#e2l

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: seungcheol x you

Requested: no

Release date: 24-04-24

Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au

Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?, cheol is a menace, brief mentions of drugs (do tell me if i missed anything)

summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

Word count: 5.8k

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Beta reader(s): @wonuwrites-main and @anonmonty (sweet sweet angles helped me with proof reading, or else im fucking incompetent)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

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It is a beautiful day, and like they always say: beautiful things happen on beautiful days, and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen!

The plan is simple—you and Jun have gone over it at least fifty times, and Seokmin has been standing there listening to you both intently throughout the whole ordeal. 

“So, let’s go over it once again,” you say, pointing at the white board with the picture of a man, Mingyu to be exact, the heir to the Kim Corp. and your target. 

“He leaves his office to have coffee every afternoon exactly at 3pm at the nearest café named ‘Carvery’, am I right?” Jun and Seokmin nod with a concentrated look on their faces. 

“Next he goes to the park, sits there for fifteen minutes, on most days, and then takes the path that leads them straight back to the building, correct?” The two men again nod, and then Jun takes over the talking. 

“More often than not, he hates company during his afternoon runs, so the best chance we have of abducting the man is when he is between the café and the park. This will give us at least a twenty-minute head start before the police and his family start looking for him.” 

Now you and Seokmin nod at the man, and Seokmin takes the podium to present the next part. 

“Jun and I will be on the streets while y/n waits in the car, and from the background check we ran last month, we know the man is well trained in martial arts, so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.” 

“And after the guy is unconscious, we will flee with his ass~,” adds Jun. 

“Sounds like a solid plan,” you laugh as you high five the two men. 

Indeed, it was a solid plan. You three had considered every possibility and chosen this day to execute your plan. It’s perfect and thorough, so what can go wrong? 

-- 

A lot apparently. 

You reached the destination ten minutes early to give Seokmin and Jun ample amount of time to prepare for the attack. 

As you parked your car near the pavement where the abduction would take place, you see a man walk past the car wearing a beige trench coat with some sort of concoction from the coffee shop. 

Now if you were a seasoned abductor, you would have known not to mess with the person as the timing was not right. But that was not the case, and seeing a person who vaguely matched the physical descriptions of the man you were actually supposed to abduct gave you enough reason to jump the gun and take this man hostage. 

Before you could process anything, Seokmin jumped on the guy, trying to tackle him while Jun tried to find a way to inject the drug into his system. After another minute of struggle, taking at least five punches in their abdomen and faces, both the men were successful in sedating the man.  

They hurriedly carried him to the car and you three sped off to the base to ask his family for ransom. 

-- 

You have been back at the base for three hours now. As you look at the unconscious man tied to the chair in front, you realize the grave mistake you made by not seeing his face the minute you were actually kidnapping him. 

“I mean if you look at his eyes, they look very similar to the real target, you know. Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” Jun says in a wise tone. Now if you were stupid like Seokmin, you would have accepted this analogy of his just like the hundred others he had spewed in the past two hours, but you are not. So, you hit the guy’s head while calmly saying. 

“Will you keep quiet for a minute? You know as well as I that this is the wrong man. We don’t even know who he actually is. So, we wait for him to gain consciousness and then interrogate him.”  

You have figured that screaming and crying will get you nowhere. All it will do is trigger Seokmin’s panic attack, and you do not think he can manage another one after the one hour long one he just resurfaced from.  

“Our best bet is that we abducted a pretty important dude, or else we know the boss will have our meat served to his dogs for their nightly feasts,” you continued. 

“I can see he is wearing pretty costly brands all over. My guts say he is rich,” Seokmin pipes up. 

“Seok, your gut told you to scream for the past hour. I don’t trust it a lot now,” you complain. 

“I think it’s your fault, too. You should have stopped us from abducting the guy instead of just staring from the car, you know,” Jun says. 

Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. On top of that, the bitch has the gal to accuse you of being careless when they were the ones showing literally no care about their work, owing to the fact you were not even supposed to abduct the untouchable Kim Mingyu in the first place. The leader of your clan, although you three had never seen him, mostly operated through Jeonghan, his right-hand man. The guy you agreed to kidnap was apparently remarkably close to your boss. But when faced with the tough choice of loyalty towards one gang and the lump sum of three million, you three had to face the situation and betray your gang. You know you should not, but the small jobs with the gang were not enough to even pay your rent!  

So, who does Jun think he is to shift the blame towards you when you have done nothing but try to make a secure living for all three of you. Therefore, you do the thing that your sane brain advises you to. 

Go off at Jun. 

“So, if I fail to babysit two grown men while on an extremely important mission that included them, the blame is shifted towards me?!” 

“You were both supposed to wait for my instructions before confronting the poor bloke. Now, if things go wrong, it will be your faults, and I will be dragged into it because I was the main brain behind the planning.”  

“Guys, I think we should focus on the guy more; I think he is stirring.” 

This statement from Seokmin caught both of your attention, causing you to cease the argument immediately to take a look at the man in front of you. 

Without hesitation, you put your gun on his head and ask, “who are you, tell us about yourself.” 

The man albeit good looking with his doe eyes and plump lips, gave you three a mean stare before speaking sassily. 

“Shouldn’t you know the identity of the person you kidnap?” 

“If we knew, I don’t think I would have asked about you,” you reply. 

The man scoffs before informing you the most gut-wrenching piece of information you have ever heard. 

“I’m Choi Seungcheol leader of Choi Clan.” 

-- 

When Seungcheol met Mingyu today, he was feeling particularly drained and sought the comfort of a familiar face, longing for a brief respite from the relentless demands of his job. Mingyu, sensing his friend's exhaustion, proposed they take a detour to unwind, considering Seungcheol's grueling schedule. Gratefully accepting the suggestion, Seungcheol had embarked on what he thought would be a much-needed moment of relaxation. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

As he leisurely sipped his coffee, enjoying a fleeting moment of calm, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden onslaught of a group of thugs. Seungcheol had braced himself for a possible mugging, but the idea of being abducted never crossed his mind. He curses himself for sending Soonyoung away earlier, now regretting not having company in this unforeseen predicament. 

To make matters worse, Seungcheol felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. A mafia boss getting abducted! 

How humiliating.  

Now, do not get him wrong, he was, in reality, as far from incompetent as the Sahara was from water, as Seungkwan was from being calm, as Jihoon was from showing affection—you get the point. 

In fact, he had been the first in three generations to successfully reclaim the southeastern part of the city for his clan from the Yoon family, a testament to his capabilities. 

Now bound and surrounded by three hapless captors whose incompetence was glaringly evident, judging by the one who he suspects was crying prior to their conversation with him. He suspected they had targeted Mingyu, but mistakenly seized him instead. Seungcheol could not help but shake his head at their sheer incompetence. 

Now, again, he is not that scared. He knows he has a trusted pack of workers who would join heaven and earth in search of him. No, he is least bothered about himself. 

What he is actually bothered about is who planned to abduct Mingyu, because he is strictly off limits for his clan members. He knows this as much as anyone that they respect the young heir a lot, not only due to his kind nature, but also because of the relationship he has with their leader. 

So, when he informs his three kidnappers his name, he gets the weirdest of responses ever—a chorus of ‘shits’ and ‘fucks.’ Moreover, he sees all three of his kidnappers suddenly fall down at his feet and grumbling out the most nonsensical bullshit ever. The only words he vaguely captures are ‘it was supposed to be someone else’ and ‘sirs’. 

This confuses the man even more. But then he suddenly sees all three of them take their masks off, revealing two men and, dare he say, a very gorgeous woman. Now in any other situation,

Seungcheol would have laughed, but now that he is in it himself, the only reaction he can provide is a confused head nod as the woman immediately goes to untie his hands. 

-- 

“So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!”  

He says as he looks at your group standing in front of him with their heads bowed down looking like kids getting scolded.  

“But sir, we barely make any money from doing the jobs assigned to us. The only way for us to pay our rent was for taking up jobs from outside, and this one paid us a huge sum. We never wanted you to be the one getting abducted instead, we swear!” you suddenly exclaim with the extreme need to explain yourself. 

Your two partners beside you do their dutiful job by nodding their heads with your rant. 

“You three fucked up really bad, didn’t you?” He says, looking a tad bit amused. 

“We are really sorry!” Seokmin chokes out, visibly scared by the whole ordeal. 

“Well, it’s time I go back, so take me back to the office.” 

Right after that statement comes out of his mouth, you three are escorting him out of the door to the car parked outside to take him back. 

-- 

“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience, drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!” 

Jeonghan exclaims, looking at the seated, nervous, and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass. 

“Apparently not,” the older man sighs. 

“My friend, are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in light of the current happenings, I am starting to question your integrity a lot.” Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking immense pleasure at his friend’s humiliation. 

“Or maybe you were too caught up staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped.” 

The bitch continues to make fun of the older man. 

“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough. Who knew I would be kidnapped instead.” Seungcheol grumbles, pouting a bit. 

“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” Jeonghan said while looking pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed, and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it. 

“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go. Plus make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend,” Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated, and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense. 

So Jeonghan does the very thing at which he is extremely good. 

Create chaos. 

 Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organization because I can.” 

Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that is what he believes, and that is what matters, right? 

He continues, “Junhui, you will be overseeing the artillery division. Our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You will meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “You, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you will be his assistant. You shall be meeting Chan tomorrow, too; he will explain the workings of your new role.” 

Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you would not dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?” 

Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.” 

Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both comply. Enough dirt to keep both of you in line. 

-- 

Your meeting with Chan the next day went well. He explained to you the workings, gave you tips and tricks on how to make sure all the work gets done. Overall, a 10/10 experience, except the small hiccup at the end where he cryptically said something along the lines of “Best of all fucking luck with this job because you will need it.” 

Now a small best of luck is never a bad gesture, but that statement! 

That shit was a bit too hostile, even for you. But you are fine, happy even. Anything that saves you from getting your life cut short by a mafia leader is always welcomed. 

-- 

“What are you doing here?”  

“Where is Jeonghan?” 

The first two sentences to ever leave The Choi Seungcheol’s mouth the minute he sees your face when he comes into his office that afternoon. Indeed, so delightful! 

"Sir, I've been assigned as your work assistant for the time being," you reply, your eyes downcast. It is a surreal turn of events considering just yesterday this man was tied up in your basement. After that ordeal, everything seemed to take on a different hue, almost as if you were hearing the bells of heaven. So, that reaction seems pretty appropriate to you given the circumstances. 

Now you see our oh so beloved Mr. Choi was not just an underground mob because what is the fun in that, right! He mostly did international business under the guise of his company named The ChoiTech, solely based on providing technological change using sustainable means. Pretty cleaver tactic, although overused, but still gets the job done, so who are you to judge. 

The man looking extremely shocked at your statement immediately rushed inside his office, you presume, to call Jeonghan. And sure enough, within five minutes of him disappearing from your sight, you could hear him loudly complaining to his secretary on the phone. “But Jeonghan I can’t be collaborating with her, after what she did to me yesterday!” 

The man whined and then suddenly you could hear hushed whispers, so being the curious cat you were, slowly crept near the door to hear the conversation better. 

“But man, it’s humiliating. She kidnapped me for fucks sake”, the oh so powerful man, who people assumed will one day rule the underworld, whined like a kid who has been denied to go on a playdate with their best friend. 

By this time, you were almost pressed onto the door when suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump away from it and look about for the person who stopped you from consuming you daily dose of gossip. 

The culprit, Joshua, stood right in front of your desk with an amused look on his face. 

Now Joshua is someone you were extremely familiar with, being the man who took care of assigning roles to the lower members of the group, you have had a lot of angry conversations with him. 

“I would ask you if Seungcheol is busy, but the way you were trying so hard to eavesdrop, makes me think otherwise,” he says, making you roll your eyes. 

“Just give me a minute to tell him you are here, then you can go in.” 

The man nodded still looking thoroughly amused at how sad you looked due to missing out on whatever conversation you were listening to. 

After a minute, the man was inside, now looking even happier that he has seen his next victim to torment. 

-- 

“So Jeonghan was indeed right,” he said, looking like he was having a tough time controlling his laugh. 

“Not you, too,” the pouty man whined from behind the desk. “But really, can you tell him to not put that woman as my assistant? I get war flashbacks every time I see her face,” he continued whining. 

“I mean, I could do that, but where is the fun there, right!” Joshua, thoroughly enjoying his boss’s misery, replied. “But in all seriousness, you could just treat her like Chan. The boy is still traumatized by the amount of work you made him do,” he thoughtfully added. 

The older replies, “I liked Chan, he was nice, would do anything you ask him to!” 

“And so will she. Her life is at stake here, give her some benefit of the doubt.” 

This statement made the older think like never before. Plans of tormenting you to quit your job rushing past his brain at high speed. Suddenly everything made sense. 

“I can take my revenge! That is exactly why Jeonghan made her my assistant. Oh, my friend is such a genius!” Seungcheol said, looking a bit too enthusiastic. 

“Ok, I am sure it was done to decrease his workload, but whatever you say, man,” the younger said skeptically after seeing the diabolical look on the elder’s face. 

-- 

It has already been three weeks and suddenly you understand what Chan meant all those days back when he wished you good luck. To put it quite plainly, your boss is crazy. 

The man was a combination of workaholic and perfectionist, which resulted in him getting swamped by work and by default the same fate befalls you every day, too. For the past three weeks, you have had a challenging time at the office to even take a break to eat food. 

The men you called your enemies once, aka Jeonghan and Joshua, are the ones now saving you from dying out of malnutrition. You are eternally thankful to them. But more than anything now, you regret trying to kidnap Kim Mingyu—the name makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people, if you had any time to do so. 

“Sir, you scheduled two appointments at the same time: the new project for the Orin Community Park and another one with Mr. Xu for the narcotic deal.” 

You informed the man who had his face shoved in some papers, reading something diligently.  

“Why did you not stop me from doing so then, you were right beside me when I was going through the plan.” 

Now, it is your job to curate the perfect schedule for the man to follow, but Seungcheol being the guy born only to cause you inconvenience made his schedule for the week himself this time. 

Why you might ask?

Purely because the man is a chronic insomniac and whenever he has trouble sleeping, instead of taking measures to have a peaceful sleep, he tries his hands in different works because he can, and this time his victim was the poor, poor schedule of his. 

“Because you had already sent them both emails, sir,” you say, thoroughly exasperated. 

“Ok maybe I did, so now I obviously can’t cancel on both so you figure out something so that I can attend both the meetings, because I ain’t missing any.” 

The man just turns his chair around and keeps reading whatever he was reading in the first place.

With an extremely calm voice, you say, “sir I need you to stop trying to do something to pass time when you can’t sleep. I need you to actually go to a doctor.”  “Can’t,” comes his response, making you sigh more. 

Sometimes it feels like you are working as a babysitter to a grown man instead of an assistant to a CEO. 

Seeing the conversation would be going nowhere if you keep talking to him, you go out and do the second-best thing in your books. 

Call Chan. 

“Lemme guess, the boss is giving you a hard time!” The first sentence he says right after picking up the phone. 

Sighing, you tell him all of Seungcheol’s various administrative behaviors throughout this week. When you got to the part where he had so bravely and meticulously made the perfect schedule, Chan started laughing. The gall of that boy! 

“Wait, he still does that!” He exclaimed between his laughs, making you feel even more annoyed. 

After calming down he says, “just make Jeonghan or Jihoon go for the community meeting and let him manage the narc. I know you are thankful, so do not mention it, but maybe buy me a meal when you are free, as a repayment.” 

Chuckling at the younger boy, you agreed to get him whatever he asks for purely because he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world. Ok, maybe it is a bit too dramatic, but the boy was indeed your angel in disguise. 

Planning on following through with the advice Chan gave you, you called both Jeonghan and Jihoon simultaneously. As Jeonghan was busy, Jihoon accepted the work of going to the community welfare meeting instead of Seungcheol. 

After that, the whole day was smooth sailing. But the main root of all your problems was happy, maybe not healthy, but the look of pure happiness and the twinkling eyes when he passed by your desk was hard to miss.  

This man was slowly but surely making sure to strip you of your patience bit by bit. 

--  

The last straw to eradicating your already depleting patience came when Seungcheol in all his glory, during one of his nightly ‘Imma take away other’s jobs because sleep refuses to befriend me’ escapades, deleted all your assistant notes for the server by mistake. 

You still are baffled as to how he did that. Truth be told so is he. He was scrolling away on his phone when he saw this reel about ‘how to increase your Wi-Fi speed.’ Extremely intrigued by it, he had actually tried to increase the internet speed in his house, and he swears on every god on planet earth it worked. So, he tried doing so with the one in his office, which weirdly enough resulted in removal of all the information that you had stored in your laptop. 

Now if this would have happened to his computer, too, you would not have gotten as angry as you were, but the motherfucker’s computer was all well and good and if you actually pay attention, it seems that his internet speed has increased, too! 

How this man become a CEO is beyond you. What is not so beyond is your pure hatred for him and his technologically challenged ass. 

So that night when Seungcheol, stayed back as usual to do work, you took your chances, entered his office, and slammed a ball of yarn and two knitting needles on his table while scaring the life out of the, not so, poor man. 

“Start knitting!” you calmly said. 

“But I don’t know how to though!” he replies, thoroughly confused. 

“Then learn, Seungcheol! I don’t care what you want to do, I need you to learn and pick up a hobby, start gaming, try knitting anything! Just make sure you are not trying to turn the office upside down.” 

Anyone who knows Seungcheol also knows never to question his nightly routines, but more than that, they also know the pride of the man is too high to ever accept his mistake. So, when you commit the grave crime of pointing out his mishap with the Wi-Fi router that morning, you hit the nail on the head and pissed him to the fucking moon. 

“So, you think I’m bad at what I do?!” 

“No, I think you are technically inept. And you should leave it to people who are good at it.” 

This pisses off Seungcheol more than anything, but you don’t let him intervene as you keep speaking. 

“On top of that you are constantly making changes in your schedule without informing me. You’re your assistant. Maybe have you ever considered the fact that your schedule was made so that your day is smooth sailing, and no two activities overlap!” 

“Just because you refuse to go to a doctor and try and find a way to manage your stress does not mean you make the workplace hell for us.” 

By the end of your rant, you were fuming and Seungcheol was stunned. 

Clearing his throat, he says awkwardly, “I’m sorry you feel so, I will try and fix my schedule.” 

Now, although this statement made you feel better, it also confused you, as you were fully prepared to have a full-blown fight with the man. Him backing down was never an option. But now that it has happened, you muttered a small, “I shall be going then”, to which your boss meekly nodded. 

After you were outside, you ended up feeling better due to unloading all your anger on the man. It was refreshing. Now you just needed to see what changes tomorrow will bring for Seungcheol. 

-- 

It had been two months since you had the argument with Seungcheol, more like your single woman shouting spree. But things have been better. He has tried to keep his need for new experiences down and this has made your life exponentially easier.  

Did you now have time to eat. Absolutely not! 

But the office was not a nightmare anymore.  

If someone would have told you five months ago that this is what your future held for you, you would have straight up laughed at their face and told them to get themselves checked. But life has weird ways of throwing you in situations you don’t expect yourself to be in, and you have no other ways of getting out but learn to go with the flow. 

You sometimes talk to Jun and Seokmin, and you have realized you got the hardest of all the jobs.

You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!” 

So here you are sitting on the couch with Seokmin while enjoying your sandwich when you see Seungcheol come outside carrying a bag, Jeonghan trailing behind him sporting this devilish look on his face. 

The big man walks towards you and hands you the bag. Opening it you notice a green scarf sitting at the bottom. 

“Seungcheol’s first knitting creation, and he says thank you for forcing him to learn knitting. It helps him sleep now.” Jeonghan says while pointing at the bag even before the older man could open his mouth. 

Seokmin tries to make himself as invisible as possible while looking extremely interested in the whole situation unfolding in front of him. 

Seungcheol waves his hands at Jeonghan trying to hush him down and whines, “let me speak!” 

“I made this cause you told me it would help me sleep! I didn’t think it could actually help me, but it looks like it did, so I’m extremely thankful for your suggestion.”

“Good job!” Jeonghan says, patting Seungcheol’s head like he was a child, making you laugh a bit. 

“Thank you for listening to me, sir!” 

“Oh, no, call him by his name, or else he will become weird with you again!” Jeonghan says, making you laugh again. Seungcheol pouts at both of you and storms back to his office, with Jeonghan at his tail making fun of him yet again. 

After that, you kept the bag in your desk and went to bid your friend goodbye. 

“He looked like he was confessing to his crush, you know”, Seokmin muses. 

“Maybe he has a crush on you!” He exclaimed after pausing for a moment. 

“I don’t, he is a weird person,” you had replied thoughtfully. 

Realizing he has been chatting with you for a long time, Seokmin quickly rushes outside while loudly screaming a ‘goodbye’ for the whole building to hear. 

When you came back to your desk, Jeonghan was waiting for you there. The man just looked at you with a smirk and said, “see you later y/n, and make sure to wear the scarf!” 

Jeonghan is a weird person. You more often than not don’t listen to what he tells you to do. He forces you to do them anyways. 

“Seriously, lady, do wear the scarf. Plus, it’s cold outside—you won’t get a heatstroke if you do so.” 

With that he was outside of the office, too. Slowly work caught up with you and you forgot about the scarf altogether. 

-- 

That evening, as you were finishing up at work and preparing to leave, you grabbed the scarf that had been gifted to you and wrapped it around your neck before stepping out of the office. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man who had given you the scarf felt a rush of joy upon seeing you wear it. Concealing his flushed cheeks, he quietly followed you out and spontaneously invited you to join him for dinner, explaining that he had given Seokmin the night off and now was in extreme need of a dinner companion, as Seokmin would fill in that position on most nights. It was unusual for him to make such a request, but you were both hungry and couldn't resist the offer of a free meal, even if it was from someone as harmless as him. 

"So, what do you think?" Seungcheol asked as the two of you sat at the ramen shop waiting for your orders. 

"About what?" You replied, genuinely puzzled by his question. 

"Didn't you read the letter?" He asked, his face turning even redder as he mentioned it. 

"What letter?" You responded, glancing around until Seungcheol nodded towards the bag in which he gave you the scarf, looking inside you noticed an envelope that matched the interior perfectly sitting at the bottom. 

"Oh! I can read it now," you exclaimed. 

"Don't worry about it right now," he interjected as the waiter arrived with your bowls of ramen. 

Despite his reluctance to discuss the letter further, your curiosity only grew stronger after he dropped you off at your doorstep. Once inside your home, you wasted no time in retrieving the letter from your bag. Its contents filled you with excitement like never before. 

The following day at the office, you placed another letter on Seungcheol's desk before getting on with your usual tasks, eager to see his reaction. 

-- 

"So, let me get this straight—you've been dating our boss for the past month?" Exclaimed Jun, eyes wide with disbelief. 

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? How did this even happen?!" Chimed in Seokmin, equally stunned by the news. 

As soon as you revealed your relationship with Seungcheol, you found yourself bombarded with a flurry of questions from your friends. It was amusing to witness their sheer astonishment, and yet, deep down, it felt incredibly rewarding to share this surprising news with them.

What started as a casual hangout quickly transformed into a lively interrogation session, with your friends firing off all sorts of curious inquiries. Most pressing among them was the question: 

“How and when did all of this happen?!” 

You couldn't blame them for their curiosity. It seemed like just yesterday that you had kidnapped Seungcheol off the street instead of his friend Mingyu, which resulted in Jeonghan gaining the perfect opportunity to bully you both half to death. And let's not forget the hell and back experience you were subjected to from Seungcheol himself, the man who had once resorted to extreme tactics to get you to quit as he was reminded of the oh so humiliating experience he went through every time he saw your face. But somehow, it all worked out in the end, and you couldn't be happier about how it turned out. 

Near the end of your gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to pull out your phone and reveal the most treasured image in your gallery: a photograph capturing two pieces of paper resting on a desk. One paper bore a lengthy paragraph, while the other simply displayed a single, bold sentence: 

"Take me out on a proper date first!" 

The photo encapsulated perfectly how you both worked so well with each other. It was a sweet reminder of how unexpectedly love can bloom in the most unconventional of circumstances. 

As your friends marveled at the photo, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you and Seungcheol had come in such a short time. Despite the initial hurdles and challenges you faced with the man, you were grateful for the bond you now shared—a relationship built on laughter, friendship, and, of course, a bit of unexpected romance. 

The end hope you like it !!

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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What a Plot Twist You Were (Jisung x F!reader)

Jisung x F!reader

You can't force chemistry to exist where it doesn't, the same way you can't deny it when it does.

Genre: M/F, slight enemies to lovers, fluff, classmates, school setting no mature scenes because im not ready to imagine jisung in those scenes

Warnings: just a lot of bickering and probably cursing here and there, y/n is a spoiled brat

Word Count: 3,999

Hello! A Jisung oneshot because the man finally has an IG acc haha. As always, dont hesitate to give me feedbacks! Enjoy reading!

Read at your own risk.

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"Y/N, don't make me let you pull out from that modelling." Her mom warns her sternly. "This is your final semester in high school. You'll be graduating soon and you will not be able to do that if you keep this up."

She rolls her eyes, knowing that her teacher is snitching on her again. As they should though. "Ma, it's fine. My grades are enough for me to be accepted in any university."

"No it's not!" She argues and puts the utensils down on the table that caused a loud sound. Y/N's dad holds her as if to calm her down. "Universities would prioritize those with higher grades and has better knowledge on the courses they want to take than you do."

"Whatever, you'll still get them to accept me anyway."

And that's the time both parents realized that they raised a spoiled brat.

It's monday and everybody is in their first class of the day.

"Okay class, as you may know this is your final semester. We will make sure that no one gets left behind so we came up with a way. We will do the buddy system. You guys will be paired up to your buddy and you will be responsible for each other for the rest of the semester. If one doesn't pass, the other will be questioned, so help each other out. If you have topics that are hard for you both, try to come up with ways so you both will be able to understand it. You can always come to me, other teachers and even students."

They all agreed and chose their buddy. Then Y/N and Jisung come into the room at the same time but from different doors. Y/N enters the front door with her ipad and coffee while Jisung comes in from the back with just his pen and a notebook.

Their teacher notices them both. "Oh good. You're both here." She says and looks at them back and forth. "You will be each other's buddy. You will be paired up for all school work for the entire semester. You will be responsible for each other's grades."

"What?" Y/N's eyebrows furrow. She heard what her teacher said perfectly but she just couldn't accept it. "He's not that smart! You're pairing me with someone who can't help me."

"You’re late, Miss Y/L/N. Both of you are. Everyone already chose who they wanted to be their pair. It's just the two of you remaining." She answers with stern voice. "And we tried pairing you up with Yunjin before." Pertaining to their top student in class. "But you ended up just letting her do everything."

Y/N looks at Jisung. "You're not saying anything about this?"

He just shrugs and goes to his seat. Y/N groans and does the same.

"Alright. Listen up. First task."

Jisung was the one who stood up first when class ended. He was about to exit the room when Y/N called him. "Park Jisung!"

He turns with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"

She walks to him. "Why did you not say anything earlier when she paired us? You know well both fail."

"I'm not that bad." He replies that she scoffs.

"Fine! Then what should we do about that stupid reporting?"

"I have to go. Just chat with me about your ideas and whatever." He starts to walk away.

And she follows his strides. "I don't have your number!"

"WhatsApp, Messenger, IG, Twitter." He lists down. "It's 2023."

Y/N scoffs in disbelief.

After class, she meets with her best friend who was with her boyfriend at a cafe nearby. They're both in 12th grade, Ningning is in a different class though.

"Hey, who's your pair?" Ningning, as soon as she sees Y/N.

Y/N groans and rolls her eyes. "Park Jisung."

"That sloppy, rugged soccer player?"

She nods. "Yup." Popping end of the word. "Hey, Jun." Y/N casually greets Ningning’s boyfriend who's playing on his phone.

"Oh, sup Y/N." And offers to bump fists.

She accepts with her fist as well. "Nothing much."

"Okay, let's order first." They all sit. "Love, what do you want?"

"A reuben would do, love." He replies.

They spent the remainder of the day talking about their lives and spilling teas.

When she got home, she decided to try out reading about the topic of their report but just minutes later, she plopped down on her bed because she got bored.

Y/N takes out her phone and decides to look for Jisung's account on messenger.

To: Park Jisung

Hey, what are we gonna do about this?

And she finished having dinner and even went to prepare for bed, he still hasn't replied yet.

To: Park Jisung

Park Jisung!

Still no reply. She runs her fingers over her hair in frustration. Jisung has two close friends, she remembered. Y/N looks up the name Zhong Chenle and the Chinese guy's photo pops up.

To: Zhong Chenle

Hey, just wondering if you're with Jisung. Please tell him to check his phone, we have to work on our project.

Just minutes later, a notification pops up saying she has a new message from Jisung.

From: Park Jisung

What?

Oh my god, he's unbearable, she thought.

To: Park Jisung

The project.

From: Park Jisung

Send me your thoughts and ideas about it.

To: Park Jisung

I have no thoughts nor any idea about it.

From: Park Jisung

Then what are we supposed to do?

To: Park Jisung

Idk, let's just meet up tomorrow after class to figure this out.

"Bro, what the hell." Jisung grunts as he puts his phone down and picks up the xbox controller. "She wants me to meet up with her after class. Why did we get paired up, we have no idea about these."

Jisung is currently in Sungchan's place with Chenle. They're playing video games like how they do every single day and not getting tired of it. "Finally you can get some." Chenle teases him.

"I heard she's double-jointed." Jisung's eyebrows furrow at Sungchan's joke, and looks at him with disgust on his face. While Sungchan and Chenle high five.

Jisung walked to Y/N's seat when their class ended. He watched her gather her things in a hurry and was surprised to see him.

"What?" She asks, forgetting that they planned to meet for their project today.

His eyebrows furrow, confused as well. "I thought we'll meet after class?"

"Oh yeah. About that, meet's cancelled. I have to go. Let's just pay someone to do that report." Then she takes off before he can say anything. Better for him though, he'll have the whole time to play his beloved games.

Y/N meets with her handler in a cafe after driving almost half an hour from the university.

"I'm here." She announces and gives a quick friendly hug from behind to her handler Joy. "Let's go?"

Joy turns to her as she stands up. "Okay, good. Let's go. Our client is very chic and very boss lady vibes, Y/N. She's picky and she definitely knows what she wants."

"That's cool. You know I'm here to impress."

"I do." Joy smiles as they walk fast towards the building across the cafe. "I've sent your file to them already. You've looked over the products that you'll be modelling for?"

"Yes, the jewelleries. I actually even own a couple of pieces from their brand. They're nice."

When they arrive, a tall lady in formal attire welcomes them.

"Hi, I'm Seulgi, Mrs. Laviste's assistant. She's waiting for you in her office."

The local company rents both the 3rd and 4th floors of the building for their offices and manufacturing facilities.

They arrive at the office, the woman stands up upon seeing them with a big smile to greet. "Welcome to Ligaya! I'm Flora Laviste, you can call me Mrs. Laviste." Offering her hand which Joy gladly took.

"This is my talent." Joy gestures to Y/N. "Y/N."

Y/N smiles and shakes hands with her as well. "Y/N Y/L/N."

"From what I heard, you're the youngest of Mr. And Mrs. Timothy Y/L/N, is that right?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Yes, I am."

They discuss for a few minutes in Flora's office then go to their in-house studio to shoot a few shots as a demo just for them to see how their products would look on her.

"We reviewed everything and we've decided to take you guys on your offer. She's very good." Nodding her head, applauding Y/N's skills. "We'll do the shoot on Saturday morning."

Friday came and it's time for them to present their report. Y/N came early to school to get the report she paid a college student for.

Holding the flashdrive in her hand, she thanks Yeri. "Thanks a lot Yeri! I really just can't do this on my own."

Yeri smiles. "No worries, Y/N. It was easier for me since we've been over the topic a couple of times already. I sent the file to you too through email."

Y/N sat beside Jisung when she arrived in their classroom. She specifically instructed him to come in early. "We just read what's on the presentation." She tells him.

His eyes shift, obviously in doubt. "Sure?"

"Yeah."

"Park and Y/N, you're up." Their teacher announces after the pair prior to them were done with theirs.

They set up on the computer and in no time, the first page of the slide flashes on the white board through the projector. 

"Our topic, the three main classes of carbohydrates." Y/N starts. She then continues to casually read the passages on the PowerPoint presentation which raises a brow of their teacher.

She stands up from her desk and walks towards the center walkway. "Pause, Ms. Y/L/N." The teacher raises her index finger. "You can't just click continuously on those pages without discussing them."

Y/N immediately protests. "But Mrs. Lim, these are self-explanatory."

"Good, then please explain them." She crosses her arms. "And Mr. Park, don't just stand there. Help out your buddy."

The two groans silently upon hearing their teacher's statement. Then Y/N looks at Jisung. "Help me explain it."

"You said it's self-explanatory." He whispers.

"I didn't think she'd let us explain it still after I said that."

After a few minutes of waiting and just looking at the two infront murmuring at each other, Mrs. Lim figures out they got nothing. "Alright, you two. Something's making me think that you both did not make this. I'm gonna let you re-do it this weekend and when we come back on Monday, I want you both to be able to explain and discuss it properly or else this reflects on my record book. Understand?"

Y/N grunts and removes her things from the desk to go back to her seat.

"Let's meet tomorrow morning." Jisung tells her.

"Can't, I have something very important. Afternoon."

"I have something important to do in the afternoon."

Y/N throws her pen to the floor, stomping her feet like a little kid throwing tantrums. "Why did we ever agree to this?!"

Jisung stands tall in front of her with a serious look on his face. "Don't throw tantrums on me, Y/N." He warns with his deep ass voice. "I'm not one of your maids."

"I-I didn't think you were." She nervously replies, blinking and shying away from his eyes. "I was just upset."

"Let's meet tonight."

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine."

At 7pm, Y/N arrives at the convenience store near Jisung's apartment. She immediately texts him.

To: Park Jisung

I'm here.

Hey!

Dude!

Park Jisung!

It's very cold here.

I'm gonna kill you.

8 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

Just hang on.

To: Park Jisung

I've been hanging on you idiot.

3 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

I'm coming down.

He, in his black hoodie and sweatpants approaches her and she almost had a heart attack. He looks like a kidnapper on his fit, the only thing that made her realize it is him is his nose. Weird.

"You look scary." She tells him.

He shrugs. "Yeah? Well... let's go."

They start to walk, her, following him from behind.

"Walk slowly."

"This is my normal pace. Your legs are just short."

Y/N stops and crosses her arms while watching him walk away. He did not notice until he finally crossed the road. He looks back and Y/N is still on the other side, glaring at him. Jisung can't help but laugh and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for the lights to go red again.

From: Park Jisung

Stay there.

Although she's far, he can see clearly that she rolled her eyes after reading his text.

As soon as the red light appears, he runs to her and grabs her wrist lightly, and they cross the street.

"Dickhead." She mumbles.

The apartment is definitely Jisung's, Y/N thought upon getting in. Empty red bull cans, chips packets, everything is everywhere. Chenle and Sungchan are there too, yelling at each other as they play.

Y/N looks at Jisung, suggestively while crossing her arms again.

He sighs. "Come on, guys. You need to go." Telling his two friends.

"What?! I thought we were---" Sungchan stops when he sees Y/N and the look on her face. "Time to go."

Chenle removes the headphones from his head. "So what if she's here, it's not like she's staying long anyway. And besides, bros over hoes."

Jisung immediately smacks his head. "That's the red bull talking."

"Oh yeah, she's the first. I'll consider." Chenle adds and this time Y/N is the one glaring at him.

Once they're out, Jisung kicks things out of the way. "My room is clean." Then walk towards there. And indeed it is. Shoes all over, but not in a messy way but it's on the walls like he's collecting them. And they're not just any shoes, they're all or at least that's how Y/N sees it, Jordan 1s.

Her mouth hangs open when she sees the display. "You collect?"

"Kinda."

Just minutes later, they're set up on the floor with their gadgets on the center table.

Y/N scratches the back of her head, getting frustrated over what they're doing. "This is so stupid. Carbohydrates are carbohydrates, what the fuck are those main classes for?!" She whines.

"Come on, Y/L/N. All we gotta do is read and understand then make a report."

"I wish it's as easy as saying it."

Jisung gets his hand off his keyboard. "It seems like you hate these subjects that we're taking. Why enroll under them?"

"Because they want me to be a doctor. Like any fucking Asian parent wants their kids to be."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be, it's not you."

They spent the night just talking about random things. She learned that Jisung prefers nights over days. He's got poop hands as what Chenle calls, meaning everything he touches just fails. He and his friends always play PUBG with Chenle's cousins from China. Random things.

But Jisung felt that Y/N is a good listener. She doesn't give her own opinions on his preferences, she finds everything he says cool, and she asks you about how you feel when you make that choice. It's like she's learning new things as they talk.

But they did not make any progress with their report.

It's almost 12 midnight. "I need to go home now." Y/N states after looking at her watch.

"Are you Cinderella or something?" He jokes.

"I have a shoot tomorrow morning. I can't look puffy." She replies. "You can come with me tomorrow morning. We'll work on this slowly."

Tomorrow came. They met at the cafè again. Y/N picked Jisung up from his place.

"Do you always bring other people aside from your own team to your gigs?"

"No. But it's fine. I can just introduce you as one of us."

They arrive and in no time, Y/N is all set. They also discusse sample shots for the campaign. Jisung just observes as he tries to work on their report.

"Your boyfriend's handsome." Mrs. Laviste says, giving her a teasing smile as they look over at him.

Y/N immediately shakes her head. "He's just my classmate. We got paired up for school work."

"He's been glancing and staring at you for the past few minutes."

"That's probably because he's doing everything and I'm here literally looking pretty."

They suit her up in a silk skin tone slip dress pointing focus on the jewelleries on her. A gold butterfly rests in between her clavicles, they take a shot of that. Her hands, her ears, they alternately put pieces of jewelries and take a few shots of it in all angles possible. Jisung couldn't help but stare. She's good. Great, actually. She gives what's needed from her.

"I just got off the phone with our male model. He won't be able to attend, he's suddenly having the flu." Says Mrs. Laviste's secretary.

Y/N lowkey raises her hand just enough to point at Jisung.

Joy tells Y/N, "You should talk to him."

Y/N nods. "Jisung-ah!" Jisung looks up at her. He sees her walking towards him. "We need a male model."

"And?"

"You'd be a great one. You're very tall, and your face is decent, you just need a little makeover."

He shakes his head. "I don't think I can. I just came here to work on our report."

"I'll help you. We have until tomorrow. Plus, the pay is good."

At the end, she was able to convince him to join the shoot. They set him in front of the mirror, Y/N helped out in picking up his fits. She laughs when she sees his eyes moving, afraid to move his body.

"You can move, idiot."

He looks at the makeup artist doing his face. "Really? I don't wanna mess up what they're doing."

"As long as you don't go crazy."

They do the shoot together first just so Jisung loosens up and then his solo shoot after. Y/N helps him a lot aside from the director.

"Jisung-ah, just a stoic face. This is a close up shot emphasizing the earring."

After several flashes, he's all done. Y/N claps her hands then everyone else follows. "Congrats on your first modeling gig!"

He grabs her hand and puts it on his chest. "Feel that? I'm so nervous."

Of course, she was taken aback, she didn't feel shit, just her own heart pounding when her hand landed on his hard chest. "T-That's normal." Then she walks away, face flushing, cleaning up her things.

"What's the plan?" He asks when they're finally out of the building.

"We're gonna get lunch and then go to your soccer practice?"

Jisung shakes his head. "I can just pass on that one. Let's just do the report in my apartment again." She looks him straight in the eye and before she can say anything, he says, "I cleaned up."

Y/N smiles a little. "Okay."

"What do you wanna eat? My treat today." He says, looking at her.

"I'm craving biryani."

"Let's go to Jamieson's then."

And somehow they're eating lunch together, Jisung is skipping practice to do their project together, talking casually unlike before where they just roll their eyes at each other.

Y/N asks while they eat. "So what do you think about the modelling thing?"

He shrugs. "It's cool for my first time. You and your team made it too easy for me."

"And you were pretty good too. You have potential." She puts her hand on her face, posing elegantly, mimicking his poses earlier.

Jisung laughs and immediately removes her hand from her face. "Stop it."

"Why? Wait until Chenle and Sungchan see those photos."

"Oh God." He cringes and ducks head under his hands while Y/N laughs.

They spend the whole afternoon discussing their topic, even arguing if one finds something different in their researches but at the end, they were able to finish up their presentation and are confident that they'll be able to discuss it in front of the class on Monday.

"Thanks, Ji."

And for some reason they found themselves arguing about what comes first, the egg or the chicken. They even did their research on their stands far more efficiently than how they did it first with their report about carbohydrates.

"If I'm right, you'll give me $50?" He taunts.

She pulls out her phone from her purse and counters with, "And if I'm right, I send this pic to your friends." Showing him photos of his shoot that she took without his knowing.

Jisung was about to snatch his phone when she immediately stands up and runs away from him. "Y/N, delete that!"

"No!" She yells back but falls onto the floor by the kitchen. "I can't feel my legs!"

He rushes to her with panic on his face. "What happened?!"

"I think we squatted on the floor for too long." Jisung sighs in relief. "But I still can't feel my legs, it's weird and ticklish."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I dunno, it's really weird. I hate it."

"I'll try to massage it." He looks at her waiting for her approval and she eventually nods, just desperate for the weird feeling on her legs to go away. His hands are huge, she notices. That's why it looked so good in the photos earlier.

"It's going away." Before they stand up, he attempts to steal her phone but she immediately holds it protectively with both her hands. "No, these are mine."

"That's literally me in those photos."

"Yes, I'm aware."

He traps her between both his arms and the kitchen counter. Jisung lowers himself to level with her. "Give me your phone." His voice drops an octave that gives her goosebumps. His voice has always been deep but it's different when it's this deep.

Their faces are almost touching and she blinks a couple of times as her nervousness gets the better of her. "Y-You're too close."

"I know."

"You look good." Out of the blue she says then covers her mouth with one hand.

Jisung chuckles. "You look good too. Really good." She tries to avoid his lingering eyes but she can't. "You like us like this, don't you? That's why you don't wanna give me your phone?"

"I thought I'm the first woman who ever got this close to you?"

"You are."

"It doesn't seem like it."

He gives a small smile. "That's because you make me do things I never knew I'm capable of doing." And her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't say anything. It's like her throat is blocked with something. "And I thought you're one of them strong girls? The type who nobody wants to mess with. You've always had that image but why are you refusing now?"

Y/N grabs him by the neck and crashes her lips with his. Jisung got surprised but started kissing her back until he snaps back to reality.

But she suddenly pushes him away, running to his bedroom to get her things and in no time, she's in her car driving home with her heart pounding in her ribcage. Meanwhile, Jisung remained speechless in the kitchen, no idea as to what exactly happened.

From: Park Jisung

People usually say something and don't just run after they do that, yk?

From: Park Jisung

Don't be a coward now.

To: Park Jisung

Forget that ever happened.

From: Park Jisung

Uh... no

From: Park Jisung

You kissed me first and now you just want me to forget abt it?

To: Park Jisung

Yes

From: Park Jisung

No, in fact, maybe I'll kiss you again tomorrow.

#nctzen #lovestory #Park Jisung #enemies to lovers #e2l #nct #nct dream #nctjisung #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct smut #nct jisung #nct imagines #kpop au #nct au #jisung au #jeno #jisung hard hours #boyfriend #nct dream jisung #relationship #nct fanfic #smut #jisung smut #nct dream smut #enemies to lovers prompts #enemies #kpop

[lilykatelyn-blog]

can i request a fic where niki is super flirty towards reader and she pretends to not like it but we all know she does, and they end up together?

Leave me alone.. N.RK

genre: fluff, maybe angst?

SEND IN A REQUEST

warnings: none :)

notes: sorry it took me so long anon 😭 I hope you like it! Just message me if you want me to redo it or do an e2l with a diff member or diff group.

“Shut up Niki.” You said after his millionth time trying to flirt with you. “Come on! It’s not that hard to admit you’re in love with me!” He said, putting on a faux offended face, or at least you hoped it was fake. You rolled your eyes at some horrible pickup line he said. Some ‘roses are red, violets are blue,’ shit. “Niki. Class is starting, sit down.” You hissed at him, obviously frustrated.

“y/n?” He asked 30 minutes into class. “What?” You asked, emphasizing the T. “Why do you hate me?” That got you to look up from your notes and away from the teacher, only to be met with his sad face. Your heart almost broke in 2 at the fact that he thought you hated him. To be honest, his teasing was really funny, and he made your day 10x better. “I-“ the bell rang, cutting you off. You silently thanked timing and used it as an excuse to run out and get home as quick as possible. What you didn’t know is that he took that as the idea that you hated him even more. The next day in class, he didn’t flirt with you, or talk to you, or sit with you, or bother you for a pencil. That was unusual but you decided it wasn’t anything to worry about because maybe he was sick? Yeah, surely he was sick and just didn’t want to get you sick? You started overthinking it when it started happening every single day. After 1 week of him doing this, you confronted him after class. “What’s going on?” You asked him, your tone coming out harsher than you expected or intended it to. “Uhhh.. class is.. over?” He said, looking confused at you while he packed his backpack. “No! I mean, yeah, but not what I meant! Why are you ignoring me?” You asked, a little more clear. “Oh! Uhm, the flirting was making you uncomfortable right? And I annoy you right? I uh, just decided to stop being a bother.” He said, looking down and scratching the back of his neck. He started to get up to leave, but you stopped him.

“when did I say I hated it? I uh.. lghbdbs it..” you moved your hand across your mouth (if your Indian or in general have watched it, kinda like Shah Rukh Khan saying World Dance Championship in Happy New Year to Boman Irani (they play Charlie and Tammy)). “You what?” He asked, smirking at your confession. “I uh.. lo- it.” “Say it properly so I can ask you out you idiot.” He all but yelled out of frustration. “Fine! I.. lo- I love it..” your voice was strained as you spoke the words.

“okay, now that that’s over with. Y/N L/N, will you go out with me?” “It’s not a proposal dude-“ “yes of no?!” “Fine, fine, yes.”

and they all lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER, La La La La La~

#niki nishimura #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #enhypen angst #niki fluff #niki angst #e2l #<3 Lil’s Asks <3

[jean-vi]

God Complex | Jean x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader Inspiration:  “I never got to tell her how I feel about her.” - Jean Kirstein, The Battle for Trost Summary: What happens when two people collide in an unexpected way? Genre: Rivals to Lovers, Angst, Fluff Warnings: Violence, Blood, Swearing, SPOILERS S1 WC: 5.1K A/N: I am in love with Jean Kirstein.  Other: Masterlist

    “Hey, focus, or are you too busy staring at my beautiful hair?” You teased, tugging a strand alluringly. The boy in front of you blushed and then furrowed his eyebrows. He was handsome, you’d give him that. 

    “I am focused,” Jean hissed, “you are completely insufferable, but your tricks don’t work on me.” 

    You grinned and lowered yourself into a fighting stance. You gestured to him to move. 

    “Come on then, show me what you’re made of.” 

    The dusty training grounds for hand to hand combat were a good place to make enemies, and boy, you had wanted to wipe the smug grin off Jean Kirstein’s face for months now. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about hand to hand combat or learning how to fight other people, you just wanted to prove that you were better than Jean. Coming from inside of Wall Sina, you weren’t that accustomed to getting messy. Your family was well off, your mother a devout follower of the walls. 

    Still, you joined the military. You yearned to be a soldier, to prove that you were more than fancy gowns and jewels. Thus, it had instantly rubbed you the wrong way when Jean had commented on your all too styled hair or the fact that your hands remained callous free. 

    The callouses were forming, but they were small, and your body ached every day. It didn’t matter, though, because you knew you were tough. You were a fighter. Now, with the day becoming an orange hue on the horizon, you would show Jean just what a fighter you were. 

    You had observed Annie a few times, and even though you weren’t particularly good at anything when you first conscripted, you picked up things fast. Perhaps it was an excellent mimicry ability, but you liked to observe. 

    “You really think you’re all that, huh?” Jean laughed, “you’re going to eat shit.” 

    He lunged forward and you took a step back, watching his momentum carry him past you. Then, you shoved him forward. He face planted, but to your dismay, he got up with a smile. You felt Annie watching you carefully. 

    “Nice one, but can you take this?” He charged again, and you prepared yourself, except he stepped to the side suddenly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and threw you to the dirt. Your back hit the hard ground the air flew from your lungs. You wheezed uncomfortably and just lay in the dirt for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Okay, he’d got you there, but that must be a fluke, right? 

    You took a deep, shuddering, breath in as he laughed and rolled onto his feet. His brown hair was waving in the wind and he bent down, offering his hand. You looked away, face burning. You wouldn’t accept defeat like this. Your eyes trailed to the surrounding recruits. All of these recruits thought their lives were important, you were no different. Your life didn’t feel insignificant or something worth wasting. You were exactly like everybody else by feeling like nobody else. You grasped his hand and gripped tightly. 

    “Hey, you’re gonna take off some fingers if you do that,” Jean started, but as you stood, you kicked his legs out from under him. You pushed yourself to your feet, your uniform now beyond dirty, and swiped some loose specks off your pants. 

   “Never let your guard down,” you whispered. It was pathetic, even you could see that. It was like a last ditch effort for a struggling animal. This was all a matter of pride, really. You refused to back down and you refused to lose to Jean Kirstein. 

    “That was cheap,” he muttered unhappily, getting back onto his feet. He rubbed his neck and walked away. You were bored, but it seemed that Jean didn’t really care about fighting anyone else either. You watched him stumble around, still groaning about his back if someone came up to him. He seemed fine to you. 

    “You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t provoke that suicidal maniac,” you grinned as he nursed his bruising cheek. 

    “He started it,” Jean grumbled as you leaned against his bunk beds frame. 

    “And you continued it, idiot,” you rolled your eyes and pushed off the frame and headed for the door. You’d helped him to his quarters after his little skirmish with Eren, and he hadn’t complained. Then the second you sat him down, he had the audacity to say that you didn’t need to help him, as if he wasn’t swaying on his feet. Jean was still your comrade in arms and though you had a deep seated dislike of the man, he did earn your sympathy with that pathetic fight. 

    “Why do you even care,” he said through gritted teeth. He was looking down and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was embarrassed, ashamed, or angry. His hand rested on his forehead, the other was clenched in a fist. You widened your eyes and turned around. 

    “I don’t care, Jean,” you began and took a step towards the man with a wide smile, “I just wanted to make sure you were actually injured. It serves you right. Maybe you should have used the techniques I showed you.” 

    You could recognize Annie’s moves anywhere and the fact that Eren used them showed that he actually payed attention. So what of Jean? How pitiful. Was he really so full of himself that he thought he could win? 

    “How are you so naturally gifted then, huh?” 

    “I worked at it,” you looked at your nails and then crouched next to him. His eyes trailed you, “I know that even though I have many comrades in arms now, any of them could easily become my enemy. You should understand that.” 

    “They would never be our enemies,” Jean sat up fully and looked at you, rolling his shoulders and staring at you incredulously. Your smile widened. 

    “Sure thing, Jean, but I already have an enemy with a major God complex.” 

    You headed for the door and paused at the door as he began to laugh, “I have the god complex? You are far worse than I am.” 

    Tch. Your teeth grinded together and you tightened your fingers around the door handle, trying to decide if you should respond. Well, fine, you’d play the villain if he wanted you to. You left without another word. You’d always been a pretty decisive person, and strong-willed at that. 

    When you stepped outside, Annie was leaned against the wall beside the door. You and her weren’t exactly close, but you’d gained mutual respect. 

    “Do I have a god complex?” You asked Annie. She looked away and began to walk across the dirt. 

    “I don’t care,” she said softly and you frowned as she retreated across the yard to her cabin. Well, it was your cabin too, but you didn’t feel like going to bed yet. The torches illuminated the dirt and the sky above was clear. You could see every star, where the moon cut through the night, bathing the world in an eerie luminescence. You wanted to savor this moment, even though your stomach was churning after your conversation with Jean. 

    Were you a bad person? Maybe. Did you care what Jean Kirstein had to say? Absolutely not. 

    “Can you believe we’re graduating today?” Sasha smiled her usual sunny smile and you grinned. 

    “It’s hard to believe, Sasha,” you chuckled. You tapped your foot against the wall. It was such a beautiful day, a perfect day to graduate. Standing atop the wall, you could see all of Trost. The walls were cramped, when you were inside them, but being able to stand on them gave you sweeping, panoramic views. How could you ever return to your life of sitting in dining rooms and going to dances? You just couldn’t. 

    “Are you going to join the Military Police?” Annie interrupted Sasha and yours conversation. You didn’t mind, though, Annie never spoke. 

    “Uh, you know, I was thinking of just joining Garrison.” Yes, the soldiers who got to stand on the walls, to fortify the great walls that kept humanity safe. You couldn’t think of a more noble task. 

   “Why?” Annie asked, her cold blue eyes looking you over, her head tilted. 

    “Hey, it’s okay to not join the MPs, although I don’t understand why you wouldn’t…” Sasha whispered.

    “I don’t want to be safe,” you sighed, “I want to make a difference.”

    “Oh, how heroic.” You knew that voice. A grating on your ears. 

    “Kirstein, I don’t recall this conversation involving you,” you said lightly, a bite coming through your voice. 

    “You know,” he continued, ignoring your remark, “nothing ever happens in Garrison anyway. If you really want to be heroic and all that, make a difference, why don’t you just join the scouts?” He had this shit-eating grin on his face and your fingers curled into fists. 

    “Okay, enough, you two,” Sasha sighed and tried to step between you two, but she couldn’t stop the fire now. Annie seemed to grow bored and left, leaving Sasha alone with two cannons ready to explode. 

    “Horse face,” you shot.

    “God complex,” he responded just as easily.

    “I don’t even have one. I literally want to help other people,” you argued.

    “Ego maniac?” 

    “You are insufferable. I can’t believe you’re my comrade.” 

    “Have you ever considered,” he peered into your eyes with a cold gaze, “that you’re just telling yourself you have to put up with me because I’m your comrade, but you actually like me?” 

    Your cheeks began to redden and he backed away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He had a knowing look on his face. 

    “Don’t you want to go back to your little, comfortable, life inside the walls? Most people here would envy you if they found out what I know,” he whispered. 

    “More like I’d find myself suddenly in good company,” you eyed the other recruits, “you know, maybe I will join the Scouts.” 

    “You’d throw away your life over a silly remark? You know, I thought you were smarter than that, but go ahead and join the suicidal maniac.” 

    “Happily,” you said through gritted teeth, your jaw grinding. 

    Jean was staring at you, but it wasn’t cold or defiant. You couldn’t quite place it. His stare was softer and something foreign, something warmer. He looked you over and then glanced away. 

    In a quieter voice, he murmured, “don’t join the Scouts. I was just kidding.” Maybe it was because he knew you’d do it. You weren’t one to joke around and never do what you promised. 

    “Fine. I’ll think about it,” you said, triumphant with what appeared to be him backing down from the fight. Victorious. 

    “Guys,” Sasha walked towards the group and you two followed her. Reloading cannons and polishing equipment did get quite boring, “look what I got,” she pulled out a slab of meat and gave a dopey smile. 

    Your mouth watered at the sight of the meat. The smell itself just intoxicating. 

    “I stole it from the officer’s storehouse,” she said as if it was nothing, “we can eat it after we’re done with this! We can just grow more cattle once we reclaim our lands.” 

    “Sasha…” you started and then closed your eyes, “I want some!” 

    Jean stared at you with horror, “I don’t know if this is a good idea–”

    “Please let me have some too!” Conny shouted and soon everyone was joining in. 

    “Okay, fine,” Jean clenched his jaw and then smiled, “I would like a piece as well!” 

    You chuckled and, seeing the group coming together, you felt as though perhaps you’d never need to use that hand to hand combat. These people weren’t your enemies, just as Jean had said. Maybe, just maybe, you’d get through it together. These people, the walls. Just you and your comrades. You had a sense of responsibility, but when were you ever just a kid? These people made you feel like a kid again. The joking and the screams of joy. You watched Sasha place the meat in a box and you all started to return to your jobs, cleaning with vigor. 

    A thunderous crack. A flash of light. 

    Trainees, really? The military was so desperate that they would use trainees? You jumped off the roof and onto the next, watching to titans pile into Trost. The people. The people. It was a massacre like you’d never seen before. There was so much blood. The liquid just bathed the streets and there wasn’t a single stone without a speck of iron red on it. 

    You sat down and contemplated your options. You were going to die here, right? In every attack in history, that you could think of, there was always the immediate reaction, the one that caused the most deaths. Then there was the planned reaction where things were actually solved. 

    So why did you have to get caught up in the immediate reaction? You clenched your swords. You’d killed plenty of titan dummies. The real thing was so much harder. You couldn’t even bring yourself to raise a sword against them without shaking. 

    They moved, they were unpredictable. Maybe this was humanity’s punishment. 

    “Fuck!” You held your head, a headache quickly overtaking your mind. There was too much to think about, too much mental pain. 

    So you needed to shut it off. You and the rest of your group from the wall were separated now. Your squad was gone. It was only you. You’d have time to mourn them later. Their pained screams were ringing through your mind, but you needed to pull yourself together. 

    “Alright, you’ve got this,” you whispered furiously and gripped your blades tighter. You shut off that fear response, instead coming to the resolve that this would be the battlefield you died on. You no longer cared for your life, you’d run in, foolishly. 

    A scream, a familiar voice. For some reason it had your heart racing, as if it could pound any harder than it already was. You rushed to the other side of the building and saw Jean, grasped in a titan’s hand. Your eyes widened, standing there stupidly as he met your eyes. 

   “Help me!” He screeched and it kicked you into action. 

    You jumped off the roof, latching onto the titan’s nape. A deep, spurting, wound. The titan fell. Your blades had dug deep. You’d been one of the more consistent and efficient slayers of the recruits. You were just glad you’d snapped out of whatever daze came with watching your comrades get eaten. 

    As the titan fell, an ugly little one, you hooked your arm under Jean’s armpit and pulled him to a nearby roof. You dropped him unceremoniously and you took in deep, heaving breaths. 

    “Oh, I’m going to be sick,” you covered your mouth. Your fear was turning into nausea, but you refused to lose your lunch. You stood, your hands resting on your knees. Jean was sitting, dumbfounded on his ass. 

    “At least save it for when I’m not around,” he tried to tease, but the paleness in both of your faces completely threw off any attempt of joking. He was looking at his hands and you were looking at yours. Both were shaking. 

    “Hey, argue with me, dumbass,” he finally said, “tell me what I did was stupid or something.” 

    You didn’t have the energy, instead leaning against the chimney on the roof. The tiles were absolutely wrecked and you could hear the faint screams of people nearby. You just shook your head and closed your eyes, looking up to the sky. He watched you and then stood, walking towards you. 

    “Oi, did you hear me?”

    “No energy, Jean. Can you just quit it?” 

    “No, say something stupid again,” he demanded, “pretend we’re back in bootcamp.”

    “But we’re not in boot camp, Jean.” You opened your eyes drowsily and saw his looming figure. 

    “Yes, you are,” he insisted and he held out his hand. You gently batted it away. The adrenaline was leaving your body and you had no strength to even think of standing. Every part of you was sore and your wrist hurt. 

    “You’re fucking dumb, Kirstein. You go and get yourself caught by a titan and drag me into this mess,” you finally grumbled, but it didn’t have the effect you expected. He smiled widely and you grasped his hand, heaving yourself up. 

   “You’re right,” he said, “don’t let it get to your head, though.” 

    You found yourself grinning now too. You tightened your grip on his hand and nodded, “oh I definitely am.” 

    “We need your help over on the west side! The people aren’t evacuating fast enough.” A soldier screamed. Another came over the other building. 

    “And on the south side titans are all over us,” the other soldier panted. They both stopped and saw the two of you, “is it just you guys left?” 

    “Well, I got separated from my squad and…” Jean trailed off and looked to you. You had a grim look on your face. 

    “My entire squad has fallen. I’m the only one left,” you said lowly. The soldiers looked at each other and then nodded. 

    “We’ll take one each. We need all the help we can get.” The south soldier commanded and you looked at Jean. The only person you knew was a person you couldn’t stand, but now he was someone familiar. In an environment like this, who would notice if you died? It was nice to see a face you recognized. Fuck. You didn’t want to separate, but you had your duties. 

    “I’ll go south,” you announced and put your hand on Jean’s shoulder. He looked conflicted as well, “you go west,” you commanded. 

    “But the titans–” he hesitated, “I’ll go to the south.” 

    “No,” you said harshly, “you’ve already shown you can’t handle yourself. I saved your ass. I can turn off this little part in my brain,” you gestured to your head, “that makes me afraid. You clearly can’t,” you wanted to save him once more, if selfishly, “I didn’t spend all my effort saving you just for you to go die again. Now shut up and listen,” you gripped his shoulder tighter as he stared at you in horror, “I’m not trying to discredit you here, Jean, but don’t you trust me?” 

    He closed his eyes in thought and then let out a deep breath. He pulled your hand off his shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze, which you tried your best not to react to. The man brushed his hand through his hair and then chuckled. 

    “There’s no one I’d trust more,” he finally relented and you wished you didn’t have to part. Maybe, after facing death, you two could truly see eye to eye. In the eyes of death, it didn’t matter who you were, your status, how you led your life. Death took all. 

    “Don’t forget about me, okay, Jean?” You smiled softly and crossed by him to follow the south side soldier. Even though you were shaking at the thought of being thrown back into battle, you refused to let Jean die. 

    “You won’t let me, when I see you again,” he frowned, but you both knew the likelihood of coming back alive from the southern side of Trost was a very small chance. 

    “Of course,” you assured and hopped off the roof, zipping from roof to roof, dodging titan after titan. His figure grew smaller behind you and then disappeared as he went to fulfill his duty. 

    Jean himself hadn’t been able to figure out why he entertained your teasing, but he solved it as he watched you go. 

    “I never got to tell her how I feel about her,” he finally murmured. 

    Your wrist was really starting to hurt. After slaying two titans, you were already worn out. You had no idea how Mikasa did it. She seemed to kill them effortlessly and she never seemed to tire. You wished you had that stamina, but that life wasn’t for you. You were destined to be tired, to be worn down, to be a human. You flexed your wrist and winced. You knew that if you dropped your swords now and let the adrenaline leave you, that you’d never get back up. You were beyond exhaustion. 

    You saw another titan and you glanced at your gear. You tapped the tanks on your ODM gear. Almost empty. You could kill this titan, but what of the two not three blocks away? You brushed strands of hair out of your face. Where was everyone? You looked around, desperately trying to find any of the members of the squad you had just joined. No, there was no one. 

    “Guys?” You called out, “come on, you can’t all be dead,” your voice began to shake. 

    Dread was looming over you. Yes, you had your duty as a soldier, you followed orders to a tee, but you couldn’t believe this feeling that was crawling up your gut. Regret. You took a deep breath in and once again focused on the task at hand. You refused to die with regrets. 

    You pulled the trigger and sunk your swords deep into the titan’s nape. Then you turned around the see the other two titans approaching, ever closer. Your hope was waning as time passed. You were basically out of gas now. Where were the suppliers? You glanced towards HQ and felt your stomach drop. Titans were crawling all over the building. 

    You held your wrist, suddenly letting out a small screech of pain. God, it just hurt so bad. You hoped it was a sprain and that was all. You were pretty close to HQ, but there was no way in hell that you would get through with all those titans. You jumped to the rooftop next to your building, trying to put more distance between you and the two titans behind. 

    “Think, think,” you whispered furiously to yourself, once again. There was no way you survived this, right? 

    Then, like hope reincarnated, you saw Jean. He was leading a group of other recruits. They were headed for HQ. Your eyes widened. There was no way. They’d all die, right? This must be some sick joke, like a suicide charge. 

    “Wait, don’t–” your voice was so meek. Your mouth was tired of speaking, your throat was dry. You coughed. 

    A scream. A titan? You stumbled backwards. Just out of thin air, a huge titan had appeared, it looked unlike the other titans and it crouched into a fighting stance. There was something so uniquely…human about that titan. What was even stranger, was that the titan began to fight the others. You were stunned. While you were standing there dumbly, you saw Jean take the opportunity. Okay, it was time to act too. 

    You jumped and prayed you had enough gas left as you followed his lead. Damn, you couldn’t believe you were following Jean Kirstein. You did have to admit he had good instincts. He saw the opportunity, he took it. That was a good moment of leadership, you’d give him that. 

    You crashed through the window of the building, feeling the glass slice across your cheek. Oh well, just a little inconvenience, but when you finally had caught your breath, Jean was watching you with wide eyes. 

    “You worried or something?” You barked as his eyes caught the cut on your face. 

    “Not at all.” He turned away and walked towards the common area of the building. 

    “You guys understand the plan?” Armin looked between all the recruits, “it’s…not that well polished, but–”

   “But it’s the best we got,” Jean affirmed and Armin looked away sheepishly. 

    “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, okay?” the blonde boy said. 

    “Hurt is inevitable, that’s what we signed up for,” you stated plainly, “we’ve all seen enough comrades die to fulfill a lifetime at this point. I doubt another would hurt any worse.” but you caught Jean watching you intently, his mouth a twisted frown. 

    “There are some people that I wouldn’t like to lose,” Jean spoke up, “so I think it would be painful, but you’re right,” he clenched his hands, “there’s no helping it.” 

    You tilted your head as the others walked away to start putting the plan into motion. 

    “What was that about, Jean?” You demanded as you readied your gear. Being one of the better titan slayers in the group, you were going to join the smaller group of cadets to help kill the titans below. Your wrist was a low pounding in the back of your mind. Right, you needed to kill this last one before your wrist got too much worse. 

    “I think you should just go with the others in the lift. We’ll get Sasha to take your place,” Jean started and you furrowed your eyebrows. 

    “What’s gotten into you?” You frowned, “you know I’m one of the best and I somehow survived until now. I thought you trusted me?” 

    “I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he grasped your arm and you couldn’t help a hiss as he touched your wrist. His eyes widened, “you’re injured too. Don’t be idiotic!” 

    “I’m always idiotic, dumbass,” you shot back, but with less fire. 

    “Why are we even arguing?” Jean sighed, “Our friends have died and this is all we can do? This might be our best shot. I can’t lose another person, please just go with the others.” 

    “No,” you pushed back and ripped your arm out his grasp, despite the pain. 

    “Quit being so stubborn. It’s like you don’t even care what I have to say. Just listen to me.” 

    You suddenly reached out and grasped his hand, carefully holding it. He hesitated. 

    “I like arguing with you, Jean. It makes me feel human and alive,” you tilted your head, “And I wouldn’t argue if I didn’t care about what you had to say,” you pulled out the last of your swords, “see you, Jean.”

    “Hold.” Marco was shaking, like everyone else in the lift. You crouched on a beam, ready. You felt sorry for them. Everyone was shaking like a leaf, but they remained firm. If you all died here, at least you’d go down together. No, you wouldn’t let them down. 

    The titans moved forward, their eyes pressing right up to the barrels of the guns. A few people whimpered in fear. You took a deep breath in, calming the nerves in your stomach. If you missed, you’d probably die and so would others. You had to make it. Marco held the signal to fire until the titans were less than an inch away. 

    Bang! 

    Shot upon shot was fired into the titans’ eyes, blinding them. 

    “Now!” Someone screamed, but you were too nervous out of your mind to even care who. 

    You jumped up and ran until you were directly above your target titan. With all your strength, you let yourself fall towards its nape, slicing down decisively. Then, right as your sword was about to hit its nape, the pain in your wrist exploded like fireworks. You let out a screech of pain as you instinctively dropped the sword in your injured hand, leaving a single scratch mark on the beast’s nape. You were blinded with pain, the world spinning as you fell back. You’d left one sword in the beast and the other was clutch in your uninjured hand. 

    “Y/N missed!” Reiner shouted and you backed away from the creature that was now headed straight for you. 

    No, this wasn’t how it ended, right? You didn’t just fail completely, right? You felt your throat close up and for once, you let the fear course through your veins, you couldn’t stop it. Everything that was built up suddenly released in a wave of nauseous fear. Sure, you’d been a bit overconfident, but you didn’t deserve to die like this. 

    “No, no, no,” you dove out of the way as it lunged, with its huge hands swiping at you. 

    Then, right as you were on the verge of a decisive end, a person swooped down and sliced the beast. You took in a shuddering breath as you watched the titan fall to the side. You looked up to thank your savior, but the moment was instantly ruined upon seeing who it was. He was taking in heaving breaths as well, his eyes wide as he stared at you. 

    “I told you that you were too injured,” he panted. You gingerly stood from your place on the floor, caressing your wrist. 

    “I expected to see your smug horseface staring at me,” you tried to joke, but you’d now both seen death on your doorstep twice. 

    Jean nodded a little and then sheathed his swords. He held out his hand and you stared, confused. He tilted his head.

    “We’re even now,” he said lightly. 

    He headed to the gas canisters and began to refill his tanks. You followed him, at a loss for words. You watched as he went about replenishing his gear, but you couldn’t focus. You had this feeling in your gut, a sinking feeling, and you wondered if he felt it too. 

    “Jean, wait,” you suddenly grasped his arm when he was done. He looked caught off guard and raised an eyebrow, “don’t you dare get separated from me again. You’ll get yourself killed.” Was all you could muster, despite the word vomit threatening to come out–like how he suddenly and mysteriously made you feel comfort in a world as cruel as this one. 

    “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he looked you up and down and smiled, “never thought I’d see you worried about me.”

    “Don’t get too comfortable, I’m more concerned about your health and safety,” you stammered, “as a comrade, of course.” 

    He had a cocky grin on his face, but it didn’t piss you off like it usually did. He took a step towards you and you found it quite hard to swallow all of a sudden. This wasn’t anything like basic training, where you easily threw him to the dirt time after time. Now, he had the power and you were busy feeling injured and ashamed that you let down the others. Jean leaned down, his nose brushing yours and your cheeks were red immediately. 

    “I’m perfectly comfortable here, are you?” He whispered fiendishly. You pushed him off a little because everything was becoming hot. Your hands were sweating and the room felt like it had become at least ten degrees warmer. 

    “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” You tried to bite back stubbornly, but your words were falling off. Then you smiled. You were going to take control now. You pushed back towards him, leaning in and looking up with wide eyes, “if you’re so comfortable, why don’t you just kiss me already, idiot?” 

    He grabbed your jacket and pulled you into a deep kiss, “how about that for comfort?” 

    You pulled away with a grin, “yeah, that’s pretty damn good for a dumbass.”

to be continued...?

#aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x reader #snk x reader #jean x reader #jean #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #fluff #angst #e2l #jean e2l #god complex #aot e2l

[lolabangtan]

A N G E L | multi

You came to this world with a purpose: seven wicked souls wander this realm in search of what was stolen from them. While they seek revenge, you seek a way to hunt them down, but destiny has it deemed that you will find kinship in what is owed redemption.

Word count: ??

Warnings: smut, heavy religious themes, mild violence, toxic behaviour, mentions of abuse.

# non-linear storyline, supernatural AU, soulmates AU, CEO/celebrity AU, fallen angel!OT7 x devil hunter!female reader, dom/sub dynamics, strangers to enemies to lovers, a bit Namjoon!main, explicit warnings for each chapter.

· read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist

BOOK I.

scripture

heaven-sent

nuova eva

wrath

BOOK II.

rib

seed

womb

sin

BOOK III.

on a cross

ruth

revelations

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Lola.

#sub!bts #sub!namjoon #sub!seokjin #sub!yoongi #sub!hoseok #sub!jimin #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #ongoing #multiff #supernatural #71719090 #soulmates #e2l #bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts fanfiction #bts x reader

[jadejedi]

Fantasy Book Review: The Captive Trilogy by C.S. Pacat

JJ’s rating: 4.5/5

How feral did it make me: 5/5

My book reviews

Ahh these books. What can I possibly say about these books that hasn’t been said before? I first read these books not long after the third book, Kings Rising, was published, back in 2016. If I remember correctly, on that first read, I was sort of like, eh, these are good. I like these. And then a bit later, maybe like a year later (?) I went back and reread them and was like “oh my god?? oh my god?? OH MY GOD??!” And now they have become one of my more frequent rereads (like almost once a year), and they are easily the fandom that I most frequently return to in between hyper fixations. I only have these books on Kindle, and they are pretty thoroughly annotated at this point. Book two, Prince’s Gambit, is genuinely one of my favorite books of all time. 

Okay, if you haven’t read these books or heard of them, here’s the summary: Damianos of Akielos, the crown prince of this world’s version of ancient Greece, is captured by his half-brother in a coup and sent to his country’s greatest enemy, Vere, which is this world’s version of, like, a more debauched version of medieval France. Damen is given as a sex slave to the frigid Crown Prince Laurent. The problem? Damen killed Laurent’s older brother, Prince Auguste, five years ago, and if Laurent finds out Damen's true identity, he’ll definitely have him killed. So Damen has to make his way through the complexities of the Veretian court, ruled by Laurent’s uncle, the Regent, while trying to escape before his identity is revealed. 

There are a LOT OF content warnings for these books, but some of them are spoilers, so if you want them, DM me and I will be happy to answer any questions about content. I will say that the first book has a fairly different tone than the later two. The first book really leans in more to the master/slave kink dynamics of the whole story and is more like ~oooh look! So sexy! So provocative!~ The second and third books are more like “here, let me stab you with these heart wrenching revelations and genuine emotions!!!!!” Like the kink dynamics are still there in the later two books, but the tone is much more serious, if that makes sense. I believe C.S. Pacat has sort of talked about how the Captive Prince series was kind of her practice trilogy before writing Dark Rise (book two out now!!), and I think that is most obvious in the first book. 

The relationship between Damen and Laurent is absolutely wonderful. I consider them one of my top two or three OTPs. The hatred. The eventual respect. The yearning. The pining. The LONGING. THE TRUST. Here are some of my favorite (non spoilery) lines (all from book 2 because 2 and 3 have the best lines but the best lines in book 3 are all spoilers):

“It was like being pleased by a thorn bush, feeling fond of every prickle. Another second and he was going to say something ridiculous like that.”

“To get what you want, you have to know exactly how much you are willing to give up.” 

“A kingdom, or this.” (this line lives RENT FUCKING FREE in my mind forever)

These books also have a fairly unambiguously happy ending. The author has published several short stories, which are all very enjoyable.

Due to the content of these books, they are definitely not for everyone, but for me, at least, I think they are brilliant. They are THE enemies to friends to lovers couple, in my humble opinion. Also, there is a fairly large fandom for these books, with some GREAT fan artists and fanfic authors. Truly we are all blessed.

#captive prince #fantasy book review #book review #mlm #e2l #slowww burn #it feels weird to review a book that i read so long ago #and have been in the fandom for for years #but i kinda want to just go through and review a lot of my favorite books #so here we goooo #romantasy

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: my first series, please bear with me, loves 💕 ALSO, if you wanna be added to my taglist, please comment here or send me an ask (anon or not) :) ✨️ @sungbeam thank you a LOT for helping me find some better words for the synopsis, i appreciate you a lot :3

His same, old, safe bet

Jeong Jaehyun, rejected? That was such a sight to see, honestly," his other friend, Mingyu, chortled loudly, before adding: "I bet two bucks she won't fall for you."

Irritated, Jaehyun glared at him. "Bet?"

"Bro, are you really going to make a bet for two bucks? I bet two hundred." Seokmin said, before looking at him. "Are you in?"

"Give me two weeks," he stated, and the determination could be read on his face.

"Two weeks it is." Mingyu sealed the deal, before starting to enjoy his break with his friends.

Synopsis: Jeong Jaehyun has been the college's resident heartbreaker since before girls could even remember. He didn't care about feelings—well, until he met you. Blinded by your thirst for revenge, you become determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. It's only a matter of time before Jaehyun's carefully crafted walls come crashing down... right at your feet.

Genre: college!au, kind of an enemies-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff

Pairing: heartthrob!Jaehyun × fem!reader (feat. Yuta × reader's bff)

Warnings: time skip, mentions of bad past relationships, mentions of heartbreak in later chapters, some curse words, Jaehyun is a bit of a douchebag, attempt of crack (in some chapters), more to be added eventually

Started: August 15 2022

Ended: tbd

✨️ Taglist: @painted-hills, @kookiedesi, @shakalakaboomboo, @bluisheye93, @daegall, @lovelyjaem, @ahtisa02, @carelessshootanonymous, @justineasian, @eneiyri, @pckeia, @shairamaexx, @vanclaudewho, @sungbeam, @chuusposts, @mkjeong, @precioussoulofmine, @sstarrysshit, @evilsailorsenshi, @angel-luv-04, @riki-is-my-bias

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...

Part one - State of the broken hopes

Part two - New people, same old mistakes

Part three - What do you want from me?

#nct 127 #nct × reader #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun series #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #college!au #e2l #'97 line #seventeen #yuta #angst with a happy ending #jaehyun x you #nct x you #nct 127 x you

[rainbinni]

Published books recommendations 📚

Here are some of the best books I’ve read so far. I have a lot more to read so I’ll probably made other posts. Let me know your favorite books so I can read it ;)

!! All of those books content strong and mature language !!

Off campus serie - Elle Kennedy [5 books] (Young adult)

The deal (Garett & Hannah) [400 pages] The mistake (Logan & Grace) [336 pages] The score (Dean & Ally) [384 pages] The goal (Tuck & Sabrina) [384 pages] The legacy (everyone) [337 pages]

Follow the stories of four hockey players roommates and their sex/love life. Each books are about one of the roommates except the last who reunited everyone.

Briar university series - Elle Kennedy [4 books] (young adults)

The chase (Fitz & Summer) [368 pages] The risk (Brenna & Jake) [408 pages] The play (Hunter & Demi) [400 pages] The dare (Conor & Taylor) [336 pages]

This four books are the following stories of the off campus series. It’s about four roommates (2 girls 2 boys) who moved in the house of the off campus roommates (who leaved after graduation)

Twisted serie - Ana Huang [4 books] (young adults)

Twisted love (Ava & Alex) [343 pages] Twisted game (Bridget & Rhys) [438 pages] Twisted hate (Jules & Josh) [504 pages] Twisted lies (Stella & Christian) [558 pages]

Those books follow the stories of four best friend and their love life. You can find tropes like e2l, s2l, best friend brother/ brother best friend, bodyguard…

Devil’s night serie - Penelope Douglas [6 books] (Dark romance)

Corrupt (Micheal & Rika) [499 pages] Hideaway (Kai & Banks) [522 pages] Kill switch (Damon & Winter) [638 pages] Conclave [100 pages] Nightfall (Will & Emory) [727 pages] Fire night [95 pages]

30th October. Devil’s night. Their night. Every year the four horsemen put their masks on and pull the best prank on the city without fearing any consequences. Having rich family make them untouchable. Or at least that’s what they thought…

A million kisses in your life time - Monica Murphy [554 pages] (young adults)

At Lancaster Prep, the girls love her. They all want to be her friend. Only Crew see Wren for who she really is. A repressed little virgin who keeps her feelings locked up so tight she’s probably close to bursting. She thinks she’s above us all. Even him. She’s not his type. Until they’re forced to work together in class and realize they might have more things in common than they originally thought. Soon enough he find himself completely obsessed. He will do anything for this girl to make her fall in love with him.

Icebreaker - Hanna Grace [414 pages] (young adults)

Anastasia Allen is a competitive figure skater since she was five years old, a full college scholarship thanks to her place on the Maple Hills skating team, and a schedule that would make even the most driven person weep, Stassie comes to win. No exceptions. Nathan Hawkins has never had a problem he couldn’t solve. As captain of the Maple Hills Titans, he knows the responsibility of keeping the hockey team on the ice rests on his shoulders. When a misunderstanding results in the two teams sharing a rink, and Anastasia’s partner gets hurt in the aftermath, Nate finds himself swapping his stick for tights, and one scary coach for an even scarier one. The pair find themselves stuck together in more ways than one, but it’s fine, because Anastasia doesn’t even like hockey players…right?

#booksbooksbooks #books recommendations #devils night series #off campus #briar u #icebreaker #a million kisses in your lifetime #twisted series #smut #fluff #angts #e2l #fake dating #fwb dating #there’s only one bed #and a lot more but I’m too lazy too right everything

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- epilogue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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several years later

Tainan, Taiwan

Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.

The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.

He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.

"You finally found me."

"Who said I ever lost track of you?"

Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"

Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."

Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.

"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"

The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"

Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"

He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."

"Aw."

"No, that wasn't a compliment."

"It sounded like one though."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."

Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"

"Blake."

"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."

"And she did."

"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"

"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."

Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."

A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"

He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."

Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."

"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."

He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"

"I might or might not have my sources."

The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."

"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."

"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.

"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."

"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."

"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."

"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."

Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."

"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."

"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"

"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.

He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.

"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"

"Thought you had kept track on all of us."

"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."

Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."

"You mean Cassandra?"

"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"

"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."

Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."

"So the two live nearby."

He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."

"And Yoongi?"

"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."

Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"

"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."

"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."

"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."

Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.

A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.

"Bella-baby, you're late!"

"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"

She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.

Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"

"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."

He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."

Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."

"And you're older than us, so it fit."

He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"

Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"

"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."

As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"

"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."

They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago  - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.

"Anyway, let's go."

Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.

She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.

She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.

And they drove off.

THE END

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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!

❗ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well!

- check out my other bts stories, too: here

#park jimin #bts jimin #jimin #jimin au #jimin fanfic #thief au #gangster au #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #exes to lovers #ex2l #e2l #f2l #bts #bts au #bts fic #jimin angst #jimin fluff #bts fanfic #bts x oc #bts series #kat mcnamara #katherine mcnamara #taehyung #yoongi #seokjin #jungkook #namjoon #hoseok #jimin mafia

[btsgotjams27]

Hey, congrats on your milestone!!! If your requests are still open I’d love to ask for one 👀 Can I have Yoongi E2L with the suggestion of: "I'm not the villain. I'm not the villain."

yoongi is a grumpy old man who doesn’t want your help.

✨ title: simple, starving to be safe ✨ pairing: wood workshop owner!yoongi x f!reader ✨ genre: enemies to lovers, angst | ✨ rating: m/18+ | ✨ word count: 1.9k ✨ warnings: language, alcoholism, yoongi calls reader sweetheart, yoongi is a mean drunk, yoongi’s veiny hands/arms, kind of bratty reader(?) but deep down she cares for him, kissing, light breast play✨ prompt: i’m not the villain. i'm not the villain. ✨ a/n: rachel! thank you so much for requesting this. it was so much fun to write. i hope i was able to do e2l alright T_T i apologize, i'm not the best at this trope but i hope you like it!

It wasn't hard to miss the highlighter neon yellow sign amongst the sea of white. You usually walk past the handwritten ads outside your local grocery store, but what was written on there caught your attention.

The first line in bold lettering:

Hot guy needs your help.

The second and third lines:

Looking for a social media coordinator and content creator for a small business.

Call Kim Taehyung for more details. Will generously compensate.

"Fucking Kim Taehyung. I'm gonna kill him," Yoongi mumbled. He guessed Taehyung was the one who posted something about needing help with the shop.

Like other small businesses during the pandemic, MYG Studios took a hit. It was thriving with clients and customers, but Yoongi's studio struggled to stay open once companies closed. His savings account was depleting by the day, and there were plenty of days when he thought of letting his shop go, but he couldn’t; it was his baby.

"Um…what?"

"Don't need you, sweetheart. You can go," he waved you off before taking a swig of his bottle of whiskey. Since business was slow, he took up a new hobby while working - drinking.

Sweetheart? Ew. The two of you were practically the same age, and it bugged you when men freely called you pet names.

"Err…you probably shouldn't be drinking while operating heavy machinery," you pointed out, worried that he would become a liability.

You had already inquired with Taehyung about the job and happily accepted the position. You were a micro content creator on TikTok, and your audience was steadily growing, so you knew the ins and outs of what kind of content your followers wanted.

"Why are you still here, sweetheart? I'm sure you have better places to be," Yoongi grumbled.

You didn't have anywhere better to be. The beauty of being a content creator; you are free to set your schedule. "I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Yoongi, right? Look…give me two weeks, and if you don't see an increase in business, then I'll leave you alone."

His eyes flitted to yours, beginning to rake you in from head to toe and back up again. Yoongi snickered, shaking his head. Standing up from behind the machine, he walked towards you, leaning against a table, arms crossed. "How old are you?"

You silently scoffed, not understanding what your age had to do with anything. "Twenty-nine." You could see Yoongi perking up at your answer, like an oh…"Why? How old did you think I was?"

You were older than Yoongi thought you were. By the looks of what you were wearing, he would have guessed the mid-20s. He grumbled something indistinct under his breath. The only thing you could make out was Taehyung's name.

"So…can we start now?"

Even though Yoongi dismissed you several times since your first meeting, you were unrelenting, showing up every day at his studio.

“You’re cramping my style and my business, sweetheart. How many times do I have to tell you to leave?” Yoongi grumbled, taking another sip of his usual glass filled with whiskey. You told him to stop drinking during business hours, but he never listened. He didn’t care what you thought of him; he wondered why you were still around. But you told him to give you two weeks; if he didn’t see any results, you’d be out of his grumpy old hair in no time.

“Business? What business? I don’t see any customers.” You asked, looking around his studio. Everything was pristine because there hadn’t been any customers for weeks. “But after I post this video, I’m sure people will come running.”

You opened TikTok, going to the MYG Studio profile. You compiled a video edit of Yoongi cutting wood, sanding down the board, and staining it. You needed to add music before it was ready to go.

Yoongi didn’t even acknowledge you anymore; he could barely tolerate you if he were honest, a thorn in his side that he couldn’t reach to pull out. And your excitement and perkiness only fueled his hatred and annoyance towards you.

Taehyung, Yoongi’s friend, knocked on his studio door. “How’s everything going? Getting any business?”

“Get her outta here, Tae, before I throw her out.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Taehyung teased, walking over to you.

“When does he not wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” You suggested, with arms crossed, leaning against the wall. It had only been a few minutes since you uploaded Yoongi’s video, but your phone notifications were buzzing noisily by the second.

Flipping your phone over, you had over twenty notifications, and it wasn’t under your TikTok profile; it was under MYG Studios. As you opened the app, there were over a hundred likes for Yoongi’s video edit and at least thirty to forty comments.

“Who is this guy? His hands–the things I’d want him to do to me.”

“Pls sir. Choke me with those hands.”

“Where is this? I need go here and have this guy help me make something.”

“Can you imagine those fingers pumping in and out of my—nvm.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the comments underneath the video. Now you know precisely what kind of content to record for Yoongi’s TikToks. You handed your phone to Taehyung to show him the thirst over Yoongi’s hands.

Taehyung audibly gasped, covering his mouth. “Hyung—all these people want you to finger them.” The two of you laughed. “Who would’ve known that all it took was hand porn to save your business? Damn–I wonder if these hands will make me money?” Taehyung joked while twirling his hand and fingers.

Yoongi scowled at the two of you. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, continuing to sip on his last few drops of whiskey.

You never showed Yoongi the final video before posting it, so you walked to him, handing over your phone. The footage mostly showed cuts of Yoongi working in the studio and focusing on his hands, which were now your most prized possession.

“Take this shit off of the internet, sweetheart. No one wants to see that.”

Snatching your phone from him, you spat out, “No, and make me grumpy.” You found your niche for Yoongi and were excited to make more content.

A month had passed, and you were right; you found your niche with MYG Studios, and the outpour of love and support for Yoongi’s business was insane. It was crazy how one simple video goes viral, and everyone wants a piece of whatever it is; that’s the beauty of social media.

Business was booming for Yoongi, and there were times when you thought he was going soft on you, that maybe he stopped hating your guts for helping his business thrive. But as much as you wanted Yoongi to change, some things never did.

You looked over on a Friday afternoon and saw Yoongi passed out on his work desk, softly snoring in his white tee and the navy apron he was always found in. Shaking your head at him, you continued sweeping away at the mess on the ground.

You set your phone on the work table next to you, waiting for an important call from a buyer who found Yoongi’s video through TikTok. Not realizing how messy his studio was, you kept sweeping until you reached the back room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from an unknown number.

“Yah–” Yoongi softly croaked, clearing his throat. “Yah–” he tried again to get your attention. He poked his head up, wondering where you disappeared to.

Walking back with the broom in hand and confusion on your face, you made a face at Yoongi. “What? Grumpy?”

“Turn off your fucking phone, sweetheart. I’m trying to nap.”

Today was the first day where he had some time off from clients and making new products for vendors. You rolled your eyes at him and walked to grab your phone, setting down the broom to answer the call that was annoying him. “Hello? Yes, this is she,” as the call continued, you couldn’t contain your excitement; it was the buyer on the other end.

When you hung up the call and muffled a scream, jumping up and down in place, Yoongi scowled at you as the grumpy gramps he was. “Yoongi, you have a very important buyer coming to your studio in an hour! I need you to buckle up, put on your big boy pants, and put away your grumpy attitude.”

Yoongi stood up, slamming his hands on the table, making your eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Jeez, sweetheart. You’re such a pain in my ass. I don’t wanna meet them. I don’t care if I go viral on TikTok or make money or become successful,” Yoongi huffed. “Don’t give a shit if I die in this hellhole.”

He didn’t scare you, and he could never scare you. As much as he was annoyed with you or was mean to you, there was an inkling feeling that he did all these things so he wouldn’t become close to others, and a part of you was determined to break down that wall.

You took a stride towards him; this was the closest you’d been near him. And like you expected, he smelled earthy, warm, and reassuring. “Yoongs,” slightly shaking your head, you said, “I’m not the villain here.” You sighed, feeling defeated, "I'm not the villain. I just…I don’t know—I’m invested. I can’t turn my back on you now."

And you were serious about it. You weren’t going to abandon him; it wasn’t about success or fame. You didn’t care about that; you cared about him.

Your eyes darted to his, then down to his apron, noticing a small piece of a wood chip stuck to it; your hand automatically reached to pull it, but Yoongi held your wrist. "Why do you care so much?" He looked into your eyes, hoping to find an answer. He didn't understand why you'd go out of your way to help him.

You shrugged, gently pulling your wrist from his grasp. “What? I can’t care about you?”

“Trust me, sweetheart. You don’t want to. I’m a fucking mess,” Yoongi muttered, reaching for the bottle of whiskey, but you stopped him. Peering at you, he almost wanted to start an argument, but he resisted this time.

You slotted yourself between his legs, your index finger lifting his chin to make him look at you. Yoongi’s eyes were easy to read, and you could see their sadness and hurt. "There are other ways to ease the pain, you know..."

Yoongi gripped your wrist once again. “Yeah? Like what?” He tilted his head, sporting a grin. He knew what you were alluding to, but he wanted you to say it.

You scoffed at his cockiness. Fine, you thought. "Me."

You leaned in, cupping his face, lips crashing into his. It's as if he was trying to resist what he wanted, but he finally gave in. His whiskey breath was hot against yours as he opened his mouth, moaning at the simplest touch of your tongue. His kiss was carnal, animalistic and full of lust. His veiny hands gripped your waist, pulling you in closer against his growing erection.

You annoyed the fuck out of him, but he thought you were so fucking hot when you pushed his buttons. He hated and secretly loved it. His hands slid underneath your sweater, pushing it further to reveal your lace bra.

"Shit–baby." He tugged you closer, burying his face in your breasts, kissing the soft flesh, gently biting your nipple. Through a shaky breath, Yoongi muttered, "This is just sex, and that's it."

"Good—I wouldn't want anything else from you."

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts fic #bts fanfic #e2l #follower milestone #fic: sstbs #yoongi #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x y/n

[ramveins]

Whenever I see tweets like the one below, I get so confused because it feels like people just want to move the Overton window over but for... writing tropes? Instead of simply picking a less extreme trope to read from???

(Also the implication that people who read more "problematic" types of e2l stories must love oppressors and bullies in real life is a little... 😬)

^My badly done visualization for reference that does Not include all forms of (thing)-to-lovers just fyi lol

#i do think e2l got a bit sanitized by people labelling every popular ship with it #so now whenever sometimes has an actual e2l ship it seems more shocking #maybe. Thats just my theory .a game theo— #twitter #trope meta #tropes #overton window #enemies to lovers #e2l #rivals to lovers #discourse #shipping #fandom #fandom meta #writeblr #bookblr #writing #anti anti #text tag

[ljnsdump]

MASTERLIST!

This post is a masterlist for all of my published stories so you won't have to scroll down to hell to find it. Enjoy!

(This is in a sequence from oldest to latest)

ATTRACTION (Lee Jeno x F!reader)

Her insecurities drowning her and breaking her apart, oh if only she saw herself in his eyes.

Genre: M/F, brother’s best friend, fluff with a tinge of angst, senior high school setting

TIMELESS (Suh Johnny x F!reader)

We’re a mess, you and I. But the truth is, you captivate me in ways no soul ever will.

Genre: M/F, established relationship, angst, fluff, college setting

IF IT'S MEANT TO BE, IT WILL BE (Jeong Jaehyun x F!reader)

MDNI

When a heart knows, it knows. There's no explaining it. You can only trust it.

Genre: M/F, exes to lovers, angst, fluff, slight smut, suggestive, oneshot

WHAT A PLOT TWIST YOU WERE (Park Jisung x F!reader)

You can't force chemistry to exist where it doesn't, the same way you can't deny it when it does.

Genre: M/F, slight enemies to lovers, fluff, classmates, school setting no mature scenes

Everything in Time (Lee Jeno x F!reader)

MDNI

Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.

Genre: M/F, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut, tiny angst, late 20s established career setting

Broken? No, Just Rearranging (SERIES) (Mingyu x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

MDNI

Just let go of the illusion that it could have been any different.

Genre: M/F, old friends to lovers, fluff(in the next chapters), smut (not in this chap tho), angst, late 20s established career setting

#nct fic recs #nctzen #lovestory #Park Jisung #enemies to lovers #e2l #nct #nct dream #nctjisung #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct smut #nct jisung #nct imagines #kpop au #nct au #jisung au #jeno #jisung hard hours #boyfriend #nct dream jisung #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct aus #nct scenarios #nct fics #nct 127 #seventeen #seventeen au #mingyu

[angelfic]

me thinking about a vague idea for any piece of writing ever: hmmm. how can I make these characters hate each other so bad they wanna rip the others clothes off.

#i will do anything to make a fic e2l #I’m surprised all my fics aren’t #and that’s only cause they’d all be the exact same insults so I need to pace myself #ni writes #ni.txt #writing #writing problems #fanfiction #fanfic #enemies to lovers #e2l #tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #andrew Garfield x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #wolfstar #tom holland x reader #eddie munson x reader

[wonwoosthetic]

Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 11 |

Series Masterlist

K-Pop Masterlist

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: what could possibly happen in the next chapter once Wonwoo finds out about who Chanyeol really is?

"But I don’t think we should hide it any longer. Right babe?”

"You whore!"

"Binna!" You shut your best friend down, who was sitting right in front of you, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she started to lean back into her seat. You reached forward to get a hold of the cocktail you had ordered while Binna kept her eyes fixed on you, her tongue gliding over the upper row of her teeth.

"Unbelievable," she shook her head with a chuckle, "You... wow..." Just like you, she still seemed to be in disbelief of what you had just told her. There was no way you could've kept everything to yourself for much longer and this woman had been your best friend for such a long time - she deserved to know everything that was keeping you up at night. 

Last week was... interesting. A lot had happened, and you were still trying to work through everything. Telling it like it was the greatest book you had ever read seemed to help... slightly. It started with you having to take care of the company you had been working for your entire adult life and ended with having to pin your blouse together, keeping it from flashing everyone in the office after being tied up underneath the CEO's desk. Oh, and there was now the dinner you would be having in a few days - can't forget about that.

-

After you had somehow managed to free yourself from the tight knot Wonwoo had put into the tie around your wrists, using all the strength you had, still crouched down, you put your underwear and pants back on, stuffing your blouse into your trousers. That's when you encountered the first problem: there were absolutely no buttons on that top anymore. Not even one. You cursed underneath your breath and tried to wrap both sides around your torso tightly before putting the blouse into your pants, hoping that it would hold its place until you reached your office. 

With a little peek over the top of the desk, you could see that only two employees were already in the office, giving you not too much anxiety about walking over to the other office across from you. You got back on your feet, quickly noticing that your legs were weaker than you wanted to admit, fucking Wonwoo... this man...

Still, your wobbly legs managed to bring you to the other side of the floor, greeting the employees along the way, and immediately closing your office's door once you were inside. A heavy breath fell from your lips. The first deep and free breath you were able to take after the events of the past few minutes. You didn't want to let much more time go to waste, remembering that your father was looking for you and your office had windows as walls, giving everyone the perfect view of everything you would be doing. Therefore, you reached for the string that would bring the blinds down and give you at least a little bit more privacy. Privacy... you couldn't help but to chuckle. If there was one thing you didn't have right now it would be that. Anyways, your eyes scanned the room as you tried to find what you were looking for in your memories. Where did I put them... 

You brought your body to sit behind your desk, your hands on the small cupboard underneath it, where you usually kept paper, pens, pencils, and all different kinds of stationery. And then your eyes fell on what you had hoped to finally find - safety pins. Another moment in which you thanked Binna and her brain. She had told you about one of her colleagues dressed ripping during a field day and her being able to play the night and shining amour, helping her by carrying around an entire little box filled with safety pins of all sizes. Only a day later, she came by the office to place one on your desk, reminding you that this could happen to anyone and everyone.

Thank you, Binna.

Somehow, you managed to make the pins not as noticeable, at least you hoped so and were about to exit your office again, when a silhouette, and a voice followed right after, stopped you.

"Any reason why your blinds are down? Are you okay?" Jisoo had just come in, standing still in the door as he looked at you, who was glancing at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hm?" You wondered in surprise before your brain worked through his words, "Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry. I... no reason." Still not the best at lying, oh well.

Jisoo nodded hesitantly, but before he could speak up again, your eyes fell on the big binder in his arms.

"What's that," you wondered, pointing at it.

The man looked down, just to make sure what you were talking about before raising his head again, "Oh yeah, you're father's here."

"I know," you let a big huff out, and Jisoo frowned in confusion, but decided to ignore it. "So what's up with the folder?" You asked again.

"Like I said, your father's here," he repeated his answer and only then, it clicked in your head.

You chuckled, "Are you trying to look busy?" To which he also smiled,

"Call me busy Jisoo. A professional businessman."

That made you laugh. Jisoo had always been a little wary of your father and no, he does not like him. Not even a bit. "Very professional, chatting with the COO instead of working."

"We're having a very serious conversation here, I don't know what you're talking about. You're the one speaking with me instead of looking for your father," he told you, his fingers picking an invisible piece of lint off his clothes.

You nodded, "I know, I know," and sighed, "I'm going already, don't worry." With quick steps, you got closer to him, making him step out of the room and follow you into the hallway before he stopped at his own office while you continued your way to the elevator, remembering where Wonwoo had said they would be going.

"Good luck!" Was the last thing Jisoo shouted at you, to which you shouted back,

"I'll need that, thank you," and disappeared around the corner to go two floors down.

Arrived at the app-development department, you headed to Mingyu's office in the hopes of finding the three men still there, and to your luck, they were. Mingyu was the first to notice you, waving you over with a bright smile on his face before he directed his attention back to your father and Wonwoo, who turned around to see your silhouette getting closer.

Without even both of your feet in the office yet, your father spoke up, "And where have you been?" Catching you slightly off guard.

"Hi, Dad," you greeted him, keeping your voice monotone, "I was helping some employees with their work."

He looked at you hesitantly, smacking his lips, "That's not your job, you know? Let the CEOs help the others, and you can focus on your work, alright?" You were about to answer back, but Wonwoo beat you to it,

"I asked her to help them because we were a bit busy."

"Ah," the oldest man in the room nodded, "I see." You felt the tension in the room spread slowly, and you were sure it wasn't there before you had entered. As soon as your father and you encounter each other, everyone around the two of you could feel a clock ticking down. Down to what, no one knew, but no one wanted to know what could happen once that clock hit zero. Thankfully, there were people like Mingyu, that could just keep talking, no matter the situation they found themselves in.

"Would you like to see the other floor too, Mister Yoon? Wonwoo has his other employees one floor up."

"Yeah, sure," he answered, "But there was something else I'd wanted to talk to you guys about." Suddenly your breath got stuck inside of your throat. There was no way, right? You were just getting paranoid, you had to calm down. "I'd like to invite you all to dinner. My treat, of course," your father explained, making you quietly breathe out in relief, getting a weird side-eye from the co-CEO. "I think the time has come where we can sit down together and have a comfortable conversation. From ex-CEO to new CEOs," and before he was completely finished, he turned to you, "Of course, the COO can come too," smiling brightly, as if anything he had just said was somewhere close to being funny.

"Thanks," you mumbled under your breath, which was quiet enough for the older man and CEO to not hear, but for Mingyu to catch it, making him reach out for your upper arm, patting it gently, but he was quick to pull back again.

-

A hand waving in front of your face brought you back from your daydream.

"Hellooooo?" You finally registered Binna's voice again as you snapped out, directing your gaze back to her.

"Hm?"

A wide smirk spread on her lips, "Did you just think of it?"

"What?"

"Your little office fuck."

"Binna!" You exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief, a small smile decorating your face.

She quickly shot her hands up in defence, "Hey, you did it, not me. And now you're even daydreaming about it. Damn..." she thought for a second before opening her mouth again, "Was it that good? Be honest," pointing a strict finger at you. You got a hold of your drink again, bringing it to your lips as you started nodding with a shy grin curling the corners of your mouth. "THAT good?" She repeated her question, and you just continued nodding.

"I'm jealous," Binna sighed, reaching for her own cocktail and taking a sip, her eyes still strict on you, "But Y/N," the tone of her voice made you look up, "Are you... are you sure about this? You know what happened last time."

You placed the glass back down on the table, "I know," letting a deep breath fall from your lips, "But... I mean... ugh... I don't know," falling back in your booth seat. "I know what you mean, I really do understand it. But... it's difficult, you know?" You kept quiet for a few seconds, trying to gather your thoughts, "It's not like I'm suddenly in love with him, don't worry. I just... it's complicated..."

"Clearly," Binna agreed before her true personality took over again, "Maybe he fucked you into crushing on him. Maybe that's his whole spiel, you know? Fucking someone so well that they're under his little spell." Her comment made you chuckle, and seeing you like this brought a smile to her lips again, "I'm just saying. That's exactly what it sounds like to me."

A few moments later, your laughter died down again, and you looked down at your fingers on top of the table, "Did I fuck up?"

"Yep." She simply answered, making you raise your head, looking at her with your mouth slightly open, unsure of what you just heard was true. "What? You want an honest answer, and I'm giving you one." You knew she was right. Of course, she was. She always was. This girl knew you better than anyone else. Every detail, every little thing about you and your life, she knew about it. "But it's not necessarily only you that fucked up, you know? He's just as involved in this as you are. And... I do think that... it could work... but the two of you would really need to work on that. Like reeaallyy."

"But I don't even know if he wants that. Hell, I don't even know if I want that!" You exclaimed in annoyance, cradling your head in your hands.

"Want what?" A masculine voice from behind you made itself known, making you turn around and frown,

"Jisoo? What are you doing here?"

"A met up with a few friends of mine here." His signature smile was plastered on his face, as inviting and friendly as always.

"You have friends outside of work?" You wondered jokingly as you and Jisoo only knew each other as work best friends, but have just been out together once before and never again ever since then. Why? No idea.

The man chuckled, "Shocker, right?" Before his eyes landed on your friend sitting across from you," I could say the same about you though."

"Touché," you squinted your eyes at him before motioning towards your friend, "That's Binna. Binna, Jisoo."

They shook hands and greeted each other, and typical for Binna, she was quick to want to get to know other people,

"Do you want to sit with us, Jisoo? We've just been talking."

"Oh no, I don't want to interrupt-"

"No, no, don't worry, you're not interrupting," she shut him down, smiling at him, making him chuckle,

"Alright...," he hesitantly answered, looking at you first, "If you don't mind?" To which you shook your head with a smile. He directed straight towards you, still standing up, "What's got you so worked up?"

"Just her little office fling," Binna smirked, the alcohol clearly taking over slowly.

"Binna!" You scolded her once again, this time overlaying it with a little whine, reminding her that Jisoo was working in mentioned office, but he didn't seem to be taken aback in the slightest by what she had just let out.

"Oh," he chuckled, sounding clearly amused, "With Mister Jeon?"

Suddenly, your eyes opened wide, and you swore that you could feel your heart stopping for a second too long, "Excuse me?!"

At the same time, Binna was more than just excited, "Oh my god! Sit down, sit down," and got up to drag the man to sit down next to you before taking her own seat again, leaning forward, her hands pressed on top of the table, "You know about this?!"

Yeah, exactly. He knew about this?! How the...

Jisoo laughed, "Obviously," he looked at you, "You didn't really think I was THAT blind, did you?"

"I- well, I- I mean," there was no way any complete sentences, let alone words, would come out of your mouth, giving Binna the perfect opportunity to jump in.

"Was it that obvious in the office?" Her grin reached each one of her ears, and you hoped her cheeks would hurt later on. She'd deserve it.

Your co-worker gazed at you first, an assuring smile on his lips before he continued, "Well, I mean..."

"Was it?! Is it?!" You interrupted him, only making him chuckle a little louder than before.

"You were at an event with him, called him Wonwoo instead of Mister Jeon, got awkward as soon as I asked you about him AND what the hell happened to your blouse last Friday?" He counted with his fingers before sending you a quick smirk, leaving Binna without any words as she gazed at him - something close to admiration in her eyes.

"Wow..." she sighed, "You're even better than me," and smiled at the newfound friend. Jisoo grinned proudly, leaning back and placing a hand gently on the back of your head as he couldn't hold back a laugh,

"Oh, Y/N," commenting on the empty facial expression you were holding, still letting his words sink in. 

"Do you think anyone else noticed?" The question suddenly crossed your mind, your heartbeat quickening at the mere thought of it. That was the last thing you'd want to be talked about in the office. You were so caught up in your own little world, that you didn't even realise how possibly obvious it was to bystanders.

Jisoo laughed at your reaction, placing his hand on top of yours, "No, I don't think so, don't worry-"

"Don't worry?!" You shouted whispered at him, "You just told me you noticed it that easily."

He nodded, "Yeah, but still. And also, no one cares. If someone knew, I don't think they'd care enough to talk about it. It's your life after all."

"What about Nahee," Binna crossed her arms, leaning back, annoyance written all over her face as she remembered the co-worker that had taunted you in the past. A loud groan fell from your lips, and you let your head fall against the soft cushion of the booth you were sitting in.

"Don't even make me think about that woman," you sighed, trying to block out all the memories you had with her, but there was no way the words she had spoken to you would ever leave your mind. 

The man next to you scrunched his eyebrows, "Nahee? Still?" 

But you shook your head, "No... at least not until now. But she'd be the first to talk about something like that happening in the office."

Lee Nahee, a woman you would fire in an instant - if you could. The day your father introduced her as the new assistant manager of Oksan Inc. you immediately knew why he chose her instead of one of the other... more competent applicants - big tits, pretty face. And it disgusted you that you knew exactly that was the only thing your father saw in her. She knew how to use her body to her advantage and your father was one weak man. One bat of her eyelashes, and she was hired. Ever since then, there hadn't been a day that you didn't catch her swooning over the much older man, or dreaming about him out loud to other employees. The fact that he was related to you, only entertained her more, and she took great pleasure in annoying you with it. That was until Wonwoo took over. You had hardly seen nor heard from her since he became the CEO. You still caught her eye in the office, but there was hardly a word that she had spoken to you ever again. Thank God.

"Well," your best friend clapped, "Then you have nothing to be worried about."

You sent her an annoyed glance, "I have much more other things to be worried about now though. Like the dinner? Or the lawsuit?"

"Lawsuit?"

... Right... fuck... no one else in the company was supposed to know about that. You slowly turned your head towards Jisoo, who was already looking at you, expecting you to continue.

"You didn't hear that."

"Oh, but I very much did," he nodded, giving you a simple answer back to which you sent him a glare. "What lawsuit?"

A deep sigh tumbled from your lips, your shoulders sulked down, and you decided to keep your head down, "Oksan is getting sued."

"By who?!" Jisoo loudly exclaimed.

"It's complicated..." you spoke in a lowered tone but forgot that you shared a table with two of the loudest people you had ever known - excluding Mingyu.

Binna gave an annoyed loud of her, shaking her head, "Her ex."

"Binna!"

"Don't make it more complicated. Just state the facts and done!" She fiercely placed the palm of her hand on the top of the table, staring at you strictly, making you gulp.

You crossed your arms, "But him being my ex has nothing to do with this."

The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes to exaggerate the situation, "Just keep on believing that. You know how he is."

"I know very well how he is, thank you," you spat back, "But our relationship has nothing to do with him suing us."

"You seriously think this is a coincidence?!" Binna leaned forward, placing her arms on the table, staring straight into your eyes, nearly touching your soul with that gaze of hers.

You shrugged, "He's not suing me. He's suing the company. For theft. I don't have anything to do with that!" As much as you were trying to prove your point, Binna was not having any of it, and the two of you just started to become annoyed by the situation.

"Whatever," she huffed out, "That man is one of the worst people I've ever met in my entire life. He'd do anything to make your life miserable."

There was nothing you could say back to her comment because she was right. Everything she had just said was the complete truth. Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol was truly one of the worst people you had ever run across in your entire life. To this day, you had no idea how you had managed to keep up with him for over two years. Well... there was one explanation. Manipulation. If there was one thing that man should get awarded for, it would be that. With his puppy eyes, charming smile, insanely attractive face and height, he could get anyone to believe him. If he had tried to convince someone that he was innocent of being convicted for murder, they'd actually fall for his lies.

-

You let out a heavy breath, exhausted and too intoxicated to think normally, while Jisoo kept his gaze on you. The shock was written all over his face, still trying to comprehend everything that happened.

"Alright, wait...," he held his hands up, "In the office? Seriously? Do you know how dirty everything there is?" 

Binna bet you to an answer, "Do you know how dirty she must've been after that session?" Immediately, without even hesitating, you crumbled up one of the napkins, throwing the ball and hitting her right in the face, making her and Jisoo laugh.

"So that's what happened to your blouse," he nodded, squinting his eyes at you, who was already turning red again after just telling your co-worker about everything that had happened in the last week. If you hadn't met him like this, there was no way you would've ever told him these things in such detail, but thanks to the alcohol and your very loud best friend, who loved telling people all about your eventful life, you did. And now he knew. And there was no going back. But maybe it wasn't too bad having someone new so close on your side. A second... or a rather third opinion on quite a few things you couldn't fully wrap your head around just yet.

"And Chanyeol... is your ex...," he recited the information.

"Asshole ex," Binna corrected him, making him nod and you shake your head with a chuckle at her hatred towards him.

"Asshole ex got it," Jisoo gave her a thumbs up, "So... we don't like Chanyeol. And we... don't... kinda... hate or not hate Mister Jeon?"

"It's complicated," you sighed with a whine, "Too complicated to be discussed right now."

Binna smacked her hands on the table, catching the two of you off guard that were barely able to keep their eyes open, the liquor making you more tired than before. "Because we should discuss something more important now!"

"What?" You wondered, eyes wide open now that she had surprised you that loudly.

A smirk made its way onto her face, "That little dinner date on Friday."

Jisoo gasped, pointing at your best friend with a cheeky look on his face, grinning widely as she copied his actions, confusing you at the exchange of thoughts that was happening right in front of you.

"What's there to discuss?"

"Everything!" Binna exclaimed before brushing it off, "You know what, we'll just come over and help you get ready."

"That's a good idea," your co-worker nodded, extending his hand for her to shake, meeting each other in the middle of the table.

You were quick to break it up, "Terrible idea!"

"What? Why?"

"Do you remember what happened last time?" While you glanced at Binna with your eyebrows raised, she couldn't hide the grin on her face and just kept it on, flicking her hair over her shoulder,

"Yeah," she chuckled, "You got fucked pretty damn well because of me."

"Binna, no," you warned her one last time, ignoring the giggling from next to you.

She raised her hands in defence, "Alright, alright," and took a deep breath before continuing, "Just promise me one thing," sticking her finger up, looking at you with a pout, making you chuckle,

"What?"

"You were the dress."

"The dress?" Jisoo wondered.

Binna nodded, "THE dress."

"What's THE dress?" He was still confused, not getting any further with your friend's 'explanation'. You just rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

She started grinning again, "Wonwoo bought her a dress for the last event-"

"He bought you a dress?!" The man turned his attention towards you, mouth open wide, eyebrows high up, gazing at you in shock.

"A hella expensive one too," Binna answered for you, nodding with a smug smile.

"Wow," he breathed out, "Sounds pretty whipped for you if you ask me."

"Jisoo!" He earned himself a slap on his chest, making him jolt away slightly while the woman across from you reached out to hold his hand again,

"That's what I'm saying!" She smiled, speaking loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear her, "See!" She turned to you, "He understands me." The two shared a whole-hearted laugh while you kept on looking at them, the corners of your lips starting to curl as you analysed the exchange of excitement. Those two... oh god...

"Guys," you calmed them down again, "This is different. My dad literally invited us for dinner. This isn't anything like a date or whatever."

"Who else is going to be there?" Binna wondered. That's a good question, which you actually hadn't thought about yet...

"I... I'm not sure. I guess only my dad and Wonwoo-"

"What about Mister Kim?" Jisoo's question made you have to think for a second, forgetting who he was talking about, but you were able to clear your mind rather quickly again.

"Oh, he's busy. He's meeting up with Jihoon- I mean, Mister Lee."

"That badass lawyer?" Your friend made herself known again, using no other wording you would've expected from her, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, their lawyer."

She huffed out a big chunk of air, "He better be smart as hell... to take on a man like Chanyeol..."

You could only nod in agreement. Yeah... he better be one hell of a lawyer...

-

Friday couldn't have come quicker, and you weren't sure if you were supposed to be thankful for it or not. Was it a bad thing that in less than an hour, you'd be in a combined space with your 'fling', you could throw up every time Binna used that word, and father, or... no... there was absolutely nothing about that situation that could be seen as good. That's what you used to defend the nervousness that was spreading in your stomach, the familiar sick feeling coming back. It was only a dinner... your father would just want to chat to Wonwoo about... whatever the heck he wanted to talk about. There was nothing for you to worry about, right?... Well... if nothing was the big ass lawsuit waiting for you to come back to in a week when you'd be sitting in court, next to the man you had walked out on a few years ago and never wanted to see ever again.

The sound of the bell interrupted your train of thought, catching you off guard. And then there was also that. The drive to the restaurant you would spend in a car... with Wonwoo... It hadn't been your choice, but that man insisted on picking you up, well, his driver would do that, and arriving together. As much as you insisted on him not having to put up that offer, he made sure that you understood that it wasn't an offer, but a demand, making you unable to say no to.

You rushed over to the speaking machine, pressing the button to make your voice be heard, "Yes?"

"We're here, you can come down," you didn't expect to hear Wonwoo's voice ring through your ears. Last time it was Hongseok that was on the other end of the line, now it was him. You felt your heartbeat do a quick jump, making you place the palm of your hand on your chest.

"Stop," you whispered, cleared your throat and answered back louder, "Alright, thanks. I'll be right down."

"Take your time," was the last thing you heard.

Once you straightened your back again, you took a small step to the side, facing the mirror next to the door. You had kept your promise. You wore the dress. The dress you never thought you'd ever wear again and wanted to throw out of the window if it wasn't the little bit of sentiment still attached to it. Your hand travelled down the fabric, as silk as you remembered. It truly fitted perfectly. Almost too perfect. This time, you had your hair differently - slightly more casual as the dress was fancy enough already for the restaurant you were going to. You'd wear on the same heels as last time, remembering Binna's words from that night.

Not much more time went to waste after you had grabbed your bag, put on the shoes, and off you were. In the elevator, going down, you had to remind yourself once again to stay calm. Stay calm. Just dinner and a chat. You'd be out as quickly as you went in.

In the lobby, your eyes immediately found the figure leaning on the wall. He had his head down, eyes locked on the phone in his hands as he typed something with his fingers. Wonwoo lifted his head at the sound of your heels approaching, your eyes locking only a second later.

"Hi," you greeted him with a smile, trying to act as casual as you possibly could. You were still confused about what was going on between the two of you. Yes, you had 'talked' about that night, but... there was still so much to unfold... but where to begin. At this point, casualty was the right approach in your opinion.

"Hey," his soft, deep voice sent a shiver down your body. Something was different about meeting him this privately instead of in the office, you just couldn't put your finger on it yet. "As pretty as always," his eyes raked over your body, suddenly making you feel slightly insecure, and you tried to straighten out the invisible wrinkles. You smiled, your gaze holding still at his chest, coming to sight with something you didn't expect to see. His tie. The same tie as he wore that night. The same tie that had the matching colour and fabric of your dress. Why was he-

"Are you ready to go?" He wondered, moving his angled arm towards you, ready for you to link yours into his. You answered him with a nod, doing as expected and followed him outside, where you found Hongseok already waiting for you two.

-

The drive to the restaurant was less awkward than you expected. Wonwoo and you had managed to keep up a comfortable small-talk, exchanging your thoughts on today's meeting with your father, forgetting about the responsibilities of being CEO and COO for a few moments and having Hongseok on the driver's seat also turned out to help a lot. He kept the tension away, and the mood uplifted, and you thanked him in your head for that.

Once you had reached your destination, the chauffeur let you know, and Wonwoo went to open the door, telling Hongseok to stay seated. He held the door open, extending his hand for you to take, which you gladly did, smiling at him kindly. With both of your feet on the ground, he guided the two of you towards the entrance of the restaurant, making sure to take slower steps than usual, remembering that you were wearing heels.

At the door, you were greeted by the hostess of the night, and you gave her the name under which your father had reserved the table. She checked it on her tablet and brought you to the back of the building, where a few people were already waiting. The table your father was sitting at was larger than expected, and he was talking to someone you hadn't ever seen before. In fact, the people sitting at the long table seemed to be all strangers to you, all besides your own father. You stopped in your tracks, making the man on your arm do the same,

"What is this?" You whispered, "I thought this was a meeting between us and my dad."

It took Wonwoo a few seconds to answer, and even then, you could hear him talking through his teeth, "I don't know," he grunted, keeping his gaze straight ahead. You looked up at him, your eyes quickly locking on his clenched jaw, watching the muscles move on the side of his face.

"Wonwoo..." you started, but a voice interrupted you.

"Well, look who's finally here," the man sounded slightly annoyed, and when you found who those words came from, you squinted your eyes. He definitely had some resemblance to-

"Father," Wonwoo spoke in a low tone. Wide-eyed, you turned towards him, still only coming to sight with the side of his face, before looking straight ahead again, this time, finding all eyes on the two of you. That's why the man looked familiar. But oh god... what was he doing here?

You wanted to take a step ahead, but the grip on your arm stopped you, bringing you back. Wonwoo didn't move. There was no sign of him wanting to move.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, leaning slightly forward to catch a glimpse of his face. The CEO snapped out of his daydream and turned towards you, not saying anything before looking ahead again and walking further. You stopped at the chairs, Wonwoo already reaching for the one in front of you when a voice stopped him,

“Oksan’s CEO has finally arrived!” Your father exclaimed loud and proud, smiling widely at the man next to you as he walked around the table, placing his hands on the man's shoulders, “I invited a few other people, I hope you don’t mind.”

“A few?” You wondered, annoyance lacing your voice. There were more than just a few people. And none of which you had ever met before.

Your father sent you a glare, “Yes, a few. These might be important business partners for Oksan,” before directing his attention back to Wonwoo, the fake smile making another appearance on his lips, “So, please, let me introduce you to the table.” Before either of you could speak against his demand, Wonwoo was ripped away from you and dragged to the other side of the table, your father starting with the individual introduction for each of the guests. As you didn’t know what else to do, you decided to take a seat in one of the two free seats diagonally across from your and the CEO’s parent. You let your eyes glide over the seating arrangement, and a feeling of discomfort started making itself known in your stomach. All men. Every single guest was a man. All but one, and you could clearly tell that the only other woman sitting four seats to your left would rather be anywhere but here. With a sigh, your head dropped, your gaze falling to your nails and the nervous picking off of your nail polish.

“Why the long face?” A voice suddenly spoke up from next to you. As soon as you lifted your head, you found the man to who the voice belonged - an older gentleman, probably slightly younger than your father sitting to your left. “Shouldn’t a young woman like you be happy about being able to attend a dinner like this?”

“Well, I’m the daughter of-“ you pointed to your father, who was still dragging Wonwoo after him, showing him off like he was some kind of prize. Your father looked… proud. Very proud. You had never received that same glimpse. He had never looked at you this way before - and it was only then when it hit you deeply.

“Ah,” the man next to you nodded, “I see. So, you’re not here for Oksan?”

“Oh no, no,” you quickly brushed his comment off, “I’m the COO. Of Oksan.”

“Oh,” the man’s eyes widened, “My bad, I’m so sorry," his excuse sounded genuine and kind, his hand reaching out to meet yours mid-way. "Yang Hajun." You accepted his greeting happily, shaking his hand and introducing yourself as well. "It's nice to meet you Y/N," he gazed into your eyes, making the discomfort disappear almost instantly. Something about Mister Yang screamed protection and comfort - whether his kind smile, warm handshake or positive aura was to blame, you weren't sure yet.

"Why aren't you with your father?" He nodded behind you, the two men already rounding half of the table, "Why isn't he introducing you to them too?"

"Wo- Mister Jeon's the CEO. I'm only COO," your chuckle was laced with a thin layer of sadness, not simply going past the man next to you.

"Only COO? You're probably doing even more than Mister Jeon. I mean," he laughed, "I'm sure he also does a great job, looking at your father's smile, but you're his daughter AND COO. And you coming here tonight shows how important your role must be in the company." If only he knew it wasn't by your father's request to tag along, but Wonwoo's...

"Well..." you forced a smile, fiddling with your fingers, "The CEO is still the most important person a company needs," you explained, "In my father's opinion."

Yang Hajun shook his head, "Interesting mindset...," sighing softly before raising his voice again, "Anyways, then may I say it's very nice to make your acquaintance Y/N."

"Likewise, Mister Yang," and you truly meant it. He might just be the only guest you were glad to have met that night as it would turn out.

"Hajun," he corrected you, faking a strict finger pointed at you, "You call me Hajun from now on."

"Okay," a whole-hearted laugh left your body as you also thanked him for the first-name basis request. The older man seemed to have wanted to speak again, his mouth opening when he got interrupted by the voice of your father,

"And this is Yang Hajun. Founder and CEO of PicPix. Genius man and very broad-minded," he introduced him, making your new acquaintance laugh.

"Oh, Sungho, you're flattering me a little too much," he smiled, standing up to properly greet Wonwoo with a firm handshake. Their conversation continued as they started talking about their companies, but your attention got caught onto something else, or rather someone else. You could feel a pair of eyes locked on you, and once you turned your head slightly, your intuition was proven to be right. Wonwoo's father's glare was unmistakenly fixed on you. Only when your eyes met his, he dared to look away, directing them upwards, pretending to be focused on his son right behind you. Suddenly, you were taken aback by the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt slightly and look up. At the same moment, your name was dropped during the conversation the men held, catching you off guard.

"You introduce Wonwoo to everyone here, but I had to greet your wonderful daughter myself, Sungho? Don't you think the table deserves to know who she is?" Hajun's statement could've sounded harsh if it wasn't for his cheerful voice. The hand on your shoulder slightly tightened its grip, and for some reason, you instinctively reached up to place yours on top right as your father answered with the familiar fake laughter you had gotten so accustomed to.

"Might have to do that later too." Right... later...

Once again, the glare from across the table reached you, making you drop your hand in a second once you saw he was looking at it too, squinting his eyes and leaning back. Wonwoo immediately noticed, ending the conversation quickly and finally sitting down in the free space to your right.

"You okay?" He wondered, settling into the chair with a groan, and you nodded with a tight smile before whispering, leaning towards him slightly, "You're father's kinda intimidating." The CEO gazed into your eyes, showing you he was listening attentively before sitting up straight again, glaring at the man on the other side of the table. He shook his head, speaking quietly to you, "He's just pretending to be. Don't worry."

"Why?" You scrunched your eyebrows, still keeping your voice down, but Wonwoo wasn't able to tell you the honest answer and just shrugged,

"Only his ego knows." You nodded, crossing your arms as defence mechanisms,

"Why did my dad invite him? Why did he invite all of these people? Did you ask him?"

He took a sip from the glass of water that was placed in front of him, gulping it down hard before nodding his head, "All of these people here could be potential business partners, and he," Wonwoo lifted his chin towards his father, "is here because your father wants to show him what's been going on in the company and how far we've come." You noticed the way his eyes were focused on his father, nothing but hate and disgust written all over his face, but you decide it wasn't the right time for those types of questions. Not with all of those people around you. But there was one question you couldn't help but to ask,

"Did you... did you tell my father about... you know..." trying to even speak the words out loud, hoping he would get the point, which he sadly didn't. He leaned forward a little bit more when you suddenly noticed his arm that was resting on your chair, making you gulp.

"About what?"

"You know," a soft whine left your lips.

He shook his head, "I'm afraid I don't, so just say what you mean."

With one quick glance to your left and right, you checked if anyone was listening a little too closely, but continued to whisper after making sure you could speak freely, "The lawsuit."

Wonwoo scuffed, "Why should I tell him about that?" leaning back confidently, the corners of his lips slightly curling.

"Because it used to be his company, and this is a big deal-"

He interrupted you with a finger, "Exactly. It used to be his company. Not any more," his dark eyes locked with yours, "Not his company, not his business. He doesn't have to know everything."

"Wonwoo-"

His hand suddenly being placed on top of your head, not moving in fear of ruining your hair, made you stop in your tracks, mouth still open. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, alright? Try to enjoy this evening as much as possible." Removing his palm again.

 You let a salty chuckle ring through his ears, "That's easier said than done."

"Trust me," he spoke with his husky voice, "I know."

It was only then that your head processed the words he had spoken to you, your hands immediately touching your head, "My head isn't that little." His deep chuckle sent a comforting warmth through your body as his gaze was back on you, analysing your head in a joking manner,

"It's pretty tiny," making you glare at him with a slight pout on your lips, and him smile proudly, his fingers coming up to tap your chin softly. His action made you freeze. While he seemed unbothered by what he had just done, you couldn't move. That was one of the softest touches you had ever received from him. From any man, if you were being honest.

-

The time just didn't seem to pass. No matter how much you tried to ignore the clock on the wall, you couldn't help but to let your eyes drift to it, only to see that not more than five minutes had passed each time. This went on for over one very long hour. An hour that was filled with ignoring conversations coming from both sides and occasionally meeting Wonwoo's eyes to exchange reassuring smiles. All while you weren't able to shake the feeling of guilt off of you.

The regret of not telling Wonwoo and Mingyu about the lawsuit right away was still deeply anchored to the bottom of your heart, and not telling your father was just tugging on it even more. For some reason it felt wrong to keep this from him, even though he wasn't associated with the company anymore, something inside of you told you that he should know... if it only was that easy to speak those words out loud.

Wonwoo reached out to grab both of your hands into his, keeping them apart from each other, as he bent down a little closer to you, his lips almost touching your ear, “Stop acting nervous.”

You jumped up, surprised at the sudden contact and feeling his breath against your skin, “But I am,” you hissed back in the same hushed tone.

“Then don’t be. You have nothing to be nervous ab-“

“I have everything to be nervous about, are you kidding me right now?!" You hoped the shout-whisper was quiet enough to not gain any unwanted attention, "We’re getting sued-“

“You don’t have to whisper, guys,” Mister Jeon suddenly spoke up, “you can share it with the table," sending you a weirdly smug smile.

“Oh, Jinyoung,” Hajun warned him jokingly, “they’re young. Let them flirt.”

Your eyes opened wide, your breath getting caught in your throat, “What?! No! No, w- we- we weren’t flirting, we just…” you turned to your right, only to find Wonwoo’s amused gaze as you tried to ask him for help through your eyes, but he just kept grinning at you. “We were just-“

Suddenly, the CEO threw his arm around your shoulder, “Y/N doesn’t want to talk about it yet, you know?" Smirking at you with a hint of mischief hiding in his eyes, "But I don’t think we should hide it any longer. Right babe?” he started, grinning at you while you looked at him wide-eyed, “We should tell them.” Tell them. Tell them what?! Without even waiting for an answer from you and ignoring your silent cries for help, “We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now and…”

Your eyes opened even wider as soon as those words left his mouth, but he seemed to enjoy this little act he had put on.

“What?” Your father exclaimed while his father laughed with a familiar deep voice, only that this one sounded as if he was ridiculing someone,

“The honeymoon phase,” and fixed his tie. “Enjoy it while you can, son,” the older man sent a wink to his son, not even gifting you a second of his glance. You felt Wonwoo's fingers digging into your shoulder slightly more. Your head told you what to do next, and before you knew it, your hand was on his thigh, your fingers brushing over it gently, trying to calm him down. He seemed to be very tense as soon as his father opened his mouth, confusing you in a way, but also letting you know that there was much more to find out about Wonwoo.

Your father’s mouth was still hanging open, “You… You didn’t think about telling me about this Y/N?”

You shook your head and kept your gaze down, thinking hard about the next words that would come from your mouth, “Dad… that’s not-“

“Not what? Not important?” he used his typical father voice to warn you, making you look up.

“We’re not,” you tried brushing Wonwoo’s arm off, but he kept a tight grip on you - it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. If anything, it was the most comfortable thing about this whole situation. “We’re not together-“ you started again, but the CEO cut you off with a silent growl,

“Y/N,” you turned your head towards him, his gaze not even daring to look away from you, “Don’t," his voice was deep and sounded more serious than you would've expected for this situation.

“But-“

He just shook his head. You debated for a longer second, letting everything sink in. Your eyes were still interlocked with his and Wonwoo gave you a reassuring nod. If you were to look at him for any second longer, you could've sworn, you're heart would jump out of your throat, so you quickly directed your attention back to the older men diagonally across from you, “We’re not together yet, officially. We’re just looking where this is going,” and sent him a big fake smile, hoping to win him over like that. And you did. Yet, you didn't know why you had just done that.

-

“Why would you say something like that?” You exclaimed, clearly in distress. The two of you had just walked out of the restaurant, exiting it with your arms linked, but as soon as you hit the fresh air again, you freed yourself from his hold on you. Your brain was still trying to process what had just happened.

Wonwoo chuckled, “Come on. Let’s have a little bit of fun.” He tried to ease you up, but your heartbeat was still fast enough that you could feel it in your ears.

"Fun?! You think this is fun?!"

 “Look,” he took a few steps closer to you, placing both of his hands on each one of your shoulders, keeping you from walking away “You were so nervous, I thought you were about to have a mental breakdown in there-"

"Because I was," you interrupted him before he continued,

"So I just tried to ease the tension," earning himself a 'are you serious' look from you, "AND, we can both profit from this.”

That made your ears perk up, “How on earth are we profiting from lying to our fathers. You idiot!” You couldn’t calm down, slapping his arms off you, “What were you even thinking when you said that?!” A whine left your lips as you threw your head back.

“Your father always wanted you to settle down, and now he thinks you’re starting to do that. And my father…," Wonwoo explained, stopping for a second, "He hates the thought of me getting into something serious, and I love riling him up.”

Shock was written all over your face. What the…g

“You sick bastard,” you told him, glaring at him with a frown. How on Earth did he think this situation was a good idea?

He smirked, “A sick bastard that everyone now thinks you’re dating.”

“You wish,” you scoffed with an eye roll, walking past him towards Hongseok, who had been watching your exchange with an amused smile playing on his lips.

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