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The Taste of Deceit(Hyungline Part Two-Finale)

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Hyungline- Part 1, Part 2: Hoseok, Namjoon

Warnings: Violence, Dark Characters with Darker Intentions. Disturbing imagery, allusions, blood, and slight gore. And the most important- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT(Dub-con, Non-con).

This took me so long...It has been a long year.

Word Count: 13k-ish

Happy New Year Everyone.

Kindly excuse typos and errors. No advanced editing done.

(GIF credits to the owner)

"Where are the rest of them?"

The man leading the team asked as he inspected the bloodied bodies of his colleagues, keeping an eye on the cold corpses, while the rest of the team spread out in the house, in search of Officer (L/N)(Y/N).

They were not very hopeful regarding her survival.

The backup force in the adjacent house, who were allotted to keep a watchful eye, were all found on the floor--cold and mangled. It was a direct dent in the department. A declaration of war.

His eyes scanned through the bed, trying to figure out any oddity in the darkness. Switching on the lights would alert the lurking enemies. And he could not afford to lose more of his team members. Tentatively, his gloved hands ran through the bloodied sheet, the room stunk of it.

Finally!

He found something, a square–no, rectangular device. Fishing it out from below the covers, he inspected the device. It seemed akin to a voice recorder. Marred with blood, the man had every reason to consider if (Y/N) deliberately left it there for them to find her, or maybe a clue...they were too late.

Wiping away the blood, he switched it on.

There were a few muffled sounds and some glitches initially before he could clearly hear–

There was a continuous huffing before he heard a gasp and a moan.

"Who do you belong to? Huh–?"

"You-Oh my–ah!"

"Why–I thought y-you fucking worked for the authorities."

"I—Jin-hah! That's notyou, Please!"

It was somewhere between a beg, a cry and a moan. The captain stood still, blood beginning to boil. But he continued to listen.

Officer (L/N)'s gasps and the sound of skin slapping were clear to him as much as what was transpiring in the recording.

"Please Jin—just surr–surrender, this was—"

Smack!

"Tch! Shut it already—You– and I both know that they are never seeing us again!"

"Oh–my—"

"Right Baby, just let g–go–shit! Too much of this fuc-fuking game–yeah? It'sokay..."

The sounds that followed felt like a slap on his face. No, it was a slap on the whole fucking department's face.

"I forgive you, love."

That was the final straw, the officer rose his hands to smash the bloody thing on the ground. Kim Seokjin messed with the wrong person, he fucking spit on the Department. He was going to hunt—

He paused midway.

Kim Seokjin left the tape deliberately. It was an open challenge to the department, he even did not bother to clean up after the murdering two of the officers himself, not the rest too. The recording, the murder scene, the whole house— all these were powerful pieces of evidence.

So why would he just...Leave them behind?

That sly rat obviously did not want to get caught.

But the evidence...

Unless...

"Officers! Officers wherever you are get out of the building I said evacuate the buildings. Over."

He held the tape close as he rushed out of the room and into the hallway."

"Sir, what is wrong?" One of the officers asked through the device.

"It's a trap! I REPEAT IT'S A TRAP! EVACUATE THE—-"

BOOM!

The deafening boom was swift, followed by another within a millisecond, but the amber and the sparks were quicker.

And within a moment, the two buildings burst into flames. Fire and fireproof helmets flying out, some parts of burning cloths, burnt uniforms and perhaps some skin attached to them.

—---

Jin smiled at her sleeping form through the mirror before he felt his burner phone vibrating.

"Sir, it's done." A voice from the other side spoke as soon as he picked up the call.

"Good, now get out of there." Jin instructed before hanging up the call.

He could finally lean back. His eyes remained on the road ahead, along with a smile that he did not wish to wipe anytime soon.

—--------

Waking up was a slow process. But (Y/N) had not felt more blissful before. She felt like she was surrounded by soft clouds. She felt pampered, and it was not a feeling foreign to her but she was relaxed and—-

She woke up with a start, shaking the remaining sleep off her, though her mind was still a bit muddled. Flashes of the night before occupied her mind as she blinked to clear up her vision. He...What had she done?

Did she give in?

She just...She just laid there, under him, taking whatever he gave her

She put her whole department to shame and yet—

The gentle fingers brushing through her hair, detangling the tresses were all too familiar to even guess– she knew it was Jin. Laying behind her.

"How did you sleep?" It was the morning voice that she was used to, but this time, she was alert for a whole new reason.

Did he wish to play with her a bit before slaughtering her?

There was one thing that Kim Seokjin would never forgive, she had learnt in her two years with him– betrayal.

Expecting forgiveness from him after stabbing him in the back was like trying to dig up a well in a desert.

"You need to relax, Love. As I said yesterday, I forgive you."

She frowned but did not dare to turn.

"I forgive you..."

Was that what she heard before she fell into a tired, hopeless, dreamless slumber?

Even if she were to die, she knew that she was no coward. And she would not die like one. So (Y/N) turned around, facing the man who shaped her nightmares and dreams.

Turning around, she realised she was naked, while he was in his usual night pyjamas. And while she had been naked with him several times before, this made her feel vulnerable, exposed even.

"You did not give away the other pen drive, Jagi. Of course, I forgive you. How can I not?"

He looked soft, hair ruffled, eyes slightly swollen, and overall deceptively harmless.

"You killed them."

As long as she could remember, there were two bodies. Two of her seniors lay bloodied and dead on the bed.

"Yes, Jagi, I killed them all." Jin's smile was sweet, the one she had grown used to.

And so was it unhinged.

"You can't hide forever, you know?"

"We, Love. It's us against them. You proved your loyalty to me last night. The remaining doubts shall be dealt with effectively." He rose slightly with the support of his elbow and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I will be back, yeah?"

He left after that. Left her with her thoughts as she spiralled further and further down. All the things that had gone wrong and that she had done wrong. Two of the senior-most officers were dead. The department would hunt her down, hunt them down.

She had no clue how long it had been until Jin returned with a tray that she assumed contained breakfast.

"I had the maids prepare a light breakfast, did not want you to get your stomach upset again."

She frowned. Why did she not remember any of that?

"I–I threw up last night?"

"Yes, you did, even had a fever. Perhaps things were too much for you. Had me worried there for a while. Now, rise up, you must eat something."

"Why are you doing this?" She refused to believe that she was 'forgiven', she was not even apologising in the first place. "If this is your way of prolonging—"

"I could have killed you the day I found out who you were."

She stilled at his words. They were obvious but that did not stop the chill that descended into her spine. It was a strange cocktail of sadness and affirmation.

"But I didn't..."

I couldn't

The words lingered with uncertainty in the air.

"I wanted to see how far this little game goes. And then I saw it..." He tilted his head as his lips curved into a condescending smirk "...How naïve you were. It's pathetic actually. Thinking what you do is the 'right thing'."

"You run an underworld business of drugs and weapons Jin. No matter what you do, how you are, you cannot separate that from yourself...You have blood on your hands Jin and the only way to wash it—"

He interrupted her with a loud scoff that broke into a cackle.

"Honey, you don't wash it all off, it took my blood sweat and money to build this empire. And then I watch some puppet idealists coming to topple it...It's amusing."

He gently laid the breakfast tray on the foldable table placed over her lap.

"It's a game (Y/N). A big game where people like you are only disposable pawns...Why do you think the department is bothered about me now? Why not years back? I was easier to crush then."

When she only frowned, he continued.

"Because they are not hunting for sweeping the city, or the nation clean. They are hunting for those who cannot be loyal to them. Once you are ready to spend billions on election campaigns, domestic and international deals, give money to their pretty puppets and invest in their projects– be their loyal dogs, do the dirty work for them...You are free to do whatever the fuck you want."

He gently cupped her cheeks, leaning in to level with her gaze. "One Government topples, so does their favours upon their underworld allies, the next one would only want to uproot them all. It's not about just tice, or charity, or protecting the city. It never was. It has and always been about power...Once they find out that you have not handed over the other pen drive, you are going to end up with a 'criminal' bullet lodged into your head."

"What about the bullets in those officers' bodies?"

Jin only smiled "If my soul were made of what has shaped yours, Jagi...I would not have been where I am."

He placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Get something into your system. I will prepare a bath for you."

Standing up, he towered over her.

"For now, you are not allowed to step out of the room without my explicit permission. Not until my trust in you is restored completely. You still went to meet them, and I cannot risk another slip-up."

"So I am your prisoner."

"Of course not, Jagi. I have a special place for my 'prisoners'. You are the woman I love and refuse to lose. You are the one for me. But fortunately, love cannot blind me to the realities of your position. It is just a bump in the road, we will pass through this."

She could not even begin to decipher what odd amalgamation of emotions she was feeling at the moment. It was all too much. But she knew one thing...She was trapped. A trap she had willingly walked into.

"I will let you have the bath to yourself. Finish up, okay?"

With that, Jin walked into the bathroom. The little muffled sounds here and there let her know that he was doing what he said he would do. Exactly that.

—--

The water felt perfect against her skin, washing away the aches and clammy sensation. But nothing could wash away him. He was imprinted on her mind, and even if he had thoughtfully left her alone in the bathroom, (Y/N) felt him everywhere, in everything. It was like the whole place, not just the bathroom or the room, but each brick was breathing Kim Seokjin.

It was an odd situation. After everything she had seen and experienced, she knew that there was something going on in Jin's mind– he was concocting a plan and if he was not, then he had already emerged as victorious.

She would not be surprised though. He had himself revealed that he had known her true occupation for a while now. It was all a bait. Her two seniors were dead, and perhaps even her colleagues who were in the other house and—

The realisation hit her like a truck. Before she knew it, she was scrambling out of the tub, splashing water everywhere, slipping here and there. But she did make it back to the room, albeit with only a bath robe on, she rushed out of the bathroom, only to begin searching for a TV remote.

She finally found it on the nightstand.

"There are only speculations we can make as no confirmation has been provided by the Police Department or the intelligence. The intensity of the blast was moderate but enough to kill each and every officer present in the two buildings...."

The words of the reporter sank later than the pictures being displayed on the screen. There were all twenty of them.

Five of whom she had personally worked with on her previous missions. Out of the five, two were the ones she recognised as friends, close friends.

The rest of the six were acquaintances and the others, she could barely remember their names.

But all of them were her colleagues.

Her colleagues with families to look after, one of them was expecting his first child in the world, and another was the only hope for her aged and ailing parents.

And now, they all were reduced to nothing but burnt flesh and ashes.

"Jagi, I thought you were in for a nice, relaxing bath, why are you crying?"

She had not taken notice of his presence first, it was only after he gently wiped her tears did she realise her predicament.

It was like she had blood in her hands.

"Why?"

When she looked at him with the question, his unreadable eyes expressed the unexpressed. There was no other thought in her mind.

"They were innocent—"

Jin cackled– one that sounded everything that she had heard before when it concerned an expression of glee. But felt like nothing she had felt before. One that could inspire unadulterated fear. It was sinister– mockingly sinister at its best.

She had fallen in love with a cruel, cold and evil man.

"You have known me for years now, have you not...(Y/N). Have I ever been forgiving to obstacles? They were the wall between us, our love."

And yet he claimed to love her.

"It was a small warning, Jagi. You know that I could do worse."

He was right. She knew him, after all.

"Now, we would not have to worry about some petty people in uniform trying to come after us. Don't think too much about this and tire yourself out."

He took the remote from her grasp with ease and switch the television off before gently leading her back to the bathroom.

(Y/N) was in a daze, letting him take her out of the bathrobe with ease before he put her back in the bathtub after moderating the temperature again. But when he joined her, the feeling of his warm skin rubbing against hers broke her daze, but the faces of her colleagues never vanished from her mind.

She heard him sigh as he pulled her over his lap, relaxing in the perfectly warm water, basking in the soothing fragrance of lavender and pines. It felt like once she closed her eyes, she would be somewhere else, somewhere beautiful.

But she did not dare to close them.

(Y/N) knew that the moment she closed her eyes, the faces of her friends and colleagues would flash in front of her.

She felt his body against hers, roaming hands, fingers drawing circles over her shoulder to comfort her. But none of them worked.

"I know that there is a lot of questions in your mind, so may dilemmas. But you will see Jagi. You will see how much far we have come. You chose me. You made the right choice."

His voice was that of a siren– hypnotic, melodious, but one that would lead its follower to their ultimate demise.

That was Kim Seokjin.

He told her once that she was the one for him, and they would grow old together.

She knew that he would have it no other way.

He was not afraid to spark a bloody battle for that. But there was no line to it. He did not care who or what the price was-- he would have what he wanted, where he wanted.

She realised when he turned her head to land a soft but promising kiss on her lips.

He wanted a battle?

His lips were soft but firm, his hand on the side of her neck left no room for backing away.

She would give him war.

She kissed him back, cautious, but not empty of thoughts.

***

The days were humid, and the nights invited light to moderate rainfall. Life in the relatively remote town was peaceful, in a nutshell.

To live in innocuous obscurity, to work for nothing but to run her and her family was what (Y/N) needed after everything she and her sister had been through—her sister Chae, her only surviving family. The same family she had smashed someone’s heart for and perhaps ruined his life forever.

She might as well be a monster in his eyes. But with her experience through all this, she had learned that not all monsters were evil. And that just made everything much more complicated.

She never knew Min Yoongi.

Of course, she had heard of him, maybe even seen his pictures a handful of times, but never paid much attention.

Not until Chae, her sweet little sister, and her only family, was diagnosed with an illness that was slowly swallowing her up. And (Y/N)’s regular office job could not pay the bills for too long. Their savings were running out, and the treatment and medicines were weighing heavy.

She was desperate.

Truly desperate

And truly desperate people never weigh morals, risks, or possibilities.

They take any chance given to them.

So did she, when a decorated officer offered her a chance to save her sister and find a better life for both of them.

She took the chance; it only took her a day to think through everything. They were paying for her sister’s treatment and the medical bills; they were to overlook Chae and her security, and the net money to be transferred into her bank account after the work was done was good enough.

That one offer had everything she desperately needed. Not desired. Needed.

She was never worried about herself– walking under the shadow of a man like Min Yoongi, she had to have courage. And she was courageous because she was desperate. Whatever she had heard of the man was foul deeds and evil temperament; she had never let that diminish her courage.

To the officers, Min Yoongi was a monster. A clever monster who needed to be pulled out of the sea.

It was for the betterment of society– she was not doing anything morally wrong if perceived through those lenses.

But that was the catch.

People, morality and justice were not read through a single lens, they needed prisms to look at, to analyse.

She had learned that with her time spent with Min Yoongi. Her experience defied every other fact she had learned from her temporary employers. He was no monster. But as she dug deeper into his life and his personality, she discovered that the officers were no liars either.

Min Yoongi was a monster after all. But he was not evil. Not every monster was evil, not every evil looked like a monster.

Min Yoongi was an intimidating man. True to the officers’ words, he was a dangerous man too. Before she knew it, she was already praying that the assumptions about him would be proven false and that she would never have to hear his deeds from his lips.

The same lips that had kissed her so softly, the eyes that looked at her with such a distinct tenderness, closed when her fingers traced his scar. Her touch was soft, but his hold on her would be delicate. It always had been.

Until the doomed night.

She was frozen with shock when she looked into his eyes– the same eyes that once held tenderness seemed to belong to a true predator. For the first time, she truly felt the danger that she was in.

She was in a lion’s den. Unarmed. Unprepared. But desperate.

She saw the shadow fall over his face, she truly saw why even a decorated officer would not like to mess with Min Yoongi without an intricate strategy and heavy backup.

And yet, she had mouthed ‘Run’ to him.

As if she wanted him to get away. To be saved.

Perhaps he did need a second chance— to be saved from the chilling darkness she had seen merging with him.

But she was no saint, and definitely not his saviour.

She was his doom.

It was an opportunity too good, too bright a chance. And she took it.

Yes, she had grown to care for him, even sympathise with him, more than she would like to admit. But she loved her sister. And she did whatever she needed to do to save her only family.

She had religiously avoided watching the news for months. Three months since she had settled into town with her little sister. She did not want to burden herself anymore.

I did what I needed to. We needed to survive.

She told herself again as she prepared warm milk for Chae along with her medicine. It had become kind of a ritual ever since that night.

“Chae, get off the tablet now. Time for bed.” She called out from the kitchen before making her way to their room from the kitchen with the tray with her.

“Just a few more minutes!”

(Y/N) could not help but feel uplifted by the sound of her sister’s chirpy voice, it had withered so pitifully once. But now, as she was recovering, their trips to the hospital had reduced from every three days to twice a month.

“No. Screentime’s over. Give that to me.”

Despite her sister’s whining, she took the gadget from her tiny hands and replaced it with the cup of milk.

“Say ‘Aaa’”

Chae opened her mouth wide as (Y/N) put a circular tablet into it before helping her gulp it down.

She let out a soft sigh after she finished the cup– soft pink in shade with the partially protruding face of a smiling panda.

“Let’s get you to bed. Why don’t you show me how you make your bed before going to sleep?”

“Yes!” Chase jumped up, ready to show (Y/N) her newfound field of expertise.

“Look, you first, take off the pillows, clear off your bed…” She spoke as if there were cameras around, like the lifestyle shows and YouTube videos on ‘How to Do Household Chores Right’.

She had been watching such stuff lately. And while (Y/N) felt that her Chae might be a little too young to learn how to make pancakes, if her sister enjoyed the sense of independence and thrived in it, (Y/N) did not mind.

She watched her little sister work with a fond smile until she was done and was beaming with a smile that (Y/N) held the most precious to herself.

“And look, it's all done!”

(Y/N) clapped in appreciation and played along, before tucking her into bed and switching off the lights, keeping the nightlights that made the ‘Glow-in-the-dark’ wall stickers illuminate better before placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her and leaving the room.

—---

Laying on the bed after a long day felt good. She doubted that anything could even compare to the comfort and sense of safety a familiar, comfortable bed would provide after a long day of toil and trials.

Sighing, she let herself sink into a relaxed state of mind, welcoming the sleep that was rapidly filling her eyes– rapid but soft and—

Buzz! Buzz!

The vibration from her phone jerked her out of the sweet lull with a low gasp. Her senses stood alert as she blinked away the rest of the sleep. In the dark room, her phone’s screen illuminated in a way that there was no other way but to look at it. As if, it had a sense of urgency to it. as if it demanded for her to look into the text.

She knew, of course, that it was all but her imagination– the phone would not buzz a different way for different situations, and neither would it illuminate any brighter to alert her.

With a tired sigh and heavy eyes, she unlocked her phone and opened the message from an unknown number.

Indeed, it was a very important message.

—------

It was a nice place– at least nice in the sense that it served good food and had a warm and cosy atmosphere– something one would expect from a cafe in a fairly isolated town.

Not many people visited the town, neither tourists knew about it. A perfect hiding corner in the country indeed. They had considered sending her out of the country, and they had assured her that once things settled down, they would.

But here was the thing– she depended on one of the officers to inform her if the ‘things had settled down’. (Y/N) had consciously avoided any news or updates regarding Min Yoongi.

She was indeed afraid of coming across something upsetting. She already was miserable with guilt.

Sure, she never loved Min Yoongi, but she had grown to care for him, to understand him and truly see him for what he was– a love-starved, broken soul.

“So…”

She began, eyeing the door and the road outside for any sign of a vehicle with red and blue sirens.

“Is there something to be worried about?”

In her time with Min Yoongi, she had mastered the art of poise, to some extent. However, she never had the chance to master her fear– she never felt the need to. It was an odd sense of safety in his company, she knew that nothing could touch her when she was with him.

But he was an exception.

The man in front of him was an officer in disguise. She remembered him for he had been closely associated with Mission Raven.

“I have not been keeping track of any news regarding—”

“There’s nothing on the news Ms (L/N). Nothing at all. That night, the police station blew off.”

She stilled, slowly processing his words.

“There was no record of his arrest because he was to be shifted to a bigger, more secure station overnight but…”

“So…So everyone there…”

The officer sighed and nodded.

“Min Yoongi was never found. What a coincidence.” He shook his head with a bitter chuckle “When I joined the police force, I thought that I was going to be a hero– help the people in need, bring justice…That night, when my eyes met Min Yoongi’s, I felt my resolve faltering for the second time in my life.”

He shook his head with a sardonic tilt of his lips.

“The first time was while I shot a criminal dead.” He added before taking a sip of the coffee that no longer had steam rising from its surface. “Overall, I am glad that I and two of my teammates had gone out for a cigarette break…So we survived.”

He gulped and eyed his surroundings with a subtle nervousness that made her heart thrum with warnings.

“Though I have been transferred to some other city, I thought that I must warn you. I waited, did not want him to track you down. Miss (L/N), I suggest that you leave with your sister tonight, and leave the country as soon as you can. Min Yoongi’s men killed every person in the building. We hid, but we saw him walk out, saw them walk out…Oh–look, please don’t panic.”

It was when his flow broke did she realised that her cheeks were damp with tears.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” The young officer frowned in concern.

“I…I need to lea-ve.”She cracked up, as her voice crumbled.

With quivering legs and hands, she rose from her chair, uncaring of the loud scraping.

“I can drop you.” He offered.

“No…No, you…you should leave. We are no longer safe. Are we?”

The officer pursed his lips before shaking his head.

Picking up his card from the desk, along with her handbag, she rushed out of the place, gasping for breaths. She thought she might feel better with some fresh air in her lungs. But she had no time to think. She simply rushed to her car and drove away.

(Y/N) felt like she was in a daze.

It felt like a bad dream. An ominous one.

But it was no omen, it was no dream.

It was real.

During her two years with Min Yoongi, she came to understand him to some extent. Nothing slipped past his mind, ever.

A favour or a betrayal, he paid his debts. With interest.

And she had gifted him, on that night, one of the worst betrayals a man could endure. She had seen love in his eyes before that doomed night.

But that night, he had the misfortune to witness the flicker of madness– simmering, still tame, in control. There was an odd gleam in his eyes– one that reminded her why Min Yoongi was so feared after all.

Hastily parking her car, she rushed out of the vehicle and into her house. The setting sun cast an amber glow into the sky that was gradually descending into deep blue and lavender. It might rain heavily– not ideal for travelling, but she had no other option.

They had no other—

As soon as she entered the apartment, her thoughts turned silent.

Everything felt tense.

For once, her heart skipped a beat. But she was reassured by reminding herself that Chae would be usually taking a nap by this time.

For once, she thought that she finally had the peace she had always craved. But now as she moved towards Chae’s room to wake her up, she realised how wrong she had been.

With a plan still under construction in her spiralling mind, she opened the door to Chae’s room. The blinds were pulled down, plunging the room into an unusual darkness.

“Chae?” She called out tentatively before switching on the night light.

She noticed her sister’s face first, eyes closed and limbs hanging– and then the body–no, the man who had her in his arms.

Her mind, her thoughts, and her senses plunged into a heavy silence. A silence so profound that (Y/N) could hear a low but unending beep in her ears.

She could see the outline of a back, along with the hair just teasing his shoulders. She would recognise the profile anywhere, at any time. But when the man finally turned, she could not help but take a step back, gluing herself to the wall, under the shadows as her breathing hitched.

There was nothing significantly different, at least whatever view the limited light provided her with showed that. But somehow, his form seemed to swallow every corner of the room. The scar that ran through his eyes till his upper cheek was almost faded out by the shades of blue the nightlight provided.

But she could see his smirk– a crooked, twisted smirk that made her whimper. A sudden gleam had her eyes dropping to his hand that held her sister with a silver gun flat on her back, his forefinger already on the trigger.

“You never told me about your sister…(Y/N).” He drawled, and she thought his truest, rawest nature stood before her.

A predator that loved to chase but also took its time.

“No…No!” Her voice came out as strangled as her brittle knees gave out

“Shhh, you’ll wake her up. I read out a story to her before tucking her in.”

His voice was calm, hushed and steady– a sinister melody attached to it, following his movements as he looked above her. She had not even noticed the two men standing behind her. It was only after they walked past her and took her sleeping sister in their arms that the wheels began to turn in her head.

“W-where are you taking her? No!” With skidding legs and blurred vision, she rushed to them, trying to pry her sister away from them, only to be pulled back by the man whose presence overpowered everyone and everything in the house.

“Yoongi, please! She’s innocent, punish me but—”

Her words were caught in her throat when his gaze held hers. She was looking into the eyes of a creature of the night. The blue light only enhanced the sinister shade his face carried. He was perhaps paler, broader yet his face seemed sharper. No trace of softness.

“You know how many times I dreamt of that night over and over again?” He pushed her closer, so close that she could feel his quivering breath– as if he was barely restraining himself.

“My sister needed—”

“They were simply fishing for the right victim and you just took the bait. What do you think, they would come to ‘save’ you? They don’t fucking care!” He spat.

Under the nightlight, he looked rogue, savage, unfearing.

“You are a criminal Yoongi.” She had no idea where she had found the strength to speak those words, but she did.

He smiled coldly “Of course I am, Love. The one they fear and now won’t dare challenge. You see, there is nothing between us now.”

Her wall of protection had disappeared. (Y/N) knew that she could never depend on them for long, but everything toppling overnight? She had not seen this coming.

“You betrayed me, but also saved me.” He concluded and she felt his hold tightening on her arms like a python.

“No, Yoongi…I didn’t save you. I am not your saviour Yoongi.”

“Oh, Love…I cannot be saved anyway, I don’t want to be…All that is left for you is to accept me as I am. No ifs and buts.”

But how? She never wanted this…She never loved him!

“Y-Yoongi…I don’t–I don’t love you…”,

The silence made her stomach flip. But her proximity to him made her fear for her life.

“They really had filled your mind with filth…” He drawled before she felt the iron grip of his fingers on her jaws. It was not instantly painful, but with each passing moment, the ache rose.

“Look at me, look into my eyes and tell me.”

The simmering ambre flared into an all-engulfing fire in his eyes. Some strands of his hair fell forward, exposing the deranged lover that hid behind the poised man.

She peered into the rage and chaos simmering in his feline eyes- dark but raging with emotions, yet hollowed with loneliness.

“I cared Yoongi, I always did. That is why I wanted you to survive. I wanted you to run, despite knowing who you were, I wanted you to run. But I could never love you.”

It was an odd amalgamation– she feared him, yet pitied him. He, to her, resembled a lost predator. Surviving, hunting, doing what he was born to do…but lost, alone.

“Please Yoongi…Let Chae go…She’s a child. Let us go.” She begged again, her hopes flaring when his hold on her loosened, hands falling to his side as he took a step back.

He only chuckled and looked away.

“I guess our past actions do have consequences…”

In the silence, his lowly voice sounded ominous

“And I must reap them…” He paused before turning back to her “But so would you.”.

She watched the simmering ambre erupting into an all-consuming volcano before he tapped on the earpiece attached to his left ear.

“Is the child with you? Okay, take out your gun and shoot her when I command.”

“NO! NO! Yoongi, please! No”

She was already on her knees, she did not care as long as her only family was safe. His cold eyes peered down at her with a chilling poise before he bent down a bit and cupped her cheek, breaking the neverending stream of tears.

“Wipe off the tears and come with me. If anyone suspects something, you sweet little sister will pay.”

(Y/N) sat frozen, not even registering the thrumming on her knees.

Maybe she was wrong–

Min Yoongi was a monster after all.

And monsters were unforgiving creatures.

—------

Min Yoongi knew that he was not a saint.

He was not a kind man.

But he was also not evil. Not to the people he loved, truly loved and cared for. And definitely not to the love of his life.

He had no shame in admitting– he was a monster- the worst of them all. A walking, talking, repulsive nightmare.

But he loved her. He had forgiven her the very night he was ‘arrested’.

How could he not, when she looked at him with more kindness than he had ever known in this world?

But when she outrightly refused to have ever loved him, the illusion began to crack.

“They were right about you…I never believed them until now but now I do. You truly are an evil monster.”

She had whispered those words to him as soon as they were in his estate. Even with tears in them, her eyes were cold and raging.

“I could never love a monster like you!” She finally spat out when he refused to let her see her sister.

And he snapped. Something deep, dark, territorial and unhinged gnawed its way out.

But he only smirked. Even though he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes, a strange pit in his stomach, he smirked and let it grow into a chuckle.

He must have had his true face out as she took a step back with fear blooming in her teary eyes– he was a deranged, diabolic bastard. With each step he took to close the distance between them, she took several away, until the back of her knees bumped with the bed.

Pulling her flush against himself, he leaned near her ear.

“The officers who aided you are already six feet under the ground– half burnt, half crushed, but dead anyway. All you can do is believe in every word they told you about me…I am indeed a monster, honey. He worst one you will ever know. And you will have to live with this monster. No government, no decorated officer would dare to save you.”

He felt her stiffen and shiver like frightened prey. Indeed, she had fallen prey to his love. He made peace with their reality. She would too.

Humans were adaptive creatures after all.

—--------

The hanging lights on the ceiling were pretty– the crystals shining under the moonlight, but they seemed to swing slightly.

It was only an illusion, of course. It was she, who moved, and the bed while the man above her remained still, revelling at the sight of her rocking hips, spread legs and parted mouth with the dazed bliss in her eyes.

She could only watch the chandelier instead of looking into his eyes with the victorious gleam in them and the sadistic twinkle on watching her fall apart.

“Look into my eyes, Jagi.”

And she did before hot white pleasure surged through her.

“There there, aren’t you the most beautiful of all brides out there?”

“Why can’t I meet my own sister?” (Y/N) was only a thread away from screaming her lungs out all the awful things she could think of at the moment.

Yoongi simply sat, nursing his scotch on rocks, idly watching the part of the vast garden visible from his home office. The place that only a few had access to, the place she had barged in, his guards chasing after her, pleading for her to stop lest they would bear Mr Min’s wrath.

But she could not have it in herself to care. She had not seen or even heard of her Chae for two days in the gigantic estate.

When Yoongi finally looked at her, his stoic stare made something unpleasant steer within her. His eyes assessed her with a flick before it turned steely.

“Why are you in your bed clothes?” It was akin to a sneer. Or maybe it was.

The fact was, she did not give a fuck.

“What have you done to my sis–”

“Have you walked all the way here in this?”

She was wearing a thin camisole under a nightgown reaching beyond her knee. It was of satin material that was tightly knotted but had a plunging neckline she had never cared about.

She did not understand why this bothered him so much. She knew that he was twisted but this was madness.

“I want to see Chae! I have not even heard of her since I–you brought us here.”

Only she knew the anxiety clawing her from within

“She needs to take her medicines regularly Yoongi. She’s just eight, she is a child, an innocent child who needs me.”

Even when she would ask the guards, servants, or maids, they would not respond to her question– that was the only question they refrained from speaking about her sister, or even taking her name.

If Yoongi had the intention to break her down in a slow, painful way, he was on the right track.

He rose from the chair and walked to her “I assure you that she is safe and sound– she will take all her medicines on time, they will take good care of her.”

“Th-they?”

She did not even notice his other hand reaching for her until he wiped the single tear that had slipped from her eyes.

“The school staff. I have sent Chae to Rosenberg.”

“Indeed, you are.”

She felt his fingers slipping away before hearing the embarrassing squelching. Her eyes had closed without her notice, ready to fall into a blissful slumber. It was the second time he had pushed her over the edge of white pleasure.

But she was wrong to think that he was anywhere near done.

Feeling the tight knot snap, she withered under him, eyes still closed, mind still hazy.

Before the swing of the pleasurable high could slow down, she vaguely felt him putting her boneless legs over his shoulder before the ticking sensation between her thighs alerted her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, just in time when she felt something wet glide over her opening. The protest bubbling up to her tongue fizzled out like a burning matchstick against a storm and the only thing left for her was to moan instead– no matter how much she wished to resist it, she could not help the signs of pleasure tearing out of her mouth.

At first, she felt the odd but pleasurable sensation, almost flinching and jumping away. But under him, with his hands tight on her thighs, almost spilling the flesh between his fingers, it was difficult to even move. All she could do was to let her hands grip his hair. He did not seem to mind much.

His tongue focused on flicking her clit for a while, making her jolt each time with quivering gasps and moistening womanhood. This man surely knew how to overwhelm her own emotions.

“Ro-Rosember?”

“Rosenberg– Institut auf dem Rosenberg. It tops the list for a refined and elite schools, your sister will flourish there.”

He held an air of nonchalance around him as he refilled his glass. Yet Yoongi’s eyes never left her form.

(Y/N) licked her lips. Was it possible to get randomly admitted to any prestigious school so soon in the country?

“So, she will be going to a new school? I can meet her then, right?”

“I think you don’t understand Jagi. It is an elite boarding school, the best of the best. It’s in Switzerland. I sent her there yesterday.”

“You…You sent my Chae to…Switzerland?”

She had to repeat the words herself in order to fully grasp the situation. Yoongi sent her baby sister, who needed constant supervision and regular check-ups to another country-- to a boarding school she had never heard of.

“I have sent them the details and the list of precautions and medications. Besides that, I have connections, Jagi, she will be safe there.”

By the time he finished speaking, her legs turned lifeless and she found the floor. The warmth of the carpet could not subdue the sudden waves of chills and goosebumps enveloping her form.

“You sent her away from me…”

“I gave her a good life. Imagine if it were someone else in my place, Jagi…He would have gifted you your sister’s head first before taking yours.”

He bent down in smooth, silent motion before whispering to her with his arms holding her in faux reassurance.

Her eyes rolled back before the rawness of her throat was registered only after the rocking of her hips had slowed down. Her ears still echoed the short but sharp scream that had forced its way out of her throat like he had been forcing the pleasure out of her.

Her vision was blurry with the mix of tears and haze, but she could see him smirking– smug but somewhat unhinged.

Maybe he was indeed unhinged and cruel. He had punished her– not for her apparent betrayal. But for not loving him the way he had believed she would.

Min Yoongi had closed all doors for her, leaving her with no option but to hold on to the diamond wedding ring that now had its fangs buried on her ring finger– just as Min Yoongi had his claws buried in her life.

“Look at you~”

She heard him coo as her head fell back on the pillow, her movement growing slow and her eyes heavy.

“What has the child done to you? She needs me!” (Y/N) cried out in anguish.

Yet it did nothing to deter his cold gaze or falter the ghost of a smirk he sported with pride.

“Nothing Love, the child has done nothing. I am not her foe. I am giving her the life millions would die for– the best of the best. I would see to it all. But when would you see her again is in your hands Jagi.”

She frowned and blinked through her tears. Up close, his scar did manage to make him appear more sinister than anyone she had ever met before.

“What are you saying?”

“I love you Jagi, there is no limit, no boundary that I would not cross for you. You can meet her after we are married and you give birth to our first child. So it depends on you how soon you can do that.”

He sealed her fate with the offer. But she wondered, how could a confession of love make one’s heart quiver with fear?

“I love you, Jagi, you have no idea how much I do.”

She could smell the sweat and musk as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before guiding his manhood to enter her. Slow, but sure, a contrast of stiffness and tenderness that both frightened and baffled her.

“Oh—” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as she held onto Yoongi’s shoulders in order to keep herself grounded. It was devastating; it was delicious, it was almost divine.

But she knew that this was no more than a nefarious act of him sinking his sharp teeth into her– held down under his thumb forever. He had the advantage, the power and the last word. He was the lion, she was a helpless, powerless prey his claws dug into.

Min Yoongi was a man of his word.

He had told her once that he would marry her and live in his newly bought estate; they were indeed married, fucking on the bed that was flown all the way from a different country.

—---

The headlines flashed on the screen while wheels turned in her head. She sat stiffly without any movements as she watched the news.

“What are you watching?”

As if he were conjured, he walked into their room, some sandwiches on a plate, wearing the most innocuous-looking clothes. He had taken two months off from ‘work’, wishing to spend some quality time with his wife.

One week into the marriage, she was already wearing down. Both emotionally and physically. She doubted if there was any room in the mansion left where he had not taken her, or was there any corner of her mind where he had not wiggled his way into.

“Your company is taking responsibility for constructing new police quaters and renovating the old ones?”

“Yes, why are you so surprised?”

“There are others, older candidates. Why would they give the project to you?”

Yoongi smiled and sat down beside her.

“You are so smart, Jagi. It would be a sin to hide anything from my wife, would that not? Let's just say me and the Internal Affairs Ministry are friends now.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek before handing her the sandwich he had put his time making.

“So, no one disrupts me now. For a long time.”

“You did this to make sure that no one comes searching for me, right?”

He grinned.

“I love you (Y/N). There is no limit that I would not cross for you. Eat up, I have a really good movie for us. You will love it. After that, we can have lunch, all your favourites.

He went on, while she spiralled further. Any hope of getting out of there was crushed then and there.

He had not taken his time to track her down. He had taken his time to plan. And execute the plan thoroughly. Tracking her down was child’s play for him.

Min Yoongi was indeed a monster—a clever, stubborn and dangerous monster.

And she was in his realm, and she was there to stay. He would make sure of that.

***

The rest of the parts will be published shortly. I am facing problems in saving the draft.

A very Happy New Year to all of you!

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urmelodysblog · 9 months

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Enhypen Hyung-line kinks

Genre: Smut

This contain talk about sexual intercourse, dacryphilia, cnc, somnophilia, and a lot of other kinks.

I'm thinking about writing a hc for the listed kink. So think of it as a brainstorm sheet as well.

Jay

Dominance

Voyeruism

Oral

Katoptronphilia (Mirror sex)

Breeding kink

Lingerie

Size kink

Heeseung

Breathe Play

Voyeurism

Dominant

Edging

Praise kink

Degrading

Dacryphilia (crying)

jake

Katoptronphilia (mirror sex)

Dirty Talk

Praise kink

Lingerie

Public/risky sex

Size kink

Dacryphilia (receiving)

Sunghoon

Switch (takes a lot of effort to make him ur sub, he's definitely a bratty sub. As well as a hard Dom)

Orgasm Denial

Over stimulating

Somnophilia (sleeping, giving and receiving)

Degrading (giving)

Breeding kink

Dacryphilia (crying, giving)

#ff #hc #enhypen hard hours #Smut #legal line #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #heesung #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heesung x reader #Jay x reader #Jay smut #jake smut #Enhypen smut #Hyungline #enhypen hyung line #enhypen headcanons #Prompts

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thots4hee · 2 years

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Over - PSH

Where in your silence, he got his answer.

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wc: 5.7k

warnings: ANGST, smut, public sex, cheating, emotional abuse, trauma, sad shit. (not proof read)

Ten months have passed since the breakup. Everyday was the same. Park Sunghoon fumbles with his keys to open his lonely and cold apartment. Grunting after he successfully opened the cold and dark space, the mess on the floor greeted him. There were broken glasses, dirty clothes, cracked walls and bottles of empty liquor scattered on the floor. It smells like death, far from the "home" you once shared.

Pushing the bottles and plastic around using his feet, the sound it made added to his headache. Sunghoon stumbled to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water to sober himself up a little. His Adams apple bobbled up and down as the cold water awakened his remaining senses.

He clutched the counter with both hands as the memories of the two of you appeared in his mind like a broken record. He grunted and closed his eyes. Sometimes he hated it. He hates it when he closes his eyes, because all he sees is you. When he sleeps, he dreams about the moments you two shared together. It was killing him. It was torture. It was like you were still here but fading whenever he opened his eyes.

He touched his beating heart. By now, he believed he was dead. After gobbling up several bottles of liquor at the bar, kissing random girls and partying to his heart’s content didn’t do much healing when he went home alone. It was pure luck that he went home safely.

He was limping as he sat on the kitchen floor. He was so numb from the pain, it was unbearable. He chuckled because he knew he looked goddamned stupid. Silently weeping and pulling his hair as hot tears flowed down to his flushed cheeks. He had lips in between his teeth from the frustration and grief. He didn't know what was better: you leaving him for good or you being dead instead. Although for him, it feels the same.

He was mad at you. Anger and resentment filled his heart. clouded with venomous emotion until it poisoned his whole system. Maybe feeling angry is better than feeling sad about the relationship he once had with you. This way, he would feel better at least.

He looked around the place. Here in this kitchen, you used to cook him breakfast every morning. He used to wake up with your side of the bed empty and cold. You were the first thing he looked for. When he sees your figure standing in the kitchen facing the pan with your signature fluffy pancakes, he will feel calm and at ease. He used to wrapped his arms around your waist and bury his head in your and shoulders to show his appreciation and affection whenever you prepare something for the both of you. And he knew how much you loved his morning voice. So he will whisper how much he loves you and how he wants to do you later.

But now, you're not here. There were no pancakes for breakfast, and there was no y/n to brighten his mornings.

Sighing, He also remembered vividly how he took you here. Your whimpers echo through the whole place. How tightly do you grip the counter for support. How you burnt the steak was because you two were too engrossed by each other's pleasure to give a damn about what you were cooking. He remembered while he was at work and he called you randomly. He asked what you were doing, and you replied to him by saying you were preparing something special in the kitchen. He’s a naughty guy. Even at work, he gets excited about the thought of you. He always asked what you were wearing, and you replied with a huff, saying you were wearing the red apron. He chuckled at the memory because he thought you were only wearing the ugly red apron and nothing more. He wanted to go home to you that day right away and feel you wrapped around him.

His head feels like it will break into two. Maybe going out to a party is a bad idea. Kissing a bunch of random chicks feels like cheating to him. His cock can't even get hard. When one time this random chick gave him a head at the club’s restroom, he earned a slap in the face and he was called an asshole for it because he couldn't get his dick to stand up. But nobody can blame him. If it's not you, he cannot get hard. He tried anything possible to get rid of you, but his soul just could not.

Standing up to go to your- or his bed now, is another painful step he has to endure. The mere sight of your happy memories together in that damn room sent another tidal wave of pain in his aching heart. But he has to sleep on the mattress rather than on the cold floor.

He didn’t change his clothes. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just lay there. The smell of alcohol and sweat engulfed his nostrils, but he didn’t give a fuck. You are not here anymore to nag him. There is no you anymore, so why does he have to? But how much does he miss it? You take care of his drunk state whenever you guys party with friends. How you would giggle when he mumbles stupid shit in his half asleep shit faced drunk state. He would hiss when a cold towel touched his skin. He would also giggle when you gave him a gentle kiss after you set him beside you to sleep.

But all of that is gone. He's got nothing but a scared heart. Scared that the universe might have heard his whimpers. He was on a despair state, emotions too strong and was scattered mess. With his knees and head bowed down, all he can do is mindlessly beg. He wished he was dead. He believed it would hurt less than seeing you leave the door with your belongings. His lips quivered as he heard the door gently shut, mumbling that there was no love after you. After that, he couldn't feel anything anymore or to anyone else. You left with his heart, and he was left empty.

Sunghoon doesn’t know what hurts more; if it's you leaving or the memories that stay with him. Indeed, loving you was too short and forgetting you was too long.

Ten months had passed and he was still in a resentful state. The hatred he felt was growing stronger. But deep down he knows how much he longs for you, to see you again. Just the slightest resemblance of you to other people makes him shake, but he ends up disappointed because it's not you. But either way, he doesn't want to see you. Just the thought of being in the same room as you makes him sick, dizzy, and want to throw up. An emotion he doesn't even know about himself. All he knew was that seeing you put him in a negative state.

He was feeling bitter about the process of his moving on phase. Social media was his coping mechanism. He was just a guy, heartbroken, and feeling like a fool. You make him look like a fool. He still remembered after a month of break up you were still checking up on him. He doesn’t know if your face was just that thick or if you were just an angel. But therefore, you were still dealing with him, giving him false hope and leading him on. On the verge of your rough path to the point of totally breaking up you posted a guy. Kissing his cheek and the caption made his stomach churn, his knees getting weaker and his head about to explode. Happy birthday and I love you the caption said. The only thought that ran into his stupid skull was that she used to say I love you to me too.

Though he didn’t react to your post, he did vile things for vengeance. His emotions got the best of him. He liked, retweeted, and shared shady quotes and tweets about exes and the topic of cheating was widespread on his timeline and page. It was obvious that it was referring to you. He knew it was an immature move. But he cannot do anything but to justify his actions and make fun of his situation, and also you. Even though he blocked you and deleted your contacts on his phone. He claimed how much he hated your guts and the rumors about your new guy. He felt livid. He chose public humiliation to get back at you for hurting him and for crushing his pride and ego.

But then he realized how you felt. Everyone was feeling sympathetic towards him, cheering him up and joining in the fun of hating you. Deep down He felt bad, but what could he do? It's too late to delete those. So he did nothing. He was stubborn; he stood his ground. Plus, he couldn’t remember you saying sorry to him. So he was stupidly proud on social media. He was an asshole for doing it. He was just thankful that you weren’t showing your face elsewhere.

Maybe he will heal fast when he convinced himself that he hates you and has regretted those years that he spent with you.

But pure luck left his side this time. After months of being apart and not seeing you, he felt the air leaving his lungs.

There you are laughing and dancing with your friends. Wearing a black tight dress that he doesn’t recognize anymore. You haven’t changed, aside from the fact that you smile brighter this time. The lights touching your skin and the way you swayed your hips to the music got him hooked. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He would not deny it to himself. He fucking misses you. You're wrecking his system again.

The loud booming of the bar’s music and the harsh pounding of his heart were beating at the same time. He had taken three shots of tequila and a glass of scotch earlier, but it felt like not enough. He needed more. His gaze was fixed on you for a solid 5 minutes until his friend Jay tapped him on the shoulder, diverting his attention away from your figure for a moment to hear what he was gushing about.

His arms were encircling his shoulder, Jay dragged him to meet a girl.

"This is Park Sunghoon my buddy! Sunghoon this is Kaycee my colleague", Jay was happily introducing the two, hoping that they would click. But Sunghoon’s mind was elsewhere. He forced a friendly smile on Kylie or Kennedy-actually he doesn’t give a fuck. His heart was going crazy and he turned around to look for you again. It seems rude to the poor girl and to his friend, but he wasn’t interested in anybody, especially you were here.

Much to his dismay, he found you, not with your friends anymore, but with a man that was so familiar to him. He remembers his face while he was pounding the punching bag with his fist at the gym when he started working out. Hoping that he could strike a punch at his face for once. It was satisfying to think about breaking his nose and pushing his teeth into the back of his stupid throat.

His hands were shaking and he felt suffocated. The feeling of betrayal ate him up. Tears were ready to escape his eyes, but thanks to the darkness of the bar and the colorful lights, nobody noticed.

He never took his eyes away from you as he spoke to the bartender to give him their strongest drink. He needs to loosen up and gain courage tonight. He wanted to talk to you. At least he needs his closure. For the sake of his sanity. He needs an acceptable reason aside from your I fell out of love. Bullshit. If its true love, it would not fade.

After torturing himself, watching you two being all sweet and clingy at the table, while he was gulping down drinks after drinks, he finally stood up. Gained enough strength and courage to show his face to you again.

He can handle his alcohol now, thanks to partying almost every night. As he approached your table, you finally set your eyes on him.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, you mumbled his name like a prayer. "Sunghoon."

Sunghoon heard it. Amidst the noisy music and people shouting, and singing along to the loud music, he heard your sweet voice saying his name. Both of his hands were slightly shaking, and his breathing ragged, hoping you wouldn��t notice, but you did. You knew him well, to read his body language this easy.

"Y/N what is this?" It's like you completely forgot about the person you were with once Sunghoon appeared in your sight. You felt bad. You felt torn. You turned to look at your confused boyfriend, and spoke.

"This is Sunghoon. Hoon, Heeseung my boyfriend. " Sunghoon was moved when you called him by his nickname, hoped he heard it right. There is a slight hesitation in your voice. As if you were embarrassed, your body language didn’t escape his eyes, and he hopes your new boyfriend felt it too.

At the back of Sunghoon’s mind, there's a voice that’s begging him to turn around and just leave. Youre happy now and he’s left miserable, but he was stubborn, so he confidently asked, "Can we talk y/n? just the two of us" eyes diverting to your boyfriend. Hinting that you need some privacy.

You were hesitant and in doubt, but Sunghoon already grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the place, leaving your boyfriend, Heeseung, calling out your name. What a lame bitch, just letting her ex drag his girlfriend around. Sunghoon laughed inside.

"Where the fuck are you bringing me Sunghoon? We’re over months ago!" pulling your arms back he dragged you to the empty parking lot, for sure his hands printed at your arms because of how tight he holds you.

"Get in the fucking car, y/n." He firmly said, hiding his nervousness as he get into his car. Hope that you will comply. Gladly you did. Because even if you don’t, he will grab you by the waist and put you inside his car. You have zero choice.

The atmosphere in the car was dead silent, awkward. You’d wish you could just jump out of the car and run away from him. But that’s not possible. You wonder if Heeseung was looking for you, damn cause you left your bag at the table. Now you're alone in a car with your ex to talk.

Crossing your arms to lessen the cold feeling in the car you broke the silence, "We seriously have nothing to talk about anymore Hoon, we’re over ten months to be exact, and you embarrassed me to the whole world anyway, hope that made you happy as fuck" you mumbled the last sentence. Remembering the shit he posted about you, how he said shit in there. How he spread that you were a big liar and a cheater. Well, a part of you think you deserved it. You left him.

But honestly, you can't blame him. Four years with him were smooth. But one day, you woke up and you just feel nothing at all. You fell out of love. The thrill wasn’t there anymore. There is no love for him anymore. Sunghoon will not understand. So you just left, but there is a part of you that misses him. His affection and efforts. That’s why after the break up, you still check up on him. Asking how he was doing, how his day was. As if nothing happened, as if you didn’t pierced his heart. You are cruel, and deep down you hate yourself for what you have done to him. But you weren’t happy anymore.

"We got a lot to talk about y/n", the car came into a halt. Your eyes examined the place that you knew very well. This was once a home you two shared. All the plans and happy memories come back to you. But you have to stand your ground. This is not my home anymore.

Sunghoon went to your side to open the car door, like he always does before. "Get out and follow me." When he sees you not moving, he whispered "Please, after this, I won't bother you again." Finally, he let his walls down. He let go of the mask he was holding since he stepped inside the bar. He’s vulnerable now, his façade nowhere to be found.

You look straight ahead, still and unmoving. You cannot bring yourself to enter his house. Your jaw was shaking and eyes glossy. You breathe, "We can talk here, Sunghoon." not looking at him. You breathe deeply, his perfume engulfing your nostrils. Bringing old memories that you have buried, and still trying to.

He asked how have you been doing, but you interrupted him "Cut to the chase Sunghoon, I'm doing fine. Is that what's itching your throat? That’s why you dragged me here? " Now you raised your voice. The car door finally opened and now eyes were set on his figure, taken aback by his expression. He let a tear escape his eyes. With his heart aching, he pulled his last piece of strength to utter the sentence.

"What went wrong in the last four years with me?"

Finally, you let your shoulders shake. A sob escaped your lips. You took your gaze away from him. All the heavy load of feelings came back. Your nails dig at your knees to stop the tears from escaping, but it seems nothing can.

Sunghoon only watched you cry for the first time in the ten months you were apart. He wanted to come near, touch, and hug you. But he seemed glued to his place. All he can do is watch you weep, and let his tears join yours.

After you released what was kept inside you for so long, you gathered the strength to speak the truth in his face.

"My priorities have changed, Sunghoon. That’s the reason why I left." You breathe out. Finally, feeling lighter after you said those.

Meanwhile Sunghoon was bewildered. Your real reason fazed him. Your priorities have changed. While all along, you were his priority. He couldn’t take the truth.

He ducked on the door to face you. Right hand holding the car door opened and with pained face "All this time my priority was you, I have planned my life according to you, all the choices I make includes you. But one day you woke up and decided to leave me, and after being apart for some time, I found out your priorities had changed. Tell me y/n does your changed priorities includes being a whore-"

Sunghoon was cut off by a hand landing straight on his cheeks. You slapped him. You were raging mad now, breathing heavily, and as you wiped your tears, you screamed at him. You were never the violent type, but you were insulted by him face to-face this time.

"We were young! I’m young Sunghoon! You have plans for the future, for us. But have you asked me what I like? I have a life too! You just wanted me to wait for you at that goddamn house like a dumb damsel, as if I was already tied to you. "

"I have dreams... but you always shut me down. You might love me, Hoon, but you don’t see my potential. You don’t see my capabilities. All you know is that you can go home to me and cook dinner for us. Wait for you to go home... I have decided to plan my life. That’s why I left. I was just a girlfriend, Sunghoon. I'm not yet your wife. " You shook your head as you finally let the truth escape. All of this is true.

"For the record, I didn’t cheat on you. After I called it quits, I met Heeseung after a couple of weeks." Finally, you breathe calmly now, still refusing to look at him. Because looking at him will make you do stupid shit. You cannot deny now that you miss him.

Sunghoon couldn’t take the information. He was full of regret and disappointment, disappointment eating him up and he just wanted to turn back time and try to listen to you. Maybe you two will work out fine. But that is impossible now. It's clear as the sky that you have moved on. You are happy and finally working on your dreams. Even if the man on your side wasn’t him anymore.

"I’m sorry I didn’t know. I thought you were happy with me. Genuinely happy. It is true that I have already planned the future that I think would fit us. But I was wrong. I-I have become inconsiderate, haven’t I?" He chuckled. Covering a cry. It was a painful laugh, and y/n knew that.

The atmosphere in the car seems suffocating. The dead silence was eating you up so get out to stand infront of sunghoon who seems eye locking with the driveway’s ground. Avoiding your gaze. He feels weak he wanted to collapsed. Its like he coundnt stand it anymore. This was too painful for him, to be with you here, but you feel so far away.

"If we’re done here, I'm leaving." He cut you off. Finally, he wanted to ask this question to you after months that you’ve been apart.

"In those four years, did you genuinely love me?" He pushed his hair back and looked up to the dark sky. He waited for your response or reaction. But instead, in your silence, he got his answer.

Sighing in defeat. Throwing his head back and releasing a breath, as if he had accepted what was already served. He will finally let go.

But cold hands grabbed his face and smashed their lips on his.

You couldn’t answer his question, merely distracted by how he was throwing his head back, exposing his gorgeous neck that you used to leave love marks on. Using the silence, you kissed him with all your might. In your kiss, you expressed your feelings towards Sunghoon. You can't deny that you miss him. You miss this. His presence, his smell, his voice. His lips collide with yours in a hot make-out session. Saliva mixing with his, nose nudging and, tongue fighting for dominance.

Sunghoon, taken aback by your sudden action, gripped your waist and kissed you with much force. Eyes closed and feeling your warmth. Feeling your lips against him was satisfying. It was enough for him.

"I miss this Hoonie." You moaned into his mouth. Sliding your hands into his toned chest while the other was gripping his biceps. you sucked on a breath when he pushed you on the hood of his car.

Your tight dress hunched up, exposing your thighs. Your black laced thong didn’t escape Sunghoon gaze as he licked his lips. Fangs appearing. All those times when a random chick trying to get into his pants failed. He couldn’t get himself to get off on the thought of somebody else but you. Now that you are here. Sprawled above his car, lips red and plump from his kisses, and eyes drowsy. Your chest heaved up and down, you breathed, "Sunghoon please..." wetness already pooling on your thong.

Sunghoon undid two of his buttons as he got in between your thighs. In his mind, fuck the neighbors if they see. All he wanted to do was quench both of your thirsts. He will show you the frustration and anger he has kept all this time. This will be the last anyway.

Sunghoon grabbed your thighs apart to set himself comfortably in between. Making you gasp and shriek. "Keep quiet or do you want your ex neighboors to find out you were fucking your ex boyfriend, in his driveway like some fucking slut."

You let him set himself between your thighs. Kissing your neck. Leaving light kisses and gentle nips. This makes you arch your back and breathe heavily. You were so aroused to the idea of fucking in public. Praying that no person would walk on this side of the street, or else you would be doomed. But nevertheless, unafraid because you were with Sunghoon. I will not be afraid to kiss the lips that send me in orbit. You thought.

Suddenly Sunghoon stopped kissing you, making you look at him. Panting and sweaty, your gazed set at his raging hard on. Its been so long since you got a taste of his love muscle. His touch, his way of pleasure, and the way he knows what makes you cum. And the taste of his cum on your tongue.

Sunghoon’s insecurities were eating him up while he savored your skin. He’s a possessive man. But the thought of your current boyfriend also kissing your skin and making you his were eating him up inside. At this last moment with you, he wanted to clear something.

Sunghoon stares at your figure. He sucked in a breath, taken off guard when you slowly took off your thong, exposing your shaved, glistening cunt. It's all for him to see. He stares at your pussy, how your engorged clit rest begging for his attention, callimg for him. Inviting him for a taste.

"I want you, I need you, come here..." That’s all he needs to hear. Your permission is what matters right now. Fuck your boyfriend, fuck the neighbors, his pride, and fuck him if he lets this shit pass. He’s going to rail you under the midnight sky, where every sleeping soul can see.

Gripping your shoulders enough to leave a bruise, he spun you around like a rag doll. "Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ears as you heard his belt being undone and the unzipping of his pants.

"Please Hoonie take me." You cried, the tension and the wetness oozing from your cunt was too much. How emabrassing how you claim you don’t love him anymore and yet you were begging for him to stuff you with his cock.

Sunghoon pumped his cock in his hands while he faced your pussy. He let his fingers make contact with your slit. His delicate fingers, long and sexy, gently tapped your clit and collected some of your juices to lubricate his dick, making him hiss while you moaned while pushing your pussy closer to him. so needy and desperate for his touch.

When his cock was wet and taut enough, he grabbed your waist, and feeling his dick nudging at your entrance and clit was enough to send you into a horny mess. Sunghoon has changed so much in the past few months. He was more manly, his balls heavy and hairy. Cock more veiny now and he got a lot bigger than before. You pray that you can take him well. You don’t want to compare but Sunghoon will make your current boyfriend embarrassed.

"Choking is overrated, darling." You were confused but it made sense when Sunghoon grabbed your waist to align it with his pelvic feeling his raging cock on your ass. He placed his arms tightly around your neck, head locking you in his biceps. While his left hand pushed his mushroom head tip at your cunt making you yelped pulling your ass away from the foreign feeling and stretch. "Take it you fucking bitch, and don’t act like you can't take it when you slut around." His insults were turning you on so much that you let out a cry when he pushed his entire dick inside you. His veins massage your insides. His tip nudged your cervix, balls deep. He gave you time to adjust to his new size. Gripping his biceps, nails diiging at his arms is a signal for him to go on and move.

He headlocks you tighter, lessening your air flow, but it adds to the pleasure as he snaps his hips at your ass. Balls slapping at your clit as it echoes to the streets. Sunghoon pulls his cock leaving his tip inside, and he harshly snaps it back inside, sending you into a screaming mess in his arms.

You were a coughing mess when Sunghoon let go of you. Plopping at the his car’s hover, ass up and his hard cock still inside, he grunted "Who fuck you better huh?" No on the voice screams inside your head.

He refused to move just to tease the fuck out of you. You tried to move by pulling and pushing your ass, but he grabbed your hair, making you yelp.

Sunghoon watches as your pussy swallows him whole, your legs so far apart he can see everything so well. You can see from his abuse earlier.

"This is the thrill that you want right? I’ll give you the fucking thrill. I hope some nosy neighbor will hear your whiney moans and let everyone know how you like to be fucked outside where everyone can see. Huh." Instead of feeling shame you were turned on by his words. You never got to see this side of Sunghoon, not in those four years you were together. Hearing him say that made your insides clench. Gripping his cock tighter inside you. He hissed and chuckled, knowing well how he unlocked a kink.

He put you into a missionary position, yanked your dress to expose your breasts. Cock Still inside your pussy. You can feel him pulsate in your insides. While you were almost naked, Sunghoon was still dressed, his pants and briefs on his mid-thigh.

Sunghoon harshly thrust his cock, leaving just his tip inside when pulling out and pushing his cock back. Heavy balls slapping against your ass, adding to the delicious feeling. He stares at your face and bouncing breasts. His thrust was assaulting and harsh, both of his hands grab your boobs, they look enticing…inviting…and so his for tonight.

"I’m close. Please make me cum." You didn’t wait for his permission. Throwing your head back and curling your toes from the sensation, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You came milking his still hard cock.

Sunghoon stares at your pussy as you come from your high. Rubbing your clit as you were shaking from your release.

Still hard, he pulled his dick out to pump his cock and release on your stomach when you got off of the hover and dropped on your knees to swallow his wet cock from your release earlier.

You gagged but continued to bob your head to his dick to make him cum. Massaging his balls in the process. Sunghoon jerked his hips, inserting his dick further into your throat.

"I’m gonna fucking cum and your gonns swallow my load, understand?" He snaps his hips as he emphasizes every word he says, making you nod. His cocks feels so delicios and heavy on the tongue

Knees starting to hurt because of the rough ground, Sunghoon came on your tongue. He heard the slurping sound of your mouth and you released his softening dick with a loud pop.

Everything went silent. It's just your heavy breathing and the ruffling of your clothes. You fix your dress, thong nowhere to be seen. Youre starting to panic, thinking about your boyfriend at the bar. You left him just like that and came along with your ex-boyfriend. Fucked him, sucked his dick and begged him to fucking take you. Just great.

"Please take me back-" "I’ll take you home-"

You both said it in unison. Sunghoon bit his lip and just nodded. He gets it. You wanted to come back to that bar and to your boyfriend. H ewanted to clench his fist. He brushed his hair back and motioned for you to come inside the car. Trying to make himself feel calm

The drive to the bar was silent and awkward. You guys just fucked and that’s it. You just ignore him, facing the window, watching as the familiar way to the bar comes into sight.

Sunghoon couldn't keep his eyes on the road, eyes were shifting on you every minute to check if you were okay. He guesses finding a chance to speak is impossible right now. Maybe that’s it. You just gave in to him because of the moment and reality came back. You have someone else right now, and he's just a piece of your past. He sighs.

The car came to a stop once the bar came into sight. You finally look at Sunghoon tongue tide. What will you say? Thanks for ramming your dick in my pussy, I had a great time ex! You curse under your breath.

"You do not have to say anything, y/n. I finally have my closure. You can go back to him" Him taste so bitter. He said it so bitterly while looking at the window, avoiding your gaze.

You opened the car door and shut it. But something felt missing. Turning around to face his car window, you knocked.

Sunghoon was confused. He arched his right eyebrow but pulled the car window down, curious about what you were up to.

"Sunghoon, tell me a lie." Staring at his soul as you speak. Stopping yourself from opening the car door and leaping into his lap to kiss him

Sunghoon sucked in a breath. He couldn’t tell a lie. But tonight he will try to.

"Go away, I do not love you anymore and I regret spending my time and years with you y/n" He broke the eye contact. Starting the engine to get away from you. He couldn’t breathe. All those months he thought he hated you, all those attempts to forget about you, all failed because he saw you again and felt you again.

you stand up straight, nodding. You hesitantly turn away from him. Forcing yourself to breathe calmly. You finally entered the bar.

Sunghoon, for the second time, watched your back as you left.

But if he asked you the same thing, what would you say? Sunghoon thought

But little did Sunghoon know, if he hadn't interrupted you earlier, taking you back would mean differently.

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~DO'S/DONT'S~

What I will write about:

Yandere , non-con , dub-con , smut , and a few minor kinks (eg: breeding kink , buldge kink , daddy kink etc) only female readers!

I DO NOT condone this behaviour and I just write for fun!

What I do not write:

excessive kinks such as piss kink , spit kink , blood realted any kink.

Group I write for : Enhypen (hyungline)

I'm still thinking about sunoo- won't write anything for him atm!

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen yandere #heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #enhypen Yandere #enhypen hyungline #enhypen non-con

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luvyeni · 1 year

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a new anon here! I AM IN LOVE W UR WRITING, like idk how to explain it.

Is it okay if I can i request an enhypen (legal line ofc) reaction to seeing your bra on accident while you're taking off their (enha) sweatshirt.

Suggestive or smut, however you prefer and are comfortable with writing.

ALSO can I be added on anon list as, 🪐

ty have a great rest of your week and take ur time, I am patient.

—｛🎂｝SEEING YOUR BRA; W/ EN- HYUNG LINE

pairings. enha!hyungline x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. language, nipple play , little bit of dirty talk

synopsis. enhypen's reaction to you accidentally flashing them.

—｛🍰｝... HEESEUNG ⋮ !

thinks you're teasing him , but doesn't want to assume anything.

"baby." he giggled , watching you struggle to take his sweatshirt off , your baby blue bra on display. "your bra is showing." he stood up , helping you get it over your head. he reached for your shirt , but you stopped him , pulling it over your head. "i knew it." he voice deepened. "i knew you were teasing me." he pulled at your bra , your boobs spilling out the bra. "m'really?" he nodded , grabbing your boob , kneading it in your hand , you moaned softly. "that feels nice baby?" you nodded , he smiled , taking your boob into his mouth , sucking on your nipple , pulling away , leaving little marks.

"i fucking love your tits baby."

—｛🍰｝... JAY ⋮ !

100% sure you're teasing him , and he isn't going for it , even though it was a accident.

he watched you take his sweatshirt off , your shirt lifting, revealing your black lace bra that he bought. "baby." you heard his tone. "if you want something , ask for it , teasing me won't get you anything." you looked down , looking at him. "i didn't know." you said , but he wasn't going for it. "yeah, okay." he walked over to you , unhooking your bra with one hand , letting it hit the floor. "jay!" you covered your boobs , only for him to move them.

"don't be shy now baby , show me those pretty tits."

—｛🍰｝... JAKE ⋮ !

doesn't really care if it was intentional or not , he's horny now and he wants you.

"why are you taking it off , does it not smell like me anymore?" jake eyes followed you. "that's not it baby." you reached down grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt. "it's too hot outside , i don't need it." you lifting it over your head , revealing your pink bra. "baby , you're bra." he bit his lip. "oh , im sorry." you wear about to pull it down , when he stopped. "take it off." he said , you smirked , taking it off , walking over to straddle his lap. "such a pretty bra baby." he toyed with the strap , letting it fall down your arm , doing the same with the other.

"even prettier tits underneath."

—｛🍰｝... SUNGHOON ⋮ !

thinks you're trying to tease him , why else would you show him your bra that's conveniently his favorite color.

"take it off , it's warm in here , you're gonna pass out." you reached down , pulling the sweatshirt over your head , unaware that your shirt got caught , lifting up revealing your red bra — sunghoons favorite color. "tsk... what games are you playing at princess?" you were confused. "what are you talking about?" he scoffed , before he grabbed the ends of your shirt , pulling it over your head. "don't stop now , keep going , now your pants." his eyes were sharp. "go on." you complied unbuttoning your pants , they feel pooling at your ankles. "come here." he beckoned you over.

"you're such a tease , showing me your bra , too bad im about to ruin it , it was pretty to."

©️LUVYENI

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en-archive · 4 months

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thoughts on car sex with enha hyungline?:3

Sorry for the delayed answer anon <3 🐇 🎀

Pairing; ENHA! Hyung Line x Reader

Synopsis: Hyung line fucking in the cars with their S/O.

Warnings: voyeurism (duh), spanking, car fucking, DUI, getting drunk, fucking in public places, drinking, swearing, smut, all that fiasco, lmk if I miss anything. this is kinda not proof-read, skinny dipping, secret relationship notes. Keeper loves everything forbidden.

wc:

🐇 🎀 HEESEUNG

I can imagine Heeseung and you being college students. His dorm is never empty, and his nerd of a roommate always stays home, studying his ass off for his STEM major, while he lays there on the lower bunk bed, begging the poor guy to go get some fresh air because he has blue balls and wants to call you up. But he never lets up, so Heeseung has no other choice but to groggily grab his car keys and text you to get ready for pick up. You never complain, you know the situation, because you have equally as much of a nerd roommate who does not even go out to party. When he picks you up in his not-so-old but not-so-new car model, you immediately make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat.

Heeseung usually never implies that he wants sex, but the way he demands you go with him, you know you two will be making yourselves comfortable in the oh-so-familiar dark parking lot on the campus. The ride there is always funny: he cracks jokes, gets silly with you, plays dumb songs and the road can't get any longer. When he does pull up to the secluded parking lot, he immediately quirks his eyebrows very nonchalantly, like he is not about to fuck your brains out, if you would prefer the back seat or his lap by the wheel.

Knowing how you had a bruised back from last time, you pick the back seat, to which he squeals and immediately climbs in the back, spreading his legs, and taking off his sweatshirt, not before he turns up the heat in the car. The silence is almost silly, the atmosphere even sillier when you look around and make sure no one has followed you or is watching you like a creep.

When you take your pants and sweater off, you make yourself busy on his lap, immediately attaching your lips to his, grabbing his chin with your nails, and whining into his mouth. Heeseung goes weak at your equal neediness, knowing you were probably craving to get railed when you answered his message in a record time of a second. Truth is, Heeseung hates to not have the comfort of his home and bed when he does fuck with you; the way he would have you in so many positions only if he could, but most he has done in this forsaken car is almost slam you into one of the windows and rail you from behind.

His hands find your nipples almost instantly, soothing your eager self as you almost rip your panties and make yourself busy with the ties on his sweatpants, trying to free his equally painful hard-on. Almost instantly his fingers find your folds, swiping the pillow of his middle finger on your folds and then your entrance as he painfully enters you knuckle deep.

"I would sell my left kidney just to have you in my dorm, every night! Naked, and so pretty for me! You're so good for me!" He whispers slowly as he locks his lips with yours and adds another digit to your begging core. He bends his skinny knuckles inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes you see stars, but he never likes to make you cum on his fingers, so he hastily pulls out his dick, pumping himself once or twice before he painfully buries himself inside you.

Car sessions never last long, since both of you are pretty aroused by the time you meet, and the lewd act of public sex almost has you tipping over mentally, your inner voyeurism kicking in. His hands grip your ass, trying to keep you on his dick longer with each thrust, but you are whining begging him to pick up the pace. Heeseung hates making a mess in the car, and so do you, which usually means he gets to finish inside you. You love the way he always bucks his hips before he unloads himself, only for you to be there, taking up every last bit.

🐇 🎀 JAY

Listen Jay is a classy man, I think we have all similarly thought about this scenario. It would probably be in a luxury car, the latest release. Both of you already would be in a long-term relationship by now. From managing his business to helping his father, when the opportunity comes for you to meet his parents, the family doesn't shy away from doing it lavishly. He picks you up in his car, and like the pretty passenger princess you are, you take your place right beside him. The tension is heavy in the air: it's your first time meeting them and quite literally you are freaking out. Your man is dressed in a grey and black suit and quite honestly, you wish you could make him stop, right now, in the middle of the road, and take a ride... on him. But you knew better than that to keep yourself clean and presentable. The dress that you wore wasn't even that sexy, but it was right to his taste, with a good portion backless, not too much, and not too inappropriate.

The slit of the dress only reached up to your knee, revealing the beautiful cherry kitten heels he had bought for you. While the meeting went well, you couldn't ignore the tension in Jay's voice, and the double meaning of his words that you were sure his parents couldn't understand. Before the meeting with them had ended, mind you splendidly, his mother had complimented on the choice of your shoes, at which you almost dared to say it was his genius son who had bought them for you, but you kept your mouth shut, feeling Jay squeezing your hand.

When the two of you finally departed for home, you saw him loosen up his buttons and expose his chest to the cool air of the breeze, flowing through the slightly pulled-down window. His hand came shaking towards you, slowly grabbing your thigh and squeezing it, not too rough yet not too softly.

"Jay?" it came more like a whisper than a question, you knew he was tense, somewhat eager for something, he always acted this way when he wanted you. Realization kicked in when he parked his car in the darkest corner of the parking lot, immediately getting to business as his hands finally came to grasp your cheek, the sudden action making you gasp. He used this as a chance to let his tongue collide with yours, his other hand immediately coming to find the slit on your dress, only to snake up his hand up to your core.

"Jay!" you whisper, the hot air filling the car from the two of you, to his lewd kissing made your head spin, made you want to take off your dress and sit on him immediately.

"You are so fucking beautiful, and that color looks so good on you. " He noted towards the shoes, it had been his small fantasy the moment he saw them, how they would look beautiful on you, as you lay naked there for him, only in these damn cherry red kitten heels, as he pounded into you in the mattress, but before that, the car had to do. He could not wait. He hurriedly pushed his seat to the back, undoing his belt he motioned you to come on his lap, at which you obliged, immediately getting to the business of taking off your dress, staying in your flimsy black underwear that barely covered your ass, and the red kitten heels. Jay's favorite is everything.

When you finally took your place in his lap, you threw the dress somewhere in the back seat, immediately pulling your panties to the side and helping him get his cock out of the pants of his suit. He wasted no time, attaching his tongue to your chest, immediately caressing his hands up and down your thighs only to give your ass a good smack and slam inside you with no delay.

"Let me hear you, love!" He whispered but you were hesitating: you were in public, and despite the secluded area, there was no way someone wouldn't hear you in the parking lot cameras. He delivered another smack to your ass, making it red where his hand came in contact with your flesh. You whimpered and with no other choice but to moan you started chanting his name like a prayer when his hips restlessly started bucking up into you.

"Please wear them for me again yeah?" He begged with puppy eyes as his balls started hitting your soppy cunt. The night was still young for Jay.

🐇 🎀 JAKE

For Jake, it is always the beach, he is an Aussie, and he cannot help going there every time he has a chance in Korea, so when Jake and you took a trip down in Busan, surely both of you visited Haeundae beach. You got in your best bikini for the date, and while you wanted to tan during the day, you both found yourself cuddled up in the chilly hotel room, sleeping most of the noon after the tiring day. When 5 PM rolled around, he was sure to rush you, saying the sun would go down sooner than the two of you would blink and how he still wanted to sunbathe. You got up only to freshen up and slip a beach dress over the bikini you had been wearing.

The trip down Haeundae was short but fun nevertheless, as both of you giggled like a bunch of teenagers. Both of you took turns dipping in the beach, smashing right into the waves and then tanning together, in whatever the sun had been left.

Despite what anyone might think about Jake, he gets your pussy any chance he gets, so he never really gets too frustrated in public, but when the nightlife comes to Busan it isn't any different from Itaewon or Hongdae. People start getting ready for clubbing, children and parents scurry away to homes, and even couples leave for food. But you and Jake are not done here. He had the perfect idea for the first night for you both in Busan and it involved skinny dipping and some drinking as he showed you the drinks he had got from the nearby bar some time ago.

"No way!" You exclaim, but then notice that despite the night coming down on the city, people were still pretty close around. Jake and you hopped in the vehicle again, only for him to try and find some more secluded area on the whole beach. At one point you almost had it but there were a bunch of campers, smoking s'mores by the fire. Some five minutes later, Jake had found a perfect place: secluded, almost unlit, and away from the public eye.

As soon as your feet had touched the sand, Jake was getting ready to crack open a cold one, handing you the first bottle of beer. The cold liquid cooled down your body in the humid heat.

"Feels good yeah?" Jake asked, smirking, when he took the bottle, bottom up to the sky, as half the liquid disappeared. You looked at him mischievously as soon as he finished drinking, signaling with your eyes and smile for him to take off his clothes.

In a minute, both of you were racing towards the water, trying to get to the warm night waves first, you were lucky no one saw you in this very lewd and naked state. When the water finally hit both of you, laughter came to you naturally, as Jake groaned out in satisfaction, enjoying the cool, yet warm water of the sea.

"I wish we could do this more often." You whispered in the water as you got close to him, wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his hands automatically coming to wrap around your waist.

"Yeah, I know baby, but we can do this anytime, or even the whole day tomorrow, mh?" he gave you a small peck on the lips before walking forward, pushing you backward towards the car. You knew this would all eventually lead to sex on the beach, the drinking, the evening sun, the playing around, and the prospect of having sex on the beach excited you both, without the other knowing about it. When he finally opened his empty truck of the car, he laid you on the soft surface carefully. Not breaking the kiss he grabbed one of the towels draped around the car trunk as he dried himself and wrapped the slightly damp towel around your shoulders.

"Mh, Jakey" you grabbed on his biceps as the second bottle of the beer you both had consumed kicked in late, blood rushing directly to your heat. His lips found your neck, peppering kisses on the delicate wet skin, as his slightly cold fingers found your cunt, already so wet for him.

Jake slightly slurred "baby", cooing at you as his shaft slapped on your inner thigh, making you shiver from the pleasure, and lack of friction inside you.

"Please! I can't take it anymore." You didn't have to tell him twice before he entered with his shaft agonizingly slow. He loved doing this to you, looking at your reaction as you took him in, lavishing in the expressions that followed him bottoming out in you.

All of this was so foreign to you, the skinny dipping for the first time, the fear of getting caught at a place so public, while drinking and having to drive later. So many taboos and Jake balls deep in you made your head spin, the towel he had draped over you some minutes ago now slipping, exposing your bare body even more to the sea. You gripped his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as you tried not to slip from his trunk, all the while the tip of his dick simultaneously hit your cervix. The alcohol and the overall situation got to Jake too, the moans now much more whiny as he buried his head in your neck and bit down on your shoulder when he came relatively harder than he had ever. His hot load shoots right up into your uterus.

🐇 🎀 SUNGHOON

Sunghoon and you should not even have been dating. He had been prohibited for at least the first three years, yet he could not keep himself away from you. His manager tried his best to support him, covering his ass if he were to ever get caught meeting you. Yet, when the evening fell and the group left their practices, he could not help but think about meeting you, to the point where he was ready to run away and spend the whole night with you, only to deal with the consequences in the morning.

That was exactly his plan, as he hurriedly freshened himself up, told his manager he was taking the car for the night and would return in some hours. His manager, unfortunately, had no other choice but to warn him to be careful and to be home on time. Truth be told, Sunghoon wasn't a horny boy, yes he might have fucked around here and there, but considering you guys just had started your sexual life, he could rarely get enough of you. That is why he was dressed all clad in black, mask on his face, and a matching black cap covering his eyes and the very recognizable mole on his nose as he drove maturely out of the company parking lot and to your house.

You knew he would meet you the second time eventually this week, you just did not know it would be exactly the next day after the first one. As you saw the message pop up in your phone, you knew you were doomed to make an excuse to your parents, as to why their daughter had to go out, "because I ate too much, I just want to clear my head." which your mother bought. You were thankful today at least she did not voice out her desire to follow you for a walk.

Sunghoon had been skillful in finding a place in your neighborhood, considering the late hour, he knew that no one would be around, and if you both kept the lights dim, no one would even suspect a thing.

By the time you found his car, he was already sitting in the back of the car, waiting patiently for you, the only light illuminating his manager's car was the light that shone from his phone. As soon as you sat right beside him, he smiled, taking his fingers to tuck a loose strand behind your ear.

"I missed you!" He beamed as he took his coat, throwing it towards the back.

"We saw each other yesterday!" you scrunched your eyebrows, which made him laugh out loud in his slightly husky voice. Cupping your cheeks between his hands, he gave you a small peck that soon turned into a makeout session, his tongue darted around on your lip, asking you for permission, but you were not going to let up this easy. You had barely recovered from the fucking he had given you yesterday when the dorms were empty and he could finally take you properly on his mattress.

"Sunghoon" You mumbled barely into the kiss, as his hands started roaming inside your hoody, trying to find anything to fondle, before they found your breasts, cupping one as the other still held your face tenderly into the kiss.

"No leaving marks, I will never even let you touch me if you do," you warned as your lips felt a cold breeze when they left his. He nodded and immediately situated himself on the back seat, letting you fit right on his lap. There was not much time to fully undress or even get into your favorite part of his lips devouring your pussy, so the only option was for both of you to hastily undo your pants and for you to get rid of yours in a quick yet uncomfortable position.

"I can never get enough of you, you know that?" You noticed lately, as you guys became more and more exclusive around people, how possessive he had begun to sound. He would use this deep voice on you, sending shivers down to your core as the familiar itch would start without even him trying too hard.

He briskly unzipped his dark jeans, smirking up at you as his hair fanned the sides of his face so beautifully, that the only illuminating light coming inside the car was a barely working street light that flickered from time to time. The small beauty mark on his nose that you oh so loved to kiss in between, but now this beautiful and almost innocent-looking man had his dick buried deep within your walls, circling his hips into yours as his hands came to grip your waist, surely to leave marks.

You tried containing your moans, knowing the nosey neighborhood tended to listen to anything that went down between them. You muffled the moans that threatened to escape, inhaling his sweet yet musky scent as he chuckled lowly to himself, teasing you for not trying to make any noise.

"You look so much more desperate for me when you try to hold yourself back. Hm, cat got your tongue princess? " he cooed, hitting a certain spot inside you with a much bigger force, making you yelp in his hands. Your hoody had now been hunched over your boobs, his nails painfully forming red crescent moons in your sides, as he threw his head back, trying not to shoot his load too soon.

"I could do this whole day!" he groaned out as his thrusts became abnormal in pace, knowing he was close, you held onto your orgasm, allowing him to let you ride it out. As he let the last drops of his load coat your walls, he patted you on the ass, helping you get dressed in the small space of the car.

"Now go enjoy that tea again you were having." A promise to see you tomorrow yet again lingered in his naughty yet giggly voice.

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kyokopi · 1 month

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Piwon’s reaction to reader squirting Hyungline+Intak

Warnings:SQUIRTING, Backshots, Inprotected sex (WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION)Oral sex- Reader Receiving, Fingering, Overstimulation, Pet names (baby&princess) creampie,fem anatomy, daddy kink, biting,strength kink and dirty talk.

Authors note! My first smut in years!! >_< I got a little carried away with some of them so enjoy I tried to get all the mistakes but there might be some left ENJOY also MDNI!!

Keeho

You’re face down on the mattress knees spread apart while Keeho has one hand on your hips and another pinching and squeezing on your ass. Keeho watching as it recoils with each stroke. both of your gasps and moans fill the air mixing with the wet sounds of Keeho’s thrusts.

“Steph just like that oh my g-god I’m gonna cum” you choke out using your elbows to help leverage yourself as you push your hips to meet his thrusts.

“That's right baby don’t run- Oh shit”

With a choked-out moan your body stills Keeho pulling out last second leaning back before pumping his length as you squirt onto his dick and upper thighs. He pushes you onto your back landing open-mouth kisses on your cheeks. he laughs softly between kisses

“fuck…you pushed me out”

he rubs his tip around your clit collecting more essence before pushing back into you with a deep groan.

Theo

papers fall from the desk table top while you try to keep as much composure as possible with Choi Taeyang between your legs. With one leg on his shoulder, Taeyang holding the other up by your thigh with one hand the other hand preoccupied with pumping three fingers in your sobbing hole clenching and unclenching. Legs starting to close as Taeyang takes an extra long swipe from the entrance to the clit with his tongue. you grab his hair making him look in your eyes with hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead.

“yangie It's too much oh my god”

you throw your head back releasing a pitchy moan.

Taeyang lifts his lips from your bud with a pop turning to suck hickies onto the inside of your thighs taking his hand from your entrance and massaging your clit more.

“Don't worry princess I got you”

He leans down and licks another stripe this time from your clit to the entrance.

You take a hand from his hair and cover your mouth as tears of pleasure stream down your face. looking into his eyes one last time before you release on his tongue squeezing your thighs around his head.

Before you get the chance to come down from your high Taeyang leans up to your ear.

“think you can do that again princess?”

Jiung

Sweaty foreheads together Jiung has your knees pinned to your chest his pants pooled around his ankles your skirt hiked up with your top unbuttoned revealing your lace bra. Jiung gropes your breast through the top while steadily pumping his member into your wet heat dragging out until only his tip is inside before thrusting back in.

“fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in”

Jiung groans into your shoulder and thrusts getting deeper as the wet slaps bounce off the walls. With each thrust, you get pushed closer and closer to the edge. You grab his hair and lean close to his ears.

“cum in this pussy daddy I’m so close”

Jiung speeds up his pace now making half strokes reaching a hand down to massage your clit. Jiung lets out a choked moan before stilling inside. You can feel his cum pulse into you no longer holding it in you squeeze his shoulders as you release around him with a gasp-turned moan. Jiung pulls out leaning back to watch your juices spray out mixed with his seed.

“You’re so amazing”

he huffs out using his fingers to pump more of his seed back inside.

Intak

Intak hooks his arms under your thighs lifting your hips to hover over his, chests facing each other.

Intak shooshes you as he lowers you onto his twitching cock.

“It’s okay you’re doing so well”

you lay your head on his shoulder hearing Intak letting out a prolonged groan as he bottoms out, cock hitting the deepest crevices inside you.

“That’s my good girl so wet for me”

You look up from his shoulder noticing his head leaned back mouth open letting out soft sighs or moans every few seconds with his eyes squeezed shut.

Intak’s blissful state causing a whine to escape your throat each thrust pushing you to the edge making you clench around him.

“Baby if you keep doing that I won’t last oh my- Fuck”

Hands gripping your ass he picks up the pace holding you in place planting his feet onto the mattress and thrusting up.

You grip onto his arms rubbing down feeling his veins bulge just like they do after gets out of the gym finally your breaking point.

“daddy fuck i’m cumming!”

the moment you squeak that out he lifts you up one last time as your juices spray out over his swollen cock with a moan broken up by his soft laugh being mixed with your heavy breathing. Intak sets you on his lap and wraps one of his hands around his cock thrusting into his fists. You begin to lay kisses across his collar bone deciding to bite his shoulder lightly pushing him over the edge after a couple of thrust releasing ribbons of his cum on your ass.

“you’re so good to me y/n”

#piwon x reader #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony smut #keeho smut #theo smut #jiung smut #intak smut #p1h x reader #p1h smut

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vamph00n · 3 months

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★ Oblivious ★

by: vamph00n

★ WIP ★

!!heexfemreader!! !!minors dni!!

darker fic

Tags: PWP, Heavy implications reader & Hee are well off, Toxic Heeseung, Fem Reader, College age, Family Friends, Unhealthy Family Dynamics (mom), angst, more to be added.

Synopsis: Having everything truly out of your own control, after a gap year of so called self reinvention; you finally can say goodbye to the confinement of your house in the suburbs. You can find yourself, leave the ball & chain of your mental reliability towards others behind. Everything you do is for yourself, until he came back. Heeseung knows more about you than you think, and as much as you hate him for being the pretentious son of your mother’s friend; you can’t deny his otherwise, unprompted advances.

Ft. Sunghoon and other enha hyungline members tba

!!Smut Tags!!: dubcon, added later

WC: est 10k-14k

CWC: 9k

Release Date: tbd (shit hit the fan)

Disclaimer: Nothing of what I write reflects any real scenarios of the people depicted. It’s fiction, and if you dislike any of the topics at hand, do not consume my work.This is a wip so there’s a lot more to be added.

I’d like to thank all the lovely writers on this platform who inspired me to write this fic!!

TAGLIST OPEN!!!: @lovingvoidgoatee @eskopiganja @httpsneptvnn @seokseokjinkim @adeoluhh @iamliacamila @maein25 @skzenhalove @wonsbaer @sparklovespink

!!SNEAK PEAK!!! ↓

"Hey neighbor." A voice rang amongst the sound of cicadas and heat waves.

His shoulders were brazen, dressed for the summer heat. Hands in his pockets walking over, his honey skin glowed in the sun accentuating his well defined muscles. It's like he hasn't heard of freshman fifteen, you'd think with all the shitty frat parties and drinking he's probably done would've made him look less like that. It's uncharacteristic of him, to actually make conversation with you.

"So the shorts, did you leave them in the dryer too long or— are they supposed to be this short?"

You feel your mind go blank, for a second you can't believe what he said.

"Fuck off." It's actually the most you've spoke to eachother lately.

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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enha hyung line reaction to reader wanting to try out (consented ofc) somnophilia

Enhypen Hyungline's reaction to you wanting to try Consented Somnophilia ⋆⁺ ☾ ⁺⋆₊ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊

A/n : Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :)) I hope I did a good job writing it! Omg, I just have to say thankyou for all the love that y'all gave me on my last post! Thankyou to whoever liked, reblogged or followed! I appreciate you all sm <333

Pairing : EnhaHyungLine X Fem!reader

Warning : Somnophilia (sexual acts when one partner isn't conscious), penetrative sex, sleepy sex, grinding, oral (f anf m receiving), fingering, kisses, handjob. Jake's a little bit longer 🤭 not because I have preferences tho

Word Count : 2,003 words (word count mentioned on each one :)

Masterlist - Tips

Heeseung - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(423 words)

He would be lying in bed one day, with your head on his chest, staring at the ceiling when you suddenly popped a question that made his brain think.

"have you ever heard of Somnophilia?" You asked him out of nowhere. He blinked his tired eyes as he thought. "You mean fucking while sleeping?" He asked back bluntly.

"Kinda yeah" you replied nervously playing with his fingers. "Why? You wanna try it sometime?" he questions, now looking down at you.

You looked up at him "Maybe...? only if you'd let me" you answered, looking at him hopefully. "Yeah sure, now I'd also like to try it" he chuckles sleepily.

///

After giving you his consent, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Until one night, you had made plans for morning. The second you woke up, earlier than usual, and earlier than him, your horny ass got to work.

You pulled the covers off of you and reached for Heeseung, who was laying on his back, still deep in sleep. You placed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled the covers down to his ankles.

You traced your finger down his abs to his crotch, gently palming him through his pyjama pants. His face scrunched up a little as he let out a little whine, muffled with sleep.

You continued your ministrations, this time peeling his pj pants down to his ankles and settling between his opened legs, your face inches away from his shaft.

Your hand started pumping him, up and down, his cock starting to get harder as he let out small noises. He must be having a good dream you thought to yourself, his noises spurring you on even more.

Precum oozed out of his tip and you just couldn't resist getting a taste. You tongue darted out, licking a stripe on his slit, collecting all of his essence.

He tasted so damn sweet.

Then you took him into your salivating mouth, your small tongue swirling around his big dick. When his tip hit the back of your throat, he came to his senses.

The over stimulation was too much to handle, and he let out an immediate whine. Breathing heavily, he propped himself on his elbows and looked down at you taking his dick into your mouth and bobbing up and down.

He groaned as he fell back to the pillow, his hands reaching for your head. He grasped your hair gently, guiding your head up and down his cock. "Fuuuuck y/n, feels so good" he moans "K-keep going"

Jay - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(439 words)

You had brought up the topic a few weeks ago when you and Jay were watching a movie. "Have you ever thought about it?" you asked him, waiting for his reply.

"Mmm... sometimes" he had replied honestly, eyes still on the movie. "Would you like to try it?" he questioned nonchalantly. "yeah, actually" you replied, looking up at him. He was internally flowing with excitement, but he didn't show it.

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This was the day. He had been waiting because he didn't wanna seem too excited about the situation (even though he was). He woke up about 5 am something, so that he wouldn't be late for work if it led to something else.

He rolled you sleeping figure on your back, and admired your calm expression. Next, he leaned closer to your body, his lips hovering over the soft fabric of your pyjama.

His started from you lips, giving you a chaste peck, before sliding down to your collar bones and you breasts, leaving loving kisses everywhere his lips landed.

After ghosting over your tummy, his lips where now above your core, as he pecked you, over your shorts. He slid them off in one go, along with your panties, which were already sticky with your arousal.

His pointer and middle fingers ran across your slit, collecting your juices before inserting them with ease, making you let out a soft noise. He massaged your insides with the pads of his fingers, watching as you subconsciously arched your back off of the mattress.

He leaned his head down and his lips finally made contact with your bare clit. He kitten-licked your sensitive nub before licking a stripe up your slit. He hummed at your sweet taste, quickly wanting more.

He spread your legs wider, his hands parting your thighs as he left kisses there too, wanting to mark you up, so you'd know where his lips kissed when you were asleep.

After licking desperately at you core and taking note of your subtle movements, he finally decided to insert his tongue inside of you, just as you woke up, your thighs beginning to shake as you felt his wet muscle inside you.

"Fuck Jay, keep going" you moaned, reaching for his hair as you tugged on it. "So fucking good"

His tongue went back up to flick at your clit, sending you into absolute pleasure. You suddenly felt warm as your thighs shook one last time before cumming on his tongue.

"Fuck you taste so good" He mumbles hurriedly, before leaning back in to lick your release. "You taste even better in the morning" he adds, sucking your core dry.

Jake - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(732 words)

Once you mentioned it, ain't no going back. Bro could swear he felt his dick twitch at the thought of having sex while he was asleep or vice versa. It turned him on but he wouldn't admit it.

"I'll think about it" he mutters to you after you've asked him. You were clearly into it and told him that he can do whatever as long as its not weird (my guy Jake be freaky).

That night he couldn't even sleep. He kept thinking about it till he actually fell asleep, after rolling in bed for a whole hour of thinking. But he didn't sleep for long. He was too turned on by the idea.

It wasn't long before he popped a boner, dreaming about you. It was the middle of the night as well, and you were snuggled back into him, your ass inconveniently pressed up against his crotch. His horny ass couldn't wait any longer.

He placed a loving kiss on your shoulder, already guilty about the fact that he was going to ruin your sleep and wake you up in the middle of the night.

His hands quickly found your waist as he pushed you further onto his erection, grinding against you ass. He hissed in pleasure and sensitivity. It felt so good and he needed to be inside you as soon as possible.

He moves closer to you and whispers into your hair softly. "Y/n I need you" his warm breath tickles your ear, making you stir in your sleep. "It hurts so bad Y/n, please" he pleads desperately, hoping that you would hear him.

One particular hard movement of his hips startles you awake, suddenly panicking as you got awoken so sudden from a dream.

"Shh shh It's just me baby" he whispers comfortingly "I got you"

"J-Jake?" you ask into the silence, suddenly feeling his prominent erection pressing into your lower back, making you gasp.

"Feel that baby? I'm so hard for you, fuck" he breathes, grinding into you once again to emphasise. "I've thought about what you said.. and I really want to try it"

You hum sleepily, rolling onto your back to look at him better. "Only if you do all the work" you mumble, making him smile at you, before pressing his lips to yours in a longer kiss.

He props himself up, so that his hands are on each side of your head and his body is on yours. He swiftly take off his sleeping shorts and gives himself a few quick strokes before uncovering your lower half as well and guiding his tip to your entrance.

He pushes into your resting figure, making you suddenly grip on his forearms as he bottoms out. Your eyes are closed, still in your sleepy aura as you squeeze his forearms every time it stings a little.

"Shh, I got you y/n, trust me" he whispers, thrusting in you at a slower and gentler pace. He can feel you weakly clenching around him, enough to make his eyes roll back in pleasure. His horniness wants to fuck you quick and rough, but he holds back for you.

He trust slowly, but deeply, reaching all of the good spots inside you. "Fuck, you're so tight for me" he groans, as he feels his dick twitch inside of your tight walls.

You felt so warm wrapped around him, especially since you were still full of warmth from sleeping and being wrapped in the warm bed sheets.

As you lay there, almost passed out with sleep, he feels his high coming as he fucks you like you were his non-living flesh light. His dick twitches one last time before his cum squirts into you, painting your walls white.

He collapses on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily. You come back to your senses again as you feel his weight on top of you, as well as his cum spilling out of you.

"Thankyou y/n" he breathes into your neck, kissing your shoulder once he's calmed down. "Thankyou for letting me fuck you so late and I'm so sorry for waking you up" he rises his head and kisses your temple. "I needed that badly" he whispers one last time before getting off of you to clean you up.

perhaps sleepy sex wasn't the worst after all.

Sunghoon - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(409 words)

Sunghoon remained quiet when you mentioned that you'd like to try somnophilia one day. It's not that he hated the idea, he just didn't want disturb your sleep or you disturb his. He was comfortable with the idea of you touching him while he sleeps, he just didn't want to wake up :(.

When you looked at him expectantly, he sighed. "Maybe we can give it a try" after all it was only going to happen once, unless he really liked it.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it that night. He was already planning it out in his head, even when you kissed him goodnight.

But little did he know, that you were quicker than he was.

He had planned to make a move any day that he felt extra needy throughout the week. He planned to go a whole week without masturbating and save it for a fine night in the weekend.

But your horny self had woken up that exact night that you two had talked about it, feeling hot and bother, slick coating your panties.

You looked at his sleeping figure, admiring his side profile and the way his chest rose and fell peacefully. You ran a finger down the valley of his abs and soon landed on his crotch, feeling him up from his sleeping pants.

His eyebrows furrowed, making you bite your lip at his cute action. Soon enough he started to get harder, you doing him a favour and sliding down his pants to his thighs along with his underwear, freeing his previously confined length.

Now that his pants weren't in the way, your hand glided up and down his cock, smearing the precum that spilled from his tip. You stroked quicker, making him stir in his sleep from the rough movements. But he didn't wake up just yet.

You suddenly felt his cock twitch in your hand and with a low grunt, his cum was squirting out of his tip, landing covering your hand and even reaching his stomach.

The sudden orgasm woke made him blink his eyes open and he feels the white liquid on his lower tummy. He looks at you and groans, leaning his head back on the pillow.

"Fuckkk" he curses "I made a mess" he adds, sighing.

"You giggle at him "You're such a deep-sleeper Hoon!"

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sweetwolfcupcake · 4 months

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The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2( Finale- Namjoon 1/2)

Masterlist

The Taste of Deceit Masterlist

Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok)

Warnings- Gore, Violence, Grey Characters, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.

It was peaceful for a good moment, the moment right before waking up before she noticed how everything felt muffled. Like her ears were covered. It was not particularly hard to open her eyes, but she needed to find her bearings and assess—

Splash!

"Wake up, bitch!"

It was a snarling, rough and raspy voice that did not come naturally, but only through chain smoking and of course, white powder. She opened her eyes, flinching from the numbing coldness and the wet sensation, a few ice cubes hit right above her left eye and she won't be surprised if it left a bruise.

The man starring right at her had eyes that told her that she was the only thorn in his eyes, as if his rotting life was worth any of it.

(Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes, while registering that her hands were bound behind her with the chair. Thankfully, her legs were free. Ignoring the man, she looked around, it was nothing out of her expectation– an ominously dark basement, while subtly twisting her wrists to get out of the poorly-knotted ropes.

"Oi! I'm talking to you!"

Beyond a certain distance, there were only still shadows and darkness, casting a sense of uncertainty and unease.

"Listen bitch!" The grip on her cheeks was bruising, his blunt nails dug into her skin, threatening to break it "Had I not have the strict orders, you would have been a sorry pulp by now, I'm hold'n back, so you better show me some respect."

He hissed against her face, his breath reeked of alcohol and smoke. If the feeling of his spit over her mouth was not disgusting enough, his hand moving from his cheek settling on her neck hit the nail. His fingers wrapped around her throat threateningly while the other hand groped her bosom.

"Get your hands off." She deadpanned.

He did take it off, only to slap her with force enough to make her head whip to the side and the corner of her lips bleed.

"Fuck the orders I am going to make sure that I fuck the shit out of you until that sorry cunt bleeds—-"

One kick on his stomach sent him staggering away before he fell to the ground, coughing in pain. But it gave her enough time to untangle the ropes and push the chair away.

She kicked again, making him wheeze in pain and breathlessness.

"And I am telling you to..." She began as she sat on him, pinning down his legs

"Fucking"

One punch right on his eye.

"To"

Another punch on his nose, earning a cry from him.

"Take. Your."

Another punch was enough to send two of his yellow teeth flying out.

"Fucking hands. Off!" She snarled.

With one last punch, he was out. His heart was still beating and her fist was numbing. Those were least of her worries.

With her attempts to calm her rushing adrenaline, she searched him for any clues or weapons.

Thankfully, he had a gun tucked behind him and a key.

The basement, or at least that was what it looked like, was oddly empty. An she refused to believe that Namjoon was foolish enough to underestimate her. He was playing a long game and he was fucking cunning enough to be sneaking right under her nose– pretending to be the best fucking lover while playing her.

With renewed vengeance, she rushed to find an exit– a windows might be better than a door—

And there it was, a single shut window shrouded by the shadows in the dimly-lit basement. After checking the gun, she held it tight and in position as she silently approached the window, moving within the darkness. Tentatively, she nudged-open the window.

Nothing.

It was an empty concrete two floors down but no sign of guards or anything. Could be a security system, she suspected. But whatever it was, she had to get out. A living officer was always better than a dead one.

The thin cotton did not obstruct her vision, she could see everything, slightly blurry, but she could see things.

And she saw the gun being fired.

(Y/N) supressed a hiss when her feet met the concrete, her knees wobbled and ultimately met the ground in the process.

Looking back, she realised that it was indeed an isolated building. But, why was it not guarded if she was kept there? How long was she there?

Questions plagued her mind as she sprinted away from the looming building. It was built on the fringes of a wood, and with the skyline gradually dimming, anyone could tell that it was dusk.

If the lack of people near the building was not ominous enough, it was the fact that she had no one chasing behind and no traps on her way to the main highway that truly made her rethink every other reasons or guesses she had come up with before she found herself there.

She needed to contact her teammates first, warn them, they ought to lay low for a good while. By the time she had reached a clearing, it was pitch dark. And while there were vehicles passing by, none of them cared to stop for a waving girl in the middle of a road.

That was until a vehicle did stop. Peeking in, she found a group of girls, cigarettes in hands and as soon as the car window slid down, a waft of alcohol and cigarettes greeted her. Had she been in uniform, they would have earned a ticket for drinking and driving, but she was desperate and only thankful that they helped her get back to the city.

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"(Y/N)? We have been trying to contact you!"

Kyong was, thankfully on-duty during the night. He rushed to her as soon as she barged into the police station.

"I know a man of his. Might be someone of importance–cut that, he is important in this fucking nexus!"

"(Y/N)…what are you saying? Relax, breath, please."

"Y-yesterday, when we were reviewing the footage, I saw him. I know him!" Her voice cracked before she burst into dry coughs, the back of her neck aching with each jerks.

Kyong was immediately by her side,

"(Y/N), please slow down, here, sit. Have some water first okay?" He gently made her sit on the nearby bench before offering her some water.

All the strain, all the pain finally rang in her system. While she felt slightly breathless, each breath came with a dull ache that refused to be suppressed. After chugging down over half of the bottle, felt slightly better.

"(Y/N), we have been searching for you since two days."

(Y/N) stilled,

"What? But I—"

She stopped mid-way and frantically checked her clothes.

"Hey, hey hey, relax, okay, relax. Lets get you home, hmm?"

"Kyong, its important, I know one of the men who were present in that club last night."

That caught his attention.

"Why didn't you tell us that time?"

"I was at a fix...I needed confirmation."

"He was with that suspect, speaking about a delivery– most probably drugs." Kyong retorted.

"Namjoon, or that was the name he gave me. But he is– he's definitely involved."

"How do you know him?"

"He...He was my boyfriend. Now I know why he was my boyfriend." She gritted through the last word, feeling contempt burning within herself by even associating that word with the man.

"Why don't you stay a the safehouse for now, it's no longer safe for you out there then, we'll figure something out in the morning. Let me update the rest of the team, they're worried sick."

The safehouse was at the most innocuous location, fairly isolated, but not enough to catch any attention. Kyong had been kind enough to lend her the extra pair of clothes he had saved for his night shifts. He was a meticulous man, after all, and it showed when he made sure to check every nook and cranny of the safehouse and ensure that it was only two of them there.

"Everything you need is in the bathroom and pantry. Just don't step out, okay? And don't answer anyone other than me or the rest of the team. You look tired."

"I'm fucked up. Everything is." (Y/N) muttered, gulping down her tear.

Kyong stood in silence, before patting her back "Look, I don't know what course we take from here, but I know that we are a team, okay?"

(Y/N) could only nod.

—-

The night had the veil of calmness, but the frequently flashing sky gave a warning.

(Y/N) hated the rain. Despised storms.Especially stormy nights.

"Dad—"

"Listen, here, get in here."

Her father opened up a narrow passage and ushered her in, even for a six year old, it was a snug fit.

He shut the net opening before sliding hangers full of clothes over the place.

She could hear faint banging on the door, the rattling of the door knob, that only grey louder...

And louder...

And

BANG!

She woke up wheezing, only to realise that someone was indeed banging on the main door. Wiping the sweat on her forehead and neck, she realised that she had fallen asleep sitting.

"(Y/N), open up, it's me, Kyong." Kyong's muffled voice floated into the sunlit apartment.

Checking her phone, she realised that she had six missed calls from her colleague already.

"Coming!"

She rushed to open the door, only to find Kyong in his uniform still.

"Didn't you go home?"

"(Y/N), you need to come to the station. Now."

"But why? Did you find Namjoon?"

"Listen, I have informed Sir and the rest of the team, they will soon be in the station. We had found a video in our investigation, couldn't keep it from our superiors, you are summoned in the police station for interrogation."

"W-what? But why?"

"Long story, I will brief you on the way, I requested them that I take you there, they were sending someone else."

—---

"Is that you Officer (Y/N)?"

It was a CCTV footage of the same evening she escaped from that abandoned place, but the first-half was cut off, it was only her punching that sorry excuse of a man.

"Yes, he-he was the one keeping me there!" She pointed out.

The two officers, both her seniors straightened up and assessed her. (Y/N) knew that look, they did not believe her. But why?

"(Y/N), that used to be the local police station decades ago. And man you hit, is a retired officer who even won an award for excellency." One of the officers revealed.

They both were her seniors, superiors of Officer Byuk. They were sent from headquarters. She had no idea what deeply wrong had gone in those two days, but Kyong had briefed her.

Apparently there was a wide-search for her when she went missing, no trace. At the same time, there had been two more shipments of cocaine. Successfully. Also, some classified documents from her home were missing.

Namjoon...

Or at least that was his name.

He had been to her apartment so many times, had 'waited' for her to come home a few times. But even once slip of chance was enough, that sneak got too many of them. No wonder she was being interrogated.

"Sir this is not—"

"Officer Lee." Officer Byuk finally made it to the police station, followed by Dok and Han, who stood beside Kyong on the other side of the room.

"Officer Byuk, its nice to see you again." One of the officers– Lee greeted him with stiff smile and a short handshake. "This is officer Hyuk, we have been sent by the headquarters in order to interrogate Officer (L/N)."

"I see, good to meet you Officer." Officer Byuk nodded with a formal handshake with the other officer "I would like to see the proper documents."

"We have orders, from the headquarter Officer." Officer Lee asserted.

"Officer (L/N) trained under me, she is a part of my team. I have the right to know, please," Officer Byuk gestured towards his office.

After a couple of moments of tense silence, the two officers followed him reluctantly, leaving her with her colleagues.

"(Y/N), you alright? We had been so worried!" Dok and Han rushed to her as soon as the officers were out of sight.

"Yes, I'm good. I don't know how...I mean that man he spoke as if he hated the police and I–I had to escape."

"I don't understand..." Kyong spoke up as he neared them "How did they get the footage? The first half-gone. It's no coincidence."

"Some files, regarding the information of officers in charge of dockyards are missing. The copies were with me, and they're gone. Kyong. I fucked up." (Y/N) sighed, running her hand through her hair.

There was nothing but anger and despair. Had she not been so fucking stupid, she could have had Namjoon in the interrogation room instead.

"You're not stupid, we all have major fuck-ups." Dok was quick to comfort his colleague and friend.

"Yes, our superiors have probably had major fuck-ups, but what matters is to how we respond from now on. What has happened, has happened, cannot be undone anymore. But its a war now, team, we only lost the first battle." Kyong encouraged. "We need to alert the stations near docks, they need special security."

"So, what now?" (Y/N) asked the most obvious question.

"Depends, if Sir Byuk manages to convince them of your innocence, there might not be further—"

His words are cut short when the three officers return in the room.

"We have had discussions regarding your involvement in an retired officer's murder."

"Murder?"

She checked, he was breathing!

Officer Byuk shot her a warning glance before recollecting himself.

"We have the footage of you punching him." Officer Lee spoke up "But there are enough loopholes for us to reach a conclusion, like the missing first part of the footage."

"I have had a words with the headquarter and it has been decided..."

She kept her breathe while Officer Byuk spoke.

"That an official investigation would be carried out, until then Officer (L/N), you are not allowed to leave the country, or work here. You are relieved of your responsibilities until proven innocent."

She was innocent!

She wanted to scream out. But at the moment, she chose to do what she must.

Accept the situation with a graceful and stiff salute and bow before giving away her badges and card.

—-------

File after file laid on the floor as she rummaged through her house, all were in place. Except for the few mentioned missing, nothing seemed out of place. No bugs, no more missing files, no camera. Nothing.

Kyong and the rest of the team had assured her that they would prove her innocent and support her. But it was not their battle now, it was not about duty anymore. It was fucking personal.

She had no badge for the time being, no uniform, even the official gun needed to be submitted.

That was not much of a worry though, she had another licenced one. But this...Her job, her uniform meant the world to her and it were all at stake. She wished to be like her father. But everything in front of her was crumbling.

As she looked around in despair, she tried to think though, tried to put aside the cracks she was feeling and—

The doorbell rang.

(Y/N) walked up to the door in caution, making no disturbance as she checked the peep-hole before hurriedly opening the door.

"Sir?"

Officer Byuk walked in, his gaze flickered at the mess behind her before he fixed his stare on her.

"Are you hurt?"

"No Sir. I beat him up because he was the one I found waking up."

And he fucking touched me with his dirty hands.

Officer Byuk spoke up after a moment of silence

"Lets talk over coffee. You have coffee?"

"Yes, yes I have coffee."

She told him everything. How she met Namjoon, how she felt a bit off and how she found out about his involvement with RM.

"You are fool." Officer Byuk had no filter.

She had known him ever since she was a child. Almost at his retirement, the officer had been her father's close friend.

"And if you are already feeling miserable and want to give up then I am disappointed, I did not recruit a weakling."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

There was another stretch of silent as her observed her.

"You have been a fool once, don't be one again by not investigating things yourself. Start from the beginning." He passed her the ID that had been seized before.

"Its temporary, but it may help. I have the original one with me, don't worry."

"I just don't understand...why did he go for me, not some higher up, had that not been more beneficial?"

"We don't understand a lot of things. Like that retired officer's involvement with the underground. That just makes it clear that no once can be trusted. But since you are not serving anymore, at least officially, use this opportunity to get your hands on this Namjoon or whoever that was. He could be our key."

"I don't think its easy."

"Nothing is easy, start by proving yourself innocent. But don't sit here and wait for that snake to strike." he sipped his coffee "Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir!" She straightened.

"Don't disappoint me this time. And here, from now use this sim. Yours is no longer reliable."

He passed her a sim card. He came prepared, because he still had faith on her. And she was grateful to him, to her team who were standing by her while everything was pointing against her.

She would not disappoint them again.

"I give you my word, Sir. No more stupidity."

"Good. Now get to work." he nodded before speaking again " And put more sugar in your coffee from now on. What a bitter taste!"

—---------

Well, she had decided to start from where it all began. First, she tried to have the CCTV footages recovered, only to find out that every six months, the footages are deleted. So she had no footage before six months. While she spent hours looking at each and every footage of her and Namjoon, there was not much to be noticed.

Then she questioned the barista regarding the man who visited the cafe with her often.

"Since how long had he been coming here?"

"Ma'am, quite a while, maybe...six months?"

"More than six months?"

"Could be, I am not sure."

"Has he visited this place this week?"

"No, I don't think so."

Namjoon had vanished from the face of earth. Or so it seemed. Every place she had been to, even the economics professor whose identity he stole, nobody seemed to have much of a clue.

He was smart, she would give him that.

"Yeah?"

"You found something?"

It was Dok on phone while she passed through the busy streets of the city.

"Guess, what, that old hag you punched in the video? We've found something that might help. He was under investigation when he was serving, in the nineties, but he came off clean. I have informed Byuk Sir, come to my home, we review the file, and see if we can find something to put shit on him."

"Great! I'll be on my way."

Finally, finally she had something! Well, at least hopefully.

She had half a mind to inform the rest of the team, but since there was no solid confirmation, she decided not to disturb them.

-----

Dok's apartment was around thirty minutes by bus, along the way, she picked up dinner for them. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious aroma wafting out though the packaging.

Pressing the doorbell, she waited with tapping foot for Dok to answer. She knocked when no one answered for the second time.

"Dok! I am starving already and the food is heavy." She yelled through the door, hoping that he would hurry up.

She rang his doorbell again before calling him this time. The faint sound of his phone ringing floated out, but there was no movement, not even the faint padding of feet or shuffle.

"Dok?" she knocked with urgency this time, growing concerned.

She head the faint slow shuffling. Relieved, she waited for him to open the door so that she could pour out an earful to his lazy—"

Click!

"Dok you—"

The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.

"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She help him immediately.

"S-save—"

With a jerk of his body, his head fell back while she had only begun to register the blood all over and an open gash on his back.

"DOK! DOK?"

She realised that had been shot too late, he was not breathing anymore. The blood soaked through her sleeve while the food laid on the round.

"DOK! DO—" She saw a flash of the red dot before it disappeared and without a second thought, she rushed towards the open window

"OI! DON'T HIDE YOU VERMIN!"

With raged eyes and rushed movements, she searched through the line of buildings. But with unshed tears in her eyes and under the veil of the dark night, it was all futile.

—-----

Blue and red lights covered the area near the apartment building and yellow tapes filled the entrance of the apartment. (Y/N) stood numb by Officer Kyong, his overcoat covering her stiff form. Every sound seemed slightly off, every movement felt slow. But this time, he could not keep her tears in. They flowed free as she watched Dok's shrouded body being carried out of the place into an ambulance, the while shroud marred by slight patches of blood.

Han and Kyong held their heads high, not letting a single tear flow out under the weight of the uniform. She felt Officer Byuk's hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"Go home, child." His voice was heavy as he spoke, as if holding himself back.

She stood still, even after the ambulance left, her eyes remained fixed on the spot.

"He had some...He was telling me he found something." Her voice lacked emotion, and strength but that caught Kyong's ears.

"What do you mean?"

(Y/N) licked her lips, recalling the phone call "Dok...He was saying something about finding evidence that would proof my innocence."

Kyong's hands balled into fists.

He nodded, feeling a twinge of resentment bubbling in, but he squashed it immediately.

"This...Whoever..." He began lowly, "Probably has the evidence now."

(Y/N) stood in silence, eyes stilled on the road.

"(Y/N), tell us everything, don't keep anything from us. We already lost a teammate." Han was barely holding back.

"But for now, go home." Kyong advised.

She hummed absentmindedly. Sleep. She needed that.

—---

The rain pelted against the window, fogging it. While the city sky wept, (Y/N) laid on her back in her darkened room with dried tears. Her thumb pressed on the switch of the nightlamp by her bed, only to switch it off after a moment's stillness. It was a pattern that kept repeating, the ceiling lighting up simply, with vague shadows, before plunging into darkness once more.

All she saw was Dok's pained and terrified face in front of her, even with her eyes open. And once she closed them, all she saw was the dreaded night when...

"Dok you—"

The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.

"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She helped him immediately.

"Th-thirty four..." he whispered into her ear "Thirty—Ah!...S-save—"

His head jerked back.

She had told the police each and every detail she could remember in her state. But something in her refrained her from revealing this little information. An officer ins trained to distinguish their intuition from any other form of panic and emotion, and rely on that intuition. It was the same intuition that pointed Namjoon out, and it she had been a fool to dismiss initially. She did not want to repeat the past mistakes.

The constant buzzing of her phone snapped her awake. She had not even realised she had dozed off.

With bleary eyes, she picked up the call in a daze.

"Hllw?" She slurred.

But there was no one greeting back. But there was something—

Breathing.

(Y/N) stilled, now alert as she waited with bated breath.

"Hello?" She tested.

The breathing quivered for a moment before slowing down to normalcy again. But there was no verbal reply. But this time, (Y/N) waited.

"Oh Little bird..."

The audacity.

Her hands balled into fists as she sat up straight, in a smooth, steady motion.

"I wish things would not have had to be so hard...But you—"

"Why?" She asked lowly through gritted teeth.

"I was dying to hear this voice" he sighed lightly and paused for a moment "It's business baby, nothing personal. I just hoped that it would not have to be you. The police tries to meddle with our business, we fuck it up royally. But I have an offer for you, little bird..."

She remained silent. She could almost feel his smirk.

"Come to me, lets forget the past. We can be the same again, but this time you have no officers barking orders at you."

"Why this kindness?"

She could hear his shuddering breath again.

"Oh, Darling, you would not believe me if tell you now...But I feel bad for that officer. That made you upset..."

All she could think of was Dok's face and the number he had whispered into her ear.

"You..."

He took a light but sharp intake when she began.

"...Fucked with the wrong person."

With that, she cut the call.

This was not about her duty or the police department anymore. This was personal now.

—-----

"Did you find any device in the apartment?"

(Y/N) was currently at Kyong's place, both of them sitting in the living room with coffee.

"Devices, like what?"

"Dok had called me to inform that he had found something that would proof my innocence. And Just before I can reach him, he...he is murdered."

"So you are saying that he was being spied upon?"

"I have no other explanation right now. If I were the target, why was unharmed? They are trying to pick us out, one by one, they know us, they know the team."

Kyong hummed.

"What if Dok was not the only one being spied upon? The rest us are probably on their hit-list. But I don't understand...You came out unharmed."

"It was a set up. They framed me for murder of a retired officer, they made sure to kill Dok in front of me. Its psychological game they're playing."

"In every way, you were the one present there so the suspicion would point at you."

Her mind went back to the call. What was the purpose of it?

What did he want? What did his boss want?

"Keep an eye out for danger, alert your family and friends as well, better to put some officers for their safety. We need the help of the intelligence department Kyong, this is not a police-thief hide and seek. It's a war."

The road was isolated, but as much as she remembered, it was the same road she escaped through. It was dark again, and she knew that it was expected of her to return to that place. But she had no option, her Kyong and Han had no other option. Under the night sky, everything seemed off.

"Lets park our car here, if we take it into the woods, people might be alerted if they are there." (Y/N) suggested.

As soon as they were out of the vehicle parked safely out of sight, they mingled into the woods. Dead leaves crunched under their shoes as (Y/N) led them further in.

"Are you sure that this is the place?" Kyong asked as they ventured deeper into the woods.

"As much as I remember, yes?"

"Remember? (Y/N), do you realise that one of our teammates is dead and we have guns over our heads, and if we don't find them first, we will be dead!"

Kyong was frustrated, and no matter how much he wanted to keep those thoughts away, they were bleeding through his subconscious.

Clouds of breaths escaped (Y/N)'s lips at that. She understood him, she understood his fears and where he was coming from. But she also knew that there was no other way but to tread in the darkness until they find an anchor, a clue– something, anything.

"I know how this feels—"

"No, you don't. Dok is dead (Y/N)."

"I know he is and it kills me!"

"Okay, you both– we are going to alert people if we keep raising our voice at each other. Dok is no more and they have hit us right where it hurts. There is nothing that can be done until and unless we find this...RM. Whoever it is, they had Dok killed, they had (Y/N) kidnapped and they are waiting to pounce again."

Han's words had both of them looking away. Kyong pushed his hair back– he had never felt helpless and frustrated to this extent.

"Let's...let's keep going, the place is here somewhere."

With that, she resumed walking ahead.

(Y/N) recognised the silhouette of the building from a distance. She signalled the rest of her teammates before the three split up. Taking cover of the darkness and the trees, they stalked closer to the building. It stood with an innocuous appearance, but (Y/N) knew better.

She signalled Han to follow her before swiftly and stealthily making her way towards the building walls. Attaching herself with one of the walls, she watched as Han moved to the opposite walls. After the entrance was surrounded, Kyong moved straight to the entrance of the building.

Both (Y/N) and Han peeked out as Kyong inspected the entrance before giving them clearance and entering, they followed, all of their guns intact and pointed in front of them.

"Number three, anything important? Over."

(Y/N) asked through her headphone as she searched the upper level of the building, kicking open empty doors, expecting to find something but there was—

"No, all three rooms all clear." Han replied.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused her flashlight over a dusty desk. Everything in the place was covered with dust and cobwebs except the half-burnt cigarette. Her gloved hand picked it before sniffing.

Realisation struck her as she shoved the cigarette into her pocket before rushing out of the room.

"Number three, number two, danger incoming 10-0, copy that!" Her eye scanned the area for people before she found gliding through the walls. On the ground floor. She duked in immediately but continued to move.

"Number six, message received."

"I see them moving, take cover!"

She descended with stealth to the ground floor, following the men. Watching them closely, she loaded her gun in silence. Deciding the wall was a good enough cover, she switched to Kyong once more.

"Shoot!"

And with that, bullets surrounded those criminals from both their sides, catching them off guard. They did not intend to kill all of them. She heard some glass shattering from upstairs.

Four out of the five men were down, the other had taken cover behind a wall.

A bullet shattered the glass behind her. She was exposed to the people above.

With no choice, she backed away into a safer cover. while the other man made a run for it

Left with no other choice, (Y/N) chased him into the woods. She faintly heard Kyong's warning call for her but that did not matter. Nothing matters but to take back that man alive. It was a trap and he would be the one proving it. This chase could be a trap as well. But worth the risk.

The bushes, leaves and brushed past her in a swift blurs of sounds and sensations as she chased him. All she could think of was Namjoon's deceptive smile and Dok's dying face.

He was a quick runner and a dodger. The rock he hurled at her came flying towards her, she was quick enough to save her head but it hit her shoulder. And did it hurt bad.

(Y/N) gasped and stumbled due to the jolting pain.

It was just moment before adrenaline pushed her to resume the chase. He took a sharp turn and she almost stumbled before following him.

It was muddy slope with a bubbling creep a few feet deep when she finally grabbed him by his shoulder.

He elbowed her injured shoulder kicked on her stomach, sending her doubling over. This was enough for her grasp to loosen, giving him an opportunity to escape.

He had made it to the creek, his legs ran fast to cross the creek, stumbling a little before—

"ARGH!"

He cried out as the clear water of the creek darkened with crimson. He clutched the side of his knee, but could not stop the blood from gushing out.

His hand reached out for the gun tucked behind him but a heavy boot pressed down on his hand, making him cry out.

"I have him. Over."

(Y/N) informed her teammates, slightly breathless, but keeping her boot pressed on his hand.

---

"There was no need to tie a cloth over the wound, won't say a fucking word!" Han was growing frustrated.

The tied man only grinned through his bloodied teeth. It was quickly becoming clear that it was not his first time being interrogated.

"I'm being nice for the last time— who do you work for?" (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth.

Her shoulder and throbbed and felt slightly heavy, but the tied up man was the potential key to prove her innocence and to get her hands on Namjoon.

No, her main target was RM, Namjoon could be dealt with later.

She shook his thoughts out of her mind and straightened up.

"And if I don't?" He asked, breathless from the pain. "You can't even arrest me." He cackled at their face

"Listen you little shit—"

Kyong was about to pounce on him but (Y/N) stopped him.

"Kyong, we need to handle this carefully if the department comes to know—"

"So what?! What more can happen? Dok is fucking dead already and they were here to kill us too."

"And that is exactly why we must be calm!" (Y/N) asserted, but Kyong only scoffed and looked away with disdain.

"(Y/N), they knew we were here. They were fucking waiting, that's why you found the bloody cigarette! We are risking our lives just to prove YOU innocent!"

"Kyong! Stop it, we are a team." Han interjected.

"Han, Dok is fucking dead trying to prove her innocent." He shoved a finger at her" Important files are missing from her home because she blindly trusted a fucking criminal! Why didn't you cross-check his identity first? Are you that incapable? So fucking blind? It cost US! The WHOLE FUCKING DEPARTMENT! Byuk Sir is under fire because of her sloppiness!."

"Kyong—" Han tried to intervene.

"No what the hell are we doing? She almost led us to our doom!"

"Kyong stop it!"

"WHY SHOULD WE? Does she even realise what her love affair has cost us?" Kyong screamed his anguish out on her.

(Y/N) stood still. His words hit her, but she would not show it. She had lost enough for showing her vulnerability to people.

"I know how difficult the situation is."

She began, calm and reserved.

"And I promise you both–"

"What are you? Five? We don't want fucking promises (Y/N), we need results." Kyong spat

(Y/N) sucked her cheeks, maintaining her cool.

"I promise you both...if anything goes wrong, it will be only me who gets under fire. I take all the responsibility. But now, we must work together. This is exactly what they want, for us to lose faith in ourselves." She whispered to Kyong, quiet but assertive.

Kyong's gaze locked with hers in a hard, long stare before he looked away.

"I need a smoke. Get him to talk."

With that, he left the room.

(Y/N) and Han turned to the man sitting against the wall. Amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Pathetic, aren't ya'll?"

"You really are asking for broken bones, huh?" Han gritted out.

"You think a brushed bullet can get me to speak? Years ago, another officer tried to be all macho and righteous." He chuckled and sniffle "Shot dead in his home...So think again fools."

Han kicked him on his stomach, making him double over and cough out saliva, but he sniggered.

Han was about to kick him again when (Y/N) chuckled out, shaking her had. Her eyes were a cold but sure warning as she licked her lips. The previously amused grin vanished from the man's face at the sight of her sharp smile with a shaking head.

"You have, never been properly interrogated before."

She whispered out, stalking towards the now alert male while her colleague stepped away.(Y/N)'s hands rested in her pockets, painting the most deceptively casual picture. But as she sat to his level, looking at his eyes, the man stiffened.

Wordlessly, she took his right hand, unbothered by his violent struggles as she held his forefinger, before her other hand brought a needle and pushed the pointed end right under his fingernail, earning a blood-curling scream from the man.

Kyong rushed in, but only watched from the doorway as the man writhed and shook under her unrelenting hold and cold gaze. He wheezed when she took the bloodied pin out, only to thrust it again with greater force, making the man wail out. She moved her leg and pressed against his wounded knee as he gasped and shook, crying out for mercy.

"Who sent you?"

"We—W-we got orders—right–high–higher up–higher up–aaagh!!"

He gasped out.

"Who do you work for?"

"H–Henchin–Lee Henchin—"

"He is only the drug peddler. Who is he working for?"

She took out the pin before moving to his next finger, thrusting the pin underneath the fresh fingernail, he cried out again.

"I don't k–Knowww eeeaAAa!" He wailed

"I am going to put this pin right through you eardrum if I hear this bullshit again."

She sounded like she was explaining a life lesson.

"I really—I r–really don't know!" He wheezed out, gasping as she twisted the needle, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay...Who are his biggest suppliers?"

"H–H–be–we–we collect from hyve–hah"

"What was that?" She leaned in closer

"Hybe...we collect from there—aah!"

She finally let go of his hand and wiped the needle off his blood.

-----

"Lee Henchin? We have no evidence against him, he runs two very exclusive clubs and has a restaurant under his name, but he is a big name (Y/N), I can't just allow that."

"But Sir that man did take Lee Henchin's name, we even recorded his confession—"

"By using violence? You know that it would not work. Besides, Henchin's a big name, we have some clue of his association with prominent yakuzas. I am not letting you three meddle into that."

"But Sir, this is our golden chance. He is going to bring us closer to this RM." (Y/N) almost could not believe what she was hearing, but after Dok's death, she knew where Officer Byuk was coming from.

"No (Y/N), you think we have not tried to get to that little rat? We lost two men, not even their families were spared. You have no idea how deep these roots run."

"Three, Sir. We lost three officers in the span of seventeen years."

Officer Byuk looked at her, surprised.

"And so we need to pull these roots out once and for all."

She added.

"You think its easy?"

(Y/N) looked away, having no answer to that. She went straight to Officer Byuk's residence after the 'interrogation'. It was deemed dangerous for the three to travel together to an officer's house.

"Sir...Dok is dead, our teammate is dead and we know who did this."

"And you three will be too if you go after him. We originally started this mission to know about RM's connections, we found that. And we stop here, this would be passed to the higher ups."

"And it will stay there on some unknown desk collecting dust. We know that too Sir."

Officer locked her gaze with a stern stare.

"I am not ready to lose more of my able officers. There is already an investigation going over you, focus on finding evidence against that officer's connection with the underworld."

"But that is connected to this! Henchin might be out key to prove my innocence."

"That would not help as much as you like to think. None of you are going to go after Lee Henchin. Am I understood?"

(Y/N) stared back, frustrated, angry, but silent.

"Yes, Sir."

-----

"Why did we just leave out phones in our cars?" Kyong was visibly annoyed, but had complied to (Y/N)'s demand.

"Because, I think our phones are being tapped."

(Y/N) replied before sipping her tea. She missed a good cup of that. When she...was with Namjoon, she had introduced coffee to her regular diet. Not replacing her tea, but reducing the consumption.

That man had crawled into her mind.

"Well, how did they know that Dok had some important evidence? And when we went to the same spot I woke up in?"

"So you called us here for this?" Kyong had been cold ever since their fight, and while (Y/N) had tried to be understanding, his behaviour was getting on her nerves.

"I am not found of wasting people's time, Kyong. I called you all to tell you that Officer Byuk will not allow us to go after Henchin."

"WHAT?"

"Why?"

"Guys, keep it low." She hissed, avoiding all the glances and turned heads in the cafe.

"But—but we have his name...Henchin can be a key to prove your innocence as well (Y/N)."

"I know Han. But Henchin, has a record. Most of the cases against him and his pubs are either inconclusive, cold or abruptly closed. There were officers who went behind him, they are all dead. Byuk Sir just does not want to risk our lives."

"But, we are fucking close." Kyong hissed

"We already are taking on this mission without any supervision from the higher ups. He says that he would be sending the details to the intelligence."

"So Dok's death means nothing to them?"

Kyong was understandably upset

"I don't know about them. But we care." (Y/N) reassured.

"But Sir just dismissed any further action."

(Y/N) hummed at Han's words before picking up her filled cup and taking another sip.

She looked at the two, their eyes held question, but also resilience.

"Sometimes...duty comes first, obedience to authority, second."

There were three officers dead in the span of twenty and four years. One, five years ago, second, twelve years ago. And third...seventeen years ago.

Seventeen years ago when she was a six year old child, and she witnessed her father's death.

Because he was the first office to go behind Lee Henchin.

"We will go. Lets start planning."

-----

"Are you sure he would be present in this club tonight?"

After tracking him for a week, they finally had his schedule. Thanks to the informants.

"I'm 99% sure." Kyong replied.

"What do you mean by 99%?" Han was visibly tense.

"Relax, we can never be 100% sure of anything here, can we?" (Y/N) assured him, eyeing the area with a mask of normalcy.

The tree of them came here as any other guest looking to rewind a bit. It was easy to acquire false names and use false information. The club was booming with life, a Friday night in all its glory— messy, lewd, merry, drunk and dancing– everything all at once.

"The VIP and VVIP section is on the first floor, the second floor is off limits, the basement harbours the storeroom an kitchen. Keep eyes on all those heading up. And keep in touch. I will go mingle into the crown from the front, you both choose either corners."

(Y/N) decided, the two nodded before the three separated, moving to their chosen directions. With her mask on and eyes done, (Y/N) made sure to take on a disguise. Her eyes wandered away as she danced her way to the centre, among the crowd of swaying, jumping bodies and flashing lights, all she could see were people who either wanted to burn, or escape, or perhaps both.

Calmly, she ran her eyes over the place, brushing away intruding strangers and drunk office workers. It was a glamorous place, it was a sorry place, it was a safe place for 'deals'.

"Attention, suspect spotted, going up, follow. Over." Han's voice cut through the thrumming music.

"Received, following."

The first floor was quieter, but not untouched by the loud music below. Kyong motioned them to to stay on the darker portions, avoiding cameras. One of their informants worked as a bouncer there. Had it not been for him, they would have no weapons to defend themselves.

The three followed as the three men, surrounded by two bodyguards ascended further. Second floor.

Kyong motioned towards the bathroom before walking in.

If the second floor was off limits, the stair would be the worst way to take. So they had to climb through the bathroom window into the store room of the second floor. Kyong opened the window and entered quietly, only after he was sure everything was clear, signalled for the two to follow. The room was dark, but clear of any threat for now. The informant needed to be rewarded heavily. With practiced stealth, the three made their way out, staying close to the wall, waiting.

A guard entered the seemingly empty hallway, only to be pulled by the neck into another sharp corner, the back of a gun came down heavily on his head, knocking him out immediately.

Han motioned his teammates with a positive sign as the unconscious guards slid down the wall. Dragging his body into an empty room, he took hold of the card required to unlock rooms. They were playing with fire. But it was an absolute necessity.

As they passed through the seemingly empty hallway, in search of those—

"Team."

Kyong and Han turned to (Y/N) who stood a few feet behind, eyeing a certain door.

"What is it?"

"I think this is the room."

"How do you know?" Kyong eyed the room.

"Yes, we can't be sure." Han added.

"You are right. Do one thing, you two go ahead, I will check this room."

"(Y/N), are you out of your fucking mind?" Kyong hissed "We can't just—"

"I will keep you updated."

She assured them, leaning in to check. So far, silence. Slowly, she pushed the door open to peek in.

Empty.

"Go. We have limited time."

She urged before they could speak up.

Glancing at the room number once last time, she slid in with caution.

Room number 34.

Had it been a pitch black room, she would not have take much of a risk. But the room was unlocked and dimly-lit. An indication that someone was about to come in, or had recently exited. Using the closet to hide, she slid behind the hanging towels and some washed curtains. The gaps in the door design allowed her unobstructed view of the room.

"In the room, watching. Clear for now. Copy that."

She informed her colleagues through the interconnected earbud before checking the number of spare bullets hidden in her shoes.

Now all was left was to wait. Patience would bear fruits. Or something like that along the lines.

She waited patiently for over an hour–still and quiet until the door the the room finally opened. And the room was illuminated further. Leaning away more into the darkness of the closet, her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.

And finally, the person was right in her viewing range.

"Any updates?"

Kyong's voice rang in her ear. But she did not reply, she could not.

"Number six. Any update?" This time, it was Han.

"Number two and three...take shelter. Over."

She whispered to the earbud, while her eyes watched the man in front of her.

Officer Byuk.

He made himself comfortable over a cushioned chair by the window in the room after taking out a bottle from the mini fridge in the room. But he took out two glasses and did not uncork the bottle.

She waited in the closet another hour with anticipation before she heard a knock. Byuk instantly rose up and went to answer the door.

"Hello Officer Byuk."

The voice had her tightening her grip on her gun. Ready to shoot.

"Finally, come in please."

She waited with bated breath before the second man came into her viewing range, right in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Officer."

Namjoon's voice was deeper than she remembered, a gravelly edge that somehow made him sound exactly like the cold-blooded criminal that he was.

"Lee said he's on his way. He will join us shortly." Byuk spoke up, motioning towards the set table.

"Let's wait for Lee." Namjoon offered.

"No alcohol for him today, he's on antibiotics he said." Byuk replied, finally uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses.

"Any new updates?"

"The officers were close. But now that the threat is diffused, I think Lee needs to lay low for a while, some of the officers might not let this go." Byuk replied, sipping on his drink.

Namjoon only hummed.

He lookers slightly different than a month—

One and a half month. It had been almost one and a half month since she had last seen him. All she remembered how lively, kind and gentle he looked. But the man she was looking at now had a sinister edge to him. He always had that, he simply hid that well. He was no longer sporting hair she had last seen him with. It was cut short, somehow enhancing the sense of danger that shadowed his presence.

Her eyes moved from him to Byuk– Uncle Byuk– the man she trusted the most in the world. The one man she had put her blind trust on. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep her bubbling rage at bay as she began to connect the dots.

"Number two and three."

There was no response.

"Number two and three?" She hissed, turning tense with each passing moment.

She loaded her gun noiselessly. Something had gone wrong.

Byuk's phone rang.

"Please excuse me." With that, he picked up the phone and listened. "Shit!" he hissed, cutting the call. "I think I need to get out of here, there are two officers in disguise in this building, I will order them to shoot them at sight."

"Don't kill them now." Namjoon spoke up before rising from his chair, Byuk followed "And there are not two officers, but three."

With that Namjoon marched up to the closet and swung the door open, making her gasp. Before she could injure him, he grabbed her wrist and dropped the gun to his hold.

"Tch, that's dangerous little bird."

The nickname made her sick.

"Think of your friends before you do something."

He whispered coldly while dodging her attacks. Byuk stood there, pale as soon as (Y/N)'s gaze found his while she struggled in Namjoon's hold.

"Easy, Little Bird, we just met, what's the hurry?"

This little shit!

"She will kill us Sir, finish her!"

Byuk's words were the final nail on the coffin. She wanted the write the ending, but perhaps fate had other plans. She could only pray that Kyong and Han get away safely.

"Mind your words, Byuk."

Namjoon's voice dipped lower and Byuk visibly gulped.

"Bu–but she knows now."

At that, Namjoon looked down at her. Finding her eyes still on that imbecile, he gripped her cheeks and compelled her to look at him.

"But she won't let anything happen to her friends, would she? Lee's men already have them. And all they need is a nod from me."

She hated being close to him, and she hated herself even more for realising that she missed him, she missed his proximity, his touch, his eyes, his smile, she missed his voice. She missed him.

His thumb rubbed her cheek with a softness she had yearned for one and a half month. And at that moment, she wished that he were a different man, she wished she never met him, she wished that she never fell in love with him.

"What do you say Little Bird?"

His hold on her was firm– there was no use of struggling anyway, one phone call and Kyong and Han would meet Dok's fate.

He leaned closer, his fingers on her cheeks effectively preventing her to move away. It was an ambiguous feeling when she felt him inhaled a long, sharp breath before breathing into her. Their breath mixing was like a reaction set to scatter the world around.

"My offer still stands, Little Bird. But of course, the choice is yours."

His voice was milk and honey, a mocking smirk on her predicament.

"Sir, we have the two officers." A new voice emerged from the entrance and he finally let go.

She turned to look at the man she had only seen pictures of. But his presence filled her with a sense of disgust she never knew she possessed.

Lee Henchin was an aged up man now, but the wicked shadow he possessed overpowered the room. He glanced her her with a curious tilt of his head

"This one could do for the VVIP clients. One of the girls escaped, we need a replacement anyway for tomorrow."

She felt cold, but the sheer amount of hatred in her urged her to break his face. Maybe take out his teeth– one at a time.

"The Lady is not for sale, Lee." She shivered when Namjoon growled from behind, pulling her closer to him.

And as she watched Lee Henchin's previously confident stan falter subtly, she understood who pulled the shots in the room.

"You can do whatever you want with the rest of them though." Namjoon added.

She tensed at that, and he felt it too, she knew that when he asked her

"Isn't that right, little bird?"

The silence was only a beat long, but it held oceans within.

"Offer accepted." She muttered out begrudgingly.

"What was that honey?" He rose an eyebrow, barely containing his smirk.

She would have slapped that smirk away had it not been Han and Kyong's life at stake.

"I accept your offer. But you will let them go safe, in one piece. And they will never be bothered again."

She looked up to meet his eyes– the deep brooding eyes that reminded her of unwritten poetry and hidden classics read on rainy days were now swirls of storms themselves– all the harsh murky days, the hovering, ominous clouds, the sharp, sudden thunderbolts and the deep rumble that followed.

"Lee, tell your men to release the two. Throw them out of the club."

"Uh–I did not know that she was—"

"Officer Byuk!" His voice rose, cutting Henchin off "Make sure the two never reach here, or me sniffing."

"As you wish, Sir."

He took a completely different way out to reach his car. His hand though gripped hers. Outside stood an imposing car in the middle of two others. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her, keeping a close eye as she settled into the farthest corner.

But he was least bothered by that. He finally had her in his grapes, and that was all that mattered.

"I'm sorry Little Bird but I can't quite trust you so soon." He urged her to give her hands, keeping his voice gentle.

She should know that he meant no harm. He was not the villain, the world was. She narrowed her eyes at him.

(Y/N) knew that she had no choice, not at the moment at least. It was narrow path and the only way was the way ahead. If she was going to die...Well she did not know anymore. Namjoon's behaviour was odd so far, it kept her guessing.

Swallowing the bitter pill, she placed her hands on his tentatively, only for him to lock them behind her. The coldness came engulfed her wrists soon after.

What a fucking irony.

The cop being handcuffed.

She ground her teeth to keep herself from reacting the way she truly wanted.

"What—"

Just as she thought that it was over, a black cloth over hear eyes rendered her blind, making her jump, ready to spring into action. But Namjoon's hold on her tightened.

"Shhh, take it as safety measures, Jagi, nothing else."

He cooed at, tying over the blindfold.

"It's' not necessary, I can't go back anyway." (Y/N) felt the simmers of panic in her belly.

"I know Jagi. But I don't take chances with capable people."

It felt simultaneously like a warning and compliment. Perhaps it was. He knew her capacity, and he was not taking any chances. With a defeated sigh, she leaned on the expensive leather of the car, feeling the engine rumbling into life before the slightest jerk indicted that the car was now in motion.

----

The villa was settled near an isolated road that harboured a stretch of moor on the other side, beyond which laid a highway cutting through a small woodland. And the housekeeper made excellent tea.

There were five of them— those visible at least– her, Namjoon, the housekeeper, a maid and a cook.

A month in the place, (Y/N) at least knew that Namjoon held a high position—Namjoon was his real name after all and it was a stupid as well as smartest move to pull, given that he was, at least very close to the highest and he had spied on her and the department for a long period of time. No one would assume that he used hi real name, criminals never used their real names. She was, though yet to decipher how many of them were hiding in the woods.

"More tea, Madame?" The housekeeper who has been adamant to not tell her his real name, offered to refill her empty cup.

"Thank you, Pep."

(Y/N) nodded to him, smiling faintly as he refilled her cup for the second time.

"No more mooncakes, Pep, I want my tea just as it is."

"Sure." He put away the mooncakes, while she sipped on the tea, watching the wind sweep through the moor in orchid waves.

She kept her eyes on the scene outside, while her ears strained to hear Namjoon on the phone. But he was inside the house and the walls were soundproof.

It had only been a month but to her, it felt like a decade since she had gone to work. Everyday, before her eyes would battle against sleep, all she could think of was Uncle Byuks' betrayal and Lee Henchin.

Lee Henchin...

"I am so sorry, Jagi. My absence sometimes hurts the business."

Namjoon walked up to her with his pretentious apology.

"Why bother to stay back then? Your blood money flow is affected."

He only smiled at her words before turning to the housekeeper. Taking the clue, Pep walked away, leaving the two alone.

"Nothing, (Y/N), is more important than you."

"I don't understand this game..."

And really, she did not. She had no more information to give him. Officer Byuk knew more than her. Had more access. Then why was he even interested in her?

"I did come close to you with the intention to be closer to the ground and have some files." Namjoon confessed, looking away to the moors while he sipped his coffee.

"But even if you don't believe me, Little Bird, I fell, and I fell hard and stupid in love with you." He eyed her for moment before his gaze dropped on his share of mooncakes.

He loved everything sweet, she had learnt.

"Even if you don't believe me, I do not blame you. We have a lifetime to ourselves."

" That's very confident for man who has a boss to answer. What would RM think when they come to know that you an officer?"

Namjoon leaned back, not even a flicker of doubt passing on his face.

"I don't answer, Little Bird."

She frowned and put her cup down.

"Why?"

He smiled indulgently at her, but to her, it felt condescending.

"I don't answer to anyone, Love. People answer to me...I am RM."

She felt cold and parched all over.

—-----

Kyong bit into his apple while his eyes remained on the screen in front of him. No, he refused to believe that (Y/N) was dead, as 'evidence' had shown. He would not have believed that Dok was dead had he not seen his body himself. But (Y/N)...He had not seen her body. It was only her gun–bloodied gun. But again, there was no confirmation whose blood was that.

That was a work too lousy to be professional. It was a cover up, and a poor cover up if he may add.

And he won't be at rest until he finds out where (Y/N) was bring her back.

—--

"I'm dead?"

(Y/N) whispered in disbelief as she watched the tv screen. It was a follow up news. And she, like those cold cases piled up inside shelves, was herself reduced to one of them— a cold case that may fascinate many, but not bother any.

"Who put backs news channels here?" RM hissed at Pep who stuttered in his presence.

"I fixed a monthly plan, they must have added—"

"Take that down. Now."

Her name and face was long gone from the screen. Like a flipped page, it was another day, another news, another race for TRP.

But her cheeks trembled.

She was dead to the world, her traces, her existence was wiped out. Even if she were really dead, there was no family to grieve for her. The only person closest to be called a family was the one to give her one final blow.

"Hey, hey, its just to make sure that no one comes after you, yeah? And we can start afresh."

Namjoon's face shielded the screen as he cupped her cheeks, eyes searching–trying to read her, reassure her. Make her feel the safety she never would. Switching the television off, he focused on her again.

"Don't think too much about that, okay? Why don't we..." looking around, he whirred his brain before his eyes landed on a golden wrapper "Why don't we make chocolate together? Hmm? You love baking right? We can bake later."

As if that would help. She was spiralling and she was spiralling fast.

She let him lead her to the kitchen while Pep hurriedly helped to set the ingredients. But her mind was running far away. Was there, really no choice? No hope for freedom?

—---

"It's cold, wear a coat."

Were Namjoon's first words as soon as he was back from his home office and into the bedroom.

"But, we are alright inside?"

(Y/N) was confused. Anybody could tell that it was cold by the blanket of snow covering the moor, some browns still peeking out, but over all, it all stretched white.

"We are going out for a walk." Namjoon smiled at her. The surprise must have been apparent as she put away the book she was reading and sat up straighter.

"Like, now?" Her eye widened in surprise.

He nodded, watching her closely, but there was a softness that did remind her of their older days, but it held something different, something more. She was, finally having the chance to step out of the place after two whole months, and there was no way that she would let this opportunity go. But there was a part of her that seeped in disbelief and suspicion.

Why would he risk it so soon? There had been no indication of him beginning to trust her. Then why?

"I know that the news of...your death charade was a bit too much. But I did what I thought was an absolute necessity. But I cannot bear to see you sad, Little Bird." He walked closer, sitting on his knees to meet her eyes.

He waited for a verbal response, but there came none. She only nodded.

The sound of snow crunching had something satisfactory in it. And as they walked through the snow. Namjoon pulled up the warm scarf.

"Its cold, Jagi, be careful."

(Y/N) nodded and fixed the scarf over her nose as they walked through the snow-covered moor, towards the white woods. His hold remained firm over her other hand though. Fingers intertwining, slithered between the gaps like he had slithered in her life.

Namjoon could not help but look at her with fondness. Even though there was no trace of a complete smile, there was a ghost of it somewhere— a spark in her eyes that had been somewhat dimmed in the past month. Namjoon hated that. He knew that he had hurt her and things had been going hard enough as it was. But, the news headlines about her (faked) death might have been the final hit. She was crumbling, and Namjoon hated that. She had suffered enough. He could always deal with Henchin and Byuk later. But she was his priority.

He kept a close eye on her, while his hand squeezed her gloved ones every now and then as they walked closer to the woods.

"Its a pretty sight."

"You like it?"

Of course she did, the way her eyes took in every detail, it was clear as day that she loved the winter wonderland the small woods would turn into.

"We can..." He weighed his options "We can come here everyday if you like?"

Without another word, she kept walking, her eyes fixed on the ground as they passed through the trees.

"What are you looking at?"

"Huh? Sorry just—what did you say?"

Namjoon observed her a moment before looking away, "Lets go back."

"So soon?"

"Hmm, I don't want you catching cold."

Tugging her to take a turn, he strode back to the villa. His grip, even through the gloves felt tight. Once back, he ordered Pep to prepare tea for them before marching back to the room.

"Is that what you have planned for me? To be your prisoner?"

Even after two months, nothing changed, and her patience was waning."

Namjoon looked up from his tea, eyes gleaming before he put the cup down and sat up straighter.

"You are no prisoner little bird, don't call yourself that. Did you not hear my offer?"

"I accepted your offer. I am here with you, on your whim, in return of my friends' lives."

"No, that's not it. I told you, come with me, you will have more power than a miserable uniform can ever give you. And by now, I assume you know that the silly ideals you were holding onto, hold no place there."

She stared back at him defiantly as she slowly sipped her tea.

"These 'silly ideals took us to Henchin'. We had him that night..."

"Until I appeared."

"Until you appeared."

"And he still lives."

"He is useful to me (Y/N)."

He killed my father.

He fucking. Killed. My. Father.

In silence, she sipped her tea.

—------

"Why didn't you accept the invitation, it has been a while since we've gone out drinking?"

Han walked along with Kyong, who strode to rush out of the police station as soon as he could.

"I'm not in the mood Han?"

"You said the same last week."

Kyong finally stopped "Because I was not in the mood to go drinking last week too." he sighed out, annoyed.

"Okay, how about this Sunday? You and me?"

"Han, I'm busy this Sunday."

"You dating, man?"

Kyong sighed at the question

"No–I am—Listen Han—"

"No because there is something bothering you. Look, Kyong, I know that losing both of our friends like that is and has been hard so far. It has been three months since (Y/N)'s..." He eyed Kyong cautiously, who only threw him a withering glare before looking away "(Y/N)'s demise."

"Han...Let's not talk about that."

"This is exactly what we need to talk about— first Dok and now (Y/N). I feel guilty too. She sacrificed herself. Lee was going to kill us but—"

"I fought with her, okay? I doubted her, she was the one in trouble and instead of being understanding, I blamed her for Dok's death! That–" he pointed his finger down, moving it with force "— is guilt!"

"Kyong...You can't let this consume you forever, can you?"

Kyong did not reply. (Y/N) was alive. And he was going to bring her back, even from the depths of hell if it were to be.

—-----

The gentle snowfall had now turned to occasional blizzards that left a good few feet of snow for days. It was no surprise to her that their daily walks were suspended. But it did come as a surprise when she woke up one a gloomy morning, only to see Namjoon all dressed up.

"Good morning little bird, did you have a good sleep?" He turned to her as soon as she had begun to sit up.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Me, not you." Namjoon replied, fixing his cufflinks "Be good for me while I'm gone,"

His voice was airy as he approached her to place a delicate kiss on her forehead. Yet his eyes were another story— they held a clear warning.

"The blood-business needs the big bad mafia?"

"Business is business, Jagi. There is only profit, loss and sides. Nothing else."

"So it is important."

"The maid has prepared breakfast, if you want, I can have it brought up." He diverted the topic

"No, thanks, I will take it downstairs."

"Okay. I might be late, do not wait up for me. Sleep on time, okay?"

She looked up to him before looking away with a dismissive nod.

Namjoon sighed, "Things would have been different had you just taken up my offer."

"I am here, am I not?"

"Not willingly. You are holding on some stupid ideals."

"Why must I trust you? You broke my heart– they are my friends who stayed with me. I am not holding on to any ideals anymore Namjoon"

I have a purpose.

Namjoon sucked his cheeks– a tell tale sign of his draining patience. He was a patient man, she would give him that– and perhaps it was the calmness he executed his plans, no matter how cruel– that sent sent chills cascading down her. He was not the one to run with impulse, rather, with a cold, meticulous plan.

All the more difficult to decipher.

Namjoon was a man to not mess with. And while he was an extremely patient man, every man had a fuse. She was in no position to try her luck.

Wanting to be out of the situation, she got off the bed and tried to walk past him, when his hand coiled around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while she kept looking ahead. Yet, there was a pit forming in her stomach.

"Those men had been too near you for my liking. If I wanted, I could have had them ripped apart." His hold tightened as he continued "Limb. To limb. And still have you here."

This made her turn to him– her fiery glare matched his cold contemplation.

"But I did not want that. I do not want you to hate me. So don't make do something that is going to cost our progress." His breath was hot on her skin.

Without another word, she jerked his hand away and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Once inside, she waited for a good few minutes before she switched on the flush, then turned the shower on. She had heard the muffled sound of door closing. Opening the bathroom cabinet noiselessly, she rummaged through her sanitary needs before a packet came to her grasp. Dipping her fingers in, she fished out the phone she had hidden. Having checked the bathroom lock one more, she moved away from the door while her thumb rushed to dial a number.

The person picked up after a single ring.

"Kyong?"

She whispered.

—-----

Namjoon waited. Eye glancing on his wrist watch ever so often. He did not like to wait. He was the one make people wait. But this deal was important for a business boost. The larger the company, the easier it was to play the cards.

"Where is he, Lee?"

Namjoon's voice did nothing to show his thinning tolerance. He only flicked his lighter on and lit up the limited edition cigarette to keep his cool. The argument was in his mind, her fierce stare showed no spirit of reconciliation and this was worrying for him. He needed her to see how futile everything was– everything she believed in, and how powerful she could be with him. He wanted her loyalty, only then he could marry her. And if he would not marry soon, one of his rivals would and have a heir before him. He had spilled enough blood to be on top, he did not want more bloodshed. They all had their share when he killed the previous Don and took the throne.

"Jardo, my friend!"

Namjoon looked up to see the awaited guest walking up to him.

"My sincerest apology for the delay, businesses have trouble, Sir..."

"RM."

Namjoon corrected him before accepting the hand he offered for a shake.

"Jardo Alec, kindly have a seat."

Lee offered the seat right in front of Namjoon.

"So, your dealings in the Latin world is famous here too."

"Not here, its all over the world."

Namjoon tilted his head.

"I have a schedule, Alec, and I would get straight to the point. There is a shipment of merch-material coming for the factories under Hybe. It will stop the your coast for some custom issues– deal with it, refill the packs inside the material and ship it."

"Well, there has been negotiation regarding the price—"

"Seventy million. I want the pure, white and the yellow ones. Put them inside capsules" Namjoon interrupted.

Jardo sat back, surprised at the lack of negotiation.

"You have got your pockets full, RM."

Namjoon smiled while rising up and buttoning his suit, the rest of the men mirrored his actions.

"Lee will inform you regarding the rest. But I need the shipments before the top five groups begin their world tours."

"You want to sell in the concerts? That's a risky job."

Namjoon took in his cigarette, letting the fumes enter his system.

"Its a risky business."

----

Kyong's eyes took in the computer screen that showed the targets. He the location of the guards loitering in the woods near the villa. Namjoon was out in months. Surely, the guards would be on high alert.

His specialization in hacking did come handy when he was able to get past the security system of the cameras outside the villa and in the woods as well, to note the movements of Namjoon's men. But he could not stay for long, the breach would be eventually detected.

He noted their movements for a few hours before retreating. There was a pattern, but that was not his problem. The problem was the fucking high-functioning front with a camera that overlooked the area. He needed to find out first who had the control of the drone.

—--

"The risotto was delicious Pep."

"Thank you Ma'am." Pep smiled, bowed and retreated.

Just as she had finished her lunch, the gates of the villa opened,

"The weekly groceries are here, Madame."

"I have just finished lunch, don't bother about me, go fetch that."

Pep bowed lightly before rushing to open the door. Bags of the listed items were carried in by two sturdy men.

"Do they have the chocolates I ordered?"

She followed them into the kitchen as Pep prepared to stock up the pantry.

"Oh, here it is." He handed over the box of chocolates to her. Her eyes flicked over the two men there, then on Pep before she open the box.

"I will be in the bedroom Pep, have the evening tea sent up, will you?"

"As you wish, Madame."

She nodded before popping in one of the chocolates in her mouth and walking away.

Once inside the confines of her bedroom, she sighed. Nearing the intercom, she tossed away the chocolate box and picked up the intercom. Taking out a chip from her mouth and wiping it clean, she took off its plastic coat and glued it to the back of the device.

—----

"I don't understand, what do you mean by lost data?"

Namjoon was tense. How could it be? They have lost a dozen of profiles of their guards? Check for a breach."

"Checked Sir, there was none. It seems like a glitch." His men from the other end of the phone explained.

"Okay, send this case to the higher up. I don't want another sloppy hacker job."

Well, the day could not get any worse.

It had been two days since his confrontation with (Y/N) and she had been colder than before. No snide remarks, or witty, scalding comebacks, just the silence. Jardo and his deal was facing an obstacle regarding bribing the customs, and now some of his guards' biodata suddenly went missing.

Namjoon was on edge. Her jerked his tie to loosen up as the car sped through the muddy countryside road. The melting snow and the icy wind did not help.

"Bring me me a coffee!" He growled as soon as the housekeeper opened the door for him.

"Sure, Sir."

Tossing away his dirty overcoat, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes looked up to his room, usually, the lights would be on, but the room was all dark with the door wide open.

"Where (Y/N)?"

"Upstairs, Sir."

"She's not in the room." He pointed while taking the steaming cup from the housekeeper's grasp.

"She's on the terrace Sir."

He stopped just as he was about to take a sip. "The terrace? It's fucking dark! Why is she still there?"

He did not wait for an answer, instead, he ascended the stairs.

The terrace was lit up, as usual, just not empty anymore.

"What are you doing here?"

Her back was facing him when he reached the terrace

"I was bored."

She replied without turning.

"There are plenty of subscriptions for you, there are video games"

(Y/N) finally turned as he neared her.

"Thank you." Her honeyed tone stung.

"How long are you going to keep this up? What the fuck—-" Namjoon stopped mid-way, recollected himself after a long breath and resumed "What do you want?"

"You know what I want Namjoon, and even with all the money you can't give it to me."

"I can, once I begin to trust you."

"You proved me dead to the world! You have officers on your payroll, and you are still afraid."

"I am never afraid!"

With a roll of her eyes, she brushed past him.

Fuck it!

Namjoon turned around and strode behind her, grabbing her arm and jerking her to stop and turn to him.

"I've had enough! You think you can torment me like that?"

With a tilt of her head, she assessed him "I think its working. Cool off, Namjoon."

His hold only tightened.

"I have been patient enough, have I not? How long are you going to keep—"

"I do not play with people Namjoon. And then you have the audacity to complaint." It was not an outburst like before– it was plain, cold and as much as he wanted to deny– factual.

"You can't keep this up."

She rose her eyebrow, infuriating him further "Watch me." this time, she forcefully jerked his hold off and walked away.

Namjoon just stood there. Heaving. Burning.

Cool off.

The words did nothing to cool him off. In fact, it had the opposite affect. He needed her. He love her and she needed to know that. So he rushed after her. Chasing her like a lifeline, the only hope of survival.

Desperate.

Angry.

Passionate.

He did not know what came after what, or how many more emotions he was feeling. But he knew he loved her.

And that it hurt when she refused to believe him.

She was already in their room, walking in just in time as he rushed in, kicking the door close. But when she turned around to tell him off, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck before he pulled her into a burning kiss.

It was like an imprint on his soul– he had been waiting, he had tried to be patient, but she was stubborn, and fiery, and righteous– he loved her, he loved everything about her, but above all, he would love to let his darkness bend her righteousness.

He felt her tugging him closer. He knew he was ingrained in her. She loved him too. His movements were quick and rough as he got rid of her clothes, not caring if he ripped them away in the process, removing his own as well.

It was static energy in the room, thick passion and meaning line between insanity and passionate.

"You fucking get on my nerves sometimes!" He growled, parting her legs with a firm, sharp movement but surprisingly, not rough.

"I thought the boss never loses his cool?"

He chuckled humourlessly at the poking.

"You wanted me to beg you, didn't you? Beg you for forgiveness and tell you how right you were?" his thumb found her pearl with practised ease, her sharp intake of breath only fuelled his desire "I do not beg!" he hissed on her face, playing with her pearl "I. Beg. Nobody!"

"Tell that to yourself Joon–keep telling that to yourself until you fool yourself." She replied breathlessly, somewhat grappling with her wit amidst the onslaught of pleasure coming down on her.

Joon.

Namjoon froze at the nickname. She had called him Joon after so long. It was like returning home after a hard exile.

His movements slowed down eventually, but never came to a halt. He leaned in and kissed her with tenderness– all the tenderness he could have in his heart– the remaining, the newfound, the churned, the ruined.

It did pain him to see her surprised eyes. A remained of the painful fact that she did not trust him, and it was a long way ahead to rebuild their relationship– one that would never be the same, since its very foundation was based on deception.

But in the end, their love would prevail. His love would prevail– even if it was crafted by the nefarious creatures below.

And if...

He dove in, peppering kisses on her bare breast, feeling them to his heart's content.

And if she would never love him the same again...

His one finger teased her folds, testing, feeling her legs spread further unconsciously, making him smirk.

His love was enough.

His finger dipped in. He had missed touching her, feeling her. It was moment he wished could last longer.

He kissed her again, this time, he felt her pulling him closer.

His finger reached deeper, feeling her velvet walls clamp around while she tensed. His thumb continued to play with. Her fingers sprawled over his naked chest, the nails barely scratching him– light and teasing. If she was doing that knowingly– she was playing with fire.

His other hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it lightly while he deepened the kiss, light moans only encouraged him to act further. Adding another finger, her moved them further, occasionally circling them to earn those sweet moans that spilled from her lips. His fingers moved and her hips followed, her hold on him tightened, sliding towards his shoulders.

"All you have is me."

He whispered into her ear, quickening his pace, watching in glee as her eyes rolled back before he felt her spilling on his fingers– hot, gushing as the walls spasmed.

He was a patient man...

But it had been so long since he felt her around him.

Diving in for another intense, mind-robbing kiss, he parted her legs further with his knees, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside her.

The sudden flashes of her with another man sent him to a frenzy. Had he not promised her to spare their lives...

She moaned into the kiss, hissing as his fingers moved slowly inside her, occasionally parting to prepare her for him. Finally pulling away his fingers, he smeared her wetness all over his manhood before letting the bulbous head tap against her folds teasingly. His patience thinned further when she mewled into the kiss. Relenting against his tongue while he slid inside her, slowly stretching her, inch by inch, until he was buried as deep as he could be.

But he wanted to bury himself deeper.

He wanted to leave traces on her soul, he wanted to run in her veins, he wanted to be the one in her mind and the first on her tongue.

"I missed you." He was turning breathless with all the adrenaline pushing up in his system. Yet, he did not want to hurt her.

To him, she would always be his little bird

"You had me."

"I missed this. You, like this! We–we can always...always go back to as we were."

His hips moved in sync with hers. In that moment, they both were one. And he wished the moment would last till eternity.

It was like his soul was reaching out for hers.

He lied. He knew he lied.

He would beg.

For her, to her.

If that was what it took to being them back to the lovely days they once shared.

"Oh–Joon—"

He moved faster, basking in that moment, deluding himself that everything was alright.

At least he could relish it as long as it lasted.

Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both shuddered in ultimate contentment. It was quiet for a while as they settled under the covers.

"We can start afresh, love." Namjoon whispered, letting his fingers run through her hair, moving away strands as he cherished the tender moment.

Her previously closed eyes opened with unfathomable gaze.

"No, Namjoon. We are not meant to start afresh." With that, she moved the covers and got off the bed.

Grabbing things from the closet, she walked into the bathroom, unbothered by Namjoon's heated stare on her.

Sitting up, Namjoon picked up the cigarette pack and the lighter beside it. Pulling one between his lips, he lit the cigarette. The smoke clouded his vision as he exhaled, leaning back while his eyes kept finding their way back to the shut bathroom door every now and then.

Halfway through his smoke, he got off the bed and wore a pair of sweats.

Still no sign.

Frowning, he turned to pull the curtains of the window a bit and—

As soon as he saw the bloody corpse of one of his guards, he rushed to the bathroom.

"(Y/N)!"

No response.

With one powerful kick, the bathroom door flew open, letting him view the now wide open window with its glass slates cleanly removed with thick towels.

"(Y/N)! FUCK!"

He bellowed.

—---

The snow was thick and the dark woods did not make it any easier. There was blizzard due and they had to reach their car before that.

"Careful there," Han held (Y/N) as she tripped, almost falling flat on the ground "You sure you're not hurt?"

His questioned made Kyong turn to check on her as well, he had been a bit ahead if them, but within the earshot.

"No—I'm okay. Its get out of here." (Y/N) reassured Han, who eyed her with concern, but nodded nevertheless.

Kyong and Han had pulled off the impossible. She had only heard of Kyong's legendary hacking skills...Had seen him hacking no more than modest systems but as they made their way through the silent, snowy forest, she was introduced to his and Han's true potential.

But that was not the thought that plagued her mind– it was filled with the flashes of her and Namjoon– their bodies mingled together. He looked at her with so much of tenderness, with the vulnerability that she refused to believe in. it felt like they were even now.

He deceived her, she betrayed him.

And yet...

And yet there was no trace of satisfaction, or simmering down of the—-

"SHIT!"

Han ducked down just at the right moment, and the bullet hit the tree before him.

"Everyone, down!"

(Y/N) instructed, pushing Kyong away before another shot was fired at him.

"We need to split." She declared as they took cover. It was silent but the light crunching of the snow conveyed approaching danger.

"But we–"

"Now, Han. Go right, Kyong, follow this path. He's after me. I will go left. You two– if I do not return withing twenty minutes, get out of here."

"What? (Y/N). we are not leaving you behind!" Kyong hissed, eyes still ahead in search of the attacker.

"I won't let you guys die because of me–Dok was—"

"It wasn't your fault." Kyong finally looked at her, his hardened gaze softened slightly "It wasn't...I'm sorry. I should have been more understanding."

(Y/N) nodded.

"Go...Please."

Kyong frowned but obliged, nudging Han to slip out first without coming under notice.

"We will see you on the road by the woods?" Kyong's waited for assurance.

Assurance. That was all she could give him at the moment. So she nodded.

"Go."

With a nod, he began to crawl back, maintaining cover of the trees an shrubs. Once he motioned (Y/N), she made a quick dash to her left– deliberately exposing herself.

Her legs worked fast, but she could hear the sound of quick boots approaching. The snow was only slowing her down. But slowing down was not an option.

She could hear him running parallel to her, but with the blurring rights, she could see nothing. He was like an invisible hunter.

But she was no prey.

All she had to do was to distract—

Ow!

She fell to her side, allowing her had to slow down the momentum. But it was painful, especially due to the weight of another man over her. She heard him snigger humourlessly as he locked her to the ground. Knees pinning her legs while he locked her wrists behind her back with one hand. The barrel of the gun felt hot pushed on the nape of her neck. But his breath falling so close stole overshadowed the sense of danger a gun would bring.

"Not so fast." He growled lowly and she shivered, pressing the gun harder

The snow was cold and the jacket did little to help her. Her breathing ruffled some of the dried leaves close by as adrenaline pumped through her.

"I will fucking kill him–kill them both!"

Namjoon would keep his promise. And that gave her all the more reasons to get out.

"No, you will not."

She hissed before navigating her fingers to press on the spot near his thumb, making him loosen his grip a bit but that was enough for her. Her elbow shoved on his jaw as she twisted her body out of his grip. Putting her weight on her upper body, she managed to flip him off her. Rolling over, they both were quickly back on their feet. The only difference being Namjoon's gun now kicked away while (Y/N) had her gun pointed at him.

His smile was unnerving--eyes still raging with emotions. Despite the low visibility, she could see how deranged he looked.

"Yeah, fire now. That would help you in future."

His voice had a tremble.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, squinting to get a better look at him. The faint lights told her that the edge of the woods was nearby.

She could fire. She had the gun– a loaded gun. But how could she?

She realised the emptiness she had within after looking at Namjoon's eyes. Her vision blurred but she blinked away the tear immediately.

It's the cold.

It's cold.

She told herself.

"Back off Namjoon. I have nothing to lose anymore. I can keep you off the radar. Just don't come after me."

"I will always come after you Darling. So, shoot me now."

He chuckled at her lack of response.

"Why? Can't pull the trigger? Don't you hate me?"

"You made a fool out of me." (Y/N) growled, feeling anger bubbling up on the surface "Deceived me. Lied to me. Backstabbed me!"

"And yet I loved you. All through my lies, I loved you...I did what I ought to do. But I could never kill you."

He was supposed to kill her?

"We are even now, aren't we? Just come back. Cut the chase."

His voice was a siren call. But she would not be deceived this time.

"We can never be even Namjoon. I lost everything because of people like you."

The loud sound of the door breaking made her whimper, but it was all muffled with the sound of gunfire.

Through tears and fabrics, she could only watch as the once cream wall splattered with blood, and more blood before the lights were out.

She gulped.

She should have forgotten it. Buried it deep down. But she never allowed herself to forget that. She had to remember each and everything so that she could tell the child psychiatrist. Each and Everything.

"And you think you are all angels in that uniform?"

She shook her head.

"No."

Lies were worn under uniforms as well. There was no difference.

" Of course, there are no angels in this world Namjoon."

Her world was turned upside down. Her perception was cracked and her beliefs toppled. She was dead to the world. Being dead in reality would not make much of a difference.

She had nothing to lose.

"But that won't matter."

With that, she pulled the trigger.

----

The streets were in a lull. At he peak of winter, snow blanketed the footpath the bicycle lanes hardly had any tracks. Red, golden and green lights lit up near doors and on windows, like vines creeping all around. Some doors had the wreath hanging with toy bells.

Byun was home after a double shift– weary eyes, sagging shoulders– he knew he needed a warm bath. The process of unlocking the door felt tedious, but as soon as she shut the door, the warmth of his apartment invited him.

It was freezing.

And the predictions were that it would snow heavily by the weekend. While everyone would be cozied under blankets and the roof of their homes, people like him would have to slave their way through the weekended to save the sorry-ass streets.

He threw his overcoat off, along with his cap before roughly taking off his watch—

He stood stiff, straining his ears while his fingers silently took out his gun.

Muffled voices from his bedroom door which was shut tight. He was home after more than twenty four hours but he remembered leaving it open.

He always left it open.

Deliberately, he made his way to his kitchen, making sure he made enough disturbances. Switching on his expresso machine, he stealthily glided along the walls, making it to his bedroom.

The muffled voices did not cease. Silently, he tried the door knob– unlocked.

In a flash, he kicked it open and aimed his gun towards the intruders, fully expecting people to fire at him.

Nothing.

The door creaked as it moved to and fro due to the force it was opened with, while the bedroom remained plunged in darkness and—-

The voice.

It was his voice!

Coming from a voice recorder sitting on the middle of the bed.

"Hi, I'm Byun. I have just prepared a team of four. They will come after your men. Reach the docks an hour before the time. I don't want them caught. No, listen, I can mislead for so long–they're no kids okay? Yeah they–*sigh* I am calling you through his phone so that we are safe. Tell Mr Lee all about the delivery– yeah—"

Byun reached quickly to shut it off, his gun still pointing ahead.

He was not wrong, his house was broken into.

A speeding car momentarily flashed some light into the darkness.

He was not alone.

"I've seen you...come out..." He demanded gruffly, keeping a cool exterior.

From the darkest corner, she emerged like a ghost. Parts hidden by the darkness, parts exposed by the uneven streetlight.

"A-aa—you fire that gun and yet this recording is going to be on air, I have put it on timer."

Her eyes flickered on the gun pointed on her direction but they were looking into his in no time.

"I wasn't going to shoot." Byun deadpanned.

"Why?" (Y/N) rose an eyebrow with an amused smirk.

"Because its you."

She only titled her head, "You underestimated me Byun."

His name sounded cold as she neared him.

"Like you underestimated my father."

"He died because he was foolish. I warned him against them–but he was stubborn. He brought it to himself. You were following his path."

She shook her head.

"I am not my father Byun. I learnt my lesson early."

The silence between them was thick and strained, but it lasted only a moment.

"I you kill me the department would know and—"

"I give you two straight options– either this recording of yours goes on-air and the police, the intelligence and Henchin himself come after you to give you the death you deserve...Or you end it all by yourself and make it easier for yourself."

Byun chuckled in disbelief.

"I am being merciful Byun. Take it while you can."

"You are showing me mercy because you can't kill me yourself." He pointed out.

"What would be worse? Your recording coming out or being killed by my hands?" She looked at the wall clock hanging behind him "Fifty seconds more, and it all is going to go on air. The department would want to look good in the public eye– they would want you behind bars, or dead... And Henchin would reach you behind bars too."

Conflict flickered all over his face, his forehead glistened.

"Lee will come after you." He tried to intimidate.

But (Y/N) only smiled– faint and tight– matching her steeled gaze

"I will be waiting."

"You cannot—"

"Ten."

"(Y/N)--" he hissed

"Nine"

"You will gain nothing!"

"Eight..."

"I–"

"Seven"

"STOP!"

"Six" She sniggered.

"Five."

He was growing breathless

"Fou–"

In a flash, he pointed his gun at his head"

BANG!

The once pristine wall beside him was sprayed with blood. Some flecked her face too as she watched his body drop down.

She would have stared longer, but she knew that she had no time to waste. Choosing the fire escape, she noiselessly made her way out of the building while muffled voice of disturbance and commotion began to stir up.

Once a safe distance away, (Y/N) wiped her face before fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from her coat's pocket.

As she lit her cigarette, she saw the trembling of her hands.

----

Continued here.

#yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere bts x reader #yandere namjoon #yandere rm #yandere namjoon x reader #yandere namjoon smut #yandere mafia namjoon #mafia namjoon #the taste of deceit hyungline #the taste of deceit

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ayacokeandpepsi · 3 months

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plz do this https://www.tumblr.com/supernovaenthusiast/742056036348903425/asstitsthighs-wskz?source=share

for enha hyungline+niki?(myb all of em)

thx

🍑Ass/tits/thighs w/ hyung line! Enhypen 🍒

(A/n: I will make a part 2 for the maknae line later this week)

Including: sunghoon, jay, Jake, heeseung

Cw: smut

Jay

Tits

Jay loves positions where he can easily play with and hold your tits as he pleases. Jay is the type of boyfriend to wake up horny and turn over to you still sleeping, snake his arms around your waist as his head dips into the underneath of your baggy t shirt, his warm fingers holding your ribs to keep you still as he slowly traces his warm and rough tongue against your nipples, “wake upppp” he’ll whisper-groan into your chest as you wake up to a pleasant surprise.

Jake

Thighs/tits

Jake also loves to be in a position where he can play with your tits with ease, bonus if he can put his mouth on them at the same time. He loves reverse cowgirl, because he can lick and suck at your neck while his fingers wander up your shirt and tease your nipples, his cock slowly slipping in between your thighs, sliding against your wet folds, rubbing against your clit. “Mmm baby just like that,” he’ll whisper into your neck as you grind against his now wet cock.

Heeseung

All

Heeseung likes to show his dominance by holding you by your waist, especially while making out. He’ll wrap one hand around your side and the other will be at the base of your spine, sensually kneading your ass softly, as he moans into your lips lazily. If you’re facing him, one hand will be quick to trail up your shirt and palm your boobs lightly, just enough to make you move into him for more.

Sunghoon

Thighs/tits

Sunghoon likes to bend you over a counter, his mouth leaving light love marks on the back of your knees up to the inside of your thighs. If he’s feeling needy, he’ll kneel down to you when you’re doing something standing up, pressing lazy kisses on the back of your thighs, whining into each kiss. His hands would be squeezing your legs, begging you to play with him.

End <3

(A/n- I will make a part 2 with the maknae line probably later this week, but I’m still sick so it might be delayed.)

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enha smut #jake smut #jay smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut

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thots4hee · 2 years

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Never in your life you would find yourself in this position. Half naked, legs apart and your boyfriend in between.

No, he’s not going down on you and its frustrating.

It was a joke at first, you were feeling lazy and couldn’t help but whine about not having your vagina shaved, and you were too occupied to set an appointment for a brazillian wax. So you blurted out to Jay, what if he shaved your vagina to save energy and money? You thought he was gonna shake his head and laughed. Finding the suggestion funny, but he was so down to it.

I WROTE THIS WAY BACK AUGUST???? AND IDK I LOST THE TRANCE TO WRITE THE SMUT SO....it was just a draft

#nini unfinished smut #nini writes #jay smut teaser #jay smut #jay smut enhypen #jay enhypen smut #enhypen hyungline hard thoughts #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours

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thiswasneverthat · 2 years

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stray kids ㅡ and their favorite part of your body

Genre: mature themes, smut

Word count: 500+

Hyungline version!

Chan.

He loves you inside and outside, from head to toe, yet his favourite part of your body is your tits. At the very beginning of your relationship with him, you continually caught him staring at your chest, either when you were both talking or when you were just chilling together in his apartment. Yet, that's all he could do back then. As much as he wants to hold your tits in his hands, fondling the soft flesh and sucking the nipples, he held himself back because he respected you. However, the moment you both took a further step into the relationship, he was no longer shy to show his admiration for your tits. He loves to play with your tits from behind when you are cooking, he loves to suck on your tits when you both sleep at night, and he loves it the most when you take his girthy cock in between your tits.

Minho.

When he's feeling playful or mischievousㅡ which happens every so often, he would palm your pussy through your jeans because it's his favourite thing in the world, anywhere, anytime. Or when he is stressed with work or there is something bothering his mind, he would come to you, kiss your neck and slowly slip his hand inside your panties. He can spend hours staying in bed only to lick, suck, toy with your clit and make you cum with his tongue and fingers. Only then, his problem will be long forgotten. There is nothing he loves more than to bury his cock balls deep inside your tight cunt, to watch his fingers disappear knuckle deep inside of you. More often than not, you wake up in the morning and find him in between your legs, planting feathery kisses along your thighs and nuzzling your clit with the tip of his nose.

Changbin.

A cheeky smile forms on his face every time you wear a mini skirt when he takes you out on a date. While driving, he would place his free hand on your thighs, squeezing and caressing the tender flesh. When you join him to hang out with his friends, he lets you sit on his lap because then he would slip his hand inside your skirt, sometimes even prodding your pussy with his fingers just to earn a reaction from you, a particular reaction that he loves the most. He doesn't care if his friends throw him a dirty glare. All he cares about is to take you home as soon as possible and have you sit on his face, squeezing his face in between your thighs.

Hyunjin.

If he could really have his way with you every single time, he won't let you wear anything other than panties at home. Be it just doing daily house chores, or chilling around doing nothing, his hands always find their way to your butts. Usually, when you both are watching a movie, he would fondle your butts and sometimes he even gives them a few light smacks. And not even halfway through the movie, he would ask you to straddle on his lap, with your panties off. You then would cling to him, letting him caress and do whatever he likes with your butts until he decides that he wants to continue to the bedroom.

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dollyyun · 1 month

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 19

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: mention of abuse, expletives, alcohol consumptions, smuts(kinda filthy but written in an amateur way lmao), fivesome with hyungline.

WORD COUNT: 10k+

FEATURING: itzy yeji and ryujin, stray kids hyunjin, chris(bang chan) and felix.

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I stare at my reflection on the mirror in the elevator, and I'm uncertain whether I love the amount of skin I'm showing or not. In fact, Aera suggested that I wear this red off-the-shoulder body-con silk dress, which accentuates my curves and allows my cleavage to be seen slightly. Aera, on the other hand, is wearing a similar body-con blue dress as mine, with the exception of the spaghetti strap. Without a doubt, she looks gorgeous.

Just earlier, Aera dragged me along with her back to our room to change into another set of clothes for the event tonight. She even insisted on helping me retouch my makeup. Throughout the process, I felt like a doll being groomed by its owner.

Presently, we are on our way to the after-party, which is the last section of the event and is only exclusive to close families and friends from both sides of the newlywed. Since it is hosted at a premium bar, which is situated just a level below the grand ballroom, Sophia obviously is not permitted to enter, so both Kelly and Minjun have decided to bring her back to their room.

"We are so going to have a blast!" Aera is brimming with enthusiasm, which is infectious, as I find myself smiling faintly despite the fact that my high spirit has withered due to seeing Hwang Minhyuk once again.

Yeji and Haneul kept their words, never informing any of our family members about Minhyuk's unwelcome arrival. On the other hand, I am tempted to let Aera know, but I don't want to dampen the mood.

I shake my head lightly as we step out of the elevator. I can't allow myself to be affected by that monster, not when I've long since recovered from the abuse and trauma he inflicted upon me for years.

No, I will not let him take this away from me. I'm surrounded by people who I can trust to unconditionally support me, and I most certainly won't allow that monster to hurt my loved ones. Hwang Minhyuk can rot in the deepest depths of hell with his precious Rena.

"Woah, girl! Slow down! The bar isn't going anywhere!" Aera exclaims in between giggles as soon as I drag her with me to enter the bar after having our identifications and RSVPs checked.

I don't release Aera from my grasp, even as I take a look around the massive bar that probably expands at least half of the floor here. Honestly, the bar looks more like an actual club with its red and purple LED lights that illuminate the entire floor and the house music that is playing as it reverberates across the expanse of the bar. There is even an intimately demarcated indoor pool that the translucent barrier allows those near the pub to gaze upon, with a few individuals already playing in it, most likely Haneul's guests.

It appears that both Yeji and Haneul have booked the entire bar, considering that I recognise these faces from prior to the wedding ceremony. I spot my brother from afar, settling on one of the tables that is surrounded by presumably no strangers to him, given how his usual intimidating countenance seems animated.

"If I had known that there was a pool, I would've brought my swimsuit." Aera's pouty voice brings my attention to her. "Hey, why don't we find my brother and the rest of the guys?"

"Uh, no way. I can't risk anything since my brother is here." I tug at her hand to pull her back, just as she tries to walk away. "Remember what I told you earlier?" Back in our room, I informed Aera about my concern about revealing my relationship with them to my family.

"We're just meeting them under the pretence of you being their friend." Aera bats her eyelashes at me in an innocent manner while mischief glints in her eye. "But I'm not certain that they would be able to control and keep their hands to themselves once they see you."

"So you did have an ulterior motive when you suggested this dress?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at her.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Aera shrugs her shoulders indifferently, but with my glare straight at her face, she concedes. "Okay, fine. You caught me. But I swear, I had a good intention!"

"And what intention does it entail?"

"To test them to see if they could control themselves because, babe, you're actually smoking hot." Aera drawls, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "If you hadn't noticed, they're completely obsessed with you. Heck, I even saw how frustrated my brother was by your avoidance."

I roll my eyes. "I'm sure Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki have informed them about it. Even if they disagree with me, they'll just have to suck it up and just deal with it."

"You know what? I agree." Aera nods her head, though there is a smirk on her face. "Just like you might have to deal with the consequences of being adamantly stubborn in your resolve."

I gasp, offended. "Hey!"

"And there goes the incoming tension." Aera whistles lowly, her eyes are fixed straight ahead, to which I turn my head to look at where she is looking.

The sight itself makes my heart lurch in my chest while the annoying jitters return, as do the butterflies in their wake. It appears that they, too, have changed their formal outfit into something a little more laid-back, but enough to make me drool. Seated on the couches from afar are Heeseung, Jay, Jaeyun, and Sunghoon.

Heeseung catches my eye the instant, and though his face is devoid of emotion, his gaze alone is enough to let me know that he's the predator to my prey. He is leisurely seated on the couch with his legs spread while holding a glass of wine. My eyes begin to shamelessly scan his appearance. His black v-line top is accompanied by a white coat with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing his silver necklace with a ring pendant resting on his chest. His mullet lures me to skim my fingers through his soft locks.

Next to him is Jaeyun, who is sitting a little politely with his leg diagonally crossed over the other. He is dressed in a baby blue blouse with an unbuttoned top, allowing his chain necklace to be visible as it rests on his neckline, to which he mindlessly fiddles with it while a grin graces his handsome countenance. Jaeyun appears to be conversing with Jay, who is seated on the other single couch, which allows me to appreciate his fine countenance.

Jay is donning an outfit similar to Heeseung's, with the exception of being all white. His slicked-back hair with a few loose strands hovering over his chiselled forehead sends a flutter to my heart, as it is one of my favourite hairstyles on him. His lips form a smirk with a dimple on his cheek, probably finding amusement in whatever Jaeyun is saying.

Feeling another heated pair of eyes drilling into my face, I turn to meet Sunghoon's eyes. There is something about Sunghoon in black leather. The material is clad around his muscles, and even I can see how taut the material is against his biceps. Warmth weaves across my cheeks as I realise that he is mirroring Heeseung's manspread.

As soon as I'm done blatantly checking them out, I unintentionally return my gaze to Heeseung, but this time, all of their eyes are on me. I don't know what they are thinking, but the look on their faces denotes approval, as they seem to check me out quite openly, despite the intimidating aura they exude.

"Babe, I don't know what just happened, but that was hot as fuck." Aera snaps me out of the trance as I look at her. There is a stupid grin on her face. "I'm totally living for the tension."

"There is no tension." I assert, still feeling their eyes on me. "Tonight, I want to steer clear of them. Let's go and get to drinking."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aera and I headed for the pub, and coincidentally, Yeji and Haneul arrived, to which everyone cheered and applauded the newlywed once again before resuming their respective endeavours while some approached the newlywed and engaged in conversation.

I leisurely take sips of my vodka soda, which is in the interesting colour of vibrant blue. From my peripheral vision, Aera is still on a video call with Jeongin and yapping away while her other hand is gripping her half-empty vodka.

"Stella." Yeji's voice brings my attention to her, and at the same time, her hand is placed on my lower back. Without moving from the stool, I turn to my body to face her, who is staring at me with such concern as though I might break at any moment of time. "How are you feeling?"

In response, I manage a smile—a genuine one at that. "I feel great! Better than I ever was!"

"Uh oh, is this the alcohol talking?" Yeji narrows her eyes at the glass in my hand.

"It's a party, Yeji Unnie. We need to loosen up ourselves and move along the flow." I don't know why, but I do genuinely feel delighted. Upon seeing Yeji's apparent wariness, I pat her shoulder and chuckle. "Don't worry, big sis. I promise that I'm completely sober."

"Stella has a high alcohol tolerance." Aera chimes in, probably having ended her call with Jeongin. "I think the person you should worry most about once she's drunk is me, Yeji."

Yeji darts her eyes between us before her gaze lingers on my face a little longer, and upon seeing how evidently relaxed I appear, she heaves a sigh and musters a smile. "Alright. Just make sure to enjoy yourselves in a safe manner."

"Honey! You remember Alex from my department back in college?" Haneul appears with an unfamiliar man beside him, and just like that, Yeji withdraws herself from us and entertains the guests.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, baby sis." Hyunjin comes into our view with two unfamiliar men following him from behind.

I greet him with a teasing grin. "Shouldn't you be looking for your other baby sister?"

"She's busy with her husband entertaining their guests." Hyunjin tells me before introducing the two gentlemen. "These are my best friends, Felix and Chris. Coincidentally, they've been close friends with Haneul since college."

"So you're the sister we've been hearing about." The blonde mullet surprises me by how deep his voice sounds, as does the apparent Australian accent. He offers me a charming grin with his hand extended to me. "Hey, I'm Felix. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I reciprocate the handshake and offer him a small smile in return. "Stella." The moment I introduce myself, Felix grips my hand gently before raising it to give me a kiss on my knuckles.

"We know. We've heard so much about you from your yapping brother." Felix chuckles deeply as he gently releases my hand.

"Oh, did he, now?" I divert my gaze to Hyunjin while the latter smiles sheepishly.

"He couldn't help it. He has always been incredibly proud of you, including the fact that you play an important role in the Formula 1 industry." The raven-haired man, with a similar accent to Felix's, speaks. His kind eyes meet mine while a smile touches his lips. He extends his hand to me, to which I reciprocate. "I'm Chris."

"Nice meeting you two." I say politely before turning to Aera, who has been silent and watching with calculating eyes. "This is my best friend, Aera." Aera shoots them a smile, though it is rather a curt one, before she resumes minding her own business.

"Hyunjin!" An unfamiliar voice calls for my brother from afar as he waves his hand, to which Hyunjin looks at the person with a smile of recognition. Hyunjin returns his gaze to us. "I'll be right back, and don't even try to do anything funny with my sister." He directs the warning to the two gentlemen before walking away.

"Say, would you like to join us?" Felix asks, directing his question to both Aera and me. "We can have shots while we wait for Hyunjin, or even play the pool since the more players, the merrier."

"Did you say shots?" Aera butts in, no longer is there the perceptible hostility she exuded earlier. A Cheshire grin spreads across her lips. "I'm in."

"Great! What about you, Stella?" Chris asks with all eyes on me.

"You should join! Shots are your expertise, after all!" Aera beams at me before looking back at the guys. "She's a champion. Once, we were at a club, and there was this contest where participants were required to take as many shots as they could handle."

"Let me guess, Stella won?" Felix chuckles.

"Yup. I had no idea how she managed to stay sober even after taking too many shots. She's a beast."

"It's nothing." I shrug my shoulders. "Anyone can drink that many shots and still stay sober."

"So, Miss Champion, wanna take on the challenge once more?" Felix asks, raising his eyebrow at me.

A challenging glint in my eyes. "You're on."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

At first, the challenge was purely for entertainment between the four of us, with Aera and I on the same team and Felix and Chris on the same team. But as time passes, we draw attention from the other guests, and soon after, some of them decide to participate in the challenge as well, including Haneul, who looks exhilarated in his element.

"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!"

The crowd around me chants loudly, as does the bass-boosted music that is playing in the background, galvanising me into downing the ninth shot as I throw my head to the back. I'm still sober, but being in this element makes me feel exhilarated.

The tequila trickles down my burning throat before I slam down the glass shot on the table, smirking as I feel excessive content that trickles down my chin. It looks like I'm the only one left standing while the others who participated are either inebriated or have given up and rest aside. I can't precisely recall the last time I had this much fun.

"Come on, Stella! A few more shots! You got this!" Aera, in her drunken stupor, cheers for me, with Sunoo holding her against him. I don't miss the way Sunoo's eyes gleam with concern for me, but I am too exhilarated to care about anything else other than proving that I'm a champion at taking shots.

"You go girl!"

"Holy shit! She took all of those shots just like that?!"

"Isn't she Yeji's sister?"

"I had no idea Yeji's sister was smoking hot."

I disregard every comment amidst the cheers and continue to down a few more shots. I lick my bottom lip as I grab for the last glass, and this time, with the adrenaline rush through my every fibre, I rise from my seat and climb on the table while the volume of the cheers increases as they watch me throw my head to my back with one last shot.

The cheers reverberate throughout the entire floor as they applaud me. With the corner of my lips curving into a smirk, I wipe the dampness on my chin with my thumb, but as my gaze accidentally falls to certain individuals who have been watching me in silence not so far from where we are, something stirs within me.

They don't look the slightest pleased, but at the same time, similar provocative sentiments reflect in their dark, dangerous gaze. Forcing myself to look away from them, I decide to dismount from the table, but Felix instantly swoops in to assist me, his hands on my waist as he brings me down until I'm standing on both feet.

With the applause and compliments thrown at me from the crowd, I thank them with a smile in return before they slowly disperse, mainly to the dance floor.

"Wow. You were amazing." Felix expresses his amazement, chuckling breathily as he stands close to me, but I disregard the close proximity between us and continue to remain friendly with him.

"And you were a loser." I tease, wearing a lopsided grin on my moist lips from all the shots. "Five shots only? Was that all you could take?"

"Hey! Not everyone can be as professional as you!" Felix counters playfully. "But seriously, though, you're a beast. I've never met a girl as interesting as you before."

"Is this the part where you ask me for a dance?" I ask as the grin persists on my lips. "Because I'm certainly ready to dance the night away!" I laugh gleefully, and without waiting for him, I weave through the crowd to make my way to the dance floor, where the newlyweds can be seen dancing silly in their own little world while Hyunjin is being suspiciously intimate with a fine lady as they dance to the rhythm of the music.

"Stella." Riki's voice, as well as his grip on my wrist, forces me to stop in my tracks. As I look at him, his face looks serious. "I think you should stop."

A frown tugs at my lips while my face contorts into confusion. "Stop what?"

"The avoiding being seen by us and all." Riki says in a low whisper. "Just so you know, Sunoo and I are still totally fine about it, but that can't be said the same for the rest."

I scoff. "Yeah? And how are they going to stop me?"

Riki observes my face carefully before he heaves a sigh and releases my hand. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Stel."

"Here you are, doll." Jungwon's voice from the side prompts me to look at him, and to say he looks calm somehow makes me nervous. "Are you done?"

"Done with the party?" I back away from them, grinning deviously as I feel oddly intoxicated despite being sober. "Nahhhh. But if you're done, you can leave! There's the exit!"

This time, Jungwon doesn't bother concealing his annoyance. "Stella─"

But I can no longer hear him, nor do I see the sight of him as I finally arrive by the dance floor. My body moves naturally to the infectious rhythm, the alcohol in my system adding to my euphoric sways. I don't know the people who I'm dancing with, but we go with the flow, laughing and enjoying the moment, until I am being tugged hard before I bump into Felix, who is holding my forearm.

"You left me." Felix feigns sadness. "I've been trying to search for you."

"Well, I'm here now." I chuckle. "Show me your moves, then." Judging by his flawless dance skills, I can definitely confirm that he must be in the same career field as Hyunjin.

"Woah!" I stumble into him just as someone shoves their way from behind, resulting in me losing my balance, but Felix holds me steady with his hands on my waist.

"Rude." Felix clicks his tongue in annoyance before looking at me worriedly. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I think." I chuckle breathily while my head throbs faintly. "I guess all the tequila shots are starting to get to me."

"You should drink water after this." Felix suggests, to which I nod, but then comes the awkward silence. It takes me some time to realise that his hands remain on my waist and that there is a lack of space between our bodies, causing me to snap out of it as my eyes widen.

Just as I open my mouth, I feel a heavy presence behind me, and the sound of his voice cuts through the air like a razor-sharp knife, enough to make us both go flinching.

"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend."

Shivers run down my spine at how pissed-off he sounds with his low and husky voice, resounding enough to reach both of our ears.

Felix, however, does not remove his hands from me. Instead, Felix cocks an eyebrow at him in a challenge before looking back at me. "You know this dude?"

"Yes, she does." He says with a snarl.

Felix's eyes harden as he releases me, now attempting to square up. "She can speak for herself. Who the hell even are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend, you dumb fuck─"

"Enough." I step in between them just as they are close enough to nearly land a punch on one another. I look at Felix with my lips pressed thinly. "I apologise for my boyfriend's behaviour."

"Apologise?" I hear him scoffing in disbelief.

Disappointment shines in Felix's eyes before he musters a tight smile. "It's fine. I should go."

"Yeah, you should! You should get the fuck away from my girl!"

"Jaeyun." I hiss, turning my head to glare at a pissed-off Jaeyun. "You're being ridiculous!"

Amidst my annoyance, I can't deny the fact that I am more than intimidated by Jaeyun's aura. He clicks his tongue, smirking as he does so while taking deliberate steps forward, which I instinctively back away from. "Are you kidding me right now, love?"

I swallow harshly. "You're being territorial for nothing! Felix meant no harm. He's just a friend."

"A friend who eye-fucks you?" Jaeyun tilts his head to one side, his gaze on me remaining heated, while the smirk on his lips widens just a fraction. "Hey, Jay. You heard what our girl just said?" He says without breaking eye contact.

In an instant, a gasp leaves my lips as soon as my back hits a solid chest. I don't even have the chance to move away, as he has his strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"Is that so?" Jay says softly beside my ear, his breath hitting the shell of my earlobe as does the tip of his nose. But I know better than to be deceived by the softness of his voice. My heart flutters when he kisses my cheek and remains there before a faux sigh leaves his lips. "Baby's been bad."

I bite down on my lip harshly, hating how my body is starting to feel affected by his touch. "We can't be seen like this─"

"I don't give a fuck about whether your brother or sister sees us now." Jay speaks harshly beside my ear while his grip on me tightens. "You've been bad, baby."

"Ignoring your men throughout the event and talking to other men, taking shots like a champ," Jaeyun lists down, standing close until I'm being sandwiched by them. He grips my chin firmly and forces eye contact with me. "Dancing with another man and allowed him to fucking touch you."

My mind is intoxicated by their strong cologne and their touch on my body. "He's just a friend." I adamantly insist, though I feel strongly weakened by their assertive dominance, which feels suffocating.

"Jungwon told us about you acting like a brat earlier." Jaeyun tuts, reprimanding me. "I must say that we're rather disappointed in you."

"Guess it's time for our girl to learn a lesson." Jay places a sensual kiss below my ear, where my throbbing pulse is.

"Fuck you." I blurt out whatever comes to mind, but despite my vexation, a familiar heat stirs within me.

"Such foul words aren't suitable coming from those pretty lips of yours." Jaeyun closes the gap between our lips, but he doesn't kiss me. Instead, he chuckles breathily against my lips. "How about I put those lips of yours around something else for lesson one?"

"Like your dick?" I go straight to the point, whispering against his lips while a smirk touches my lips. "No thanks. I'd rather suck a lollipop. At least a lollipop has flavour."

"My, my. She is a brat." Jay chuckles at Jaeyun. "Should we let her go for now?"

"Of course. If our girl wants to act like a brat, then she'll have to deal with the consequences." Jaeyun states calmly without tearing his gaze off my eyes.

"Go back to the entrance and wait there." Jay instructs as he speaks softly in my ear amidst the loud music in the background. "Don't you even dare to escape. Understood, baby?"

Feigning compliance, I acquiesce with a head nod before Jay releases me. I don't waste time pushing my way through the crowd, all the while my pulses drum loudly in my ears. A part of me is afraid, but another part of me feels exhilarated about what is to come next.

Maybe it's the alcohol that is slowly taking effect on me, but I do feel a little rebellious right now, and I want to test to see how far they can last with their patience. And so, instead of waiting for any of them by the entrance, I walk briskly towards the elevator that coincidentally opens as soon as I reach it.

A triumphant grin smears across my lips as I step in and push the button, but the moment I turn around, my eyes widen just slightly as he enters as well. Unlike Jay and Jake, there are no traces of anger in his countenance. Instead, he appears calm and collected, with his hands tucked in his pockets.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

His honeyed voice is alluring, tempting me to fall into his trap, which is the facade he puts up. The elevator closes, leaving me completely alone and vulnerable with him. Upon the protracted silence from me, his lips unfurl a soft smirk. "Afraid, sweetheart? There's nothing to be afraid of." He extends his hand to me while he continues to speak in a soft, gentle tone that weakens me. "Hold my hand."

I hesitate for a moment, but I eventually give in, placing my hand on his. He grips it firmly before raising it to kiss the back of my hand. "See? There is nothing to be afraid of."

The elevator opens, revealing the floor where my room is situated. He tugs me along with him, prompting me to follow. With every step I take, my heart is beating at a rapid pace, and I feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement when we walk past my room, having no intention to stop. That is, until he abruptly stops near the door, which is situated right at the far end.

"Heeseung." I utter his name in a shaky breath, but the next thing I know, he has me pinned against the wall beside the door, holding underneath my thigh and hoisting my leg to his hip.

"Shh." He places his finger against my lips. His voice remains softer than ever, but I am no fool to ignore the danger lurking beneath. "You didn't think you could get away after all the stunts that you pulled tonight?" He asks in a murmur as his finger slides downward slowly. "What was his name? The guy who touched you?"

"Felix." I answer meekly.

"Felix." Heeseung repeats his name in a mockery. "Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't have played with fire, taunting us with the way you danced with him and how he held your curves."

I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me swiftly when he slams his lips on mine, kissing me hard with such fervour that is unlike any other. He kisses like he's punishing me, and yet, I find myself succumbing to his dark allure willingly.

He bites down on my bottom lip, enough to hurt me just slightly. A whimper crawls the back of my throat. "Hee." At once, I hear faint laughter from five doors down the corridor. Kelly and Minjun. I grab a fist of his black tip, trying to pull away from his unforgiving lips. "Hee, my dad and Kelly." I whimper once more.

Heeseung obviously has no intention to stop with the way he is kissing me senselessly, which has me fluttering my eyes closed and allowing him to punish me through his kisses. The wet smacking sound of our lips bounces off these walls, and I know for a fact that I'm doomed if Minjun or Kelly decide to step outside.

"Heyyyyy, Heeseungggg!" Aera's sluggish voice calls out from afar, and I'm thankful because he stops moving his lips on mine, sighing against my lips in annoyance before pulling away and allowing me to finally breathe.

My lips feel swollen from the aftermath as I lean the back of my head against the wall, watching as Heeseung turns to the side and looks at Aera.

"Heeseung, a little help?" Sunoo's voice draws my attention, and I spot him supporting Aera with her arm draped around his neck while he holds her waist. "I still need to get Ni-Ki and Jungwon sober since they drank too much."

"I feel like throwing up!" Aera moans, her limbs flailing in Sunoo's grasps.

I catch the way Heeseung's jaw clenches before he returns his gaze to mine. "See you in awhile, yeah?" He whispers, leaning down to kiss my forehead sweetly before he releases me.

"Heyyy, I saw what you did there!" Aera giggles, her eyes going droopy. "She's hot, right? You better thank me, big bro!"

As I watch them, I am distracted by the sound of a door swinging open at the side. When I turn, I am met by Sunghoon, who is leisurely leaning his back against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. His lips curve into a smirk as he looks at me. "Look who it is. The bratty princess has graced us with her presence."

I shoot him a glare, totally not amused. "Call me brat one more time."

The smirk on his lips falls flat. The aura he exudes is akin to the other three. "Get inside."

I hold my chin up in defiance. "No."

"Get.Inside." He punctuates, his voice is deeper and darker. "Or I'll have you thrown over my shoulder and make you regret it."

"Fuck no." I turn my back on him with the intention of walking away, but I should know better than to challenge him.

"Park Sunghoon!" I hiss, trying my best not to scream as he carries me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I kick my legs in the air and throw weak punches on his back, but in return, his palm lands hard on my butt-cheek.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Sunghoon throws me on the bed, barely giving me time to comprehend how things are escalating so fast within the night as he hovers on top of me with his fingers curling around my neck firmly. I flutter my eyelashes, staring at him in a way that has him clenching his jaw while his dark eyes penetrate into mine.

"Who was he, and why the fuck did he touch you that way?" He asks harshly, his veins along his neck protruding just slightly.

Feigning undeterred by his sheer anger, I scoff out a smirk, cocking my eyebrow at him with a challenging glint in my eye. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Park." I gasp as soon as he tightens his grip around my neck. I grit my teeth as I shoot him a glare. "Screw you. He was nothing more than just a friend."

"I'm so gonna enjoy fucking the attitude out of you." He snarls, descending his hand to my lower region, until he presses his fingers on my panties which have long since leaked with the pre-essence.

"Oh? What is this?" He asks mockingly, stroking upward on the outlines of my wet folds against the material of my panties. "The brat is wet." A smirk touches his lips as he hooks his fingers around the string of my panties before pulling it down, nearly ripping it off, and tossing it elsewhere.

"Not wet for you." The lie rolls easily from my tongue, but soon, I feel a hard smack on my wet folds, eliciting a gasp from me while my hips jerk at the painful yet pleasurable sensation.

"And the brat lies too." He sneers down at me and lands another smack on my pulsating cunt. This time, I don't hold back as I moan breathily. "Such a bratty slut. You're liking this?" He smacks again and again, until he has me whining underneath him.

"Please." I buck my hips, attempting to feel something to relieve my pulsating cunt, which is in dire need of being ruined.

"You seem to forget that this is a punishment." His thumb comes into contact with my sensitive clit, slowly rubbing it while keeping his eyes on my face, watching as my breaths become heavier.

"Sunghoon." I plead once more, and this time, he gives me what I want, instantly shoving two of his long, slender fingers into my hole, moving in and out at a fast pace that has me moaning uncontrollably at the sheer sensitivity.

"Fucking hell. You're so, so wet." Sunghoon hisses, relentlessly fucking his fingers into me before I feel his fingers curled inside. I latch my hands on his forearm, rutting and moving my hips in a way to feel him deeper.

"Hoon!" My back is arched with my eyes rolling to the back, and my mouth falls slack at the intense buildup of the climax that will come crashing down at any moment of time.

"Not yet, princess." Despite his words, he continues to fuck me with his fingers, the wetness from my slippery folds echos in the room as they overpower my moans. Though my orgasm is impending, I desperately move my hips sensually, having my aching clit that is in need of attention grind against his wrist. "Ride my fingers just like that, princess. Ride it like you're riding my dick." His words of encouragement fuel me to ride his fingers exactly the way I would ride a dick.

Sunghoon continues to whisper such filthy words to me, occasionally kissing my cheek. "Yeah? Scream my name, princess."

I bite down on my lip hard, refusing to scream. My defiance seems to fuel his vexation, fucking into me fast. "I said fucking scream."

"Hoon." A pathetic whimper leaves my lips instead, to which he sighs in disappointment and abruptly pulls his fingers away from my cunt. Tears prick in my eyes, feeling frustrated that he pulled away just before I could come down from the high.

"You're so fucking mean!" A whine tears from my throat as I attempt to shove him away from me, pushing him to the chest, and in retaliation, he grabs both of my forearms and pulls me up, forcing me to sit straight. He swiftly wraps my legs around his waist and carries me somewhere else until he decides to settle himself on the couch.

"Don't forget that you're still in trouble." Sunghoon dismisses my glare, and his hand ascends to brush my messy locks away from my face frame. His eyes scan from my body to my face, causing the smirk to return to his lips. "Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look?"

"No." I mumble moodily.

"That's because it's your fault." He pulls me by the nape harshly and kisses me hard, akin to how Heeseung had kissed me earlier, except Sunghoon doesn't make it hurt. He pushes his tongue inside the hot cavern of my mouth while I helplessly moan into his mouth. He pulls away just slightly, breathing harshly against my moist lips. "If you hadn't been avoiding me like a plague, I would've already told you how gorgeous you looked."

"You guys started without us?" Jaeyun's voice draws my attention as I look to the side. My heart nearly combusts at the side of Jaeyun, grinning lazily with his hands tucked inside his pockets as he leans sideways against the doorframe.

"What took you guys so long to get here?" Sunghoon asks roughly, still holding me in place on his lap. Heat spreads through my face as Jaeyun's eyes flicker down at my bare leg that is straddling Sunghoon's thigh.

"We had to help Sunoo with a drunken situation involving Riki and Jungwon." Jaeyun explains, oh so casually, as if the sight of me being half-bare naked from the bottom sitting on top of his best friend is the norm.

"Heeseung will be a little late." My heart lurches in my chest at the moment Jay appears from behind Jaeyun as he enters the room. "He's helping Sunoo deal with Aera. Apparently, she threw up quite a lot."

"Now, what shall we do with you, my love?" Jaeyun asks with his head tilted to one side, striding towards us.

Sunghoon grabs a fist of my hair from behind, tugging it firmly. "Answer his question, princess."

"You guys are a bunch of mean fucks." I scoff out, refusing to be obedient, which they thought I would be. In return, Sunghoon tugs my hair rather painfully, eliciting a wince from me.

"I think the one who is mean here is you, babe." Jay tuts in disapproval. "We're your boyfriends, aren't we?"

"Yes." I wince again as Sunghoon doesn't relent, but he dips his head down to pepper sensual kisses on my neck, adding pleasure to the pain.

With my head being forced to turn sideways, Jaeyun comes bending down to my eye level. "Then fucking treat us like your boyfriends." Jaeyun looks at Sunghoon. "Hoon, let her go."

To my surprise, Sunghoon complies, pulling away from my neck and releasing his painful grip on my hair. When he rises from the couch, I do too, but there is no way to escape, not when I'm surrounded by them.

"Now, love, you said that you'd rather suck a lollipop because it has a flavour." Jaeyun settles where Sunghoon previously sat on the couch. "I want you to get on your knees and suck me until you swallow every drop, since you wanted a flavour, right?" He asks mockingly.

I know that I should be acting defiant since I wanted to test the limitations of their patience, but the thought of sucking him off salivated in my mouth. Before I know it, I sit on my knees politely with my eyes fixated on him as he unbuckles his belt before discarding everything till he is bare, resulting in my mouth literally watering at the sight of his cock, fully erect. Without a word, I grab his length, and my thumb teasingly brushes his slit with pre-essence leaking, eliciting a hiss from him.

"Don't even think about teasing me." Jake grits his teeth, and dare I say he looks enticing despite how he is glaring at me. "Suck me until I'm done dumping it all into your mouth."

I comply, not wanting to get into any more trouble than I already do. Leaning down, my mouth begins to envelop its head, but before I can take him deeper at my own pace, Sunghoon presses the back of my head, forcing me to take Jake deeper in an abrupt manner. Jake immediately grab a fist of my hair, moving my head.

I almost choke on how thick his cock is. I flutter my eyes close, trying to breathe through my nose, before continuing to bobble my head up and down. Jake's moans sound like music to my ears as I continue to administer my skills in sucking him good, my tongue swirling around the tip that has him fisting my hair harder, tugging it painfully.

"That's it. Take him deep, princess." Sunghoon coos by the side, bending down to caress my now tear-stained cheek. "Such a hungry cockslut for us."

I moan in return, and the vibration from the back of my throat shoots to his dick, sending Jake into a frenzy as he moans. "Just like that." He throws his head to the back in a state of ecstasy that has me humming in approval. "Shit! I'm cumming!"

I don't stop, instead sucking him harder to the point where my cheeks are starting to hurt, as does my aching clit which is begging to be touched and rubbed. Finally, his tip starts to spurt out his essence, and I swallow eagerly until nothing is left, hearing him moan out, which has me craving his approval.

"Good fucking girl." Jay caresses my hair as he praises me while I slowly remove myself from Jake's softened dick. Jay helps me up, but he turns me around to face him, making my face contort into a confused frown.

"What's the safe word, baby?" Jay asks softly, his hand gently caressing my arm. Though his administration is soft, his gaze alone is looking at me dangerously, just as the rest do, and I know that I'm inevitably fucked.

"Um, red?" I say the instant it pops into my head. Before I can speak, my vision is slowly and wholly obscured by a blindfold. My heart begins to pound harder in anticipation. My hand reaches up to touch it. "What is this for?"

"Part of your punishment." Jay replies calmly as he holds my hand, preventing me from touching it. "It's one of many of Sunghoon and Jake's kinks."

I hear Jake scoff in disbelief. "You're into it too!"

"Enough talking." Sunghoon's deep voice speaks beside my ear, his hands place on my hips, gripping them as he presses his body against mine from behind, eliciting a soft gasp from me at the feeling of his hardened bulge. I feel him unzipping down my dress slowly before his lips come into contact with my shoulder blade, sending a shiver down my spine. The instant my dress drops to the floor, the cool air from the room temperature has my nipples hardening.

"Look. Baby's dripping wet." Jay coos before I feel his hand on my waist while the other strokes my damp underwear, eliciting a moan from me. "How are you so wet just from sucking Jake?"

"Because she's a slut." Sunghoon trails his kisses along my shoulder blade, pushing my hair to the side. He nips at my earlobe, just enough to cause pain. "Our slut." He purrs.

I gasp once more as soon as Jay slams his lips on mine, kissing me hard as though he needs air. I feel Sunghoon's hands descend from my shoulders and stop at where my breasts are, cupping them roughly with his fingers pinching and fiddling with my hardened nipples, eliciting a moan from me, which Jay greedily swallows and invades the hot cavern of my mouth with his tongue.

"Fuck, that's so hot." I hear Jake cussing out loud, and judging by his rasp and heavy breathing, I'm assuming that he's palming himself and jacking off.

I don't know how long I've been sandwiched between two hot men, but long enough to realise that they have brought me to the bed. Jay detaches his lips from my swollen ones before I hear something shuffling. No break is given to me as Sunghoon forces my head to turn sideways with his hand cradling my jaw before he envelops me in a searing kiss.

But soon, I feel a hand tugging at mine before he pulls me to him. "Lay down on your back for me, baby." Jay instructs me, to which I comply. The second my back hits the mattress, Jay wastes no time in hooking his arms underneath my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the bed, my legs resting over his shoulders.

A breathy moan escapes from me the instant he attaches his mouth to my clit, tentatively licking and sucking the bundle while my hands attempt to reach down to grab his hair, but I feel another pair of hands holding my arms, preventing me from doing so. The next thing I know, those hands pin mine above my head firmly before I feel a smooth leather belt tying around my wrists, tight enough for me to be unable to break free.

"No." I weakly protest in a breathy moan, rolling my hips forward as Jay teasingly slides down his wet muscle to my folds before delving into my wet cunt as though he is trying to find something. "Please, let me touch you." I plead, my hips rutting against his face, resulting in my clit grazing against the tip of his nose.

"No can do, princess. This is your punishment." Sunghoon speaks above me as I feel him caressing my cheek before he trails his fingers downward and stops at where my hardened nipple is, pinching and rolling the pearl between his fingers.

"I'm cumming!" I announce in a moan, the orgasm crashing down on me without any warning while Jay continues to lap my cunt, not wasting any essence to escape from his tongue. Finally, he pulls away, and I hear him scoff. "Baby came without permission." I can imagine the smirk on Jay's face just by the way he speaks.

"Did she, now?" Sunghoon tuts in disapproval and pinches my nipple for one last time before I feel him dipping off the bed. The next thing I know, a pair of hands manhandle me, turning me over with my stomach flat on the mattress. "Ass up." Sunghoon commands sternly, and despite my still trembling thighs, I do so with a little difficulty due to my wrists being bound by the belt.

I hear shuffling behind me before my body jolts in surprise when a palm lands a sharp smack on my ass, eliciting a pained moan from me. He does it again, again, and again until he has me in tears due to how hurtful it is, and yet I can feel wetness forming on my wet folds.

"Can't believe she's fucking dripping." Jaeyun remarks with a condescending chuckle from the couch behind us.

"Please." I flinch as soon as he smacks my ass again while I attempt to entice him to take me as I push my ass towards him.

"Please what?" Sunghoon asks, mocking me, and this time, his palms rub my sore cheek, which is probably in the shade of red.

"Please fuck me." I manage to utter, my eyes closing at his fingers sliding on my wet folds in a teasing manner.

"Should we give into what baby wants?" Jay's question seems to be directed at the two of them.

"If princess wants to get fucked, then she'll get fucked." Sunghoon's rough voice turns me on, as does the moment he taps his cock against my wet folds while I wait in anticipation.

"Ah!" My body almost jolts forward as soon as he shoves his cock into my waiting hole. He slowly withdraws his cock with just the tip remaining before shoving into me hard once more, and he repeatedly does it. I feel him leaning his body forward before he grabs my bound wrists and holds them behind, forcing my upper body to raise just slightly.

A series of moans elicit from me while I nearly drool, hating and loving how rough and unforgiving his paces are with his hips slamming hard against my ass. I hear him grunting every now and then while his grip on my tied wrists tightens.

"How are you so tight even after letting your boyfriends use your sweet hole?" Sunghoon asks harshly in between grunts. "Answer me, princess."

"I─" I succumb to the delirious sensation of his cock, unable to form any coherent words.

"Baby can't talk?" I feel Jay brushing my hair.

"I can!" I gasp as soon as Sunghoon uses his strength with ease, forcing my upper body to rise with his strong arm wrapping around my waist for support as I stand on my knees while still continuing to pound his meat into me.

"You want to get fucked dumb, princess?" He asks breathily beside my ear, while I am unable to respond. "We'll fuck you dumb, alright."

I feel the bed dipping in front of me before Sunghoon carefully lowers me until I feel myself coming into contact with a warm body and my boobs pressed against his solid chest. Sunghoon pulls out from my pulsating cunt, eliciting a dissatisfied whine from me.

"Shhh, I know, baby." Jay, who is underneath me, says softly as he holds my thighs to spread them apart. "We're gonna fill you up so good."

"Careful not to hurt her." Jaeyun's concerned voice makes my heart swell. "She hasn't done anal before."

I feel Sunghoon spreading my ass cheeks, and in an instant, my jaw goes slacken as he breaches the entry of my anal hole with his tip. "Ah!" I express my pain with the tears that have been pricking my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. "It hurts!"

"Shit." Sunghoon hisses, slowly trying to enter while I continue to weep. "I'm sorry, princess. Just a little more."

I bury my head in the nook of Jay's neck while he whispers sweet yet encouraging words into my ear with his hand massaging the back of my head. After what it's like for eternity, Sunghoon has finally invaded the untouched territory, being the first one ever.

I expect Sunghoon to move, but he remains still, as though he wants my tight hole to adjust to his size at its own pace. I feel Sunghoon place kisses on my back while Jay presses his lips on my neck, kissing me just as sweetly. Butterflies in my stomach tenfold upon their sweet kisses and whispers, in contrast to how they were earlier.

"I'm going to fill you up now, okay?" Jay murmurs softly in my ear while I nod my head. I feel Jay sliding his cock into my cunt slowly. "Does it hurt?" He asks, hissing slightly at how tight they are as he continues to breach further.

"No." My voice is barely above a whisper as I rest my head against his shoulder while facing him, despite my obscure vision.

"Are you sure, princess?" Sunghoon asks softly, brushing the strands of my hair away from my face.

"Yes." I answer softly. "You can move now."

As if testing waters, Sunghoon slowly thrusts into me, as does Jay. It feels as though they are controlling themselves, holding themselves back from being rough with the way they seem to be breathing hard.

"More." I whisper in an airy moan, moving my hips front and back in an attempt to feel them deeply. The pleasure is building deliciously from both of my filled holes. "Harder."

No word comes from them, but instead, they begin to unleash the beasts lurking beneath their sweet yet considerate facade. With my bounded wrists behind my back, Sunghoon uses it as leverage, forcing my upper body to rise just slightly for Jay to capture my nipple in his mouth while fucking into me at a delirious pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Sunghoon nearly growls, sending shivers down my spine. "Holes were made perfect for us."

"Baby." Jay groans beneath me while I feel his hands holding my waist. "You're squeezing me hard."

I moan in response, coherency is beyond my ability at the moment, which elicits chuckles from them. They continue to fuck me relentlessly with a vigorous pace, in synchronisation, until I feel the familiar knot forming. "I─Unngh!"

"Cumming soon, baby?" Jay asks in a rasp against my neck as my head is tilted up.

"Fucking do it." Sunghoon commands me, and with that, I come violently with my body convulsing before Sunghoon releases my wrists, allowing me to fall weak on top of Jay.

I gasp at the sensation of Sunghoon filling my hole with his cum before he eventually pulls out. Jay continues to thrust into my cunt slowly, riding out my high until a breathy moan leaves his lips at the moment he paints my wall white. He holds me down by the waist firmly until I feel his dick soften before he pulls away.

Sunghoon kisses my shoulder blade before whispering praise in my ear, while Jay strokes my back with affection. Eventually, Jay has me lay on the mattress on my back.

"Move." I hear Jaeyun speak in an authoritative voice that evokes a familiar heat within me. A pair of hands begin to remove the belt from my sore wrists, finally allowing my hands to move freely. The instant I part my lips open, I am silenced by his plump pink lips kissing me with a sense of urgency. My arms around his neck, pulling him closer before they descend to play with his chain necklace.

I moan weakly into his hot mouth with his tongue invading my cavern, my fingers now tangled in his soft locks, while his hands roam around my body before deciding to fondle with my boob.

"Watching them fucking you was so hot, love." Jaeyun speaks against my mouth with a low growl. "Think you can take me?"

"Yes." In a trance, I nod my head, and with that, Jaeyun hoists one of my legs on his shoulder before he pushes his cock into my gaping cunt that is probably leaking with cum, which is a lubricant to him as he easily slides into me. He thrusts into me slowly, which is enough for my arousal to return. I throw my head to the back, arching my neck, while my eyes roll to the back at the delirious friction from his cock in between my walls that seem to clamp around him.

"Shit, baby." Jaeyun lets out an airy moan as he leans down to kiss and lick my neck. A pained moan leaves my lips as he nips my skin with his teeth, enough to leave a bruise, yet it hurts so good. "Squeeze me hard, just like that."

My walls clamp around him once more in response. He continues to administer his kisses and licks on my neck while my fingers graze against his abdominal muscles, tracing and appreciating them. He continues to fuck me, even as I come down from the high the instant.

"Sensitive." I whimper as he presses a deep kiss on my cheek.

"Just a little more, my love." He whispers, slotting his lips over mine and kissing away my whine. In between the kisses, he pants harshly against my parted lips. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes." I nod my head, surrendering to the sensitivity, while I soon feel another orgasm approaching.

"Gonna be a brat and make us jealous again?" I shake my head at his question while his lips trail to my jawline, speaking lowly in a husky rasp. "Good girl. You're ours, yeah?"

"Yours." I breathe out, and my chest heaves up and down. I moan weakly as he snaps his hips against mine and goes still, painting my walls white at the same time as my second orgasm crashes down.

Jaeyun presses a wet kiss on my lips before he withdraws away from me, and instantly, I close my thighs together as I face the other side of the bed, overpowered by the overall sensitivity. Not even for a few minutes when a pair of hands has me laying on my back once more, but this time, those hands remove the blindfold from my eyes.

As my eyes adjust to the lights, my heart lurches in my chest as soon as I meet Heeseung's eyes, which bear indecipherable emotions. "Hee." I whisper, squeezing my thighs as I feel their cum leaking from my cunt.

Heeseung unfurls a soft smile while he brushes my hair sticking from my face, but I sense danger lurking beneath his gentle disposition. "Hey, sweetheart." He greets me softly, leaning down to seal me into a searing kiss that has me whimpering. He pulls away just to remove every piece of his clothing before kissing me hard again without giving me the time to appreciate his fine glory.

"Sensitive, still." I whimper against his parted lips as he pulls away just a little.

"Shhh, I know, sweetheart." Despite how soft-spoken he is, his action says otherwise, with his hands forcing my thighs to spread and allowing his cock to slide up and down against my wet fold.

"Hee, please." Even as I plead, the arousal arises within me once more. His dark gaze pins me, and without a word, he enters the tip first, then pulls away just to knock the breath out of me when he slams into my cunt hard with his hips snapping painfully against mine.

"Heeseung!" I roll my eyes to the back, feeling the painful stretch at his unforgiving thrusts.

Heeseung breathes heavily above me, still keeping up the momentum as I grip his bicep tightly with my nails digging into his skin. Even as my half-hooded eyelids are threatening to close, his dark eyes stare deeply into mine, which lures me to keep my eyes trained on his face. The pendant of his necklace swings above me with each thrust he delivers. Sweats start to trickle down the side of his face, with his jaw clenching at how my walls are clamping around him as though they never want to let go.

"Was it fun when you let another man touch you?" He speaks in between harsh breaths with his husky voice, snapping his hips against mine in a deliberate thrust that has me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. My moans bounce off these walls as they get louder and higher when he pounds into me at a vigorous pace, intensifying the butterflies in my tummy as does the impending climax.

"N-No─Unngh!" My body jolts upward at the vigorous thrusts, as if he's fucking his anger into me. I flutter my eyes open just to see him leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my cheek, in contrast to his monstrous pace.

"Seeing you take shots like that makes me want to take you right there and then." I feel him smirking against my skin before biting down hard, which draws a pained moan from me. "You looked so, so beautiful under those lights, especially in that fucking tight dress." He growls against my neck.

With one last thrust, he holds me down with his hip firmly, claiming me with his essence. Frustration bubbles within me as tears stream down my face, hating that I have yet to orgasm despite how sensitive I already am.

Heeseung's hot breaths hit the skin of my neck as he rests his head in the nook of my shoulder while I grasp the opportunity to allow my limbs to relax. "You thought I was done with you?" He asks lethally softly as he peppers slow, sweet kisses on my neck, which probably bears marks and hickeys from all of them.

A whimper clogs the back of my throat as Heeseung effortlessly carries me with his cock still buried in my pulsating cunt, his arms around my waist, while I instinctively cling my arms around his sweaty neck. I manage to catch a glimpse of the rest, who are scattered around the room, as they watch us with a lustrous gaze as they palm themselves. He sits on the edge of the bed, prompting me to straddle him. He fondles my boob, kissing and licking the hardened pearl while I slowly move my hips back and forth in an attempt to rebuild the orgasm he robbed me of.

A strangled moan leaves my lips as he grabs a fist of my hair, tugging it down and prompting me to face the ceiling with my neck bared in his eyes. "That's it, sweetheart." Heeseung presses his lips on my neck, thrusting up as he assists me. "Ride me like a pony."

"A pretty pony, at that." Jay takes me by surprise as he appears behind me, purring in my ear, while my mind has long since been intoxicated by the smell of sex and the heat from our bodies. The pleasure intensifies as Jay fondles my bouncing boobs, tweaking my nipples in between, while my moan and Heeseung's groan reverberate throughout the room.

"Fuck, she squeezed me hard when you played with her nipples." Heeseung shoots Jay a smirk, his thrusts remain consistent, and this time, I feel my orgasm violently knocking down the door.

"Pretty baby's nipples are sensitive, yeah?" Jay coos, repeating his action again before his hand descends to where my cunt is getting ruined by Heeseung. The volume of my moan increases as tears stream down my cheek when Jay rubs my aching clit harshly while the other continues to fondle my boob.

Heeseung releases my hair, resorting to holding me by the nape and inching his face closer to mine. "Are you close, sweetheart?" He asks breathily against my parted lips. "Yeah? Sweetheart is close."

It's like my ability to form any words has been taken away from me, and all I can afford is to moan in response with broken cries.

"Princess has been fucked dumb." Sunghoon appears next to us, and his hand goes underneath my chin to force me to look at him. He kisses my forehead and whispers sweet yet filthy words to me while I continue to weep as Heeseung relentlessly thrusts deeply and Jay rubs my clit fast. The pleasure is too much, sending me to another dimension of complete ecstasy.

With one last broken cry, I come from the highs violently, my body trembling as I squirt. I fall weak into Heeseung, who wraps his arms around me in a loving embrace while riding his high before filling me with his cum once more.

At first, there is silence amidst our harsh, heavy pants, but then something snaps inside of me, prompting me to break into waterworks that don't seem to stop anytime soon.

"Shhh, it's okay." Heeseung holds the back of my head, kissing my cheek with affection. "You did well for us, sweetheart."

I don't respond, overwhelmed by all the emotions and pleasures in just one night, as I desperately cling onto Heeseung with my arms around his torso. They continue to whisper sweet nothings and allow me to weep with broken sobs leaving my lips. I have never felt anything like this before.

"I-I don't know why I'm crying so hard." I manage to utter in between hiccups, my head is tucked in the nook of Heeseung's neck. "I-I'm sorry─"

"It's okay, baby." Jay kisses my crown while he rubs my back soothingly. "Just let it all out."

"What happened?" I hear Jaeyun's footsteps approaching us, and I don't know where he went, but given the faint water running in the bathroom earlier, I presumed that he was from the bathroom.

"She's experiencing a sub-drop." Sunghoon tells him. "I'll explain later."

After what feels like forever, my cries have gone quiet, and I remain weak in Heeseung's embrace, with my eyelids threatening to close. A whimper leaves my lips as Heeseung pulls his softened cock out of my gaping hole. The sensitivity hits me abruptly.

"Let's bring you to the bathtub, okay?" Heeseung murmurs in affection as he brushes the wet strands of my hair away from my face. I manage a feeble nod before another pair of hands pull me away from Heeseung. Jay doesn't allow me to stand as he swiftly carries me in a bridal style, making his way to the bathroom.

I don't know what happened, or maybe my consciousness has failed me, but the next thing I know, my body's been cleaned thoroughly, as has my hair when I flutter my heavy eyelids open to look at Jay, who is drying my hair with a towel.

"Jay." I weakly utter his name, to which his eyes immediately meet mine with concern. "I'm thirsty."

"I know, baby. We'll get you water after I bring you out of the bathroom." Jay speaks to me softly, like a lull. He carries me out of the bathtub and settles me down to sit on top of the toilet bowl. He grabs a shirt that is big enough to cover my thigh area and assists me in wearing it. With every movement of my limbs, I wince in pain. Just before he carries me again, I manage to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

To say I'm shocked by the sight is an understatement. Fresh, purple-red hickeys and marks from how hard their teeth dug into the skin of my neck are evident. The rim of my eyes looks slightly red and swollen from all the crying. Despite all of the pain, satisfaction brims within me.

Jay carries me back to the bed, which Sunghoon has just cleaned of any stains from our illicit activities. He places me down on the bed carefully.

"Here." Jaeyun passes a glass of water to Jay, to which the latter assists me in drinking as he holds the glass to my lips as I drink greedily until there is nothing left.

Just then, I remember Aera, which prompts me to stand abruptly. "I need to go back to Aera─ Ow!" I wince, stumbling forward, but Sunghoon catches me in time, now he is fully clothed from head to toe.

"Don't worry about Aera. Sunoo's with her." Sunghoon tells me, carrying me to the other side of the bed and having me settled with my head softly hitting the pillow that tempts me to sleep. "Sleep here." Sunghoon settles himself next to me, his arms wrapping around my body as I face him, spooning me while he gives kisses on my crown every once in a while.

"Heeseung?" I ask languidly, despite the fact that sleep is luring me faster than I like.

"I'm here, sweetheart." I feel the bed behind me dip, and Heeseung kisses my shoulder blade in assurance. "Sleep." And I do.

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