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#i wonder if wonho came too and hide or something cause this is also his choreographer if im not wrong
nunuxhoho · 2 years
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Shownu at their Choreographer, Jungwan's wedding today 🐻🥺
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renjiokumura · 3 years
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A Feast for the Eyes 1
Jackson Wang x Plus Size Reader
Requested: Hi! I wanted to tell you that I LOVED your Wonho plus size reader! I was wondering if I could do a Jackson Wang fluff/smut where his plus size girlfriend is scared for him to see her naked for the first time? I love your writing!!
Tags: Established Relationship, SMUT in the next chapter, insecurities, fluff, cursing, and a card I found at Spencer’s
A/N: Again, I want to say thank you so much for the beautiful words!!! I hope you like this. Enjoy! I write the reader pretty undescriptive. I tend to use female pronouns, so you’ll probably have to specifically ask me for something with male pronouns or gender neutral. But the reader can be any race you are and be related to the characters through adoption or whatever helps you move the story along. I want everyone to feel like they can read my writing.
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“Ok we can do this. I mean, we have been together for almost a year. I CAN DO THIS.” You thought. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror at home getting ready to go out with Jackson for his birthday.
You were looking at yourself wearing a lingerie set that made you usually feel confident, but right now your nerves were getting to you too much for you to feel the confidence boost. Tonight, you wanted not only to make love to Jackson, but also lose your virginity to him too, so you had a lot to be nervous about tonight.
Right as you were about to take off the lingerie, your cell ringed with a text, from Jackson.
Phoenix ❤: Hey Bǎobèi, I’ll be there in less then five minutes. Can’t wait to spend my special day with my special girl <3
“Ok no time to take it off now.” Since you had no time to make any changes, you just threw on your outfit and finished getting ready.
As soon as you put on the last touches of your look, your doorbell rang signaling Jackson’s arrival. You got all you needed for tonight and the card you got Jackson that you may or may not give him and went to answer the door.
“Hey birthday boy, you ready for tonight?” you asked your smiling boyfriend.
“I am so ready Bǎobèi, are you?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” You locked your door, grabbed Jackson’s hand, and walked over to his car.
On the drive over to an all-you-can-eat dim sum and Asian cuisine restaurant you suggested, you were very quiet, which was odd because when you were excited about going somewhere you were talkative, so Jackson was a little concerned.
“Bǎobèi, is everything ok? You haven’t said anything since we left your house.” Saying this, he started rubbing your thigh with his right hand to try and comfort you.
You were so in your head you couldn’t really think about anything else. A debate of whether you should gift yourself to Jackson for his birthday or just pay for all the meals and then get him whatever he asked for, was happening in your head.
“(Y/N)?” He called again finally pulling you out of the war happening in your head.
“Oh, sorry baby. What did you say?” You said finally listening to him.
“I asked if you were ok, but you are spacing out. You wanna just celebrate my birthday another night if you aren’t feeling well? We can just stay in and watch movies.” He suggested more worried about your well being than his night. These were the reasons you loved this man.
“No baby, I’m good I was just lost in thought. Tonight, is all about you, so let’s enjoy it.” Giving him a reassuring smile, you left a kiss on his cheek and held his hand interlocking your fingers. This made him relieved and happy, which made him give you a heart-warming smile in return.
You finally arrived at the buffet after spending the remaining drive talking about how each other’s days went. The interior was bathed in red and gold from the walls to the plates. The design of the interior beautifully met contemporary with traditional. Soon you two were seated in a private booth that you had booked for tonight. The waiter was a very sweet man who brought your drinks fast and told you a little about the restaurant and the menu.
“Wow, this menu has so many different types of dim sum and dishes that include dim sum. I think I’m in heaven!” Jackson excitedly exclaimed after looking over the menu, which had you giggling. You had to admit though that they did provide many options for dim sum.
Before you placed your order though you excused yourself so you could go to the bathroom, leaving all your stuff at the table with Jackson. But unknown to you, the card you got for Jackson caught his attention.
“I-I shouldn’t,” he looked away, but his head slowly looked back towards it. “But it is my birthday and she most likely is going to give it to me anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little peak,” he said as he reached over to get it.
Pulling the card out of the envelope, he reads the front. “You are cordially invited to…” Then he opened it. The blush on his face could rival the red of the tablecloth. The inside of the card read, “fuck the shit out of me,” and at the bottom you signed it saying, “Happy Birthday Baby I hope you like your gift”.
You, his Bǎobèi, were going to finally have sex with him?! He had been patiently waiting to have sex with you and was totally fine with waiting ten more years if he had to because he loved you and respected you, but you decided that tonight was going to be the night.
Before he could put it back, you came back and already saw that he had it. He looked up noticing you and your surprised look. Your face got hot, but you proceed to take your seat while keeping your head down so you could hide the embarrassment.
Reading the tension, Jackson knew he wasn’t supposed to find the card despite the fact it was for his birthday. But either by luck or bad timing, the waiter came over to take your guy’s order, which for a moment got your mind off the fact Jackson read the card and you had to explain it.
After the waiter left with your first round of orders, Jackson and you were left in a weird silence trying to find the right words to say.
“Jackson-“
“(Y/N)-”
You both said something at the same time, which helped break the tension and brought a chuckle out of both of you. You pointed for him to go first, since he was the birthday boy.
“I’m sorry for looking at the card (Y/N). I should have waited for you to give it to me if that was what you wanted to do.” He said giving you a puppy dog look that he somehow naturally possesses.  
Shaking your head you said, “There is nothing to be sorry for I was just nervous about giving you the card, but I am happy you peaked at it because I wouldn’t have had the courage to give it to you.”
“So, you do want to have sex tonight? Is that my birthday present?” he was almost bouncing out of his seat until he saw the uneasy smile on your face. “Unless you are uncomfortable with that, because we can do whatever else.”
This man, how did you get so lucky?
“I’m not uncomfortable with doing it, hell, I’ve been horny for you since I meet you,” this caused both of you to laugh, “It’s just, I’m self-conscious about so many things. My curves, my stretch marks, the fact I’m a virgin.” When you said virgin, Jackson’s eyes widen when you said the last part, which made you uneasy.
“Bǎobèi, you’re a virgin?” You nodded, then looked down ashamed. “You don’t have to be self-conscious about that. Or your curves or stretch marks, that I love so much.” You looked back up at him, seeing nothing but love and sincerity in his eyes, for you. “Whenever you are ready to have sex, we will take it nice and slow.” He placed his hand out, palm up, where you then placed your hand.
Before you could say anything, the waiter came back with your orders.
After the talk, the dinner went on amazingly. The food was great, and the conversation flowed without a hitch with fully belly laughs here and there. The two of you then decided to take a small stroll through the park close by the restaurant before ending the night.
Like the gentleman Jackson is he walked you up to your door.
“(Y/N), thank you for one of the best birthdays I have ever had, thank you for being the best girlfriend and MY girlfriend. I’m truly lucky to have you.” He said while holding you by the waist. He brought up one of his hands to cup your check while kissing you.
The kiss was passionate. It conveyed all his love for you and set ablaze a small flame in you that had been growing all night.
Once you guys pulled apart, you were both panting, staring into each other’s eyes. In that moment it felt like you two were the only people in the world.
“I’m ready.” You said breathily.
Jackson looked confused. “For what?”
You shook your head with a smile at your boyfriend, who found the action cute.
“I’m ready for you to make love to me babe.” While cupping his face, you lean your forehead on his and leave a lingering kiss on his lips.
“Oh, Ok. You lead the way Bǎobèi.”
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timextoxhajima · 4 years
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HOSTIS, Chapter XVII.5: Inevitabilis, Inevitable
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HOSTIS PLAYLIST: WONHO - LOSING YOU
Previous Chapter (XVII: Et Universum Parallel)
Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz) 
Genre (by chapter): drama, angst
Category: Short Novel/Long Series
Dana’s A/N: this is a special piece written by @vxstarlightxv​ who has been feeding me ideas to fuel this story. i did not write this chapter, i only merely proof-read it/gave her tips etc, but otherwise the beauty of this chapter will never be able to be my own original work.
P.S: if you’re emotional, please keep a box of tissues with you 
“there is no escape from you, not now, not ever. you are inevitable.”
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The day the kids at school start calling you Ares is the day Hyunjae loses faith in humanity. You are a spineless, low-life coward, who hardly deserves to be bestowed with the same title as himself. Yet here you are, acting as though you were worth being on the same plane as him.
He hates you. Oh god, he truly does.
He remembers the way you fucked him over so well and thoroughly, and in front of the whole school that too. Granted, he may have screwed with your equipment, but maybe if you didn’t suck so bad you wouldn’t have failed.
Blaming him for your shortcomings. How typical.
But showing Minhee ​that picture of the accidental kiss (that meant ​nothing​) for the sole purpose of destroying his relationship? That was a bitch move right there. So he has no regrets when he posts a cleverly edited picture of your lab teacher with his girlfriend. None at all. In fact, the sight of your tears when that himbo Younghoon dumps you is something that brings him delight.
His heart definitely did not twist when he saw you cry, because he definitely does not care. You hurt him, and it’s only fair that you’re hurting too.
Nonetheless, he is pleasantly surprised at how fast you bounce back. His breakup with Minhee was a huge watery mess, and he cannot help his grudging admiration for your strength when you power through your own with Younghoon.
It is only admiration, for he definitely still hates you.
When the time comes to choose a medical school, he chooses the one that seems the furthest away from you. But fate hates him, so after 4 years of respite, he is dumped back on your doorstep as your fellow intern in the neurology department.
Of all the fucky coincidences.
~~~
Ares is a brutal god. He is the fire of war, wild and relentless.
Hyunjae is furious when he finds out you’ve stolen his report, but he’s not surprised. Not when he would’ve done the same thing. Then again, he was kind of hoping you would leave him alone. Naturally, you’ve done the opposite. He wonders if his emotional response is a little… disproportionate, given the situation, but he’s not going to let you fuck him over like this and escape unscathed. He isn’t a fucking pussy, your thoughts on the matter be damned.
Silly little kitten. Put your paws in the fire, and watch the heat bubble your skin.
He is simmering as he bangs on your door. He hears you screaming some nonsense about your mother, but he’s too pissed to process anything. You open the door, face falling as you see him. He cannot help but reach out a hand and grab you by your pretty throat.
He shoves you into the house, fuelled by the magnitude of his anger. You’ve hurt his pride, made a fool out of him in front of Dr Kim. He wants to shred you to pieces, get you on your knees and rip the apologies from your mouth.
Tonight you will understand why the other gods fear the wrath of Ares.
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Hyunjae replays the encounter in his head as he drives home. He has never once considered you as anything but an enemy. But today, something of seismic proportion has shifted in your dynamic.
The flutter of your lips against his, like butterfly wings on a flower. The warmth of your chest against his in a tight alcove, hiding from Dr Shin. The way you felt when you took him in, the way you cried when he hit every single spot that made your toes curl. The way you purred when he called you kitten and mewled as you fell apart on his cock.
In retrospect, he hopes that he didn’t hurt you. He usually likes to stick around for aftercare, but he didn’t want to ruin your pride even more. You’d already been dealt with a devastating blow, and he didn’t want to make it worse, regardless of how big of a dick you think he is.
(Ring, ring)
The sharp blare of his ringtone shatters the silence of his ride home. He glances at the screen, smiling when he sees the caller id.
“What’s up, Juyeonie? Are you finally back?” Hyunjae is thrilled to hear his best friend’s voice. Juyeon is very busy these days, being a commercial pilot and all, so these rare moments they have with each other are more precious than gold.
“Hey, hyung! Yes I am! On that note, are you free next Friday? Let’s get drinks and catch up!” Juyeon sounds so eager and hopeful that Hyunjae can’t help but say yes, no matter how packed his schedule might be. The rest of the conversation proceeds pleasantly, and he is happy to forget the day’s drama.
It is only when he reaches home that he realises that the thought of you has never quite left his head.
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“So what happened? The last I heard, she left you high and dry in JFK.” 
He watches as feline eyes crinkle with delight at his question. His friend launches into a happy tirade about his mystery girl, going on and on about fate and chance encounters and love lost and found. Hyunjae listens carefully, admiring the way Juyeon has changed. He wonders for a moment if he'll ever experience something as profound as Juyeon has, will ever wake up one day knowing that his heart sits in the palms of another person, and will not fear the idea.
The image of your eyes dancing with wicked laughter arises unbidden, and it punches the breath out of him.
He is jostled out of his thoughts when a hand lands on his thigh. It is so abrupt, so sudden that he all but jumps out of his skin.
“Long time no see, stranger.”
Choi Minhee is standing in front of him, batting her mascara-painted eyelashes at him seductively. She is as pretty as ever, with her delicate collarbones and anime-girl eyes.
But she is not you.
The thought is so dreadful and unsettling that he cannot help but flirt with her the whole night in order to get it out of his head.
When have you become anything but an annoyance, anything but a pest that’s been shoved down his throat?
It is pleasant, talking to someone who he hasn’t met in a long time. He remembers her fondly, despite how miserable their parting was. Minhee is soft and kind, a gentle cherry-blossom compared to your ever-burning inferno. She complements him well (not perfectly, because only ​one​person does), and for a second he feels white-hot annoyance at you for fucking him over in this regard. Hyunjae cannot help but wonder if they would have been married by now had you not intervened with that photo. Would they be living the white-picket fence dream? What would their kids have looked like?
All he can see are children with your ash-brown hair and his almond eyes. The image causes his gut to clench so tightly that he wonders if something inside him might have cracked open.
“Have you and Y/N gotten together yet? I figured that after we broke up the two of you would end up going out. You were always kinda obsessed with each other.” The question jolts him out of his reverie. Juyeon, who has been listening politely so far, decides to insert himself into the conversation.
“Yeah, hyung. The two of you have always had something special, right? What was that stupid nickname we gave you? Paris and Helen?”
The irony is not lost to him. Enemies, being compared to the two greatest lovers of all time. A face that launched a thousand ships, a blaze of love that destroyed a nation. Only fools succumb to Aphrodite, the cruelest of the divine hosts.
“Ares and Ares. And for fuck’s sake, I will never be attracted to that hag. You won’t believe what she did at work last week-”
Hyunjae misses the knowing look Minhee and Juyeon exchange. He’s only seeing you.
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If there is one thing that Hyunjae hates, it is surprises. So he really, really hates it when he sees you flirting with the intern as though ​he ​doesn’t exist.
The day had actually started off pretty well. He came into work feeling all pleased with himself. Not only did he break you down, but he also figured out a solid way to keep you in line. You were reacting beautifully to his taunts, and seeing you unable to walk made something vicious inside him preen.
And then, before he can breathe, you are making stupid cow-eyes at the snot-faced little intern as though he created entire galaxies in your honour.
How dare you, honestly? You’re wearing ​his ​hickeys on your neck, limping and ​sore because ​he​ripped you apart last night. How can you even ​think​of flirting with another man? Are you doing this on purpose, to get some semblance of power back?
This is not jealousy. It definitely is NOT jealousy because that would mean he would have to be attracted to your hideous hag face. No, it was an issue of pride. And no, he definitely was not deluding himself right now.
Nonetheless, watching Eric help you into his car after work makes him want to vomit.
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It is the party incident that truly knocks it into his head. He spends the entire night seething over your flirtations with Eric, with even ​Sangyeon. He glares at you, but you pretend to not see, and it shoves him off the edge.
Why won’t you look at him? A room full of people, but you are the only one he sees. So why aren’t you seeing him too?
He reminds you that night, who is the only one who knows how to pick you apart, snap you in half. He reminds you who is the only one who can make your body thrum and vibrate, who is the only one who can coax tears from your eyes and pleasured sobs from your throat. But he is also tender with you after, because under that diamond-hard exterior is a heart wrapped in silks and satin. Hurting you is the last thing he wants to do.
It is only when he wakes up alone in the morning that he realises that maybe, just maybe, he wishes he could see you in his bed again, hair spilled across the sheets as your breathing slowly evens out into slumber. He wants to coo over your keening wails, drink the moans from your mouth.
A thought, fleeting and profound, surfaces.
He wants you to be his.
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He goes to work on Sunday with iron resolve. He has spent the entirety of Saturday thinking hard about you, and the relationship you shared with him. The line between obsession and infatuation is a thin one, one that the two of you have been dancing on for 10 whole years. When did his foot slip? When did the late nights plotting revenge mutate into candied dreams of your lips, of your body, singing for him?
But of course, who else could it be? You have always been, will always be, his forever other half.
Ares and Ares, locked in their death dance. But when did Ares become Aphrodite? War has become Love, and Love has become War.
Somewhere along the way, something has gone wrong. At some point or the other, he has forgotten the hatred that sizzled through him like blazing poison. He has forgotten that you are annoying, that you are competitive, and that you get revenge in the sleaziest ways possible. He has forgotten everything, because all that remains is the way your smile looks like a flashing ray of sunlight, like a tendril of shimmering starlight. All that remains is the sound of your wind chime laughter, the softness of your small hands on his heated skin. All that remains is the memory of how good you are for him, how addictive the juxtaposition between your submissive sweetness in bed and your fiery heat outside of it is.
So he decides that he is going to make you his. Granted, the order of things was completely wrong, but he would fix it. He would cook you dinner, press kisses onto your cherry mouth, and then love you till morning comes. And then he would repeat it every day, till the day the two of you are cradled in the eternal embrace of death.
Surely, surely you reciprocate his feelings? How can you not, when your body weeps for him the way it does?
He likes to think you do, when he admires the way your eyes flutter closed when he steals kisses in the pantry. He likes to think you do, when you stay four hours past your shift and order takeaway for him. He likes to think you do, when you dangle Eric in front of him in order to get him to fuck you ​hard,​just the way you like it.
You are his, now.
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Hyunjae’s love for you grows like tender flowers. It starts off small, but grows into something lovely and heartbreaking. You have carved your way into him, nestling against the walls of his heart and beseeching him to let you in with your stupid almond eyes.
He loves your stupid almond eyes.
He is on a cloud these days, brimming with affection that lights up his every step. He never considered himself to be one of those annoying, lovey-dovey honeymooners, but he can definitely see where they get their joy from.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
You become his greatest delight. When you are around, even dust seems to sparkle like a thousand tiny diamonds. He loves waking up with you, your eyes half lidded and neck covered in his marks. He loves to see you in his clothes, smelling of his body wash, smelling of ​him.
(He has an extra special fondness for the days in which you are soft and pliant, allowing him to dress you like a doll. It makes his internal organs feel like they are tumbling over each other, and it makes him a little giddy. He loves taking care of you.)
But if he really had to pick a moment, he supposes he loves you most when you are with your patients, hands calm and steady and strong. It reminds him of everything beautiful there is about his profession, and he cannot get enough.
You are beautiful, in all the ways there are to be beautiful. You race through him like lightning, and he is sucked further into your orbit everyday. You carry his heart with you (inside yours), and you are never without it.
So he is overflowing with love when he picks you up and tastes your peach-covered mouth. He is overflowing with love when you smile at him with a sort of lightness that he's never quite seen directed at him before. He is overflowing with love as he goes to your favourite cafe one day to pick up the chowder you never stop talking about. Tonight, he will ask you to be his girlfriend, make this tentative little dance official.
Perhaps that is why the pain is so exquisite when he sees you with Younghoon, and hears you talking about Eric with such tenderness in your eyes.
“​He’s super enthusiastic and there’s just something about him that’s so... comforting. I see him and I think about nothing but sunshine and warmth and laughter. He’s just... so cheerful, compared to whatever i’ve been used to.​​” Something inside him shatters into a million jagged pieces when he hears the words, and every breath becomes as a blood-drenched ordeal.
Sunshine and warmth and laughter. Sunshine and warmth and laughter. Sunshine and warmth and laughter. The words ring like alarm bells.
Fool. Naive, hopeless fool. You were never really his, were you? You might be the light by which his spirit is born, you might be his sun, moon and stars, but he? He is your nothing. He is the shadow that is birthed of your radiance, forever connected and forever forgotten.
Is this is why storms are named after people? You have destroyed him in the sweetest of ways. Is this taste of heartbreak? Rust coats his tastebuds. Is this how tears are born? The agony is magnificent and all-encompassing. There is nothing left for him here. He has never been enough, never will be.
He leaves quietly, chowder forgotten.
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It is truly repulsive, the fact that he can see what you adore about Eric. The intern is strong and sweet, kind in all the ways Hyunjae is not. He is soft and mellow, and will cool your scalding tantrums with gentle words. He will not stir up the embers of your fury the way Hyunjae does, hoping for a reaction. He will be tender with you, gently laying you out and coaxing your body to sing. He will not be harsh and hard and possessive like Hyunjae, claiming you with bites and bruises and writing his possession into your blood.
He has been measured, and he has been found lacking. Eric is the perfect Hephaesthus, a sweet spring dandelion, and it is no surprise that Zeus will give you to him.
Aphrodite never belonged to Ares, after all.
“Hey, Eric! Do you have a moment?” By some miracle, his voice doesn’t crack.
“Hey, hyung! What can I do for you?” Eric is as mirthful as ever, and Hyunjae wishes they weren’t fighting over the same girl because he might actually ​like the​ intern otherwise.
“Have you gotten Y/N’s number yet?” He pauses to watch the bashful amusement dance across the intern’s face, and waits for the head shake he knows is coming. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she’s very into you. So here’s her number, and make sure you call her, alright?” The teasing lilt he’s going for comes off more as a hoarse croak, and he realises belatedly that he really needs to be less of a shit actor.
“Thank you so much, hyung! But hey, don’t you hate Y/N? Why are you helping her out?” The intern offers him a cheeky grin, and all Hyunjae wants to do is knock his teeth out. But he’s a ​professional,​so he offers Eric a tight smile (read: grimace) and says “Well, maybe I’m hoping you’ll distract her from work so that I’ll get the promotion first.” He tosses a wink in for good measure, before reaching out to ruffle Eric’s hair with a certain sadistic pleasure.
That’s thirty minutes in the bathroom gone down the drain. But that’s what he gets for stealing Hyunjae’s girl.
Of course, because Eric is quite literally an angel who can apparently do no wrong, he gives Hyunjae a sweet smile and rolls away happily in his chair, high off his excitement at finally getting the girl he’s been after for ​ages.
And then Hyunjae is left alone to drown in self-loathing.
Hyunjae is clearly a masochist who likes to hurt himself, so that’s why he decides to tell you to meet him at the carpark after work. One last time, he’ll be the one to drive you home, the one who kisses you goodnight.
He promises he’ll let you go after this.
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The car ride is as quiet as ever. You enjoy being left alone with your thoughts, and Hyunjae isn’t about to interrupt you when he’s being pummeled by his own.
The Japanese once made up a fictional disease to describe the horrors of unrequited love. They call it ​Hanahaki​, in which flowers grow in the lungs of the victims, causing them to cough up petals when they suffer from one-sided love.
He supposes that it is the exact feeling that he feels now. His love for you coils in his chest, choking leaves and thorns that crush his internal organs. It is rooted so deep that it might never leave, killing him softly but surely. The petals tickle his throat in an insidious kiss as he chokes on his desire for you, their softness a poisonous taunt of your lips against his, a feeling he might never know again.
“Are you okay?” Your voice is a balm to his wounded heart.
Of course he’s not okay. He’s in love with you, but you’re not in love with him. He knows that he is nothing without you, and that knowledge is somehow everything.
All this time he wanted to make you his, but you have made him yours.
He cannot form words, so he looks at you, really, really looks at you. He memorises the contours of your face, the slender bone of your nose, the tilt of your eyes, the exact shade of red your lips are. He'll hold every little detail close, remember the last night you're his and his alone, because tomorrow Eric will ask you out and his Aphrodite will never be his again.
He wants to pretend like the sudden moisture in his eyes is surprising, but he can't lie to himself anymore.
Liar, liar. Ares is a liar.
Is this how Lucifer felt when he fell from heaven? You are life, you are life and light and everything bright. And he is cold, dark and alone. He has fallen from grace, and all that is left are the coiling tendrils of hubris keeping his spine straight and gluing the shattered pieces of his heart together. He is heartbroken, but he will clench his teeth and grit through it. Your joy is worth it. His ego won't let him fall apart. He's stronger than this. Isn't he?
Break my heart. Break it into a thousand pieces and then some. It was only ever yours to break anyways.
“Why wouldn’t I be? Anyways, we’re here now. Get out already.” Your scoff is musical. He is aching and he is broken, so he does not have the strength to resist the screaming in his head to steal one last kiss from you. He luxuriates in the feeling of your petal-soft lips against his, before pulling away reluctantly.
Everything is more beautiful because the two of you are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. You will never share this moment again.
“Goodbye, kitten.”
The words are far more permanent than he likes. You don’t hear them.
His tears run as he pulls out of your driveway. He allows himself one last look at you, confusion blossoming on the face he once swore was hideous but now haunts his every moment.
Love is fire. It burns as much as it warms, and he is the poor fool who allowed himself to get scarred.
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Crossing the line from enemies to lovers was a wheeling drop of ecstasy and biting kisses. Crossing the line from lovers back to co-workers is a study in heartbreak, and Hyunjae doesn't know how much longer he can handle it.
How do I forget you? I've tasted your secrets on my lips and drank the whispers of your body. You are the weakness in my bones and the hollowness in my lungs. How do I cleave my soul from yours, when you are the drum that my heart beats to?
It is an awful sort of pain, feeling his chest cave in when he watches Eric roll over to you from his cubicle. You find him cute, it's obvious from the way your eyes crinkle like little stars when you regard him.
Look at me. Look only at me.
You look up, searching for his eyes like you’ve heard his prayer. You're expecting jealousy, disdain, fury. You're expecting him to drag you to the pantry, to call you ​kitten ​and kiss you till you bleed. But Hyunjae has no more poison to offer you. He is empty, and all he can do is give you a blank look. He hopes you will be happy, silently wishing you the best.
Hephaestus gets Aphrodite, and all Ares can do is watch. Bloody, brutal Ares is never the winner.
His lack of response throws you off. By now, you are used to his hissy fits, his seething rages. But who is he? What right does he have? You are not his to rage over, or his to claim. You might wear his marks on your neck, but you are definitely not ​his.
How he wishes you were. But wishes are like pixie dust, and this is no fairytale.
The rest of the day is agonising. His body is so keenly attuned to yours now, and he doesn’t know how to rewire himself. He keeps a cool distance from you, but every molecule in his being roars in fury at the forced detachment.
He misses you already.
You continue to press him, trying to push his buttons and rile him up. Hyunjae studiously ignores you, hoping his coldness will further fray the ropes holding up the fragile bridge of a relationship that the two of you have developed. You are looking at him with a strange mix of anger, disdain and annoyance. For a second, he thinks he might even see-
Is that? Could it be? Longing? Do you miss him like he misses you?
Wishful thinking. That’s what it is. But it hurts so bad that he decides that he’s just going to avoid you from now on, until he finds a more appropriate coping mechanism than simply crying like a toddler when he can’t get his way.
Maybe he should call Minhee, and try to rekindle-
He cuts the thought off before it dredges up more painful memories. All he can see when he thinks of Minhee are the one-thousand-and-one different ways you exceed her.
You’re fiercer, with more spine. You don’t give in as easily. You’re not afraid to fight with him. You have a kinder heart. You are so much smarter. Your lips are softer. Your hand fits into his so much more perfectly. You are lovely in all the ways she never was, never will be.
It is a numbing, novocaine relief when Dr Choi summons him for rounds. If Hyunjae is left for even a second longer with his thoughts, he might just spiral into a pit of depressed longing and self pity that he might never emerge from.
Mighty Ares, on his knees. Aphrodite’s laughter perfumes the air, irresistible and menacing.
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He is on his final round when he meets Mrs Kang. The kind, old lady takes one look at him, eyes lighting up with knowledge that he wishes she wasn’t able to glean so easily.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Well he doesn’t, but the words explode out of his bleeding heart like ink spilling on ivory pages.
“I... I thought that it would be okay, that I could forget and let go and that it would all be fine and good but then… I saw her--” his voice cracks miserably as a lump etches itself into his throat. His heart is racing, and every inhale feels like swallowing glass shards.
“I saw her and something went terribly wrong because I couldn’t forget and my heart was remembering and I felt like I was dying but I couldn’t do anything because all I want is for her to be happy and I know that happiness isn’t with me and I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT.”
Mrs Kang is silent, regarding him with a look he can’t quite decipher. He takes it as an invitation to continue.
“I wish I was him. I wish I was the one who could make her smile, make her laugh. But I’m angry, I’m jealous and I’m immature. I’m overly competitive, and I don’t know how to lose graciously. When I’m pissed, I do stupid, radical things.”
Silence. Inside, outside. It is deafening.
“Why would she want me? I don’t deserve her, and knowing that I’ll have to live my life watching her in another man’s arms is ripping me apart.”
He’s breathing hard, like he just ran a marathon. It’s a terrifying prospect, facing his feelings head on. Until now, they were swirling around his head in an ugly tangle of emotion. Verbalising them, hearing them out loud, is painful and cathartic at once. But he’s already feeling like a pathetic little sap. He wonders if you would sneer at him if you heard. Is this what it feels like to lose? Is this how you felt, lifetimes ago, on your sofa? The two of you have always been push and pull, a forever impasse. But today, you’ve finally shoved him off balance.
Who is the stronger Ares now? Your kisses are his kryptonite.
A hand comes to rest over his.
“Love always finds a way. I know you’re feeling hopeless now, but know that if you are meant for each other, you will always find your way back,” Mrs Kang finishes with a gentle smile. The pretty words do not reassure him.
If only love was as perfect as love seems to be, if only his flaws and broken edges could be hidden away. But this is a dream that will never come to life, a flower that will never grow to bloom.
She does not know who it is that he is fighting with, who it is that is slipping away from him with every passing second. She thinks that it will be okay, but she does not know that Ares has no mercy. He expects none from you. Nonetheless, he gives her a watery grin in return before standing up to complete his rounds. He may have lost, but he has enough composure to know better than to break in public.
It is a monumental effort, holding it together.
Hyunjae makes it to the lift in peace, stepping in through the shiny doors and slamming the button for the fifth floor. When they slide open, the sight before him makes his heart drop like a wineglass.
You and Eric are standing across him, hand in hand. Eric’s foot is tapping impatiently, eager to drag you off to wherever he was taking you for dinner.
For a second, he loses control over his emotions. Agony crumples his face, and you, because you’re just that smart and just that perceptive, register it. He doesn’t have the heart to pretend anymore.
Hyunjae brushes past the two of you, ignoring your questioning look, ignoring Eric’s cheerful greeting, and most importantly ignoring the writhing in his chest. He goes straight for his briefcase and shoves his belongings in, flicking the lights off and rushing to the carpark. He does not want to see anyone. He does not want to process anything.
He is empty. So, so empty, and hollow. The void inside him threatens to consume him whole.
The moment he reaches home, he goes straight to his spirits. There’s a bottle of whiskey sitting in the top most shelf of his kitchen, a birthday gift from his father. He pulls it down, slamming the glass decanter onto the kitchen counter, and the pressure nearly cracks it open.
He remembers the sight of you pressed up against this very counter, squirming under his ministrations. He remembers your lips fall open in a sigh, and then to beg. He remembers standing between your thighs, feeding you and then licking cream off your lips. Memories swirl through his head, cutting through his ribcage and slicing his heart open.
He doesn’t bother to grab a glass, pouring the scorching liquid down his throat. It claws at him, and he welcomes the pain.
Love is cruel, love is cold. When it kills, it does it slow.
He knows the tears are coming. The pressure has been building in his head for the last twenty-four hours. They fall as he walks over to the living room, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
The mirror you clutched when you moaned wretchedly, promising him that HE was the only one who could ever ruin you this way.
He lifts the bottle, forcing himself to look his reflection in the eye as he drinks a toast to Eric. ​Here’s to you, buddy.
His reflection sneers back, bloodshot and desolate. A half of a whole, incomplete. This is what he is without you.
Hyunjae sinks to the ground, bottle thumping down on the carpet. It rolls once, twice, and rivulets of alcohol splash across the floor. Another memory lunges up.
There is nothing more striking than red on white. Blood on snow. Wine on cream skin, tracing paths his eager tongue follows. A hiss of anger that softens into a sigh.
The sofa smells like you. The study smells like you. You are everywhere, and it breaks him, tearing a wail of grief out of his chest.
One day, the smell of you will fade. You will slip between his fingers like the wisp of a dream, and all he will be left with is the recollection of the fleeting seconds you were his and his alone.
Too much. This is too much. He cannot think, he cannot see, he cannot ​breathe,​without being haunted by you. You are in every orifice, in every nook and cranny and cell. You are in the water of his blood and in the porous hollows of his bones. You are in the fibre between his atoms, you are in the electricity racing across his neurons. 
There is no escape from you, not now, not ever.
You are inevitable.
(Knock, knock)
It takes him a moment to realise that the pounding is not from the blood rushing in his head, but from someone impatiently banging on his door. He picks himself off the floor, not bothering to fix his appearance.
By now, you must be in Eric’s arms. He would kiss you softly, like summer rain. You would sigh into his lips, and he would look at you like you hung the moon. He would take you home, and press more kisses into your silk skin as he whispers his love. One day, he would get on one knee and present you with a diamond. You would say yes, because Eric is sunshine and warmth and laughter. Sunshine. Warmth. Laughter.
This, this is what you deserve. Not him, not his twisted mess of anger and jealousy. He is a stinging scorpion, and you deserve more than his petty poisons. But his heart still lurches at the thought of you, nestled into Eric.
The gods have always feared Aphrodite more than Ares. He thinks he can finally understand why.
He swings the door open, and once again forgets how to breathe, forgets how to think, forgets that he kinda hates you but now kinda loves you because there you are, raindrops glistening in your eyelashes, and you eclipse every star in the sky. There is nothing but you and you alone, and his withered little heart is shooting to life because ​that’s just what you do to him. There’s so much he wants to say, so many thoughts tumbling through his head. But he’s a frightful, useless coward, so all that flies out of his mouth is:
“Why the fuck are you--”
And then your lips are cushioned against his, kissing the venom out of him. He cannot help the sigh he breathes into your mouth at the way your body slots so perfectly against his.
Home, home is in your arms. He has been running all his life, and you have always been his only destination.
Tears slip out, hot and fast, washing the festering wound inside him clean. The cracked pieces of his soul begin to lift up and fuse together.
The light of a thousand suns slices through the void in him, and the darkness melts like ice on a hot summer day.
He is shuddering, wrecked by the sheer ​force​ of the emotions in him. But you are holding him tight, so very tight. He hopes you will never let him go. ​Never ever, ever let him go.
He is yours, and you are his. Where he ends, you begin and where you end, he begins. There is nothing else, no one else, because there was never anyone for him but you. Love not at first sight, or even the second, but at last sight and at ever and ever sight.
When you finally pull away to murmur the words he would have never even dreamed of hearing from you, it’s like starlight is filling the dusty hollows of his chest, sewing the pieces that have fallen apart back into the tapestry that is you. He is surprised, he really is, but something inside him has always known, has always clung to the hope that you would choose him, despite everything.
All that matters, is that you’ve come back to him. You are the only truth he’s ever known.
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Later in the evening, when the two of you are spent from your love-making and coiled so tightly that your breaths have become one, Hyunjae takes a moment to contemplate the situation. You have won this competition between the two of you. You have planted yourself as first in his life, and for once (​and of course, the only time ever, because he is still going to get that damn promotion before you)​, he is happy to cede to you. This is what love is, to break and to be broken, to be full and to be empty, to win and to lose. He would have it no other way. All that he is, and all that he will be, center around the axis that is you.
Do you feel like this too? Like your heart is bursting from the seams?
You sigh in your sleep, seemingly agreeing. He loves you so much, it hurts. But there is one final thing to do.
He lifts his head to the stars, who have been waiting for this collision of souls for a long, long time.
Thank you, he whispers.
And for once, Zeus smiles down on his Ares.
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ENDING THOUGHTS:
First of all, a very big thank you to everyone who made it to the end!! This piece has been a wild, emotional ride from start to finish and I understand that the sudden change in style can be jarring for some. As such, I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read it :)
Hyunjae has always been a very complicated character. We’ve seen him through Y/N’s eyes for the last 17 or so chapters, and she is definitely not the most reliable of narrators. Many of her thoughts regarding his actions and motivations are shadowed by her own negative emotions, and he has come off as a rather poisonous character, except for the rare moments of tenderness he seems to show. Hopefully this will help you get a glimpse into Hyunjae’s psyche, in a way that is untainted by Y/N. I’ve seen many of your asks about Hyunjae and his behaviour, and perhaps you will see this as a sort of redemption for him, in the sense that he is so much deeper and complex than the seething neanderthal Y/N sees him as.
Writing this was a challenge nonetheless, and I think we should all be very grateful to Dana for powering through Y/N and Hyunjae’s story, given how much of a hot mess this couple is! It’s very hard to write an enemies-to-lovers fic without it coming off as corny and shallow, and she had the double struggle of writing that dynamic in a medical setting. The fact that we’re all whipped for these two is testament to her brilliant writing, so let’s all say a big thank you for that :))
Before I end, I’d like to pay homage to some of the writers that have inspired this fic. Reading through, you will see quotes inspired by the likes of Nabokov, Cummings and Homer. If I’m not wrong, there’s a little bit of Sarah J Maas and Caitlyn Siehl in there as well. And of course, who can forget the little bits of mythology peeking out here and there? If you happened to notice these references, feel free to scream in Dana’s ask box! It’ll be fun to read your thoughts :)
Once again, a very big thank you for following Hostis so devotedly, and showering Dana with your love. I hope you’ll continue to give her all your love and support the rest of her works.
(P.S Did anyone notice Pilot! Juyeon? If you didn’t, you should 1000% check out his story too, here.)
Love Always,
V
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Chapter XVIII: Renuntiatio
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[OT7 + reader relationship ]
this is a tickle ff and soft so if you don’t like it don’t read ^-^
“Y/n?” I heard kihyun call as I entered my apartment, the boys all had a key and were free to come in and out whenever. However having a crap day at university full of assignment hand outs, I wanted nothing more than to sleep. I slipped off my shoes as I wandered through the corridor “Is it just you tonight ki?” I asked as I entered the living room, noticing I could answer my own question. Jooheon, minhyuk and changkyun were sprawled out on one sofa, hyungwon, wonho and shownu on the other. Kihyun stood by the large window looking down at the city below.
“Princess, hm how was your day?” Minhyuk chimed as he got up from jooheon and shuffled over engulfing you in a hug. You embraced him burying your head in his shoulder.
“Mmm boring, and now I have too much work to do” You muffled out a response.
“Not tonight y/n, you can rest tonight. We can order some food and then you can take a bath and sleep” Shonwu commented as he noticed the tiredness in your voice.
“Nooo it’s okay, I need to get two done tonight. I’ll chat to you guys for a little bit but then I need to write these out” You motioned to your bag as you pulled away from minhyuk who stood with a pout on his face.
“Nu uh” Changkyun smirked as he quickly left his seat too and took your bag from your shoulder.
“Changkyun! Give that bag I need it, it’s not funny” You roller your eyes as the youngest dangled it above your head.
“No honey you don’t need it, not tonight one night off won’t hurt” Wonho smiled tilting his head to the side.
“Mm but it will I don’t want to fall behind now, I don’t have long to go and-
You were cut off by hyungwon who tuted “You won’t fall behind, you are doing amazingly okay but you don’t need to over work yourself” He said before moving to wrap his arms round you.
“Exactly love, please let us take care of you tonight just how you look after us when we’re tired” Kihyun added moving away from the window.
“Mmm I guess one night won’t hurt” You whined rolling your eyes as the others all looked at each other before smirking.
“Good good, now come sit tell us about what else you did today” Jooheon pulled you from hyungwon moving you so that you sat over his lap resting on his shoulder. As you began to explain you couldn’t help but wonder what shownu and wonho were talking about as they kept looking over at you and whispering. You ignored it continuing to talk to jooheon and changkyun who were both listening intently on you.
“Once you’ve finished come get changed I left some comfy clothing out on your bed for you” Kihyun smiled.
“Mm i don’t wanna cant I just stay in these?” You complained not wanting to change or do anything right now.
“Baby please you’ve been in them all day and you should change i’ll wash them for you” He offered.
“Are you saying I smell?” You raised an eyebrow playing with him. To which he sighed and turned his head to the side.
“Someone is being cheeky today come on y/n he’s got a point” Minhyuk teased making the smelly gesture with his hands.
“Your so rude” You rolled your eyes, getting up off of jooheon.
“What did you just say to me missy” Minhyuk smirked coming towards you.
“I said your so rudee” You crossed your arms over your chest pushing out your tongue.
He didn’t say anything just turned to wonho and shownu and mouthed something before turning back and moving to sit down.
Frustrated you moved away from them all and made your way to your room to change into the clothes kihyun had laid out for you. It was just something simple a grey long sleeved top and matching leggings but he was right you would be a lot more comfy with that on instead.
As you left your room, you walked straight back into the lounge noticing how they all stopped talking about something as soon as you entered causing you to get more irritated. “Okay what is going on ? Why are you all talking so secretively” You asked slightly worried that it was something serious.
“Mmm shall we just say it?” Shownu questioned.
“Go on?” You asked nervously.
“Baby don’t get mad at us but, when you fell asleep the other day on the sofa, your phone was unlocked. We didn’t mean too I mean I didn’t mean too but then I noticed you had one of your blog apps open.”
You nodded to changkyun who carried on but looked nervous to continue “Well I just wanted to make sure you were okay you seemed so stressed that day, and anyway so I clicked on and found your tickle lee blog and I know it’s private and you probably didn’t want us to see it-
“You what? You read the whole thing ? Changkyun! how could you thats private?” You felt tears well up in your eye as you shook your head, terrified at the thought of them finding out one of your kinks and thinking it was weird.
You ignored their comments as you headed back to your room slamming the door shut and flopping down on your bed. But you knew as soon as they saw you get upset that you wouldn’t be left alone and as soon as your head hit the pillow you heard the door open.
“Baby, please we don’t care- well we do care but we don’t think it’s weird or bad, in fact we think it’s sweet” You heard kihyun say as he moved to sit next to you his hand rubbing up and down your back.
“Changkyun didn’t mean too he just was curious about you princess, he wanted to see if you were okay?” Wonho added as you felt him sit down too.
“You don’t think it’s weird?” You croaked rubbing your eyes. Turning to face them.
“No not at all in fact since he’s told us we looked it up for ourselves in case you ever wanted to explore it with one of us, we sort of know what to do ? how to handle it?” Kihyun raised his brow.
You nodded before saying “I guess but i’m still annoyed he snooped through my phone, but he was just looking out for me I suppose”
“Come sit with us, you can talk about it if you want or not at all” Wonho pulled you up by your hands and gestured to the lounge. To which you accepted and followed him in, hiding behind his broad shoulders as you entered.
“Ya jagiya you don’t need to hide, we’re not going to judge you. plus you know some of our kinks are way weirder” Minhyuk smirked.
“Talk for yourself min some of us aren’t perverts” Shownu chuckled shoving the other.
You laughed as you moved to sit down “Promise you won’t judge?” They all nodded at your question as you began to take a deep breath.
“It started when I was younger and I guess whenever I got tickled I just wanted more of it- i think the comfort and safety of it was what I liked. As I got older I realised how much I craved it and just wanted to be held by someone and tickled sometimes softly and sometimes more intense - I genuinely thought it was just me but I found through blogs there were other people too. So I made friends etc and spoke to them about it and lee moods etc and boom there we go” You explained feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.
“Aww y/n you don’t have to be embarrassed it’s pretty adorable if you ask me” Jooheon showed off his dimples as he ruffled your hair.
“Exactly see when I told the guys I knew they would think this y/n honestly I wasn’t doing it harmfully” Changkyun said as he came over to you opening his arms. “Forgiven?”
You rolled your eyes at his pout and puppy eyes before moving to give him a hug “fine but don’t snoop through my phone again or I will kill you” You threatened whilst laughing.
“Finee~” Changkyun whined, before pulling away.
“ah not so fast come back here” He commented as he noticed you step away. You noticed how they all started moving off the sofa coming towards you “Wait wait wait, guys please” You giggled before taking some more steps back.
“Please what y/n? Do you not want our tickles?” Minhyuk smirked wriggling his fingers. They had definitely done their research as now you were a blushing mess as they backed you up into the wall.
“Now will you do this the easy way or the hard way?” Shownu raised his brows as his hands came towards you. But you dodged out the way and ran towards your spare room.
“Take it she wants the hard way?” Hyungwon laughed. As you heard them all follow after you.
You had no hope here as you slid under the bed, knowing full well that they would find you.
“Aw hyung I wonder where she could be?” You heard minhyuk taunt as 7 pairs of feet surrounded the bed.
“I don’t know min, this looks suspicious to me” Kihyun laughed, as you heard the smirk in his voice.
Before you could laugh yourself, a piece of hands gripped round your ankles as you were yanked from under the furniture.
“There you are princess it was almost like you were hiding from us” Jooheon smirked as he grabbed your wrists.
“Jooheon let me go please” You whined trying to wiggle out of his grip “I’ll do anything”
Now shownu moved to sit by your feet taking one in his lap, as wonho joined next to him also mimicking the same motion. Changkyun moved to sit near your face as he teased his fingers under your arms. Leaving hyungwon, minhyuk and kihyun to your torso and thighs.
“Ready y/n, we’ve been waiting to do this” Changkyun winked before he dived in and started scratching at your arms. You screamed and laughed as you felt all six pairs of hands tickle you, wonho and shownu teasing at your toes, whilst minhyuk squeezed your ribs. Laughing at your reactions “Is my jagiya this ticklish hmm ?” He chimmed.
“AhHahahahahahah Pleahahah stAhahahap” You giggled at trying to twist away from their touches but it was no use, they had you right they wanted.
“No way baby, you asked for this and we now know you enjoy it so, hold tight for a bit” Wonho smirked as he spidered up and down your soles. Kihyun was relentlessly attacking behind your knees and thighs causing more giggles to fall from your mouth .
“Whatatahahahahahahah nooohahahoooahaha” You screamed as you felt hyungwon tickle along your hips dipping into your belly button.
“Awww jagiya your so cute” he hummed as he slowly began lifting your top, the others watching his move and gradually stopping.
“pleahaha whatahahaha areeehaha you ahah doinghahah wonnnieehaah “ You asked between breaths.
“We should stop for a little give her some breathing but before that I wanna try something” Hyungwon smirked looking back at you as your eyes widened in fear. Without warning or any words he bent down and laid two raspberries along your hips before finally placing one in your belly button.
Your laughter turned into a fit of giggles as he lifted off of you the others joining in letting go.
“Yourehehe sooohaha meansnahah” You breathed out before moving to sit up.
“You love is reslly” Changkyun smiled moving to plant a kiss on your cheek.
“Too true” You smiled back before asking “Can we go cuddle and watch a film now?”
“Of course y/n, we wanted to do that anyway” Shonwu said as he stood up taking your hand and pulling you too.
“You don’t have to hide stuff like this from us again, you can just tell us baby we don’t mind” Wonho rubbed your arm as he left a kiss upon your head.
“Thank you” You replied as you followed them out the room, debating if you should tell them any others too.....
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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years
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Reap The Rewards
Pairing: Lee Hoseok x reader
Genre: gym au / fluff
Warnings: talk of Wonho’s muscles lol (aka absolutely none)
A/N: Wrote this out of nowhere whilst on hiatus. Typically cliché and something I’m sure every Wonho fan would wish to happen to them too XD
I’m toying around with the idea of writing Monsta X with professions in the health sector. I already have an idea for Hyunwoo as a physiotherapist, but if you have any suggestions for the other members, feel free to let me know in a message or comment :)
Word count: 3512
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Signing up for the gym hadn’t been all that hard. You knew you needed to get in shape since working from home meant you had too much access to your favourite chair, your other homely comforts and most importantly, your refrigerator and pantry.
Joining a gym, therefore, made a lot of sense. You would have a scheduled event to get out of your home office and move your body every day to prevent those cookies you had somehow misplaced whilst in the deep throes of your creations from becoming a staple visual around your hips. And whilst you didn’t have a huge social prerequisite to get by in life, well, making new friends whilst you were there didn’t seem like a bad idea either.
So the join up was logical. But that didn’t mean everything went according to your plan.
At first, you would turn up every morning, jump on to a cycle machine and start your cardio routine. You were familiar with gym equipment from a past attempt in fitness before your office job had gotten too hectic to continue attending one, and that meant you didn’t need any instruction on how to use the machines. You liked the independent nature of doing your own routine each day in the gym, and whilst you were satisfied with your efforts for turning up and doing a workout, you weren’t getting the results you wanted.
Perhaps you were still eating too much or maybe your body was rebelling against you.
You decided to take up the opportunity to see one of the gym’s trainers. After all, in your membership signup, you had been allocated a free session with one to see what programme would suit you best. It couldn’t hurt to get professional advice on how to exercise the best for your body shape and if you didn’t like their suggestions, you could continue to persevere with your own routine you had used for the past month and hope over subsequent weeks that changes would be more visual.
You knew you had a bit of a sweet tooth, but surely there could be a better balance in life for you.
Turning up for your session, you had been all smiles until you stepped into the trainer’s office. There were six trainers in total at your gym and admittedly when the office clerk had given you the option of who to see, you had just asked for the one who would help you the soonest. You weren’t impatient by nature yet you also didn’t want to change your mind whilst waiting to be slotted into a trainer’s busy schedule either.
Perhaps you should have been more carefree. Or paid attention to the name you had been given on your appointment card so you could have been more prepared. Because out of the six trainers, you had been assigned to the one who intimidated you the most.
“Hey Y/N, it’s nice to meet you!” he greeted with a friendly smile as you froze in the doorway, his smile only causing your heart to race faster than it did when you were on the cross-trainer. He outstretched his hand and by some miracle, you managed to grab onto it, though your palm was already sweaty. He shook it firmly – or perhaps it was a general handshake but your current resolve was too weak to handle it – and continued to smile enthusiastically at you. “My name is Hoseok and I hear you want to improve your lifestyle choices and exercise plan?”
You definitely wanted to improve in your current stupor, so blinking rapidly, you shot into the chair across from the small desk Hoseok had rounded and nodded just as fast. He chuckled and pulled up your file on the computer with a few clicks.
Whilst you sat there cursing yourself for signing up for a personal trainer.
It wasn’t the end of the world, Hoseok was talented at what he did. You had noticed him multiple times across the gym floor, helping sculpt the bodies of his clients with good results. But the only reason you knew this, was the same reason most of the women and even some of the male users of the gym also stopped and stared whenever Hoseok was in their area. The man was gorgeous from head to toe.
You had never been one for muscles, and the idea of you getting any of your own showing out from under the extra layers you carried around would be a bit of a miracle. However, Hoseok was something else. His body was the epitome of someone in good health. He obviously took an avid approach to ensure he exercised regularly, and when he wasn’t training someone else, he was often working on his own regime. Hoseok was the poster boy example of what taking fitness to another level looked like.
And now he was your trainer.
You gulped.
“It seems you’ve been doing really well to turn up regularly without any trainer plan in place so I applaud you for taking your health seriously enough,” he mentioned and you nodded again, trying to find your voice within your throat where it had gone into hiding. Hoseok pulled out a sheet of paper and picked up a pen, his gaze falling back to yours. Why was it suddenly hotter in this room? You had just reminded yourself that you were a capable woman who had quit her office job to become your own boss. You had the ability to work with anyone well under pressure and articulate yourself to ensure your thoughts were openly received.
Right now though? You were like a teenage girl with a crush on the cutest boy in school.
“What are your goals that you want to achieve here at the gym?”
You inwardly encouraged yourself to speak and cleared your throat. “I want to tone up.”
“That’s a good one,” he mentioned as you groaned inwardly at how obvious that had already been. Instead of making you feel ridiculous, Hoseok continued to assist you in coming up with more ideas towards your hopes from a tailored program. Somewhere along the way, you relaxed a little in his company, finally speaking more than four words at a time. However, you still weren’t quite used to the smiles that he kept shooting in your direction.
You were certain you wouldn’t even need to do any cardio today; your heart had been in the fat burning numbers since stepping into this office twenty minutes ago.
Hoseok looked over the notes he had jotted down and then looked back up at you, letting out a little sigh. “Well, I have all I need to know about what we need to work on but unfortunately now comes the part not many people like to do in the beginning. I need to take down your measurements.”
The minor relaxation you had been experiencing evaporated and you darted your focus to the scale over the other side of the wall. Hoseok was still talking to you and his tone was supportive, yet you were frozen to the chair. Of course, your trainer needed to know your starting weight and other measurements. It was how they helped you track your progress and would indicate what was working and what wasn’t.
But did Hoseok really need to know? You looked back at him and he chuckled. “I know, it’s not always a nice thing to know, but up you get. After this, we need to go out into the gym to look at a couple of exercises I’ve already thought of that will assist you.”
With trepidation, you got to your feet, slipped out of your shoes and stepped on the scales. You held your breath until he placed a hand on your shoulders which deflated you entirely. He laughed again but didn’t say anything, and as he took down the various numbers on the screen, you willed yourself to get a grip.
Just because your trainer was handsome, didn’t mean you had to act so apparent about it. You were certain Hoseok was used to being fawned over by a lot of women here at the gym and your response was probably no different. It irked you that you had lost the inability to remain decent around him already and propped yourself up, suddenly uncaring of how close Hoseok got as he wrapped the measuring tape around your waist.
Okay, so that was a lie. You did care. The smell of his aftershave was intoxicating but you wouldn’t allow yourself to fall feeble once again in his company today. You were here to improve yourself – mindset included.
And then Hoseok blushed lightly. “Here, would you be able to get the size of your bust for me? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable and I ask all my female clients to do this to remain appropriate at all times.”
You nodded and did as requested; even letting a small smile grace your lips at how endearing he appeared over this part in your measurements. He recovered faster than you had and soon he had you out in the gym trying out a couple of the exercises he had thought of.
“Well, you survived your session!” he joked, as he placed the clipboard he held under his arm and grinned at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow at nine, okay?”
“Sure,” you replied, though you were unsure entirely. Today had been a lot to take in. As you waved him off and headed for the cubicles that held your personal belongings, you wondered if you should stop off in the office to cancel the training program that you had just agreed to. You couldn’t just exactly change trainers. Hoseok would take offence to that. But you weren’t confident that you could handle being trained by him either. Sure, you had been able to pull off everything he asked of you, there was something about the tone he used and the endless smiles and chuckles that got you through all of his requests. But you were hyperaware whenever he came too close to show you how to do something more effectively and you hated that you had flinched more than once when he touched you.
Not to mention, every time you looked up into the mirrors, what you saw reflecting back didn’t inspire you at all. It was a shallow conclusion, yes, especially when Hoseok had gone onto his next client before you left and she happened to be toned in every way that complimented the image you saw of them in the mirrors. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in how you looked next to him.
And you only had two options on how to change that. Either give up working with him or tackle the challenge until you looked good next to him.
Slumping down behind the wheel of your car, you didn’t know what to do.
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You did turn up at the gym the following day, even though you had spent most of the night lying awake trying to think of plausible excuses to get out of going. You had even punched in the gym’s phone number an hour before leaving your house to ring and cancel your entire membership. You could simply find another gym to exercise at. Or rely on your favourite sugary friends to support you in your times of need. Who were you trying to get fit for anyway? Sure, personal health was important. But it was only yourself who would look back at you each day in the mirror.
You stood before that mirror for a good ten minutes before you decided you were worth it. You wanted to see yourself look healthier.
Hoseok greeted you warmly with your brand new exercise plan in hand as soon as you stepped into the gym. And one session with him turned into six. You had gotten used to his helpful guiding touches and expert advice during every session and no longer did you turn up at the gym anxious to be in his company. He made you laugh and you surprised him back with your joking ways. Your relaxed manner around him now four weeks into your program with Hoseok showed when you jumped up on the scales in front of him without a care.
Okay, so again, you did care. Not so much about what the numbers meant to him, but what they meant to you.
You know, the way it should be.
“Way to go, Y/N!” Hoseok applauded as you grinned at being yet another five kilograms lighter. He raised his hand for a high five which you slapped generously. “You’ve done so well!”
“It’s a small step in the right direction,” you agreed and your trainer shook his head.
“No, this is a big step. Don’t think of it as small steps. Each time you get up on here and see your weight has dropped, you need to celebrate it. You worked hard for it!”
You were beaming for the rest of the day after that.
And when your eight week training programme came to an end, you were back in the office you had started out in, going through everything you had achieved over the past two months of active work and good nutrition. Sure, you still had the odd treat, but the cookies had been replaced with fruit and most days you didn’t even miss them.
Hoseok looked up at you and smiled. You frowned, today’s smile wasn’t as jubilant as usual and there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that you had rarely seen when you had surprised him too much or that one time he had asked for you to do your bust measurement. His reactions intrigued you and you leaned forward instinctively in your chair, as if getting a closer look would make you understand why he was turning timid suddenly.
“Well, congratulations on successfully making it to the end of this training programme, Y/N.”
“It’s not the end of my training though,” you assured, wondering if he believed this was the last time you’d work with him and that’s why he was being like he was. You already had plans to continue on with him as your full trainer.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” he agreed and you frowned.
“Why do I feel there is a but ready to come from your mouth?”
Hoseok shot you a wistful smile before slowly saying, “But.”
“But?” you repeated when nothing else followed.
“Can we stop saying but?” he asked with a chuckle and you grinned at him.
“You started it.”
“Technically it was you,” he retorted but sighed instead of continuing with his humour. “This ends our training journey together.”
Wait, what?
Hoseok was your trainer. He was here to train you. Well, you and many others. But he couldn’t just leave you now! You had a lot of goals to achieve and he had done so well at supporting you through them. How were you meant to go on in your fitness journey without him?
Maybe he had a new job. That was the only plausible reason he was saying he couldn’t train you anymore. You nodded firmly. “If you’re moving gyms I’ll just come with you as I like your-”
“I’m not leaving this gym, Y/N,” he interjected, raising his hands up to accompany his statement. He smiled at your now perplexed expression. “Though I’m honoured to hear you would leave this gym to follow me.”
“Saying it like that makes it sound like I idolise you or something,” you muttered with a blush and he shook his head.
“No, it sounded genuine. You want to succeed, I get it. I just… I can’t keep training you.”
“Is there some sort of rule where you have to cycle through all the trainers here so you learn different things from different approaches?” you wondered and Hoseok shook his head sadly. He started to fidget with the pen in his hand and retreated a little, only concerning you further. Had you done something? Maybe your train of thought before was right. You had admired him in the beginning too much for how he looked. But after getting to know the man on the inside as well, you didn’t really focus on his well-defined torso anymore.
Well, not as much anyway.
“Y/N, I don’t think it’s ethically right for me to train you anymore.”
“Ethically?”
He nodded, now embarrassed.
“I’m not following you, can’t you just tell me why without skirting around the issue? So I can understand why you-”
“I think I like you.”
You didn’t understand that at all. Stunned, you merely stared at the man across from you and Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I don’t think, I mean, I know. I like you. So I’ve decided it would be in your best interests to work out with someone else.”
“So you can stop liking me?” you asked, though you felt as if you were having an out of body experience and listening to yourself speak from a distance. The idea that Hoseok liked you felt as if you were dreaming. Had you just died on the treadmill and this was your parting fantasy before you moved onto the next realm in your existence? That would make more sense than this actually being a reality.
But when you pinched yourself, it truly hurt. And because you still didn’t believe in this, you pinched yourself again, letting out a small yelp.
Hoseok chuckled. “Did you really have to do that?”
“Can you blame me? Someone like you just said you liked me.”
“Someone like me? Please don’t tell me you’re like every other person in here who thinks of me as some muscle man who can be their trophy they sling over their arm too. I thought we had something more genuine.”
You rapidly shook your head and hands, your cheeks flooding with colour. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sure, you’re gorgeous and anyone can see that!”
Hoseok’s small smile only made you babble further to save yourself. “But I meant me. I’m not a match. Look at me, I’m all wobbly and definitely a work in progress and-”
“Beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he admitted and you snapped your mouth shut, swallowing back the rest of your sentence.
“No,” you eventually breathed, shaking your head softly. “I’m not really.”
“If you don’t see how much you’ve transformed over the last eight weeks and how beautiful you are each day in the mirror, then I’m worried about your mindset as a trainer.”
You went to respond and then shut your mouth instead. You didn’t know what to say.
“Not to say you weren’t always beautiful, Y/N. I was kind of nervous the first day you stepped in here.”
Glancing up at Hoseok then, you widened your eyes to see him blushing. “Wait, really?”
“Yes really. I was worried you would ring up the next day and cancel working with me because I giggled too much and acted really odd. Part of me was kind of hoping you would, though I was relieved when you did turn up. It meant you weren’t put off by me.”
If only he knew half of the turmoil you had gone through back then.
You blinked slowly, taking in everything he had said. You then glanced up at him. “So, you don’t want to train me any more because you like me and feel it’s unprofessional?”
He nodded once.
“And if you don’t train me, then you won’t have to like me anymore?”
Hoseok leaned back in his chair and then laughed heartily. “How on earth did you come to that conclusion?”
“Well, I just thought that you wanted to avoid those feelings so that’s why you’re letting me go as a client!”
“I was hoping that removing our client-trainer relationship could lead to something else.”
“Like a date?” you asked and Hoseok nodded, this time less certain.
“Like a date.”
“You want to date me?”
“Are we going to keep going around in circles?” he asked with another chuckle and you shook off your stupor. “I just don’t want others to think I’m giving you special treatment if I train you. And Miriam has a slot free for a client and is very good. Plus, she trains at the same time as I do, so when you’re finished with your session…”
“We could go have smoothies together from the gym cafe?” you concluded and Hoseok laughed. You pouted. “What, I always have wanted to do that after working out with you.”
“Really?” His face lit up and now Hoseok was the one leaning towards you. “You’ve thought of doing things with me too?”
“Don’t let it go to your head; you’re the one who admitted to liking me first.”
“But you like me back, right?”
You smiled, shrugging lightly and he gaped at you. “I’ll guess we’ll have to see how smoothies go before you can get a definite answer out of me.”
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kpopisamood · 4 years
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Queen’s Clan { 15 }
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Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?
Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem
Warnings: light smut?, violence, language
Word count: 2.03k
Tag list: @noonaduck @lovinggalaxies @elenaramos1 @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden @snowythellama @stargazersara @luvthatleader-nim @sugasheart @vincent-stargogh @perrshian
It’s been a...minute? since I posted, heh. I’m not really “good” with grieving and I didn’t know if I should post so soon given what has happened so I kinda held off on posting just to give everyone some space. It still feels a bit awkward coming back so soon but I hope you all will forgive me. This is just kinda how I move on? I don’t know, I’m weird I guess.
Also, how do y’all feel about period sex? Because the next couple of parts depend on y’all with this. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable on my first fic on here so I’m asking now just to see where your mind is at.
***
According to Miss Kudrow, the Gathering had gone off “without a hitch”. Your little confrontation with Silvia didn’t hinder your position and, if anything, aided to your status as an up and coming leader. You’d made a good impression on a few Queens other than Astor and Sonaelina and the former two had invited you over to their homes if you ever wanted to get away.
There was just one problem.
You’d unknowingly let Shownu feed from you. You weren’t sure what the rule set was for this sort of role reversal, but it caused quite a ruckus amongst your Mates.
Being the first to be taken into your Clan, Minhyuk was a bit envious; wanting your attention constantly, even when you were preoccupied.
“I’m just asking why he gets to feed from you and I don’t.” Minhyuk pouted from behind the locked door.
“I swear on all things that are holy, if you don’t let me piss in peace, you won’t be able to complain!” You threatened from your porcelain throne.
For a beat, it was quiet and that led you to believe he was gone until, “Does this mean I’ll get a taste?”
“MINHYUK!” You yelled, hearing footsteps scurrying away.
You truly didn’t know what you were doing with Shownu at the time. When Silvia had touched him in front of you, your mind had gone blank and you wanted to show him he was yours, damnit. Call it whatever you may, but you’d let him take a few licks and now the whole house dynamic was all sorts of messed up.
The only solace you had was from one of the younger ones; Jooheon. He’d stay by your side and wouldn’t ask or pout at you. He’d just simply follow you around. You would think it would get annoying, but with him around constantly glaring at the boys who tried to approach you and ask for a taste kind of comforted you. You didn’t know if he was simply trying to get on your good side, but his behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you.
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“As you see, you have a long list of potential nesting sites. None of them have actually been built yet but these are rough sketches for you to choose from, should you want to leave this house.” Kudrow had blueprints upon blueprints laid out for you. Houses that you would have never dreamed of were within your grasp all because of your supposed lineage.
You were slowly starting to come into your role as a Queen and the bank accounts that had almost made you pass out, were something you were starting to take in stride. It was...nice to not have to worry about bills and such, but it still made you a bit uncomfortable to spend so much of your family’s money.
You’d narrowed your search down to a few homes and Miss Kudrow had asked you all the questions under the sun. Including, how big do you want your bed, bathtub, etc. and what you wanted in certain rooms that made you blush.
Apparently, Royals had nests where they settled down and made their families. This is also where all the Clan Mates stayed as well as servants who were sworn to protect your name. It was a bit daunting to think about, but you were taking things one day at a time.
“So we’ve established the people currently living and their arrangements. What do you want for the kids’ rooms?”
You nearly choked hearing Miss Kudrow’s words. They were harmless, but you weren’t thinking of kids. Not now when you’ve just been thrown into an entirely new world.
“Kids?!” You shrieked, standing up to pace the room.
“Well, of course. How else would you continue your lineage? Have you decided which of your Mates will father the children? Or if you’ll have more than one father for several?” She kept going, not really paying attention to your panicked state. “Oh, just think of a nice house with several little ones running around! It would be so wonderful to see your reign continuing on and—are you alright?” She cut herself off, finally seeing you.
The moment you thought of running away and living in the woods the rest of your life, Jooheon came running in. He approached you slowly while giving Miss Kudrow a glare that could kill and then focused entirely on you. He gently grabbed you and pulled you into his chest, holding one hand behind your head and the other around your waist to try and somehow protect you.
“You’re alright.” He cooed, kissing the side of your head and just holding you.
“I’m not ready for kids, Jooheon.” You mumbled against his chest.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to even think about kids right now. We can just enjoy each other’s company. We’re here for you and we’re not going to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He reassured, pulling away to look you in the eyes.
You nodded nimbly, somewhat comforted.
A throat clearing brought your attention to a weary Changkyun, trying his best not to look you in the eye.
“You have a visitor, My Lady.” He nervously shook his hair with his hand and not a few seconds later, there was a gentle knocking on the front door.
All at once, your Clan Mates joined you. Jooheon had already had a place at your side and was holding your hand, Minhyuk took your other side but let you have some space, Shownu stood in front with Wonho and Changkyun remained at the doorway.
Miss Kudrow had gone to see who it was before returning with a hesitant look.
“It’s Yoo Kihyun. Chae Hyungwon’s Clan Mate.” She announced.
Chaos erupted amongst your Mates.
“He’s not coming in.”
“Don’t trust him.”
“We can take him on.”
They were all on high alert and it worries you a bit to see them so wound up over one person.
“Who is he?” You asked, taking a glance towards the hallway where the front door was.
“He’s Hyungwon’s Queen killer.” Jooheon explained, gritting his teeth.
“Kihyun is with King, Hyungwon. He just so happens to be his Alpha, or right hand man. Anything Hyungwon won’t or can’t do himself, falls on Kihyun. This usually means killing Royals or using them for his benefit.” Changkyun rephrased.
You had read all the documents Miss Kudrow had given you, but this was nowhere in any of them. Had you have known about this, Hyungwon would not be on the top of your potential ally list.
“They’re baseless rumors, but it’s troublesome nonetheless. Royals gossip, but they never spread word of murder; their ranks are too underpopulated to even joke about killing one another. Do you want me to send him away, Your Grace?” Miss Kudrow softly asked, fully prepared to tell Kihyun where he could go.
You didn’t want someone so dangerous around your Clan, but you didn’t want to send him away and not hear what he has to say either. Were you prepared to face on someone as Kihyun? He had made quite a ripple effect on your Clan and you’d be a fool to go against him so blindly but you wanted to know more about this; more about them.
“Let him in.” You told her bravely. Miss Kudrow nodded and left the room. You could hear the front door open and closing and heard another heavier set of footsteps following behind Miss Kudrow’s dainty ones.
You made your way to the living room and sat on an oversized couch, your men taking their respective places. Shownu sat in between your legs in front of you on the floor, Jooheon to your right while Minhyuk on your left, and Wonho leaned against the wall nearest the couch as Changkyun took the opposite end of the room.
Though they didn’t show it, you could tell your decision had put your Clan on edge. They’d kill for you and die for you, but that would mean leaving you alone to face whatever Hyungwon had in mind for you.
When Kihyun had finally approached your group, you wanted to gasp. His hair was a short, dark brown with lighter brown highlights that framed his sharp features perfectly. He sported a kind smile but you could tell he had a darker being inside him. He wore a black long sleeve, dark dress pants, and dark brown boots and he strode in with a careful confidence that made you want to hide and fight all at once.
“Your Highness,” he nodded at you. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
You gave him a slight nod and waited for his next words, opting not to speak to him just yet since he was the one who sought you out in your home.
His smile slightly widened and he looked around at your Clan Mates, meeting each of their eyes. “You’ve already grown quite a Clan, I see.” He said in an impressed tone.
“What do you want, Kihyun?” You demanded, not wanting him to beat around the bush.
He nodded to himself before continuing on. “My King would like to request your presence in a private dinner with him two nights from now.”
You could feel Shownu and Minhyuk tense up around you while Jooheon gripped your hand a bit tighter.
“And why would I do that? Your King had his chance to meet me at the Gathering like all the other Royals, why does he want a private meeting now?” You challenged, and almost wished you didn’t.
His gentle smile turned into a sinister smirk and back so fast you almost got whiplash. “You were a bit...occupied when he was finally about to meet you.”
You could feel he was trying to embarrass you. He knew you were new to this and sharing your affections with your Clan so openly should have made you ashamed but you honestly didn’t care. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“So what you’re saying is, he had the opportunity to meet me, but he backed down. That sounds more like a problem for him rather than me. Don’t you think?” You smirked back, causing his smile to loosen a smidge. But that was all your confidence needed.
“It seems so, Your Grace.” He replied.
“Since you came looking for me, I’ll meet with your King. But on my terms. That’s only fair, right?”
“I will give him the excellent news, Your Grace.” He bowed slightly and made his way for the door. Miss Kudrow followed behind him and softly closed the door behind him, letting out a deep sigh of relief that everyone else also let out.
“Are you alright, My Queen?” Minhyuk asked, taking your other free hand and pecking the back of it in comfort.
“Tell me everything about Kihyun and Hyungwon. If Hyungwon is anything like Kihyun, I want to be prepared to face him as well.” You stated, tightening your grip on Jooheon and Minhyuk ever so slightly before dropping their hands and getting yourself mentally ready for another Royals lesson.
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“She’ll meet with you.” His Alpha greeted from his cell. “But on her terms.”
Hyungwon chuckled and shook his head, as if he had heard an old joke. “Of course, as expected of an intellectual Queen. I’ll let our Guardians set it up.” He waved off.
“Her numbers have grown tremendously.” Kihyun told him, waltzing straight for the blacked out car awaiting him in front of your home.
“And they’re about to get more significant.” He chuckled before hanging up.
Kihyun took one last look at your home and smiled softly before entering the car and driving away.
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goodnightkisseu · 5 years
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Lee Hoseok - An Unexpected Invitation
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→ pairing: lee hoseok (wonho) x reader
→ genre: fluff
→ word count: 2860
→ warnings: none~
→ summary: you loved animals, and because of this, you would often foster dogs that came into the rescue where you volunteered. However, since they were constantly coming in and out of your home, it wasn’t really a place to be inviting people... particularly not your boyfriend, Hoseok. However, when you get in over your head one night, you can’t help but call Hoseok to come and help you, inviting him over for the first time...
→ masterlist // puppy week masterlist // monsta x masterlist
note: as I mentioned in my shownu piece yesterday, I’m doing a collab with @prettywordsyouleft and @this-song-thats-only-for-you! Basically, every day for the next week, we’ll be posting stories of monsta x with puppies. this is my second one and Chelle will be posting tomorrow! Please enjoy~! ^^
- ash <3
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"So, not to sound like a broken record, but will I ever be invited over to your place?" your boyfriend asked from his position below you. You were back at his place after a night out. Hoseok heard of an exceptional restaurant from his coworkers, and since it was Thursday, your usual date night, the two of you decided to check it out. The food was good, the atmosphere was relaxing, and the staff was amazingly kind. There was no better way to end the evening than going back to Hoseok's apartment, turning on a random movie, and snuggling on the couch. A great end to a wonderful evening... though it seemed like he wasn't nearly as enthralled by the film as you were.
"Hear me out. The woman in this movie just showed up to her boyfriend's place out of the blue, didn't like what she saw, and booked it out of there," he added, eyes trained on you as you lifted your head from his chest.
You quirked your brow at his words, the movie no longer maintaining your interest. "Hoseok, we are watching a thriller. She ran away because she found out that her boyfriend is a psychopath. If that's your concern, I can assure you that my apartment is not a death chamber."
Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Well, you can't actually promise me that. You could be a really convincing liar," he pointed out, a scoff rolling from your plump lips. "I don't think that's what you're hiding from me, but don't you think it's a bit strange that I haven't seen your place? We've been together for a while now."
"I know you say that you aren't comfortable showing it to me, but it can't be that bad. You're a fairly neat person," he pointed out.
"Hoseok... it's pretty bad..." you said slowly, chin resting on his chest again, a pout forming on your lips.
"I used to live with six other guys. It cannot be as bad as living with six other guys," he insisted, though you would have begged to differ.
You had allowed a few men to see your place in the past, after dating them for some time, but none had been thrilled about your living arrangement. You grew conscious of your space, and you didn't want Hoseok to go running off after seeing it. You liked Hoseok a lot. He was the first guy in years that you had really connected with. He was sweet, undeniably caring, and was probably the only person that could make you blush at the smallest of action. You liked him, no, loved him... and that was why you couldn't let him see your apartment in the state that it was currently in.
You couldn't let him see that your apartment was currently more suited for fostering dogs than it was for having people over.
About two times a week, usually once on the weekend and the other a weekday, you volunteered at a local dog rescue. You had always loved animals, and being able to help them get the love and support that they needed was very fulfilling for you. You loved helping them get back on their feet, or even just giving them a playmate by jumping in and having some fun with them. Since you cared about them so deeply, you also cared about finding them forever homes. One of the things that had to be done to make sure that they were ready for adoption, was to make sure that they were socialized with other dogs and also people. As they had other dogs to play with at the rescue, the second part became more important. So, to make sure that they were socialized with people, you would often foster the dogs that were the readiest to be adopted.
However, given the rate at which puppies and dogs were coming and going from your home, you were having a hard time making it a livable space for both you and them. Often you found yourself giving them more space to play, for them to be comfortable... even if it meant you couldn't reach things like your couch. And this was the main reason that you were concerned about inviting Hoseok to your place. You worried that, if he saw it in its current state, no matter how much he loved animals and you, that it might scare him away. You just needed some time to tidy it up and make it more of an actual apartment.
Tonight was not going to be that night, unfortunately. You managed to get yourself in quite the predicament this time, and you weren't sure what to do about it. That morning, when you arrived at the rescue, the other volunteers had told you that some new puppies would be coming from outside of the city. A much smaller rescue recently came into possession of about eight new puppies, but, given their size, they weren't able to care for them. The organization you volunteered for agreed to take them in, hoping to rehome them in the city when they were ready.
This, of course, meant that you had a busier day than usual. Between taking care of the dogs that were currently at the rescue, and trying to introduce the new pups, there wasn't much time for rest. You worked tirelessly with the other volunteers to make sure that it all went well, while also trying to come up with some nicknames for the new arrivals. Everything had been going well until it was time to close up for the evening. It became apparent to all of you that there was not nearly enough room for all of the dogs to comfortably stay for the night. With a majority of your usual foster families already gone for the day, it was up to a handful of you to figure out the situation. Some of the other volunteers offered to take a few of the dogs home for the night, and you did as well. The two that you had been fostering were just adopted during the week, and that left your place reasonably open. And this was how you ended up with four puppies in your car, riding home with you.
Initially, you had chosen these four puppies because you knew their temperament and you knew that they played well together. You hoped that after an entire day of running around that they would be too exhausted to do much else once they were home. But you were wrong. The moment that you let them into the living room, it was as if they hadn't been playing all day. They zoomed around, chasing each other, making use of the ample space that they were put into. You were tiredly trying to run after them and calm them down. You needed help, and you needed it fast.
There was only one person you could call in this situation, and you just had to be prepared with the outcome.
"Hm? Babe? Isn't it kind of late? I wasn't expecting a call from you today," Hoseok said when he picked up the phone, confusion evident in his tone. On days when you volunteered at the rescue, he rarely got calls from you. He'd get texts telling him where you were, or cute puppy pictures, but you were usually too exhausted by the time you got home to really have a conversation.
"Ah, it is kind of late, isn't it. I'm sorry," you apologized as you tried to get the puppy in your lap to stay still for a bit. You heard Hoseok chuckling on the other end, knowing that he was aware of what was happening on your end, and you couldn't help but sigh. "I... I'm actually calling because I need some help..."
Your words caused Hoseok to spring up in his bed, phone in hand as he pulled on a shirt. "Help? Is something wrong? Where are you? Do you need me to get you right away?" he asked quickly, his body already moving at lightning pace out of his room and towards the front door.
His sudden and worrying remarks threw you a bit off guard. You should have known how your words sounded, but your brain was too tired to process them. "It's nothing like that," you finally said, hearing the rustling on the other end stop. "I... I brought home four puppies today because we didn't have room for them. They're... a little too much for me to handle so I was wondering if... if you could come over to help?"
The moment those words left your lips, Hoseok fell silent on the other end. You thought that in your little tussle with the pup in your lap that the call had disconnected itself. You were just about to check it when Hoseok finally spoke.
"You...you want me to... come over?" he asked slowly as if the words were foreign to him. He heard a very gentle and quiet, 'yes' on the other end, and after a pause, he spoke again. "I-I'll be right over."
The drive to your apartment was a short one, but Hoseok's mind was racing the entire way over. Just last week he was complaining about how he had never been to your place, and now you were voluntarily inviting him over. He knew that you did it because you needed the help that you were struggling, but he was also getting a bit nervous about finally seeing your place. He knew this took a lot of courage on your end to even suggest it, and so he wanted to approach it with a leveled head.
Hoseok pulled into one of the opened spots before he made his way into the building, following your instructions to your apartment. He gave it a gentle knock, figuring that ringing the bell might cause more harm than good at this hour. To his luck, he heard some feet shuffling on the other end, and the door slowly opened to reveal your pretty face. He gave you a smile in response, and you returned it, stepping aside for him to enter.
"Thank you for stopping by..." you said softly, a slight look of guilt painted all over your features.
"It's not a big deal. I stopped by and got us some food as well, in case you didn't have time to eat today," Hoseok said giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead before he followed you further into the apartment.
His steps were tentative behind you as he stepped over the small gate you had up for the puppies. The moment he stepped over, he instantly noticed the difference. Your couch was pushed against the far wall to make sure that there was ample space for any four-legged house guest of yours to run around. You had pens set up along another partition as well as baskets with dog toys. You had their food and drink bowls neatly aligned on the other side. Though he had an idea as to why you were nervous about inviting him over, he didn't think this was that bad. With some time to organize, this was a very livable space for you and the dogs you fostered. You really had no reason to be as nervous as you were.
"This was what you were too afraid to show me?" he asked, trying to stifle his chuckle.
"It's a mess, Hoseok," you reiterated, putting the squirming puppy in your arms down.
"I mean, sure there are toys everywhere, and maybe one too many crates, but this is still neater than living with six guys," he teased softly. "There's some tidying up to be done, but maybe you could do that once the puppies are gone. Speaking of, you said that you were having trouble with the puppies, but I only see –"
But before Hoseok could finish his statement, the puppy that you had put down ran over to one of the dog best and promptly woke up the three that had been asleep. The moment that they were awake enough to realize that there was a new house guest, they all came running up to him. Hoseok was quick to lower himself, his face lighting up as he played with the puppies, the air filled with cute little barks.
Hoseok playing with the puppies gave you enough time to plate the food that he had brought for the two of you, and prepare the food for the four bundles of fluff. Your food was left on the counter as you moved over to Hoseok with the four bowls of dog food, each pup getting its own portion. However, two of the puppies ate a bit faster and were already trying to find more from the others, leaving the two of you to struggle in keeping them away so that the others could eat peacefully. When their tummies were full, they seemed to lose all of their energy and slowed down for a nap.
This gave you and Hoseok just enough time to eat your own food in the kitchen. Granted, your entire meal consisted of your boyfriend, teasing you for not inviting him over sooner. He reassured you that your space wasn't inadequate and even offered to play with the puppies later if you wanted to tidy it up to your liking. You thanked him, and you felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You were sure that if any other guy were brought into your home, they wouldn't have been this accepting. But Hoseok was… he was really something special.
The rest of your evening was spent playing with the puppies. The moment they woke up, energy meters refilled, they were a handful again. But with two of you, it was far more manageable. At one point, Hoseok took to playing with all four of them, a feat you weren't entirely sure how he managed to accomplish, as you took the time to move some things around. You pushed some old crates that you would bring back to the rescue towards the door. The picked up all of the toys that the puppies had unceremoniously taken from their baskets back into them. You even had the opportunity to do a bit of sweeping and cleaning the kitchen. By the time you were done and ready to situate yourself next to Hoseok, you couldn't help but giggle.
In the middle of your living room laid your boyfriend, puppies clambering all over him, but he was none the wiser. Taking care of the rambunctious quartet seemed to tire him out, and now he was passed out in the middle of it all. Gingerly, you picked up one of the puppies that almost stepped on his face and gave it some pets. Within the next hour, they had expelled all of that puppy energy and were slowly drifting off to dreamland themselves. You went around and picked up each one, putting them into the pen and making sure they were comfortable. Once they were all situated in their bed for the night, you headed back over to your boyfriend, giving him a gentle kiss on the nose.
"Hoseok..." you called out, shaking him slightly.
At the sound of his name and the spontaneous moment of his body, he woke up with a bit of a start, though he relaxed when he realized it was just you. Sleepily, he opened his eyes as he took in his surroundings, his brain, realizing that he had fallen asleep in the middle of your living room. "Ah, did I fall asleep? Are the puppies okay?"
You gave him a small smile. "They are. I just put them into the pen for the night. You did a good job at tiring them out… though they seemed to do a better job with you," you teased.
"They are… a lot of work," he said sheepishly.
"Thank you for coming over to help. I really appreciate it," you said earnestly.
"Any time, babe. And please don't be afraid to invite me over? I know that you love the dogs that you take care of, so I'm aware that your place may not always be the neatest and the most organized. I'm not scared off by it," he chided gently, giving you a kiss.
"You really are too perfect," you told him, watching that grin form on his lips. "Let's go to sleep."
Quietly the two of you moved to your feet, and you guided him back towards your bedroom, and over another dog gate. He stopped the moment you were over it, and you couldn't help but give him a confused look.
"You have a normal bed, right?" he teased.
The only thing Hoseok's remark got him, however, was a shove into the room and onto the bed that wasn't too far off. "Just get under the covers," you retorted, the two of you scrambling to get comfortable in each other's arms. You may have been worried about having Hoseok over before, but now, well, it wasn't a problem anymore...
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xiumin-on-this-shit · 5 years
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A Few Good Men (Part 3 of The Good Girl Series) Ch 1: A Favor
“Do you really think you going out is a good idea?” My brother hums. He is leaning in my doorway, missing a shirt as always. I ignore him as I pull my curls into a bun, focused on making myself somewhat presentable for the first time in months. Leggings and a t-shirt seem like my best option at the moment, even after a week of being cleared, everything hurts. Wonho sighs as he comes over and pushes me to sit down on my bed. He grumbles under his breath as he grabs a pair of my leggings, without hesitation he helps me put them on before setting out in search for at t-shirt. “I’m driving you there.”
I roll my eyes at him, but lift my arms when he yanks my shirt over my head, “Feeling protective today Oppa?”
He glares at me, “You know damn well we all are. You are lucky it’s me who came up and not Jooheon, he’s down stairs ready to call Haneul to tell her to fuck off.”
“I’ve been stuck inside for seven months. I need to get out and stretch, I need to go work.”
“You were in a coma for six of those months and we took you on walks so you wouldn’t get so pale. Wheeling you around like a dead body was not as easy as you would think.”
I can’t help but crack a smile, “I appreciate that and the videos Shownu took were great.”
“Yea, yea,” He sits next to me for a moment, “Thanks for not dying by the way. I don’t think any of us could have handled you not coming home.”
“If this is your attempt at convincing me to stay home you need to do better.”
“I could call Dad.”
“I dare you,” An evil grin spreads across my face, “Call him and tell him Haneul asked for me to stop in for a little bit and you don’t want me to go. It’s not like she is our top customer or anything.”
He sighs again, “I’m driving.”
“Great cause I still can’t. Appreciate the shirt by the way, nice touch,” I laugh as I stare down at our generic t-shirt for the company. It’s royal blue with large white letters that spell Don’t shoot the messenger. Wonho just chuckles as he makes quick work of my socks and runners.
“You good to go down the stairs?”
“I’ll work on that while you get yourself dressed.”
“You sure?”
I nod, shooing him away, “I’ll get one of the others to help.” He listens after a few empty threats, leaving me to my own devices. Standing on too thin legs I make my way across my room and into the hall after him. I am breathless by the time I reach the stairs. Without much thought I plop down on the metal stairs and scoot down with a solid grip on the railing. IM is waiting at the bottom patiently, a small, proud smile on his face.
“All the way down, look at you,” He offers me a hand to get back on my feet. “You heading out?”
“Yep, I’ll only be gone for a little bit. Haneul just wants to check in after everything.”
“She has been extra nice since your shooting,” He points out as he escorts me towards the garage door.
“She feels responsible for me, she’s been like that since we met. I’m sure she’s just going to give me a check up and send me home with a blessing.”
“Let’s hope it’s just that,” Wonho chimes in as he joins us. “Are you feeling like a car or a motorcycle?”
“Motorcycle!”
IM scoffs, “Why do even bother asking?”
We all head into the garage, IM hands me my red leather jacket while Wonho pulls his own black one on. He climbs on the bike and offers me a hand to climb on behind.
“Be safe, okay?” IM warns as he hands us our helmets.
I tsk, “You guys worrying is going to jinx me.”
“I’ll be there the whole time, nothing will happen to her on my watch,” The other man does little to offer our brother comfort. I just roll my eyes at them as I pull my helmet on, hiding my small smile, thankful for their concern. “Ready?” Wonho’s voice echoes through the Bluetooth in my helmet.
I tighten my hold around his waist, putting little effort to hold myself on the gas tank, “Yep!”
IM opens the small garage door, allowing us to zoom out and into the small parking lot outside of the shop. We are buzzed through the tall bar wire fence before we are able to make it to the street. It’s an amazing feeling to have the world rush pass me, the night lights just neon blurs in my peripheral. The ride isn’t that long, Wonho pulls in front of the luxurious looking club and parks his bike there. A valet comes up to us but my brother shoots him away.
“We are just going to be here for a minute,” He tells the other man, “Haneul is just checking in.”
The man nods and quickly escorts us to the door. Hyolyn is there picking at her nails, her eyes shift up to find us standing in the door way and widen almost comically. “The great Natasha lives!” With that she charges at me, nearly taking me to the ground, “I’ve missed that sweet face of yours!”
I smile as I accept her hug, “I’ve missed you too.”
“Hey, hey, hey, get your grubby hands off her,” Wonho easily peels the girl off of me, ignoring her whines and kicks. “We are here to see the boss lady and that’s it.”
“Since when have you been such a mama bear? What happened to your companies ‘you are on your own’ motto?’
I raise my brows at her, “You are a year and a half behind, don’t be stupid.”
Her pout falters as a guilty look settles over her features, “Sorry. Come on, I’ll bring you to her.”
“You good to walk all the way back there?” Wonho questions as we begin the long track into the club.
I nod, “We are going into the lions den, gotta keep a brave face.”
Things are in full throttle with girls all over the place, men young and old alike chasing after them. My brother is hot on my heels the moment he catches sight of a man eyeing me up even in my condition. I let him puff his chest and glare the man down. We reach the door to the back and my whole body is asking me to stop. I’m so tired but I’m this far, I can make it down the hall without collapsing, at least I think I can. Many of the girls wandering through the halls greet me with beautiful smiles, a few offer hugs, some attempt to chat but my brother makes them move along as politely as he can, which isn’t polite at all but I let it slide. My legs are going to give out any moment and I would prefer not to cause a scene.
When we arrive at Haneul’s office Hyolyn knocks once before letting herself in. The moment we step inside Wonho scoops me up to dump me in one of the comfortable chairs in front of Haneul’s desk.
“Can you get her some water?” He all but demands from Hyolyn.
“Please don’t raise your voice at my girls,” A voice warns from behind a room divider near the back corner of the room. Wonho tenses as he crouches down close to me, now using me as a shield to hide from the fierce woman. The tanned goddess comes out with a tray in her hands and a smile on her beautiful face. She clicks over to me in her heels, her black wavy locks bounce with every step against her back. In leather pants and a fire engine red silk blouse, she looks like the boss she is. Her warm brown eyes find my own, her smile becomes more genuine as she sets the tray on her desk and comes to greet me, “How is my favorite little bird doing?”
I chuckle at the old nickname, “I’ve been better but I’ve also been worse.”
“Have your brothers been taking good care of you since your dad has been out? I talked to him earlier today on the phone, he’s upset he couldn’t join us today.”
“Yea, when he got your call last week about that meeting in the states he didn’t think he would be gone this long but those guys there are spoiling him rotten with information. He said he should have your moneys worth when he get home later this week.”
She beams at me, “I can’t wait. Now enough about him, how is your physical therapy going? Do you need anything that I can get you?”
“She’s fine,” Wonho mumbles next to me, earning himself a deadly glare.
“I’m fine, really,” I answer before he can earn her true wrath. “The boy have been great, the doctor visits have been great, therapy has been great. Thank you again for paying for the bills, you did not have to do that. We have more than enough to cover them.”
“So do I. Spending money on my friend is worth every penny. I am just happy you are still kicking, I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to my little bird.” She strokes my head fondly, “I’m still so sorry about this whole thing but I really need a favor.”
I raise my brows at that, “A favor? I know I said I’m fine but I can’t even walk a city block without having to take a break, I can’t go on a job just yet.”
“Wonho, could you step out with Hyolyn for a moment while we chat?”
“No thanks,” He quickly responds.
“I’ll be fine,” I pat his arm reassuringly, “Plus I’m pretty sure I saw Seungcheol oppa out there working. Go harass him for a while.”
It takes a few tugs from Hyolyn to get my brother out of the room, “I’ll be right out here if you need me!” He shouts as she gets him out the door, closing it behind him.
“So what’s this favor?”
She smiles softly, “How about some tea first?” The Latin woman pulls away to return to her desk, she pours me a cup of tea and adds a little sugar and honey before handing it off to me. Leaning against the desk she stares down at me, “I have these friends who lost the person they care about almost a year ago. I am partly the reason she left, so my dear friend is extremely upset with me.”
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Well, I was wondering if you would do me the biggest favor and spend a little time with him and one of his brothers.”
“Why me?” I question.
“Drink some of your tea before it gets cold,” she tells me first. She waits until I take a few sips, “You look a lot like the girl. It might help them get some rest if they spend some time with you.”
I hold the cup out to her, “No thank you. Can you please get Wonho oppa? I’m ready to go.”
“Drink, please, I’m not done talking.” She gently shoved it back at me.
I begrudgingly take a big drink in hopes of finishing it and leaving, “I won’t do it. I love you Unni and I appreciate everything you do for me but I can’t do that. Ask me for anything else and you’ve got it.”
“This is the only thing I need. I swear it won’t be anything sexual. Just let them hug you and maybe sleep next to you for a bit. I know you don’t want to, I know the bad memories are all coming back but it won’t be like that. You have my word. They just need a moment of peace, can you please do that for me?”
I want to leave. I want my brother to come and take me home so I don’t have to leave ever again. My hands are shaking, Hanuel silently urges me to drink the last of my tea before taking the clattering cup and saucer away. She set that aside, crouches down in front of me and rubs my knees in a attempt to calm the shakes that erupt through my body. Part of me feels as if I have to say yes, Hanuel got me to where I am now, I should be able to do this favor for her.
“I can’t.”
“It’s okay little bird,” she moves to hug me, resting my head in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you upset. Just breath okay? You should feel okay in a minute.”
My toes are tingling. Then my fingers are, panic attempts to set in but is pushed away by a sudden sense of calm. The shaking stops.
I choke out a cry as realization creeps in.
“You didn’t.” I hope and pray she didn’t do this to me but the familiar feeling of a sedative cocktail begins to buzz through my whole body. I choke out a cry as the world begins to go fuzzy. “No, no, no! I don’t want to go to sleep!”
She just shushes me, my body slowly going numb, “It okay, it’s okay, you’ll just take a good rest and then everything should be fine. You’ll do so good.”
“Please don’t make me,” my words begin slurring together.
Haneul ignores my pleas, kissing the top of my head and rocking me gently back and forth. She mumbles under her breath to me as everything fades away, “Everything will be okay little bird.”
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peachydyoung · 6 years
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paramour | d.sc (m)
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— genre ➙  nonidol!au + patientwinwin!au + intern!reader + smut + angst
— words ➙  10k if there’s spelling mistakes please excuse them. i’ve been up for like 20 hours and would like to go to sleep
— member ➙ Dong Sicheng
— warnings ➙ graphic smut, dirty talk,  softdom!winwin + sub!reader, oral sex, sex, fingering + strong language + forbidden relationship. Mentions of mental illness but not directly linked with characters, addiction
There were a lot of secrets Sicheng had. He was struggling with his past addiction to Adderal and Xanax; no longer being addicted. And dealing with his insufferable snobby family. His obsession with drugs shifted when he met the new intern at the Psychiatric hospital, his old summer fling. Also turning out to be his therapist. Sicheng is desperate for love, and so are you. Everyone knows Sicheng is hard to resist.
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— ⚠️ DISCLAIMER⚠️ ➙  This contains a very problematic scenario. Please know that this is a story with an intriguing topic to read about, not to act upon. Each fic will have their own set of warnings, look at them and evaluate if they are for you. My intention is not to offend, or trigger anybody, I am here to entertain you and exercise my passion as a writer.
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You bumped into your ex-boyfriend.
Although it was mandatory to speak at him since you did work at the same psychiatric hospital, you still didn’t like it.  Especially since he was your superior Doctor and you were only an intern.
When you saw Wonho walking down the hall you couldn’t find the strength to let him look you in the eyes. So instead, you went down a different hall taking you away from your desired destination.
Though you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him anymore, you would rather not see him in a workplace environment. Seeing each other only led to uncomfortable confrontations and terrible work gossip. All of which you hated.
However, you were not going to let Wonho ruin your day. You had finally been given a patient to counsel, and you could say you were very excited. You were even more excited about finishing up your day and going home.
“So this means what?” You asked while Sue bit her lip, looking at your intern uniform. You wore a red top with the Therapy center's name embroidered into the upper right shoulder. It was paired with your old blue skinny jeans.
She nodded her head at you, smiling proudly and handing you your clipboard. “It means that you look cute and you’re ready for this patient. He doesn't like feeling like he’s here… ya know… in a hospital. So casual clothes are the way to go.”
Sue was the only person you could turn to as of recently. She was older than you by thirty-two years and a nurse at Old Thornhill psychiatric center, but you were still best friends with the women. It was as if she was just your older sister.
“No. This means I’m growing up.” And despite the fact that you loved some aspects of adulthood, you hated the tremendous pressure that was put on you. You couldn’t stand paying rent, you couldn’t stand part time jobs, and you couldn't stand living alone. You hated it.
“Isn’t that what you want?” She pushed her glasses further up her nose and clacked on her reception computer before looking back up at you.
“Not when I like how things are going in my life. Sometimes I welcome change, sometimes I don’t.” She chuckled, handing you your lanyard with your hospital I.D in it.
“Well once you leave you can be rid of Hoseok, our tortured doctor. And you can tell everyone you know what it means to be in a judgment-free, passionate, kind workplace.” You winced at her words. Sue still loved Hoseok. Hoseok being Wonho's more formal name.
And to be frank, Wonho was giving everyone shit for breaking up with you. He was stressed and not over you one bit, but that was his fault for breaking up with you on a technicality.
“Tortured?” You took the I.D card from her and put it around your neck, running a hand delicately through your hair. “How do you still bear him.” The hospital was doing slowly as of right now. There hadn’t been any extreme episodes in a couple weeks and everything was going fine.
“Forgiveness, Y/N. You would do well to learn that before you leave as well.”
You hated talking about Wonho. Everything that happened between you two was so public and tragic that reliving it was too painful for you to think about. But instead of staying. You quickly grabbed your clipboard and said a goodbye to Sue.
You hurried down the hallway faster than normal. You didn’t just run to get to your patient, you ran because Hoseok always came down this way at this time. And like you always so potently pointed out. You hated him.
You hurried to the door. Trying to peer into the room, the blinds stood in the way.
Oddly enough, you still opened the door, stepping in and realizing nobody was there. You cocked your eyebrow, looking behind the door and around the room. Patients were interesting sometimes, you never knew how their mind worked. So you wouldn't be surprised if a patient was hiding from you. But instead, you decided to sit down and see how this plays out. Maybe this patient was late.
You remembered Wonho. You remembered everything about him so clearly.
You had been standing next to an annoying intern all day. It was your first day at the hospital and you were getting a tour.
Amidst the commotion of the busy week and crowded hallway, you bumped into a stranger. You both tried to get past each other, but you were both stepping in each other’s way again, accidentally.
By then your group was long gone, and you were with some attractive stranger.
“Are you new?” He asked, a smirk present on his pink lips. It was the same man that you saw at the front desk. You nodded, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He continued to look down your body. You could tell he didn’t do this often, from the way people looked at him and listened to every word he called out, you knew he was respected.
“What’s your name?” The mysterious black haired doctor asked. The same man who you had been told was the most respected doctor there.
“Y/N.” You replied with a racing heart.  He chuckled at you, your eyes drifting from his face and to his muscular arms. Maybe he wore short-sleeved doctor scrubs for a reason. The scrubs looked like they were going to rip, he was so buff.  “And you?”
“Dr. Lee, but for you it’s Wonho… tell me Y/N, why aren’t you on the tour with the rest of the interns,” He asked with a self-satisfied smirk, knowing full well he’s the reason why.  
“Someone got in my way,” You said back, acting as innocent as you possibly could despite saying something like that to your superior. “So if you excuse me, I’ll have to go catch up with them.”
“That won’t be necessary Y/N.” He edged closer to you, fingertips delicately running through his hair. “I’m your tour guide from now on.”
Sometimes you hated yourself for accepting that tour from him. You didn’t know you would end up causing yourself all this grief. You looked up, seeing your patient step through the door.
“—Listen, I know you’re here to get information out of me, but I’m not here for small talk, I’m here for my mother and friend. That’s all.” You looked down at your clipboard, reading over his information. Clicking your green pen and beginning to write down on the orange notepad, you smiled.  
While you jotted down the beginnings of what would be your notes for this session, Sicheng took his time to watch you. He was good at examining people. It was one of his favorite things to do, he had a flare for analyzation. He liked your hair, he liked how long your eyelashes were, he liked the way the bridge of your nose dipped so graciously. But he found it hard to simply just figure you out. You had peaked his interest.
“Mr. Dong, I f—” An unfamiliar huff came from the boy.
“It’s Winwin, got it?” He sounded disinterested, a sarcastic sounding boy. His name surprised you, not vaguely familiar at all. It was him, the one and only.
“Winwin?” You looked up, shock apparent on your face. The brown haired boy smiled, slowly turning his smile into a sinister smirk.
“I was wondering when you would notice.”
You and Sicheng had a summer fling the summer after your senior year. Nothing came of it but a happy summer with a Chinese boy from your high school. His smirk deemed to be more troubling than anticipated, his malicious smirk giving you ideas of what he was thinking.
“Sicheng you can’t tell anybody,” Your breath hitched in your throat, giving away every single emotion you were feeling. You knew that if you backed down from your first patient, you would not get one again, and you needed this. You needed a good resume after you completed college.
“And why would I do that?” he smiled. It wasn’t a fake smile or a sinister one, it was one of true curiosity. “Afterall, you were my favorite thing to play with.”
“You’re not very quiet anymore,” you mumbled, recollecting how shy he was in high school and how he barely talked to people.
“That’s because I can speak English now. Learning Korean and English takes its toll on someone. You can’t expect someone who knew only Chinese to be the loudest person in high school.” And he was right. Sicheng was quiet in school. A quiet stunner. He was charming, kind, funny, and incredibly gorgeous. Below the surface was an incredibly deep-voiced boy with a hard personality. “And of course I’m not going to be my usual shy self with someone I’ve seen naked.”
You stared at him, narrowing your widened eyes and making sure he knew you were serious. “Sicheng. You can’t say a word. You can’t mention this at all.” He nodded, understanding that maybe it wasn’t in his best interest to tell everyone he had sex with the intern counseling him. Despite what everyone thought, he craved friendship, he wanted people to break the barrier of shyness he had up. Nobody ever would.
“So what are we going to talk about now prince—”
“And you can’t do that either. Or I’ll switch patients, you’re my patient, not my friend.” He frowned, leaning back in his chair and thinking for a moment. He finally spoke.
“Okay.” It was surprisingly soft as if he was thinking of what to do next, his hand extending to your desk to shake your hand. “It’s just really hard coming here when you feel like everyone out is get you—let’s start over—I’m Winwin.”
You smiled softly, taking his hand and shaking. You nodded at him. “I’m your doctor, Ms. Y/L/N”
Suddenly a wide smile fell on his face a laugh erupting from his lips as he watched you. Did he just? The inevitable answer was yes—yes he did. Heaving to catch his breath he giggled.
“You’re so gullible aren’t you! We’re gonna have so much fun Y/N…. now…. Down to business, do your job.”
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Session 3, November 21st
It had been raining every day that week. It didn’t matter how hot or cold it was,  the rain would come in light patters or heavy pounds. Today it had been on and off, giving only a few minutes of rainless bliss in between the heavy rain showers. You weren’t looking forward to seeing Sicheng, but at that same time, something was bound to happen when he came, that always excited you.
Jooheon and Minhyuk were desperate at that point for you to give Wonho a chance. They even wanted you to go out with them. Jooheon was courting a girl and didn’t want to go alone, while Wonho was trying to fix things with you. Jooheon thought a group setting would have been a better choice for everyone to connect.
Sicheng, on the other hand, was acting moody during his sessions. Sometimes acting cheeky and then other’s acting particularly sentimental. Though you knew that wasn't uncommon for him.  
Sicheng bustled into the office, running his fingers through his wet hair and glancing at you momentarily, like always, he wore his infamous sparkly eyed smiled.
He shook off his jacket, leaving it on the coat rack next to the door and strolled over to his chair, falling back in his seat and chuckling. He didn't waste any time to start talking.
“You know,” he started. “I think your therapy is already working on me.” You blinked at him, nodding for him to go on with the little story.
“Really?” You asked curiously. “Go on, I would love to hear what you did.” But instead of jumping in, he raised his eyebrow at you and said something different.
It wasn't like Sicheng asked it innocently, he wanted to make you uncomfortable, he always liked making you uncomfortable. It was his favorite past time. He loved everything about the feeling when your face would mirror the disgust you felt inside. 
“I haven't had sex in months,” he stated.
With a keen eye, you stared at him, a scowl plastered on your face as he smirked. These were one of the days that he was particularly controversial. He would always say or ask random things that were said to surprise you.
“I don’t think this is very—”
But you knew he had no care of what you thought in these particular moments.
“But I’m asking, so you should answer.”
No. That wasn’t how it worked. He had a habit of wanting things his way or no way and you were pretty sure he would give you shit if you didn't say anything.
“I don’t really care,” You said back, a tension settling over the room. Sicheng’s being a little more playful than your intense annoyed one.
"Do you have sex often, Y/N?" He asked, leaning closer to your desk in curiosity. If he thought you would ever answer, he was crazy. “From what I remember, you were a handful,” He recollected, bringing his finger up to his chin and thinking comically.
He stared at you, watching as your face contorted into different emotions. If it wasn’t enough to tease you about the old days, what was? He knew you well. He knew you like the back of his hand. It was easy to get into your head, it was easy to make you fall in love. “You were pretty demanding.” He chuckled. “Sicheng, I sucked you, so you have to eat me out. Sicheng get me food! I hate this position let’s try—”
“Sicheng!” You nearly shouted. Quieting down once you heard the volume of your voice.
“What?” He exclaimed. "I haven't had sex in months," he reasoned. "What do you expect, I can't find any women as demanding as you."
Remembering the many playful fights you had with each other over the summer. How he always made you sit on his lap when you got mad at him. How he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were talking to your friends, you began to feel a little... nostalgic? sad? “I want a demanding woman. It’s cute to see them try and disobey me.”
“This is insanely inappropriate. We’ve only had three sessions—”
“And you always used to swoop my hair to the side,” he chuckled “And I’d get mad at you because Yuta would always tease us and it was… embarrassing.”
“I—We never dated, we were friends with benefits,” you looked down, writing down random notes that would serve no help to you, all you wanted was to look like you didn’t care.
“You’re really telling me we weren’t a real cou—”
“Yes, I am,” you believed otherwise. Of course, you had to say anything to make Sicheng leave you alone. But all you could think about was how he touched you. You had always been very touchy, Sicheng just hated when people saw. And you had always thought of him as your boyfriend, though you never made it official.
"Do you have sex often, Y/N?"
"No."
“I feel like you’re lying.” he leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched you. “That hurts my feelings, Y/N.”  How was he doing this to you? You had guessed it was just his face.  You’d never lost your mind over a patient before. It was obvious he knew you inside out.  "I don't like when people hurt my feelings.”
He knew what you liked and he knew what you lusted for. You might have had power, but he knew how to make the moved to override anything professional. The temptation is very dangerous.
You wanted to say something, but instead, you remained quiet. Waiting for your time to be up.
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Session 5, November 23rd
“I didn’t realize I was so unimportant to you.” Sicheng leered as he walked around the therapy office, stopping at the window momentarily to take in the weather. It was rainy, as per usual. It always rained around there, around the hospital that is. It was always cold as well, always colder than everywhere else in town.
Sicheng was seen as a high-risk patient, although you had to disagree. This was your fourth session. The last two days gave you enough time to note all his previous tragedies after you exited his life. And to say the least—they were all terrible and tragic. But somehow Sicheng still remained oddly punctual. His mother was probably the only reason why he was still here, she was keeping her son here even against doctors advice. She’s convinced there's something wrong.
“Winwin, I hope you can elaborate on why you think that?” You replied, your head still stuffed in your notes, ferociously writing everything down about Winwin. He looked back at you, admiring how keen you looked with your hair down and speedily writing on your note sheet.
While he ditched you for drugs, he wondered who was holding you instead of him, and he felt guilty. He felt guilty for leaving when he had feelings for you. It might have only been a friends with benefits thing to you, but maybe if he stuck around he would have never gotten in the car accident and would have never been doing drugs. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew you were his, or else you wouldn’t come back, you wouldn’t be together.
“For one.” He began, turning towards you and walking closer to your desk, falling back into his chair that sat proudly in front of it. “You don’t look at me when we talk. And you talk to me like I’m your patient. I thought we were more than that.” You glanced at him, shaking your head lightly. He had been talking about his issues so leisurely, you were narrowing down medications and possible disorders he could have. 
“I thought we were more when you cut ties with me after that summer. But I guess not.” He frowned, looking to the side and thinking of a comeback. But to no avail, he settled for a mediocre reply.
“I’m here now?” He gave with a wry smile. “Besides, we can be friend—”
“Sich—Winwin,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I think one of the reasons why you feel depressed is because you never go outside.” He cocked his head to the side, thinking on what you were saying. It was obvious nobody had said this before. “You’re constantly at home not doing anything,” you explained. “You never hang out with your friends and you’re always being babied by your mother. When we were…. Together… You forced me out of my house, you had friends, you were happy because you were around people. If you try to reconnect maybe go out with Yuta or Taeil, you won’t constantly be thinking about your father or all the things you stress about.”
He thought about it for a moment. Looking at you to continue “You start doing that, or I put you on Lexapro.” You looked at the time on your watch, seeing that the session was nearing a close. Winwin looked conflicted, his arms crossed tightly and his body leaned into the chair with a frown on his youthful face.
“And what do I get? What happens if I listen?” Inevitably it wasn’t enough for him. He wasn’t the same boy you once knew. Once where there were soft curves now have rough edges, but it was refreshing, you knew he still had a softness to him. You knew the whole time.
“You get happiness. You get your friends, you get family, you could even possibly… get a significant other.” He cocked his eyebrow in amusement. Watching as your face blushed under your words. You were always someone who blushes easily.
“That’s not enough,” He simpered, leaning in closer to your desk suspiciously. You raised your eyebrow like you usually found yourself doing.
“And what can I do for you that would be enough, Sicheng.” A small smirk was present on his lips, his face mirroring something sinister.
“Tell me Y/N,” he bit his lip, staring at you with mischievous eyes. A wild gleam forming in his brown orbs. “Are you still as sexually submissive as I remember?” Your heartbeat picked up, but you wouldn’t realize until after he left at how nervous you were. You couldn’t feel or see your blush, but you knew you were turning red. “Because I would love to find out.”
“Mr. Dong,” You spat coldly at him, trying to remain calm. But you knew, some part of you really did want to be with this boy. Not because you actually liked him, more so because you wanted to bury Wonho’s chapter. You wanted to leave him behind. “I’ll be informing your mother that Lexapro is the new medication, she’ll know once you get home.” Winwin eyes filled with concern, immediately wishing he hadn’t said anything. He hated medication.
“How about a kiss on the cheek?” He suggested. “That, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You weighed your options. Medication truly was the last resort since you didn’t really see a need for it. Wonho suggested it. So instead of actually giving him medication, you let it slide that Sicheng had been inappropriate with you.
“Fine.” You stood up from your chair, walking towards the door. You waited for him to gather himself and mirror your actions, watching his taller frame pull his chair back and stand up, rubbing his hands with a smirk he walked closer towards you. Standing right in front of he looked down at you, turning his face and waiting for you to give him what he wanted.
“I’m ready when you are, princess.” His old pet name didn’t come without complications. They came with recollections of what you both did when he used it, despite it being a bit cliche, it never got old coming from him. It tasted like honey on his tongue. Lily puckering your lips, you reached moved closer.
You should have known. Maybe you were too gullible.
In one swift movement, his face turned and a kiss was planted on Sicheng’s lips. His hands pulling your waist towards him, and he pushed you into the wall. You hadn’t really thought about it. You didn’t know what to do. You knew it was wrong, but somehow the feeling of kissing him back felt like a rebel. It felt too good to stop, and afterward, you knew you would act like you hated it when you both knew you didn’t. You, in fact, wanted it a lot.
The first kiss was soft, but as your back pressed against the wall, Sicheng inhaled sharply and grabbed your harsher, he kissed you harsher. His hands were running up your body wildly as you wrapped your hands around his neck. His palms were grabbing at your ass one moment and then touching your clothed core. And then slowly the kisses mirrored Sicheng's manner. Open-mouthed and tongue, the only sound being the way your tongues danced.
But slowly he pulled away, another malicious smirk playing on his face.
“Dr. Y/L/N, care to show me out?”
To say the least. You went home that day feeling a fool.
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“So how’s everything for you Y/N?” Wonho asked, sipping his drink as he turned to you.
You didn’t know how, but somehow you found yourself roped into dinner with a couple people from work. You had finished seeing Winwin that day and you weren’t excited about seeing him the next day. Unavoidably he brought up the kiss, bragging and gloating as if your job wasn’t on the line.
And instead of meeting with his mother to discuss possible treatments, you were roped into Minhyuk’s little dinner, bringing you along with Sarah to be ‘The perfect matchmaker’ in his eyes. Jooheon liked Sarah and Wonho liked you. So there you sat at dinner, with Wonho’s muscular arm around your shoulder and Minhyuk basking in the fact he had just made you extremely uncomfortable.
“Everything’s great,” you hummed, trying to wiggle out of Wonho’s grasp.
“That’s great,” he smiled down at you. “We haven’t been able to catch up in awhile,” he mused.
But that didn’t matter. Nothing Wonho said mattered when you saw Winwin.
As soon as you saw Yuta, Johnny, and Sicheng walk into the same restaurant you knew that you would be in trouble in a matter of minutes. It seemed that Winwin had kept in contact with all the people from high school and you cut ties with everyone, but as Winwin spotted you, there was no hiding the fact that he was excited.
And if it wasn’t enough for Winwin, who you knew was spilling all the things he had said to you to them, giving you looks was. And the looks he gave caused attention. You guessed he was betting on the fact that Wonho or someone else would see. He was betting on the fact he would see how uncomfortable Sicheng made you.
“Will you excuse me?” You asked, not waiting for a response as you grabbed your bag and shuffled off towards the bathroom. 
The way he turned to Johnny and Yuta and skillfully told them. The way his eyes traced Wonho’s arm but still had an unwavering smirk on his face pointed to all signs. Dong Sicheng would not stop until he was yours. He had listened to your advice, he had made out with you, and he was pointing to the fact that you both had a connection. And here he was, at the same place you were. It had to be a sign.
You didn’t know why you left the table, you weren’t too shaken up to need a break. But maybe a part of you, no matter how deep down, wanted Sicheng to follow you. 
He had been wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, yet he always managed to look good. It was a wonder to you that only three sessions in, Sicheng had commanded full attention over you. It was as if you were pulled to him. Not a feeling of love, but a feeling of ‘you’re attractive and I need somebody’ despite how desperate it sounded.
“Were you waiting for me, Princess?” His voice hung thick in the narrow corridor, watching as you leaned up against the wall and smiling. “I didn’t know you and Dr. Lee Hoseok were a thing—”
“We’re not,” you shot down quickly. His raised his eyebrows, sauntering closer to your form. His elbow resting against the wall as he stared at you, his breath fanning your face.
“You deny it quick Y/N… almost as if you don’t want someone to get the wrong idea.”
There had been to many encounters with Winwin to have another tense one that would reply itself in your mind for days.
“Can you stop following me?” You asked harshly, trying to redirect the conversation although you knew that it was all a coincidence.
“Following you?” He asked a little shocked. Coincidences meant something, they always did. “Does the idea flatter you? A handsome boy following you.” And then suddenly he was in front of you, his lips eerily close to your collarbone. “I wasn’t following you if that’s what you think.” He suddenly pulled away. A smile illuminating his handsome features. “But if you want to flatter yourself with that idea, I don’t object.”
You didn’t know why you were feeling this was, to be honest. And it was a really hard feeling to analyze, you didn’t know what you felt, all you knew was that you felt it. You stared at him, taking in his casual appearance, the glow on his skin, the smile on his face. It felt normal, like you two were normal but then again, you weren’t.
“You should get back your friends, Y/N, you don’t want them to come looking for us.”
The regret would come in quiet moments, in times where you could stop and think. Before you went to sleep when you were in the shower, or even now. As Sicheng stood over you, your veins coursing with adrenaline. Your heart rate picking up. And no matter how hard you pushed back, temptation pushed harder. And finally, you wondered why you could never control yourself.
It seemed unfair that no matter how hard you strived to be a good, responsible, decent human being, you were constantly taunted by your desires. Each one is more tempting than the other, and somehow you never learned. When it came to love you thought with your feelings, your logic coming in afterward.
“Will you be able to survive without me?” He asked, amusement woven in his voice. “It’s only until tomorrow,” He pouted. “You can wait that long rig—”
“Just go Sicheng.”
He had always been the one to tease you. Taunting you with his words like it was some kind of joke. You resented him for that. He put his hands up like you were the police. Like you had caught him stealing drugs, he used to do years ago. With a smirk and his hands up, walking backward, there was no more good cop and bad cop anymore. Because there was a part of you that wanted him, and you hated yourself for it.
Why couldn’t you want Wonho? Why were you set on having someone you shouldn’t have. And Wonho was perfect for your life right now. He had money, a stable job, he was kind (notwithstanding) and endearing. But no. You wanted an ex-addict, summer fling, with daddy issues. It stumped you. Your back still against the wall, your body vehemently trying to regain air as you stood there shocked.
Just go, Y/N. Get out of here. And so you did. Pacing back to the table with your friends, the buzzing, and smiles of the group rendering you jealous. Had you wanted Winwin to come over? The question raced through your mind. There was no other possible explanation for why you stood up. You knew he would come, you knew that the whole time. So why put yourself in a situation you don’t want.
“I need to go.”
They all glanced up at you. Minhyuk’s face dropping at your skittish demeanor. You guessed that it was good you told Minhyuk your doubts about you and Wonho, at least then you wouldn’t have somehow created a huge lie on why you wanted to leave or looked so nervous.
“Okay…?” Minhyuk trailed off, his head cocking to the side and a concerned look painted on his face. Wonho on other-other hand wore an indignant expression irritably snatching his water from the table and taking a long sip. You glanced at him, taking you purse that laid on the seat.
“Get home safely,” he simmered, anger watered down by his self-control. You nodded, pushing the doors of the restaurant open and walking in the drizzling night.
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Session 7, November 24th
He stood outside the door, heaving a loud breath and smiling momentarily. He was excited to see you again. Old mannerisms coming back like they never left. It felt odd from his normal behavior, though still apart of him, he liked it. He liked that things were coming back to normal. He liked that he saw Johnny again. He liked Taeil and Yuta. And he liked you.
The knob of the door turned slowly, commanding your attention at how eerily slow it was going. You smoothed your hair quickly and had already taken out your notes, looking for even the slightest chance of progress with Sicheng. “So you and Wonho,” He started with, opening the door and closing it softly behind you. Pushing his soft brown hair from his eyes and smiling weakly.
“Would you stop bringing him up?” You asked more forcibly than you should have. Sicheng looked uncomfortable. “You always butt into my personal life like it’s a game. Stop it.”
He quieted down, nodding his head slowly at you, seeing the sudden outburst. But with him you never knew, it could all be a game. “So tell me.” You began. “Have you made any progress?”
And then that session, something very odd happened. It was almost like a switch went off. Sicheng had been showing incredible progress. He had gone back to his old self again, his high school self.
Shyly answering your questions with thoughtful answers, minimal laughing, and smirks. Just soft smiles. He was enchanting to watch, not knowing if it was your treatment or outburst that changed him. And then slowly his answers fell back into the same rut. Switching between provocative and shy, some being a mix.
“You seem to be doing good you,” you mumbled, leaning back in your seat and setting down your pen.
“Because of you princess. You’re the first one not to shove pills down my throat and expect a change.” Princess. The pet name reminded you why you were here. A grin sat on his face, proud and happy.
“It’s just… are you lying? Because it seems so quick, you’ve been in therapy nonstop for a year.” He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms in displeasure.
“No. I’m not lying, Y/N. We’ve had six, now seven sessions, I think that’s enough to show some progress.” You nodded, believing him for once. But you dreaded what was to come. “Well—I’m afraid that you have 6 more sessions to go in the treatment. After that, you can decide to go somewhere lower risk or just stop. I’ve talked—convinced your mother and she seems to believe me.” As much as he tried to hide his smile, you could still see the ends of his lips turning in a happy dance. He looked at you, his lips falling into place.
“Than why do you look sad?” He asked. “Is it because you want to see me more?” An arrogant smirk found it ways on his face.
And that absolutely was not it. You had decided not see him for the same reason you wanted to see him. You liked him.
“Next session will be our last session. I can’t keep seeing you, you’ll be in good hand, Dr...“ You shuffled through your paperwork, looking for a name. “Dr. Lee Jooheon will just take over. He won’t ask any personal questions, he’ll just make sure you’re sticking to the treatment plan.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Sicheng’s voice turned dangerously deep, his eyes widening in disgust for what you were proposing. Despite the fact he liked you, you were one of the only advisors he’d ever trusted, and not being able to talk to you, to smell your fruity perfume saddened him. “Why? Why now? Why can’t you see me?” His eyebrows furrowed in a cocktail of confusion and anger.
“It wouldn’t be very appropriate for me to keep treating you,” you sighed, this was only your first time meeting a real patient and you already screwed everything up.
“How? Is this because of the kiss? I won’t do it again.” He leaned forward angrily, his demeanor becoming aggressive and volatile.
“ I’ve grown... very fond of you. My opinion is no longer neutral everything I say will be bias—“
“You’re not going to see me because you like me?” His voice raised, his volume at a staggering level. You were thankful for the soundproof rooms in the place. He slowly stood up, his face getting closer to yours.
“Excuse me?! I don’t like you!” You raised your voice back, slamming your hands on the desk and standing up to match him.
“I won’t fucking act on anything if that’s what you want to hear!” But you knew that you would, sooner or later.
“This is my career. It’s against my work code, I could get in trouble. I’m exploiting my power over you. If I do it to gratify my own sexual, financial or egotistical needs, it's a violation. If I say I can no longer treat you, you’re just going to have to accept that.”
His stood back, looking at you, his face distorting into despondency and he heard the words leave your mouth. “But please Sicheng… Don’t let this affect your treatment. You’re doing well. I want you happy.”
“You would make me happy.” He whispered, his voice cracking under the tension in the room. “You always made me happy.”
“Sicheng you need to leave.”
“It was always you.” You looked into his eyes. In his brown orbs, reflected the thing you didn’t want to see. All the lonesomeness and depression gathered into one set of beautiful brown pupils.
“Winwin… I’ll see you next session.” And very slowly he leaned away, glancing at you once before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away.
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When Sicheng arrived home that night the only thing he could do was call Taeil. It was as if Taeil knew that he liked you already, the way he narrowed his eyes as Sicheng talked about counseling, the odd change in behavior. But when Taeil didn’t, there was only one thing he could do.
He threw himself onto his bed, unsurely reaching for his leather belt and sliding it free from the looped jeans. He tugs his pants off, not bothering to even unzip his pants, and finally, until his hard cock sprung free. Recollections burned through his mind. You're flushed face whenever he said something suggestive, the way your face turned red with anger, the way he used to touch you. Unsure of himself, he closed his eyes. Reaching down and touching his member, quickly pumping his shaft, obscene fantasies of a forbidden relationship flashing through his mind. You were sure you would feel better. He was sure if he fucked you, you wouldn’t be able to resist.
He groaned loudly, using gentler strokes as he came all over his hand. It wasn’t what he wanted, but for the time being, it would have to do. That is until tomorrow.
And he was irrevocably and unconditionally obsessed with you.
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Across town, you sat in your apartment, clacking away at your computer in the dim lighting of your kitchen. There hadn’t been a moment that day where you were able to dwell on Sicheng. You had thrown yourself into college and work, not once paying mind to the aching feeling in your heart. But as the day grew into a night, a heavy feeling washed over you.
In this sadness there was no past or future, just living the moment. Time would slow and as you walked onto your balcony, looking onto the busy street, it caught up with you all at once. The wave, the drop of your stomach, the emotional displeasure. You looked to the side. The plants you placed there with Wonho were wilting in their pots. You could taste the rain in the air. This was a loss.
You leaned on the balcony, bringing your head in your hands and groaning.  And at that moment alone tear traced down your cheek. Once that pieces fell, they all came tumbling down. Accumulating into a cry, then a sob, then into total hysteria. You cried as if the ferocity of it might change the vital decisions that brought you here. Trying to work in this profession, accepting Sicheng as a patient, liking him. It was as if by the sheer force of your grief would make the issue disappear, come undone. But the issue was it. There were no questions, no turnbacks. It stood at a standstill. You stood at a standstill.
And you were irrevocably and unconditionally falling deeper into Sicheng.
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Last session, November 26th
Sicheng slowly tugged his jacket off. Eyeing you as curiosity bit at him. Instead of sitting at your desk, and his usual white uncomfortable chair, you were now both on the couch, you one side and Sicheng too close for comfort.
This session you at least wanted Sicheng to let out his feelings in a more friend mannered way. Maybe this way it would be a proper goodbye for him. He did have feelings for you, but he was also your patient, and you had a job to do. You needed to make sure he was safe.
“I need to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” You tenaciously began. “If you feel like hurting yours—”
“If you think I’m going to hurt myself because of you. Your dead wrong and a bit conceded.” He crossed his arms and menaced, his brown eyes reflecting something resentful. “I’m not going to do anything.”
“I wasn’t asking because of the events yesterday, Sicheng. I was asking because it’s very emotional and stressful to switch therapists, I don’t want you getting too stressed or… yeah.” You trailed off not knowing where to go after that. Yes, you did ask him about hurting himself for those reasons, but you also asked because you knew he liked you and was a very emotional person.
“You’re the same as all the other ones. Useless.” You bit back a retort, trying to convince yourself it was because he was troubled. But you knew that couldn’t possibly be true. You knew he was a normal boy with more issues than the usual person. His mother kept him here. That was all.
“I’m useless?” You asked, defense mixed in your voice. You tried to remind yourself that you were the therapist, you had the power. But you weren’t. Sicheng had the power, he had it all. “What about you? You seem to only operate when I’m around! You seem to only listen to me! You’ve gotten better because of me. What’s useless is you doing drugs and killing your—”
“Don’t.” He stared at you. He wasn’t shocked. But you had been. That you were going to let yourself so carelessly say something like that, use his past against him. The worst part was that you knew you were doing it. “I’m going to fuck you one this couch.” He spoke. His words slipped cooly from his lips. As if he told you he was thirsty or need a bathroom break.
Heat slammed straight to your core. You knew you were going to fuck him, but it felt better if you told yourself not to, to make it seem like you used your self-control, even though you didn’t.
Shocked, you didn’t move or say anything, you just let him do what he wanted. The reality of his words hit you. Wonho never crossed your mind with him, never. You were going to fuck him like you did in high school. And you were excited.  
You leaned back onto the side of the couch, Sicheng crawling and closer and closer to your lips. You tried not to act like you wanted it. But you knew if he said stop he would. Leaving inches between your curious faces, a slow smirk smoothed over his face. His parted lips rammed against yours in a frenzied kiss. His warm lips moving quickly and seductively, just like you remembered. His hands pushed your waist down into the couch, grabbing on to the sides of your love handles and pulling you over him.
The familiarity of the scene took over. You on his lap, over his jean-clad body, his hands gripping your ass. Your tongues dancing to the beat of the rain that pattered outside. 
Slowing down, the kisses became sloppier, tongue melting each other like it was second nature. Sicheng made sure you knew he was his, and that you were to do what he said form the moment you first met him, and you weren’t going to question it now.
Soft moans filled his mouth as he bit down on your lip, your hands coming up to cup his face. Your soft fingers tracing along his Adam's apple. He got more handsome with time. He was irresistible now.
His hands reached for your shirt, peeling the red uniform off your hot body and desperately.
His lips soon attacked your neck, probing your collarbone with his skillful tongue. Flat against your stomach as they slowly move lower and lower to your jean zipper. The slow anticipation of the zipper being pulled down excited you. You moaned at his action, warping your arms around his head and pulling him closer. He pulled them down forcibly, letting the pull at your thighs, before reaching for his own shirt, and pulling it off his body.
He had a small build. Small, muscular, skinny, and hot. Your skin was flush against his like it used to be. He met your lips with one more frenzied kiss. “You want me so bad, don’t you?” Sicheng’s voice was gruff, asking a question he had already known the answer too.
You didn’t say anything, you just let him kiss you, knowing that saying anything would further admit you were doing something bad. He chuckled, his warm hand clutched your ass and smirking. “Do you?” He asked once more, waiting for an answer.
“Y-yes, Sicheng.”
His slender fingers, slowly climbed the surface of your thighs, reaching for the hem of your thin thong. You watched him, your eyes tracing the sight of his digits. But all he did was toy with the material, bringing your lips into another kiss. It was as if he was addicted to it. Never getting enough of the sensation your touch gave.
“Sicheng.” You moaned shamelessly, “What are you doing?” There was a growing desire in your underwear, unbearable to keep there. “Touch me.”
Without another word he dragged the material down your legs, watching as they bunched up at your jeans. His gaze flickered to the door and then back at you, pushing you off of him and back down on the therapy couch. With your back against the soft cushions, he finished his job. Slowly pulling the two articles further down your legs until they were completely off, leaving you still in your bra and vans sneaker.
He spread your thighs wide, sifting his body onto the ground as he became eye level with your core.
“You’re just as pretty as I remember,” He gushed. And then slowly he pushed his finger inside of you, testing the waters as he got no reaction from you. A small chuckle leaving his lips as saw your reactions. He slipped a second finger in, your eyes shutting tightly at the new sensation. And gradually, he thrusts harder into you.
“Faster…” You groaned softly, steadying your breathing.
“Sweetheart, you’re making a mess,” He snickered his voice only used to tease and mock you as you begged for him to speed up. He wanted to be in charge today. He wanted to take back his power. “You’re dripping down my hand.”
And then out of nowhere, as if he couldn’t contain himself, his lips wrapped around your clit sucking it harder. His fingers worked skillfully in you, as he his mouth worked to ravage through your folds. Hyper-aware of the feeling— you let out a high pitched moan, your hands flying to Sicheng’s hair and pushing him closer into you.
He did his best to lap all the juices that leaked from you and continued to stimulate every part of your body he could. His tongue shot into your clit, flicking and sucking on the sensitive nub, before taking long kitty licks over it.
“Sicheng!” You gasped.  “I want you so badly.” You whispered a twinge of sadness in your voice. But he didn’t pay mind to you, he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Curling them to reach your sweet spot.
Sicheng was always a private person. He didn’t like being touched in public, he had trouble accepting compliments, he was always awkward when he met new people, but there was something about him that drew people in. Everyone wanted to be closer to him. When you knew him he wasn’t shy, he was WinWin.
“One moment sweetheart.” He didn’t say it with an ounce of seductivity. He said it like you were a conventional couple.
He pulled his fingers from you, wet and shiny from your wetness and reached for his belt. Messily unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans in haste. He didn’t try to take them off yet, he simply went back to your clit apply pressure with the pad of his thumb over the nub.
As if the pressure wasn't enough, he pressed harder, you brought your hand in front of your mouth, screaming into it to lessen the noise you would make. You weren’t sure if it was that hot in the room or it was Sicheng, pleasuring you to the point that your body felt hot all over.
He had inescapably gotten better from when you last did this.
“Are you close Sweetheart,” He chimed, your breath betraying you, desperately gasping for air. He looked up at you, his finger inside of you and his face shiny and wet. Your hand fisted his hair, nodding at him feeling yourself reach the breaking point. “I’m already close Sicheng.” You admitted, just above a whisper, not having the energy to say anything louder. You knew this was wrong. You knew the whole time.
“Wait till I’m inside of you.” His deep voice ordered you, sounding octaves lower at that moment. His voice alone was something any girl would dream about. It was deep, dreamy, and always sounding incredibly gruff. Like a rising storm, his voice would always do wonders for the people he talked too. It was torturous.
You were becoming undone in front of Sicheng, your patient, and had no way to stop it. It was a powerless moment, but you liked the feeling. “Do it now.” You warned him, wanting him to fuck you before you changed your mind.  
He pulled his hand away from you, sucking his fingers clean before reaching his back pocket and pulling a golden packed out. It was almost as if he knew that he was going to do this the whole time. That he somehow planned that he was going to fuck you.
You had remembered how big he was, surprisingly slow he wasn’t as small as people thought. He was thick and moderately sized. Your perfect size. He stood up. Pulling his pants further down his legs until they pooled at his shins. Underneath you could see his painfully hard member inside of his white boxers briefs. And he was big, just like you remembered.
You were already laid down on the couch, your back resting on the outside arm.
“Are you excited?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with mischievous as he asked the question with a smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. Seeing him rip the packet open and roll the rubber material over his hard member. And to be frank, you were excited.
Maybe it was the way you were always pulled together, or because you wanted to get Wonho out of your mind. It could even be that you had a little crisis thinking about the future. But one thing remained true, it wasn’t a maybe, it wasn’t a question. You wanted Sicheng.
With the condom on, he slowly lowered himself onto the couch, settling between your legs and getting ready for his entrance.
He gripped your waist with his hands, pushing you into the couch, reaching his over hand to line him up with you. He pressed his lips to yours, hungry and passionate. And then all at once, he thrust into you once.
You whined. Your arms tangling around his neck and pulling him into your nape. “Oh my god.” You whimpered, the feeling of guilt and pleasure filling your stomach.
Staying in that position before he made any further movements, he groaned at the feeling of him inside you. Finally getting what he wanted so many times before. You felt like home.
He leaned his head back gripping your waist as he began to thrust into you. He filled you well, creating butterflies in your stomach as his cock throbbed inside you. He thrust harder and harder, picking up speed and pressing kisses to your lips.
He never truly moaned, there were just groans. Deep, guttural groans that came from the back of his throat. You felt your body arch into his body, feeling the pressure build up inside of you and the tingling throughout your body. Starting at your ankles and rising all the way to your head until your entire body was enveloped in pleasure.
His digit rubbed circles over your clit, watching your face contort into different emotions as you took to different actions at once.
And somehow his actions contributed into one big feeling, too much for you to take at that moment.
“I touched myself last night thinking of you,” He whispered into your ear, prompting a whimper to leave your lips. “What a shame.” He pushed his head into the nape of your neck as a frenzy of groans left his mouth. “That you couldn’t help me then.”
He rubbed painfully fast circles on your clit, and you screamed. You screamed so loud you were sure someone could hear.
“Sicheng,” his name left your parted lips. “I’m—”
And then you came. A low wave, a feeling of relief wash over you. Your hands tugged on his brown hair, knotting your fingers in his roots and moaning. And he rubbed against your g-spot each time without ever missing. He felt so good.
He felt your cum on his cock, grunting at the new lubricant he could use to make you come again.  “Forgive me.” He bit his lip. “But you’re coming again.”
You nodded perilously, letting him slip out of you, the veins protruding from his hot, hard cock as you watched him sit back down on the couch. “Ride me, princess,” he encouraged.
Following his instructions you slowly got to your knees shuffling your way over to his lap, swinging your knee over him. You gazed at him, your hand reaching for your jaw and holding it gently. He smiled softly, lining himself up with you and letting you sink down onto him.
He gripped your waist, helping you move up and down on his shaft. He threw his head back and moaned, for the first time in forever. His head came slingshotting back into your neck lost completely in a  lustful haze. Yours groaned yourself, letting his cock hit you in every place possible. “You’ve had practice.” He mumbled on your collarbone, slamming his hips up to yours, causing you to shriek. “With who?”
“It doesn't matter,” you whispered.
And it didn’t, because Sicheng wasn’t in your life for four years, but somehow he felt like it did. He didn’t like the idea of someone touching you, regardless if he wasn’t around and he didn’t care for you at the time. “You just feel so good,” you whimpered tears welling in the corners of your eyes from pleasure.
Each crack of his hips became harder and harder. There was silence between you. Only the rain and the sounds of your skin meeting.  And at every thrust, another shot of pleasure was pushed into you, more tingling, more burning, more moans. “Go faster,” He whispered.
And with a snap, you both fucked on the couch harder than you had ever ridden someone before. The moans from both of your getting louder and more panicked, your hands gripping every part of each others body. His tip rammed in and out of you, the tip of his length hitting against your cervix with every movement.
Without warning, you yelped.
“Sicheng!” Your legs shook violently around him,, your walls pulsing as Sicheng held your body into his chest, he followed your path. His breathing becoming ragged and warnings leaving his mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to come.” He groaned before ramming into your harder than he had previously.
This was more than just sex. Although you knew it was wrong and it was of that… just sex. It still wasn’t. You had somehow known that he would end up happening. You felt as if maybe Sicheng was the missing puzzle piece in your puzzle. But if that was true, why did the cosmos insist on making it so hard to be together. Your actions would have consequences, but at that moment you didn’t care. Because you wanted him so bad.
Sicheng grabbed your hips, digging his trimmed nails into your love handles, surely leaving marks and groaning. Spilling his seed into the condom, he groaned, his cock becoming flaccid inside you. But you still went on, set on reaching what you had left. Your vision was blurring, your eyes closing, and your body crumbling into the man in front of you. You released.
You were sure you had created a mess over the couch, you had come two times and it felt like an insane amount. Never once had Wonho made you feel that way.
You fell off of him with a huff. Both sitting for the remainder of the session silent. It was by then you had gotten your clothes on and just sat there. It felt like forever, hearing his small breaths and gazing at his thighs.  What had you done? All the years you've spent studying for this was just taken away over one stupid mistake. You knew you would regret it afterward, but you didn’t know how much. At the moment you wanted it.  But oddly enough you wanted to do it again. And again, and again.
“Princess,” Sicheng whispered hoarsely his throat, looking over at you with a lazy smile on his face. “Again next session?”
You whimpered at him, tears welling in the back of your eyes. What the fuck had you done. “Sicheng we can’t.” But he looked determined this time around.
“And you won’t.” You looked up faster than you ever looked before, your neck cracking at the sheer force. You felt like crying. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Sicheng I suggest you leave this hospital now. Seducing your Doctor? I could lock you in our maximum security for that.”
Wonho.  
You and Sicheng both stood up quickly, a single tear already rolling down your red cheek. "Why were you in here when my session was—"
“Why the were you fucking her?” Wonho was twice the size of Sicheng, maybe even triple, he could kill him if he wanted to. But yet, Wonho still protected you. And you were right. This hospital was so fucked. “I’ll have your mother know that you had an episode today,” mused seriously, his eyes narrowing at him.  ‘Y/N and you may have had sex, but it stops now. You’re going to be here forever.’”
It looked as if he was losing his mind again.  He can feel the thread of his happiness unraveling slowly as he realized this doctor was serious. He was going to put him away right when he was getting better. He asked himself was this worth it? Were you worth it? He stood there, expression dead, his breathing slowed. He was in a trance. He opens his mouth, but not a sound comes out.
Sicheng cries with single tears falling down his face. You cry with sobbing noises and multiple coming down at once, your face wet from the salt of your own tears.
“Wonho, please don’t do this.” You whispered. “He’s happy.” You grabbed onto Sicheng’s hand.
“You broke your job code, Y/N. I’m doing you a favor.” He spat. He turned to Sicheng, a little smile coming to Hoseok’s face. “Tell me, Winwin. Was she worth it?” He had thought of that for only a couple seconds. But he already knew.
“Yes.”
You remained in tears, watching the two men face off. “Please,” you grabbed onto Wonho’s sleeve. “I’ll quit and never do it again. Just please…” You begged. “Don’t hurt him.”
But this was only the beginning, your mistakes were nowhere near done.
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hyunmintae · 5 years
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Everlasting
A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend for requesting this :)
Monsta X Vampire Fic 
Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, implied smut 
Wonho had been alive for centuries, longer than he could keep count really. Yet he could never find the one made for him, of all the years he had been on earth he was the only one of his group that had yet to fin the one destined for him. 
That was however until he met Y/N, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he had seen quite a lot. Y/N was the missing puzzle piece to his still, cold heart. 
“My love, where’d you go?” Wonho called out, searching the apartment for her.
“In here, Wonnie.” Y/N called out to him from the bedroom.
Wonho made his way into their bedroom with a slight smirk upon his lips, wondering what his little minx was up to now. Upon entering the room, he noticed that the lights were dimmed to a soft brightness and there was music playing. 
“What are you up to now? Hmm?” Wonho asked as he made his way over to Y/N and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Y/N giggled when his breath tickled her neck, causing shivers to run up her spine. She turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, standing on her tip toes to peck his lips softly. 
“I thought we could have a relaxing day today, since you and the boys have been working so hard lately.” She told him, gently massaging his shoulders as she spoke. 
“Hmm, I wish it was that easy. I’m afraid, however, that I only came by to tell you I wouldn’t be home for a few days.” Wonho said, tightening his grip on her frowning figure. 
“But Wonho, you said you wouldn’t have to go away for a while..” Y/N whined quietly, her bottom lip sticking out to form a pout. 
Wonho sighed and lowered his head to rest his forehead on her chest to press a chaste kiss to the exposed skin. Wonho hated telling her he had to go away for a few days, but vampire duties tend to always keep him  away more than either of them liked.
“I know, but I’ll be back before you know it and if you need me at all while I’m gone you know to just say my name and I’m here.” He told her quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead this time. 
Y/N pouted before pulling out of his grip and making her way out of the bedroom, sighing as she went. Wonho watched her as she walked away, he could hear her saddened heartbeat. Wonho sighed before following her into the kitchen were she stood leaned against the counter, a cup of hot tea rested on her lips.
He could feel her thoughts swirling around, he could hear them but couldn’t comprehend what they were saying. The was one thing about her he could never quite figure out, some days he could hear and comprehend her thoughts clear as day, others he couldn’t at all. It was as if a cloud had formed itself around her and cut him off. 
Wonho had the power to feel what others felt and see into their minds. He could hear thoughts and see the emotions that others went through. He could feel them, with Y/N everything was different. Not only could he feel her emotions mentally, he felt them physically. He found this out one day when a few vampires that weren’t on his side had taken her away from him. Wonho had given himself to them to torture in order to have her be set free, but that seemed to only torture them both far more than anyone anticipated.
Wonho could feel the pain she went through each time they lashed him, each time they punched him, kicked him, stabbed him. Y/N felt it all and being human didn’t help her at all, he almost lost her that night. However, the others had arrived in time to kill the others and untie bind Wonho so he could save her.
He didn’t change her but she had gained the vampire bond. She could now feel every emotion and physical pain Wonho felt, the same as he could with her. 
“Baby, please don’t be upset. I just have to go visit with the council and then I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.” Wonho whispered walking over to her and embracing her gently.
“But I’ve already realized you’re gone.” Y/N whispered.
The words cut through Wonho like a stake through his heart, his eyes widened at them. He felt as if his heart thudded with that familiar pain that he used to get when he was hurt while human. Wonho grabbed the cup from her hands and placed it on the counter gently and turned Y/N to face him.
“What do you mean?” He asked. 
“I’ve already realized it. You’ll leave soon after this, even if I’m crying, begging you not to leave me. You’ll still leave with a kiss to my forehead and then you’ll come back way later than you originally said and you’ll apologize for being late. You’ll tell me the same thing as you do every time.” Y/N admitted as she looked up at him.
“And I’ll forgive you, tell you that I missed you and love you too, and act like I wasn’t ever dying inside because you left me without a second thought.”
Wonho stared at her, watching her eyes shift between him and the ground before her head lowered. Wonho watched her even though he couldn’t see her eyes but he knew tears were falling. He knew she was hurting and that she was feeling guilty for feeling this way. She knew what she signed up for the day she agreed to date him. she knew what that meant and she also knew she would never come before his members or his vampire duties. Wonho knew she knew and it killed him, but he also knew he could never leave her. He could never leave her for her own good and tell her she’d be happier if he left because he knew she wouldn’t. 
“Baby..” Wonho muttered, lifting her head up so she’d look at him. 
Before he could finish there was a knock on the door, a rhythmed knock only known by the others of the group so they would know it was safe to open the door so late in the night. 
“Duty calls.” Y/n said before walking away from Wonho. 
Wonho turned around and watched her walk away before he moved toward the door to let the boys in.
“Ready to go, Hyung?” Changkyun asked.
“Is there anyway that I can stay? Do I have to go to the council with you?” Wonho asked, looking at Shownu.
“No. There isn’t a set reason for you to come with us. Except for the fact that the council asked for you presence this time...” Shownu said, his eyes wondering toward the room he could hear Y/N’s heartbeat. 
“And hers.” Minhyuk whispered. 
“Y/N?” Wonho asked. 
“Why do they ask for her?” He asked.
“Seems they figured out she’s still human.” Jooheon said, walking into the light. His dark eyes scanning the room for anything out of ordinary.
Wonho sighed, “Give me a few minutes.”
The boys nodded and Wonho made his way into the bedroom, finding Y/N perched on the windowsill. 
“Baby. I need you to come with me.” Wonho said.
“Come with you? Where?” Y/N asked, turning to him. 
“To the council. They are asking for both of us. I wasn’t aware you were being asked for as well.” Wonho muttered, holding his hand out to her. 
Y/N looked between his hand and his face before slowly slipping her hand in his and standing up.
“Now, before we leave I need to do one thing. It’s going to hurt but it will help later in case something happens.” Wonho spoke softly. 
Y/N nodded and waited for him to move him to tell her what she needed to do.
Wonho smiled sweetly at her before he wrapped an arm around her waist tightly, pulling her close to him his other hand going to cradle the back of her neck. Wonho leaned forward and placed small kisses to the juncture between her neck and shoulder several times before his fangs grew out and his bit her. Y/N whimpered at the sharp pain that went through her neck before she sighed and relaxed into him. Wonho sighed into her neck before pulling away and licking at that two wounds. 
Wonho kissed her cheek gently before smiling at her, “Now a few rules.”
“Rules? And why did you bite me?” Y/N asked. 
“Yes rules. I bit you to keep you safe. Just know that.” Wonho said.
“Now first rule, stay behind me at all times. Hold my hand, hold onto me. If I’m not with you, stay with one of the boys. Number two, do not speak with anyone, unless it’s the leaders. Do not speak to the guards or anyone once we get there. Number three, No matter what happens if I say run or if I tell one of the boys to take you away, do not fight them.” Wonho said, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her closer to him. 
“I won’t leave you..” Y/N said.
“If I need you to, you will.” Wonho muttered, before kissing her temple. 
Wonho took her hand in his and led her out of the room and into the living room with the rest of the boys. They all smiled at her and said their hellos before Shownu said it was time to go. 
Once arriving at the council’s castle Wonho kept Y/N tucked safely to his side, an arm around her waist. Shownu was at the front, Wonho and Y/N behind him, and the rest behind them. The guards became alert, their glowing red eyes signaled in on one person, Y/N. They could hear her beating heart, they could smell her rich blood, and hear it in her veins. 
Y/N tightened her grip on Wonho’s hand, hiding her face halfway in Wonho’s shoulder, only her eyes could be seen. Her eyes were hypnotizing, the brightest shade of (Y/E/C), yet so dark once they had your attention it was hard to look away. 
“Wonho, keep her close.” Shownu spoke, looking over his shoulder at the two.
“You don’t have to tell me.” Wonho muttered, his grip on her tightening but not enough to hurt her. 
“Ah, they have arrived!” A voice rang out through the walls of the castle.
‘And he brought his little human, too.” Another voice spoke up, it wasn’t as deep as the first but deep enough to everyone alert.
“Cahn.” Shownu addressed the first man who had spoke.
“Shownu. How are you old friend?” Cahn asked, his red eyes scanning the group before his eyes landed on Y/N.
“I’d be better if I knew the reason you summoned Wonho and his mate.” Shownu spoke, his voice thick with honesty. 
“Why is she hidden behind him? Such a shame we can’t see her fully, but I must say those eyes of hers are truly something to behold.” The other male beside Cahn spoke.
Wonho wrapped an arm behind him to wrap around Y/N when he sensed one of the guards moving closer.
“If I were you. I wouldn’t try to get any closer to her.” Changkyun spoke up, looking over his shoulder at the guard.
“Why? Gonna bite me?” The guard mocked him.
“It’s not me I’d be worried about.” Chankyun told him, his eyes shifting to Wonho.
Cahn and the men beside him smiled devilishly before Cahn beckoned for Wonho to move and le me walk forward.
“Come on now Wonho, we aren’t going to hurt her. We just want to see the lovely lady we keep hearing about.” Cahn spoke, eyes never leaving Y/N’s.
Wonho sighed before he pulled Y/N to stand in front of him, his arms never leaving her, they were wrapped tightly around her waist. Wonho pressed a kiss to the back of Y/N’s head to calm her down, and it did. Everyone in the room could hear how almost instantly her heart went from anxiety ridden to calm instantly.
“I see the bond has formed quite well. Now tell me, why isn’t she changed?” The third figure that stood next to the others on next to the thrones spoke up, his eyes were yellow, calming almost.
“I don’t feel the need to rush her into something that will change her life forever. I want to take our time.” Wonho said. 
Before anyone could speak up a guard burst through the doors, dragging someone behind him. 
“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” Cahn spoke, standing up quickly.
“Forgive me Sire, but this one here was caught trying to steal one of the jewels.” The guard spoke, bowing his head to Cahn.
“Trying to steal? And I assume he knows the consequence of this?” Cahn asked, a smirk forming on his lips
The thief nodded sadly, his head hung low.
“Care to tell me why you decided to try and steal my jewels?” Cahn asked one more question.
The thief shook his head, knowing no excuse would keep him from his fate. Cahn smiled before snapping his head toward Wonho.
“I guess now will be a good time to let your mate see exactly what it is we can do? Hmm?” Cahn cocked his head to the side as he spoke.
“Cahn, don’t.” Shownu spoke up.
“Xiang, do the honors for me then.” Cahn said looking from Shownu to Wonho. 
Before Wonho had a chance to turn Y/N into him to shield her eyes from the scene before her Xiang had rushed forward and wrapped his hands around the thief’s neck and easily ripped his head off. Blood splattered to the floor, and splattered across Xiang’s face Y/N gripped onto Wonho’s jacket as she hid her face in his chest, the scene she had witnessed terrifying her. 
Wonho clenched his jaw as he held onto Y/N, one of his hands patting the back of her head to calm her.
“Tell us why you really wanted them here. I know it wasn’t to kill someone in front of her. Are you trying to make Wonho angry?” Minhyuk spoke up, walking up to stand beside Wonho.
“Bring her forward.” Cahn spoke and the guards moved. 
The guards moved toward Wonho, being cautious of the others around them and of Wonho. Wonho held Y/N tighter to him, a growl leaving his lips when one of the guards reached for her. 
“Don’t. Cahn, I know what you’re doing and he won’t attack. He knows.” Shownu spoke, moving the stand in front of Y/N, guarding her from the guard. The other boys formed a circle around them, watching the guards.
“Ah, but yet he’s disobeying my order. I said bring her forward.” Cahn spoke, his red eyes growing darker.
Wonho snarled before he moved forward with Y/N, keeping her close to him as they approached Cahn and the others. Y/N turned to face them, no fear could be seen in her eyes or on her face. 
“Such a brave one. Even after she witnessed a death her fear goes away the instant you touch her.” Xiang chuckled.
Xiang walked closer, reaching out to pull Y/N from Wonho. Wonho was quick to move her behind him and look at him with clenched teeth. 
“You said being her forward. Not take her from my grasp.” Wonho spoke. 
Y/N simply patted his back softly, telling him silently to calm down. Wonho sighed and calmed down before moving to stand beside her.
“Now that you’re calm enough, Y/N, dear, step forward from Wonho please. We won’t hurt you.” Cahn asked sweetly, looking to the girl.
Y/N looked at Wonho before doing so, Wonho protesting quietly as her hand nearly slipped from his. 
Xiang took this at his advantage and rushed forward to grab Y/N quickly and pull her away from Wonho, a hand going to grip her throat as he moved to stand next to Cahn.
Wonho growled as he was rendered helpless by a hand on her throat, if he was to move they may kill her.
“Now. Listen. Xiang here, is going to change her.” Cahn spoke.
“No!” Wonho yelled, looking crushed by Cahn’s words.
“Unless.” Cahn began.
“You do.” he finished.
Wonho’s eyes widened as he looked to Y/N. Her lips trembled as she tried to free herself from Xiang’s grip. A strangled cry left her lips when Xiang drug his sharp finger nail along her neck, this had Wonho is over drive.
“Stop it!” Wonho cried, moving forward to try to grab her.
“Ah, make your decision Wonho. Time’s wasting, and it seems her blood and attracted a few willing takers.” Cahn muttered, smirking as his head nodded toward a few guards and others that were in the room.
Wonho looked from his members to Y/N, she closed her eyes before opening them, a few tears slipping down. Wonho sighed as he lowered his head, “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“I’m sorry..” Wonho whispered. 
Y/N smiled at him before she pecked his lips, running her fingers through his hair. Wonho had changed her in front of the council and his members, they all watched as her body convulsed and her heartbeat stopped, they all watched as her eyes changed to yellow and then right back to their (Y/E/C) and stay the same.
Wonho held her tightly in his arms as she went through the change, he held her as she cried from the pain, and he held her as her human self died in his arms.
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted you to change me, I wanted to be with you forever.” Y/N told him, caressing his cheeks gently as they laid in their bed back at their apartment. 
Soon after Wonho had changed her, the council simply clapped and congratulated them before sending them off. Wonho took Y/N to feed so she could control her thirst. 
Soon after they returned home, and Wonho hadn't been able to take his hands off of her ever since, in more ways than one. As a human Wonho had to make sure to be careful with Y/N when they became intimate so he could make sure she didn’t get hurt and so he could control himself.
However, once they arrived home after she was changed all since of control and gentleness was left behind as he pushed her against the wall and attacked her lips in rushed, hot kisses. 
Bite marks and hickies littered her body as he laid her on the bed. It was true the once she was changed they wouldn’t be able to stop for a while, not having to stop and rest they had done this for countless nights, mornings also.
“I love you.” Wonho whispered on her skin as he kissed down her bare back as Y/N lay on her stomach arms tucked under her head, the sheets only covering her bottom half. 
Y/N giggled as his lips pressed to her shoulder lightly, tickling her skin. Wonho smiled as he bit his lip rubbing her back gently. 
“I love you.” She whispered. 
“Do you think we’ll ever get enough?” Y/N asked after a few minutes of silence as she looked at Wonho.
Wonho could only smirk as his hand slipped passed the sheets to rest firmly on her ass, kneading the flesh lightly before his hand slipped lower. Y/N rolled her eyes as she moved away from him to sit up and kneel in front of him.
Wonho’s eyes widened as she leaned over his face with a smile on her lips. She moved to straddle his hips, Wonho’s hands finding perch on hers. Wonho was laying flat on the bed, looking up at her with a smile on his face.
“No. I don’t think we will.” Wonho whispered before he moved her hips against his, his head going back with his mouth open.
Y/n smiled down at him as she lifted herself up and sinking down on his length. She leaned back and grabbed the sheets to pull them to pool around his thighs, shielding their lower halves. Wonho let out a breathy sigh as Y/N ground her hips against him slowly. He gripped her thighs tightly as she moved, letting her have complete control this time. 
Y/N loved the soft moans and whines that fell from his lips repeatedly every time she moved. She loved the little whimpers he let loose every time she swirled her hips and grinded down n him so he went deeper.
Wonho was like putty in her hand as she moved her hips against his. His teeth clenched, eyes held tightly shut, and hand gripping tightly onto her thighs as her speed picked up. Wonho threw his head back further into the pillow when he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach, his breath was heavy as he tried to hold on. 
Y/N to was close, but she wanted Wonho to release first. She wanted him to give in to his pleasure, to have complete ecstasy before she let go. So she did the one thing she knew he loved the most. 
Y/N leaned down so her chest pressed to his and whispered in his ear, “Cum for me Wonnie.”
Wonho let out a disgruntled groan as he came, he whimpered and groaned at the sensation that traveled throughout his body. As he was releasing his high Y/N kept grinding her hips against him chasing her high as he was coming down from his. 
“Wait- Baby, stop. Let me- Ah! Y/N!” Wonho whimpered, the over stimulation leaving his quivering and shaking underneath her. 
“Ow. Baby-” Wonho whimpered, sitting up quickly to wrap his arms around her waist to try and get her to slow down. 
Y/N kept moving against him and until he let out a strangled moan and began to come again right along with her this time. Wonho squeezed her in his arms as the over stimulation hit him the hardest it ever had. Y/N kissed his temple as he shook from the feeling, she pressed kisses all over his face and shoulders when he fell back into the bed, breathing deeply. 
“You’ll be ultimate death of me one day.” Wonho said as Y/N laid beside him, cuddling into his side.
“That’ll be hard considering you’re already dead.” Y/N joked, rubbing his chest lightly.
“Yah! Don’t be mean to me! You just drained me of everything I had for the next few days,” Wonho said frowning as he turned to hide his face in her neck.
Y/N laughed and ran her fingers through his hair before playing with the hair on the back of his head while he turned himself to lay half on her, using her boobs as a pillow. 
“We should go wash up. We’ve been in the bed for a few days now.” Y/N said after a few minutes.
“Round 8 in the shower?” Wonho asked, sitting up to look down at her with a smirk on his face.
“I thought you said I drained you of all you had for a few days?” Y/N teased, standing up to walk to the bathroom.
Wonho growled and chased her to the bathroom.
Looks like Round 8 has begun.
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wonkookiemon · 6 years
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Paradise (Taehyung x Reader)
→Word Count: 1715
→ Taehyung
→Warnings: Slightly Mature Content
→Plot: Choosing life as it is and life as it should be.
→ MASTERLIST 
Monsta X: WONHO:  
Series: We’re Not Fri(end)s: pt.1   pt.2
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Midnight was always the best time to look at the sky. Seeing all the constellations align, the faint smell of rain that left (y’n) completely wanton for another shower of rain in this dry ass town.
“Yah, (Y/N), you've been out here for hours! Get back inside before you get a cold”
AND... Moment over. “What is it Tae, can’t you see I’m trying to be all deep an-”
“Remember when you said you’d ‘come inside in about five minutes and help me practice my lines.’” 
(Y/n) looked up at Tae, realizing how short she actually was for her to actually have to look up. Tae gave her a knowing glance as he rolled his brown eyes at her short comings.
“Sweetie you’re only 5′6, its honestly not that bad, plus you have really nice long legs so it makes up for it-Your also really gorgeous so that's a plus-”
“I’m five foot six and A HALF Kim Tae” (Y/N) pointed her finger up at him.
“I assure you hun, the weather up here is nice” Tae smirked letting his hair fall into his eyes. It was moments like these; the casually bickering, is when (Y/N) truly realized how much she loved Taehyung, and it consumed her with emotion to the point where she couldn’t hold in all that love at once.
“I love you!” (Y/N) blurted out. Tae looked at her in sudden shock. Then a look of recognition covered his face with a smile. “I love you too” he blurted out mimicking (Y/N)’s outburst. A roar of laughter came over the two of them as they made their way inside the dorms. 
“Wow don’t you two look cozy” Jimin smiled warmly at the site of two of his best friends laughing. Not until Tae came into closer into Jimin’s view could he realize that something was wrong. Tae’s smile never reached his eyes when he shared a look with Jimin, and it worried him.
“Jimin why couldn’t you be my understudy for helping this cry baby out on his lines.”
“You know I'm not that good at this acting stuff, you go to school for theater not me”
“Correction I dropped out of theater school” she reminded.
“Whatever (Y/N), those fools don’t know what they are missing” Jimin smiled.
“Awww Jimin” (Y/N) cooed. Making Jimin  throw his head back and laugh. Tae was awfully quiet for this moment, she saw him gazing at his fingers before he clutched part of his shirt.
“Tae are you alright?” (y/n) asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah sweetie i’m fine” Tae looked up from his fingers and gave her a half smile.
A familiar ringtone disrupted the moment any further before she could ask more questions. Looking at the screen she saw that it was her friend Caroline and she completely forgot that the two of them planed on late night plans. shooting her a quick text should suffice, thinking it might be a little rude to just leaving Tae for another one of her friends. 
“Alright boys I’m off to my place. I’ll see you later?”
“Leaving so soon?” Jimin frowned.
“Yeah, Jimin its 12:30 in the morning, I should probably get going”
“Oh, right uh-tell Caroline I said hi” Jimin’s a smart person. Caroline was the only person she would spend time with other than the two of them.
“Let me use the bathroom  before I go”
Still sitting on the couch Tae smiled then nodded. She still felt like something was up with him but she just didn't know what. Tae was really good at hiding how he felt and she hatted that the most about him. It always gave her the impression that he was a ticking time up just waiting to go off, but he never did. Its just a matter of time before he realizes how unhealthy that was for him. People always saw him as a happy person even when things go wrong, they always expected him to be happy. But she of all people knew how that label took its toll on his life. So instead of pressuring him to tell  her everything, (Y/N) is waiting for the moment that he finally tells her everything. Until then she’ll have to wait.
After using the bathroom (Y/N) made her way down stairs only to stop mid-way through when she herd Tae and Jimin talking in hushed whispers.
“Tae this isn’t healthy” Jimin sighed “I know you love her but you can’t keep her in the dark any longer, it will just drive a huge wedge between the both of you if you do no say anything about it.” 
A small gasp left (Y/N)’s mouth at the thought of Tae having a love interest and not telling her. She wonder who it was and why. Surly they couldn’t be talking of something else? The more she thought about it she couldn’t bare to stand the thought of Tae dating ANYONE. No one could ever be good enough for her best friend. She’ll have to meet this bitc*h to scope her out.
“I love her Jimin, I love her soo much that my heart aches. Every fiber of my being yearns to be loved by her alone, everything I do is to make her happy. All I need is her Jimin, don’t you get it? She will be furious if she finds out that I’ve been keeping this from her.”
“She is leading you on and she doesn’t even know it. How can someone be soo blind that that can’t see that their best friend is madly in love with them, and to even thi-”
(Y/N) couldn’t even believe her ears. How could Tae keep a secret from her as big as this. SO what if she didn’t approve of the girl, she clearly made Tae very happy. The fact that he had another “GIRL” best friend shocked her greatly. 
Reveling herself in the light of the hallway, Tae and Jimin both looked shocked to see her out in the living room. Tae’s face turned a bright shade of red while Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance. It was so silent as the three of them exchanged looks. 
“So whose the girl huh?” (Y/N) finally said, still trying to contain her anger. Tae scratched the back of his head with a confused as hell expression. Jimin looked as twice as confused.
“Did I miss something?”
“Are you fu*king with me right now?” Jimin looked more than pissed causing (y/n) to wonder where the sudden change in attitude towards her came from.
“I’m asking a question and I want an answer” (y/n) spat out. Tae looked so uncomfortable and it hurt her to know that he kept this from her.
“I thought we were best friends, huh? whatever happed to that Taehyung?” Without her consent fat tears rolled straight down her exhausted face. Tae opened his mouth but nothing seemed to come out worrying her. His lips trembled and his body shook as he placed his hands on his face as he let out a gut wrenching sob.
(Y/N) forgot all about Jimin and rushed to Tae kneeling down between his legs. She gripped his forearms and shook at them, wanting to get Taehyungs attention.
“Taehyung baby, look at me” (y/n) sniffed. Taehyung immediately dropped his hands and looked straight into her eyes at the use of his full name. Tears still leaked from his swollen eyes and his body still hiccupped from the sobs he tried to hold it, but at least she had his attention.
“Talk to me” she took both his hands and intertwined them into her own.
Shutting his eyes for a moment Taehyung looked beautiful even if he was emotionally wrecked at the moment, her heart hurt seeing the man she loved being in soo much pain.
‘its always been you” Tae whispered out his eyes still closed almost as if he was afraid that if he opened them (Y/n) would disappear.
“I don't understand Taehyung
”You are everything to me” He said looking at her seriously.
“I love you to Taehyung, now tell me what's wrong.” He shook his head in frustration.
“No (y/n), you don’t get it! I like you-no, I’m in love with you dammit have been since I first saw you. Do you understand, you are the only girl I have ever been close with or even allowed to get close to me. Its always been you” Cupping (Y/N) cheeks softly in his hands. He leaned in slowly, “its always been you” He whispered on her lips before sealing them with his own. Neither of them moved or breathed. All the thoughts that were in (Y/n)’ s head vanished, and all that was left was Taehyung. All the emotions and feelings hit her at once and it overwhelmed her senses. Taking the first stepped forwards (y/n) began to move her lips softly on Taehyungs plush lips making him gasp at the feel of your lips for the first time. Finding his control again, Taehyung grabbed (y/n) waist and lifted her to his lap. Her hands flew to his neck to bring him closer as their lips moved feverishly on one another's. Taehyung nibbled on her bottom lip harshly, groaning as the taste of metal hit his tongue, he hadn't ment to be this rough but he has waited so long for this moment. (Y/n)’ s body trembled as she opened her mouth and allowed Taehyung’ s tongue to invade her mouth. Both of them let out moans at the taste of each other. It was almost a euphoric moment if it wasn't for Jimin’s strong protest.
“-Please if you too can just take this upstairs.”
“Sorry Chim……. you had to see all of that-” she could barely look at him in the eye as she got off Taehyungs lap.
“It was cute till you started eating his face y/n”
“Yah, Jimin-sshi we’re leaving” Tae got up behind y/n, holding her waist in his hands. Looking over her shoulder she smiled at the irony of this whole situation. The “what if’s clouded“ her mind and judgement yet the more she looked at Taehyung you couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be. Who would have known that she was just right where she needed to be. 
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jaehyunskitten22 · 7 years
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The Line Between Right and Wrong // Vampire!Wonho x Chubby!Reader Smut
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Warnings // Voyeurism, male and female masturbation.
This is also kind of takes place in the 1950′s (well it’s not modern)
This couldn't be that wrong, could it? Sure, a vampire watching an unsuspecting human through her window was an invasion of privacy, but I was her mate. Surely that made it a little okay, right? She just needed a little protection, whether she liked it or not. This was a dangerous neighborhood, fraught with muggers and sleazy vampires, and there was no way that I was going to leave her alone in that environment. She smelt too sweet and warm, corruptible, taintable. An absolutely devastating scent to a vampire and an unfortunate scent for a human to have. Terrible creatures are drawn towards the most innocent and pure; their blood is sweeter than sin, forbidden and untouched. She had caught the eye of every single vampire we came in contact with while on our date, making me feel obligated to stay and watch over her a little bit after I gave her a short and sweet peck on the lips and she thought I left. I couldn't leave a lady in danger, that would be far worse than what I was doing now.
So I wasn't doing this for my pleasure. I wasn't staying just to see her longer, to admire her when she didn't know I was watching. I was just making sure that she wouldn't get hurt and that she was safe. My stomach didn't flip when I saw her walk upstairs and into her room, flicking on the light and setting her purse down on her desk. I didn't smile when she twirled around her room with her arms spread and a smile on her face, or when she flopped down onto her stomach on her bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a cute excited little shriek. I didn't feel flattered knowing that I was the cause of all of her adorable excitement. 
When I first came to pick her up I had been stunned by her appearance, I looked her up and down (She would never know, it was far too subtle for a human to pick up), not quite used to her unapologetically beautiful and soft features. She was round, curves everywhere, chubby flushed cheeks, puffy lips, doe eyes; all put together with a creamy white dress that fell around the middle of those luscious thighs. Her neck was exposed as was a lot of her chest, her cleavage tastefully displayed. Truly a magnificent creature, representing the best her kind had to offer. We had gone on a simple date, walking through the park arm in arm and chatting about this and that, talking about our weeks as we hadn't seen each other for a bit. I told her about the antics of my coven mates, how Minhyuk had tricked Hyungwon out of a bag of blood just by saying that the pretty girl at a local shop that he had had his eye on had been hurt, causing him to run out of the building frantically. We continued the date like that, strolling through the darkening paved path. I of course noticed the eyes on us, the way we were being watched by many vampires, wondering why I hadn't just killed her yet. I had decided to take her back home after one vampire had tried to lunge at her and kill her, and had he not have been held back by his mate whom could see the bond between us, he would have. I walked her all the way to her front door and before leaving I had lightly tilted her face upwards and pressed a soft kiss to her pretty lips. Her heart had sped up before my action, she knew it was coming, and when I actually did it her heart skipped a beat and fluttered in her chest as she let out a breathy laugh. An absolute angel.
I suddenly caught the tendrils of a sweet scent that vaguely reminded me of hers, but it was different in some way. It was warmer, more primal and almost more tempting than the scent of her blood. I furrowed my brows and studied her form, trying to figure out what it was. She was staring up at the ceiling, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth and her chest was heaving, making her breasts slightly bulge out of the top of her dress that she had yet to take off. I trailed my eyes down her form and the source of the smell became more apparent. She was grinding those beautiful thighs together, her hands hovering unsurely above them. She slowly opened them, trailing her fingers gently on the inside of them, getting close to the seam of her pretty lace panties.
I should turn away. I should really turn away. But I couldn't find my resolve, not when she was standing up out of the bed and slipping the zipper down on the back of her dress, slowly slipping it down her body and tugging it off her hips when it clung to her supple skin. Not when she crawled back onto the bed and laid with her legs spread and her feet planted on the bed. Nor when she glided her fingers down the swell of her bra clad breasts, down the swell of chubby skin on her tummy, stopping right at the top of her panties and repeating the circuit over and over again. Why would I look away from pristine art? 
This was inappropriate. I shouldn't be seeing this, not when we aren't married. It didn't matter that we had been exclusive for almost 8 months. It didn't matter that I had been alive for almost 140 years. It didn't matter that I had seen the bodies of naked women on numerous occasions. This was Y/N. A completely different woman, a completely different dynamic. I needed to go. 
"Hoseok..." She sighed, causing my head to shoot up, thinking that I had been caught. Her eyes were closed however, and there was an obvious wet spot in the center of her underwear. She shot up in bed and reached behind her to undo her bra, sliding it down her arms and throwing it off the bed, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She grasped one firmly and kneaded it, leaning her head against the wall and gently scratching the fingernails on her other hand against her clothed center. She let one of her fingers slowly circle her little nub, tearing a whimper from her throat and causing her hips to cant upwards, indulging in the simple action before quickly pushing her underwear down her legs. I slowly palmed over my now straining erection, feeling little pinpricks of pleasure that usually would not affect me too much, but when I was bombarded by the lewd images of my lover, my mate, indulging in one of the most primal acts that a human could participate in and reducing herself to her rawest form, I was a mess.
She was thinking of me. This precious little angel was thinking of me in order to pleasure herself. And her body? Her bare body was more exquisite than one I had ever seen before, skin smooth as silk with stretchmarks and dips of cellulite that only added to the imperfect perfection of her being. I knew I could get closer. I needed to. Before I had time to overthink my decision I quickly crossed her yard and climbed up to her little balcony. I made myself comfortable on the ground in front of her window, hiding myself in the shadows despite knowing that she wouldn't even feel my eyes on her unless I let her. I could hear her more clearly up here, could see the way her tender and swollen folds glistened with her essence and her little hole clenched around nothing but air. Little hums of pleasure were passing through her lips, her form wiggling against the sheets and her heart was hammering away in her chest, reminding me of the presence of blood in her veins, her fragile humanity. Reminding me how easy it would be for me to hold her hips down on the mattress and to taste her, give her immense pleasure, not stopping until she was an absolute mess, wrecking her pretty little pussy until my tongue, my fingers, my cock, were the only things she thought of. Spilling inside of her, filling her up with my essence, my scent, marking her as my own. 
"So good. Why does this feel so much better when I think of you?" I held my breath, going deathly still and not even daring to breath.
This wasn’t the first time.
The thought of her getting off to me every night, the thought of me being on her most erotic fantasies, caused a hot and overwhelming burst of pleasure to shudder through my being and my desperate attempts at freeing my aching shaft from my pants were hindered by my now shaking hands. A little human, a helpless little girl compared to my age, was overwhelming me. I barely managed to conceal the snarl that threatened to tear out of my throat, my instincts telling me to pleasure myself while I knew my mate was receiving pleasure. I took a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts, focusing on the first task at hand; freeing my erection from my pants. Once that was taken care of, I turned my attention back to my illicit and immoral affair. She was whimpering now, visibly trying to restrain herself from quickly rubbing her little clit, slowly trying to work her way up to prolong the pleasure. She was dripping wet, her musky scent now permeating throughout the crisp night air possibly attracting every single vampire in the near vicinity and my hand lazily pumping my cock to the pace of her slow circles would probably delay my abilities to protect her from them, but I didn’t care. Not when her heart was hammering away in her chest and her whimpers were turning into keens of pure want, she was begging for things to speed up, begging me even though she was only fantasizing and she had complete control over the situation. 
“Come on kitten, a little faster.” I was aching for things to speed along too, the very sight of her was too much teasing for me to handle, the rest of this was unnecessary. I was embarrassingly close, I couldn’t remember the last time that I got this close this quickly. I could see her sopping little hole clenching over and over again, practically begging for something to nuzzle its way inside and fill her up, giver her something to nudge her little spot, to push her into an orgasm that was obviously desperately needed, either that or she didn’t have a lot of experience with putting herself on the edge and forbidding release. With an almost heart wrenching sob, she jerked her hand away from her swollen lips, her hips desperately bucking up to find the missing stimulation and she pinched and tugged at her nipples, keeping her hands busy so she could calm down. It was obvious to see that just slowing down the little circles wasn’t enough to keep her off the edge, and her frustrated little pout was adorable. I removed my hand from my shaft as well, instead rubbing up and down my thighs, wanting to keep my hands busy as well. 
“Hoseok please. Please.” She mewled and I smiled, The fact that I was still on  her mind making me feel giddy. 
“Aish... Why are you begging me? Precious girl.” I bit my lip, almost giggling at the absurdity of this situation. I was watching my little beauty masturbate to thoughts of me, on the verge of begging her to continue so we could both get off, and she was in her room begging me to let her continue, as if I would have a problem with that. 
She continued touching herself again, now rubbing quick circles, just trying to get off, not wasting anymore time on teasing or prolonging the pleasure. I matched my pace easily with hers, feeling the familiar clenching in my lower gut, and I hoped that I could hold off my release. I wanted to watch her reach completion, what was the point of all of this if I didn’t get to see it?
“Hoseok I’m close. Really, really close.” She was proving to be a quiet lover, not letting her voice reach any higher than a breathy whine. No matter, I could still hear every single noise her body produced, from her pounding heart to the slick sounds of her fingers grinding over her clit. A truly sinful symphony, one that only my ears will get to hear. Her legs started to shake and her mouth was parted open with her eyes clenched shut, no sound being made by her mouth.
And then, she was cumming.
Her back arched off the bed and her thighs closed around her hand, grinding her pretty pussy against her chubby hand, little hums of pleasure escaping her lips along with tiny whimpers of my name. Her little mewls sounded so pure and gentle, made her seem so small and helpless, like she couldn’t handle all of the pleasure she was going through. It almost made me want to curl up in bed with her, replacing her hand with my own, making sure she got the absolute most out of her orgasm. Her fingers would curl up in my shirt and she would try to yank me closer, and I would let her, allowing me to hear her pleas and whimpers directly in my ear, her breath fanning across my collarbone, the warmth of her breasts pressing into my chest. I would push her, make her take everything I could give her, until she was crying, until the inside of her thighs was an absolute mess and she was almost raw from the friction, until she was begging me to stop and I would just give her one more, and I would gather her shaking form into my arms and I would love her. Rub her back and sides, tell her that she was such a good little girl, her little hands somehow sneaking into my pants and grasping my shaft...
“Oh fuck.” I threw my head back and softly hissed, my hips slowly thrusting my cock into my fist, the thin ribbons of white allowing me to comfortably ride out my high, my whole body tensing and I harshly bit my lip to contain the snarls of pleasure, my fangs coming out on instinct and nipping into my skin. Instinct to mate, instinct to claim, didn’t matter. I wanted my teeth in her. As I came down from my orgasm, I steeled my resolve and barely resisted breaking in there and taking her, sinking my teeth or cock into her I wasn’t sure, fighting against primal instinct. When I judged that I had myself under control again, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my head from it’s upturned position, noticing that she was in the bathroom now, cleaning herself up and I decided to do the same, tucking myself back into my pants and taking a folded hankie from my pocket and wiping the cum off my hand, looking around for any that landed outside of her window and wiping that up too. I eased back into the shadows, preparing to stay there for a little while longer. Until she had been asleep for at least a couple hours. 
“Good morning, Gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” I gave her a gentle smile, holding open her front door and ushering her out.
“Like a baby. How did you sleep?” She giggled at this, and I sent her a sly wink, telling her that I slept just as well, deciding to play along with her joke. I was plagued by the lewd images of her arching her back in pleasure, her whimpering my name in ecstasy. She was chatting away while locking up her door, but I wasn’t listening, I was completely captivated by her soft and warm gaze, the warmth of her cheeks, the pillowy softness of her lips, and when she made to walk past me I gripped onto her fleshy hips, effectively holding her in her place, directly in front of me. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting my hand glide down her neck and cup her chin. I gave her a second to take in my features, much like I was doing to her, also allowing me to take in her quickening heart beat as I slowly leaned down, pressing my lips against hers in a sweet kiss. Her hands slid up and down my arms, causing my lips to twitch up into a smile, but I pressed on, trying to hold the kiss for as long as possible, until I lightly drug my fingers up and down her neck, eliciting a light giggle that made her pull away. She was panting and blushing, her heart hammering away in her chest. There was so much love and devotion in her eyes and I had no doubt that if my heart still beat, it would be louder and faster than hers. She tucked herself forward into my chest, nuzzling into my neck and inhaling the scent of my cologne and skin. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her scent as well. I tried to pull her away from me, afraid that I was the one keeping her there, but she whined and dug deeper into my chest.
“You sweet little girl.” I held her for a little while longer until she pulled away, blushing and fixing her hair and dress.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to touch you.” I giggled and pressed another kiss to the side of her head and I guided her off of the steps, amazed by how much love one could hold for another, and after the events of last night, my love did not change. It only grew deeper.
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