath you. He even released an actual sigh of relief. It hit you that he must have imagined you had some expectation of him or maybe he’d had been expecting more of you. All of your worries had been in a general sense that you didn’t even consider being worried about anything happening at the moment.

It also seemed you’d forgotten that you weren’t the only person in the room. All your thoughts and feelings had been about you. What you were doing. How wrong you were for doing this. What you were risking. For a while you’d forgotten that, as nonchalant as he was being, Seunghyun was invested in this too. He also had feelings, he too had something to lose.

The whole time you hadn’t even thought about whether or not the sex would actually be any good. You had only been thinking about how you wanted to have it and how it was wrong to want it. With a deep breath you decided to be present. It was too late to take back so you might as well make it worth it.

You moved your hands over his shoulders to hold the back of his neck and leaned in. It felt intimate, but not uncomfortable, to kiss him like this. His hands had been on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on the skin of your hips. You left a little moan against his lips before pulling away.

Your hands dragged down his chest, “You have to tell me what you like, okay? I want you to feel good.”

At that he smirked, “No complaints so far. We could get this sweater off of you though, don’t you think?”

You grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over your head so that you were naked except for your underwear. Seunghyun's hands moved from your hips up your sides until they were cupped underneath your breasts. He pulled you forward, wrapping his lips around one of them. He let out a moan so animalistic your whole body seemed to react, tense with excitement. Your fingers gripped his hair as he kissed and sucked at the skin of your chest.

After several minutes he pulled back, his lips looking exceptionally pink and pillowy. Leaning back, your hands gripped his knees as you kept going, rolling your hips back and forth, around in a circle. Your head rolled back, pleased by the feeling, but you needed more.

“Touch me.” You demanded.

Seunghyun sat up from where he’d been resting against the pillows. His narrow fingers moved from your hips, over your skin. They moved up your stomach to tease your breasts and back down your sides. His hands moved up your back and pulled you forward so he could bury his face against your warm skin. He licked and nibbled at your breasts again. His mouth moved all over your skin until he found a soft spot he liked at your clavicle.

One of your arms wrapped around his shoulder, the other one still offering you leverage. After a few minutes of being suffocated by your skin he threw his head and gasped. He watched you as you rode on top of him while he caught his breath. Ending up catching his second wind he gripped your hips once more and lifted himself up.

With an exhausted gasp you fell backwards onto the mattress and let your eyes move over him. Kneeling between your legs he grabbed the elastic waistband of your panties and pulled them from your legs tossing them off the bed into the dark of the room. Then you watched as he crawled his way on top of you.

Until then you’d just been enjoying yourself but you realized from the look on his face that he was after something, though you weren’t sure what it was exactly. He tried every position he could think of and you allowed him to move you in every which way, hoping to help him find what he was looking for. Your legs over his shoulders, your legs practically over your own shoulders. On your side, on your stomach, on your back. You half worried he’d ask you to get on your head. It wasn’t bad by any means, but not knowing what he needed from you was taking you out of it.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You asked as he moved himself back into a more traditional missionary position. His whole body stilled at the question.

“Not at all.” He panted, “Am I? Is this not as good as I thought it was?”

“No!” You tried to assure him as you watched his shoulders drop. “No, Tabi. It’s great. You’re great! It just seemed like you weren’t getting what you needed.”

“I want to make you cum.” He said bluntly.

“I want you to make me cum too.” You grinned.

“Am I even close?” He asked, “You came so easy for Jiyong that night….I thought I could do it too.”

“Well sure he did but we’ve never done this before, you and I. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Tell me what he would do.”

“Um, well,” You racked your brain trying to think about what Jiyong would be doing. “First off all he’d move. He’d get going on the stroke game.”

“Right.” Seunghyun nodded and slowly started to ease himself in and out of you once more. Finally, it felt like he’d remembered he knew what he was doing.

“See that feels good already. Fuck that feels really good.” You moaned and it seemed to please him. “Then he would…touch me, kiss me , he’s big on affection. It’s okay if you’re not, but it’s what he does.”

“I am not opposed to kissing you.” He laughed as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against your lips and then your cheek and your neck. He sucked gently on your skin and then murmured, “I can feel your heartbeat on my lips.”

“Oh,” you groaned against his ear, “keep fucking. Just like that. I’m gonna cum for you.”

When he moved his mouth back to yours, tongue moving between your lips to massage yours, you slipped your hand down your body. It moved all the way down your stomach until your fingers reached between your thighs. It seemed the vision of you touching yourself did more for him than either of you expected. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead into your shoulder to look down at where your bodies were colliding.

“Are you close?” He asked, his face contorting slightly, “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Are you… fuck...cummi-.”

His hips pumped into you in spurts as he came and you weren’t entirely sure what to say. He collapsed on the bed beside you. With a sigh he reached down to take the condom off. Your teeth dug into your lip as you watched him move off the bed. He walked through the cabin to the restroom where he tossed the used condom and washed off. Then he made his way back to the bed.

“You came right?” He asked. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Yeah,” you smiled over at him, and then waited a moment just watching his glistening chest rise and fall. “I’m gonna go wash off in the shower. I’ll be right back.”

The water took a minute to heat up. While it did you spent the time staring at yourself in the mirror, every inch of you, until the steam finally hid you away. You weren’t sure why but you expected yourself to look different. For your skin on the outside to look as diseased and disgusting as you felt inside. The worst part was that you wouldn’t take it back. You hoped now that it was done you’d be able to let it go. You’d be able to let Seunghyun and all of your unspoken desires of him fall at your feet and move on.

Truthfully you weren’t even that upset you didn’t get off. It felt like not getting your orgasm was appropriate. It was your penance for cheating on Jiyong. It was God or the universe's way of telling you what a terrible person you were and that you’d made a mistake.

You picked your phone up from the counter and pressed the green button for your favorite contact. It didn’t surprise you when he didn’t pick up.

“Hey you, I’m sure you’re asleep. Actually, I hope you’re asleep. I know we talked earlier but I just can’t stop missing you. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to wake up with a voicemail from me confessing how in love with you I am. If this weekend has taught me anything it’s that I love you more than I ever imagined. So good morning beautiful man. I love you and I can’t wait to see you later.”

Hanging up the phone you had, for the time being, satisfied the urge to be the best, most supportive, most loving girlfriend Jiyong ever knew. He could never know why but he’d benefit every day from the aching guilt boiling up inside of you.

Back in the bedroom it looked like Seunghyun had nodded off. Wrapped up in a towel, you quietly searched the dark floor for your clothes. You found the abandoned sweater and your underwear. Though wearing them seemed dirty, so you opted to just wear the shorts you’d worn the night before without them.

Once dressed you washed off your panties in the sink and laid them out by the heater before climbing into bed. You were surprised when you felt Seunghyun move behind you. His arm eased over your body, around your waist and his nose tucked into the warmth of your neck.

“What are we supposed to do now?” You muttered, cheek against the warmth of your pillow.

“I don’t know,” his voice was so low you could feel it vibrate against your back. “I don’t want to worry about it right now. We can figure it out in the morning.”

-

The morning came sooner than either of you would have preferred. It felt like you’d only gotten an hour or two of sleep before the sun was blasting its way through the windows and you could no longer keep your eyes shut. Seunghyun seemed to be having an easier time of it so you carefully removed yourself from the bed and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. While the liquid magic began to brew you went back in the room to grab your phone off the charger and your clothes.

After you’d gone to the restroom and changed back into your clothes from the first day you felt anxious and ready to get back home. Leaning over the counter with your fresh cup of coffee you opened your phone and were treated with an adorable selfie from your blushing boyfriend who had been laying in bed still when he took it. Along with that was a message that said while he loved waking up to your voicemail he preferred waking up to you. The message filled you with so much joy you stared at it for nearly thirty whole minutes until Seunghyun came out from the bedroom.

“Good morning.” He offered up with a yawn.

He was fully dressed as well, back in his suit from days before. He looked ready to go home as well.

“Morning.” You smiled as you finally put your phone down.

“Did the front desk call yet with an update?”

You watched him move around the small kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nope. Nothing yet, unless we both missed it.”

“I’ll give them a call after some coffee.”

He leaned against the counter with his mug at his lips and you watched his eyes move over you. You knew he was thinking about it. Thinking about you and what you’d done. The way his gaze burned into you, it had you thinking about it too.

It was supposed to be over, you thought it was over. With the exception of the guilt you’d felt you’d gone to bed feeling like you’d satiated your urges. And you’d woken up feeling even better. You were ready to go home and be done with it. Your head had been so clear. Looking at Seunghyun now, however, had your mouth watering which made no sense to you. It hadn’t even been as mind blowing as you’d expected.

“I love Jiyong.” You didn't know why you felt like you’d needed to confess it to him. You’d hoped he already knew.

“I never said you didn’t.” He shook his head, “I love him too. He's my best friend.”

“Okay, so we can agree, this has to stop?” You asked, “You’ll have to stop.”

“Stop what?” He scowled into his coffee cup.

“Looking at me like that.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about fucking me.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, “But it’s fine for you to look at me like that? I can’t just stop looking at you like that, y/n, because I can’t just stop thinking about it. I can hear the way you moan my name echo through my head. Jesus, I can still feel you pulsing around my cock. And I don’t want to just let it go. I’m not ready to let it go. I still want more.”

“Whatever happened between us, it can not leave this cabin. Do you understand me?” You asked as he moved around the counter towards you.

“Fine,” he stepped a little bit closer, leaning into you, “then give me one more time before we leave and it’s over.”

“Seunghyun-“

“Just let me taste you. I never got the chance to taste you.” He whispered against your ear, his hands moving up the backs of your legs.

You gulped, “Then we’re done.”

“Then we’re done.” He agreed.

He kissed just beneath your ear and you let out an exasperated sigh. His fingers undid the buttons of your blouse while his lips stayed against your skin. Moving down your neck to your chest and then trailing down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you leaving kisses along your waist.

Lip snug between your teeth you watched his fingers make quick work of unfastening your pants, and pulling them down your thighs. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against your soft bare skin. With his hands on your ass he pulled you forward, burying his face in you.

He hummed something satisfactory as you felt his tongue move through you. Leaning back you gripped the edge of the counter. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor. His fingers felt so good inside of you, just like they had the day before.

“God, I could eat you for breakfast every morning.” He mumbled, leaning back on his heels, his face glistening with you already. “You taste so good.”

“You can’t,” you gasped and then out a little moan, “Just today.”

“I know.”

He dipped his tongue back into you for another taste. Your knees grew weak and your body sank down onto him. Seunghyun lifted your trembling leg over his shoulder, bearing most of your weight as you crumbled for him.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groaned, after a few minutes had passed, your thighs tightening against his cheek.

He kept going. His mouth licking and sucking, his fingers curling inside of you. He didn’t stop until your legs gave out and he was the only thing keeping you off the ground.

Waiting until after your legs had gained back a little of their stability Seunghyun pushed himself up to his feet. He moved his fingers over your shoulders, watching as the fabric of your blouse slipped down your arms.

“Turn around.” He commanded, “Bend over the counter for me.”

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. With very little warning he’d sunk himself deeply inside of you. He started slow, easing in and out as he trailed intimate little kisses up your spine and across your shoulders.

“You like that don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Ohh. I love it.”

“You love it when I fuck you?” He asked, picking up speed.

“Yes!”

He reached his arm around you, lowering his hand between your thighs to find your clit, “Do you love the way my cock feels?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” You moaned,

You were close, you could feel it. Your head was in an absolute daze but there was still a part of you that was still very aware. You couldn’t understand right away what was so different. Why was this so much better than the night before?

Suddenly it hit you, the night before Seunghyun had been trying to give you something he thought you wanted. He had been so gentle, wanting to make love rather than give you what you’d always imagined having with him. Which was this, to just be fucked.

With one hand still between your thighs Seunghyun’s other hand got a grip of your hair and pulled you back towards his chest.

“Do you love me?” He asked, the bass of his voice vibrating across your overstimulated skin.

“Yes!” You cried, the only thing on your mind was that you were seconds away from your orgasm.

“I love you too.” He muttered before latching his mouth to your neck.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, fingers clutching the countertop with everything you had. “Yes! That’s it, oh…oh…right there! Seunghyun! Fuck!”

His fingers continued to circle your clit until your legs were shaking, knees turned completely to jello, and you were dependent on the counter to keep you upright. You’d been far too dazed from your own to even notice if Seunghyun had reached his climax.

He kissed you all along your naked back, “I knew you didn’t cum last night. I had to make it up to you.”

“Well, you definitely did that.” You said breathlessly.

So much for God and the universe trying to give you a punishment for your wrong doings. And it seemed it wasn’t that you and Seunghyun were incompatible either. Apparently the night before had only been so underwhelming because both of you were stunted by your own expectations. A fluke. Knowing that now didn’t help you at all. In fact you wished you’d never found out, it would only make things harder, you’d have more to figure out.

You jumped slightly at the sound of knocking on the door. That must have meant the snow had been cleared.

“Go get cleaned up.” He said, zipping his pants back up. “Sounds like it’s time to go home”.

You cleaned up for the last time in the cabin's little bathroom. When you were done you checked and double checked that you had everything in your work bag. Your laptop, all of your papers, and your chargers. While he went outside to warm up the car and clea the snow from the windows, you packed up the remaining souvenirs, snacks, and the last of Seunghyun’s wine. After putting the bags in the backseat you looked over the roof of the car at him.

“Are we good?” you asked.

“We’re good.” he said and then in an instant his teeth were chewing on his lip. He looked like he was thinking about something and you weren’t sure you wanted to ask but you did anyway.

“But?” you asked, “Looks like there's a but somewhere in there.”

“I don’t think I can leave it here.” he admitted, “We need to talk about what happened, and what it means for us going forward.”

“I-” you sighed, you knew he was right but you had no idea what you would even say at this point.

“We don’t have to do it right now. We can take the ride home to think about it, maybe take a couple days to think about it before either of us makes any rash decisions. I just don’t think that I can’t let it go as easily as I thought, and we should consider a conversation.”

You nodded in agreement. “Okay. That sounds fine. It’ll be good for us to think about it, to talk about it. As long as we’re okay.”

He assured you again that the two of you were fine and then ducked into the driver’s seat. You eased yourself down into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt. Seunghyun set the radio and then put the car in gear before driving down the drive to the main road. He didn’t say anything and neither did you but when he held out his hand to you, you placed your hand in his. You tried not to think too hard about what it meant, but there wasn’t much else to concern yourself with. As the drive continued on you wondered if you were both on the same page. Or if maybe one of you had taken this weekend to mean more than it did to the other.

The further the car got from the cabin the further away you felt from Seunghyun. It was a subtle and unintentional separation. The two of you had gone from holding hands to having your hands in your laps until finally you leaned against the passenger side door as if your body couldn’t get far away enough.

When the city came into view neither of you spoke, not that you’d been saying much before that anyway. It was so quiet and so tense. You could just feel that whatever had happened between the two of you was over. You didn’t have to worry about some long process of figuring anything out, it figured itself out for you. There had been magic in the cabin, or it had been some alternate universe. You’d forgotten briefly who you were. There had to be an excuse for what had happened. A reason that every feeling you had, that caused you to make the choices you did, had melted away like the snow.

As Seunghyun pulled the car up to the private entrance of Jiyong’s building you could see him standing there looking anxious as he waited. Any confusion or uncertainty you thought you felt was gone. Every muscle in your body was screaming to be near him. Your heart was racing and your foot tapped unrelentingly as you became more and more impatient.

“There’s my girl!” Jiyong shouted as you jumped from the vehicle the second it stopped, his face beamed with a smile.

Dropping your bag on the ground you ran over to him. You couldn’t help but match his smile with your own. You thought you had missed him but apparently the distraction of your time spent with Seunghyun kept you from realizing just how much. A happy giggle escaped your lips as he wrapped you up tight in his arms.

“Mmm.” He hummed, tickling your neck, “I missed you, beautiful.”

“I missed you too.”

“You sound surprised.” He pulled back, just barely, just enough to kiss you.

“No! Not at all. Why would you even say that?” you asked, clearly panicked.

“I’m joking,” he laughed, “I know you missed me too. I’m still never letting you go anywhere without me again.”

As proof of his statement, with his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist, he started walking back towards the car where Seunghyun was waiting with your other bag. You laughed as you stumbled over your own feet trying to walk with him, albeit backwards.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of her.” Jiyong said, patting Seunghyun on the shoulder. “I mean that, thank you for keeping her safe. I was worried but it would have been worse if I didn’t know she had you there.”

“Of course.” Seunghyun gulped as he looked down at you and you had to look away, the guilt of everything starting to flood through you once more.

“Seriously, if you ever need anything let me know. I owe you.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” He shrugged.

“It was to me.” Jiyong looked at you with a smile. “I love this girl. She’s everything.”

“Yeah.” Seunghyun agreed quietly, “She’s pretty great.”

“Why don’t you park the car and come inside for a bit? We’ll have a beer and you can tell me about your crazy weekend.”

“No. I mean I’d love to but I really need to get home. Some other time.”

“Of course. I’ll see you at work then.” Jiyong turned and kissed your cheek. “I’ll get your bags for you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You said giving his arm a light squeeze. “I’ll be right there.”

You waited until Jiyong was out of earshot and then looked back at Seunghyun with a small smile, “So you’re right. I think we should talk.”

“Now I’m not so sure. I think I’d rather not.” He smiled back, “I think I know what you’re going to say. What you’ve decided. I’d rather not hear it just yet. If it’s all the same to you.”

“I'm sorry, Seunghyun.”

“Nope.” He shook his head, “Not now. Later.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Standing on the sidewalk you watched as he ducked into the driver’s seat of his car. You stood there long enough to watch his car all the way to the end of the drive and pull onto the main road. It was then you heard Jiyong’s voice calling you from the door. You smiled before turning towards him and hurrying up the walkway to be with him. He carried your bags in one hand and threw his free arm around your shoulder. You were happy with your decision. For now at least it felt like things were going to go back to normal. Everything would be fine.

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Adventures in Babysitting pt.5

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x reader

Synopsis: A babysitting job turns into something unexpected…

Warnings: If you’re new to this series, the first chapter does contain Seungri as it was written prior to his exit from the group. He will not be mentioned in other chapters. Also, this chapter gets heavily PG-13. I cheated and skipped the graphic bits.

Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely @noonachronicles who is apparently suffering with some writers block. Hopefully, this might help. <3

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.

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You were about to get up, afraid that you had possibly offended him, when Seunghyun took gentle hold of your shoulders firmly keeping you in place. And that’s when you felt it…. his lips pressing softly onto the side of your neck.

“I am very talented in many ways…” he asserted again, his breath ghosting across your heated skin.

You couldn't help but let out a choked little gasp when his lips touched your skin. You also had seemingly zero control over the way you automatically tilted your head back and to the side to expose your neck to him further.

Seunghyun's grip on your shoulders tightened.

“__________.” he murmured softly.

His voice was quiet and deep and it was as if it vibrated through to the very center of your chest. You squeezed your thighs together involuntarily, your brain temporarily stuttering for a moment.  His mouth was already on your neck again, peppering kisses down to your shoulder, his fingers came up to linger at the edge of your sleeveless blouse, your cardigan having been already discarded earlier when you returned to the hotel. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so affected by even just the faintest of kisses and touches. An almost painful fire was already pooling low in your abdomen.

“I want you.” Seunghyun told you, in that same low, silky tone.

You momentarily forgot how to breathe and your heart felt like it was about to burst.

His fingers slid up and down along your shirt strap, brushing the skin underneath. Head tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath sending tingles down your spine... each of his exhales like a pleasant little electric jolt to your system.

“Do you want me?” his fingers continued tracing the strap, though you noted (with a shiver of arousal) that he also slid it a few inches down toward your shoulder, pressing his lips to the vacated spot. Somehow you knew he was waiting for you to answer him.

You should have known a man like Seunghyun would make you say it out loud. It was both alluring and irritating at the same time.

“Yes...” you choked out finally, and had barely gotten the word out before he gently, but firmly, removed you from his lap with a soft push. Then, in one seemingly fluid movement, he stood from the sofa, grabbed you by the wrist & hauled you up to him, your bodies flush with one another.

“This doesn’t have to be this.” he said, face and voice serious. “You can back out at any time and we can go to our respective rooms... like nothing ever happened.”

You lifted onto your toes and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the unexpected hard and lean muscle under his dress shirt. You moved your hands up to his shoulders as you pressed your body against his. As your heart pounded in your chest, you felt his hands move to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. He leaned in, and as his nose brushed yours, you closed the gap as an answer.

His lips were criminally soft as they molded against yours. You kissed him harder as you cupped his jaw, feeling a clean shaven face under your hands. He kissed with care, gently, as if he were as nervous as you were. Seunghyun took his time in exploring your lips before slowly trailing his tongue over your bottom lip. Your hands found his carefully styled hair and absolutely wrecked it & when you gently pulled at the tendrils, he kissed you with even more intensity.

Never had you been kissed like this, never had you been this affected by kissing alone. Seunghyun moved his kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth along the column of your throat. You held onto him tighter as a long, satisfied sigh escaped your mouth. His lips found your shoulder again, he groaned into it as he lifted you by your thighs & you wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up by cupping his hands under your ass.

“Bedroom.” you managed to gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone.

Seunghyun carried you across the living room and down the hallway, still messily kissing you as he went. When the two of you finally made it to his his room, you somehow managed to hit your head on the door frame as he attempted to get it open.

“Shit, sorry.” he said with a grin, setting you down gently.

You just laughed and rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay.”

He opened the door and led you by the hand into the huge bedroom, kicking the door closed.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“I’m fine.” you giggled.

Seunghyun dropped your hands, and pulled you in for yet another kiss, your mouths meeting with an almost punishing intensity. It took a minute before the two of you managed to find a rhythm, and then you felt like you were drowning in his scent, his warmth, and everything that was just him. He tasted faintly of the wine you'd both drunk, alongside notes of something else that was both uniquely his and far more intoxicating. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue across it. You groaned, meeting his ferocity with your own.

You broke apart the kiss this time, and you both gasped, stopping to gaze at each other intently... his coffee-colored eyes meeting yours. Seunghyun brought his hand up around your chin, cupping your jaw lightly, as he moved his thumb across your lips, caressing them. He inhaled sharply as your lips parted and you took his thumb in your mouth and engulfed it... sucking hard and thoroughly, eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck.” he managed to bite out, his body jerking in surprise and sudden, furious need.

Feeling overwhelmed, Seunghyun pulled you against him and maneuvered the two of you so that your back was against the door. He moved to kiss the side of your neck, his hands drifting to graze your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

“Seunghyun...” you moaned, your breath catching. “Please.” you didn't even realize that you were trembling with your own need. He paused, his forehead touching yours. When he didn’t return to kissing you after a moment, your eyes slowly opened. He was looking down at your face, eyes blazing.

Your heart fluttered.

And then he was kissing you again. It was rougher now. More frenzied. You reached up and gripped at his forearms as his tongue slid across yours again, mostly to steady yourself more than anything. If you let go of him it was entirely possible that your knees would give way and you would collapse. Or perhaps you would just melt into an aroused puddle right there on the hotel's ridiculously expensive floor.

There was now a painful throbbing sensation between your legs, especially when Seunghyun slid a hand down your side and to your waist.

“What is it? What do you need?” he asked breathlessly, peppering you with kisses as he made his way up to your ear, sucking at the lobe a little once he got there.

“More, please. I just... need more.” you begged again, your head falling back against the door.

His lips trailed over your jaw before hovering near your ear again, his fingers tightening on your hip.

“I can do more...”

He began to take purposeful steps backward, pulling you toward the bed. You stumbled in sync with his steps, still clinging to him, and you barely noticed when you fell onto the mattress.

For a moment, all was still.

Seungyun looked sinfully good. His trousers bunched tight around an obvious bulge, his shirt pulled across what you knew would be a chiseled abdomen. Even kneeling like this on the bed he was tall and sturdy, looming over you.

His chest moved rapidly as he took you in, eyes drifting along your body as if deciding what to do with you first.

You felt an electric thrill run up your spine while you waited for him to make up his mind.

He finally leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, surprisingly chaste as he dragged his hips away from yours with an agonizing slowness. You gasped against his mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp, down his neck, and to his shoulders.

When he broke the kiss and looked at you again, you saw the glint in his eyes, the crinkle at the corners, and you knew that you were done for. A Choi Seunghyun smirk delivered by nothing more than a look told you everything that you needed to know about how he planned to have you...

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You twisted under him, and the bliss hit like a freight train for the third time that night. You were floating in the ecstasy of your release, and it was only magnified when you felt Seungyun twitch as he met his own peak. He groaned, jerking his hips erratically as he came. His hands were hot on your skin and he held you close to him as you both rode out the last of the waves before going still, his body warm and heavy, but not unpleasantly so, on top of yours.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, clinging to you, and you to him, as he pressed tiny, winded kisses against your neck, your shoulder, your wrist. Every inch of you that his lips could reach without his body moving too much, they did. And your hands did the same, learning and cataloging every patch of his soft skin you could find.

“I’m never leaving this bed again.” Seunghyun announced, barely a whisper between kisses.

After a moment, he made his way up to your lips and kissed you until you could hardly breathe, his hands sweeping through your hair. When he finally backed off, he didn’t move far away. He reached out with lazy arms, pulling you into his chest, one of his hands still petting your hair.

Completely relaxed, completely exhausted, you let his steady breathing and his still rapidly beating heart lull you to sleep.

You awoke the next morning with an arm draped over your waist, nestled against Seungyun's chest, and to the sounds of his slow, steady breathing behind you. You were both also still very much naked.

‘Oh shit...’

It was time to think about all this, since thinking had gone straight out the window yesterday. From the moment Seungyun's lips had grazed your neck, all rational thought had completely stopped for you. Last night had been all about want and instinct... no pesky things like responsibilities involved.

Recognizing that it would be much easier to sort out your brain away from his presence, you wriggled experimentally in his grasp, testing just how easily you would be able to get away and to the shower without waking him. If you woke him, he’d open those dark brown eyes and give you that stare that seemed to melt you into mush, and your brain would probably be useless once again.

That thought was nothing short of terrifying. You prided herself on your brain. You needed it. Your career machinations that had led to your curating the Surrealist exhibit would not have been possible without your brain. And you'd never had someone else be so capable of easily switching it off, much less that someone be Choi Seunghyun.

Even more terrifying was that the way you currently felt about him certainly wasn’t just physical. You wouldn't go so far as to call it love, especially after just one night together. But, still... there was something there... just under the surface.

You continued to wriggle inch by inch, slightly more desperately now, but still carefully enough so as not to wake him.

There was a brief, heart-stopping moment where his breathing pattern changed and he shifted & you thought 'Well, so much for escaping to clear my head...', but then the slow, deep breaths returned and you successfully slid out from under the sheets. You hurried as quickly and quietly as you could to the en suite bathroom.

Once in the shower, you tried to let the hot water relax you. You let it soothe the tension in your shoulders and the soreness in your calves (the after-effects of having them wrapped tightly around Seunghyun's waist). And it did help relax your muscles, but your mind was still racing.

By the time the water began to run cold, you finally decided that you should probably tell Seunghyun about your burgeoning feelings. It wasn’t as though it was that great of a risk. You were approximately 98 percent certain that he reciprocated them, or at the very least, he was interested in you. But the nagging uncertainty was still there. For heaven's sake... you'd just met (and had sex) yesterday! And the thought that if you were wrong—and you weren't used to being wrong very often, but if you were—it could potentially make things very awkward for you in the art world for the foreseeable future.

Although... you reflected, it was probably already too late for that.

No, there was no real excuse. You had to tell him, but you would prefer to do it before his friends had the chance to figure out what had happened.

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Hello everyone!

Soooo I’m getting back into the scene. Going to try to finish my Big Bang request. But how do we feel about Christian Yu…. Lewis Tan? 😳😬😬👀👀👀

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can you do a big bang reaction where they have a younger s/o and say they feel old 💕 love your work !!

Bigbang Reaction: Their s/o is younger than them and they feel old

I've had a hard time writing this but it's done! I'm really pleased by the final product. I made it quite angsty, hope you don't mind. Thanks for requesting and hope you like it!

G-Dragon | Kwon Jiyong:

Jiyong would like to date a younger person. Why? Because he loves the sensation to be the one who teach to the other. Being the older means he has more experiences, more things to teach.

But sometimes, seeing you laughing with some friend of your age makes his chest hurts. By nature, Jiyong is quite jealous and possessive, but he also knows that these feelings are the poison of love. He had worked a lot with himself to learn that even if you're close with someone else, that doesn't mean he counts less.

But this time, when he drops you at your uni, his inner practice doesn't work. Because he has the feeling to stand out. You're on your early twenties when he's in his early thirties. And a thought is now trapped in his mind: "They deserve someone better, someone younger."

He doesn't say it out loud, he isn't the type to do so. But simple gestures change and you now know that something is off. He is more reluctant to drive you at your uni, he kisses you less in public, he holds less your hand.

At first, you think it just because passion decreases with time and things like that. But one day, you see him cry. It isn't a burst of tears or him curls up in his sheets. No, simple tears rolling in his cheeks, silently.

"Baby?"

He raises his face, clearly startled to suddenly see you. Quickly, he removes the tears of his cheeks, trying to appear like he didn't cry.

"Yeah?" he asks, hesitantly.

"Why are you crying?" You sit next to him, putting one of your hand in his knee and the other on his face. "What happened?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing, sweetheart, nothing."

You stay a moment in silence, not knowing what to say. Jiyong was a fierce person and he never, never lets you see him cry unless it's something really important, a capital matter.

"Baby, please, be honest with me. You know you can tell me everything."

He tights his hold on your hand and breathes sharply. A fight takes place in his mind, between the side of him who wants to tell you everything and receiving conform and the part of him who wants to keep him all for him and not bother you. Finally, there is winner.

"I'm just so afraid, so stupidly afraid, [Y/N]. Please, don't think I don't have faith in you but it's just...what if you want someone younger? I feel so old next to you. You're still studying, surely wanting to discover the world and the only thing I can think about is that your finger will look good with a ring around it and what will be the name of our children."

You clearly don't except something like this, you thought it will be about his work but no.

But it makes sense. You don't know how long he keeps it for him but it explains some things: why he's less close with you in public and why he seems hesitant sometimes.

You do the first thing that comes in your mind: hugging him. You don't know how to answer to this yet, but you're sure of your feelings: you can't be more in love with him.

"Baby, Honey, Love..." you whisper, as new tears fall of Jiyong face, emotions storming in him. "Please, stop crying. I love you, I love you so much. You're not too old, you're really not. I'm an adult, able to make my own choice and I choose to be with you. It was and still is the best decision of my life."

You let a quiet silence settles between you, a peaceful rest during which Jiyong calm down a bit his tears, reassured that you're in love with him. But you're not over yet.

"And you know... I sometime also wonder how will look my finger with a ring."

It isn't particularly funny (you weren't trying to be) but it makes laugh your boyfriend, surely because he is relieved.

"And my mind goes more on the dog side than the child side but well... a lot of dog's name can be used as child's name, isn't?"

It's make Jiyong laughs a bit more and it makes you smile to know that your man is free from his worries now.

The next day, you're his fiancé.e.

T.O.P | Choi Seunghyun:

(I'm sorry, in this one I will assume that you have two parents and they are in a heterosexual relationship)

Like Jiyong, Seunghyun would like to date a younger person. It's more by habitude: he is the hyung in his group so he's used to take care of people and likes it. I also think he has a mild thing for the whole daddy/sugar daddy thing (I know these things are different, don't worry). He likes spoil someone younger than him and buy you expensive things, especially clothes that other people of your age can just dream of.

You're someone very special to him and he cherishes you more than anything. And he is also someone very special to you and you love him deeply. Because of that, you decide to present him to your parents. You already met his parent and the meeting was quite good so you want to do it in your side.

He accepts, because he wants to make things "more" official. If you make the choice of a meeting with your parent, they couldn't be that bad?

Well, it is until the very day of the meal. He dresses himself well and buys a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a bottle of wine for your father. It makes you laugh a bit how he wants to make everything perfect (and how he assumes your dad likes wine and your mother flowers...and he is not wrong actually).

After comfort him he will be perfect and your parents will love him and that even if they don't, you love him and it's the only matter, you both climb down of the car (an expensive jewel he buys you).

*

The meal...didn't go well. It could have been worse, but it wasn't your most pleasurable experience.

The way back is silent. Seunghyun is very pale, his jaw is contracted and you can see the joints of his hands becoming white with how much pressure he puts on the steering wheel. He is very tense and you don't know what to do about it.

In your head, you have think about all the potential problematic subjects: the fact that he's famous, that maybe some saseang will attack you, that he sometimes makes weird jokes (you loves them), that maybe he spoils you too much.

But his age? You never really think about it. You know that he is older than you and most couple in your friend have a smaller age gap, but it never bothers you.

Seunghyun, on the other way, have thought about it. Not that much, because it wasn't a subject which he is self-conscious, but the thought existed in his mind. But he didn't think this fact will be so important for your parents.

"I'm sorry," both of you tell at the same time.

"Sorry for what?" you ask, letting him no room for excusing himself. "It's my parents who fucked up, not you."

"But they are right somewhere," he answers. You turn your face towards him, intrigued. "I'm the older one, I'm the one in charge. If something bad happens to you, I will be in fault." You frown, not understanding what he is saying. It takes great care of you, what's the problem?

"But I can make sometimes assumptions and do things I think can be good for you but eventually hurt you. You're young, you may be not know yet if a relationship hurts you or not."

"Our relationship hurt you?" You are so mad towards your parent for causing this discussion.

"No, no, baby, I'm happy with you." His voice is calmer, but sadder too. "But it's my side, my vision of your relation. Maybe yours is different."

You hate the fact that Seunghyun is driving because you can't hug him. But you try the best you're able to appease his mind.

"Seunghyun, you know I'm happy. I was happy when we started to date, I was happy when you kissed me for the first time, I was happy when we first travel together. I'm happy when I'm with you, I'm happy when we cuddle and I'm happy when you buy some weird art things. I'm happy you're my boyfriend, more than anything. So you may be older, but I couldn't care less. I love you."

He doesn't say anything else, but you can see in his smile that you said the good things.

Taeyang | Dong Yongbae:

Yongbae is a very peaceful person and have a good self-esteem so he isn't the type to doubt your love.

Yongbae never minds about age. Obviously, he will not date a minor, but someone younger or older than him will not bother him. He is insterested in so much more things: your passion, the way you kiss him, how you smile when he wakes up, etc.

Your bond gets stronger as months pass by and one day, he makes the big step: he tells publically that he dates you (after a long discussion between you two obviously; he will never does this if it makes you umcomfortable).

As excepted, there are many reactions. Hopefully, most of them are good: they praise both of you, say you looks good together, that you're the happiest human walking on earth and things like that. There are some bad comments, but Youngbae makes his possible to make you avoid them.

It works during a while, during six strong months.

But one day, scrolling in his timeline, Youngbae see some hate comments, telling that he is a monster for dating a younger person. Because of his long career, he is used of negative comments towards him, so he ignores it at first.

But this comment keeps coming in his mind. Sometimes he looks at you and...well, they are right. You're more than five years younger than him, you shouldn't waste time with him. You should be with a boyfriend of your age who still likes going to party every weekends. You should be with a boyfriend of your age who isn't (yet) unable to be up until 3 a.m.

"[Y/N]? I would like to speak with you."

Youngbae is someone reserved with his feelings but he also knows that keeping all for himself isn't a good way to cope. He needs to tell you what he feels but he's afraid that it will be like a epiphany, that this talk will made you discover you want someone younger. But he loves you and want the better for you.

"Yeah?" you says, leaning on his shoulder, taking his hand in yours.

"A serious talk, [Y/N]. A very serious talk."

He looks really sad, defeated and now you're afraid. Why would he makes such a face? Unless he...he wants to break up? No, you tell yourself, it's your mind which makes movies. "Yeah, BaeBae?"

"Do you...do you sometimes think that...I'm too old for you?"

You frown. "Too old?" What does that mean? You think a lot of things about him whose are "too": he is sometimes "too" invested in his work, he sometimes worries "too" much and he tends to make "too" much food when he cooks. But not that he is "too" old. "What are you talking about?"

"[Y/N]...Don't you think the age gap is too much? That I'm like...a monster to date you?"

You don't know where this comes from, where this "monster" thing comes of but you're sure you will fight the one who make him thinks like that.

"BaeBae...I'm not a child, I'm a grown person. Okay, I'm younger than you, but we don't have like...twenty or thirty years apart. It's like... a common thing to have an older and a younger person in a relationship."

He nods slowly, not seems to be covinced.

"Honey, you're not a monster for dating me. I love you, you love me, I'm consenting to this relationship and I assume you're consenting too?"

He nods, more virogously. "Yeah, [Y/N], I love you, I'm so much in love with you..."

You smile, holding him as tight as possible and whispering sweet words into his ear.

"Let's go to sleep, okay? I think you need it. I love you Youngbae, I love you so much."

Kang Daesung:

Of them all, I feel Daesung is the more unlikely to date someone younger. To be honest, he doesn't care that much about age: like Youngbae, a lot of things matters more to him, like your passions, your beautiful eyes and your favorite meal (this man cooks for you, you can't change my mind). But if he has to make an absolute choice, he would choose someone older.

It's certainly one of the main reason he hesitates so much to ask you out. He is deeply in love with you, likes spending all his time with you, whether to help you with your work or watching a movie. To unknown people, you already look like a couple. Actually, even at your friends you look like if you're dating.

Both of you want to date. But unfortunately, neither has the guts to ask out the other. You're too shy and him too...insecure?

It is stupid, really stupid. His insecurity comes from one time where you make a comment. You two were chilling in his home, watching a drama. At some point, the main character was asked out by her romantic interested. Daesung and you liked telling what you thought when you watch something together so it had come to you naturally.

"I really don't understand this guy. She's younger than him. What kind of creep he is to be in love with her?"

Actually, it was harmless. If Daesung looks closer, the drama situation and yours were very different: in the drama, there is more than twenty-five years between the protagonists, the woman was somewhat empowered by this man and the man wanted just to have fun by manipulated her.

Between you, it is not the same thing at all. The age gape is just around seven-eight years and most important, he truly loves you and wants you in his live.

But despite the obvious fact that your situation isn't the same as the drama, your words are printed in his mind.

Since then, a tension built up between you. Daesung is more distant, less affective, less available for you. You're scared; have you done something to make him uncomfortable?

Like the last time, you two are in his home, in front of his television, a drama playing. But unlike this famous time, none of you are watching it. You're playing with you shirt while thinking of the tension between us and you're sure Daesung is doing the same but you don't want to look, afraid to make an eye-contact.

"[Y/N]"

You finally look up but Daseung is staring at his hands. It seems like he just whispered absently you name because he doesn't say anything less and keep playing with his fingers. You decides to remember him that he called you.

"Yeah, Daesung?"

He seems you startle him because he jumps a bit.

"Sorry, I was just...thinking."

"Daesung," you start, approaching him until your knee touch his thigh. "I know something is bothering you. Do you want to speak about it?"

He hesitates for a few seconds. "Do you...Do you really think that someone in love with someone younger is a creep?"

You frown, don't understanding why he asks that but answering nonetheless. "Well, like every situation, it depends on what are the factors. If a relation is toxic -because you're speaking about the drama we watched, no?- the fact that the man is way older than her makes things even more creepy. But no, a lot of couple, sane relationships, have an age gap. Just, twenty-five is a bit too much."

He nods, relaxing a bit. "Thanks."

"Why my comment was bothering you? You're in love with someone younger than you? Tell me who it is, I want to know them!" Since you're best friend, you tell everything and you have to be supportive. So, even if you have a huge crush on him, you want to know who is his s/o, even if it's not you."

Daesung smile wider. "Well...it's the kindest person I know. So smart, they always want to make their best. They also worry to much for their friends but they are so sweet. And they're really beautiful too."

You laugh a bit. "Don't make me wait! Do I know them?"

"I hope so because it's you."

You freeze, proceeding what he said.

"Me?"

"Yes, you." He puts his hand on you knee, smiling tenderly. "[Y/N], do you want to date me?"

After being the sweetest best friend, he's now the sweetest boyfriend.

Requests are open!

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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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Art Is Made From Whiskey

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Pairing: GTop

Warnings: None unless you count shitty writing

Word Count: 607

A/N: The whole time I wrote this I had You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore on repeat. I think the kiss scene goes well with the swell of the chorus~

Jiyong shuffled almost silently through the gallery on the second floor of Seunghyun's home. The robe he'd borrowed from said man was dragging behind him, two sizes too big.

Seunghyun used to complain when Jiyong first started borrowing his clothes, but over the years he decided that, actually, Jiyong looked incredibly adorable in oversized hoodies and robes.

Jiyong took a small sip from the tulip shaped glass he was holding, savouring the burn of the whiskey as it went down. His lips twitched as he thought of the cocktails Seunghyun had offered to make him earlier. Adding anything other than whiskey to whiskey was…

“Heresy,” Jiyong mumbled aloud, still shuffling at a slow pace from one painting to the next. If he was being honest, Jiyong wasn't paying particular attention to these artworks. He was looking for one canvas specifically, but he didn't know where Seunghyun had actually placed it - it had been a while since they'd had time off to spend like this and it seemed that Seunghyun had rearranged the entire gallery while Jiyong was away.

Seunghyun followed behind Jiyong, unsure of what he was looking for. Neither of them spoke, but the silence was comfortable. Seunghyun smiled gently every time he looked at Jiyong shuffling about, pausing to glance over a canvas before moving on. The fabric of their robes made hushed noises, each reassuring the other that they were still following one another. Seunghyun took a final sip of his cocktail as Jiyong turned to face him, signature pout already on his lips.

“Where’d you put it?”

“Put what?”

“Our piece…” Jiyong picked at Seunghyun’s robe, avoiding eye contact. Seunghyun chuckled and took Jiyong’s hand in his own before leading him towards the end of the gallery. Sure enough, the massive floral painting that the pair had worked on was hanging on the wall, dominating the atmosphere. Arranged around the canvas were flowers, some local, some exotic.

“Are they real?” Jiyong gestured towards the display. Seunghyun nodded, watching his partner’s reaction carefully. Jiyong’s eyes lit up, and for a moment he looked as if he couldn’t become any happier in his entire life. Then he turned to Seunghyun. Seunghyun could see his lips moving, forming the words “beautiful” and “thank you”, but he couldn’t hear them. Instead, he was awestruck by Jiyong. His smile, his sparkling eyes, the way his hands clutched at each other in excitement. Seunghyun found himself moving closer, invading the younger man’s personal space. Said man still had his attention on the display before them, prompting Seunghyun to gently grip Jiyong’s chin and turn his head before dipping his own, locking their lips in a soft kiss. Jiyong made the smallest noise of surprise, melting into his partner and throwing his arms over Seunghyun’s shoulders.

The pair stayed in place for what felt like hours until eventually, Jiyong pulled away to rest his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder. Seunghyun buried his head into Jiyong’s neck in response, refusing to break even the smallest bit of contact.

Who knows how long the two men stood, swaying slightly, locked in a tight embrace sharing shy looks at one another. Jiyong silently prayed that, just like their painting, the love he felt for Seunghyun would be timeless. Speaking of the painting, he looked over to the display again. The splashes of colour littering the canvas merged and mingled, however, they still stood out as their own individual self. As if holding back from their true intentions of becoming one with the other. Much like himself and Seunghyun, Jiyong mussed. Sighing, he closed his eyes.

Tonight, they were going to forget all their responsibilities.

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[lady-une]

T.O.P/Choi Seung-hyun Stories

🌸 L’amante dei Serpenti (a bigbang mafia au) COMPLETE

Chapter 1 / chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4  / Chapter 5  / Chapter 6  / Chapter 7  / Chapter 8  / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Alternate Ending

🌸 The Devil Made Me (police/murder au)

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🌸 Little Dove (One shot Halloween)

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[loveandturmoil87]

The wedge between us ~ Series masterlist

Theme ~ Friends Au

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Rated ~ Angst/fluff/ a little smut

Status ~ In progress

Summary ~ You hadn't seen him in five years, until you bumped into him one night. After that, he wouldn't leave your thoughts, causing all the painful memories and feelings you hid away to resurface.

A/N ~ Written for @tabis-eyebrows from her request. Love you babe xoxo

Part | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

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[bigbangclappin]

Please, Don’t Go

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun X Reader

Genre: drabble, Mafia au, fluffy?, angsty? 

Word Count: 772

A/N: I’m leaving to visit my dad tomorrow and won’t have my computer for a week and a half. So I felt I owed you guys a little something. I hope you enjoy. 

You woke up to the sound of banging on your front door. Sitting upright in bed with your hand reaching for the knife you had been given as a gift you slowly remove yourself from the blankets.

The banging continues furiously as thoughts race through your mind; your knife would do you no good if the person behind that door had a gun. You just had to be quicker, as you stood before your door the knocking comes to a halt.

“Jagiya let me in!”

Recognizing the voice of your beloved fiance, you removed the deadbolt and threw the door open. Seunghyun nearly took you out as he quickly entered your small flat. He locked you in again before turning to you, taking you by your forearms he pulled you close.

“Oppa what’s the matter?”

He peppered soft but urgent kisses along your face, scaring you so much you gently pushed him away. Running your fingers through his handsome dark hair. You realized then he was soaked to the bone from the pouring rain and his breathing was unsteady. His chest heaving up and down quickly. He had been running. Which could only mean one thing. Something had gone wrong. You could feel your tears burning your eyes.

“I don’t have much time (y/n)-ah listen to me carefully, call Jiyong-ssi for me he’ll know what it’s about. Then I need you to head over to the compound, remove everything from the safe and bring it to this address,” he produced a dampened piece of paper from his pocket and tucked it into your hand lightly, “There you will find a new safe and Youngbae-ya waiting for you. I need you to trust him, he’s going to look after you while I get the rest of this mess sorted out.”

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead he finished his instructions. You felt dumbstruck, it was hard soaking all this in. When merely hours ago he was dropping you off at home from your usual date night. Anger filled you at first and without thinking you smacked him across the face.

“I told you to wait didn’t I?” you snapped your voice thick with emotion, “That it was too soon to retaliate against YG! Goddammit Seunghyun I told you to bide your time and now I might not ever get to see you—”

He silenced you with his lips immediately. Swallowing whatever misplaced anger you had with him with the sincerity behind his kiss. You allowed him to deepen the kiss with his tongue, your hands making their way back to his hair once more. Your tears finally let loose when you understood that this was his way of saying sorry and goodbye.

When he tasted the salt from your tears he broke the kiss and it was silent all but for your joint heavy breathing. “Mianhe Jagi, I know it’s unfair of me to ask you this but please will you wait for me?”

You wanted to scoff did he not know you loved him more than anything this lifetime could ever give you?

Your hands resting on his cheeks eyes locked onto the other’s you nodded, “Always baby.”

He pecked your lips again when police sirens barreled through the quiet of your neighborhood. Seunghyun tensed but ran for the window that led to the firescape. You followed him, afraid to let him go, what if they caught him? He’ll never be able to come back to you.

You watched helplessly as he lifted the storm screen open, putting one long leg over the ledge. You grabbed onto his large hand in a pathetic attempt to keep him here with you for just a little longer.

“Seunghyun—” your voice cracked out his name. “Please don’t go.”

He placed a kiss on the back of your smaller hand, pulling you down for one more kiss. This time it was rushed and clumsy, due to the sirens getting closer.

“I have to,” he breathed out quickly, “I can’t lead them to you. I promise we’ll be together again, just remember what I told you and listen to my men especially Jiyong and Youngbae…”

He placed a soft peck on the palm your hand, “Saranghae (Y/n)-ah.”

And just like that you were left standing in front of your window. Rain pouring in, soaking your wood floors. Watching his tall silhouette fade down your street, sniffling you whispered his words back.

Slamming your storm screen shut followed by the actual glass you went to your nightstand grabbing your cellphone you hit speed dial number two. You were greeted instantly.

“Jiyong oppa it’s me...”

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[eureka-its-zico]

Bad Moon Rising - Chapter One

co-written by @tabi-ears

Scenario: They were raised for only one purpose: to fulfill one man’s desire for ultimate power. What happens when the four of them lose the person who’s kept them chained since infancy? Are they meant to avenge him or start over? Is it possible to be more than what they’ve become? If only the answers were that easy…

A/N: This and 2 other chapters were previously worked on by the both of us. It’s an original idea we came up with one night and decided just to run with it, and is 3rd person based. Finally, it was decided that we would share this with you. Now I do warn you, this story is much darker than anything I’ve previously shared. Please keep an open-mind and have the patience to learn about the characters throughout the progression of the scenario. As always, we thank you for reading! Much love, Jenn & Missy

Genre: Mafia AU

Pairing: Seunghyun x OC, Zico x OC

Disclaimer: Any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners and are only meant to support the story visually for fun. The following chapters have graphic depictions of violence so please be aware.

It was another assignment.

Something to do in the name of the good, the bad, and maintaining that balance in their madness. No one knew how the four of them came to be. The mystery of whether they were plucked  from the streets or snatched from their mothers breasts was something whispered amongst the unsavory characters that feared them. They carried no records of a name: faceless beings that appeared like the boogeyman out the corner of your eye. The only thing certain was that all four of them held the promise of an unmarked grave. These unnamed figures arriving outside the compound an hour ago.

S’s long body relaxed on the hood of the impala releasing a cloud of toxic smoke into the night air; polluting it with villainous thoughts they considered normal. M turned to look at him. Her gaze roaming over his motionless figure and eyes transfixed on the sky. Between the days that consisted of training and plotting out exit strategies he talked loosely if there was such thing as a heaven. S held onto his theories in his soul that allowed him to daydream about entering its like a viking to the gates of Valhalla. If only to destroy it.

The sound of the trunk slamming home alerted M to L’s presence as she rounded the side of the car, duffel bag in hand, and pulled out a pair of leather gloves to slip over her fingers.

“He come back yet?”

M shook her head before she snapped an instructing finger at S to hand over the cigarette. Her cigarette. His head jerked in her direction with eyes blazing a deadly fury at his interrupted thoughts, but M was unmoved.

“We haven’t seen him come back yet. Well, well speak of the devil- “

It was as if the mention of his presence was enough to summon him. The way Ouija boards promise chances of last minute talks with loved ones, only to send something darker in their place.  

Z made his way out of the cloaking darkness of the desert. The moon highlighting strong features that barely softened with the child-like roundness of his face. His eyes reminiscent of a tigers that felt ominous to the point his sharp jaw line and pouty lips did nothing to help make people feel at ease. He was a stark contrast to the statuesque shape of S on the hood of the car. S’s features striking except for a cleaner cut jawline that reminded many of a Roman statue. God-like with his only charm being the grace he gave those to not have to see death in his eyes before he smothered them with a pillow, and silenced them with a trigger.

 Z’s long legs carried him up the slope until he stood a few centimeters away. His chest barely rising at running five miles back leaving the compound far behind. His duffel now empty and discarded at the front tires of the Impala. All except for the explosive charger held in his hand.

“We ready to do this?”

He seemed bored and, more than likely, was. He’d done his part and the need to finish something he believed to be a trivial task blazed in his eyes. S slid off the hood in a graceful movement of limbs until booted feet puffed a cloud of dust from the ground beneath. His hand reached to pull his Browning Hi-Power from its holster to remove the safety and cock a bullet into place.  

“I’ve been ready. I was just stuck waiting on you.”

S moved to the side of the car neglecting the cold stare the younger man sent him. He leaned in through the window and produced a black suit jacket from inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry would you like to be the one to sneak in and place the explosives? I don’t think you’re smart enough- “

“Boys!” L yelled her irritation readable in her voice and features. She handed M her last knife giving her enough time to finish concealing her own weapons. M’s movements swift as she slid the blade home into the wrist holster she’d secured moments ago. “If you’re done arguing we have work to do.”

“Let’s do it then,” S replied coldly.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt under his jacket and moved forward, expecting the other three to follow at his back. A Viking king leading his men to claim Valhalla.

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“How the fuck could you ingrates let this fucking happen!”

All four bodies were kneeling on the floor with hands sprawled out in front of them with their foreheads rested against the cool cement floor.  S in particular remained quiet; his shoulders rigid, as he listened intently to the scolding they deserved. A small river of blood flowing down a jagged line between the four of them from the bullet sized hole that tore through L’s shoulder.

Z’s gaze peaked from the sides of his peripherals to watch her sway against gravity for the fifth time. Her eyelids fluttered open and closed to a rhythmic beat with the obvious war she ragged to stay conscious. The lack of a hand that was previously supporting the wound now leaking at a steady pace. M knew what he was thinking. She always did when it came to how he noticed L, because it was the exact same way she noticed S.  

Her eyes combed up the length of Appa’s body to make sure he wasn’t looking before she reached out to lightly tap Z’s shoulder. His eyes darting over to M just as she shook her head in hopes in their silence he received her message: don’t. Her lips mouthing, “She’ll be okay,” and prayed it was enough to calm her oppa’s nerves.  

“You had one fucking job. ONE! You are supposed to go in undetected! That was the whole fucking point of this goddamn assignment and instead you- “A brutal kick landed on Z’s shoulder sending him flailing back. S’s shoulders noticeably became tenser while he struggled to stay motionless against the urge to protect his dongsaeng. “You fucking idiot! You are supposed to be the smartest, but apparently you are the fucking retard of the group.”

“Appa, I’m sorry- “

“I don’t want to fucking hear it! Because of you L is going to be out of commission and you fucking knew I needed her to make rounds this week. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

The question was rhetorical. No one moved to answer. The only thing the three of them knew was that L was dangerously close to passing out. At the snap of Appa’s fingers two men in lab coats came forward to lift L off the floor. It took everything in Z to not reach out and take L back from them. The worry that housed itself in his gut making him careless.  In the end, Z wasn’t able to fight the twitch his hand gave. Unknowingly, it slid across the floor after the doctor’s and even that small of a movement was enough for Appa to see.  

“What do you think you are doing?”

The factory they called home was large. The width large enough that it would take a dozen men, in a chain with arms outstretched, to reach the other side. Old iron pipes and gunmetal catwalks lined a second floor and only aided in making the cement encased building feel colder. Somehow, within so much space, Appa was able to make those seven words resonate around them. The rage no longer needing to be seen on his face as it suffocated them in fear.

“I just want to make sure she is okay.”

Z knew he sounded weak. The very thought violently rising bile to the back of his throat. L herself would’ve damaged him for his tone alone, but he refused to back down. The choice was already made and, regardless how it ended, he refused to further be a coward and repent.  

Both men knew his words showed weakness, and his hidden meaning exposed. M wanted to move to put herself in front of Appa, to defend Z from the coming blow, but realistically she knew if she did they would all pay the price. The loud crack of the whip resounded off  lifeless walls as Z made no move to block himself or touch the blood leaking freely from his cheek. His face turning violent as it swelled, and heated, until the crimson of his cheeks and liquid matched.  

“You fucking idiot! It is your fuck up that did this to her in the first place. I didn’t make you to be weak, boy. Do I have to send you to isolation? Will that jog your memory of your purpose?”

At the threat of the isolation room everything grew quiet. The tension straining through each of them was the only sound they could hear besides that of their own rushing blood, and L’s dragging feet.  

“Appa.”

Appa’s withered face rested solely on his eldest. His earlier words left frozen in this throat; watching S as he moved to sit up on his knees.  

“If I may, I will take responsibility for him. He is my dongsaeng. Any punishment you wish I shall deliver.”

Appa stood motionless; his tongue rolling around in his mouth as he mulled over S’s offer. Out of all of his children he knew S, his eldest and greatest achievement, would deliver. No matter the cost. His protégé mirroring the same coldness as his own.

Appa made his decision in a second; a sharp nod in agreement while he placed the whip back on the silver tray beside him. His arms crossing behind his back as he took in the remaining three. Eyes watching intently as Z resumed his previous position of bowing at his feet.  

“See to it he gets thirty lashes before the dawn, S. You know what will happen if it is not done.”

“Ye.”

“You are all dismissed.”

The three of them waited for him to exit first before they made a move to get up. The first thing M did was go to Z. Her hand snatching the handkerchief out of S’s jacket pocket to start cleaning at his wound. She’d barely been able to start when Z’s hand gently wrapped around her wrist to stop her. His eyes darkened with guilt as he gave her a childish smile before letting her hand drop to her side.

“I deserve this.”

“It was a mistake.”

“I was in charge of shutting off the alarms. I missed one and L got shot. I accept my punishment: it’s what I deserve.”

“S saying something!”  

M glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes frantically searched his somber expression while he continued to move like nothing was happening. His hand reaching in the inside pocket to produce his lighter. The flame flicked to life moments later sparking the end of his cigarette to glow a perfect cherry red.  

“Go ahead and get some rest,” he commanded. “I’ll be by your room around a quarter to dawn.”

“Ye.”

“S- “M tried to argue but S simply turned to head towards their dorms. A huff of agitated air followed at his back from the woman he’d ignored.

“They’re both like that,” Z mused. “Always leaving before you can get a word in.”

M looked back at her oppa with a wayward smile creasing her lips. She hooked her arm with his and began to walk after S with her partner in tow.  

“Difficult bastards,” she muttered earning her a chuckle from the man beside her.  

_________

It wasn’t until she’d dropped off Z at his dorm, locked in lovesick conversations and regret, that M found her way back to her own. Not in the least bit surprised to find S leaning against the doorframe of his dorm a few doors down. His eyes took in her small frame until his gaze landed on hers. The both of them chained in a silent hell of dancing around what they knew, but couldn’t say.  

“Feelings are dangerous things, M. We have no need for them here.”

“So we’re just supposed to let them wither and die?”

She’d never gotten a response to her question. Just an endlessly growing  list of more that she knew would never be answered. Forever kept silent behind guarded eyes and an even more guarded soul.  

They were magnetic. Dynamic. Passionate. Swallowing each other and the world around them whole. A force to reckon with, hidden behind scorpion tails and bull horns. Two predators, fighting for control within each other. Naturally drawn to one another like magnets on a table.  

Her kindness shocked him because how does one possess that? How did the demons that kept him up at night not get to her? Those demons hushing; becoming dormant once she touched him.  

He believed she was good, even though he dismissed her kindness when the bull was released and her once pure demeanor was filled with rage that could cause hurricanes and topple mountains. Normalcy would swim through his veins because he realized that they were the same. His heart would beat steadily in knowing he wasn’t alone. Their eyes helplessly watching each other’s movements. Pupils dilating, eyelids flickering. Never straying too far.  

They were both so hard. And yet, she was softer. And he admired that. Even when she was covered in bruises and blood leaked from her knuckles she never managed to hate the world. But that purity in which he loved could just so easily slip away once that switch flipped. Taking the lives of others is a guilty task to those who weren’t like him. It took a toll on pure hearts. So he guarded her. He guarded her heart and mind so she wouldn’t end up in the dark like him. One that doesn’t allow you to feel. He wanted to feel what she felt but feared it even more. He loved her. In the most psychotic, possessive way. But she did too. And maybe that was her flaw. That despite his darkness she needed him. 

Natural born Alpha’s who clawed at society’s expectations and norms. Pissing on their enemies and welcoming those who were close to their heart. He had demons, and so did she. They ate away at their brains like maggots on a corpse. Only finding relief in each other, for which they’d kill. 

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She couldn’t remember her family anymore, just that she supposed she had one. There were too many countless nights she’d been lulled to sleep by the soft sound of a woman’s voice reading her bedtime stories. It’d been a memory that ate away at her when she’d first arrived there. Now it haunted her every so often when she tried to find solace in cold sheets and a dirty pillow. Until, finally, the memories of a life before this hell was nothing but a six-year-old’s imagination.  

It was a deadly thing to try and get used too. The first time she’d met the others, there’d been two other children that’d been dropped at the feet of Appa. Three of them that slowly dwindled down to just one with the others never earning the privilege to receive a name. M was sure she actually had a real name before she’d been brought there, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. Her first interaction with L a vivid one. M had made the mistake of thinking another little, but older, girl would be her friend. Someone to lean on and give her comfort. She’d clutched to L as she asked  if she could recall her name, only to be silenced by cold eyes, a busted lip, and instructions to never ask again.  

M could recall the terror she felt the second time Appa made his grand appearance. His words harsh and spitting like hot coals as he informed her and the other children the main rule in his house: You fight or you die. Dread so pure corroded in her veins until her nerves felt fried. The fear seizing hold of her bones and spotting her vision in black stars. Her child’s mind unable to understand before Appa called for S to enter the room. Even at a young age S was impressive. His eyes dark and endless, resembling oblivion, as he glanced over the three of them.  

He’d been Appa’s first child. His golden son who, at twelve years old, was merciless and never questioned an order. He’d been instructed to assist in their training and to show no mercy and to weed out the weak. L only being asked to help him when it was required. Soon, three children dwindled down to be only her. When she thought too long about it, M could remember the sickening sound of the boy, who’d been the same age, cracking in two. The way the body fell like a heavy lump to the dirty stone floor, and the lifeless expression on S’s face as he looked at the small child he’d killed.  

Kill or be killed.  

This was her reality now and there was no room for weakness. M didn’t want to die; she didn’t want to be weak. In the beginning all she could remember was how much she hated him. How her small body shook when he entered a room and cause her chopsticks to fall from between her fingers. How swollen black eyes struggled to scan for his presence in hallways and kitchen. The only reason she felt a semblance of safety was because of  Z.

He’d had a tall  frame even then, but lithe. He’d taken care of her when she’d been too exhausted to get back up after a brutal day of training. Her small body rolled into a fetal position until he picked her up and carried her to bed. When he feed her when her arms were too bruised to move. Later bringing warm water to help ease her muscles and to soak blooded hands.  

M knew her resolve was the only thing that kept her alive besides the kindness of a boy who showed it in secret when he wouldn’t be in danger of getting caught. For the longest, M felt nothing but fear in her heart when she looked over at her oppa and unnie. The both of them always discussing things in private; conversations M felt grown-ups were meant to have. She watched fights between the pair with mystified eyes that someone could ever be close to taking S down. No matter how close L got, however, she never succeeded.  

“They’re not that bad, you know.”

Z offered up one bitter night in a weak attempt to ease her broken soul. It’d been a vicious day of training. Her lack of coordination costing her a beating with a bamboo stick by L at Appa’s request. The older man demanding that she hit hard and harder to the point M thought L would kill her. The punishment brought on by her inability to open up a switchblade. She wasn’t able to keep her hands from shaking causing the blade to tumble to the floor. The flashback enough to make her hands curl in the edges of her pillow in hopes it was enough to smother out the possibility of keeping that shame forever.

“How can you say that? They’re so…mean.”

Mean didn’t feel like an adequate word to be used to describe the two. M wanted to find worse, but her seven-year-old brain couldn’t find one. She only knew that she was starting to hate them.  

Z carefully placed a warm washcloth on her exposed back. It forced a small cry of pain from M’s lips that she silenced against the pillow.  The action left Z to stare down at her with pity, and his hands to fidget in his lap as he struggled to find the right words to comfort her. He knew this routine. He’d been through it himself, and he would’ve lied if he didn’t omit that when the three kids came, he’d been glad. Glad someone else got to suffer with him when it came to his hyung.  

“It’s hard to explain. They’re only like that because of Appa. He has a lot of expectations.”

“What does he want? I just want to go home.”

“This is your home now and, if you want to live, you better start realizing that.”

The arrival of a third voice left them both startled. M’s head whipped up from her pillow while Z already   stood to drop down at the edge of the bed and bow repeatedly in apology. The shadow of L’s figure in the doorway held the same imposing threat as S’s. She was only ten but, with her arms crossed and making her entrance, M could’ve sworn she was colossal.  

“Why are you in here?”

“I…noona…I just came t-t-to- “

“You know Appa will have you whipped if he catches you stuttering,” she interrupted. “You promised him you were working on it.”

“Yes, noona,” Z replied back. Another bowing fit hitting him reminding M of a toy on a spring.

“No one wants you here! Go away!”

M didn’t regret the fire in her small voice. She didn’t want to see L or S’s stupid faces ever again but, unfortunately for her, L didn’t seem to care. If anything it only brought her attention back to her.  

“I came in here to tell you that I decided to help you.”

The information wasn’t what she’d expected and M felt the surprise widen her eyes. Her mouth grown slack as she asked meekly, “Why?”

“I like you. You have courage. But you have to get better, if you don’t, Appa will get rid of you.”

M didn’t need to ask what she meant by, “Get rid of.” She’d seen how Appa handed over guns to S and directed him to shoot kneeling men asking for second chances. How S pulled the trigger like he was just stepping on a bug or killing a rodent that entered a home.  

The following weeks were spent with L teaching her the easiest way to do things. Taking the time with M to run around obstacle courses she’d created just to work on her agility and speed. Showing her the most effective moves that blocked blows and to think quickly on your feet by searching for makeshift weapons. More often than not M would end up catching a blow that sent her spiraling down to the floor. L always there with an extended hand to pick her up and push her forward.  

When it came time for her next sparring session with S she’d noticeably gotten better: landing a surprising hit that actually sparked shock in his  eyes and a piercing shout of joy from Appa. M allowed her happiness at landing her first blow to overtake her, and it made her blind. Not realizing that spark of surprise she’d caused turned deadly. She didn’t get a chance to correct her error. One minute, she was victorious, and the next M was knocked on her back, her lungs screaming for air, and S’s fist raised back strike down at her face.  

Before he could land the hit, L was there spinning him around, and earning the punch meant for her. The hit landing solid against her nose causing L to stagger back and fall to her knees. A steady flow of blood seeping between her fingers as she held her hand protectively over her face.

“That’s enough!”

At Appa’s words everyone grew still. Their bodies waiting like toy soldiers for him to direct them into action. M couldn’t remember much except the proud smack on her back she’d received from him. She knew somewhere in there he instructed someone to take L to the infirmary to have her nose looked at. That Z was watching her be led away by men in black suits.

After that day M felt like she’d earned S’s respect in some way, but it didn’t stop the brutality of his training sessions. Time continued to age them, and yet, it didn’t change the fact S remained untouchable. It wasn’t until her sixteenth birthday when L surprised her with a cupcake with a tiny candle that she felt brave enough to ask questions.  

“How long has S been here?”

M didn’t think she would receive an answer. The look of mirth on L’s face slowly ebbed away until she turned to look out at the atrium in the center of their industrial home. The only  bit of green they saw unless instructed to go out to run an “errand” for Appa. It seemed like she would never answer. Until she did.

“He was the first one here,” L spoke softly. “They say he’s Appa’s real son, because he’s been here since he was a baby.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

M’s innocent question seemed to spark a brutal storm. L’s face hardening to the point M couldn’t stand to keep her gaze locked with a dead woman’s eyes. So she shrugged in an attempt to play innocent and looked out over the atrium. She needed that moment to get rid of the look her sister still had that sent shivers down her spine. In her mind, M believed that what they were was a family. Past things like meeting an acquaintance or friend. Simple words too light when you were bonded over a lifetime of blood and broken bones.

“I don’t mean to upset you, unnie. It’s just no one ever talks about it.”

“Your curiosity is going to cost you one day.” L let out a heavy sigh before taking a long pull from her cigarette. “You and Z, both.”

At the mention of the younger oppa M’s  lips quirked up remembering the last time her and Z shared their usual late night talks in her room. How the boy never realized he’d been rambling on and on about L. Both of them stuck at home while their elders were off doing something Appa wouldn’t allow them to join in just yet.

“You’ve got to earn your place.”  

M could vividly recollect the sound of L’s struggle to carry in a half unconscious S. The smell of wet grass and copper spilling into the conjoining rooms and above. L’s soft grunts the bread crumbs M and Z needed to find the two of them perched in the center of the main building. S’s chest exposed with L pressing large gauze against his stomach that blossomed red. There was no doubt in her mind that they’d been talking in hushed tones. At first, M wasn’t able to tell what about until she ignored Z’s urgent hand gestures to return to the safety of their dark corner and cautiously move further down the stairs.

“…you were careless…”

“What do you want from me?”

“How about to pay goddamn attention next time?”

“You’re forgetting who’s in charge here.”

Even from a distance S’s low timber rattled her bones and M felt the urge to bow to his authority. To apologize for L’s careless words, but to M’s amazement, L didn’t budge.. Instead, she met his cold eyes with her own. Her hands completely stopping from bandaging up the wound to reach out and take hold of his face.

“Hyung, we’ve been through much, you and I. You’re the one that taught me feelings are useless; they’re dangerous. Do you mean to tell me you suddenly no longer believe that?”

M never got to hear his reply because Z’s sudden sneeze alerted the two of them they weren’t alone. Their eyes actively scanning the outer rooms of darkness that the two youngest used to cloak themselves until they were back to the safety of their dorms. Ever since that night, M felt her curiosity grow to the point she couldn’t contain it any longer.  

“I was two, I think.” L spoke through a cloud of smoke. Her eyes squinting as she stubbed out her cigarette.  

M nodded her head trying to hide the small smile of victory she felt at getting her unnie to answer. It was always like pulling teeth to get S or L to do anything, really.  

“Z told me he came here when he was six. Like me.”

“That’s true. Maybe that’s why you’re both a pain in the ass.”

“We’re close. Like you and S hyung.” M’s curiosity ignited again and she was unable to stop herself as she eyed L. “Have you and S ever…”

L looked confused until realization flew her doe eyes wide and disgust scrunched up her nose.

“Oh god no. What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t know. I mean you’ve both been here the longest so- “

“Let me impart some wisdom with you that S has shared with me, M: Feelings have no place in what we do. They’re a danger to people like us.”

“But you love me.”

It was amazing how much L could remind her of S sometimes. How L’s once light exterior could become so callous and reserved in the literal blink of an eye. M watched as it happened then, as L’s hand moved to scoop up her cigarettes and she stood to leave her.

“I don’t love you. Your family, M and we take care of our own.”

_________

“Try again. Try harder.”

As the months and years passed, M was allowed to go out on more assignments, but with more assignments came more training. With that training came time spent with S and she wondered how she could go from absolutely loathing someone to wanting to understand them. The boy he’d been had grown into an even deadlier man. The deadliest, and cruelest thing, M felt since her teenage years was how handsome the cosmos had made him.  

She always assumed it’s what was part of his charm; what made it so easy for both he and L to gain access to parties meant for only the beautiful and the rich. What made her believe that maybe the two of them were closer than everyone thought. Beautiful people flock together, didn’t they?  

Even into adulthood M felt a little awkward. The only confidence she found was in her ability to wield blades of any make and style. How easily she could make the steel become an extension of her body and slice through the air with an accuracy that few could ever hope to possess. The greatest gift she’d received was on her 21st birthday. A katana greeting her when she’d walked into her room. All the bullshit forgotten as the duffel slipped free from her hands and her feet sprinting to her gift. Her palms cradled it with care as her fingers danced over the woven horsetail braids that laced around the handle. The sound of the blade being removed from the sheath slicing through the quiet of the room until the steel glinted in the rough fluorescent light.  

M thought it must have been from Appa; who else could afford such a gift? But the sound of feet shuffling at her door, the person that stood there, instantly made her think otherwise. S leaned against the frame with his arms tucked securely against his chest. He watched her with interest, his gaze skimming over the blade in her hands.  

“You like it?”

“I love it.”

He grunted out, “Good,” before turning on his heel to retreat from her dorm. M’s head now filled with more questions than answers. It wasn’t until their next sparring session that M started to realize just what was going on.  

He’d knocked her off her footing with a hard elbow to the face giving barely any time to right herself before he advanced.  

“Try again. Try harder.”

M swung out blindly, a distraction that he easily took, and used her distraction to her advantage. Her knee coming up to land a solid hit in his kidney. The opposite leg moving up to hit the other side while she anchored herself. M  followed up the blows with an elbow to the back of his neck. It caused him to hunch over just enough for her to continue landing blows onto his back. Even M knew it was a weak shot; her arms unable to reach anything vital at his sides. It didn’t take S long to recover. It never did.

Before she could prepare herself for his attack he’d had his arms around her waist, lifted her off the floor, and slammed her down hard on the padded mat of the gym floor. Her legs struggled to find good placement to aid her in gaining the upper hand in their game of dominance. The two of them moving in a death roll with neither of them able to stay on top for long. Finally, as it always happened, S bested her and M found him on top with her arms pinned above her head. She wasn’t sure if it was just the heat of the moment or the added rush of adrenaline that caused her to be so brave. Whether it was bravery or foolishness M was never quite sure, but she held no regrets when she leaned forward and kissed him. It didn’t feel foolish when he kissed her back. In that moment all M could feel was his hand moving to cup her face and a tongue tracing across her lips and exploring what she was willing to give.

Just as fast as it started it had ended. He was off of her in a flash and bolting for the door leaving her behind to watch his retreat. The only person she could tell was Z, because she was more than sure S was probably off telling L. The two of them going over their mantra of, “Love has no place here; feelings get you killed,” until it turned them blue in the face.

It’d been months since that incident, but S’s lips left a stain on her own that she couldn’t shake. His already guarded exterior turned impenetrable around her. The only time she’d been able to read him when he watched over her on their shared assignments: he defended her when she never asked.

_________

The smoke of his cigarette lingered around him creating a mask that hid him partially from view. He hadn’t moved from his position against the doorframe and he wouldn’t enter his dorm until she was safely inside. The both of them staring through a void that shared in their unsaid words and frustrations. The conversation they’d shared months ago replaying like a broken record.

“It isn’t foolish to love someone.”

“I can’t love you, M. Beauty has no place around a man who only knows how to destroy it.”

At the time M wanted nothing more than to argue with him. To somehow believe anything she could say would be enough to convince him that he was capable of being more. The cold reality, however, was that their life was breed for chaos. How could they ever believe they were capable of more than that.

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[noonachronicles]

A Dance with the Devil

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Light cursing, mild blasphemy. 

Genre: Fluff?/Humor?/Fantasy?

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but I’ve never been very good at keeping to that word count restriction tbh. Requested by Anon, #24 (24. “I’m sorry? You’re telling me you’re supposed to be the Devil? … Funny, you look nothing like I’d imagined.”) & Tabi. This is the first thing I’ve written in almost a year. So sorry if it’s terrible, but also not sorry because this is the first thing I’ve written in almost a year and I’m over the moon that I was finally able and inspired enough to finish a thing. I genuinely hope y’all enjoy though! 

It was supposed to have been a relatively sunny day. The first day in what felt like weeks that you wouldn’t need to carry around your umbrella along with everything else. However, it seemed that the weather was a fairly fickle bitch.

You’d only been strolling around downtown for a couple hours when you felt the first drips crash down on your head. The dark clouds rolling over the tops of the skyscrapers of the city quickly. As grey gloom filled the sky, it filled your mood as well. Before you could make it to the closest metro entrance the rain was really pouring down. Unprepared, you had to stop, and dipped quickly into the nearest shop. Observing quickly that it was a record shop you smiled, it was probably a store you would have stopped in anyway.

Convenient, you’d thought to yourself. You started to the right. Flipping through the large cardboard packages to find a cover that could catch your eye. Music was playing over the store speakers, a trippy, rock song from the 60’s. The air in the shop smelt like sandalwood and vanilla incense. You hadn’t noticed anyone else in the shop yet, so you assumed the owner must be someone much older.

Still shuffling through old records you imagined him clearly. A salt and pepper head of hair, mostly salt, pulled back into a ponytail that hung down his back. An old Led Zeppelin T-shirt that used to be black, but was now gray. Much like his hair. A pair of old jeans with holes that they’d earned not holes that had been predesigned. You filed the image away and smiled to yourself, hoping you’d be right.

The music playing in the store, in various genres and from various decades, along with the countless records to keep you company kept you from checking the time. You’d had no idea how long you’d been in the shop and had forgotten all about the fact that you’d still yet to see a single other person. You had several records in your arms and were nearly halfway through the store when one of your favorite songs started playing.

There was something about soul songs. It never really mattered where you were or what kind of mood you were in. Your body would just involuntarily start to move. Something barely noticeable at first, just a bop of your head, and then it moved through you. A roll of your shoulders, a pop of your hips. Stevie Wonders’ Superstition was almost halfway over when your realized you were full blown dancing down the middle row of the store. The words of the song falling from your lips. You felt okay about it, there still wasn’t anyone around, so it wasn’t hurting anyone for you to enjoy yourself.

“Very superstitious… nothing more to say...” you sang lightly, as you bopped your way down the aisle and then back, “very superstitious… the devil’s on his way.”

You dropped your bags, from the other stores you’d been at on the ground and began to spin, holding the records you’d grabbed close to your chest, feeling the song. Eventually the song finished, as they often did, with your unabashed dancing finishing with it. You let out a puff of air as you looked down to collect your bags. That’s when the clapping came from somewhere up above. You looked up to see a loft that you had genuinely not noticed at all the entire time you’d been there.

The sight of another human startled you and you jerked back, bumping into the row of records, dropping the ones that had been in your hands. An incredibly handsome man was leaning over the railing, clapping as he smiled down at you. He looked nothing like the old, rocker, record shop owner you’d dreamt up, not in the least. This man, this handsome young man. He was tall, long, lanky. He looked both very big and intimidating, and yet somehow fragile and precious as well. A smirk lingered on his lips, one of his thick, dark eyebrows was perked up in amusement. His eyes were more than you could handle, even from as far away as he was. He was looking at you, of course, but it was more than that. It felt like he was absorbing you completely, so much that you had to look away. Your feet seemed like a more appropriate subject to stare at.

“I’m so sorry.” you said shakily. “I didn’t realize there was anyone else here.”

“You didn’t think there would be some sort of employee...in a store?” he asked, with a clear lightheartedness.

You dared to look back up at him. You weren’t sure of what you’d been hoping for but he was still just as handsome as before. Now his smirk was a full smile and you were melting. “I figured someone would be here. I guess I just forgot about it, since I had been here so long and hadn’t seen you.”

“Well don’t stop on account of me.” he shrugged standing up to his full height, you knew that even if he were standing in front of you, you’d still be looking up at him.

“Excuse me?” you said finally leaning down and grabbing the records you’d dropped.

“Dancing.” he grinned down at you before turning around to do something else. His voice still carried down to you, “Dance harder even. And you could sing louder, there’s no harm in it.”

“I don’t- I’m not going to dance in front of a stranger.” you scoffed. “Now that I know you’re here.”

“Why not?” he asked turning back around, peering over the railing, “Where are you from?”

“Where am I from?” you asked confused.

“That was the question I asked.” he nodded.

You sighed, “I’m...from here.”

“Oh,” he exclaimed,  as if surprised, “I had assumed maybe you came from that little town in Footloose.”

���Hah. Hah.” you said sarcastically as you turned back to the records.

“I’m serious. What’s your favorite song to dance to?” he asked, “No, nevermind. I got it.”

You flipped through two or three more records. The store music had stopped playing and you could hear shuffling up in the loft. Then you sighed, your curiosity becoming too much, and you looked back up.

“Got it!” He exclaimed from somewhere out of view.  

“You broke my heart 'cause I couldn't dance. You didn't even want me around…”  the song by The Contours began and your eyes widened slightly.

The man, whose name you still did not know, popped back into view. A smile that showed just how pleased he was with himself spread across his face. You watched half mortified as he started to shimmy down a set of stairs that lined the wall. He kicked his long legs out in a less than graceful manner, stopped halfway down the stairs to stick his butt out and shake it unceremoniously, and then hopped down several others. You covered your mouth, your laugh, as he continued on. Shaking his hips, throwing his limbs all over the places with little to no coordination.

“What are you doing?” you asked, as he reached the row you were in.

“What you should be doing. Dancing.” he grinned, he twisted his hips with every step he took, getting closer and closer to where you stood.

You shook your head no, “I don’t know what that is, but it’s not dancing.”

Now, standing just in front of you, he plucked the records from your hands and put them on the shelf before grabbing your hands in his.  With too much enthusiasm he made you twist with him to the song, “Anything can be dancing if you believe hard enough.”

So began your casual and strange friendship with Seunghyun. It was relatively more relaxed now. Although he still, and often, made you dance with him in public. You’d gotten used to it. Not comfortable per say, but you knew it was going to happen and that there was no stopping it where he was concerned.

As the months you spent together turned to years, he became much less intimidating than he was that first day. You still thought he was handsome, it was likely that you always would, but he was more than that now. He was kind of a dummy, which was your favorite part, your bingu. He was silly and had this willingness to look like an idiot in front of others that was so uncommon in other people. He just didn’t care what anyone thought about him. You envied it, mostly because you knew that the freedom he got from not caring was what made him so happy.

He also became a great friend to you. Supporting you in every endeavor, talking you through plans and ideas, stoking the fires of all of your passions where others never really seemed to care. Seunghyun also seemed to have a unnatural knack at knowing when a guy you were dating was a piece of garbage. Or you just seemed to have an unnatural knack at only finding men who were garbage and he knew that about you. He talked you out of staying in bad relationships for too long and always seemed to know how a guy would end up disappointing you. He was also the first one, every time, to suggest you get back into the game. Rooting for you, knowing someday you’d find the perfect person.

Sitting across from Seunghyun one afternoon at your favorite cafe, you’d become pretty certain you did find the perfect person. He was sitting leaned back in his chair, one long leg crossed over the other, the Sunday paper unfolded in his hands. You were sure he was single handedly keeping print news alive, the grandpa. Just another thing to love about him really, as you sat with your paperback book open on your lap, unread for the last half hour.

Over the paper you could just see his coiffed hair and the tips of his big ears. On the table sat his half full cup of coffee and a plate with just the top of his muffin. He’d already eaten the rest, he just liked to save the top for last. Your plate was just crumbs by now and your coffee was nearing its end.

“Hey…” you said grabbing his attention. You put your book in the bag at your side.

Seunghyun folded his paper and placed it next to his coffee. He turned his body towards you. Giving you his full focus, as he always did. He smiled, “What’s up?”

“Do you remember the other day,” you paused to take a nervous breath, “we were talking about how I liked this guy. You told me to just get over my fear and ask the guy if he wants to go out sometime?”

“Yeah, of course.” He popped the entire muffin top in his mouth like it was a grape and chewed for a moment. You watched his sharp jaw work as he maneuvered the pastry so it was in one cheek, making him look like half a chipmunk. “Oh! Did you do it?”

You gave a small smile, watching a few crumbs fall from his lips to somewhere in his lap. “Not yet. Um, well, you see… It’s you.”

“Who’s me?” he asked absentmindedly grabbing his coffee mug and taking a gulp to clear his mouth of muffin.

“The guy. The one I like, it’s you. Maybe would you want to go out sometime?”

You watched as he lifted his face to you, watched as his eyebrows went from creased in confusion to raised in understanding. His mouth fell into a sort of ‘o’ shape and then he just stared.

“Ah, yes. My biggest fears realized.” you nodded, trying to ignore the burning embarrassment in your chest.

“No! It’s not…” he sighed uncomfortably, “I really like you. That’s why I spend so much time with you, you’re maybe the only person I do like, on the whole planet.”

“But…” you interrupted.

He tapped his long fingers on the table trying to find the right words to say, “However, there are just some things about me you don’t know, that you wouldn’t like. There are reasons we can’t be together, without you making some major sacrifices. I wouldn’t want you to waste your time on me.”

“Sure, Seunghyun, it’s fine. Whatever. Let’s just pretend this moment never happened.” you said rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious! I -” he paused, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth for a second in genuine contemplation.

He leaned forward and used his stupidly large hand to bekon you closer. Suddenly, you realized, everything about him that had made butterflies flutter in your belly moments earlier, seemed annoying to you now. You leaned forward despite that.

“What?” you said with a little more bite than necessary.

“I’m... the devil. As in Satan.” he leaned back a little to check your reaction.

Your face remained completely stoic as you processed the confession. Then came a small smirk, that grew into a full smile, and then before he knew it you were leaned back in your chair laughing hysterically. You clutched at your chest, desperate for air. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks. Seunghyun sat forward in his chair, elbows on his knees as he watched your reaction intently.

“Ohhh,” you said finally able to gasp in a couple of satisfying breaths, “that was good. That was really good.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“I mean, I’m sorry? You’re telling me you’re supposed to be the devil?...Funny, you look nothing like I imagined.”

“How did you imagine I would look?” he asked, you assumed, still playing along with his bit.

“Hornier. More horny? Having more horns.” you casually, verbally processed your thoughts, “and you’re missing a tail for sure.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the saying devilishly handsome?” he asked framing his perfect face with his hands.

“Sure, but you can’t dance for shit.” you pointed out.

“What- what the hell does that have to do with anything, number one. And number two, yes I can!” he argued.

“There’s that other saying as well, dance with the devil?”

He shook his head looking a little annoyed, “That’s not what that saying means.”

“Oh?” you thought about it for a moment, and chuckled. “Oh!”

“There we go.”

“Well, anyway. I’ve been rejected, not a lot but enough, and that was the most unique excuse by far. So, congratulations on that I guess.”

“It’s not an excuse. I really am Lucifer. The Fallen.” he almost looked genuinely offended, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah, okay.” you said sarcastically, “I believe you.”

“Don’t wink at me!” he whined, “I’ll take you to hell right now!”

“Oh yeah? You’ll take me to hell?” you smirked.

“Yes!”

“You’ll take me right on down and give me a tour? Show me where the magic happens?” you snickered.

Seunghyun stood, frustrated and slammed his palms flat on the table before shouting, “It’s not a joke! I am the devil!”

The entire cafe turned toward your table, save for a guy near the door with his headphones obviously up too high. Seunghyun didn’t even care, he just looked down at you, fuming. His big ears pink at the tops. Not bending at all to his display you grabbed your iced coffee and placed the straw at your lips. You took a long, exaggerated sip and then placed the cup back down, never breaking eye contact.  

“You done, Luci?” you asked calmly.

He sat back down and sighed, “I am the devil.”

“So what if you are?” you asked, his eyes shot up to look at you like you were a mad woman. “The devil wasn’t even that bad. In most cultures he’s not some evil entity, just so you know. And even if you looked at it from religions that do consider him evil it’s because he questioned God, and what’s so wrong with that? Shouldn’t we always question authority? Don’t those in power just want to stay in power? Of course God would make him out to be some asshole, he was coming for his throne.”

Seunghyun smiled lightly at your words as you continued on, “Even if you were the devil, that just means that the devil is actually also very funny, and smart and he’s kind. That would just make him supportive, and passionate. It would mean he’s incredibly handsome, and a horrible dancer. But also the kind of guy that does it anyway because it makes him happy. And shouldn’t we all just do the things that make us happy?”  

With very little warning, Seunghyun stood up and leaned his long body over the small cafe table. He grabbed your face between his two big hands and kissed you, hard. He sucked your lip like he was sucking up your soul and you wanted him to. You lifted your hands to cup his face. His jaw sharp on the palm of your hand, his hair tickling the tips of your fingers. You groaned in disapproval as he pulled away and sat back down. You took several seconds, eyes closed, rubbing your lips together. Giving your spirit time to float back into your body before looking across the table.

“Add kissing to the list of reasons the devil isn’t so bad.” Seunghyun smiled, but the look on his face was still quite serious.

“What if- “ he held up a finger to stop whatever snarky comeback you’d opened your mouth to say. “Just let me finish.”

Placing your thumb and pointer finger together, you zipped your mouth shut. You’d hear him out. He was, after all, very committed to this joke.

“If I was really the devil, would you still be interested in that date?”

“It depends, is the Prince of Darkness looking for something long term or just a hook-up?” you asked.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

“With you?” he said eyeing you as you sat before him, he smiled again, “Long term. The longest term. Eternity.”

A blush bloomed across your cheeks, he was so cheesy. “Then yes, I would still be interested in that date”.

“Okay.” Seunghyun gave a deep sigh and stood up. He reached his hand out to you, waiting for you to accept.

“Where are we going?” you asked standing up and grabbing your bag before dropping your hand in his.

“I have something to show you.”

You kept pace with his long stride as he walked you to the door of the cafe. With your hand in his, trusting his direction, you looked inside your bag to check for your essentials. Phone, keys, and wallet. Just to be sure before you go too far away from the cafe that you had them. You heard the ding of the bell hanging from the door of the cafe as you dug your free hand in the bag to feel for your wallet. Seunghyun had stopped walking and you stopped by his side, still shuffling through your things until you finally found the wallet. Content that you had all your things you looked up for the first time since leaving the table.

“Unholy shit.” you muttered, your eyes widening at the sight.

Instead of the city street you’d been expecting there was a massive castle made out of what you thought looked like obsidian. Large towers surrounding the castle held orbs of flame in red, orange, blue and white suspended in the air above them. Somehow this place was both everything you had imagined hell would be and nothing at all like it. It wasn’t just all black skies and fire pits. There was a softness to it, it felt like an endless sunset streaked across the sky above you. The temperature was not uncomfortable and the mere fact that you’d had that thought made you laugh to yourself.

Turning around you realized the door to the cafe was gone. In its place was a large stretch of mostly desolate land. Trees with large trunks and long, thin branches, were peppered across the land like the graveyard of a forest, and all that was left was skeletons. Further away you could make out sharp peaked mountains. You turned back to Seunghyun, half expecting him to turn into the red horned caricature he was often portrayed as, but he wasn’t. He was still him. Still handsome in his black, button down covered in red polka dots and his tight black jeans.

“Okay, you’re the devil.” you said, “I believe you.”

“Are you scared?” he asked, “I can bring you back.”

You looked at him for just a second before squeezing his hand that was still holding yours. “I’m not scared, and I don’t want to go back.”

“You want the tour then?” he asked with a shy smile and you nodded enthusiastically, how many people could say they’d had the chance?

As he walked you up a long path to the obsidian castle you asked, genuinely curious, “Why the record store?”

“You don’t know already?” he asked, “I love to dance.”

#Choi Seunghyun Scenario #Big Bang scenario #kpop scenario #TOP Scenario #Request #completed request #prompt challenge

[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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feel again: ten

feel again

It was becoming harder and harder to live with Rhian. I didn’t hate having her here, in fact, I was glad she was here, problem was, I was getting used to having her here. And my feelings? The one that I thought I buried, were back full force and I didn’t even know where to place myself. There were only 2 days left before we embarked on our tour for our China leg.

Thankfully, we didn’t have any work lined up in China except for our concerts. I’ve missed doing assignments, but it was a nice break.

This type of thing could take a toll on you.

To enjoy my last few days off, Rhian and I decided to cook dinner and just have a day off from the world. Just the two of us, cooking together and drinking. Seung Ri tried to invite himself, but he should know how much I value my alone time with her. I’ve been selfish with Rhian, but could anyone blame me?

After her confession yesterday, I understood her better. The way she was, it wasn’t due to the fact of all the people she had killed, it was cause of her child. She lost something so dear to her and instead of having the person you love by your side to support you; Victor abandoned her.

I already hated the guy, but after what I heard, I would pull the trigger with no hesitation. No one hurts Rhian, not if I can help it.

His mother had a bullet with her name on it too.

I may act with my emotions, but that’s due to the fact that instead of weakening me, it is my drive, my motivation. Emotions played such a big part in our music and in some strange ways, it played such a big part in our missions as well.

Amelia seemed to have this crazy idea that emotions made you weak, but it made you stronger. Your emotional connection to people kept you sane, kept you from going to the deep end. We all heard about Amelia’s story, how she killed with no qualms and how she became the top agent in Maquina. I would never want that on anyone, especially Rhian. It seemed that Rhian was almost there, but she was reeled back in.

Whoever did it, bless their fucking soul.

Currently, Rhian was in the kitchen cooking and I was out on the patio, taking a cigarette break. She hated the fact I smoked, she always had, but she never tried to bug me about it. I looked back at her and I noticed she’s been on her phone much more often than before. I never tried to pry on her privacy, but I just found it weird.

She wasn’t acting different, but whenever she was on her phone, I could tell it was a serious matter because her face was just void of emotions. She would call Juno, walk out of the room, and then come back like nothing happened.

I tried not to question her, I know she would tell me when she wanted to.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t dying to know what the hell was going on.

I joined her in the kitchen, sitting by the counter and watching her as she concentrated on the task before her. Rhian was a good cook, but she was boasting how she got better. I challenged her to prove it and here we were now. With me watching her cook and I relaxed.

Watching the scene before me, it pinched my heart since this was what I always wanted with Rhian. It was what I dreamed. That we would be together, with her living with me, her waiting for me to come home or whatnot since if she was a teacher, she would be home way before me, and we would just spend our time together.

I love Rhian so much and as much as I would like to say the ship has sailed, it hasn’t.

She thought of herself as a monster, but she wasn’t, I saw her as someone who went through hell and back, now she was trying to recover. No matter what she thought, she was still the same person, more mature, more experienced, but the same person.

“You never liked to cook,” I said to her as she concentrated on cutting the fish in front of her.

“I lived alone during college, you either learn or rely on fast food.” She smirked. “I relied on fast food, but whenever we did a physical activity in the academy, I would become out of breath too quickly. I began to eat better and work out as well.”

“Michael didn’t stay with you?” This was a good way to truly find out what happened between the two.

“He was always away with Amelia, he was a crucial part of her team so he was gone often.” Rhian cut up the fish so smoothly that she was either professional with knives or really liked sashimi.

“You two seem to be off course.”

She placed the knife down then, wiping her hands with the towel beside the cutting board. Shrugging her shoulders she spoke, “I think you’re reading too much into it.”

“You think I am or you just don’t want to talk about it? Come on Rhian, I want to know about you. I’ve told you so much about me, it makes me feel like a terrible friend to not know what’s going on with you.”

She sighed, sitting beside me. “My brother and I are not as close as before. Victor drove a wedge between us due to my brother’s disapproval of him.”

“No one is ever good enough for you in your brother’s eyes.” I should know, Michael never thought I was good enough for Rhian. At first, he was okay with me, but I think he noticed the shift of my feelings towards Rhian. That’s when he became less approving of me. He didn’t want us to be alone, but their aunt was always able to talk him down.

“I know, but this was after the whole miscarriage.” Rhian was tapping her fingers on the counter, a habit she did when she was talking about something that made her nervous, something that she was unsure of how to approach. “When Victor changed, he didn’t exactly hold back in front of my brother. If anything, he became distant with my brother as well. He became reckless and was causing problems. My brother wanted me to take care of him since he knew too much, and I couldn’t do it.”

“Michael would tell me how I was able to kill all these other people yet, I couldn’t kill a threat like Victor.” Rhian continued. “I understood his concerns, but I always believed that he wouldn’t be idiotic enough to actually and try to cross Maquina.”

“How was Victor a threat?”

“He knew of Maquina and the Leon’s connection. More than once, he had threatened that he may slip and reveal things to our enemies, to the Leon’s enemies. He knew too much about Maquina too, cause of me.” Rhian halted the tapping of her fingers and now intertwined her fingers in a prayer like formation. “Victor was so harmless before I came into his life.”

“You can’t possibly think that, he was a part of a crime organization.” She was an idiot for even suggesting that. If you’re a part of a crime organization, it’s basically in your DNA,you weren’t harmless. Maybe less threatening than others, but he was not harmless.

“He was never truly one of us till you came along.” She recited that sentence as if it was a mantra.

“What?”

“It’s what Raymond Leon told me once,” Rhian said with a bitter smile. “I made Victor criminal organization material.” She chuckled then. “He was terrible, like one of those disposable goons in a movie. But with my influence, I made him a crime lord.”

“After you miscarried, his behavior amplified?”

“Yes, he was beginning to make too much noise and the government did not like it.”

“What did you do since you didn’t choose to kill him?”

“I tried to talk him down,” Rhian stood up again and I knew this method. She was going to try and distract herself so she didn’t have to talk about this anymore. And for once, I’ll let her run. This was supposed to be a good night. I shouldn’t have pushed.

“Baby, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” she gave me a smile. “Michael told me I should talk to you about this, I’ve never exactly tried to talk to anyone about those terrible years after the miscarriage.”

“Is that when you’re kill rate increased?”

She simply nodded her head, opening the over to check on the chicken she was baking. “It becomes easy.” Closing the over door once more, she placed the sashimi onto a plate.

“What does?”

“Killing people.”

“I know,” I always thought killing people would be difficult and it was, in the beginning. But the more lives I took, the easier it became. It was second nature at this point. I didn’t revel with my actions, but I knew it was a necessary evil.

She looked at me once again as she slid over the plate over to me. One of the most captivating things about Rhian was her eyes. Once she made eye contact with you, she held it and it was so hard to look away from her. Her hazel green eyes were so different for me. It wasn’t the best thing about her, but it definitely got my attention the first time we met. Ever since then, she had me hooked and I honestly don’t know how I could ever part from her.

Not that I wanted too, but it didn’t seem feasible. These past few years, my feelings became dormant, they were there, but it did not make too much noise. Now, it was screaming and I know it won’t stop. I was a fool to think they’ve gone away.

The way I felt about her, it’s not one of those things that you could just brush aside and forget in a few years. They always say the person you love would always have a part of you. She always had a part of me and I don’t want it back, if anything, I want to have a piece of her.

It was a weird dynamic. There were times that I felt that maybe we had a chance and there were other times that I wanted to slap myself for even thinking that something could happen between us.

“Are you dating Simon-sshi?” My question obviously threw her off since she dropped the spoon that she was using to taste the Galbitang.

“What?” She let out once she regained her composure.

“I noticed how you reacted the first night we met again when your brother and Justin informed you that Simon was coming. Is he an ex? Or someone you’re currently dating?”

“No, lack of a better term, he’s my fuck buddy.”

“Excuse me?” Rhian never liked the fuck buddy type of relationship, I should know, she judged me when I had one. Now that she has one, I had an urge to call her a hypocrite, but at the same time, for what? She was an adult who was allowed to partake in such activities even if it made me jealous.

“You know what a fuck buddy is, you’ve had some during your hay day,” the teasing tone in her voice slightly made the situation better.

“Just never expected for you to have one,” I watched as she picked up the spoon she dropped and she placed it in the sink. Then it hit me, we were fuck buddies. Well, not really, cause she never wanted to label us as such. She stated I was her teacher and I was teaching her how to have sex. Not sure what that even meant, but she was adamant we were not fuck buddies.

“Is this a double standard situation cause I swear to god, I’m going to punch you at your throat.”

I laughed at her words, shaking my head. “No, of course not. When we were younger, you gave me such flack for having a fuck buddy, I’m surprised you would have one now.”

“Simon’s a good looking guy, I’m not looking for a relationship and neither is he. We know our boundaries and stick to them.” I studied her then, just making sure she wasn’t trying to throw me off her trail, but she wasn’t, she was being truthful. “After Victor, my perception on relationships are fucked up, I much rather keep my baggage to myself.”

“Some people don’t mind the baggage, isn’t the point of a relationship to work through your issues together?” I was obviously reaching, but I couldn’t help it.

She raised an eyebrow at me then, a sly smirk appearing on her lips. “I don’t think that counts if the issue is prior the start of said relationship.”

“What if you’ve known each other for some time and it wouldn’t hurt to give relationships another try?”

“It’s not bad being single, you don’t have to worry about another person and the only person you really have to worry about is yourself.”

“That sounds like a lonely life.” I don’t even know what I’m saying because I lead a lonely life. In this industry, its hard to be with anyone because of the demanding schedule and due to the expectations placed upon male idol singers. I adore our fans, but it’s impossible to have a private life. But I guess its what I gave up when I chose this life. Though, they don’t know our biggest secret, but I’m sure if they ever found out, we would have a massive crisis in our hands.

“After what I’ve been through, a long life of solitude is something I crave. I want to go to a place where no one knows me, where I can start anew.” The hopeful smile on her lips made me want to give that to her, but we were both realist and knew that would be impossible.

“Did you truly never know I was in love with you?” I had to ask, the one time we had it out, I don’t think we truly know what we were saying. Now that the anger has subsided and we were back to being friends, I really wanted to pick her brain about this. I wanted to pursue Rhian, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t forcing her or wasting my time. If she wasn’t interested, I could take a no.

“No, I didn’t,” she turned off the stove along with the oven. “Food is ready.”

“Why did you lie?”

“It was the only thing I could come up with. I assumed you wouldn’t come after me and respect my wishes. But now that you’ve told me you were in love with me, I made a mistake.” She turned to face me, placing her forearm on the counter, leaning against them. “Since we’re being truthful, I did find you attractive when we were younger, but you’re my best friend, as cliché as it sounds, I knew we had boundaries. Besides, you were really into that one girl.”

“You truly were the only thing that made me forget her.” Her words caught me then. “Wait, do you still find me attractive?”

For once, I saw her blush. Her cheeks showed a slight tint of pink as she turned around to get the food she had cooked and placed it on the dining table. I couldn’t let this one go.

“Yah! I was asking you a question!”

“Rhian, you’re an amazing cook,” I told her as I poured more wine in her glass after pouring some on mine.

“Thanks oppa, I told you I was a good cook.” She playfully stuck her tongue out at me.

I smirked. “You should always cook for me, I’ll hire you as my personal chef.” This was our 4thglass of wine and I knew it was getting to the both of us.

Currently, we were on my couch, with Rhian’s legs resting on my lap, her head against the couch as she looked up at me. She gave me a soft smile, playing with the fingers of my hand that was resting on her knee.

“I’ve always loved your smile,” she stated as she closed her eyes for a moment. “Whenever I was afraid, I would think of you and all I saw was your smile. It kept me going.”

“When we were kids?”

“No, until now,” she opened her eyes. “When I lost my baby, all I wanted to do was call you, to hear your voice soothing me, to tell me that everything was going to be okay.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” It was stab in the heart to hear that. The situation as out of my control, but the fact that she wanted to call me during the time of her greatest need, it made my heartache. I should have made more of an effort to find her, I almost did, but Maquina blocked my attempt. Her location as locked then all of a sudden it was erased. I didn’t know what happened then, but I’m almost certain one of the Maquina agents erased her whereabouts so I couldn’t find her.

“Because I was embarrassed, after what I did to you, who was I to call you?” I could see her eyes watering, but no tears came down. “What was the hardest mission you’ve ever had to do?”

“Crossing over to North Korea to retrieve a package that held sensitive content regarding their nuclear program.” I didn’t think I was going to make it out, but somehow, I did.

“Do you go to the North often?” There was a slight worry in her voice and I softly squeezed her knee, to let her know it was okay.

“Not often, maybe once or twice a year.” I took a sip of my wine. “How about you?”

“Victor.”

“What?” That threw me off. “Victor was your assignment?”

“Raymond Leon was worried about his only brother’s son. It seemed that his mom was whispering lies into his ear and Raymond wanted me to make sure that Victor wouldn’t go insane just like his mother.” Rhian begun. “My assignment was to build a relationship with Victor, be his friend, a confidant.”

“He knew you were in Maquina, how could that be?”

“At first, he wasn’t as opposed to Maquina, he just didn’t understand why the Leon’s had to be partnered up with our agency. When we first met, it was set up. Raymond was confident that Victor would take a liking to me and he did.” She drank her whole glass in one drink. “And the rest is history.” Placing her glass on the coffee table in front of us, she went back to her position.

“Did Victor ever find out?”

“Yes, part of a reason why he came to hate me so much, his mother told him.”

“His mother sounds like a great person.”

Rhian laughed. “She’s the absolute best, I would strangle her out of love and admiration.”

I looked at Rhian then, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. They were so inviting, but I didn’t want to overstep.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“You’re the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

I had to smirk at that. She was working wonders for my ego. “Am I now?”

She nodded her head, opening her eyes, biting her lower lip.

Fuck.

Rhian was pushing it and I don’t know how much more I have in me to stop myself.

“Why am I the best?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “You just know how to kiss well.” A giggle escaped her lips. “Can I tell you another secret?”

Drunk Rhian was the best Rhian.

“Of course.”

“I had the biggest crush on you when we were younger, but when I saw you become infatuated with your ex-girlfriend, I knew I never had a chance. She was so pretty, intelligent, nice and she was older.” Rhian pouted. “Every time I saw you two together, it was terrible, but she made you so happy.”

“Rinnie,” I breathed out.

Before I could get another word out, Rhian’s lips were pressed against mine and everything shut down for me. Being able to feel her lips against mine again, to taste her once again, it was far more intoxicating than any alcoholic beverage I have.

She moved, straddling me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn’t believe she made the first move, but there was no argument from me.

One of my hands cupped her face, while the other went under her shirt, holding her hip so she would stay still on my lap.

God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

A shrilling tone broke us apart. We looked at one another before looking at the source of the noise and it was my door.

We both stood up, with Rhian trailing behind me.

“You know, I should be in front of you, I’m supposed to be protecting you.”

I gave her a look and she held her hands up.

Looking through the peephole, I saw Justin on the other side. I gestured for Rhian to get the door as I walked back over to the couch to sit down.

“Justin? What’s going on?” Rhian questioned him.

“Ian, we have an emergency meeting. I’ve been trying to reach you and got no answer.” Looking beyond her, he waved at me, which I returned. I never hated Justin till today. He had to come now? What emergency could there be on a Wednesday night?

“About?” I heard Rhian ask.

I didn’t here Justin’s reply, but it seemed to sober Rhian up quickly since next thing I knew, she was rushing towards the dinner table to retrieve her phone.

She stopped by me and gave me a sheepish smile. “Sorry our night is cut short, they need me at headquarters.”

“We’re going to have to talk about what happened earlier.” I wasn’t going to let her run. This was my opportunity, she obviously felt something. She wouldn’t kiss me if she didn’t.

“And we will,” she gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t wait up, I’ll be there till tomorrow, I’ll most likely sleep there.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come?” I was worried now. Why did she have to sleep at Maquina and not just come back here? Wasn’t she supposed to be protecting me?

“It’s fine, just an update about the situation in Europe.” She slipped her jacket and walked over to Justin. “Bye oppa!”

With that, she left, closing the door behind her.

Dynamics have changed and I was glad we kissed.

Maybe we could take the next step, if she was willing to open her heart again.

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